#I just laughed out loud when I clicked a link and saw this

[toomanywatchers]

I tried accessing www.watchertv.com on my work's wifi and well...

... are we for sure it's not an OnlyFans?

#joking of course #I just laughed out loud when I clicked a link and saw this #watcher #watcher entertainment #ryan bergara #shane madej #steven lim #watchertv #wtf is going on at watcher hq?!

[audrey-emeralds]

Smashing Diamonds

Pairing: Nate Jacobs x Fem!Reader

Summary: The well-organized party turns south for Nate when he sees his former fling just a few steps away from Maddie, with whom he recently rekindled. Deciding to stay away from her, he realizes he can't help himself after noticing what she is wearing. Word count: 2.3k (2381 words)

Warnings: smut, dirty talk, name-calling, slut shaming, degradation, fingering, a bit of choking, cursing, unprotected sex

A/n: I don't know why but I got the need to try something dirty and Nate is the perfect person to try this on. Anyway, first time really trying to get into it, so I apologize if it isn't the best. Also, I wrote this as quickly as I could, because I was afraid the writer's block was gonna get me, but thankful it did!

Friday night, a perfect time for partying. When your friend Lea first mentioned the idea, you already knew what you wanted to wear. A very transparent top and skirt, with minimal material, mostly consisting of thin stripes of diamonds. A hot look for any club.

However, Lea didn't have any club on her mind. She mentioned your friends from East Highland High.

