#I loved all the stages so freaking much I’m looking so forward to the rest of the show I can’t wait to see what all the boys do next!!

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hiiii ^^ i have been reading your works and i really love them so much!! especially the enha reactions ones <3

i was wondering if you could do an idol!reader & enha reaction to their idol!s/o crying/comes crying because they made a small mistake while performing? and like they reassure the reader and stuff hehe thank youuuu~ looking forward to more of your works, hope you have a nice day today!! ^^

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aww thank you so much!!🥹🥹 i got pretty much all my followers bc of my enha reactions and honestly i missed it a lot😭 thank you so much for requesting!! i love the idea so much!! hope i stood up your hopes!<3 ( just finished writing it all and idk i dont really like it— let me know what you think about this one!! )

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. . ҂ Enhypen reaction to their idol s/o crying after making a small mistake while preforming ! . . ҂

. . ҂ Genre: fluff … ot7 idol!Enhypen X idol!Reader . . ҂

— Heeseung ♡

While preforming one of your songs, you accidentally bumped into one of your members and lost control for a second, you instantly fixed your dance moves and continued dancing, looking around nervously to see any reaction from your fans who were watching you.

Heeseung was backstage, waiting for you to finish and to support you, he saw your little mistake and giggled, thinking your one little mistake was the cutest thing he ever saw.

As you got off stage, breathing heavily as you felt out of breath from the physical workout, you felt your tears about to burst. Once you got in your backroom and saw Heeseung there, smiling with his shiny teeth and arms opened, you hugged him tightly while the tears finally streamed your face.

Heeseung worriedly hugged you back, his smile soon turned into a worried expression, “I made a mistake, everyone is going to hate me for that” You cried out. Heeseung weakly smiled and pat your head, “That one slip you call a ‘mistake’ was the cutest thing i’ve ever saw, and if anyone is going to hate you for that, i’m going to hate them back. You did your best, and i’m proud of you for that, you were so professional i could barely even spot the mistake” He gave you a peck on your forehead and kept hugging you.

— Jay ♡

Your earpiece stopped working at the middle of the performance and you lost the tempo, you were a little behind the others and freaked out for a second. You quickly removed one of your earpieces and fixed your moves.

The rest of the performance went well as the earpieces suddenly started to work again, you felt much confidence and less stressed although you could already feel the tears threatening to come out.

Jay was watching you from the side, from time to time you were looking at him smiling at you and clapping his hands loudly, however, after the quick accident you didn’t even dare to look at him back and it made him confused.

When you got off the stage, he tried to approach you but you were too busy with your accident that you forgot he got there to cheer you up. He caught your hand as you kept roaming around your room and quickly pushed you to a room for you two.

When he saw that a tear or two already fell from your eyes, he was quick to wipe them off with his thumb and made you look at him, deeply in his eyes. You told him right after what happened and he smiled at you. “If it’s because that stupid little accident, it’s not your fault, it’s really not. There are some things that are controllable and the earpiece is not one of them, you should let yourself relax and don’t blame yourself for that” He pecked your lips and hugged you tightly, whispering comforting things to make you more relaxed.

— Jake ♡

A week before the performance you got sick, not being able to practice on the dance and performance. You members suggested you skip the performance to have some more time to practice the dance but you kept pushing it and rejected the suggestions.

While performing, you happened to forget the few next steps, you freaked out a bit, roaming your eyes around the stage to follow your members’ moves, a few seconds later and you managed to remember the rest of the steps.

Jake, who was in the crowd, gasped worriedly when he saw your hesitation and realization, as soon as he saw your little mistake he knew you would probably blame yourself hardly for that. He ran backstage as you finished the performance and already saw you with tears.

The first instinct of his was to hug you tightly and take you to a room without anyone, and that’s what he did. After settling down on one of the sofas, he held your hands and looked at your sore eyes, “You did well, i always get so amazed when i see you performing” He pecked your forehead and smiled, “Aren’t you disappointed? I ruined the performance, it was too ugly to watch” You rolled your eyes, annoyed by your mistake.

“Ruined? Disappointed? I would never be disappointed in you,” He chuckled, “Why would I? This performance was the best one i’ve ever saw and whatever happened there was nothing, you were sick, you couldn’t practice enough and you managed to pull through it, i’m proud of you for that” He once again hugged you tighter than before until the tears stopped falling.

— Sunghoon ♡

The performance day happened on a rainy weather, the rain just stopped falling but you were forced to get on stage on perform. The stage was slippery, the staffs didn’t bother to clean it as much and you were left on a risk-to-fall stage.

You talked it out with your stylist who gave you high heels for the stage and told them about your concern, Sunghoon was also there to explain the stylists why its wrong and even managed to argue with your manager about going up stage. No matter how hard you tried, “The show must go on” They said, and so you did end up on the stage.

You and your members tried your best to perform and not slip off from the stage and were actually pretty shocked when most of the performance went well, Sunghoon was also backstage watching you nervously from the side, shocked by how focused you were, but couldn’t stop worrying.

You part was coming up and as you got in the center, you slipped off and fell on stage, shocked by the fall, you stayed there for a few seconds, the whole performance until now went well so why did you have to fall now? You blamed yourself hardly for that, but you had to continue the stage.

When you got carefully off the stage, Sunghoon was fast to pick you up and take you to your backroom, he sat you down and instantly checked on you to see if you got hurt. When he looked up at you he saw you were on the verge of tears, he quickly pecked your forehead and stared at you deeply in your eyes, “It’s not your fault, your manager and staffs are at fault, the stage was slippery as hell and you couldn’t do anything about it, stop blaming yourself for everything that happens” Usually, Sunghoon had hard time to notice what you feel, but this time, he figured it without you saying anything.

— Sunoo ♡

Your part in the stage came up and usually, the specific move you have to do is easy for you. It’s something about three spins with your hands up and then you lift your leg high while signing the part, like a ballerina. Today, you had a massive headache and weren’t sure if you could even perform.

Feeling commitment to perform, you took a painkiller to ease the pain, thinking everything would work just fine. But as soon as you got on stage you could feel the headache starting to hit you hard and when the first spin of your part came up, you fell on your knees, not being able to continue the rest of your part for a few seconds.

You got up after shaking your head and fixing your sight and continued to perform with hurting knees and head. Sunoo, who was in his own backroom, getting ready for his performance while watching your stage, gasped worriedly as he saw you falling. He immediately stopped his stylist and went to your backroom, waiting for you to finish.

When you got in after the stage, Sunoo ran up to you and hugged you, hand on your head and the other on your back, tightening his grip on you, “Are you okay?” He released the grip and looked at you, both hands on both sides of your face, he saw a few tears on your cheeks and quickly wiped them.

“I fell down, i ruined the performance, i couldn’t even finish the rest of the stage perfectly” You cried out. Sunoo was fast to wipe your tears once again and held you close to him, “It’s not your fault and nothing is ruined, you had headaches and still managed to perform amazingly, i’m sure the fans are more worried about you, you did an amazing job, i love you, dont blame yourself for that” He weakly smiled to you and again wiped the tears that kept coming out.

— Jungwon ♡

The song you were performing was one of your favorite ones to perform, you feel excited every time you’re performing this song. As your part came up, you accidentally bumped into the camera and caused everyone to stop. Too embarrassed with yourself you covered your face, apologizing over and over.

Jungwon who was watching you from behind, felt scared and nervous, he was worried you might blame yourself and it won’t end up well. You started the performance once again and this time you weren’t as excited as you were at first and Jungwon noticed it right away.

As you got down the stage you skipped Jungwon who was looking worriedly at you. He wanted to approach you but you were fast to disappear from his sight. He asked your members where you headed and they told him you wanted to be alone so you went to one of the rooms.

He knocked on the door to let you know he’s coming in and saw you sitting at the corner, hugging your legs with tears in your eyes. He went up to you and hugged you. “I caused the performance to start all over again, i almost broke the camera!” You cried, Jungwon sighed and pat your head slowly, “And what if you did? It’s not the end of the world, and no one can blame you for that, i almost punched Sunghoon because i was so overly excited when i heard the song” He giggled and caused you to laugh, he wiped your tears and kept hugging you and making you laugh until you felt slightly better.

— Riki ♡

You’re always performing live with your mic on so it was already hard for you in the first place. When your part came up you happened to forget the next lyrics and you just blabbered the rest, feeling too embarrassed to continue, you just smiled it away and let the music play.

When you got off stage you saw Riki laughing, you figured he was laughing because of your mistake but it wasn’t so funny to you. His laughs immediately turned into a worry as he saw the tears in your eyes. “Are you okay?” He put his hand on your shoulder, looking at you deeply in your eyes.

He figured alone that it must be because of your small mistake and smiled, “I thought it was cute, your smile was even cuter, it can happen to anyone you know, at least now people know it’s all live” He pat your head and wiped your few tears that fell, “I’m very proud of you, you know” He smiled and pecked your lips.

#enhypen imagines #enhypen drabbles #enhypen reactions #enhypen x reader #enhypen headcanons #enhypen scenarios #enhypen heeseung #enhypen jay #enhypen jake #enhypen sunghoon #enhypen sunoo #enhypen jungwon #enhypen riki #heeseung imagines #heeseung x you #jay imagines #jay x reader #jake imagines #jake x reader #sunghoon imagines #sunghoon x reader #sunoo imagines #sunoo x reader #jungwon imagines #jungwon x reader #riki imagines #riki x reader

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Joohyung At VMAs

🧷 Joohyung enjoying her time at the VMAs

pink carpet: dress | hair (joohyung dyed it dark brown) | makeup | nails

performance: outfit

꣑୧ Joohyung was pretty nervous before heading to the pink carpet, but taking a shot before going really fixed that

꣑୧ she was a bit confused hearing that they won an award on the carpet and it even showed as they were accepting it. “I’m so surprised! Thank you moas and please look forward to our performance inside.” Joohyung quickly passed the mic back, making Soobin chuckled at her

꣑୧ as they would do little interviews on the carpet the people asking them all the questions would praise Joohyung about her looks making her feel shy and embarrassed. “Woah! Your unreal!”

꣑୧ “The dress, the makeup, and just everything girl!” The members would laugh, but agree with the interviewer.

꣑୧ “I’m so jealous of your significant other.” The girl interviewer teased Joohyung. Joohyung snaked her arm around Beomgyu’s, “he’s my boyfriend.” The interviewer eyes widened, “wait! Really? Oh my god, never mind you guys are perfect together.” Everyone laughed.