" You remember Barbara, yeah, well she said that there was this party happening on Friday and how we should totally come. " You thought about it, not much linked you to the people from there, which seemed like a great opportunity to meet new people and face new adventures. Without any hesitation, you agreed to this party.

~~~time skip~~~

After dressing up, you gave yourself a few spins, and view your reflection from the full body mirror, admiring the shiny gems that only covered small parts of your skin.

" This is going to be epic. " You took a selfie of yourself as you heard a car honking in front of your house. Quickening your steps, you managed to pass your living room with neither of your parents taking a glance at you, knowing they wouldn't approve of the outfit.

" Damn, girl, are you trying to get knocked up?!?! " Lea let her jaw fall to the floor as you were walking towards her car.

" Hahaha, not really. " A giggle slipped through your glossy lips.

" Well, good luck trying to find a guy who will pull out in time with you like this. "

You gasped dramatically, giggling once again. " Oh my God, Lea! " She winked at you, driving away from your house and straight to the party house.

Before you even stepped into the house, a smell of weed hit your nose. Alcohol bottles were at every table, every counter, and at any corner available. The whole house was covered in purple and pink lights, pouring over the crowds, not missing a single human. Music was bombing the whole place with its beat, and you couldn't wait to get to the dancing.

You noticed that just next to the big sofa, Barbara sat on an armchair, vaping casually. Lea and you made your way over to her. She quickly saw you coming her way and stood up with open arms.

" Look who's here!! " She screamed out, even though it was barely heard due to the loud music.

" So glad you could come! " She said firstly looking at Lea and then at you. It took her 10 seconds to look at you before she commented " Obviously with a purpose! "

You laughed, smiling at her and slightly shrugging. Lea just nodded enthusiastically at her. She encourages you to give Barbara a turn, at which you initially shake your arms. However, Barbara was intrigued and kept encouraging you to do so. Giving them a mocking eye roll, you spun around with Lea holding your hand in the air.

" Well shit, you better take that ass on the dance floor. " BB clicked with her tongue.

" Oh, don't worry I will, but first I need a drink to warm up. " At your words Barbara, lead you two to the drinks, giving each of you a glass.

" In that case, drink the fuck up! "

Two and a half cups of alcohol were more than enough to make you drag yourself and Lea on the dance floor. The beat was gushing out of the speakers so loudly, you could feel it in your chest.

You completely let yourself go to the music, the freedom you were able to feel while dancing was mesmerizing. Nothing else had your focus and attention, with this addictive feeling you couldn't care less what your outfit was showing and whatnot.

Across the room, Nate was standing with his friends, as each held their cup, staring at the new girl. You.

" Fuck, who's that? " One groaned out while eyeing your body.

" Just some girl from Valley Torah High. " Nate's voice spoke as each of his friends turned to him with interest.

" Yo, Jacobs, you never told us about this one. You fucked her, right? " The same guy asked, waiting to hear confirmation. Nate looked at him quickly before, staring back at you.

" Ohhh! So where are the photos, we didn't see her yet. " Nate frowned at him, as the group of guys laughed.

" I didn't take any. " He admitted quickly. Meeting the guy's confused faces, he added. " Didn't have time. "

" I see. " The black-haired one said straightening himself up. " Well in that case we will make some. " He turned to the guy next to him, pulling out his phone and handing it to him, before deciding otherwise and giving his phone to Nate.

" I trust you will know better which angles to film. " With that, he started approaching you. Nate didn't even acknowledge the phone fully, his mind was kept on you.

The way you swayed to the song, dancing and turning. Nate had sex with you twice, firstly after meeting you at a party and the secondly when you accidentally found yourself in the same store. Expect that nothing else happened, you two barely ever talked, you knew your names but that was it.

Nate did make an effort to ask for your number, but with him getting together with Maddie once again, he didn't think of contacting you. He did, however, look at your social media, just enough to know which school you attended and who you hung out with.

Since he was on good terms with Maddie, who knows would you two ever interact again, if it wasn't for this night, that outfit, and Nate's friend.

As the guy was approaching you, Nate took the chance to look at your surroundings, seeing his girlfriend had spotted you. " Of course, she did, who fucking didn't? " He thought to himself while watching the stipes of your skirt reveal your cheeks.

The sight made him close his eyes for a second to regain his senses. The outfit was almost slutty, whorish, he thought, but yet it just made it harder for him to not start rubbing his pants.

Just before the man next to you could get to you, one of Nate's friends tried to call out to him. " Yo, you filmin' this? "

Without any hesitation, Nate dropped the damn phone, muttering under his breath " fuck this. " and fastly started making his way towards you.

His friends laughed a bit, at his reaction, waiting to see what was about to unfold. You were still in your own world when a black-haired guy spoke to you. " Hey- " not even properly starting his sentence before Nate go to him. He looked at him with a puzzled look on his face. " Thanks for borrowing me your phone, now you can go back for it, I left it with Caleb. " The taller guy said, composed and relaxed.

You stared at the two strangers, the taller one had a serious face as he spoke to the other one. " What are you talk- "

" Caleb has it. Your phone. " He cut him off, you tried to hear better what were they talking about as you leaned closer to them. The two of them just stared at each other, not matching their facial expression.

" Go. " The taller one almost whispered it to the other one's ear, who left only a second later. Just then you could recognise the man in front of you.

" Oh hey, you. Nate right? " He just nodded slowly, his eyes watching you lazily, his figure towering over you. You stared at him, awkwardly standing, feeling a bit uncomfortable since you were the only two people not dancing in the crowd.

" Come with me. " Nate said, walking away to the stairs. You followed before stopping in front of the stairs and calling after him. " For what? "

He turned to you, an annoying expression on his face, almost frustrated. " We both know why you are here, so you gonna come and get it or what? " You turned back to see Lea was drinking at the kitchen counter, before meeting your eye, you supposed she couldn't see Nate, but she knew what going upstairs meant, so with a jovial smile, she made a cheering gesture.

You laughed, acknowledging her excitement, and then followed Nate upstairs. He didn't look at the people that were there, he walked right passed them and into a room, that seemed almost fully prepared for this encounter to take place.

You went in after him, closing the door. " So you remember me? " He asked a rhetorical question. " Then you must remember what you were doing to me. " Your eyes glanced at him innocently, after all that dancing, you still felt a bit mischievous.

" I don't know Nate, am I suppose remember it? " He immediately came closer to you, almost fully, chest to chest. " You wanna play a game ha? "

" Is this what you came for? "

You preached up your lips as if you were thinking about it, locking up at him and seeing the tense position of his jaw. A lot took for you to not smile, since you knew the moment you looked down you would see how much more tension was held in his lower area. But, of course you couldn't resist to look. " Oh my. " You gasped, almost faking it. " Now I see what is stressing you out. "

Your hand automatically pushed itself on his bulge, making him bite into his lower lip. But before you could even react to that, he spun you around and pinned you on the wall. Now his covered dick almost went right into your hole, as he made the quietest groan ever.

As he held you in that position, his big hands began to rub in the inner of both of your thighs, the warmth it was creating made you push yourself into him completely out of reflex. He groaned into your ear, before sneaking one of his hands into your panties, only to rip them off you. His fingers immediately stuck themselves inside you, teasing each and every part viciously.

" Fuck, ah! " You moaned hard into the wall. He left his right hand to flick around your pussy and let his left hand reach your breasts. He easily got to them, as only the diamond stripes kept him from squeezing them firmly causing you to hiss out in a painful satisfaction.

" Fuck, yeah! Tell me how it feels. " Nate pushed his still-covered front into you, as his fingers played with your entrance, before entering into you once again.

" Oh, Nate! " You practically screamed out his name. " It feels so fucking good! " You couldn't help but drag yourself all over his pants, just wishing you could pull them down. However, your hands were more preoccupied with holding you against the wall.

" Imagine how good would it feel with my dick inside you. " At that, you whined mockingly, pushing your ass into him. This made his hand leave your pinched breasts as he smacked your ass, vividly leaving his handprint on it.

" A whore like you would, just love that, wouldn't you? " You nodded hard, making sure he had seen it. His left hand then once again made contact with your ass, slapping it to the point of full redness. His fingers still worked on you, as you felt your orgasm approaching. Nate noticed it, smirking before completely letting you go. He placed his hands on his pants, starting to pull them down. You turned to him, wishing to do it yourself, but were met with rejection.

" You better keep those hands on the fucking wall. You already fucked with me enough tonight, so I'm going to let you know how it feels. " You barely turned around, as he slipped his hard dick into you. The sudden thrust into you made you scream out in pleasure. Nate didn't even let you take a full breath in before he started pounding into you.

He thrusted more and more into you, groaning at the feeling. His hands held your hips as he fucked you. His eyes watched your ass bounce with all the diamond stripes. The diamonds glimmered and shook at each smack, creating a quite beautiful sight that was hard to look away from. It was mesmerizing him and he truly thought about how much he enjoyed this, having you against the wall, being completely at his mercy and command, he was becoming harder just thinking about it.

You hummed at his thrusts until Nate grabbed your neck and choked it." Be louder...can't hear you. " He said as he slammed his full length into you. " Mhm, I'm gonna cum! " You yelped out, squeezing his dick so perfectly. " Yeah, come on...fuck! " Nate encouraged smugly, stopping his rhyme just for a moment. " I want to see you cum on my dick. " He then slammed once again, strongly into you, as you shook helplessly.

" You wanted this all along. To get...fucked so well. And so...dirty! " Nate panted into your ear, biting on your earlobe, before relesing it. " Mhm, fuck...I like you this tight. And wet. " His left hand was left at your ass as his right one returned to your pussy. Fingers rubbing into you, before sliding in.

" Mhmm... " You moaned as tears started to come out of your eyes. " Yeah...come on! Come on my dick! " With just one merciless push into you, you released your juices all over him. Nate groaned at the feeling of wetness covering him, throwing his head back, before returning to fucking you.

" Nate! Ah! " You groaned, feeling his dick twitch. " Fuck, cum in me! " When you said it, almost breathlessly, he knew he couldn't keep going for long. It took a few more thrusts, before he too released his juices, pushing himself fully into you, back to back. He left breaths on your back, as you both calmed down and returned to your normal breathing pace.

Nate pulled his dick out of you, walked over to the bathroom, getting himself a towel and cleaning himself up.

" You still fuck good, Jacobs. I remember it. " Nate only smirked at your words, trying to not let it affect him too much. He took one towel and gave it to you to do the same.

" I still have your number. I might text you for another time. "

" We will see if you will. "

#nate jacobs #nate jacobs imagine #nate jacobs x reader #nate jacobs x y/n #nate jacobs x you #nate euphoria #nate jacobs smut #jacob elordi #euphoria imagine #euphoria #audreyemeralds #audrey emeralds

[imaginethathaikyuu]

Em, you probably don't know this, but I actually have a huge weakness for streamer!Kenma. This might be kinda basic but what if streamer!Kenma and streamer!reader are both super popular, and everyone is always begging them to stream together, but what everyone DOESN'T know is that they're secretly dating and are afraid that if they stream together everyone will figure it out :') but it's just a thought so yeah no pressure. I hope you do get some inspo for streamer!Kenma though 💗 ily!

kris i love u and i wrote this just for u <333 it feels like me and u are playing ping pong with the writing brain cell recently. i love it we're so back

streamer!kenma x streamer!reader

featuring: secret relationship, kenma teaches u how to play chess on stream, loving banter, little bits of chess talk. i tried not to put too much streamer talk in this so it was actually readable and not cringe. gender neutral reader word count: 1882

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Kenma was just about to end his stream when he noticed your name being typed in the chat. Someone linked a clip of you from your stream - which was currently live - so he clicked it. 

A text to speech message read out loud, “Are you going to be in Noya’s next event?” and as you were focusing on your gameplay, you took a second to reply. 

“Am I… No, I don’t think so.” 

Kenma laughed while you struggled your way through playing MineCraft. 

“I was invited but - chat, I don’t want to start any drama but I kind of don’t want to play in it if Kenma’s playing, and someone told me he was invited.” 

Kenma barked a laugh, a loud noise that was rarely heard from him, as you shrugged and struggled to hide your smile. 

“There, I said it! If it starts drama, so be it!” You put your hands up in defense, laughing at yourself. 

The clip ended, so he immediately opened your stream, and you were still talking about him. 

He couldn’t hide his smile if he tried - he only hoped none of his viewers noticed the fondness in his eyes. 

The two of you had been dating for at least a year, and it was the best kept secret of his career.

There was a joke online about the two of you not liking each other. It all started when you were openly avoiding him in a game lobby with other streamers - from there, it grew into a bit that you committed to full throttle. 

Everyone knew you and Kenma were friends in real life. You shared a friend group, and often streamed with the same people. Online, however, you made a spectacle of not liking him. 

Kenma found it hilarious, and so did your chat. 

“Do you guys know he cheats in like, every game he plays?” 

“That’s not true!” He was laughing and rolling his eyes at the same time. “Oh my god.” 

He typed his words in your chat, and he watched the messages flood with his name. 

Your eyes widened a little when you read, “Is he in chat? Kenma, go away. This stream isn’t for you.” 

He typed a simple, “no,” and you scoffed at it. 

“Every time I mention your name you show up - I know you love the drama.” 

A few seconds later a text to speech message read, “he’s such a theater kid,” and at the sound of your laughter, he closed your stream. 

“I’m not a theater kid.” He sank a little in his chair, watching his chat being filled with emotes. “I literally played sports in high school!” 

It was only a few days later when he was sent another clip from your stream, this time from a text to speech donation. 

“Kenma, I think you need to see this.” 

He clicked the link and saw you were once again playing MineCraft. 

It was a long clip - in the game, you jumped off your boat into the ocean and started swimming to the bottom. Everyone in your chat was telling you not to, but you didn’t listen. 

“I’m not going to die. Why would I die? This is the best run I’ve had. I’m not going to die.” 

That’s when he realized you were playing the hardcore version of the game, meaning if you died, the game was over. 

He watched as you swam down into a huge ravine, and he had a feeling he knew what would happen as your character’s air bubbles were slowly popping. 

“Do you want to make a bet? If I die here I will do anything you want. Anything. Because I’m not going to die!” 

As you said that, your character started taking damage. And you tried swimming back up to the surface of the water, but you weren’t fast enough. You almost made it, and then - game over!

Your head was in your hands as the chat on screen spammed, “stream with Kenma!” 

Three days later, you were forced to take your punishment. 

Your viewers had been asking you to stream with Kenma for a long time, and you always avoided it with a joke - never revealing the real reason you didn’t want to go live with him. 

It wasn’t the end of the world if your relationship became public, but you knew things would be much easier in private. It wasn’t something you were trying to hide, but you weren’t posting it proudly, either. 

You decided on streaming Kenma teaching you how to play chess. He’d been playing a lot online, and you hoped it wouldn’t take longer than an hour. You were too nervous to go any longer than that. 

Kenma was late to answering your call. When he finally answered, you immediately started berating him. 

“Have you ever been on time?” 

“I was just seeing how long you’d wait for me,” he said. 

“If you never showed up, I would have gotten out of doing this.” 

He pulled up your stream just so he could look at you - even though he’d seen you just a few minutes ago. You were just down the hall, but nobody watching knew that. 

“Have you been watching my stream this whole time?” 

He grinned, “No, I’ve never watched your stream.” 

“Then why are you always in my chat?” 

You sat with your legs crossed, playing with the necklace you always wore - the one he bought for you just a few months ago. He loved seeing you wear it. 

“Because you’re always talking about me, like you’re obsessed with me or something.” 

“Can we get to the game? You’ve kept me waiting long enough.” 

Kenma wasn’t a good teacher - far from it - but he tried his best. After teaching you the names of all the pieces and how they moved, you were ready to play a game that he’d guide you through. You played white, he played black. 

“Can you just teach me the best opening in the game? I don’t need to know anything complicated.” 

“...Okay.” 

He took a second to decide. Once he made up his mind, he started giving his instructions. 

“The first move is pawn to f3.” 

“What does that mean?” 

“Do you see the pawns?” 

You laughed, because the way he said it sounded like he was talking to a kid. “Yes, I see the pawns!”

“Move the one on the F file up one square.” After a second you made your move, and it was his turn: pawn to e6. “Now pawn to g4.” 

“What’s this opening called?” 

He didn’t reply, instead, he was distracted by his chat. By now, everyone had already figured out what he was doing, and the messages they were sending made him laugh. 

“Kenma?” 

“It’s called the Fool’s Mate,” he said. 

“Why?” 

He had to push his microphone away from his face so you wouldn’t hear him laugh, but he pulled it back to say, “I think this is why.” 

He made his next move: queen to h4. And a window popped up on his screen, You Won! 

“What the fuck!” 

“Good game.”

“Kenma, what the fuck!” 

“You made it too easy.” 

“Kenma.” You were whining his name, sinking into your chair. “This is why I don’t like you.” 

“Everyone knew I would beat you, I just sped things up.” 

“That’s not true!” 

“You’re always such a sore loser,” he mumbled. 

“You’re always a cheater.” 

Twenty minutes later, you were in the middle of a real game - if Kenma telling you which moves to make could be considered real. And both of you had successful streams so far, your viewers none the wiser to the truth of your relationship. 

It was easy, he realized, and fun. He hated how funny you were, because you could make him laugh more than anyone, and he was sure he seemed completely lovesick. 

“I think you should move the bishop,” Kenma suggested when you took more than two minutes to offer your next move. 

“Uh…” 

“The bishop.” 

“I don’t remember which one that is!” 

Kenma waited for you to figure it out, and then you moved your queen. 

And he was truly disappointed, because that was the one move you shouldn’t have made. He couldn’t even laugh. 

“You just sacrificed your queen.” 

“I don’t even know what that means!” 

“Babe - that was a total blunder!” His queen captured yours, and he realized this may have been a complete waste of time. “You lost your most important piece!” 

“I thought that was the bishop, Ken!” 

He sighed, acting as dramatic as possible. “You haven’t learned a thing. It’s basically game over, now,” and he scanned the chess board on his screen, looking for the quickest way to end the game. 

He looked over at his chat to see it was being spammed with question marks, and then his phone vibrated with a message from you. 

It read, “you just let the cat out of the bag.” 

“Oh,” he said. He laughed, because he only just realized what he said - the nickname had slipped before he could catch himself - and something awkward started to settle. But he shrugged it off. “Oops.” 

He started texting you back until you said, “are you disappointed in me, babe?” 

“Oh my god.” He sat his phone down, ignoring your message completely. “Stop flirting with me.” 

“You said it first!” 

“It was an accident!” 

You texted him again. “Should we just tell them?” 

He typed back, “I think so.” 

“Okay, wait,” you said. “Everyone go look at Kenma’s stream. He’s going to do something really cool while I go to the bathroom.” 

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He opened your stream in another tab and watched you get up from your seat. 

Everyone in your chat and his was confused - as was he. 

Then, his door opened, and you walked in. 

“What are you doing?” he laughed. 

“I wanted to come say hi.” You walked over to him, grabbing the back of his chair and turning it back and forth just to bother him. “Wait, are you streaming?” 

He scoffed, but it was all affectionate. “You’re so dumb.” 

You looked down at his screen and waved, “hi chat!” and then noticed he had your stream on his second monitor. “You’re watching my stream!” 

“Yeah, I’m a fan,” he joked. 

He knew the chat would be filled with questions and reactions, but he didn’t care at all. He found this entire thing hilarious, and judging by the smirk on your face, you did too. 

When you finally got back to your room, you sat down as if nothing had even happened. 

“Okay, can you teach me what a Queen’s Gambit is?” 

“No, because you can’t even tell me which piece is the queen.” 

Later that night when you had both ended your livestreams, both of you made your own posts on twitter acknowledging the announcement you’d made. Kenma posted a photo of you with his cat in your lap - the one that had been his phone wallpaper since he’d taken it. You posted the first selfie you’d taken together - both without captions, because there was no explanation required. 

And if you kept acting like you hated Kenma during your stream, he’d be the only one allowed to call your bluff.

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#(posting at 7 am cuz im just excited to post.) #i love u kris <3 thank u for the writing inspiration #this was actually so fun to write #and i wouldnt have written it if u hadnt asked me to lmao #i love it! #ive missed writing like this ;-; #everything i write is so COMPLICATED but its so fun to just write something SIMPLE!!!!!! #kenma kuzome #kenma kozume x reader #kenma kozume x you #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #haikyuu x y/n #fluff #haikyuu oneshot

[somekindofpoet]

La Petite Mort - La Fin

Summary: We get closure

Word Count: 3.7K

Warnings: +18 NSFW, smut, language

A/N: Okay so this is the end of the story line for LPM. I will continue to write one shots and headcanons, though don't freak out! Also, there was a drabble I'll link here that happened between Part V and this one.

LPM Part I LPM Part II LPM Part III LPM Part IV LPM Part V Drabble

The drive to Big Bend was like living in a dream. Between the motel stop and the scenic viewpoint stop, you’re beginning to wonder if Lorraine actually wants to get to where you’re going. You know she’s excited about her newfound freedom, and you are too, but a serious conversation needs to be had. 

You glance over at her and watch as she holds her hand out the window, catching the wind and then cutting through it like a surfboard. She looks content, grounded. You figure she should be; she just came in the backseat of your truck less than an hour ago. But you still need to make sure she’s happy. That she’s sure she made the right choice. For now, you choose to live in ignorant bliss, enjoy the drive and start the talk later. 

The gas gauge catches your attention, riding low over the E. 

“We gotta stop for gas, you seen any signs for a pump station?” 

She turns toward you, nodding, “Saw a sign a few miles back. There should be a few stations comin up.”

You smile as she reaches for you, taking your right hand and holding it between hers. She scoots closer to you, tracing her fingers up your forearm, giving you goosebumps. Her head rests against the seat, and you can feel her watching you, can see the small smile on her lips through the corner of your eye. 

“You’re gonna have to stop doin that, if you ever want to get out of this truck,” you say, your voice hoarse.

She smirks, “I’m not doin anything, I just want to be close to you is all.”

You lift your arm, inviting her to slide into the middle seat. When she does, you let your arm rest across her shoulders, pulling her in close to you. You kiss the top of her head, your eyes not leaving the road. She hums, lets her head rest on your chest. 

It’s so easy to find moments like this with her. Small pockets that exist outside of the world, no influence or judgment. Just you two. But it’s also easy for those moments to shatter when reality comes crashing in, loud and screaming. 

The gas station is a small one, a family operation from the looks of it. It has two gas pumps that look like they’ve seen better days and a store tucked under the awning. You pull the truck and the trailer under the sunshade and park it.

“I’ll get us the gas, run inside and grab some snacks, will ya?” 

Lorraine nods and slides out of the truck, stretching her arms over her head when her feet hit the ground. Your eyes follow her shirt when it rides up, and you laugh to yourself, shaking your head. You pump the gas and watch her walk into the store, her shorts even more distracting now than they were in the truck. 

“Oh buddy, you’ve got it bad,” you say to yourself, turning back to the truck. 

When the gas pump clicks, you return the hose and make your way into the station to pay. Lorraine has an armful of snacks, and you gesture with your head to the counter. She drops her loot there as you grab a case of beer and carry it over. The tv on the counter is blaring a church sermon, and the attendant is watching it with obligated interest. 

You slide the goods over and clear your throat, “Filled up on pump two.”

The woman behind the counter narrows her eyes, making it clear you are inconveniencing her by asking her to do her job. She slides the snacks and beer over with one hand, taking her time. She tells you your total, and you hand a bill over to her, trying not to take note of her attitude toward you. 

As you’re packing the snacks into a brown paper bag, two men walk into the store. They’re rugged cowboy types, and it makes the hair on the back of your neck stand straight up. You’d been around their type your whole life, working ranches and rodeos and everything in between. They can be trouble, or they can be extremely cordial. Unfortunately for you, these two are the trouble type.

They make a show of looking you up and down, letting their eyes take their time as they travel over you. Lorraine comes to your side, and both men raise their eyebrows at her. You flex your jaw, trying to find an easy way out of what you already know is going to be an uneasy interaction. 

One of the cowboys whistles around the tobacco in his lip, the other laughs.

“Ladies,” he says, “what’s got you so far out in the country?”

You hand Lorraine the bag of food and hoist the case of beer under your arm.

“Work,” you answer, moving toward the door.

The man on the tv starts yelling about sexual deviance. The cowboy with the dip in his mouth leans in the doorframe, blocking your exit. He takes his hat off his head, smirking at you. 

“What kind of work?” 

You watch him, aware of the other man making his way down one of the aisles to your right. Lorraine inches closer to your side. 

“Ranchin,” you say, keeping it as short as possible.

The man is still blocking the door, so you stop, look up at him. He grins down at you, his teeth yellow with flecks of tobacco stuck in his gums. 

“I don’t know of any lady ranchers round here,” he says, his eyes leaving you and moving on to Lorraine. “George, you know of any lady ranchers?”

The man at the back of the store laughs, “No I can’t say I do, Nate.”

Nate tilts his head, “So if you’re not ranchin, what’re you doin?”

“Did you miss the trailer with the horses in it on your way in?” Lorraine mumbles, and you close your eyes, inhaling deeply.

Nate laughs, “Okay, spitfire! What’s your name? You ladies look like you could use some company.”

You try to casually step in front of her, hiding her with your body as much as you can. “We need to get goin, you gentlemen have a nice day.”

You step toward the door, but he doesn’t move. You stare each other down for what feels like an eternity, sizing each other up. He’s tall, but he’s skinny. You could scrap with him if you needed to, but his friend would make it nearly impossible for you to win. Your revolver is in the truck, too far to be much use now. Plus, these two have guns of their own; there’s no doubt about that. 

The tv on the counter goes quiet, and a woman’s voice breaks the tension.

“Leave them girls alone, Nate, or your momma will tan your hide.” The gas station clerk finally turns herself away from the tv, glaring daggers at Nate. 

He evaluates his choices, and his fear of his mother wins out. He leaves the door frame and pushes past you, grumbling as he goes, “I’s just bein friendly, Marge. No need to threaten anyone.”

As soon as he’s out of the way, you hustle out of the store, making sure Lorraine is on your heels. You jump in the truck, and as soon as she’s in, you’re driving off. 

“God, I fucking hate Texas,” you growl, your eyes flicking to the side view mirrors to see if anyone followed.

Lorraine sighs, resting her head against the window, “So let’s go. Let’s get out of here for good.”

“We can’t leave your parent's ranch, Raine. They need us there.”

“They really don’t, plus we could visit.”

“Do we tell them about us?”

She bites at her lip, thinking it over, “I think they already know, truth be told. But we probably should tell them.”

“I suppose we should figure out what we are before we go tellin them about it, though.” 

The statement is bait, a question for Lorraine to decide on. You think you’re sly, dropping it out there the way you had, but when you turn your head toward her, Lorraine’s expression is amused. 

“Is that you, askin what we are then y/n?”

You shrug, trying to appear nonchalant. You can feel your face heating up, embarrassed that she saw through your veiled question. 

“I know it’s probably not the best time to ask. You just left your boyfriend yesterday.”

“I haven’t been in love with RJ for a long time. It just took being with you for me to accept it.”

You nod, gulp. You don’t take your eyes off the road. 

“I meant what I said to him, you know.” She reaches out, places her hand on your leg.

“What’s that?” You say, your voice cracking.

“I love you.”

Your breath gets caught in your throat, your heart racing. You can feel your hands want to tremble and squeeze the steering wheel tighter.

“Can you give me one hour to get us where we’re goin, set up camp, and say that to me again so I can respond appropriately?”

She giggles, her thumb sweeping over your leg, “Of course.”

Lorraine keeps her hands to herself, for the most part, for the rest of the drive. You think about the conversation to come, the interaction with the cowboys at the gas station, and everything that happened with RJ. It all brews in your mind, mixing and melding into a feeling of uneasiness in your belly. There’s a strong undercurrent of happiness tied in with it, pulling you back to Lorraine every time you freak out. 

The camp is isolated, large enough for your truck, trailer, tents, and horses. The daylight is quickly fading, so after the camp is set up, you let CB and Pearl out to wander the grounds. You drag a stack of hay from the trailer for them, but they both beeline to a patch of green grass at the edge of camp. 

You busy yourself with getting a fire going, listening to Lorraine hum as she finishes getting the tent set up. Just being out here with her is enough for you, but a small voice in your head is already screaming for more. An apartment that has two toothbrushes in it. Closets with clothes that are mostly not yours. A life intertwined even more than it already is. You know it’s a lot to ask for. 

“You’re thinkin' real hard on somethin,” Lorraine says, standing over you.

You turn up and grin at her, “Just how damn good I am at makin' fire.”

She smiles at you, her expression telling you she doesn’t believe that for a minute. She turns away from you and unrolls a blanket next to the now raging fire, and sits delicately. She pats the spot next to her.

“Let’s talk.”

Your stomach flips. You sit in the spot she’d invited you to, feeling a lot like a dog on a leash. 

“Right, okay.”

“So, I know it’s not the best look in the world, breaking up with RJ and running off with you,”

“It’s a look I’m growing pretty fond of,” you joke, smiling at her.

She shakes her head, but you can see the smile she’s fighting, “I just want to make sure we’re clear. Getting out of one relationship to jump into another is-“

“So we’re in a relationship?” You interrupt her.

“Oh, um, are we not?” She twists her fingers, anxiety washing over her. 

You scramble to make the situation more clear, taking one of her hands in yours.

“I was hoping so, but I wasn’t sure what you wanted. If you need time, I can give you time.”

She shakes her head, “I’ve had enough time. I love you, y/n. I think I have for longer than I realized.”

You feel giddy, lightheaded when you finally say, “I love you too, Raine. But I can’t promise an easy life. I can’t promise the suburbs or a family. What kind of life would that be?”

She leans over, taking your face in her hands, “It would be a life with you.” 

The fire crackles as she kisses you, soft and sweet, her thumbs brushing over your cheekbones. Her lips are slow, deliberate. She lies back, pulling you with her, your hands planted on either side of her body. 

Cicadas and crickets chirp in the dark around you, the air cool and still. The oak trees circling your campsite tower over you, rustling in the occasional breeze. Lorraine’s body envelops you, warm, welcoming. You’ve never felt more at home than you do in her arms. You figure you should thank her for it, now and every day in between. 

You sit up, pulling your shirt off, and she follows suit. You unbutton your pants, taking your time, each movement intentional. Having sex with her now feels heavier, in a good way. It carries more meaning than it ever has before. 

You’re both naked under the stars when you lean back over her, your hands touching as much skin as they can. You kiss her lips, then move to her jaw, down her neck. She can feel the gravity of the moment, her hands gentle and her breathing soft. Your hands run up her ribs, and your mouth works your way down to her chest. You lick her nipple, bite it gently and suck it into your mouth when she gasps.

She pulls you back to her lips, her legs hooking around your waist and anchoring you in place. Your tongue slides across her lips, and you rock into her, your body applying pressure between her legs. She moans through her nose, her tongue running over yours, her hands around your jaw. 

You descend to her neck again, silently coaxing her grip around your waist to loosen. She gets the message and drops her legs from your hips, allowing you to kiss down her chest again. You kiss her stomach, avoiding the ticklish spot on her side that will make her laugh. The skin below her belly button is soft and sensitive; you take some time there teasing her. She lifts her hips, her eyes dark as she looks down at you. Her hand winds its way into your hair, and she bites her lip as you kiss her where she wants it most. 

She’s not used to you teasing, and for some reason, of all the times to start, you choose now to begin. You lick softly at her clit, not hard enough to be satisfying, just a ghost of pressure. Enough to make her moan and tighten her grip on your hair. You sink lower and tease at her entrance, tasting her on your tongue. She’s better than anything you’ve ever had, ever will have, and you know it. So you savor it, close your eyes and enjoy yourself.

You turn your head to kiss her thigh, and she whines. You look up at her to find her face full of want, almost to the point of tears.

“Please,” she whispers, making your heart race.

You consider toying with her, but you want it as bad as she does at this point. You run your tongue from the inside of her thigh all the way down to her slick folds. Done with teasing her, you wrap your lips around her clit and suck, earning the most delicious noises of approval from her. You alternate licking and sucking until she’s arching into your mouth, the muscles in the stomach rippling and flexing from the exertion. You lick her with a flat tongue while she cums, making it last even longer until she’s shivering and trying to stop you with her legs around your head. 

She sighs, and you slowly kiss your way up her body, taking extra time on the ascent. You forgot about the ticklish spot, and you accidentally make her laugh, which in turn makes your heart feel like it’s going to beat out of your chest. 

Your fingers are already inside of her when your mouth meets hers, the gasp of pleasure coming from her making your eyes roll back. You fuck her slow, each movement intentional in its goal. Every stroke playing the chords of her body, never out of tune. She doesn’t let you any lower than her throat, wanting to keep pulling you up to kiss you after she moans your name. 

She lasts longer than usual, hanging on to every move you make, her hands all over you. She doesn’t want to be done, you can tell, and it makes you smile.

“You have me for as long as you want me,” you tell her, “I love you.”

Like clockwork, she cums on your fingers, dripping onto the blanket and around your wrist. She holds your head to her chest as she gasps for air, her whole body shaking and rolling. You pull back, wanting to watch her ride her orgasm, see the shape her mouth takes when it’s open like this, the color on her cheeks, the sweat on her brow. When she’s done, she pulls you down, squeezing you around your shoulders. When you try to pull away, she squeezes you tighter, shaking her head.

“You said as long as I want,” her voice is low and quiet, her breathing beginning to shallow.

You chuckle into her chest, kiss her skin, resolve to become part of the earth there if she wishes it. 

——

Today is the day. The day you tell the Days about your intentions with Lorraine. A day with the Days, for your Day. You can do this. 

You look at yourself in the mirror, your apartment bathroom cramped but comfortable with Lorraine’s things making their migration. As if on cue, her hands slide around your waist, her head ducking under your arm.

“Are you freaking out?” She asks you.

“No,” you lie.

She grins, “Lie.”

You nod, “A big one.”

She looks at you in the mirror, a reassuring smile on her face, “You know you’re going to be fine. They love you. Plus, I’m pretty sure they know.”

Your eyes dart around the mirror, looking for anything to distract you, “I know. I know. I can do this.”

“We can do this,” she says, squeezing your waist.

You sweat through your button-up shirt on the drive over. Lorraine is at ease; she doesn’t seem worried in the slightest. You are terrified. Scared Mr. Day will throw you on your ass and tell you to never come back to his ranch again. Horrified at the thought of Mrs. Day looking disappointed, heartbroken because of you. 

They're on the couch in the living room when you get there. Lorraine called ahead to let them know you had something important to talk about so they were prepared. Mrs. Day sets a tall glass of sweet tea in front of you as you sit on the loveseat across from them. You clear your throat, and pull on the collar of your shirt. Lorraine sits close to you, closer than she usually would in front of her parents. If they notice, they don't mention it.

You pick up the glass of sweet tea and lift it, nodding your head at Mrs. Day, “Tha-thank you,” you say and gulp from the cup.

You wince; there's a hefty amount of liquor in the tea. She smiles at you and says, “Thought you might need it.”

You frown at her, confused as to why she would think you'd need liquor at noon. You gulp from the glass again. Mr. Day just watches you, his face impassive. 

“So, I’ve asked to talk to you both today because….” you clear your throat again, wipe your sweaty hands on your pants, “well, because I have something important to tell you.”

Mrs. Day nods encouragingly, Mr. Day smiles under his mustache, his eyes soft.

“See, the thing is, I…well…I uhm,”

Lorraine rubs your back, nodding at you. The intimacy in front of her parents is lost on you; you’re too far into your panic to notice.

“I’m in love with your daughter. And I would like for her to live with me.” You say, your words tumbling out of your lips.

Mrs. Day covers her mouth with her hands, but it's not horror she's hiding. It's a laugh. Mr. Day stands, extends his hand. You stand and take it.

“We know, kid. We’re happy for you both, sincerely. Just take care of her.” His gruff voice is as soft as its ever been, his eyes sparkling.

Your mouth drops open, and you fall back onto the couch when he releases your hand. You close your mouth, open it to speak, close it again. Take another gulp of the tea. Lorraine giggles at your side.

“I…how? How?” You stammer.

Mrs. Day drops her hand, her smile still stretching her cheeks, “Oh, honey. You know, when you were about nine, you told me you loved Rainey. You were very serious about it. And you had the same look today. I’ve always assumed it would end up this way.”

“Just took our ray of sunshine a bit longer to come around. Forced me to put up with that boy for years.” Mr. Day grumbles.

Mrs. Day smacks his shoulder with the back of his hand as Lorraine yelps out, “Hey!”

You laugh, fully agreeing with him. Lorraine pulls your arm over her shoulder, and it takes you a moment to ease the tension that automatically shoots up your spine in front of her parents. You relax, smile at the Days.

“I do need you to do me one favor though, y/n, if you could.” Mr. Day says, leaning back on the couch, his leg crossed over his knee.

“Whats that sir?”

“Stop havin sex in my barn. It spooks the animals, and if I nearly walk in on you one more time, I may have to shoot you in the ass.”

Lorraine cringes and hides her face in your arm, and you gulp back a laugh. Mrs. Day lets hers rip, and you can feel Lorraine giggle into your side.

“Yes sir, I promise.” You say, your fingers crossed behind your back.

#lpm #lorraine day #jenna ortega x reader #lorraine day x reader #jenna ortega x fem!reader #jenna ortega x y/n

[bibiwrld]

Modern Anakin Skywalker!— Halloween Party!

Pairing: Possessive/Jealous best friend Anakin! x Black fem oc!

Author’s note: Sydnee from Nerdy loser Anakin!will be used for this fic. A totally different Anakin, not nerdy loser Anakin. Saw @queenie-official’s post about this idea.

Content warning: 18+ MINORS DNI. Jealousy, possessiveness, confessions, smut.

“He’s never on time.” Sydnee mumbled to herself as she looked into the bathroom mirror, applying lipgloss to her plump, two toned lips.

Anakin was supposed to be here 15 minutes ago. He was the one who wanted to go to this party and literally begged Sydnee to come along. She would rather stay in her dorm and watch horror movies with him that night. But no, he wanted to go to a Halloween costume party that had a couples costume contest, and Anakin was so damn competitive, he not only wanted to just party, but also win this contest. He brainstormed costume ideas for him and Sydnee for days until they decided on Hugh Hefner and a Playboy bunny.

There was a knock at her door, she knew it was Anakin.

“Come in, Ani!” She wiped the corners of her mouth from any extra gloss.

“Are you ready?!” He walked into her dorm with a fake pipe in his mouth and his hands stuffed into the pockets of his red and black velvet robe. “I already put our names down for this contest, we have to go.”

She rolled her eyes and fluffed her hair, turning around to walk out the bathroom, her heels clicking with every step.

“You’re the one who’s late and you’re rushing me?” She stood behind Anakin, whose back was turned to her.

He turned around and his eyes went wide. “It’s just 15 minu— wow.”

“Do I look weird?” She put her hands behind her back shyly.

He blinked, shaking his head. “N-no, you look amazing, Syd, very beautiful.”

His jaw clenched as he thought about all the guys who were gonna see her like this. It was so unfair, he should be the only one to see her like this.

She smiled brightly at his compliment. “Thanks Ani, you look cute.” She laughed, looking at his costume.

His captain hat slightly tilted on his head, a fake pipe in his hand, a red and black velvet robe with nothing underneath, his bare chest peaking out, black pants and shiny, black dress shoes to finish.

“Thank you, I feel very pimpish.” He smirked.

She chuckled at him. Anakin has always been goofy since they were kids, she doesn’t know how she’d get through elementary school, middle school, high school and now college without him putting a smile on her face.

“Are you ready, my lady?” He put his arm out for her.

She giggled, linking arms with him. “Ready I am, kind sir.”

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The place was packed. Sydnee wondered which spoiled rich kid is using their Daddy’s mansion to throw this party.

Everyone wore costumes—dancing, smoking, playing weird frat party games, doing some hard drugs, and others doing God knows what.

The music wasn’t too loud, making it easier for everyone to hear each other.

“Woah, Syd, you look fucking h—” One of Anakin’s buddies, dressed as Elvis, walked to the pair who were linked to each other ther by their arms.

Anakin stepped in front of Sydnee, unlinking their arms. “Move around.” His glare was enough for his friend to get the message and quickly shuffle away.

“Anakin.” She angrily pouted, being hidden behind his broad frame. “Stop scaring people, it’s a party.”

He turned around to her. “Yeah, well everyone is looking at you.” He placed a hand on her lower back, guiding her to a wall where some girls were dancing.

“Everyone’s looking at everyone, it’s a costume party.” She put a hand on her hip as she looked up at him.

She looked too cute, he couldn’t take her seriously when she was angry.

“No, everyone’s looking at you because they want to fu—” He bit his tongue, stopping himself from speaking any further. “I’m gonna get us some drinks, don’t move.”

“Yeah, Dad.” She rolled her eyes playfully.

He shook his head and smiled, walking into the swarm of people, the music getting louder with each step he took.

It wasn’t really a surprise that there was an actual bartender at this party, the guy who’s throwing the party is fucking loaded.

Making eye contact with the bartender, Anakin told him his order. “Two green apple vodkas.”

As Anakin waited for the drinks, where Sydnee was, the music was loud and she couldn’t help but to dance.

“Walk in that bih with that Louis V, she said she wish there two of me.” Blared loudly through speakers as Sydnee’s hips rocked side to side.

There must’ve been a professional DJ at the party, because they were playing hit after hit.

The girls that Sydnee stood by, hyped her up as she danced erotically, feeling all on herself, whipping her hair all over.

“H-Hey!” A guy dressed as Wybie from Coraline said over the music.

Sydnee stopped dancing, turning around to the guy. She smiled. “Uh hi, nice costume.” She backed up, looking at this costume. “Wybie?”

He smirked. “Yeah, Playboy bunny?”

Nodding with a smile she answered. “Yeah.”

“It looks really nice on you.” He took a sip from his cup, eyeing her down.

Anakin finally got 2 cans of green apple vodka. It felt like he spent forever at the bar.

“Anakin, my guy!” Another one of his friends, dressed up as Western Ken.

Anakin groaned, facing his friend. He wanted to hurry up and get back to Sydnee, he didn’t like leaving her alone for too long. “Hey, Tristan.”

“Sick costume, Sydnee’s the bunny right?”

“Yeah.” He replied dryly.

‘Dammit, has everyone seen her?!’

“Oh, I figured that was her, I just saw her talking to some guy dres—”

All Anakin heard was ‘talking to some guy’ and he was gone.

He spotted the pair by the wall where he left her, conversing. The guy was way too close and Sydnee was grinning from ear to ear at whatever he was saying to her.

“Oh, I’m Liam by the—”

Anakin grabbed Sydnee’s arm, switching places with her. “She doesn’t care.” He handed her the canned vodkas.

“Anakin.” She quietly warned him, looking at the cans, then back up at him.

“Oh..hi?” Liam greeted awkwardly. “I didn’t know you had a boyfriend.”

“I don’t.” Sydnee answered. “He’s my best friend.”

Anakin’s glare was enough to make the earth open up beneath them. But she was right, he was her best friend, always has been.

“Oh, nice to meet you, I’m Li—”

“I don’t care.” Anakin gritted harshly.

Liam was rather uncomfortable. “I think I’m gonna go now.”

“Anakin, why did you do that?” Sydnee watched Liam walk away, then turned back to Anakin with a look of disbelief.

“You didn’t have to smile so much in his face.” He spat, towering over her. “It looked like you almost enjoyed talking to him.”

Her brows furrowed. “I kinda did, he seemed nice.”

His jaw clenched, then unclenched as he opened his mouth. “You weren’t planning to hook up with him, right?”

Shocked at his question, she replied quickly. “Oh my God, no, no, no.”

He sighed in relief. She was better than that, he knew that, but jealousy made him such a nasty person.

“I should go apologize to him.”

He grabbed her arm. “No.”

She looked at where his arm held her, then averted her gaze up to his face. “What do you mean ‘no’ ?”

“Sydnee.” He breathed out, clearly frustrated.

“I don’t understand why you’re acting like this, like I really don’t get it!” Her hair bounced as she argued.

His nose flared, getting closer to her. “You wanna know why I’m acting like this?! It’s because I’m fucking in love with you, Sydnee!”

The music suddenly stopped, everyone stopped dancing, trying to figure out what happened to the music.

Her lips parted, looking at Anakin with wide eyes. “What?” Her voice was soft.

He released her arm and his body stiffened and his plump lips formed into a straight line as he realized what he just admitted. “I-I–didn’t—”

A bright, white light shone from the top of staircase, landing on Anakin and Sydnee, blinding them as they put their hands over their faces. Everyone looked at the pair.

“Anakin and Sydnee!” The guy who threw party said over a mic, standing at the top of the stairs. “Come on up!”

They both stayed silent, walking up the stairs side by side.

A few other names were called and they all lined up at the top of the stairs.

Both Anakin and Sydnee’s hearts were racing. What were they both gonna say to each other after this?

“And the winners for the couples costume contest are…ANAKIN AND SYDNEE!”

Everyone cheered, clapping and smiling at the two.

Neither Anakin or Sydnee could crack a smile, as their minds raced.

“Here you go man, 2 thousand.” The guy with the mic put a rolled up paper bag with money in Anakin’s hand and walked off. “The other competitors get nothing, there’s no room for second or third, only winners!”

The crowd made noise, but was soon drowned out by the music that turned back on.

Anakin hurriedly walked down the stairs, still thinking about how he completely embarrassed himself by what he admitted to Sydnee.

Sydnee followed after him, abandoning the canned vodkas on a random table. “Anakin!”

He ignored her calls, walking out the house and to his car.

“Anakin!” She grabbed onto him, making him face her. “Anakin, did you..did you mean it? And don’t lie to me, I know when you’re lying.”

There was a long silence before he could answer. “Yes.”

“When?” She let go of him, wrapping her arms around herself. “When did you start liking me?”

“Sydnee, I don’t want to do this—”

“Please.”

He released a breath. “8th grade.” He leaned back on his car and took off his captain hat and rested the bag of money on top of his car. “I didn’t tell you because I didn’t want to ruin our friendship, you get that, don’t you?”

“Y-yeah.” Her voice softly replied. “I didn’t want to ruin our friendship either.”

“What?” He perked up, lifting his head to look at her.

“I loved you since 9th grade.” Her voice trembled. “I-I was so scared.”

His arms wrapped around her as she sniffled. “Oh, Syd.” His voice softened.

“I just suppressed my feelings, all because I was scared.” She balled up his robe in her fists. “I–”

Anakin leaned down and closed to gap between them. That caught Sydnee off guard, but it didn’t take long for her to kiss back, her hands tangling in his hair.

“An-Anakin.” She pulled away. “Not here.”

He pulled her right back in. “Yes here. I’ve wanted…this..so so long.” He mumbled in between kisses, his hands traveling to her waist, holding it firmly.

“Me too.” She agreed breathlessly.

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The car windows were all winded up, coated with a thick fog.

“Don’t stop, sweetheart.” Anakin moaned, smacking Sydnee’s ass as she rode him in the driver’s seat. “Keep bouncing on my dick like the slutty little bunny you are.”

His voice sent shivers down her spine, encouraging her to keep moving those hips against him.

“I’m cumming again, Ani.” She held her breasts, hips stuttering as she neared her orgasm.

“Fuck, yes, cum.” He gave her body a quick scan before wrapping a slanted arm across her back to her shoulder, and his hand squeezing her ass, clawing at the already ripped pantyhose that he destroy earlier in missionary. “You’re so fucking wet, shit!”

“Anakin!” She slowed her movements, her body quivering.

“Uh uh, who told you that you could stop?” He snapped his hips up to hers and slammed her ass down, making her swallow his entire dick.

She cried out, flopping onto his chest, making him take control.

He squeezed his eyes shut, feeling himself being sucked into her throbbing core. “No one else, this pussy is for no one else.”

She nodded with her buried in the crook of his neck. “Yes, Ani. J-just for you!”

“Who knew you would’ve saved your virgin pussy for me, hm?” He teased with a crooked smile.

“Y-you’re a virgin..t-too.” Her voice trembled.

“Well not anymore, baby, saved mine just for you too.” He pecked her cheek and went right back to abusing her hole. “Do you kn-know– how it feels…w-watch—fuck!— watching you t-talk to other guys, hm?” He whispered directly into her ear, quickening his pace. “It pisses me the fuck off.”

Sydnee only made nosies, clenching around his thickness.

“Say sorry, say sorry for talking to other guys.” He drilled into her, getting closer to his own orgasm.

Sydnee only groaned out, not being able to form words.

He chuckled lowly. “How cute, you’re so cock dumb you can’t even answer. What an idiot, just taking my dick and moaning lik–like a whore, so fucking hot.”

He was right there. “I’m gonna cum!” His thrusts got shorter and harsher, holding onto Sydnee for dear life.

With a few more nasty thrusts, he snapped, emptying his throbbing balls inside of her warm hole.

“Oh fuck!” His nails dug into the sides of her hips, drool running down the corner of his mouth.

“A-Ani, so much.” She felt so full of him. She tried getting up, but his arms stayed securely around her.

“D-don’t move, let’s just st-stay like this for a minute.” He strained out with closed eyes.

She smiled gently and rested her head on his shoulder. “Okay, Ani.”

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#my works💌🌷 #anakin smut #jealous Anakin #possessive Anakin #anakin skywalker smut #college anakin skywalker #best friend anakin #black fem oc #star wars anakin #sw anakin #college anakin #anakin skywalker fanfiction #hayden christensen #modern anakin #modern anakin skywalker