꣑୧ Joohyung was getting star struck seeing all the artists she grew up listening to. “I’m so nervous~” she hugged Beomgyu’s arm tighter He wanted to squeeze her seeing her eyes all big watching all the celebrities that are sitting on the other side. “Don’t be.” He pecked her cheek

꣑୧ seeing Olivia Rodrigo performance was definitely one of many highlights of her night plus her getting why the stage was falling apart, since Joohyung is an Olivia fan and listens to her music plus watching the mvs

꣑୧ you know Joohyung doesn’t really like award shows back at home, but American award shows are something else in a good way of course. They’re entertaining and seeing women not scared of showing their bodies and just showing off, Joohyung really enjoyed that and you could tell by the way the camera men zoomed into her smiley face

꣑୧ Joohyung wasn’t really bummed about not winning the kpop award she was just happy being nominated, and she along with the rest show support on skz winning

꣑୧ whenever the camera showed Joohyung’s face the crowd would go wild and it was starting to make Joohyung shy. Many moas after the award show saw that many artists mouthed how pretty and beautiful Joohyung looks (she was freaking out about it on weverse)

꣑୧ moas at the award show was count down and call out for txt which all six heads turn and waved at them sending smiles. It relived them a bit knowing moas are there with them

꣑୧ shakira’s performance was everything to Joohyung she loved ever second of it and moas even caught Joohyung sending hearts to shakira. Surprisingly to many Joohyung grew up to listening to western music along with some Latin music she never really liked Korean music when growing up (ballad music, opera, or even some kpop)

꣑୧ shared small snacks with Taehyun since Joohyung didn’t have a purse of anything she and Taehyun hide little snacks in his pockets. She shared some with Beomgyu and Kai

꣑୧ it was maybe an hour a half into the show, as Joohyung got up to use the restroom and of course she went with one of her female staff members. As Joohyung did want she had to do and got out to wash her hands she felt a presence next to her. She had to do a double take because it was Olivia next to her!

꣑୧ Joohyung wanted to talk to her, but she didn’t know how to start it without it being awkward and weird. “I seen you on the big screen a lot you’re so much prettier in person.” Olivia started the conversation and Joohyung wanted to thank the gods. “Thank you, and I can say the same about you.” Joohyung smiled at her. “I’m a big fan of your music I listened to sour almost everyday when it came out.” Joohyung said, as they both dried their hands. “Oh my gosh! Thank you I appreciate it. Oh! What’s your name before I go.” Olivia asked, as they walked towards the exit door.

꣑୧ “Joohyung, I’m a member of a kpop group called tomorrow x together.” Joohyung shyly introduced herself. “That’s so cool~” Olivia complimented. “Real quick is it ok if we take a picture?” Joohyung couldn’t miss her opportunity. “Of course!” Olivia was sweeter than Joohyung thought, she was so glad about it. The two exchanged numbers and Joohyung honestly doesn’t know how she did it but she DID IT

꣑୧ it was finally time to perform and Joohyung couldn’t wait! She honestly thought she would be more nervous but after seeing all the performances and getting interactions all the nerves went out the window

꣑୧ hearing the cheers and the yells from the audience was everything and more to Joohyung. They all put 1000% into this performance and having Anitta there was just amazing

꣑୧ both Joohyung and Anitta danced in the center with Taehyun and Yeonjun which moas were dying since it was just a sexy moment

꣑୧ also many praise Joohyung for dancing in heels in the performance along with her insane visuals and vocals throughout the song

꣑୧ after the performance everyone was so pumped up after the getting off the stage everyone jumped and cheered

꣑୧ as they cool down back stage Sabrina Carpenter came to say ‘hi’ and it was a quick moment but Joohyung saw how Sabrina ran her hand down Beomgyu’s arm while saying ‘hello’ and getting ready to pose for a picture

꣑୧ Joohyung felt a little jealous even though she didn’t want to be because she couldn’t help that he was handsome and everyone wants him but he is her boyfriend. So made her way in between Beomgyu and Sabrina did a quick pose and turned to Sabrina. “I’m Joohyung and this is Beomgyu mine boyfriend.” Joohyung intertwine their hands together. “Oh my god how cute you two are!” Sabrina even went for a hug.

꣑୧ now Joohyung was feeling foolish for even getting jealous with how sweet Sabrina was being

꣑୧ “aw~ my little noona was getting jealous wasn’t she?” Beomgyu was now lightly gripping her chin and teasing her. “I couldn’t help it.” Joohyung crossed her arm and mumbled. “There’s nothing to worry about noona cause I only want…you.” Beomgyu kissed her more passionately than he should since they’re in public

꣑୧ again the group was announced for another nomination the room filled in cheers it warmed Joohyung’s heart and even though they didn’t win

꣑୧ even though the night was filled with lots of excitement and joy it was finally time to get changed to something more comfortable and eat some good dinner with the birthday boy

#txt 6th member #txt additional member #kpop added member #txt scenarios #kpop additional member #kpop female addition #txt female member #txt female addition #kpop female oc

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MAMA Day 2

So it’s been almost full 24 hours since MAMA Day 2. Where to begin? I’ll start with the good things and finish with the “bad”.

Note: Is anyone else annoyed that they call it MAMA (Mnet Asian Music Awards) Awards? Awards twice? Not only did they call it that, they also wrote it in their banners. 😭

First, it was expected that Day 2 would be more eventful, that’s how it’s always been. As you know Day 1 was spent giving out the Fans Choice Awards, so all other main categories were left for Day 2.

We had legends such as Tiger Jk and Jaurim, who just celebrated their 25th anniversary in August. It made it that much sweeter to see them perform their hit song Twenty Five, Twenty One. The opening performance by 3RACHA (Bang Chan, Han and Changbin from Stray Kids), Tiger Jk and Jung Jae Il is also worth noting. It was a powerful and meaningful message, fitting for a “new beginning” aka post-covid era. A reminder and gratitude towards the music and artists that got us through it. A promise from them to keep doing it for the music.

Overall, all performances were more exciting on Day 2, at least to me. I wouldn’t say there was anything that really surprised me. I’m not gonna lie, IVE’s stage felt a little bare, but I credit that due to the fact that maybe Starship could not afford a big stage with more props, more intrigue. At the same time, they did the best with what they could and the grils’ stage presence made up for it. One thing I really liked was the collaboration stage between INI and NiziU. It probably won’t look incredible or jaw dropping to most people, it didn’t to me, but there’s something about it that made me sit back, relax and enjoy it and I felt some sort of stress, that I didn’t know I had, just completely disappear.         

My favorite stages were Jaurim’s collaboration with G(I)-DLE and j-hope’s, but I expected as much. I wasn’t nervous for him performing alone. I was really happy to see this new, fresh j-hope who was not at all sunshine. He was more like the asteroid that hits second after you think it’s the sun. TREASURE also had a good stage, they brought up the energy and the audience really enjoyed it. I watched both days of MAMA with my mama, and the stages she enjoyed the most were Stray Kids, IVE, ENHYPEN and j-hope. She’s a big fan of all of them. I can’t cay I’m a big ENHYPEN enthusiast, but I do listen to some of their songs.

Side note: I love that when 3RACHA was performing the rest of Stray Kids' brain cells held up self-made signs for them, lol.

ITZY’s comeback stage….. Hm, let’s see. I did enjoy it,  I liked the song. However my personal opinion is that they made a mistake performing Cheshire first, followed up by their previous hits. I think they should’ve followed Kara’s example and performed their older songs first and then the comeback stage. It would’ve built up more anticipation and had bigger impact. Between Cheshire and Sneakers something felt disconnected. But If I look at each song performance separately, then they were all good.

Awards wise, again, no surprises there. Even with IVE winning SOTY. I don’t mean to brag, but I did predict it a few seconds before it happened. When they were showing the nominees my mom said something in the lines of BTS probably winning all awards again (mind you my mom is all new to this), and I said “I don’t know, watch SOTY go to Love Dive”.  It did. So yeah, that’s my mini moment for the Day 2, lol. My mom was very happy and I think it was well deserved, so congratulations to IVE. I myself love that song a lot.

Oh, I almost forgot about ZICO! I loved Zico’s stage, I was looking forward to him performing Freak more than anything. I love that song so much, the entire “Grown Ass Kid” album is so f*cking good. Yeah. If you haven’t heard it I recommend it, even if you’re not a hiphop fan, just…. You don’t have to, but I encourage you to try it.

I do have some complaints however. First, the camerawork was a notch better, but still bad. For such an important day, that they already spent millions for, you could’ve have put a little bit more effort into good video coverage. MAMA was not only awards show this year. It is arguably the biggest awards show in Asia and the fact that for the first time since covid it was in-person attendance, overseas as is tradition, it also served as a signal for a new beginning. Not only in music, but in entertainment in general.

My second dissatisfaction is with Lim Young Woong and Monika Shin’s stage. I know that Monika Shin is a big, established and well-respected name in various fields. Most notably in dance. I don’t mean to throw shade on her, but that dance choreography felt so distant and separate from Young Woong’s singing. It was like trying to watch two different performances at the same time. It was distracting and unattractive. Also, correct me if I’m wrong but I didn’t think she majored in contemporary dance? Her movements felt a little too sharp. With Young Woong’s powerful voice, I would’ve much preferred to just see him stand still with a mic stand, maybe raised on a not too high pedestal, with some simple CGI for the dome screens and home viewers. It would’ve been so much more powerful to me.

Last thing, I’m aware of the situation with (G)I-DLE and the criticism they’ve been getting over speaking against award shows, but I chose not to address that issue here as it requires a post of its own. A post I’m not sure I’m willing to make at this point in time, so if anyone is curious what I think about it, feel free to message me or consult with Remon. Quite frankly, I don’t see why anyone would care what I have to say about anything, but there’s that.

That’s pretty much all I had to say, I hope I’m not forgetting anything. If I haven’t talked about certain groups or artists, I’ve done so on purpose. It means I either have some sort of unresolved personal feelings towards them, or they simply didn’t stand out to me enough to mention.

#jhope #itzy #enhypen #gidle #ive #treasure #newjeans #zico #niziu #lim young woong #ini #tempest #jung jae il #tiger jk #3racha #jaurim #street man fighter #mama 2022 #mama2022 #mama awards #mama awards 2022

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C2E67 - Beyond the Eyes of Angels - rewatch

Fair warning, this one is loooong and rambly.

Well, while I still greatly enjoy CR, it’s clear that my hyperfixation stage of it has passed. It lasted a good two years before it calmed down, so that’s good! But it means that these rewatches end up going a lot slower, because I’m not binging 2 to 2.5 episodes a day. It also means that I jump between lots of media now, which is fun. :) I’ll be starting my re-read of The Hobbit and The Lord of the Rings soon. I last read the Hobbit probably around 25 years ago? And LoTR was 21 years ago. I loved the Hobbit, my mom read it to me as a child. LoTR was a big struggle for me at first, I kept trying and giving up within the first book of the first book. I only ended up finally reading it all once the Two Towers movie was released, and binged them very quickly. Turns out it’s ONLY the first book of the first book that was a struggle for me, the rest was easy. So I’m really looking forwards to seeing how my interpretations of the story will change after two decades. (not going to be posting it, don’t worry! That’s just for me)

Oh wow. So this is the ad bit where Sam says he’s too depressed to do a bit, so they have a pre-recorded generic version – which is him acting like he’s dead and it’s his will. And after, I don’t know if I noticed this before!, Liam actually got hit pretty hard emotionally! I actually went back a few seconds to check, and it doesn’t look like he’s playing it up? I wonder if he had other stuff going on behind the scenes, or if this is just Sam’s particular ability to always seem to grab Liam by the emotions. (If I remember, he gets choked up both during the five year song, and the pandemic welcome back.)

It’s been a while since we’ve seen Codependent!Caleb. Even though Nott ended up still being invisible so the scene doesn’t work, I do like Liam having Caleb looking panicked and stressed flicking between Nott and the team, Nott and the team, until he goes after Nott. As much as I joke, I do wonder why Caleb is so stressed about Nott being separate at the moment. We know that he has faith in her, and she’s gone on ahead before a number of times. Is it because of the atmosphere of the tomb? Is it because Nott is sober, so he thinks she’s more likely to make bad decisions? I wouldn’t call it a regression in behavior, but it is a bit jarring compared to how he’s been interacting with the entire team for a number of in game months. ...Well, maybe not. The last time, I THINK, was in episode 54, when they split up the rooms and Caleb didn’t realize that he was going to be separated from Nott. Looking at critrolestats, I think that’s only a difference of 20 in game days.

OH GOD THIS IS THE SPIDER ROOM ISN’T IT I COMPLETELY FORGOT ABOUT THIS AAAAAAAAA (i’ll find out in a few minutes if I’m right, but Matt describing things stuck around the wall, and one of the words he used was ‘sacks’, so I’m pretty sure I’m right) Interestingly, I WAS actually just the other day thinking about rogues in dnd – I’d seen some post talking about how rogues actually were bad at dealing damage unless the sneak attack critted, and I remembered Nott’s exciting sneak attack crit that basically took out the entire baddie. Of course, I couldn’t remember what the baddie WAS, but this brought all the memories rushing back.

One BS comment I have seen way too much of online is Laura being ‘entitled’ with her spells, being ‘whiny’ when things don’t go her way with spells, and trying to get as much out of Matt as possible. And here we are – with Laura specifically bringing up to Matt that the Bless that she cast would have faded by now and so not have been present with initiative. Something that had she not brought up, Matt might not have caught. No whining, no complaining, just playing fair. *sigh* I’ve gotten off of those places (aka reddit forums), but still some of the shit I saw just DIGS.

Poor Travis. I am very lucky that while I am thoroughly freaked out from bugs, I’m not bothered by situations like this. The figures don’t bother me, nor do the descriptions. I’m pretty good with seeing them in movies and such as well. It’s only 1) in real life, especially if they’re close to me or move fast, 2) if they are ON ME – my actual literal phobia is them somehow getting inside me (nose, ears, mouth), and 3) some of the really freaky videos you can see online where someone brushes a dark clump and it spreads out into a million spiders.

Beau attacks, misses, Matt barely starts to speak before Marisha rolls again, then she apologies and gives him the go ahead, he gives her the go ahead, and then she tells him he can do his description, which he then does, but keeps it short. A good sign of a good table, a player recognizing when a DM wants to speak and giving them the space to do so, AND a DM recognizing that a player may want to just get the attacks out and is willing to forgo the usual flavor speech. You love to see it! Mutual respect!

(coming back to this at the end of april) wait I’m only half an hour in? I thought I was way further than that!

OH WHAT. We have the red Ashton lopsided 6-sided dice here with Tal!!! I totally thought those were c3 only, I don’t recall seeing them before! Clearly he’s had them though.

ROGUE CRIT!!!!! I love how Sam is so astonished by it too. Are rogue’s the best class to get a crit on? I’d assume paladin would be up there as well with smite…. 20th level rogue can get 60 sneak at max, so 120 per CR rules, then plus weapon damage. Divine smite has a max of 6d8, so max of 96 plus weapon damage on a crit. Wait, does improved divine smite and another d8 on top of that? So 112? but do smite spells add to a smite, or replace? Like, if it was banishing smite, would it add 5d10 on TOP of that? Or INSTEAD of that? I’m thinking way too hard about this, especially considering I prefer spellcasting to melee for my own personal play. EITHER WAY – badass moment!

...I got distracted just watching it. There’s something so comforting about the humor in C2, the feel at the table is different than it was in both C1 and C3, and sometimes I prefer it. Don’t get me wrong, the balls to the walls punchiness at the table in C3 is great and leads to a ton of laughs, but there’s a nice balance in C2 that almost lends itself to the PCs as much as it does to the cast. I’m doing a horrible job of explaining it, but it’s pure comfort food for me.

Anyhow, yay for spell scroll for Caleb, but also I’m glad that it’s not some super amazing spell. It’s something where Liam wouldn’t feel like he was missing out or punished if he never found it, but it’s a nice bonus to have to where he feels rewarded for looking.

Once again my grumbles about the table attitude towards a rogue though. Caduceus wants to move forwards, but Tal/Cad has to tell Sam/Nott to search for traps. Jester wants to open the door, but Laura/Jester has to tell Sam/Nott to search for traps. There are times that I really would like to get into Sam’s head and see what his choices were for this. If he’d known how it would have gone, would he have picked a different class for Nott? Was he deliberately making a rogue who wasn’t particularly good at what she did, not because she couldn’t but because she forgot and didn’t care a lot of the time? It would fit with the housewife picture, but it’s a sense of almost spiting the class for the roleplay. I feel like with C1 and C3, Sam was able to explore his roleplay within the confines of the class, whereas C2 it feels like the roleplay just has the class slapped on top of it. *shrugs* It’s hard to say, because she does do a lot of sneaking around during combat, but it always feels a little forced. It’s much more Liam/Frumpkin doing early exploring than Nott, a lot of the time.

I really love how they discovered the stairs going down (this is the lightning one where Matt uses an hourglass, I think?), and I also love how they were able to so quickly and smoothly give the marching order. In the weirdest way, I do think the Nein ended up being the most smoothly combined group, which is very surprising considering they started out the most fractured. (also in fairness I really don’t have much recollection of this aspect of C1, so I could be totally wrong here)

LOL I love that Laura stands up and hits the mic, then Taliesin stands up and hits the mic, and then Sam stands up and hits the mic. They talk about how it had to be so loud for the audience, but either Chris the sound guy is REALLY good at his job, or no it’s not that loud at all.

(wait is this the episode where they have three encounters/maps and sam gets short [humorously] with the last dwarvenforge sponsor bit?)

(omg I’m only an hour and forty three minutes into this, we’re now in May. I don’t know why I’m watching this so slow, it’s SUCH a good episode!)

In the span of five minutes, Sam hits the mic AGAIN and Marisha, while bending down under the table, cracks the back of her head against in while coming up.

I have no recollection of the mist/wind spirit! I thought this was the electrical pulse! (I still think it is, and that’s what the timer is for, which honestly is a great method of using it. I know Matt used it a few times in C1, and I think this is the only time in C2, but I appreciate that while it’s punishing in an effect, it’s not massively punishing like they LOSE or FAIL if they can’t accomplish what they are doing in time. Especially because them asking Matt for clarifications eats away time, as well as Matt’s own turns. I’ve seen some detractors online wish that Matt pulled out the hourglass more, as a way to get the players to make decisions faster, but all I can think is that pulling out the timer means that it becomes even HARDER to think because now you have the external pressure as well as whatever circumstance you’re in. I can’t fully pooh-pooh the detractors as there have been a few circumstances where I have found that the players really dithered, either consistently during combat, or having ooc conversations during a quick event that took way longer than I thought Matt should have allowed, but I see people claiming this for so many things, including encounters where there may have been minor dithering but then moved smoothly, or one or two players turns took long but everything else was smooth.)

Beau jumping down = so fucking hot. Especially because she’s the first to break from the ‘run down and maybe action’ format which reveals the bottom tier allowing other players to start having more creative movement. (polymorph of eagles coming in five, four, three…) Hm, I trying to think now of how often Marisha is the red-button pusher. We know that Travis and Sam will go for it, Ashley’s pretty decent at button pushing, is Marisha the next one? ...I’m struggling to think of examples in all three campaigns, which could meant that no, she’s not, but it also could mean that I have a very shitty memory (well confirmed at this point).

Matt allowing Beau to both investigate and yank out the power source of the electric crystal is something that I think is a very table-specific decision. On the one hand, I love that he allowed her to do essentially two actions because she is a monk and able to do things very quickly (such as step of the wind, flurry of blows [I typed bleaus without even thinking what the fuck]), but on the other hand that can definitely feel bad at a different table with another player being allowed two actions where you may only be allowed the standard one. I genuinely am unsure of how I’d feel about it at my table, though that’s also because I have a really shitty attention-grabbing player at the table. If they were allowed the double action I’d probably be pretty annoyed, but if the really nice good player at the table were allowed it, I’d feel better about it. Breaking the action economy for a cool moment really only works when you have full trust at a table. Here, it’s a moment done well, with a group of players who fully respect the choice and decision (and are glad not to take additional damage XD), at a table like mine? ….I’d rather have taken the damage, tbh. (side rant, but last game I got to do some exploring as a water skimmer, DM describes to me what I see, players immediately start going off of the description and I’m like….alright, I guess I went back and transformed, lost my wild shape, and told them. Fuck me if I had other things I wanted to do, or even if I’d wanted to roleplay the moment.)

(also off topic, I read a chapter update today of a shadowgast fic that I’m enjoying, but Caleb is SO OOC it’s ridiculous, to the point where I’m like his canon backstory must not have happened in this fic, and coming back and watching canon Caleb is DELICIOUS. We’re not in an rp moment, but even the way Liam portrays using shield, the facial expressions and body language, it’s like YES this is the caleb I crave.)

There’s so many good tactics on display here. Fjord jumping with his held Misty Step, both polymorphs with Jester going back to grab the other party members, Beau investigating the door and finding the slot! There are small bits of metagaming that I just...eh. Would Jester have gone back for Nott and Caduceus if the hourglass had still been going? Maybe not, but that also can be explained by her seeing that the glow has stopped. Caduceus thinking that there’s no monster now? ...Honestly that just feels like Taliesin thinking ‘well we beat the encounter so we’re good now’. Usually I’m not too heavily bothered, even if I notice metagaming, but that bothered me just a little bit. I’m a tiny bit nastily pleased that the creature attacked again shortly after. ….I have a petty side, okay?

OH GOD IT’S THE START OF MAKING MY WAY. (I think someone found that it technically started in a one shot before this, but this is the first in game of a very very long running gag)

Interesting that Caleb flying down triggered an attack of opportunity from the creature, with Fjord, Jester, and Beau not triggering one. I wonder if Matt had specific ideas of where the creature was in the tower and this really was the first, or if he’s just been blanking because he was focusing on the electrical charge and this is the first time he remembered.

…..why does Sam want to know if goblins have tails? I want to know what he’s thinking! I can’t think of any mainstream depiction of goblins with tails, so it’s certainly a bit of an out-there thought.

For what it’s worth, while we all know and love Veth’s Big Naturals, I greatly appreciate and am entertained by Sam’s insistence that Nott also has Big Naturals, despite every piece of official artwork (presumably signed off by Sam) depicting Nott as smaller-busted.

I’m sure this was speculated about by the fandom at the time, but I wonder if Jester being so preoccupied with making sure that everybody gets out of the mist tower before she will leave ties back into her getting left with the young dragon back in the happy fun ball. I know Laura has talked about the impact that moment had on Jester, but unless I’m forgetting stuff (super entirely possible) I feel like this is the first time we’ve really seen Jester make an effort, putting herself at risk, to ensure that everyone else is safe.

Sam just did his usual bit when Matt went to get the map for the zombie room. I wonder what the section I’m thinking of is? To be fair, *I* don’t actually remember it, but I saw a post talk about it. AH – thank you CR Transcripts! It’s episode 79 “It's a fantastic company that makes a fine product and if you don't go to their fucking website, I'll kill you.”. Searching “kill you” under Sam worked. Based on context, rather than it being the ‘holy shit a third encounter’ that I thought it was going to be, instead it was just the pure stress and time crunch with Obann and the tree. Understandable.