[doom-gender]

Amy looked at the website with confused apprehension. "ApeFist.net" it was called, the design looking straight out of the early 2000s; a simple gif of a starry night sky repeated ad nauseum forms the whole of the background page. "I thought Geocities died?" she thought.

At the fore of the webpage there was a small box for text input with the words "Make your Wish" sitting above it.

At first Amy laughed at it. The link had been spammed by some raider on her favorite trans support discord; it was stupid to even click on it, but she was compelled to check what it was in hopes that it was some kind of NFT scam - she loved making fun of NFT bros and so did most of the server.

She didn't really believe in wishes either, certainly not those given out by a webpage less modern than Craigslist. However that does not mean she had nothing to wish for. Amy's transition was a lifesaver, but her personal results are much less than she was hoping for. She started at age 19 and now at age 24 she's worried that the bulk of her transition is over. Her tiny mosquito bite tits can barely fit an A cup and her hips are practically non-existant - this combined with a general lack of confidence keeps her from being very confidant in her personal style.

After a couple minutes of consideration, she shrugs her shoulders and types into the box.

> I wish I had the body of a thick goth girl with big boobs.

She hit enter and immediately felt silly, she basically just fell for an equivalent of chain mail.

That was before the burning started.

A fire erupted in Amy's chest as she keeled over into the fetal position. Her chest began inflating outwards, settling at two jiggly mounds that were about the size of basketballs. Her stomach grew outwards with a healthy layer of fat as her hips and ass ballooned, giving her that super thick hourglass figure. Her skin prickled as it slowly lightened to a near pale white, her hair itched as it turned into a stylish black bob, and her clothes melted into a simple all black outfit.

When the pain subsided, she took stock of her body; grabbing at her curves and pawing at her crotch to realize her little e-dick had even turned into a pussy. She looked back to the computer to see not the wishing website but... a webcam software? Why was that...

She immediately became drowsy, the late golden hours of the sun shining through the window as it fades ever closer to nightfall. She passes out onto the couch.

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Amy awoke to the sound of... Moaning? She was sitting up now in what felt like a desk chair. When she opened her eyes she could see through the groggy glaze a computer screen with... herself on it. Her new, goth self at least.

She was squeezing her tits and moaning provacatively into the camera - Amy could see the name at the bottom of the stream: "bigtiddygothgf".

As she came more and more to her senses she expected to feel what her body was doing on the stream, but as she became more intune with her body she became aware of a different stimulation. A hand wrapped around her cock.

She looked down, the messy contents of the desk flashing by her view before it settles on her body. A hairy man's body with a much bigger cock than she'd ever had before. She wanted to freak out, to scream, but all she could let out was a loud grunt as her hand continued to mercilessly jack off her huge, hard, manly cock.

She saw the username next to the chat input textbox: "FatBalls88". 88? Was she a 35 year old man now? The thought died as the stroke of her hand passed the head of her cock once more, matched by the perfect bouncing of the goth girl's tits on the screen.

"Fuck... So hot..."

She didn't say that! Or... did he? She was slowly losing context for why she was here, memories of her life as Amy, her job, the struggles of her transition, the events just preceding these, all began to be replaced with "Adam". Adam is a 35 year old self proclaimed "deadbeat"; in truth he's not doing that bad, he's got a fine apartment, a good job, and he keeps in reasonable shape. What he does not have is a girlfriend, explaining his semi-excessive spending on cam girls.

Amy fought back against these thoughs. "I could use a beer, that would help." She thought before realizing that was more of Adam consuming her. Amy was being deleted from all sides and shlacked over with Adam as s-s-- he came ever closer to cumming.

*click*

"Oh! Thanks for another donation FB! You're my favorite viewer." the girl smooched out at the camera while jiggling her massive tits with her hands.

Adam exploded, his eyes rolled back into his head as white hot cum splattered the bottom of his desk. His chair creaks with strain as his limp body leans further and further backwards. The absolute destruction of whatever remained of Amy and the sudden influx of everything that was Adam left the man dazed for quite awhile only to gain awareness of a ticking sound from the stream.

A spinning wheel full of the names of everyone who donated this stream stuck in front of the visage of "bigtiddygothgf". Adam grunted primally, angry that he could no longer ogle the tits, until...

"Omg FB congrats! Y'know you're my best supporter I think you deserve it the most. DM me and we'll see where we can meet up!"

Adam shook off his lusthaze and remembered: the promise of this stream was that each $1 donated gave you a chance to meet up with the goth cam girl and fuck her live on her next show.

Knocking trash and old beer bottles to the floor he rushed to attention at his keyboard and slid into her dms to set a date.

"Finally," he thought "I'll have that body all for myself..."

#mtf detrans kink #mtftm jackoff fuel #mtf detrans

[oxymorayuri]

𝐶𝘩𝑎𝑝𝑡𝑒𝑟 𝟿

𝑆𝑡𝑟𝑎𝑛𝑔𝑒 𝑓𝑒𝑒𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑔𝑠 »

𝑇𝑟𝑎𝑓𝑎𝑙𝑔𝑎𝑟 𝐷. 𝑊𝑎𝑡𝑒𝑟

𝐿𝑎𝑤 ✘ ♀ 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟

𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐒𝐓: 序川_ on pixiv

Story: The princess of Tanata

(Long Fic)

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Spoiler: none

Warnings: none

slowburn with plot

Wordcount: 2168

Text in italics emphasizes the reader’s thoughts

Bold and italic text emphasizes Law's thoughts *~*

Tagging: @slytherinambitious - @sassyyassi - @norasincubi

You're on this strange ship again.

The 'Yellow Wonder' as you thought the other day. You look around curiously, the deck is quite simple but it is quite exciting to be on a ship.

Once upon a time, it was common on Tanata for people to sail on ships. You have read all the history books and writings about your own past.

The past of Tanata.

No matter what the written records say, there is not a single trace of ships on the island. The people of Tanata have not sailed for centuries…

"Princess?" - You flinch slightly and turn to look into the troop leader's eyes.

"Hey, don't scare me like that Ambrosios!" You put your hand on your chest.

" Sorry not sorry… but I have to tell you that there might be a problem…" - "Ahh man…" Annoyed, you put your hands on your hips.

Ambrosios does the same, but instead of an annoyed expression, he grins cheekily at you. When you notice how he copies you, you snort.

That cheeky guy.

You two have known each other since you were kids, he's Anatol's son and was raised to be a warrior. You've always trained together.

Your eyes roam over his upper body.

He is definitely not badly built, his armor is designed in such a way, that you can still see his impressive muscles.

"You know, princess, you don't have to stare, you are allowed to touch." He comes closer to you but you laugh and push his face away from you, kicking him lightly in the side.

"Come on. Tell me about the problem." He's always been like this and he's like this with everyone, but you know that he doesn't get into bed with everyone. You've always wondered why he never had a serious relationship.

"Not only is the ship stuck, it's also stuck in mud. It's much harder to get it out and we could end up damaging the ship." - "Do you have any ideas, my princess?" He leans down slightly towards you, his blond hair falling slightly in his face. He's quite the pretty boy, you have to admit.

But you just don't like blonde. You like the opposite.

Without intention, you glance over at Law.

Ambrosios follows your glance. You quickly look back at him, luckily he can't hear what you're thinking.

"I think, I have an idea… Someone has assured me that he could be of great help."

A smile appears on your face that Ambrosios has never seen before. It's a sort of cunning one.

With Law as your target, you make your way over to him. He was with a few soldiers and had his back turned to you. When the soldiers saw you, they interrupted the conversation and stood up straight.

Law didn't miss this behavior and turned around.

"Princess-ya." - "Princess.ya?" Ambrosios asks a little bewildered… and a little pissed off, because it seems so intimate… but you don't realize that anyway.

"Hey Law, do you have any ideas what we can do? Your ship is stuck in the mud and we can't lift it out of the river." - "I can deal with it, but there's one thing that needs to be done first."

Curiously, you watch as the soldiers heave a tree trunk onto the huge wagon where the ship should be placed.

Law said it was necessary and you are looking forward to what comes next.

"Okay, everything should work now." Law says casually as he claps his hands.

With a firm stance, he raises an arm and his low voice echoes a 'Room!

You've heard that before…

First you recognize a small swirl forming in his palm, which becomes a growing dome.

The dome surrounded you, the ship and the wagon that was positioned right next to the ship. He paused briefly and you hear him say 'Shambles'.

Suddenly the ship disappears from your sight and in the next moment you hear the loud creaking sound of Law's ship, which appears on the cart.

With your mouth open, you look in amazement at the Jolly Roger's broad grin as the log falls into the river.

Your gaze goes over to Law, who takes one step backwards.

"That was awesome Law!" - Law smiles at you, a little drained. You immediately recognize his irregular breathing and slight dark circles under his eyes.

"Are you all right?" you approach him worriedly. He quickly collects himself and tries to adopt a composed posture.

"Swapping such large object takes a lot of energy." You look at him sympathetically as Ambrosios steps to his side and places a hand on his shoulder. He is slightly taller and broader than Law.

"That was pretty useful, we'll take it from here." And walks past him to the wagon, where the other soldiers are getting ready.

Although Ambrosio might not look like it, if you can win him over, especially with strength, you'll have his respect.

"Pretty cool, I must say." - "Thanks, you could say I control the room" - "Sounds familiar…".

For a moment you both just smile at each other and it feels like time stands still. You definitely won't be the first to look away. You're enjoying the sensation waaaay too much.

"Aheem." comes from the side and you both look to Ambrosios who comes slightly between you to talk to you.

"We're ready then."

After securing the ship at the city border, you say goodbye to the soldiers and make your way back to the palace.

Now it's just the two of you…

Even if you want to ask a thousand things, you remain silent. At first it was a bit awkward again, but as time went on you found it quite pleasant. You become very calm around Law.

"Hey Law, when we get back I could do something to make you feel good."

What on earth did this woman say?

A little surprised, he looks down at you and raises an eyebrow.

"A-Also, only if you want to, of course." - "What do you mean?" he looks down at you sceptically.

Only then you realize what you actually said and turn bright red!

"UHH I MEAN… of course I meant that I can heal you!" Ashamed, you bury your face in your hands.

Oh my God, why do you express yourself so incredibly silly, huh?

It is now impossible to look Law in the face and you go your way in silence. You are glad when you arrive at Hera's palace and a few pirates greet you.

"Captain!!!!!!" Bepo comes running towards you.

"How's the Polar Tang??" - "Fine, it's safe at the edge of town. I would say that you help the people with the repairs. After all, it's not a normal ship." The Mink saluted his captain and scurried off to gather a couple crew members.

Law looks down at you. You can feel his eyes on you and carefully look up at him.

"You said you could heal me?" you nod hastily at him.

"All right, I suggest we go to my room," he adds as he makes his way to the stairs.

Once in his room, you suddenly feel like a complete stranger. It's your home and yet you're still tense.

Law makes himself comfortable on the sofa and looks at you expectantly.

You stand a little lost in the room. The thought of what you're about to do suddenly makes you feel strange. You start to feel a little uneasy at the thought of healing Law.

You sit down next to Law with your upper body facing him.

"Ready?" you ask as you carefully reach for his hand. With your delicate hands, you hold Law's hand and bring it to your lips.

Your warm lips meet Law's cool skin. With your eyes closed, you try to concentrate on his exhaustion.

Even if Law doesn't show it, he is literally overwhelmed by the warm feeling running through him. It feels as if waves are flooding his body without him feeling drowned. He feels rather light and safe.

He has never felt so good. Now he understands why you said it like that.

He closes his eyes. It's not that he feels like he is intoxicated by the feeling… it's more that he feels calmer than ever before.

He opens his eyes slightly to look down at you. Your lips are still on his hand. His gaze wanders from your long eyelashes to your full lips.

Why did she have to kiss Luffy and me when it was just a simple touch with Penguin?

A little tired, you let go of Law's hand. You used quite a lot of power yesterday and although it was only a small effort, it's quite noticeable now.

Law, on the other hand, spreads his arms out on the backrest and leans his head back with closed eyes.

The way you're both sitting, with your upper body still facing him, it looks like he's putting an arm around you. Exhausted, you lean back against the sofa. You don't care that you're touching Law's arm, and Law doesn't seem to mind either as you enjoy a moment in silence.

"Princess-ya?" - "Mhmm?"

"When you healed Penguin on the ship, you only had to touch him but you kissed me and Luffy… why?" - "It depends on how bad the damage or injury is…." You take his hand in your small hands and let some of your power flow into him.

"Can you tell the difference?" - Law nods silently at you.

"I'm not sooo good at controlling people's time yet… or rather, I can't without skin contact. There were some devil fruit users who could do it without any contact but I guess I'm a bit too uncontrolled… as my grandfather always swears." You can't help grinning.

"I build a direct connection that way, otherwise I'd use up too much energy myself." - "Why don't you heal yourself?" - "I can't."

He lifts his head straight up to look at you. Tired, you look into his eyes.

"You can't?" - "Yep. I've tried but nothing happens when I touch myself. I know from the old writings and stories that there were devil fruit users who could do it, but I never learned." You say with a hint of bitterness.

Law studies your face. Your large e/c eyes gaze into his stormy gray.

"Do you want it?" - "Absolutely." your eyes sparkle with passion. "But grandfather won't let me. There was a terrible incident back then and I strained my powers so much that I unleashed a terrible force…" You hold on to your arms and gaze into the distance.

"Apparently I've released something that's never been seen before. A power so terrible that it almost killed me. Since then, my grandfather has forbidden me from using my powers like that…"

You can't control yourself and a tear flows down your cheek.

You don't know what happened back then. You only know that it must have been so terrible because you were in a coma for a year. When you woke up again, you realized that your grandfather had burned all the textbooks that could help you with your techniques. In general, there were some forbidden techniques, but none of the previous users had ever been able to do what you did.

With his thumb, Law wipes away your tear and smiles kindly at you. You return a weak smile and the black haired man leans back again. He looks up at the ceiling a little thoughtfully and closes his eyes.

"You know, I feel really good."

You're glad Law can't see your face. You notice his attempt to refer to your words from before and lean back with a grin. You close your eyes and wonder why you feel so good... Even though you've remembered so many bad things.

After all you've known Law for less than 48 hours, you have shed a tear in front of him. Even if it was just one…

Law's voice, calm manner and slight arrogance trigger feelings in you that you've only read about in books.

It feels strange… No, rather good.

After a while, you say your goodbyes to Law. You're quite sleepy and if you don't get up now, you'll fall asleep and that would create DRAMA.

You can imagine the headline on the newspaper 'HOLY PRINCESS WITH PIRATE!!!'

When you get to your room, you throw yourself into bed. Your face is buried in the pillow.

What exactly do you feel? Is it sheer curiosity? No.

With the question still unanswered, you fall deeply asleep.

Who knows what tomorrow will bring.

It's almost 2 in the morning. I'm off to bed now. Nightie Babes!

See you next time, kiss kiss ♡

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[thedreamwraptwriter]

Halloween Special

Tenth Doctor x Reader

Prompt: For a Halloween fest, you chose the Doctor as your costume! He’s not impressed.

Lowkey inspired by the fact I decided to throw together a last-minute 10th Doctor costume. And Happy Halloweekend!

Word Count: 687

Warnings: none.

Note: [Y/N] = Your Name

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“Come on, let’s go [Y/N]! This festival is one for the ages. I really think you’ll enjoy it!”

 I heard the Doctor calling me as I got ready for the Halloween festival in my room. He’d been raving about it for quite a while, and we finally had time between adventuring to head over and check it out. The Doctor told me that most humans would dress up, which led me to a brilliant idea. 

I quickly put the finishing touches on my costume as I called back, “Coming!” 

“There you are! Why so slow today -”

The Doctor stopped short when he saw me. His eyebrow, which seemed to be eternally raised, somehow went even higher on his forehead.  

 “Do you like my costume?” I exclaimed, grinning from ear to ear, giving him a little spin to show it off. 

I had snagged the costume items over the course of a couple weeks as we travelled, sneaking them past the Doctor as we went about our adventures. I found the blue suit jacket and pants as we ran through the streets of modern-day London last week. The brown trench coat I managed to grab on a completely alien planet (who would have guessed alien fashion would work so well for me?). The white shirt and red tie were quickly purchased while sneaking around twentieth century Victorian England. And, to finish the look, a delivery of red converse right to the Tardis door (not even sure how I managed that) while we were hanging out in a futuristic Manhattan. I had even managed to make a little sonic screwdriver replica using a tiny flash light and some craft materials.

“I, um, what…” the Doctor stuttered.

 “You said this festival was full of costumes! And what better costume than a time traveling alien?” I laughed, grinning. 

The Doctor frowned, looking a mix of utter bemusement and concern. “Is that really…do I wear this outfit too much?” he gestured to himself weakly, his clothing almost identical to mine. “Good lord my fashion sense must be dying if you can copy me so exactly.”

 I rolled my eyes good-naturedly and walked over to him. “You’re a drama king. Just because you cycle through two or three outfits every couple of seasons doesn’t mean you’ve lost your fashion sense. Just means you’re old and like what you like.”

 The Doctor let out a snort as I linked arms with him. “Did I ever tell you that you are my favorite companion?”

 “I bet you say that to every companion.”

 “Mm, no I’ve had a couple of not-so-great companions. Like the ones who dress up as me.”

“Hold on, now, which is it?! Make up your mind!”

 The Doctor laughed. “Kidding! Kidding. So then, now that you are ‘me’, what are your plans?”

 “I need to choose a companion I think,” I said. “And perhaps also start making my hair stick up everywhere.”

 I pushed my hair up to mimic him and he laughed out loud. “You look ridiculous.”

“I am simply your mirror, Doctor!” I exclaimed. “Oh! I almost forgot. Look…”

I whipped out my little sonic screwdriver and turned it on. “Haha! I’m the Doctor!”

The Doctor let out the biggest snort, doubling over in laughter as I swung my flashlight around, pretending to scan various items in the Tardis. 

“St-stop that’s ridiculous,” he said between gasps. “What on earth even is that?”

 “My sonic screwdriver, obviously! See?” I clicked the flashlight, making it flash on and off. “Created by my own hand, might I add.”

“A work of art, [Y/N]!” he exclaimed.

After the Doctor collected himself, he straightened up and grinned. “Well then, since you are all ready now, I suppose we should be off, Doctor,” he winked at me.

 “Allons-y!” I yelled, pointing my sonic screwdriver toward the Tardis doors and marching forward.

I heard the Doctor groan. “I’m never taking you to another Halloween festival again.”

I turned to him and smirked. “Come along, my little companion, let’s go on an adventure!”

 Shaking his head, amused, the Doctor took my hand. “I’d follow you anywhere, Doctor.”

Happy Halloween!

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[lerclec]

to remember

summary : moments where you take a photo of jj

pairing : jj maybank x routledge!reader , s2!kiara carrera x s2!pope heyward, sarah cameron x john b routledge

genre : fluff and smut

warnings : 18+ mdni, everyone’s 21+, no use of condom, pet names(baby), drinking, cursing

word count : 1.2k

a/n : wasn’t planning on adding smut but i didn’t know what plot i was gonna write for that one photo 🤭 btw there’s a link on the dates, it’s the photos from pinterest

tuesday, 5:23 pm, Aug

It was five o’clock at noon, birds tweeting can be heard, the winds making the tree leaves fall from the ground, the orange sky reflecting through the windows, grass beneath your feet. You were walking up to the château, a sling bag holding on to you, filled with things such as your camera.

When something caught your attention, it was a figure laying on their back at the top of the couch, with their hand on the floor, green empty bottles of beer at the table.

When you reach porch stairs, that’s when you saw that it was JJ. You reach for the doorknob and open the door, you look at jj with admire spreading on your face.

Then the thought came to mind, you pull out your camera and position it on jj, the sunset also being seen. click, you bring down the camera, waiting for the photo to print.

You look up to jj, studying his face, the way his mouth opens, his hair being a mess, then his mouth moves, forming a slight smile, his dimples being seen, the sight making you blush.

You look down to see that the photo has been printed, you pull it out before pushing it down to your back pocket, planning on adding it to your collection of photos.

Saturday, 3:49 pm, Nov

All kinds of birds can be heard tweeting, water splashing as a crocodile moves around their cage, snake hissing as they watch a person move, a roar of a lion can be heard from the whole zoo.

It was a Saturday, you and JJ are at the zoo, with his black t-shirt,jeans and his bracelets he always wear.

You brought your camera, you hold it on your two hands, gripping on it while looking around as JJ follows you, also looking around.

You position your camera to a crocodile at the other side of the glass, before clicking it, you hear JJ gasping. You turn around, just to be met by JJ with the smallest frog you’ve ever seen, he had a grin spreading on his face, the frog just sitting on his hand, looking around as it croaks.

I want him, as a pet he demands, tapping the frog’s head. You laugh, jj we can’t have a frog as a pet, where are you even gonna put that? you question jj answers with i don’t know, as long as i have one, like dude it’s so cute! he squeal with excite.

You laugh before looking down to the camera on your hand and position it to him and the frog, a smile still sitting on your face. A click can now be heard.

You put down the camera and look up to him, a grin still on his face, you can see that he’s still so amazed, the frog was croaking and looking at JJ as he laughs. The photo then prints, and you show it to him with a proud smile and he looks up to you, chuckling at the sight of him.

Friday, 1:56 am, Dec

Late night, the bed creaking as you bounce on top of him, both of your moans can be overheard outside of the room, the only light coming under the door as it reveals a slit of light.

You throw your head back, a loud moan coming out of your mouth, JJ whispers a be quiet, baby stuttering. He had his hands on your hips, following it as it bounces on top of him. You start to feel an intense pleasure throughout your body, you speed up, allowing your hands to travel his body, feeling his abs, then placing your hands on his collarbones for support. He feels you squeezing him, knowing that you’re close.

Baby- baby please, please- i’m close! you whine, squeezing your eyes shut. It’s okay, c-c’mon you can d-do it baby, you’re doing so good he moans wanna fill you up he continues.

His words opened something in you, you then felt your orgasm in your body. He lets go of him cum and throws his head back at the headboard, gripping your hips. Your legs shake as you drop on top of him, you look up to him, as he place his hand on his face letting it flex.

The thought of taking a picture of him turned you on, before reaching for your camera you say to him don’t move as you rise to pull your camera from your bag you hear him whisper a what? coming back to your position, you look at him to see that he still have his hands on his face, you position your camera to the best spot and change your posture, click.

When he realizes what you did he leans in to your ear, he chuckles before a you’re naughty falls out of his mouth.

Saturday, 11:18 pm, Jan

Wood burning, orange light glowing through the place, fire crackling, burned ashes mixed with the sand, marshmallows on sticks, beers inside a red cooler filled with ice, a log used as seats circling the burning wood, the pouges laughing as jj come out with a joke.

Kiara and Sarah was next to you, gossiping about Kie’s love life, Kie! c’mon tell us, is something happening between you and pope Sarah teases, looking at her for some kind of answer.

Nothing, i swear to god! she defends, laughing and hiding her face. Oh c’mon Kie, you have to lie better than that if you want us to believe you you laugh at her attempt.

Okay, fine! Something happened, like two days ago she finally says and that something is? you tease more you know!

Actually no i don’t you joke with confusion on your face yeah literally no clue! sarah joins.

Kie just laughs as you and sarah share a look before bursting out of laughter. Can we take a picture with your camera Kie asks you. You reach into your bag, hand searching for the camera, Yeah sure!

Guys let’s take a picture! catching the boys attention as they look at you. You raise you camera, facing the lens onto you and the pouges, they fix their position and pose with silly faces and smiles.

After the photo, everyone was back to their business, Kie and Pope were talking, Sarah and John B were flirting.

You were fixing the lens of your camera when you feel a pair of eyes looking at you.

You look up, just to be seen by JJ looking at you with adore on his eyes. He was shining with the help of the fire, his blonde hair being a mess, his red sleeveless shirt, and a beer in hand.

Hi he whispers loud enough for you to hear. Hi you whisper back, a small smile forming on your face and a tint of red on your cheeks.

Why are you blushing he asks laughing at you Is it because of me? Am i that hot? He teases, you laugh at him.

No, i’m not bruising your already bruised ego. you chuckle, he raises his arm and place it at his chest, with an open mouth, pretending to be offended.

He then stops and continues to look at you with a smile. You raise your camera and taking a quick photo before he changes his face.

He smirks am i still not that hot?

a/n : I SUCK AT WRITING SMUTAJSKAJSIWJS

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[speedybeta]

Being the sixth member of Beta squad

MASTERLIST