I admit, I’m a bit exhausted with initiative. As much as I enjoy this episode (and I really really do!) three back to back combats, regardless of the tactical aspects of them, is just tough to watch. It’s the same thing for me for the really big episode long fights (Lucian, Vecna, etc). Four plus hours of combat is a LOT. I’m usually good if it’s two or less.

When Matt decides to just ‘roll with it’, it works out fantastically at the table. Jester casts Turn/Destroy Undead, which he has just impact the five undead that he had minis out for. After a bit of ooc clarification about the slopes and creatures on them, Laura asks if her destroy undead would have worked there too. In terms of the encounter, I’m pretty sure Matt saying yes or no wouldn’t have impacted the main combat at all, but he acknowledges the legitimacy of her point, rolls some rolls, and has a total of ten more get destroyed. Does it make the encounter any easier? It does trigger Caduceus seeing the glowing heart, but that would have happened fairly soon anyway, I’m sure. What it DOES do is it has the table let out a cheer at Jester being badass and destroying thirteen enemies with a single spell. It’s a feel good moment, rather than a numbers game moment, and even as a viewer it does exactly what it should do, it Feels Good. In comparison to the other GMs I’ve watched (Brennan on ExU and a number of D20 shows, Aabria only on ExU so far), he does roll with things a lot less, as he is a bit more of a stickler for the rules, so I notice the moments more. With Brennan a few times, and with Aabria in ExU a lot more of the time, I’d see Rule of Cool moments where, for my tastes, I would have preferred a harder RAW/RAI ruling. (again, no judgment to Aabria in Misfits and Magic or A Court of Fey and Flowers, I still have not seen those though I want to! Especially because I’ve heard her GMing style is very different in those other systems.)

Coming right off of Jester’s Feel Good, we’ve got Caleb’s Feel Bad. Very smart to do a fireball into the massive pit of undead, but then immediately after it fails to have any true impact at all. While I can understand the choice not to have it impact the number of undead spawning, I could see having that area be considered difficult terrain due to the flaming corpses, or simply just having no undead spawn at that specific area until the next turn – instead have them spawn on the other side. There was no actual benefit to Caleb casting the fireball, which is just a sucky feeling – especially with a third level spell. Especially because Caleb is the only one targeted by two undead, with anyone else only being targeted by one.

Double Feel Bad of Matt not letting Nott at least try to give the door a physical tug after expending her action using Mage Hand. It’s some inconsistent DM decisions this episode, considering Beau being allowed to inspect and grab and pull out the rod from literally just the previous encounter.

Granted, I don’t think any of the players are taking issue with this, or I’m sure they would always speak to Matt about it after game if it bothered them, but it’s things that I’m noticing that just feel just a bit sucky.

Off topic, but I’ve been seeing some complaints about C3 with the group talking over whoever is making the action in combat, and how rude it is and how it’s so bad in C3 and it was never this bad in previous campaigns. Meanwhile I’m watching the gang non-stop chitchat during the combats, I literally think the only difference is that C3 has better mic pickup than C2 or C1. I don’t think the group is being any more or less than they usually are, it’s just now sometimes we can hear them more clearly which covers up the audio of the main player at the moment.

LOL Marisha saying she’s never playing a wizard after seeing Caleb basically being the only one actually hit by the zombies. Double lol at Liam saying he’s only playing bloodhunters from now on.

It’s fun to see Sam clarify that Nott is running low on bolts, only six left! because we really only had one ranged combatant before with Vex who never needed to keep track of arrows – but only because she bought a thousand of them before the stream started. (I’m not counting Percy because he had to make his own ammunition versus being able to buy it in a shop.) I actually don’t think Nott ever runs out though, what with being able to collect them back after combat. Also interesting looking through the transcripts now that Nott/Veth always seemed to buy bolts in amounts ranging from 10 to 40. I’m not sure if Sam’s thought process was that Nott/Veth didn’t have a bag of holding for the bolts, or if it’s just the Mighty Nein vibe of buying what they need, as little as possible, versus the Vox Machina vibe of buying what they need and want in larger quantities than they may use. I love this little dnd-broke group so much. (also with all the transcript searching, bolt/bolts no longer look like actual words.)

...Did we ever figure out what caused the glowing hearts versus grey hearts? Critrolestats doesn’t know. I’m wondering if it was just DM fiat based on an estimated frequency.

One thing that I really love about M9 versus both other campaigns, this group somehow seems to perfectly convey that exhaustion and despondency. VM had a lot of grief, but it was always intense emotions, always a 9/10 or higher on the scale. M9 I feel is perfectly able to capture those days where you are deep in your feelings but it only shows as a 2/10. That’s such a horrible way of explaining it. It’s High Fantasy versus gritty realism, in a way. BH has it’s own frequency of emotions XD

IT’S BEEN SO LONG I literally forgot there’d be a Talks Machina after this!!!!!!! AAAH SO HAPPY.

#cr c2 rewatch #critical role #the mighty nein

[thatfuzzyfamiliarspace]

Don’t feel too bad rn. It’s been a really odd few days. Dam was perfect. Coming back felt meh. We had those two days to shift back to normality and then head off to boomtown. I had such low expectations for it. But I was really happily surprised how good the festival was. I’d love to go again next year but guess it’ll just have to wait. It was everything I wanted it to be in terms of how the festival was set up. The people were fine, the town looked so cool, the stages had decent people playing, the food options were insane. I wish I could’ve really revelled in it all fully. I’m gutted I didn’t get to experience the actors and the little spaces they had in town. I really wish I’d gotten to dance and see some of the people I was looking forward too. And I’m hugely gutted I parred off kieran. I don’t think I’ll ever get over how much of a cunt I was. He hasn’t messaged me back either. He must’ve given up with me. Woulda been real cool to have atleast seen a set with them but it just weren’t possible or gonna happen was it really. But as much of a downer as it was to look at all the negatives, I’m super hyped for electric city this weekend with my sister and going transmission in a few weeks after that. Those will be really good.

I really don’t want to get back to work. It’s not just going back to work, I have to sort out what I’m doing about this new job. I honestly don’t wanna take it. I don’t. I just want trucklite to pay me more and I’ll be happy. I wasn’t actively looking to leave, they approached me. I’m gonna stop having this happen in future. Because that’s what’s fucking me up. It doesn’t feel like my choice. It’s not what I want. Idc how many people tell me it’s a good idea and it’ll be better for me etc etc, it’s just not what I want.

Then I’ve still got money issues. I’m still broke till pay day and poncing off of Jordan makes me feel so fucking awful. It doesn’t feel like he’s treating me it feels like he has to do these things without choice. I don’t like it. I hella appreciate it, but I feel so in his debt. Idk how I can repay him for supporting me, and giving me the bestest holiday last week.

And then yesterday. God I’ve blocked so much out as I purely just don’t have the energy for much lately. Like today that meta chat really zonked me out. But yesterday, idk what he did but he upset my little side. It constantly happens. I try and let a smidge of her out, and he reacts in the worst way. He takes the mic out of the way I talk and speak, tells me to speak up. He just doesn’t understand that’s her and not me. And then he goes on about how good he is with kids and all this stuff. It freaks me out. Because imagine him giving a child the attention and care that my little side is so desperate for. It’d shatter me. It’s like he doesn’t understand how severe the age regression side of it is. The way he talks and acts towards me when I get slightly in that headspace is just not how you would towards a child. I don’t think I could have a kid if little me doesn’t get what she needs. That’d be super fucked up. I already have so much prang about all of that. Idk I’m ranting and rambling but I’m tryna put down what I can while it’s running through my head.

I’m okay, I’m like a 7, but shifting back to a 4 every so often. I just wanna play my games and rest. And not think about any of this shit rn.

[changbin-froggy-jimin]

Sometimes I forget how some kpop fans are, anyways remind me not to go into the k*ngdom tag

#why can’t we all just have fun?? #I just wanted to reblog gifs of tumbles and fun things #seriously why does it matter so much who wins just have fun! #also it’s been so nice to see more bt*b I absolutely adored them before but haven’t ever had an opportunity to watch them much #they’re such a sunny spot on the show! #and wow Changb*n rap sexy... B*bby rap sexy... I’m having a great time!! #did you see the murdering s*9 did??? loved that for them loved that for me #the s*z stage was my absolute favorite but I loved the b*z as well #seeing H*ngjoong and se*nghwa tho 🥵🥵 #it makes me so sad that some people can’t be multi’s and just be chill #numbers be numbers and that’s all they are #I loved all the stages so freaking much I’m looking so forward to the rest of the show I can’t wait to see what all the boys do next!! #I’m so excited for the next few episodes!! #(did y’all see that bt*b preview? because I’m screaming???!??) #I feel like I’m gonna have to stan bt*b after this like what a bunch of just good boys #and by stan I guess mean add them to the music list as well as watch any content I can get my little greedy hands on hahaha #froggy writes

[twicecorner]

Teachers Assistant: Prologue

A/N: Hi! I’m back and I’m trying something different out with this mini series. I hope you guys like it... I wrote a little prologue for the plot of the series and who will be featured in it. My hope is to get it going and release on a little schedule so look forward to the main parts :) I know I haven’t been very active lately, but I’m glad you all are still here and supporting me! Cheers and enjoy Teachers Assistant

Word count: 1,075

*This part doesn’t include smut however, the main series will ;) this is just a lil teaser to get your minds going about what may come - also big thanks n shoutout to @subfortwice for helping w the story development/brainstorming😌

It’s your big shot this year. Your university is known for its highly exclusive Love Lab, not only for the numerous studies they’ve done but also for their admirable professors. Each professor in the department is known for their own research on love and all of its components. Since the courses are in high demand, the professors are always in need of teachers’ assistants (TA’s) each year. However, this position requires the passing of a test that is supposedly harder than the Bar Exam. Even before getting to the tests, it’s a privilege to even have your application accepted. Out of the 10,000+ applicants, the professors handpick 50 to go through the trials. Participants are sworn to secrecy about the trials themselves, but it’s said that each trial is some one-on-one test with a set of professors. Out of the 9, a participant must get through at least 4 to pass.

This year, your senior year, your application finally got chosen. A week before classes officially started you received a mysterious letter with a date and time to be at the Love Lab. You’d guess it would be for an interview of some sort, but it was still weird that it came in letter form and it was literally just a date and time. You didn’t think much of it and you made your way to the school on the specified day.

Upon arriving, you saw a line at the entrance of about 30-40 other students, you’d guess they were all there for the same reason. Someone came out at exactly 8 am and let everyone into the auditorium and collected everyone’s phones. Inside the auditorium, all 9 professors stood on stage, arms crossed, and watched with hawk eyes through their glasses as you and the rest of the applicants piled in. 

Professor Park is the first to take the mic, “Ahem, good morning students. Welcome to the Love Lab trials. I will be honest, looking through the applications this year, there were not many standouts. However, my colleagues and I decided to take the benefit of the doubt and continue with the trials. Professor. Im will now explain how all of this will work.”

Professor. Im moves to the front of the stage as Prof. Park hands her the mic. “As most of you know, these trials will be one-on-one interviews, each professor has something different in store for each of you so it will be different every time. In order to pass, you will need to get the approval of 4/9 professors. At this point, you’ll be given a paper with your name and your date and time slots. Each professor and student will have 3 hours to complete the interview…” 

Whispers started to circulate through the crowd. No one expected an interview to be 3 hours long and to get through four of them. 12 hours at least.