Side note: This was inspired by another post I saw so if it sounds like I'm copying I'm not I just got inspired by them. The reader is female in this. Also sorry if this doesn't sound accurate I tried my best. There's nothing romantic in this I view this as a platonic post but you could view it however you want. Sorry if this is cringe

ALSO I kinda took forever to publish this cause I accidentally published it on accident and had to restart which made me lose motivation but now I'm finished ♡

Let's say you joined beta squad when it first started. Maybe you know Sharky for a long time and we're introduced to the others then instantly clicked

At first you were hesitant when you were invited to join. But you made the decision to join, which changed your life forever

They weren't friends they were family to you

They'd always look out for you like you were their little sister

You had a bond with each and one of them. You would hang out off camera and talk to them whenever

So much teasing

If you're the youngest they'd sometimes joke about it regarding the age

If you're shorter than AJ you both get teased and made fun of

If you're taller, my gosh AJ would be an absolute joke of the group for being shorter than you

They are all overprotective and view you as a little sister. They want you to be safe and want what's best for you

Maybe they had a little crush on you before..

Being close friends with Nella, Darkest and Filly. You all are good friends

You and Chunkz are the duo who cooks with each other.

You, Kenny, and Sharky being the duo in the jungle video that makes the video 10x entertaining

Niko and you are absolutely hilarious together and people fear you both for your pranks and the type of content you both make

You and Aj being the ones who get teased the most

But you and AJ sometimes have a violation battle over the stupidest things

Your Kenny's number one support. You'd work out with him and keep him company during his training and encourage him

Chunkz and you are super loud and chaotic. But he sometimes brings you around to his family dinners and lets you hang out with his family

Sharky's sisters love you. I imagined you doing Shakira's makeup on stream before

Also feel like AJ is more comfortable with you and will sometimes hug you (like in the mukbang video where he was hugging Chunkz when Sharky was laughing at him almost drowning )

They'd never do anything without you

They would never admit it but they're your biggest supporters and would give you their honest opinions about decisions you make

They definitely would try to be annoying commenting rude things on your Instagram posts

Them being rude to you as a joke but fans take it seriously and make dramatic edits about it. (Just like the AJ edits but 10x dramatic)

When you all lived together you would always cook for them so they wouldn't always order take out everyday

They loved your cooking and sometimes show up to your house uninvited just for you to cook for them

Unless you're a bad cook, I could imagine you attempting to cook but end up burning the food. Which leads to them making fun of you for it and it becomes a huge joke

You and Harry pinaro having the worst relationship ever to the point where people actually think you two hate each other

You two don't get along (I love/hate Harry)

In the weakest link videos I feel like you'd get the hardest questions since everyone knows you have the most intelligence out of all of them

Sometimes when a person collaborates with the channel and they end up flirting and the boys would either tease or get weirded out

I feel like they'd tease depending on the person

If it was stormzy, KSI, or anyone else they'd definitely get weirded out by it

If it was Trent they'd tease you about it till the day you die. They'd bring it up in almost every sports related conversation or video.

You being the mom of the group and making sure everyone is okay. You'd text them everyday to make sure they're doing fine

Since you're a fan favorite and have good video ideas, they like to hear your opinion in videos since you're actually smart and your videos get a lot of views.

Chunkz gets jealous over the fact your Smarter than him

Unless your dumb

you win come dine with me and Niko gets absolutely so upset that you won over him. He accused you of cheating and supposedly hiring someone to cook the meals you made

Them calling you for advice before dates and advice about girls in general. They come to you when they need help with any life situations since they know they could trust you

(Niko definitely would ask u advice if his girlfriend ever got mad at him)

Speaking of his girlfriend, you two are best friends.

if you ever got in a relationship they'd do a full integration on them

They want what's best for you. They have to know what type of person you're dating and need to know if they're treating you right. It's their job to make sure their friend is happy and in a healthy relationship. Especially if you're like a sister to them

If you're ever feeling down they do anything to try to make you laugh or brighten up your mood

Imagine filming the box video with amp

You leaving the box after AJ left since you landed on leave the box. But you genuinely felt like Niko had a better chance at winning since he won the first one

But if one of the amp members flirts with you they'd get weirded out and annoyed because everyone knows how amp is (love amp though especially Chris & agent)

I don't say they would be jealous, they just feel like they should protect you from getting your heart broken

Or maybe they do get jealous (up to you to decide)

In the cooking video for amp channel let's say you and Duke teamed up (sorry filly)

Duke is Duke so obviously he flirted with you trying to get your number and use his cringe "rizz" on you

But before the video, you, Chris, and Davis had a conversation. You gave them advice, out of all the amp members they connected with you the most

But the amp cook off was chaotic especially with you

You actually tried for half the challenge before giving up and just having fun. It was better to just entertain the viewers instead of actually trying to win

You decided to annoy everyone by moving their stuff

I imagine you, aj, fanum, and Niko get in an argument and start throwing flour each other

you and Duke losing which leads to you threatening the person who switched out everyone's cakes

you and Niko both manage the beta squad Instagram and tiktok since you know all the popular trends

Even though everyone is behind Instagram and tiktok, you are mostly the one posting on it, and the one who replies to comments

Niko and you are both know for being menaces and immature. Especially when you two are filming together, you both make the most craziest pranks. Your friendship with him is so adorable and wholesome. You both always joke around and add on to each other's jokes to make it more funny. Always having laugh attacks with him.

You and Chunkz are literally the duo who randomly burst into a song together. You two both send songs to each other and both show a huge interest in music. I like to imagine you and Chunkz going on a drive or just hanging out to sing to music. You two also know a lot of people and are the ones who know a lot of celebrities. You two are the ones who message famous people to Collab with the Beta squad.

You and AJ love hating on each other, even though he'll leave positive messages on your Instagram to be funny, he bashes you and insults you at the same time. It's a bit confusing at times to tell if you're completing each other or insulting. But you two never get offended and know when to stop.

Man, you and Kenny have such a bond. You were his biggest supporter during his Boxing matches and Practices. If you love to work out or get exercise, you both go to the gym together or you'll go on diets with him so he won't be alone. He always goes to you for advice on girls. You two laugh at the random things and can't take anything serious. You and him always are always whispering things to each other during filming.

Sharky and you are known to laugh so hard where you can't even breathe. You two laugh in serious situations and always look at each other before bursting out laughing. He likes to drag you outside for a walk and just listen to music with each other. Similar to Chunkz, he sends you songs that he thinks you'll like.

overall the boys are grateful for you and everything you've done for them. You're like family to them. They all love you. They are family, not just a friend group to you. They love you and always will.

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Note: Uhm so I'm working on a Niko agnst fic so please give me ideas for it because I'm kinda concerned on if it isn't good enough

I hope this is good!! I tried my best 😭 I had fun writing this since I wish for a friend group like them and always imagined what it would be like to be in the beta squad. I might make a part two but idk yet 💚 I kinda rushed the ending and put random things down. Lmk if I should add something or you have any suggestions or headcanons I should make

#reader insert #beta squad #niko omilana #chunkz #king kenny #aj shabeel #sharky #imagines #headcanons #duke dennis #fluff #oneshots #writing #scenarios #youtube #group #friend group

[shimmeringweeds]

Link Click thoughts on episode 9

Once again, we are given more questions to ponder than answers, but I think that this episode was meant to be a huge giant red hint. We just have to be clever enough, and put in the effort to see it!

"What has happened is inevitably what will happen, even if there are countless possibilities." <- <- <-

"Lu Guang" escaping the room is a node. I think that node can be changed, but that it is also very hard to change. So long as the intent to repeat is there, nothing major will change.

The scene changes from B&W to color when Qian Jin meets the twins for the first time.

I believe this is where one node has been crossed. @mimicha-arts has already mentioned the discrepancy between the first time Qian Jin meets the twins and this scene here. I think their train of thought is right on the money. Let me add on to that: the first words out of Li Tianchen's mouth are "It was I who killed them." Then they BOTH start laughing.

It is my current opinion that this laughter signifies a node being crossed.

Li Tianchen did not kill his parents in the original timeline. This is a new development. If death is a node that cannot be crossed, then it doesn't matter who killed them, so long as they die.

Li Tianchen isn't trying to save his family. Nor is Qian Jin trying to save his wife. What they desire comes after.

Another scene where the laughter is present is where Captain Xiao tells Qian Jin his wife was pregnant when she was murdered. This scene is B&W both times.

Then there's the scene in color. I honestly did not see the neighbor being a victim coming and really should have, the clues were there damnit.

So is the conversation with Captain Xiao a node that needs crossing? or a node that was crossed? (since they showed the scene twice with the dialog cut the first time.)

Then there is Chen Bin. Sweet, innocent, naive Chen Bin who shows a desire to help his friend. He got dragged into a mess and his full involvement is not yet clear to me, but he's an accomplice. 99.9% sure on that one.

Then there's this scene.

Why is Li Tianxi remembering this. Is this from her point of view? I still think she's the one with the ability to go into the photograph, but has no control over what happens once inside.

Who are they apologizing to? One of the twins? They act as if they have failed in someway. It's not begging for life, I don't think.

The markings on Liu Lan's neck look very much like the markings on Emma. We never saw her husband choke her. (not to say he didn't but, so many things don't add up with that double murder.)

We got eye color. And hey, we know now that he is (likely) Hat Man, and that he is definitely Liu Xiao. But who is Liu Xiao. Storytelling dictates that this is a character we already have familiarity with. I'm just being a coward in saying anything out loud lol. and I don't want my first thought to be true. I need to overthink this more.

It's not 100% necessary, but our protagonists have to be related to this case in some way.

#时光代理人 #link click #shiguang dailiren #my lc theories

[ghostofskywalker]

Filed Under: Work Orders

Words: 1,099

Summary: You're the best mechanic the GAR has, but sometimes that means that you're flooded with requests for repairs that are clearly not from combat, or at least not entirely from combat.

or alternatively: a collection of messages on your answering machine, that go a long way as evidence to support the argument that you deserved a raise.

Note: another work to add to filed under: the series! apparently i can only write a fic like this once every six months or so lol

ao3 link || clone troopers masterlist

A loud clang echoed through the room as you dropped your bag of tools on the floor, eyes bleary from waking up far too early. Long hours at unusual times were a given when you worked for the GAR, but that didn’t mean you ever really got used to it, even after the three days off you had just enjoyed. At least the work bays were quiet at this time of day, and you usually didn’t have to do much interacting with others until it was time for people to pick up their finished equipment. Droids would collect and deliver the ships and other apparatuses that needed fixing, and work orders were usually received through your datapad.

Sitting down at the slightly scratched chair at your desk, you saw the light on your communicator blinking, indicating that you had a few messages to listen to. Your office communicator was on a pathway that could be reached through simply contacting the main number for the GAR and pressing the correct buttons, but it wasn’t as common to see work orders being requested here rather than through your datapad. After the caf machine began to work its magic and you had a steaming mug of caffeine in front of you, it was time to see what was on your schedule for today.

you have *:･✧ eight ✧ ･:* new messages

“Hey, this is General Anakin Skywalker calling for the best mechanic in the galaxy!”

You paused the message and sighed, knowing that meant he needed something from you. And based on his overly chipper tone, the repairs would be intensive.

“I got the message from your datapad that you’re off for a few days, but when you get back I need a favor. It’s just a few dents and a broken blaster cannon, don’t worry too much, but we’ll be on Coruscant for a few rotations and I just wanted to see what you could do. Rex has sent an official work order to your datapad, just send a message to the Jedi Temple when it’s ready.”

*:･✧ ✧ ･:*

“What exactly am I supposed to say again?”

“Well, starting with your name would probably be a good idea.”

“Yeah that’s good.”

“And explaining that this needs to be done secretly, because Cody would kill us if he found out.”

“Definitely. Hi, my name is Boil and-”

“Wait, you were already on the call?”

“You watched me dial!”

Click.

After that played, you checked your datapad to see a communication that seemed to match the situation, and you just laughed at the plea to maintain complete secrecy.

*:･✧ ✧ ･:*

The next message started with a shout from the background.

“It’s kriffing COLD in here!”

“Be quiet Crosshair! I’m leaving a message for the repair department now.”

“It’s still going to be three rotations before we even get to Coruscant. We’ll be blocks of ice by then!”

Another voice called out from the background.

“Go look for some blankets and let Tech leave the communication message in peace!”

“Fine.” 

“As you can probably tell, we’re calling because there’s an issue with our ship’s heating system. It’s an Omicron-class attack shuttle, and I believe that there must be some kind of slight leak preventing the heat from kicking in. More details will be sent with the droid when we drop off the ship.”

*:･✧ ✧ ･:*

“Hello, this is Sergeant Hound calling from the Coruscant Guard, I wanted to let you know that we’ll be dropping off one of the battalion’s speeder bikes within the next day or two. It’ll look really bad, so if you have to scrap it completely that should be fine, just don’t tell Fox. I crashed it when I saw a cute massif on the street and completely flew into a wall, but if anyone else asks, there was a accident on the lower levels and it was too dark to see anything when I was chasing down a death stick dealer.”

*:･✧ ✧ ･:*

“Now who are you calling?”

“Shhh, Fives, I’m on the phone with the maintenance number. If they can fix the general’s ships when he crashes them, this can’t be that big of a deal.”

“How are you going to explain the completely fried control board? Kix told us already that the GAR’s funneling all their money into new clones and can’t afford to replace landspeeders.”

“I’ll tell the truth, that it’s been acting strangely.”

“Yeah, after you spilled spotmelon juice all over it!”

“You were the one that knocked over the canteen!”

“Maybe we can blame it on the general, he’s already bringing his fighter down there after that last battle.”

“Yeah, maybe if we crash it into something first.”

*:･✧ ✧ ･:*

“Why did you call the GAR’s main line? I don’t think the people in payroll and budgeting will be able to help until we get the damage under control.”

“This is the maintenance department. Jesse says there’s someone there that fixes things all the time for them, like that time when Hardcase built a bomb in the Resolute’s refresher.”

“Sinker, that’s what you did!”

“No!”

“Maybe it’s not in the refresher, but-”

“I built a bomb out of the caf machine, it’s a completely different situation. And mine was accidental, I don’t think you can say the same thing about the 501st!”

Your mind wandered from the message as it was still being played from your machine, mentally making a note to get out all the safety equipment you thought you might need. If this is anything like the situation that was just referenced, you were going to need some high quality supplies.

*:･✧ ✧ ･:*

“Hi, my name is General Obi-Wan Kenobi. I know that General Skywalker is going to be dropping off a starship for you to take a look at within the next few rotations, and I wanted to ask if you had a moment to check over my ship too? I don’t know what Anakin has told you, but I’d be willing to bet that he undersold how bad it was. Look, don’t tell him that I told you, but I wouldn’t be surprised when it comes in totaled. I’m surprised he was even able to land that smoking heap of transparisteel. That aside, if you have time to look at mine just let me know, there’s nothing really specific I’m looking to fix but I would prefer to know if something was wrong before the next high stress situation. Thank you!”

you have *:･✧ zero ✧ ･:* new messages

You sighed, taking a huge sip from the caf in your hands and getting up from your desk. It looks like you had a lot of work to do. 

- the end -

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[tastybluesprite]

Accusation

Link Click fic 3!!!! Ahhh I’m obsessed with them. I included Qiao Ling once again because she makes this group.

Warnings: This fic contains tickling so if that’s not your thing keep scrolling ❤️

Summery: Lu Guang accuses Cheng Xiaoshi of something. Lu Guang gets a taste of his own medicine. Chaos.

With those two boys around, the shop was in constant chaos. Qiao Ling had just come down the stairs that morning, still rubbing sleep out of her eyes, when she nearly fell over. It was a rushed blur with black hair followed by a blur with white hair.

“QIAO LING SAVE ME!!” Cheng Xiaoshi cried in a high pitched panic. He let out a shriek as Lu Guang nearly caught onto his varsity jacket.

They played cat and mouse around the living room as Lu Guang was hot on the raven heads trails.

Qiao Ling sighed. Although she was annoyed, she couldn’t help the grin on her face. It wasn’t really home unless those two were behaving like cats and dogs. She had to admit it added to the quiet atmosphere of the photo shop.

Soon Cheng Xiaoshi made a break for it up the stairs, and they were soon out of sight. Suddenly the landlady heard a loud thump.

She then grew worried. What was Lu Guang going to do to him? What did Cheng Xiaoshi even do? And what was that thump upstairs?

She suddenly heard an explosion of uncontrolled high pitched cackles.

Qiao Ling then understood immediately what was happening now. She made it up the stairs to see Lu Guang having pinned Cheng Xiaoshi, squeezing and massaging at his hips vigorously.

“Where is my book!!!???” Lu Guang yelled. “IHIHIHI TOHOHLD YOHOHOHU IHIHIHI DOHOHNT KNOHOHOW!!!” Cheng Xiaoshi writhed, pulling uselessly at his wrists.

“BULLSHIT!” And he went for his stomach now, unleashing his most brutal attack yet, making the raven head squeal and his laughter intensify.

Cheng Xiaoshi then noticed Qiao Ling watching from the side. “QIAHAHAO LIHIHING HEHEHEHELP!!!”

She considered this for a moment. If she helped Cheng Xiaoshi, he would be even more in her debt than he already was for her helping him. But if she did help him, Lu Guang might end up going for her next in revenge. But then, Lu Guang wouldn’t possibly attack a women like that, right?

She saw that Cheng Xiaoshi seemed to be really struggling and she started to feel pity for him. She decided she needed the guy alive in order for him to fulfill his debt promise.

From behind, she dug her fingers into Lu Guangs sides and, he bursted into his rare giggles, immediately retracting his hands from Cheng Xiaoshis body reflexively to protect his own. He fell back into Qiao Lings arms as she wiggled her fingers.

In that moment of weakness Cheng Xiaoshi managed to slip free under him and sat on his legs to further pin him down.

“Thanks landlady,” he grinned, “now this can be a little more fair.”

“Ihihidiohohot hohohow ihihihis thihihis fahahair?!” Lu Guang protested, trying to squirm away from Qiao Lings hands.

“Because you know I’m more ticklish than you and that I don’t stand a chance by myself. I need backup to help me out here if I’m going to take you down!”

Cheng Xiaoshi started digging into his hips. “How’d you like that huh? Not so fun when you’re the victim!”

Lu Guang bucked his hips and began laughing hysterically. “NOHOHO PLEHEHEAHSE!!!”

“Aww what’s wrong Lu Guang? Can’t take what you dish out?” Cheng Xiaoshi teased.

“IHIHIHI JUHUHUST WAHAHANT MY BOHOHOHOOK BAHAHAHAHACK!!!”

“And I told you I don’t have it!” Cheng Xiaoshi insisted once more.

“Wait you mean that book? The one I saw next to the coffee table?” Qiao Ling interjected, stopping her fingers.

Cheng Xiaoshi stopped tickling also and looked down at Lu Guang.

Lu Guang looked sheepish now. He had jumped to conclusions.

“Lu Guang…”

“Um.. sorry about that.”

Uh oh… this could get pretty ugly.

“I think this calls for some serious pay back, don’t you think Qiao Ling?”

“W-wait…”

“Yeah you’re right Cheng Xiaoshi.” Qiao Ling grinned, now seriously getting caught up in the playfulness of the situation. She took his arms and grabbed them, holding his wrists above his head

Cheng Xiaoshi then began attacking his worst spot, digging into his top most ribs.

Lu Guang felt as if electricity was being spread all over his body. He convulsed at the intense sensations.

“WAHAHAHAHAIT NOHOHOHO!!!” He threw his head back and became lost in hysterical cackles. He struggled at first but soon became weak and just lay there to take it.

“PLEHEHEHEASE IHIHIM SOHOHOHORRY!!!” He attempted to push his arms away but it was really no use. Cheng Xiaoshi had him good. He also occasionally went under his shirt to get his belly as well. It didn’t help that Qiao Ling was tickling his neck, which made him uncharacteristically squeal and try bringing his shoulders up to attempt to trap her fingers.

Soon his laughter went almost silent and the two noticed he was starting to have a lot of trouble breathing.

They both let him go and he could do nothing but curl in on himself and try to catch his breath.

“Ihihi hahahate yohohu guhuhuys…” He managed through his excess giggles.

“Awe but you love us!” Cheng Xiaoshi teased, poking the white haired boys red flushed cheek.

He was a lot more careful of accusing others from then on.

#sprite🥤 #tickling #tickle fic #link click #donghua #cheng xiaoshi #lu guang #qiao ling #shiguang daili ren #ticklish!cheng xiaoshi #lee!cheng xiaoshi #lee!lu guang #ticklish!lu guang #ler!cheng xiaoshi #ler!lu guang #ler!qiao ling #sfw tickling community #sfw tickle fic #sfw tickling #tickle fluff

[ashes-writing]

stranger things  ● the new girl pt 6  ● g.emerson

warnings

angst / friends to lovers / idiots in love, bullying ( it's gross and I do not support it btw) and confrontations also high school drama and some mean girl shit here, mentions of alcohol/w**d and smoking, eventual filth, jealousy (a former friend of reader), rumors..

<- you/reader are the new girl in hawkins. you/reader are female and have female parts + a certain vibe (rich girl / 80's grunge rocker groupie ) as well as nicknames and a petname. this is a self indulgent baby. let me live lmaooo.

word count

3211 exactly. For missing context, see ( part 5 ). All previous parts are linked on their posts going backwards.

summary

-- you're the new girl in Hawkins. gareth is the boy who has caught your eye. but there are obstacles. can they be overcome?

(( ope. we have a cliffhanger maybe. ))

taglist + shoutouts

-- taglist is here if you'd like to be added, please click the bolded. or tell me, i'll add you. if you're on my tags for Eddie/Steve or others, please disregard this lmk if you want me to not tag you in Gareth fics.

@tbmunson bestie.. babes.. babe.. hear me out.. neither of us were expecting this chapter to go down but.. drama? and gareth. I love you omg, you're my inspiration.

@nana90azevedo I'm so glad you liked this. I love his character, tbh. Thank you so much!

@littlestarfighter03

@allelitesmut

@chaoticcancer

@dylanwritesgood

@just-a-blue-nerd

@music4life42

@slyisbehindyou

other links

masterlist  ● gareth's masterlist  ● about + rules

“ I saw him going into her house late Friday night. And then they left together Saturday morning. Pretty sure she fucked him because she’s been all about him since she started school here.”

Andy’s watching you and Gareth play fight over something across the parking lot. Gareth has you over his shoulder and he’s spinning you. You’re laughing and it’s loud. And when Molly says it, everything comes to a grinding halt. He turns to look at her. “You think they fucked?”

“Pretty sure of it, actually… I thought you’d.. Wanna know.” Molly’s shuffling her feet. Doing her best to look appealing to the stocky jock. Mirroring the way she’s seen you act around Gareth recently. Because she feels like if it worked for you… Maybe it’ll finally work for her. Maybe Andy will finally see her, standing in front of him. Hoping, praying and dying for a chance to be his girl.

“That all? You can go now, Moo.” Andy gives her an annoyed look and waves his hand away from him dismissively. “Go on. Go back to your little losers club.. Oh wait..” he feigns just a seconds worth of a sympathetic cringe, “They turned on you.”

“She caused it. I.. Andy, please?” she’s giving him a begging look and it’s one he finds pathetic. He chuckles. “You really want me, huh?”

“Yes.”

Andy steps closer. Staring down at the shorter girl. “I wouldn’t be with you if you were the last girl on Earth and I didn’t have a choice. You’re gross. Get lost.”

Molly’s shoulder slumps and the tears are stinging in her eyes. And as she rushes away somewhere, probably to cry, Andy turns his attention to you again. “She’d sleep with that, hm? She won’t want him anymore if I show her what a little bitch he is.”

Meanwhile, you’re trying to keep your bag of Doritos away from Gareth. And it was working, but then out of nowhere, he hauls you over his shoulder, in a show of strength that surprises you and turns you on, leaving you wet in seconds. Your breath hangs in your throat and Doritos fly from the open bag, scattering on the gravel. “You made me spill ‘em, Gareth.” you’re pouting as you try to look over his shoulder at him. Gareth is chuckling quietly. Face all red because he normally isn’t like this. But spending the weekend with you established these little… habits. And he knows that it’s Monday, that you’re at school now and maybe you don’t want him to keep at it with the playful way he started treating you, but he just can’t stop himself.

His fingers squeeze at your thighs and he bites back a groan. “You’re the one not sharin ‘em, bunny. You know I like Doritos. C’mon, just give me a few..”

“Fiiiiiine.” the word leaves your mouth in a whimper instead of normally and you want to melt right into the ground when it does. You slide down his body and hold out the bag to him, pretending to pout. “You know you probably left a handprint on my ass.”

Gareth nearly chokes on the chips he’s just reached into the bag to take because out of context.. His face burns even hotter. You step up into him and before you even stop to think that this is school and he might not want you doing it, you slip your arms into the warmth of the jacket he’s wearing over his plaid vest and Hellfire tshirt and you rest your forehead against his collarbone. Gareth’s breath hangs in his throat. And it’s about this time that Eddie, Jeff and Ethan finally see fit to arrive at school.

“It’s so chilly.” you pout up at Gareth when you’re finally not blushing too hard to look him in the eyes. “I didn’t wanna come today, y’know. We could’ve just blown it off and gone to my house.”

“Bunny, you gotta come. It’s school.”

“Unfortunately.” you’re still pouting and Gareth laughs, shaking his head. Eddie meets his gaze over your bent head and he’s rubbing his chin, amusement playing at doe eyes. “You two are cozy.”

“He’s warm. I’m not lettin go.” you answer without glancing back, your voice muffled by the front of Gareth’s plaid vest. Eddie snickers quietly. Looks at Gareth and mouths the question, “Are you really sure you want to die on the hill that she doesn’t like you, Emerson?” as he nods to you and the way you have your face resting against the side of his neck. Gareth gives Eddie a warning look and slips a handful of chips out of your bag, munching on them.

Jeff’s trying so hard to resist the urge to double over laughing because he has… Never seen Gareth this flustered. Nor has he ever seen Gareth attempt flirting in any way,shape or form except the rare stolen glance at his various hallway crushes over the years past. He clears his throat. “Are we interrupting something, man?”

Gareth flips Jeff off, gives him a warning look because he doesn’t want any of this to come to an abrupt end. You grumble about him constantly moving just when you get comfortable again and he laughs. “I told you to go to sleep before midnight.”

“You did.” you pout a little. “But I didn’t wanna.”

Gareth laughs, shaking his head. “Dunno what I’m gonna do with you, bunny.”

You shrug. You almost let it slip that you can think of more than a few things he could do with you but you manage to keep the thought safely in your head.

“What the fuck is he doing, staring over here?” you’ve lifted your head and caught Andy staring at the way you’re melted into Gareth to stay warm in the early morning chill. You scowl, stick out your tongue and raise your middle finger. “Take a picture, dipshit. It’ll last longer.”

But then you realize that it’s not just Andy staring. Because now Molly’s new little friends are all looking right at the two of you. And she gives you this hurt and angry look and you roll your eyes.

–

“She’s a slut, I’m telling you. When she’s done with Gareth, she’ll sleep with your boyfriends too. That’s totally why she moved here in the first place. I mean, she said it was just because she had to, but it was because everyone at her old school hated her.” Molly’s telling Anna, one of the popular girls who’s actually nice to her on occasion.

And it’s not true and Molly knows what she’s saying isn’t true.. But she doesn’t care. She’s just that jealous. That tired of everybody else getting everything she wants. Tired of being a target for endless teasing, everything from her weight to her sister dropping out at 16 because she got pregnant. 

“Did she say she wanted to sleep with Chance?”

“She’s not gonna announce it, Anna, be smart.” Molly rolls her eyes. “She’ll just do it.”

Anna’s watching the two of you across the parking lot and she wrinkles her nose in disgust. “It’s just.. That’s gross? Who the fuck sleeps with Gareth Emerson, ew?”

“Poor guy is going to be crushed when she gets tired of him and leaves him. How do we know that she didn’t hook up with Andy when she first moved here, get tired of him and now she’s so mean to him..” Molly knows what she’s doing could backfire on her in a big way, but she’s got the attention of two of the three most popular girls in school.

Chrissy rolls her eyes. “How do we know it’s not just Andy being gross though? Because he is and we all know it.” and her gaze lingers on Molly thoughtfully. She’s sort of sensing what Molly is up to, after all, Molly’s exactly the kind of girl who will do anything to get what she wants. Including make up a lie.

,, she did this once already when we were kids.” the thought comes and as Molly’s saying more and more, Chrissy speaks up. “Why do any of us care about any of this again? I mean… if Chance sleeps with her, that’s on him.”

“But I don’t want him to sleep with her before I give it up.”

“If you were going to lose him, Anna..” and Chrissy is not getting a good feeling at all. Because Anna’s the one who always overreacts when she panics and Molly’s using it to her advantage, if she wasn’t sure about it ten minutes ago when Molly started telling them all this for no reason and with little to no context behind it, she’s sure about that now because of the warning glare Molly gives her when she speaks up and attempts to assert a little reason and common sense into the situation.

“I don’t wanna risk it. I’m gonna talk to her.”

Anna starts to walk towards where you stand with Gareth and his friends, as well as the three girls you’re always with.

“___, I need to talk to you.”

You raise a brow but you step away from Gareth, following Anna over to the picnic tables.

“Molly told me about you. If you think I’m gonna let a little  slut like you sleep with my boyfriend… My ticket out of Hawkins at the end of the year.. You’re wrong and stupid.” Anna’s words have you laughing. Until you happen to see that she’s dead serious and then you look over at where Molly’s standing and your stomach sinks.

You know what she’s up to.

You rub the bridge of your nose. “What’d she tell you, Anna?”

Anna tells you exactly what Molly said and your fist clenches. “The hell is her problem?” you shake your head. “I don’t want Chance. Or any of those idiots, okay? Molly told you that to start something. Because she’s pissed. Andy won’t give her a backwards glance unless he’s being insulting or a total dick.”

“So you didn’t sleep with Andy?”

You nearly choke. “Huh?”

“She said that she thinks you slept with Andy when you first moved to Hawkins. But then you got bored and now you’re being mean.”

“Absolutely not. I’d light myself on fire if I had to choose between Andy and death.” you shake your head. Your stomach is churning and with a threat of a repeat of your old school and the bullshit you went through there hanging over your head, you shake your head and laugh bitterly. “I should’ve known not to say anything about the damn rumors.”

“Just leave Chance alone.” “I don’t fucking want him. Are you fucking blind? Do you not see me attempting to be with somebody?”

Anna gapes at you. “You.. you actually want that freak?”

“He’s not a freak. And yes. Yes I do.” you admit, going quiet. “I want him. Like.. I think I might be in love with him.” and you’re feeling worse now because you just have a feeling.. Everything is gonna end up like it was at your old school. And by the time the rumor mill puts in it’s days work, Gareth’s not even going to be able to look at you without being totally disgusted, assuming every wild and crazy thing that gets said is true.

Because that’s how it always goes.

What you don’t realize is that Anna’s not the only one who heard your little confession.. Or any of the other things Anna asked you about. Or your answers.

–

Gareth is frozen, rooted in place. And he’s listening intently, getting angrier and angrier on your behalf with everything Anna seems to be accusing you of. But when she asks you if you really want him, he’s tempted to walk away. Because he feels like he’s better off not knowing the answer, he doesn’t want to hear you laugh.

But he can’t walk away.

When he hears you answer her question, it’s like everything going on around him disappears. His brain is frantically trying to process what he’s just heard you say out of your own mouth. And even hearing you say it doesn’t stop those pesky pessimistic little voices from taunting him that you have to be lying, maybe you don’t want to tell the truth because there’s the risk that he’ll find out.

This could be a long con, after all.

And he could’ve gone on believing it until you tell Anna totally unprompted that you think you might love him.

“Fuck.” the word slips out quietly and his hand settles against thick curls as he takes a very shaky next breath. Anna’s walking away now and you slip off the top of the picnic table, glaring at where Molly stands in anger.

Your fist clenches and unclenches.

Gareth is still making an attempt to process what he’s just heard you say so when you rush past him heading straight for Molly’s direction, he doesn’t try to stop you.

“Oh shit.”

“Okay, I think we need to get over there.”

“Or.. hear me out.. We could let ____ kick Molly’s ass. We could let her learn a lesson this once.”

“What lesson, Adi? That she can’t be an ugly person on the inside and the outside? She needs to pick a battle?” Edith asks.

“Edie, that was mean. And she’s not ugly, no one is. She just has a really nasty attitude.” Maria and Adeline say it in unison.

“She’s a bitch. Remember when she pulled this shit in second grade and got Chrissy in trouble? Because Chrissy was nice enough to invite her to her birthday party but then every time she tried to include her, Molly was just mean about it? Yeah, she deserves every single second of this.” Edith points out calmly.

Molly turns around and spots you, smirking. “Speak of the devil.”

You shove her back as soon as you’re within reach. “Go on, Molly. Tell everybody all at once. Right now. Let’s get this over with. Let’s settle your problem.” you’re shoving her again because you’re furious… and hurt. Because you told them about the rumors in the first place because you thought you finally had friends you could trust.

“I didn’t do anything!”

“Lying bitch.” you’re going for your earrings. “Come on, Molly. Tell everybody else what you told Anna. Like you think it’ll fucking bother me.”

“Ladies! In my office, Right now.” Principal Coleman calls out as soon as he spots the brewing confrontation. Molly shoves you back and she’s glaring at you. “I hate you.”

“You’re a bitch.” you shove her back. She raises her hand to slap you and you catch her wrist in your hand. 

“Now, ladies.” Principal Coleman’s patience is wearing thin, you can hear it in the man’s voice. You turn and walk away, shoving through everyone to walk into the building. And you’re at least eighty five percent sure that the second you’re done in his office, you’re going home.

Because you’re not going to sit around and let it happen again. And you’re really not interested in spending an entire day fighting, either.

–

“Gareth? You okay, dude? What the fuck happened?”

Gareth rubs his hand over his face. “Shit.”

“What?”

“We need context, man.” Jeff speaks up.

“She..I.. There’s no way. She told Anna she thinks she loves me. I need a fucking minute, guys..” Gareth finally grumbles.

You shove past everyone and disappear into the building and Gareth takes off after you because now that it’s all sinking in for him, he’s well aware that you’re probably already assuming the absolute worst outcome. Because you’re similar to him when it comes to that.

–

Class has already started by the time Principal Coleman finally gets to the bottom of what happened outside. And you’re just glad the hallways are empty and you don’t have to look anybody in the eye. You can just slip out quietly.

And you do. Fuming and wiping away tears as you make your way back to your parents house. Because you’re angry and hurt, all in one.

The thing that bothers you the most in all this is that you were finally starting to feel happy. You were working up the nerve to write Gareth a letter and slip it in his locker. You were this close to having friends..

“And now I know why I don’t trust anybody. It’s my own fault, I never should’ve told them anything in the first place.” you shake your head as you step into your parents house and  toss your backpack at the floor, bending down to toe off your shoes.

–

Gareth hasn’t been able to stop thinking about what he overheard you tell Anna that morning for the whole day. And lunch rolls around. He’s waiting outside the classroom for you to come out because he’s slowly working up the nerve to bring it up. To tell you he heard what you said. To tell you he feels the same.

The door opens and Edith walks past. When she spots him leaned against the wall and waiting like usual, she doubles back. “Do you know where ___ went? I haven’t seen her since this morning..”

“Wait.. she wasn’t in class? Shit.” Gareth rubs his hand over his face and takes a deep breath or two. “She probably left.”

“Why? Molly’s a lying bitch and everybody knows it now because me and that cheerleader, Chrissy? Yeah, her.. We told everybody the whole story in homeroom. Because Molly needs to learn to keep her fucking mouth shut. The girls got so mean she left crying, dude..”

Gareth grimaces. “Yeah, but so did ___.”

Edith rubs her face. “Probably because she thinks we’re all gonna believe the bullshit, man. Because she pretends she’s tough and everything, she really isn’t.” 

“I know.” Gareth answers, dragging a hand over the back of his head. “I’m going over there.”

“After school. Give her time to calm down a little.” Edith gives him a grateful look. “I’m gonna get Adeline and Maria, we’ll go call from the payphone. Because if she thinks for one second she’s going to ditch us to deal with the assholes in this place, she’s wrong. I’m going to give her a piece of my mind.”

Gareth laughs. “Yeah.. do that.”

“Hurt her, Emerson, I’m breaking your knee caps.” Edith calls out to him before walking away, rushing down the hall to catch up to Maria and Adeline, your other friends. 

“Your girl left, man. She slipped out after she left Coleman’s office. I was gonna stop her but she looked pretty pissed.” Eddie speaks up from beside him. Gareth nods. “Don’t blame her.”

“You should probably go.”

“I’m going. I’m going after school though because I think she needs space… And I’m still wrapping my head around.. You know..”

“Don’t be a pussy, Emerson. Go.”

Gareth mulls it over. Eddie speaks up. “I’ll stall the meeting this afternoon,dude.”

“But we literally just told Wheeler and Henderson we weren’t postponing for that Sinclair kid.”

“And we’re not postponing. We’re just starting a little later.” Eddie shrugs. “Go already.”

“I’m going.” Gareth takes off for the doors at the end of the hall that lead out to the parking lot.

#gareth emerson #gareth emerson imagine #gareth emerson fanfiction #gareth emerson imagines #gareth the great #gareth emerson x reader #gareth emerson x you #gareth emerson x fem!rich girl reader #gareth emerson x yn #my writing ● gareth emerson #<-warnings | bullying / confrontations and mean girl behavior ● friends to lovers / affectionate and heavy PDA ● see above #<-warning | female reader ( clothes/hair/outfits + personality #<- use of a nickname/petname ie.. bunny #fandom (stranger things) ● season ( 4 - total au ) ● character ( gareth emerson ) #-- listen this chapter came out in a way i was not prepared for. #-- and it's a cliffhanger. because now i need to figure out what i wanna do next.

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The Ghost of a Touch

Chapter 1

Summary: Izuku and Katsuki attend a late night show, a game of dares resulting them into getting closer. They both react very differently to that, which makes both of them feel like they’re being rejected by the person they've been in love with for ages.

Fandom: My Hero Academia / Boku no hero academia

Characters: Bakugou Katsuki, Midoriya Izuku, Bakugou Mitsuki, Bakugou Masaru, Bakusquad

Pairing:  Bakugou Katsuki/Midoriya Izuku

Word Count: 4,000

Rating: General / Teen

AO3-Link

Notes: Takes place after UA / Izuku and Katsuki are hero partners / I apologize in advance for the exploding-heart-comment, i just couldn't resist 🙇🏼‍♀️ / i know it's been over a year since i posted a full fic, i hope you enjoy it!

Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3

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“I hate these”, Katsuki grumbled.

“I know”, Izuku said with a soft smile while tugging on his own collar, “It will be over before you know it”, he tried to soothe Katsuki.

But the blond just sighed, preparing himself to go on stage on some stupid late night show, half the nation would be watching, if not all of it. He knew that all that publicity stuff came along with being a pro hero, even All Might was basically a celebrity, that’s why they’ve had all those interviews to watch and all those action figures and cards to collect when they were little. He knew all of that.

He just hated it, nevertheless.

Katsuki looked over to Izuku when he felt a gentle touch. Katsuki huffed when he saw that Izuku was holding out his fist with a wide grin.

“Nerd”, Katsuki mumbled and gave Izuku a fist bump.

As always, Izuku was trying to comfort him, and Katsuki had grown too much not to admit how glad he was to have Izuku by his side. In general, of course, but especially when it came to these annoying obligations. Katsuki appreciated it even more, knowing how nervous Izuku himself got when it came to these public events.

“Remember”, their PR manager’s voice appeared behind them.

Izuku and Katsuki had hired her when they had decided to become hero partners after they had built their solo careers for a few years.

“No first names or nicknames, just Dynamight and Deku, that’s it. And as little private information as possible, the shippers out there are already going crazy over your chemistry and your respective fangirls and boys on the other hand hate you respectively for that.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes and even Izuku let out a sigh.

There would always be theorizing around pro heroes and their relationships, so the fuck what?! The public should care more about their hero performances than their private lives, for fuck’s sake.

Not that there was anything other than friendship, partnership and rivalry between them that could be revealed.

Which would always sting. Which would always mean the world to Katsuki but would never be enough at the same time.

“Are we clear?”, their PR manager raised her eyebrows expectingly.

“Yeah, whatever”, Katsuki said.

“I’ll try”, Izuku said honestly as they all knew that one or another “Kacchan” would definitely escape his lips, as it always did eventually.

“I mean”, he added in an attempt to defend himself, “Kacchan introduced himself with that nickname to AFO and the world anyways.”

“Oi!”, Katsuki complained, making Izuku chuckle.

Before their PR manager could scold them for not taking this seriously, they heard the host of the show introduce them.

“And I’m very happy and very honored to have two of the most high-ranking pro heroes here tonight, two men, who fought in the war and saved us all, two, who you all know and love – welcome, Hero Deku and Hero Dynamight!”

Izuku and Katsuki shared one last suffering but confident and amused look before walking out.

“And no cussing!”, their PR manager hissed, which made Katsuki click his tongue and Izuku press his lips together, trying not to laugh.

When the lights hit them, Katsuki immediately felt too hot. The applause and the cheers from the audience were way too loud, making his ears ring.

He hated this. He really did.

Trying to push his discomfort away, he trailed behind Izuku, shook the host’s hand, nodded at the audience and sat down.

Izuku on the other hand was beaming at the audience, already chatting with the host about appearance and all that boring shit.

But to be fair, the nerd did look absolutely gorgeous, it was almost unfair. He wore some baggy black pants, a bottom-up shirt and over that a black sweater that shimmered in all kinds of different dark green shades, harmonizing with the nerd’s eyes and hair. Katsuki’s parents designed their public outfits, and they nailed it every damn time.

“So, it has been almost a year since you started as a duo”, the host said, moving on from talking about their looks, “How is it so far?”

“People are even nosier than before”, Katsuki said matter of factly, no real heat but also no real humor in his voice.

In the corner of his eyes, he could see Izuku holding back a grin, while the audience mumbled a little.

“I mean, you two are sure interesting! You went through more events and crises than other heroes face in their entire career!”, the host stated.

What the hell was anyone supposed to answer to such obvious, dumb statements, like-

“Yes, we sure did”, Izuku said, “And we’re very lucky to have come victorious and alive out of those fights.”

Okay, never mind. Izuku knew how to answer to goddamn anything.

Once again, Katsuki was thankful that the greenhead mostly covered the small talk and the polite, kind of nonsense parts of all the interviews. Katsuki was there to deliver his confident, smartass remarks and for putting people into place when they really crossed a line with their nosiness.

“Yeah, with all our limbs and just some lame trauma”, Katsuki added.

And yeah, Katsuki had become kind of an ambassador for mental health struggles amongst pro heroes and even though he never really signed up for this, his heart was in it and he dismantled the great myth of unbothered, never angry, never sad, never in need of a break heroes whenever he could. This shit was the reason All Might got butchered by AFO all those years ago, needing to find an heir and choosing Izuku who worked himself to the bone because of the exact same, stupid narrative.

“Yes, very true, sorry to have brought that up”, the host said, shifting a little uncomfortable in his seat but still maintaining a wide, polite smile.

Hypocrite, Katsuki thought but held back.

He didn’t want to cause a scene, he wanted to get this over with as fast as possible. They would answer some more questions, probably play some weird game and would then walk out of this building, hopefully long before 11 pm.

“So, tell me, when did you come up with the idea of teaming up? Was that something you had already decided as kids? You’ve known each other since kindergarten, right?”

Ah there they were, the private questions.

“Well actually, we’ve known each other even before that, our mothers are friends.”

And count on the nerd to be there to give all the private details.

Katsuki tried not so smirk, already knowing their PR manager was face palming herself right now.

“And we did have a little fantasy hero agency back then, the-“

“Don’t say it!”, Katsuki held up a hand, slightly cringing, earning laughs from the audience.

“Why?”, Izuku also laughed, grinning at him, “Are you embarrassed we named it after you, Kacchan?”

“No, Izuku”, Katsuki emphasized, smirking at Izuku’s realization that he’d already fucked up the name-thing, straight on his first try. Another face palm for their manager. “I just think it’s lame. But not embarrassing”, Katsuki concluded.

“Then say it.”

Asshole. He knew Katsuki would never ignore a challenge, especially not on fucking national television!

“The Bakugou Agency”, he deadpanned.

Izuku snorted besides him, the audience giving him a long “Aww!”.

“Innovative”, the host mocked with a graceful tone.

That’s when Izuku turned to him, a teasing glint in his eyes and when he took a deep breath, Katsuki already knew what would come.

“Forward march and here we-“, Katsuki immediately slammed his hand over Izuku’s goddamn singing mouth, muffling the laughter that burst out of Izuku the next second.

Katsuki wanted to snap at the nerd but instead started laughing too, loud and with shaking shoulders.

The audience joined in, clearly enjoying their interaction.

The host couldn’t hold in his laughter either, asking with a little disbelief: “You had a theme song?”

Izuku dragged Katsuki’s hand from his face. “More like an anthem!”, he answered and immediately cracked up again.

“Shut up”, Katsuki wheezed out, still trembling from his laughter.

His friends would never let go of this information, begging Izuku to fully sing the song.

When the audience, the host and especially Izuku and Katsuki had calmed down again, Katsuki felt like he had just trained his core muscles.

From there on Katsuki played a more active role in the conversation. At least a little. That’s how those interviews always played out. Izuku was just his authentic, dorky self and somehow always managed to get Katsuki out of his shell, which got Katsuki a shit ton of more fans who not only liked him for his quirk, his “punky” attitude, and his looks but also for his personality.

Anyways.

After their about fifteen-minute-long interview in which they talked about missions and their head spaces on the battlefield and keeping in touch with their friends as they were all busy pro heroes, the show had a music act come up on stage to perform their new single.

Izuku was totally fanboying over them, of course, asking them for an autograph during the ad break after their performance. The band gave him one and obviously asked for theirs in return, being totally starstruck.

After the ad break had ended, they were sitting back in their seats, the host welcoming the TV audience back and introducing the game of the evening.

“Because the holidays are coming up, we will be having a charity fund raising. And the fun part is – you can all be a part of it. How, you may ask? Well, you can all submit dares on our social media accounts and we will choose some of them, here live on television, and for every dare our guests hopefully succeed, our show will put funds into the charity project. The money will go to kids in finically challenging situations. So!”, he turned to Izuku and Katsuki.

Katsuki had to restrain himself very hard from snapping at the host. Even Izuku had tensed up next to him and Katsuki was sure their PR manager had started to pray backstage.

They’ve had no idea they would’ve to do dares the audience was suggesting, probably not giving a single damn about their privacy or dignity and on top of that kind of check mating them with the child-charity-thing.

“Are you ready?”, the host asked cheerfully.

Sucker, Katsuki thought, his jaw tight.

“Sure”, Izuku said in an easy tone but people who really knew him could hear the slight annoyed undertone in his voice, “We will try our best.”

“Okay, here we go”, the host pointed to a monitor next to his desk, “The first dare says: Deku-san, I’m a big fan, can you do a handstand for a whole minute?”

“Oh”, Izuku said, clearly surprised by such an innocent request, “Of course. Thank you for supporting me.”

Katsuki relaxed too, giving Izuku an amused look. “No quirks allowed.”

Izuku looked offended while he stood up to walk a few steps away. “I would never cheat.”

He aced the handstand easily, no question and every demand after that was equally harmless.

Katsuki doing a backflip without his quirk, Izuku pouring ten cups of tea with Blackwhip in under half a minute, Katsuki making popcorn with his hands – which had Katsuki finally convinced the crew had made up the dares in advance because why on earth would they have corn lying around. After that Izuku had to eat some spicy chips, his face going fully red. Katsuki laughed at him, stealing some of the snacks and eating them as if it were nothing.

“Before we look at our last dare, let me tell you how wonderful it was to have you here, I hope you will come again!”

Not if I can help it, Katsuki bit back.

“It was our pleasure, thank you for having us”, Izuku answered politely, still having teary eyes form the spicy chips.

“Okay then, let’s look. It says…”

And when the dare came up on the screen Katsuki felt like he got punched in the face.

“Thank you for your hard work, I really love you and wish you all the best. My dare is for you two to kiss”, the host read aloud.

The audience cooed and cheered immediately, excitement washing through the crowd.

“That’s kinda morally corrupt, to be honest”, Izuku cleared his throat, a slight pink shade on his face, but again, it could still be from the spice, “When the child-aid is on the line”, he tried to play it off with a small laugh.

Katsuki swallowed hard, knowing that the longer this would take, the more awkward it would get and the more gossip would arise.

That’s why he just decided to shrug, roll his eyes and say: “Whatever, come here, nerd.”

The audience went crazy, once again cheering.

Izuku looked at him with a mixture of shock and shyness but didn’t protest when Katsuki was leaning towards him, a hand lightly cupping his cheek.

Yeah, Katsuki wanted to get this late night show over with, that was for sure. But who was he kidding?

He just really, really, really wanted to kiss Izuku, who – as he had come to terms with a long time ago – was the love of his life. Even if he could never have him like that.

Izuku’s eyes fluttered shut when Katsuki pressed his lips against his, just for a split second, just for one tiny, short peck on the lips.