“Excuse me.” Professor Im clears her throat and taps her foot on the stage. “As I was saying, since each interview is 3 hours, this will take the full week before school starts, so plan accordingly. A few of you have a slot for today, so with that, I’ll hand the mic back to Professor Park. Good luck.”

You can feel yourself start to sweat when you see that you have the second time slot of the day with Professor Im. You don’t know what you’re supposed to do until then, you didn’t prepare anything. You start looking around and seeing similar expressions on the people around you. Some start freaking out, some debating whether to back out. You take a deep breath and try to relax, try to tell yourself that you got this. It’s four interviews… four 3 hour interviews… Looking back at your schedule you see that your first four professors are Prof. Im Nayeon, Prof. Minatozaki Sana, Prof. Myoi Mina, and Prof. Park Jihyo. You mentally prepare yourself for the next few days, if you get past the first four you’ll be done, you’ll be in. 

Professor Park steps back into center stage. “You’ll now all be sworn to secrecy. We take this very seriously here, so don’t even think about trying anything funny.” The rest of the professors stood up and lined up next to her. Professor Yoo Jeongyeon took the mic and read from a small sheet of paper.

“Please raise your right hand and repeat after me…”

After reciting an oath like we were being initiated into some sort of secret society, we were told to head to the table in front of the stage and to sign a waiver of consent and secrecy. You skimmed over the waiver, something about legal action being taken if rules were broken caught your eye. Damn this shit is serious you thought to yourself. You scribbled your little name onto the paper and looked up to see Professor Park, move her glasses down the bridge of her nose to look down at you. You must have been crazy but it looked like she even had a little smirk on her face. 

Once everyone had finished signing the waivers, Professor Kim Dahyun grabbed the mic, “Finally, we’d all like to hank you for your cooperation and wanting to participate in this program. We look forward to meeting and working with you.” The 9 professors take a short bow of appreciation and receive some applauds in return. A bell rings and you look at your watch, it’s 9 o’clock, the first time slot on the paper. 

Professor Park says, “Those of you with time slots today, stick around. There will be food, drink and activities provided while you await your turn. Our current assistants will be here to aid you as well. To the first 9 participants, please make your way to the exit where you’ll be escorted to your interviews.” A small bustle burst out as the nine tried to find their way out and the rest of us scattered through the auditorium. I saw a large group of people walk to the main exit, assuming they didn’t have time slots today. The rest of you grouped together and murmered about what just happened.

Soon some assistants bring out snacks and drinks and your mind relaxes. They bring out games, books, movies… You, along with the handful of participants left in the auditorium are put at slight ease for now. Now all you can do is wait until noon.

#kpop fanfic #twice fanfic #male reader #twice smut #kpop smut #twice au #twice #im nayeon #yoo jeongyeon #hirai momo #minatozaki sana #park jihyo #myoi mina #kim dahyun #son chaeyoung #chou tzuyu #girl group fanfic #kpop au

[sheikah]

Ok so of course it couldn’t go off completely without a hitch because it is ME we’re talking about here lmao. So they were about a half hour behind schedule, right? So I’d been waiting about 40 mins, drinking water, panicking. So I had to go pee. I simply had to. And when I got back in my room there is Ben freaking Barnes’ face up on my Zoom WAITING FOR ME. GOD. THE SHAME. Anyway he was really cool and funny about it. When I sat down he said, “Well, hello,” in like a scolding, teasing, you-were-being-naughty voice, and he was laughing and I was laughing so in a way it’s good this happened because it broke all the ice IMMEDIATELY. He then told me, “I LOVE your hair.” Just instantly and with such emphasis. A WIN!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was blushing so much please????

He asked where I was and I thought he meant like... the room I was in. Because we have a homemade arcade machine in the office right behind me and people always comment on it on Zoom calls so we talked about that for a second and then he clarified like where I am geographically and I said Louisiana and he went on about how he loves New Orleans (SAME, MARRY ME!!!!!!) and it’s one of his favorite places in the world and he started to tell me some story of visiting Nola with his parents and then cut himself off and said, “You don’t need to hear this story,” and internally I was screaming, YES I DO I NEED TO LEARN EVERYTHING I CAN ABOUT MY FUTURE IN-LAWS. Then he mentioned the Creole food and the street music and I used this as an opportunity to gushingly tell him he would fit in great there because he’s such a brilliant musician. I hope he appreciated that lmao.

Then he asked how I was doing and if I had questions. I answered honestly: that I was still kind of freaking out that I was late to this huge moment I’ve been looking forward to lmao. He laughed it off and said it was ok and they would add more time at the end (I was honestly less than one min late). 

So I just told him I was a huge fan, had followed his work a lot over the past two years but first discovered him when I was a teenager working at a movie theater and saw Caspian and loved it, how I would drag my friends to watch it between busy times on the clock. He said he was jealous of my movie theater job and that he was a waiter at an Italian restaurant back then and hated it, and I concurred that service industry is the worst lol.

I told him the Darkling was my favorite character and that he gave us book fans everything we could want and more, and thanked him for his thoughtful portrayal and for caring so much, and he seemed really grateful and sweet about it.

Then I said that my question was about books, and that I was an English professor. He was really surprised by this and asked, “Really????” So I said that I taught at my local college and in a lot of ways it’s my dream job to be able to teach the stories I love. And he sort of spaced out for a second and then was like, “I’m sorry, I’m just thinking about how much I love that you said that. That you have your dream job. That’s amazing.” LISTEN, it took everything in me not to instantly propose marriage at this moment like I was tearing up ok. I LOVE THIS MAN.

So anyway, I said, “I bring all this up because I know you were also an English lit major. So English major to English major, what’s you’re favorite book?" And he launched into this great talk about Atonement and how it makes him cry (Jesus save me, I was smiling so hard right here to hide the tears lmao) and then talked about this book called Birdsong that he’d done a stage adaptation for, and said that was probably his favorite. Then the lady tried to cut us off and end it, but he said no and asked for ME to recommend a book to him. The first one I could think of that I’d read recently that I think he might like is The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue so I went with that. And he wrote it down.

Then the moderator lady who showed up did a screenshot for us, and I asked if we could pose with “Darkling hands” like that scene in the Fold. He said yes! I am allowed to post that so I will when they send it.

Then HE thanked ME as if he didn’t just singlehandedly fill my body with enough serotonin for a lifetime, said, “Kristen, you’re such a sweetheart,” and left. And now I just have to try to... go about the rest of my day as if THAT didn’t just happen. Wow.

Tbh I’m so insanely grateful because I only paid for one meeting, which is three mins. But he talked to me for six mins!

I didn’t think I could love this man any more than I already did. AND YET

#i'm literally weeping rn #like crying over how much i love him #ben barnes you are my everything #also for legal reason the in-laws joke is in fact a joke i'm happily married to my poor suffering husband #who is currently laughing his ass off at this whole thing and my absolutely starstruck existence rn #bin bons #the sacred texts!

[mochegato]

Even the Losers

Chapter 5

Chapter 1     Chapter 4

“Not quite the child you expected to be on the front page today, was it?” Lucius commented, falling into step with Bruce as soon as he exited the elevator on their offices’ floor.

Bruce shot him a slight glare.  He heavily suspected the receptionist at the front of letting Lucius know he was on his way up so he could stage this ambush.  “No, no it was not,” he gritted out.  He loved Lucius.  He did.  But he was not looking forward to discussing this with anyone right now.  He needed to talk to Sabine and figure out his next steps.  He didn’t have time for teasing or hurt feelings, unless they were Marinette’s or his other children’s.

“Don’t think she expected it either.  She was quite distraught when the reporters found her this morning,” Lucius noted calmly.

Bruce stopped and glared full force at him. “Why were you with her this morning?”

Lucius raised an unamused eyebrow at him. “Early morning meeting with her and her friend, Max Kante, the one who actually invented the fabric Ms. Cole tried to take credit for.”  He continued walking toward Bruce’s office, not caring whether he caught up or not. If he wanted to be an overbearing ass, they could have a meeting with that tone and Bruce definitely wouldn’t be the one to win.

“Sorry,” Bruce grumbled, catching up to him.

Lucius nodded to let him know he accepted the apology. “She takes after you, you know.  I could see how upset she was with the reporters’ questions but she masked it expertly.  Seemed to completely shut down those emotions.  If I didn’t know you, I might not have known it was all an act.  Shut the reporter down without admitting anything too, or lying.  Quite smart, that daughter of yours.”  Lucius turned toward Bruce as they passed through Bruce’s office doors.  “Must get that from her mother,” he teased.

Bruce let out a long breath.  “Without a doubt.  How was she at the meeting?”

Lucius raised both eyebrows at that question, otherwise not reacting at all.  “You haven’t spoken with her yet?”

Bruce focused on his desk as he sat behind it. “I haven’t had the opportunity yet,” he hedged.

Lucius narrowed his eyes slightly but answered the question.  “She was brilliant.  She is brilliant.  She was calm and collected.  Engaging and polite.  Very insightful.  You would never know she had been accosted and almost assaulted a few moments before. Completely professional.”

“What do you mean ‘almost assaulted’?” Bruce growled.

“Particularly aggressive reporter.  I gave PR and security his name and picture.  We’ll have a restraining order put out and he won’t be allowed at any Wayne events,” he answered calmly.

Bruce squeezed the arm rest on his chair until it fell off in his hand.  He let out an annoyed growl and threw it in the garbage.  He pushed the intercom on his desk phone, more aggressively than necessary.  “I’m going to need a new chair, David.”  

He slammed the button again before he had the chance to respond and let out a long deep breath to calm himself.  “It’s already started.  It hasn’t even been a day.”  He shook his head and looked up at Lucius.  “Can you see about getting a restraining order for her personally as well, please?  And how was the meeting?” Bruce asked.

“It was successful.  Mr. Kante seems extremely excited about our contract.  He’s looking over it today, but I expect he’ll begin working for us as of next week.  I’m still working on your daughter though,” he mused.

Bruce choked and looked back at him.  “Excuse me!”

“To work for us,” Lucius tried to disguise the amused glint in his eyes, but not too hard.  It was interesting seeing Bruce acting so disconcerted, and not pretending for an audience, actually feeling it.  “She helped Mr. Kante develop the fabric and understands how best to show it off.  She would be invaluable to have on the project.  Hell, she’d be invaluable to have in the company.”

Bruce furrowed his brow in confusion.  “I thought Mr. Kante developed the fabric.”

“He did.  He definitely figured out how to make it work, but she was a significant help.  Her insights and advice were key.  She tried to deny it but he kept insisting.  Without both of them, there wouldn’t be any fabric. Not to mention she’s the one that discovered Rabler and Cole were stealing ideas.  She created the trap and presented the evidence.”  Lucius couldn’t keep the proud tone out of his voice.  

Bruce’s lips turned up in a wide, proud smile.  “Yeah?”  Lucius nodded with a proud smile of his own, albeit smaller than Bruce’s.  Bruce just stopped himself from saying ‘that’s my girl’ because he wasn’t sure he got to make a statement like that.  Not when he hadn’t been involved in bringing her up in any way.  But it didn’t stop his chest from puffing up with pride at the knowledge.  

She was smart.  She was caring.  She was creative.  She was insightful and brilliant.  She was healthy and unscarred.  She was everything he hoped she would get to be growing up away from him.  He must have done something right.  But the idea of having her work next to him like Tim did, getting to see her every day… He smiled at the thought.  “How successful do you think you were getting her to agree?”

Lucius hesitated.  “Not very,” he admitted slowly.  “I don't know the nature of your relationship…” He watched Bruce carefully as he spoke.  “… but she seemed to respond positively when I stressed that I wanted her because of her skill, not because of any association with you.”

Bruce looked down and nodded.  “There is no relationship. She didn't know.”

“So her being your daughter isn't the reason if you manipulated Candice into looking into her and offer her to the rest of us as a possible designer for the product like it was her own idea?” Lucius raised a disbelieving eyebrow.

“I knew.  She didn't,” Bruce admitted.

Lucius nodded in understanding.  “Until when?”

“This morning, I imagine,” Bruce sighed.

Lucius raised an eyebrow at him, vividly recalling her behavior at the gala.  The way she’d balked at meeting him in his office at WE.  The way she’d frozen immediately upon seeing Bruce, all her fire and confidence falling instantaneously.  The way she’d been almost begging for a way out from having to spend time with Bruce.  “You think she didn’t know before the gala?”

Bruce scrunched his face in indignation. “No.  Sabine would have told me if she’d told her.”

Lucius shook his head incredulously. “Alright.”  If Bruce wanted to believe that, he wasn’t going to correct him. “So you were going to stay out of it and manipulate everything from behind the scenes?  Only exposing your relationship when you felt comfortable with it?”  Bruce looked down and nodded.

Lucius narrowed his eyes at him, his gaze suddenly sharp.  He tossed the file in his hand onto Bruce’s desk.  “I didn’t take you for a coward, Mr. Wayne.”

Bruce sighed as he watched him walk out of the room. His gaze fell on the file Lucius had left behind on his desk, the file on DCD with Marinette’s picture on the front. He pulled the picture off of the file to look closer.  He smiled as his mind flashed back to innocent baby eyes blinking back at him. Her eyes hadn’t changed in twenty years. Still the same bright, brilliant, hopeful eyes.  His mother’s eyes.  He could see it almost as soon as she was born.  He could never allow those eyes to be hurt, could never bear to see them in pain, which is all his life seemed to be.

“Then you don’t really know me,” he mumbled as he put the picture back and turned away, his eyes landing on the phone.  He took a deep breath and got ready for the conversation he had to have next.  He picked up the phone and dialed the number he knew by heart.  He squeezed his eyes shut in frustration realizing he had memorized it not because he’d actually dialed it enough to have the muscle memory, but because he’d intentionally committed it to memory.

“That took longer than expected,” Sabine answered on the second ring, annoyance clear in her voice.

Bruce let out a deep sigh.  He wasn’t expecting this call to go well, but he needed her help. “I was handling the rest of my family. They didn’t take to the news that they had a sister I never told them about too well.”

“Shocking,” Sabine deadpanned.  “And how did Marinette take it?”

Bruce hesitated unsure of how to answer that. “You haven’t spoken with her yet.” The disappointment in her voice was almost palpable.  Bruce could almost feel it slapping him across the face and pulling him down to her level.

“I don’t want to mess this up,” he admitted more honestly than he had intended.  “More than I have already.  I don’t want to drive her away by saying the wrong thing,” he chuckled mirthlessly at himself again, “and we both know that’s absolutely something I would do.  I need to know the best way to approach her.  What do I need to do?”

Sabine sighed and Bruce could hear her shuffling around until letting out a lighter sigh like she was sitting down.  “Well, everything’s going to be pretty raw for her. That’s the first thing.  She hasn’t had time to process this.  She needs to process in order to know how she wants to respond.  If you approach her before she’d had time to process, she’s going to freak out on you or just shut down completely, cold, detached.  Did I mention she sometimes takes after you, especially since Hawkmoth?

“But, she tends towards anxiety and overreaction spirals that she has to be brought out of.  Her friends are there, so see if she wants them with her whenever you meet. They’ll know how to bring her out of it and calm her down.  She might need a few more days before she can meet in person, but don’t wait until then to contact her.”

Bruce nodded, fighting the urge to take notes. That would be inappropriate right? To write down psychological insights into his own daughter?  “Yeah, a few hours isn’t all that much time to process,” he agreed absentmindedly, still trying to figure out how many notes would be acceptable.  He almost jumped in his seat when Sabine started cackling.  He did accidentally ram his arm hard enough to bruise on the point sticking up from the remnants of the broken armrest.

He sputtered until she took pity on him. “You think she’s only known for an hour?”

Bruce paused and stared at the phone, trying to process her words.  “You told her?” he was too shocked to be upset yet.

“No,” she answered quickly.  “I don’t know how she found out but she knew before today.”

“You think she knew when she planned to come here,” he said incredulously.

“No, definitely not when she first planned it,” she corrected him.

“How can you be so certain?”

Sabine chuckled ruefully.  “She's not like us Bruce.  She can't lie to save her life.  She's terrible at it.  She wears her heart on her sleeve.  If she knew she was going to see her biological father for the first time, without him expecting it, she would’ve been anxious, fidgety when she told me the plan to go to Gotham.  She wasn't.  This was all about Max.  

“I have no idea what point between last Monday and today she figured it out.  But, I can say that she's not answering my calls now.  I expected her to call and laugh about it or get anxiety about it because she felt bad for causing you trouble.  She didn’t.  She asked Adrien to let us know she needs space.  So she knew.”

Bruce let out a frustrated groan.  “She's upset.”

Sabine took a beat before responding.  “I'm not sure since I haven’t gotten to speak to her about it.  But, knowing her I’d bet on confused rather than upset.  Hurt.  Betrayed. Can you blame her?”  There was an extended pause while they both tried to process what they knew and how to respond.

After a minute of silence, Sabine spoke up a wry tone to her voice.  “You know, she’s always been an extremely cheery child.   Wouldn't know she was related to you at all when she was younger,” she laughed lightly, “well, people who bought into your socialite persona might, but nobody that knows you, really knows you and your brooding nature.  She always tries to see the best in everyone and bring it out.  

“She used to come into the bakery when we had customers and no matter what mood they were in, they would leave smiling.  Even the ones in the worst mood would be laughing by the time they left.  She just had that effect on people.

“But the one thing she could never stand, that drove her crazy, was a liar.  She can’t stand lying and liars.”  Her voice suddenly turned sharp and serious.  “And she just found out, and not from us,” she emphasized, “that we lied to her about this her whole life and that you never wanted her around but did want other kids around.”

“That is absolutely not the case and you know it,” Bruce roared instantly.

Sabine made a few placating noises.  “You know that.  And I know that… on some level.  But she doesn't.”  She stressed.  “I have no idea how you’re going to prove it to her now.  Because all she sees is that you walked away when she was one and never turned back.  Not until the media got involved and forced you to.  And she doesn’t even know that much actually.  Really all she knows is you walked away.  That's what you're going to be up against; her thinking that she is a burden, a prop for you, that all your interest is feigned.”

“Inadequacy issues,” Bruce nodded.  Memories of Damian’s first years in the manor flashed through his mind.  He shuddered at the memory of Damian trying to kill Dick his first night and trying to kill Tim the first time he saw him, believing he was interfering with his birthright.  “But not violent, right?” he asked cautiously.  Because if she was anything like Damian, they were going to have to take some precautions, not that Sabine had given him any reason to suspect that. But then again, it would mean she wanted to be part of their family, so that was at least a starting point.

Sabine laughed.  “Marinette violent?  She’ll rip you to shreds if you touch one of her friends, but verbally.  She couldn’t fight her way out of a paper bag.”

Her reassurance made Bruce frown more.  That was good… kind of.  He didn’t have to worry about her attacking the other kids, not that he was worried about that, really.  Nothing he had ever heard about her or seen so far would indicate that was something he needed to be concerned about.  But that also mean she had no way of protecting herself if she ever got kidnapped or caught in a rogue attack.  

Maybe that was something Damian could help her with. He was an excellent fighter and it was something he greatly enjoyed.  He felt at ease when he was practicing or sparring.  Maybe that was a way they could bond, Damian sharing something important to him.  Bruce immediately grimaced at the idea.  There was no way Damian teaching someone with no fighting experience how to fight ended well for either of them.  It was more likely to result in a frustrated Damian and a bloodied, bruised, and scared Marinette.

Dick!  Dick could teach her, or Tim.  Both also excellent fighters and both much more likely to go slowly, easing her into something her body had never been used to.  Bruce nodded to himself.  Dick would jump at the chance to work with her.  And Tim, although less enthusiastic, would be more than willing to help make sure she could protect herself.

Bruce took a breath and focused back on the conversation at hand.  “So… go slowly.  Ask if she would be okay with meeting first.  Give her time to adjust before the meeting.  Try to figure out how to reassure her my interest in a relationship with her has nothing to do with the media.”  He nodded with a grimace.  “That shouldn’t be too hard.”

He could hear Sabine’s reassuring smile through the phone.  “As long as she’s had time to process, it should be okay.  She’s helped friends go through the same thing.  It shouldn’t be too hard once you get past the initial part.”

“Right.  I can do this.” Bruce said, more to himself than Sabine.

“And Bruce?”  Bruce was immediately tense from the edge in her seemingly sweet voice. “Protect our girl.  This is a lot for her all at once.”

Bruce breathed out a relieved sigh.  “I will.”

“Because if you don’t, not even Batman will be able to protect you.”

Bruce blinked a few times and opened his mouth only to snap it shut quickly, unsure if he even wanted to figure out if that was a veiled reference or not.  After a few seconds he nodded resolutely, deciding it didn’t matter.  “I understand.”

“Good day, Bruce,” Sabine said sweetly.

“Good night, Sabine,” Bruce answered with a smile, wondering just how much of her mother Marinette had replicated.

Chapter 6

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» pairing: dabi x fem!reader

» cw: dubcon, revoked consent, noncon (we’re going on a journey, okay?), rimming, anal fingering, anal sex, crying, gratuitously fanon characterization. 18+, minors DNI.

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The thing about Dabi is he's not usually a possessive guy. Fucking is fucking, as far as he's concerned—it doesn't really matter who is doing it with whom as long as everyone is getting off on it. But goddamn if there isn't something about you that makes him want to make you his.

And he's gotten that, more or less. It took some sweet talking and cajoling, and a few late nights where he made you come until you couldn't see straight, but you agreed not to go sleeping with anyone else. Sure, you've made him promise the same, but that's fine. Not that he's going to actually stop, of course, but he goes out on recruiting missions alone and he figures what you don't know won't hurt you.

That's all enough to satisfy him, at least for a little while. But then a few weeks pass and there it is again: that stupid jealousy and all those unbidden thoughts about the people you were with before him. People he knows. You never talk in too much detail about your past hookups, but he's not stupid, is all too aware that he's not the first one in this ragged band of miscreants that you've crawled into bed with. You've fucked Jin, and Shigaraki, and probably even Magne, god rest her soul—Dabi hadn't missed the way the two of you had huddled up giggling in the corner of the old bar one night, disappearing together unusually early, making those bedroom eyes at each other. And in theory that's fine. Nothing wrong with two girls having fun together, after all. Hell, bi chicks are hot and Dabi wouldn't mind taking advantage of that someday.

But first he needs to find a way to get the image of you with your legs spread for half the League out of his goddamn head.