~~~

Izuku’s heart felt like it was about to explode.

Did this just really happen?

Katsuki was now leaning away from him, leaving Izuku’s personal space after giving him that chaste kiss, it was barley anything really, but it made Izuku’s head spin nonetheless.

Katsuki had kissed him.

Izuku could feel his mind going into spiraling mode and felt a strong urge to mumble out his thoughts but he caught himself.

Be professional, he told himself, Don’t act out.

With that he refocused on his surroundings, noticing the ongoing cheering from the audience, the host clapping, looking quite surprised and of course, there was Katsuki, beautiful as always. Dressed in all black, a tight turtleneck, long sleeve shirt, hugging his upper body just perfectly and with a challenging smirk directed at the audience – he was just stunning.

When Izuku realized he was staring, he cleared his throat, also putting up a smile.

“You really did it!”, the host exclaimed, widely grinning.

“I mean”, Izuku shrugged, trying to act as if this was just nothing and turned to Katsuki. When their eyes met, Izuku’s stomach made a flip. “We used to kiss all the time when we were little toddlers”, he continued, “Remember?”

Katsuki scoffed. “I don’t and you don’t either, we only know because of all the pictures there are of us.”

“True”, Izuku agreed, smiling, “You also bit me when we were little.”

“That was once”, Katsuki made clear, making the audience snicker.

Izuku frowned right back, shaking his head.

Katsuki frowned. “I only remember the time you dressed up as a strawberry and I bit your cheeks.”

Once again, the audience threw a long, heartfelt “Awww!” at them. Izuku was sure their PR manager was having a crisis back there. They had broken all her rules. Except for the cursing! Katsuki hadn’t said one bad word.

Izuku huffed and said: “Yes, that, and the one time I had all those bug bites and when I complained about how they were the worst, you wanted to proof me wrong, saying there are worse things and you just bit me in the arm.”

Katsuki blinked at him for a second before he barked out a sharp laugh, throwing his head back. The crowd around them joined in.

“Sounds like me”, Katsuki shook his head, still grinning, “What a shi- nuisance of a kid”, he added with a huff.

“Don’t say that!”, Izuku slapped Katsuki on his upper warm. The blond just rolled his eyes and Izuku’s stomach trembled again when he detected fondness on his friend’s face.

Don’t, a familiar voice said inside Izuku’s head, Don’t get your hopes up. He doesn’t want you. Not like that.

It was like the world suddenly lost some of its colors.

Izuku felt like crying. He wanted nothing more to go home and crawl into his bed.