If he's being honest, it's Shigaraki who bothers him the most. Magne is dead. Jin is a decent dude and, Dabi has to imagine, tame as a kitten in the sack. But Shigaraki, well...Dabi can tell just by looking at the guy that he's a freak, and the idea of you riding Shigaraki's dry, crusty dick, of letting him do who-knows-what filthy shit to you? It just gets to him.

And then Toga has to suggest that stupid game and go putting ideas in his head.

You're all sitting around the crumbling office space that passes for a hideout, drinking to celebrate the League's first successful double-amputation (because fuck that germophobic, transphobic prick), and blondie is just begging to play a drinking game. Normally Dabi doesn't go for that shit—why anyone needs an excuse to get wasted is beyond him—but he's in a good mood, and you make that adorable pouty face as you tell him that you played in college, that it's really fun, and somehow he finds himself sitting in a circle on the dusty floor with the rest of you losers playing 'I haven't' or whatever the fuck it's called.

It's all bland shit to start. Toga's never driven a car, Shigaraki's never gone to school. But, after you've made your way around the circle once, everyone seems to be loosening up and Spinner takes one for the team by getting to the interesting shit and admitting he's never slept with a girl. It spurs a moment of awkward silence made all the worse by his red face and obvious self-consciousness about being a virgin, but then Compress stage-whispers "Neither have I," before winking salaciously at the blushing lizard and taking a dramatic pull from his beer bottle. It's enough to lighten the mood.

After that, Dabi's forced to admit it's a decent game. There's not much he hasn't done sexually or criminally, and since those are the two topics everyone focuses on, he finds himself getting hammered faster than usual. It's a good thing too—his buzz makes it easier to ignore the look you and Shigaraki exchange when Jin announces that he's never tried watersports, easier to pretend his gut isn't twisting at the knowing smirk on your leader's face as he raises his beer bottle to drink and you follow suit.

That particular moment makes it all the more surprising when, on your next turn, you hide an embarrassed face behind your hand and announce that you've never taken it in the ass.

Dabi can't stop thinking about it the rest of the night. Obsessing over it, and the idea of being your first, your only, even if only in some less than conventional way. The thing is, it's downright tame in comparison to a lot of what you two get up to, so barely even kinky that it's almost impossible to believe you've never tried it. Sure, you've never done it together, but he'd just figured neither of you were all that into it, since it hadn't come up when you were doing lewd shit to each other.

That kind of sex is fine from his perspective, but only fine. He doesn't actively seek it out because in his mind nothing beats the feel of being balls-deep in a warm pussy, but that doesn't mean he hasn't done it. He's hooked up with plenty of girls that were into it and has always been happy to oblige; hell, he's even taken it more than once, on account of the fact that when it comes to the bedroom he's willing to try anything twice.

But doing it with you? Well, that thought sticks. The two of you finally go to bed and Dabi's so turned on by the idea of your virgin ass that he can't help testing the waters, prodding teasingly at that tight hole with one spit-slicked finger until you're squirming away and whining. He doesn't manage to convince you right then, but he makes those puppy dog eyes that are far more effective than they have any right to be, and you agree to give it a go in the future.

"Not here," you specify, the words fuzzy on your drunken tongue. "Someplace nicer, with a real bed." You already have your reservations, and you certainly don't relish the idea of undertaking that particular venture now, on a worn mattress in this falling apart building, with its paper-thin walls and complete lack of hot water. Between your booze-fueled haze and the seeming interminability of the League's poverty, you mostly forget about that casual promise by the following morning.

But Dabi doesn't. He picks up a small bottle of lube the next day and carries it around in his pocket shamelessly, a little reminder that he has something to look forward to besides roasting that prick Endeavor, and he strokes himself off to the idea more than he's proud to admit as he waits for the League to move on to better things. He can be patient, when he needs to be.

That patience takes a toll though, and the minute the League settles into their new digs in Re-Destro's sprawling villa, where there's actually privacy and clean, comfortable beds, Dabi shows up at your door with a cheshire grin and every intention of finally getting something from you that's just for him.

You grimace when you remember that promise, try briefly to talk him out of it even, but he isn't so easily dissuaded. It's made all the harder by the fact that you can't give him a specific reason why you've never tried it, beyond that it seems uncomfortable and you hadn't particularly enjoyed the couple instances when you'd allowed someone to slip a finger or two in there.

"C'mon, baby girl," Dabi coos, his breath hot in your ear as he pins you to the wall, working two unnaturally warm fingers into your cunt. "I'll make sure it's good for you. Be gentle, get you nice and warmed up first, all that sweet shit."

It really is unfair how persuasive he can be when he fixes those pleading turquoise eyes on you. The way the pads of his fingers are curling just right deep inside isn't helping either, and he teases you like that until you give in to his cajoling, though you still insist on waiting a couple nights so that you can do your research and make sure you're entirely prepared. Dabi demonstrates his appreciation by burying his face in your cunt and not surfacing for air until you've come three times and are begging for a break.

When the night finally arrives, Dabi's feeling positively giddy. He slips into your bedroom with a bottle of wine and a couple glasses he's brought, a little something to help you relax because he's a gentleman when he wants to be. It should be good booze too—he lifted it from Re-Destro's private stash, and he's certain baldy doesn't drink anything that costs less than ¥30,000. Of course, Re-Destro doesn't love sharing either, but the uptight prick is too scared of Shigaraki to complain about anything the League does. They all take advantage of that, because they can and because it's fun to watch him bite his tongue when they piss him off.

You don't make it easy for Dabi to focus on pouring the drinks though, not when you're reclining in that armchair by the window, freshly showered and fidgeting nervously. He was half-erect before he got here from just thinking about what he was going to do to you, and the sight of you acting like you're some blushing virgin spurs him all the way to rock-hard. By the time your glasses are close to empty, he's straining uncomfortably in his pants, and can't fight back his impatience any longer.

"What do you think, doll?" he murmurs, setting his glass to the side and standing up, shrugging his jacket off before leaning down to ghost his lips over your neck. "You ready to move this to the bed?"

The way you chew at your lower lip anxiously before nodding makes his dick throb.

You empty your glass with one final, large swallow, your heart racing as you rise. You know it's stupid—you and Dabi have fucked countless times and a lot of it hasn't exactly been vanilla—but it's been a long time since you've actually tried anything new. His obvious excitement doesn't help either, paradoxically; it leaves you fretting about what will happen if you're somehow bad at this, or if you can't take it and have to stop. You've never really worried about disappointing him before, but now the thought weighs acutely on your mind.

It's with halting steps that you approach the bed and then, when you can't realistically drag your feet any longer, you finally tug the nightgown you're wearing off your shoulders, letting it fall to the floor to reveal what's underneath.

"Damn, baby girl," Dabi breathes, looking you up and down. You'd figured that since it was a special occasion you might as well dress up, donning a strappy bra and panties. They're little more than elaborate, crisscrossing pieces of lace, all white since he'd seemed so fixated on this pseudo-innocent, first-time act. His reaction doesn't disappoint, eyes lighting up as he stares at you hungrily.

You let yourself fall back on the bed, nestling against the many pillows. The look on his face has your stomach fluttering, and the wine has helped you to relax a bit despite your nerves, a pleasant warmth spreading throughout your body. It's joined by a different kind of heat when you feel the mattress dip beneath Dabi's weight as he positions himself over you, one knee resting between your thighs, just barely brushing against your center, a hint of what's to come.

"You look so good I could just eat you up," Dabi whispers hotly against your ear before tracing his lips over your jaw. Even though he wants to take his time, let himself savor this, it's taking every ounce of patience he has to keep the promise he made to get you worked up and ready for him, to not to tear those pretty bits of satin and lace off and have his way with you right then.

You whine eagerly when his mouth slants hungrily over yours, savoring the feel of those mismatched lips, the way the rough skin of the bottom one contrasts so deliciously with the top. Hot hands run over your sides as the kiss deepens, your tongues tangling together, and you moan against him.

When you finally break for air, Dabi moves his lips to your throat, his tongue lapping at your pulse before he sinks his teeth into you. He loves to mark you up, loves making sure everyone can see that you're indisputably his, and it's even hotter now that he knows he's going to fuck you in a way no one else has. You're shivering beneath him as he works, your hand tugging insistently at his hair, and Dabi lets out a low, throaty growl.

"Guess I'm not the only one who's eager, huh?"

Your hips tilt in response, pressing needily into his firm thigh, and Dabi can feel the skin on his cheeks straining against his staples as he grins. He traces one hand up over your ribs, cupping at your supple breasts, teasing your hardening nipple through the flimsy fabric of your bra. Those deft fingers work under the seam of your lingerie as he shifts his weight, increasing the pressure against your center while he pinches and tugs at the peaks of your breasts until you're whimpering, spreading slick along his leg even through your thin panties.

Dabi pulls away abruptly, rolling onto his back and tugging at you to change positions, shaking his head when you move to mount his hips.

"Come here, baby girl," he says, his tongue tracing over his bottom lip. "Like I said, I wanna eat you up."

The promise in those words sends a bolt of heat straight through your core as he guides you to straddle his face, hot breath tickling your inner thighs. One calloused thumb brushes your clit lightly through your underwear, blue eyes sparkling when your breath hitches at that soft touch. When he pulls that useless fabric to the side and runs his tongue over your already-damp slit, you shudder.

Dabi lets out a pleased groan at your reaction and gets to work more earnestly, lapping at your sensitive nub, licking and sucking until you're moaning and only then shifting a little so that he can lap at your insides, that same rough thumb replacing the pressure of his tongue on your clit. It strokes firm circles as he buries that hot, wet muscle inside you, the metal barbell there teasing your inner walls as you grind involuntarily against it. You can't help but whine when he withdraws it, but that disappointment is quickly replaced by you startling as that same wet muscle extends further back to tease at your puckered entrance.

"A-ah, Dabi, wait," you protest, your face heating up self-consciously almost at once.

Dabi pauses, shifting just enough to keep his reply from being muffled as one warm hand runs reassuringly up your thigh. "I don't think I can help myself, doll," he says, his slick-coated lips splitting into a wide grin, "you just taste too good."

That heat in your face worsens as he dives back in, not even waiting for you to respond before he's flexing his tongue to poke at that tight ring of muscle. You still try to squirm away, feeling unprepared for this. You hadn't even considered it among the possible activities were volunteering to participate in, but Dabi is holding you firmly in place with the hand not working at your clit, and when another whine of protest escapes you, it's weaker than the first. The foreign sensation of his tongue against your neglected hole has you hyperaware of the press of his thumb at your apex, and you can feel tension building in your core even as you writhe in embarrassment.

It's as though he knows, too, and you suppose maybe he does; after all, he's the one who's done this before. He thrusts his tongue a little deeper, rolling your clit between two hot fingers with enough pressure to cut off any further protests. A long moan is the only sound you can muster as you spill over the edge, your thighs clenching around his head and your hips jerking shakily as you ride out your climax with his tongue still buried obscenely in your rear.

Dabi's face is covered in your juices by the time he slides from between your thighs, and he wipes it away carelessly with one arm as he repositions you again, pinning you on your back and wasting no time peeling away your now-soaked panties. He grins at the sight of your glistening folds and swollen clit before stripping off most of his own clothes, kicking them unceremoniously to the side and relaxing between your legs, kissing at your still-trembling thighs.

He teases at your sensitive cunt with his fingers, coating them in your juices as you whimper. "Ready for a little more?" he asks, and you nod despite the fact that your cheeks are still burning from before and your stomach is knotting with nerves.