Not letting any of this show, he smiled at the host when he thanked them again, saying their goodbyes and waving at the audience and the people at home in front of their television.

~~~

Katsuki’s phone was blowing up.

He was standing outside the building the show was filmed in, waiting for Izuku who had stayed behind to give out some of their merch to the crew.

The blond let out a deep sigh.

His mood switched every 30 seconds. From excitement to anxiety to regret to confidence and back again to anxiety.

What was the thinking? He just kissed his childhood best friend, his hero partner, practically in front of the whole word.

Their PR manager had glared at them backstage, telling them they would wait what the public reaction would be before deciding if any actions were required.

“Note to self”, she had said while walking away from them, “Telling them a plan is a waste of time.”

“Kacchan didn’t cuss though. At least not really”, Izuku had called out, making Katsuki huff but she had just ignored them.

Now Katsuki was looking at the dark sky, rubbing his eyes. It was only 9:30 pm, thank fuck.

When he looked back at his phone and opened his notifications, he clicked his tongue but couldn’t hold back a scoff.

His friends had renamed their group chat into The Bakugou Agency. He should’ve expected that, as it was called Bakusquad before that, no matter how many times Katsuki had changed the name. Izuku had gifted them with his chatter about their fantasy agency.

When he read all the messages, he rolled his eyes.

[Pinky] O! M! G! Blasty!!! I’d never thought you’d make a move as ballsy as that!!

[Pikachu] I think I fainted for a second, I still can’t believe it (≧∇≦)ﾉ

[Shitty Hair] I’m so proud of you, that was so manly!

[Pikachu] Right?! Now you just have to officially date and we can finally move on from the over-a-decade-long pining over Midoriya Deku Izuku

[Tape] Wait, wait, wait, wait, wait, WAIT!!

[Tape] What happened?!

[Tape] Omg, dude, did you finally ask Midoriya out????

[Tape] Hey! Someone answer me!!

[Pikachu] What the heck, Kacchan, you bit him?! ~_~

[Tape] YO! Guys, I’m on patrol, let me in on the gossip!!

[Tape] And why do we have a new group name?

[Pinky] Blasty kissed Midoriya on national television. You have to watch it when they upload it on their channel, it’s pure gold

[Pinky] I’m still shaking

[Shitty Hair] He barely said any bad words, also a plus, I know that was hard for you, man!

[Shitty Hair] But they totally made up those dares, right?

[Pinky] I mean, they had corn and spicy chips and a set of fancy china with exactly tenpieces, who has that stuff just laying around?

[Pikachu] Definitely sus

[Tape] That late night thing was today?!

[Tape] And Bakugou KISSED MIDORIYA?!!! How?!! You said something about dares?

[Shitty Hair] You have to watch it for yourself, man, I don’t want to spoil anything. It’s too good for that.

[Pinky] Ei is right, you need to see it yourself! Midoriya was adorable as always and totally looked like a snack, I can’t blame you, Baku!

[Pikachu] No one can, really

[Tape] Word

Would u all shut tf up?!

And change the damn group name ffs

[Pinky] Blastyyyyy, how do you feel?!!

[Shitty Hair] How is it going, where’s Mido?

Giving out merch

[Pikachu] Figures

[Pikachu] Take him on a date. Like NOW

I’m turning off my phone

[Tape] No, wait! Let’s brainstorm

Shouldn’t you be concentrating on ur patrol, shithead

[Tape] Nah, I called in for a break

[Pikachu] Ask him out, jokes aside, the time is now!

[Shitty Hair] Agreed

[Pinky] Definitely agreed

[Tape] One thousand percent

Katsuki frowned down on his phone.

Were his idiots right? He already kind of jumped off the cliff, right? But not quite all the way, that shitty dare was still his cover. Which wasn’t a bad thing, in case Izuku wasn’t interested in anything more than their current relationship.

Katsuki felt a sharp pain in his chest at that thought.

Izuku had played it off, not really looking at him while they were wrapping everything up backstage but also hadn’t seemed mad or upset.

Should Katsuki really ask him out? Like, right here, right now?

Shit, he thought, feeling his hands getting sweaty. What a freaking turn of events.

Katsuki raised his eyebrows a little when his phone rang. When he saw who it was, he twisted his mouth and thought about rejecting the call. But in the end pressed Accept and held his phone to his ear.

“Yeah?”

“For god’s sake, Katsuki, can you please ask Izuku out, this is getting ridiculous. You kissed him live on TV but can’t take him out for dinner?”

Katsuki sighed.

No one, really no one, was a bigger Dekudyna- or rather Katsuizu-shipper than his mother.

“That does barley count as a kiss”, he answered, despite himself in a very small voice.

“You two were great on the show”, his father chirped in, “Totally authentic and likeable, great job! And you didn’t curse once, I’m proud of you!”

Katsuki rolled his eyes at everyone feeling like they needed to point this out.

“Masaru”, Mitsuki scolded him, “There are more pressing matters right now!”

“Yeah, I know”, he whispered back, “But you know how he gets when he’s being pushed.”

“I can still hear you, you know.”

Mitsuki clicked her tongue. “Brat”, she said, a weirdly soft tone mixing in with her usual banter, “What are you waiting for, I just don’t get it.”

Katsuki bit down on this lower lip.

“Honey”, Masaru said gently after a moment of silence, “He must still be at the studio, give him some space. We will talk another time, okay, Katsuki?”

“Yeah”, Katsuki answered, sappy warmth spreading in his chest at his mother’s support and his father’s considerate nature, “Thanks, I guess. Bye.”

“Keep us up to date!”, his mother quickly demanded before he hung up.

Katsuki closed his eyes, letting the fresh evening air cool down his flushed cheeks.

Mabe all of them were right? As Kaminari had said, maybe the time was right now.

A strong wave of courage overcame him.

Katsuki opened his eyes and turned around to look at the entrance hall. Still no sign from Izuku.

Was he still busy giving people gifts or did he get caught up in signing all of the stuff too?

Katsuki unlocked his phone, wanting to call Izuku but when he saw a new message, he froze.

[Izuku] Hi Kacchan, sorry, I’m already heading home, I suddenly got a headache. See you tomorrow!

Whatever courage Katsuki had felt mere seconds ago, it was all gone, smashed to pieces.

While he was standing outside the studio, the wind blowing through his hair and cars rushing besides him, the realization hit him.

Izuku had ditched him, pulling some lame excuse like a headache, even going out of his ways to take another exit.

“Shit”, Katsuki hissed, feeling a dangerous pressure behind his eyes.

He had fucked up.

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[karahalloway]

Mardi Gras Mayhem- Chapter 2: Bertrand

Fandom: TRR

Series: Mardi Gras Mayhem (click the link to read each part in order!)

Pairings: None

Summary: The TRR lads celebrate Maxwell's 21st birthday in New Orleans during Mardi Gras. What can possibly go wrong?

Synopsis: Bertrand finds himself in deep water (somewhat literally) when he becomes separated from the rest of the group...

Word count: 2,500

Warnings: M (swearing, cringe, various states of undress and nudity)

A/N: This is a part of a collaboration written for @choicesprompts' March prompt.

Bertrand

"...now pay attention, because this next part is important," Bertrand shouted over the deafening music. "Canal Street, which we are currently on, serves as the dividing line between the northern, uptown, and southern, downtown sections of several streets. As a result, streets that transect Canal Street actually have different names depending on—"

A loud oof! suddenlyexploded out of the elder Beaumont as a wayward body careened into him. He faltered, but managed to retain his balance, only have two more people nearly topple him to the curb.

"I beg your— Oh, good Lord!" exclaimed Bertrand as whatever remonstration he was going to deliver died on his lips at the sight of the steady stream of bare breasts bouncing past his line of vision.

"Whoo! Mardi Gras!"

"Carnival is the best!"

"Livin' la vida loca!"

Bertrand's eyes widened as he took in the Bacchic revelry. "What the devil...?"

"Come join the party, handsome!"

A well-endowed lady lassoed him with her feather boa.

"Ah... A-Absolutely not!" Bertrand managed to choke out.

"Ooh, tough customer..." purred the woman as she started to slowly reel him in. "What about some beads? Got any of those?"

"You cannot seriously think that I would condone such vulgar behaviour, let alone reward it with cheap, plastic trinkets!"

"Hmm... you're right," mused the buxom woman, gyrating her hips to the beat of the marching drums. "Trinkets are cheap... But I'm open to other arrangements..."

"What! No! That is not what I—"

He cast his gaze around the crowd wildly, looking for assistance. But all he saw — and heard — were half-naked women laughing and shrieking.

But then, a gap in the crush opened up — as if Moses himself had parted the sea of tumultuous humanity — and Bertrand laid eyes on a sight that instantly lifted his spirit.

Mr Walker!

Drake had somehow managed to extricate himself from the press and had taken shelter in the relative safety of a shop awning.

As if by fate the younger man glanced his way.

The two sets of brown eyes locked.

Bertrand's heart swelled with relief.

At last! Hope of salva—

Drake was gone.

The elder Beaumont blinked.

Had it been a mere trick of the fading light? A hopeful mirage conjured up by his brain in a moment of sheer terror and helpl—?

He spotted the back of the well-built young man just as it disappeared down an alleyway.

Bertrand was speechless.

Did... Did Mr Walker just... abandon him? Surely not! That would have been most uncouth! Maybe he just—

"Now about that exchange of goods for services..." slurred the woman into his ear.

Bertrand realised that his number was up. It was now or never — all down to him. It was too late to wait for the cavalry.

"Take the beads!" cried Bertrand, ducking out from between the constraints of the boa to scoop some multicoloured bead up from the ground and toss it at the buxom woman.

"Hey! What the—?"

"Beads!"

Half a dozen hands snapped eagerly upwards to try and claim the airborne trinkets.

Bertrand used the crowd's momentary distraction to quickly drop down to the asphalt and scurry away on his hands and knees, trying to avoid the detritus that the parade had left in its wake.

Christ alive! The indignities a Duke was forced to subject himself to! This was exactly why—

"Damnation!" he exclaimed, as in his effort to dodge a pair of steel-toed crocodile leather boots, he inadvertently scuttled into something warm and wet.

Lifting his hand sourly out of the questionable looking puddle, he tried to shake off the offending droplets that clung stickily to his skin...

"Argh!"

...only to have his other hand stomped on by a size 12 sandal.

Snatching his injured hand to his chest, he barely had time to assess the damage before he found himself barrelled over by a swarthy — and very hairy! — man wearing nothing but a cape and some rather ill-fitting faux-leather Speedo's.

"Beads for Sparta!" he hollered at the top of his lungs, brandishing his plastic toy sword in the air as he stampeded through the crowd like a raging bull.

"Ha-ROO!"

"Ow..." moaned Bertrand from the ground as a phalanx of the man's compatriots — all in similar states of (un)dress — hurried past, only narrowly missing the prone form of the hapless Cordonian.

This had most definitely been a bad idea...

Once the last of the barbarians had stomped past, Bertrand gingerly pushed himself up to a seated position, noting with distaste that both his green suede dinner jacket and slim-fit purple tuxedo trousers were now damp and soiled. And his top hat had been knocked from his head.

He heaved a dejected breath.

So much for a dignified soirée in the French Quarter...

When Maxwell had declared that he wanted to celebrate his 21st birthday party in New Orleans, Bertrand had actually been impressed. The city was one of the oldest in North America, a unique melting pot of Spanish, French and Creole influences that could be readily observed and appreciated through the food, dialect and architecture.

All in all, a much more cultured destination than, for instance, the drug- and alcohol-fuelled madness of Ibiza...

So, thinking that Maxwell was actually making a grown-up choice for once, Bertrand had set about planning the details of the trip with all the fervour of a born and bred Beaumont — the trans-Atlantic first-class flight, the upscale hotel, the guided walking tour, the historic paddle steamer cruise down the Mississippi River...

But all that had gone to pot when, upon their arrival, Maxwell had declared that the real reason he'd picked the Big Easy was not because of its sophisticated cultural offerings, but because he wanted to experience Mardi Gras — the annual two-week extravaganza that saw participants don ridiculous costumes to run amok around town like a pack of degenerates.

And — to make matters worse — his brother had insisted that everyone dress up in a frankly offensive mismatch of clothes and gaudy accessories to join in the festivities.

Bertrand shook his head.

Who in their right mind would even think to combine royal purple with canary yellow and shamrock green! Certainly not anyone with any semblance of taste...

Not that it really mattered now...

The smell that was emanating from the puddle he was sat in was a hundred times worse than the sickening clash of colours he was wearing.

The only silver lining to his otherwise sorry state of affairs was that while he'd been marinating in the sluice of the sidewalk, the crowd seemed to have moved on, and now there was just the odd straggler ambling down the rubbish-strewn thoroughfare.

He had managed to survive... Just.

Pulling himself to his feet, Bertrand located his wayward head piece — now very much battered and squished — a few yards away, and hobbled over to retrieve it.

Picking the felt chapeau up, he tried to dust it off as best he could, before resignedly plopping its misshapen form back onto his head.

"Right," he declared aloud, to no one in particular, "now where the bloody hell did everybody go?"

But the only answer he got was the fading sound of the drums and trumpets as the parade moved along it's designated route through the city.

Hoping that the rest of the group hadn't wandered far, he reached into his jacket pocket in order to find out where everyone had disappeared off to...

...but all of the baker's dozen calls he placed to the various disparate members of the group went straight to voicemail.

"Bugger..."

Pocketing the phone, Bertrand pulled out his trusty pocket-watch. Flipping it open, he was thankful to find that it had managed to survive the rampage and was still ticking merrily away.

17:46.

That meant he had a couple of hours to (a) try and figure out how to get himself cleaned up so he didn't smell like a pile of fermented manure, and (b) locate the Golden Lantern establishment that had been chosen by Maxwell as the evening's rendezvous point.

But where to start?

Most reputable business had closed up shop prior to the start of the parades. And no self-respecting proprietor was going to welcome him onto the premises looking — and smelling — like he did currently.

So, there was only one option — find a disreputable establishment that he could skulk into unnoticed and rough himself back into some semblance of shape before — hopefully! — meeting back up with everyone at the Golden Lantern for Maxwell's birthday piss-up.

Simples.

Feeling a measure of confidence return to his veins, Bertrand pulled the slightly soggy fold-up map of New Orleans from his breast pocket and flipped it open. After a quick consultation to check his heading, he folded it back up and set out in a general south-by-southeasterly direction.

And before long, he came across what he was looking for: a grungy-looking brick building with blacked-out windows and heavy, sound-proof doors which were open just a crack to allow the sensual thump of bebop jazz to float out onto the street.

Bertrand curled his lips.

He hated jazz.

Which meant this place was perfect.

Steeling himself, he pulled the door open and plunged into the darkness on the other side.

But as he pushed himself through the bead curtains, he caught sight of something that nearly made him lose his footing.

Up on the crimson-lit stage in front of him stood a woman wearing little more than fishnet tights and a corset, sliding a feather boa over her lady parts in the most suggestive fashion!

"Oh, good Lord...!" breathed Bertrand, feeling his heart stop in his chest.

When he'd set out to find a disreputable establishment, he'd been thinking an old pub or perhaps even a blues bar, a dark corner where gruff males gathered to drown their collective sorrows without consequence or judgement.

He had most certainly not been looking for a... cabaret.

"There you are!" cried a lanky man dressed in nothing but a top hat and sparkly harem pants. "Do you have any idea how late you are!"

"I—"

But before he could formulate a semblance of a response, the man grabbed his jacket and began hauling him towards the stage.

"Tanya...!" hollered his captor, as he shoved the spluttering Beaumont forward, "look who finally decided to grace us with his presence!"

"Sir, you are obviously mis—"

Bertrand stumbled to a stop in front of a statuesque woman bearing a whip and a formidable attitude.

"Is this some kind of joke?" demanded the woman... in a deep baritone that made her sound almost like a man. But Bertrand didn't have the bandwidth to focus on that particular particularity because he was too busy trying to look at anything other than the enormous breasts that were threatening to spill out of the bodice in front of him at any moment.

Bertrand cleared his throat studiously. "My apologies, madame. I—"

"Goddamn right, you better apologise!" snapped the irate dame. "I told you on the phone last night: magician costume. And this is what you come up with? You need to get yo' head checked, sha'!"

Bertrand's eyes bulged. "Magician?!"

"Yeah," affirmed Tanya without an inch of humour. "A wand-wavin', rabbit-from-a-hat-pullin', disappear-in-a-puff-of-smoke mothafucka. Wears a long-ass black jacket and a hat. Like Houdini. Heck, even a ringmaster's suit would'a been better than—"

"First of all, the correct term is a frock coat, not a jacket," interjects Bertrand. "A jacket is characterised by much shorter—"

"You for real right now?" demanded Tanya incredulously. "Get this fool outta my sight! And get him gussied up! We got a show to run!"

"A show?!" spluttered Bertrand as he was hauled away again, this time by a pair of well-muscled men in tight leather bondage gear. "But I am not—!"

But his well-oiled captors paid him no need as they dragged him to the back.

"Yo, Belle!" cried one of them as they neared the changing rooms. "Look what the cat dragged in!"

"A sewer rat, by the smell o' it!" replied a leopard-print leotard wearing female, wrinkling her nose.

"Ha!" came the agreeable response as Bertrand was shoved into the tight space. "Think you can get him cleaned up?"

Belle drew a low breath. "I'll try...! But I ain't making no promises... The hell did you step in, boo? Dog turd?"

"Please!" begged Bertrand, falling to his knees in front of Belle, his hands clutched together beseechingly. "You have to help me! There has been a terrible—"

"Oh, I'm gonna help you, alright," affirmed Belle dryly before turning to holler at the rest of the troupe. "Yo! Jo! Sandy! Grab the baby wipes and the Maybelline – we got some work to do!"

Before Bertrand could protest further, a pair of strong hands grabbed the collar of his soiled jacket and ripped it from his shoulders. His stained We Don't Hide the Crazy — We Parade It Down the Street! t-shirt was next, followed by his Oxfords and pants.

"No! Don't take my—!"

His silk briefs were yanked from his body.

Bertrand tried desperately to cover his sudden, shocking nakedness with his hands.

"Christ, these stink!" gaged one of the girls, holding Bertrand's clothes out like they were radioactive.

"Don't you dare!" shouted Bertrand, sacrificing what was left of his modesty to snatch the garments back before they could be thrown away. "My brother put this hideous ensemble together for me!"

"Did he spray you with cat piss as well?"

"Of course not!" objected Bertrand, using the foul smelling accoutrements to cover his Johnson. "I... I fell into a puddle on Canal Street... and lost my brother and the rest of our party in the process."

"Must've been a helluva deep puddle!"

"It— Nevermind," grumbled Bertrand as sniggers rose up around the room. "The point is, I am in this fetid city attempting to celebrate my brother's 21st birthday, and I need t—"

"Hold up!" declared Belle. "So, you sayin' that you not that famous Genoese illusionist that Tanya hired?"

"No!" Bertrand cried emphatically. "That is what I have been trying to explain this entire time! I am from Cordonia!"

"But can you do magic...?" asked someone hopefully.

"No!" he shouted exasperatedly. "And the fact that you even thought that I was from Genoa is frankly offensive... The accents are nothing alike."

"Coulda fooled me, suga," winked Jo saucily, smacking Bertrand on the rear, making him jump. "But then all them Euro accents sound oh, so sexy an' sophisticated..."

"Mmm..." agreed Sandy, eyeing Bertrand's nude form. "Especially when they're attached to tall, dark an' handsome gentlemen..."

Bertrand took an involuntary step back. "So... um... as you can imagine... my brother is probably worried sick about me, and I—"

Belle folded her arms with a sigh. "Tanya's gonna blow a gasket... But, that's not this fool's fault. So, let's get him gone before she shows up..."

Bertrand felt his shoulders sag in relief. "Thank you! You cannot imagine how grateful—"

"...but in some clean clothes," added Belle. "Can't have you showin' up to your brotha's fete in those threads. You'll stink out the whole neighbourhood!"

"Oh, that's alright," demurred Bertrand. "You really don't—"

But his protests were soundly ignored, and fifteen minutes later, he found himself standing back in the alley wearing a gold lamé Elvis suit... sans shirt, his original attire in a large zip-lock bag in his hand.

Bertrand pulled a face.

He looked even more ridiculous than he had at the start of the night!

At least the ladies had been kind enough to return his effects.

Even if they had managed to strip him of what was left of his dignity...

...and all the cash from his wallet.

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