"Just...go slow, okay?"

"Of course, baby girl," he promises, "I told you I'd take good care of you." With that, he starts to work you open, dipping one finger into your tight hole just until he reaches the first knuckle, working it in and out slowly. His other hand toys at your clit, stroking and rolling that puffy nub again, making you mewl.

Dabi waits until you're relaxed before trying any more, pulling away from you just long enough to dig the lube from the pocket of his discarded pants, coating his fingers with it. He works that lone finger deeper this time, in and out until it's buried to the last knuckle.

The sensation is strange, but not entirely unpleasant; even if you think you'd rather have that finger curling in your cunt, the slight stretch is still adding to the faint throb already growing inside you, the one that worsens when his thumb returns to your apex.

"Fuck, you're so tight," Dabi growls when one well-placed stroke of his thumb has you clenching lightly around his finger. He ruts his hips against the sheets, trying vainly to find some relief for his aching member, but it's not enough—he needs to feel you, needs the vice-like grip clutching his fingers to be wrapped around his cock, and he needs it soon.

You feel him withdraw to add more lube, and then he's fingering you again, adding another digit to stretch you wider. It comes with a stab of discomfort when he forces his way past the second knuckle, and you reflexively try to pull back. "Dabi, that's too much."

He abandons his soothing attentions to your clit, one warm palm pressing you tight against the mattress to keep you in place, stroking soothingly at your hip. His breath tickles over your inner thigh as he chuckles softly. "If you can't take this, how are you ever gonna take me, hmm?" he says teasingly. "You're doing great, baby, just relax."

You will yourself to unclench, trying to picture Dabi's satisfied face once you're taking him, that adoring look he sometimes gives you, the one that you relish. Your efforts are only marginally effective, but Dabi keeps pushing deeper, fucking you slowly but insistently with those fingers, and when you don't complain again, his thumb returns to caressing your sex.

"That's a good girl." Dabi picks up the pace, cursing under his breath. "You're doing so good."

You're wriggling against his hand now, trying to increase the friction at your center, not quite minding the foreign sensation of his fingers and the uncanny fullness they bring so much now that there's heat thrumming in your core. "Y-yeah, like that," you pant encouragingly, and Dabi grins.

"That doing it for you?" he purrs. "Think you can take more?"

You start to shake your head—the stretch now feels like all you can handle—but Dabi's already adding a third slick finger, shoving it in with less restraint than before. You feel more than discomfort this time when three knuckles breach your asshole, and it quickly dampens the arousal that had been steadily building. "Dabi, slow down," you gasp.

"Aw, are you sure you can't handle it?" His blue eyes meet yours, pupils blown wide with arousal as he looks you over with the hungry gaze. "'Cause if I'm being honest, it feels like you're trying to suck me in. Like this greedy little hole wants to get fucked."

The huskiness of his voice sends a shiver down your spine, even as another whine of discomfort escapes you. For just a second his expression darkens slightly, but then he's slowing his movements, twisting his fingers instead of thrusting them in and out.

"Better?" he asks, and you think you catch an edge of impatience in his voice.

It is better though, a little at least, enough that you can focus on the way your cunt flutters every time his thumb strokes over your clit. So you just nod; it's not like this wasn't bound to be a little unpleasant at points, right?

Dabi's smile stretches wider, his thumb working faster. A mewl slips from between your lips and Dabi takes that as encouragement, his fingers resuming their persistent thrusts. It's still uncomfortable, though not quite as bad as when he started, and your teeth sink into your lower lip to bite back your complaints. You let your eyes fall closed instead, trying to focus on his attentions to your hooded nub, on the heat that's pooling in your lower belly. You're inching towards another release, and you let a hand lift to your breast, tweaking at the pebbled flesh of one nipple to help yourself along.

"D-dabi, I'm close," you stammer, your hips bucking against his hand.

"Yeah?" His movements speed up, his voice breathy and excited. "Do it, baby girl. Come for me and then I'm gonna fuck this tight little ass of yours."

You swallow hard, trying not to dwell on those words for now—you can tell you've loosened up more, tolerating the jab of his fingers, but his cock is substantially larger than those, all too intimidating. Thankfully, it's not hard to remain distracted, to focus only on your approaching peak.

Dabi can feel that orgasm rip through you when it hits, your asshole clenching around his fingers as you keen, and it's then that he reaches the limits of his patience. He needs you now, needs the thrill of burying himself in your tight ass and claiming you for his own, of reaching his own release deep inside and then watching his seed spill out afterwards. What a satisfying sight that will be.

He scrambles up from between your legs to catch your lips with his, fumbling his boxers off as his tongue invades your mouth. When he pulls away, his eyes are bright, needy. "Ready for me?" he asks.

You're not, not really, but you can see the fervor in his eyes, hear the urgency in his voice, and you convince yourself that he won't be able to work you open much more with his fingers no matter what. Your agreement doesn't matter anyway—he's already rolling you onto your side and slotting his chest against your back, his straining erection poking at the cleft between your thighs.

"Like this?" you ask, surprised by the choice of position.

"Just like this," he pants in your ear. His teeth nibble at your lobe as he slicks his cock generously with lube. "Want you spooned against me so I can see those cute faces you make, feel you squirming when you take me."

And fuck, when he slips one hand back down to finger your asshole one last time, it doesn't disappoint—your body ripples against him when that invasion catches you off guard, and he can see the way your lips part obscenely as you gasp at his touch. His fingers abandon your tight hole almost as quickly as they'd entered, and then Dabi is aligning himself with your entrance, using the last of his restraint not to slam his hips forward and bury himself inside with a single thrust.

You can feel the spongy head of his glans, and the slick coolness of the ring that adorns his tip, prodding at your rear. One of his arms worms its way under your side, his hand groping distractedly at your breasts as you tense in anticipation.

"Relax, baby girl," he murmurs, but he doesn't wait for you to even try. He's already slipping in, moving slowly until he encounters resistance an inch or so inside, and then pausing.

He has to struggle to keep his composure. Even like this, with not even the full head of his cock in your ass, his balls are tightening, just the thought of what he's doing nearly enough to send him over the brink. He waits until he's sure that won't happen and then starts moving, pushing insistently to work you open around his length with shallow thrusts.

"A-ah, Dabi, g-go easy," you stutter, already squirming. You can feel your body resisting the intrusion, so much larger than his fingers, and it aches slightly every time he tries to breach that inner ring.

"I am, baby, don't worry. I'll take care of you." His cheek is nuzzling against yours, his lips kissing and sucking wherever he can reach, but his motions don't change at all even as he murmurs so sweetly. He only slings one arm over your hips, toying lazily at your clit. That attention helps you relax, helps distract you a little, but it's not enough to prepare you for when he drives himself in further, finally surging past that taut band of muscle.

The invasion brings a sharp pain, one that has you crying out. Tears prick at the corners of your eyes, your body reflexively contorting to try and escape the cause of that hurt, but his arms tighten around you, holding you in place as he continues to work himself deeper with every thrust.

"Dabi, that hurts." Your words are sharper this time as each stroke sends another unpleasant throb through your overstretched hole, but his only response is to plunge the fingers rubbing at your clit into your dripping cunt.

"Shh, you're doing great." He curls his fingers, stroking against that spongy spot deep inside. It makes you writhe, but that does nothing to address the pain between your legs as he fucks you.

"Dabi, don't, that's not helping, I—"

"It's okay, baby girl, you're taking me so well," Dabi coos. You'll adjust, he knows you will—you're usually up for anything, of course you can take this. And fuck, there's no way he can stop now, not when it's even better than he'd imagined—hotter and softer, your pillowy walls enveloping his length every time he plunges into you, the exquisite tightness of your entrance massaging his shaft with each thrust.

"I'm not— I don't— I don't want to do this anymore." You can hear the desperate edge in your voice now. Your heart is racing and there's a cold sweat forming on your skin as tears of pain and confusion start to leak down your cheeks. "Dabi, stop."

"Shh, shh, you're fine. You—fuck—you feel so amazing. 'S never been this good with anyone else, fuck."

"I don't care, I don't want this." You can't understand what's happening, why he's not listening. You twist your head to look at him, pleading with your eyes, but he's barely even focusing on you. His blue eyes are glazed and half-lidded as his lips wander over your shoulders and your neck, all the while murmuring those useless reassurances against your skin. You're thrashing now, your feet scrambling for purchase on the sheets as you try frantically to pull away, but he keeps his tight grip on you, one of his legs hooking around your own to hold you in place. "Dabi, I said stop!"

He shushes you again, rutting into you harshly, and a choked sob escapes you when he bottoms out inside you, his hips flush against your backside as you struggle against him. You feel sick to your stomach, and it only worsens when he pulls out until nothing but his tip remains, then drives himself back in with one agonizingly rough thrust.

You keep begging, pleading, wracking your brain and trying every past safe word you can recall, but he only continues to pound into you, his breathing erratic as he pants in your ear. "It's okay, baby. You're taking my cock like such a good girl. You're—ngh—making me feel so good."

The ache between your legs is diminishing slightly as you adjust to his girth, your body entirely unconcerned with whether you want that or not. He's still fingering your sopping cunt too, his palm grinding against your oversensitive clit with each plunge of his long digits, the lewd squelching sound of those attentions mingling with the sharp slap of his hips against your ass as he fucks you.

"You like this?" he asks, but you know he's not really asking. "You like knowing I'm the only one? That I'm making you mine, just mine, just like how it should be?"

"Dabi, stop. Please stop." Your appeals are feeble now, far more for yourself than for him as you continue to utter them between quiet sobs. Dabi's somewhere far away, awash in the tight heat of your ass and the satisfaction of finally staking his claim on you, aware of your supplications but not hearing them, not really.

You slump, still sobbing, and let him take what he wants. His attentions to your cunt have a coil tightening in your gut, but when your climax hits it's perfunctory and mechanical, no real pleasure to be found even as your hips jerk and your holes spasm, a joyless whine passing from your lips.

No real pleasure for you, at least. But fuck, the feel of you squeezing around his cock as you come is what Dabi has been waiting for, your insides massaging his length as though desperate for him to decorate your walls with his cum. It's a gift he's glad to grant—he rocks his hips more urgently, keeping his thrusts shallow now so that he's sure to get it all deep inside.

"Fuck," he groans against your neck. "Gonna make me come, baby girl. That what you want? Want me to fill you up?" You shake your head, but his movements are already growing spurtive and erratic, his grunts louder and throatier, and then you can feel his cock jerking inside you, a hot rush of cum flooding your guts.

Dabi doesn't stop then, either, keeps fucking his seed into you until he's softening, not quite able to work himself in and out of your tight, abused hole any longer, and only then does he finally pull out, a dribble of cum leaking obscenely down your thigh.

You're sniffling, drawing shaky breaths, and you try to pull away the moment his arms relax around you. They only tighten again, his lips planting soft kisses along your temple.

"Shh," he murmurs. The sound of his shushing makes you want to scream. One hand lifts to wipe at the tears on your cheeks. "You were so good, baby girl, there's no need to cry. You were fucking incredible." He means it too, doesn't think he's ever come so hard in his life as he did now, making you his.

Dabi can't wait to do it again.

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[foli-vora]

more than words - pt.1

A/N: I’ve had this in my head for forever and a half so it feels good to finally sort my thoughts and random notes out. Hope you enjoy!

Summary: The one person who you thought would be happy for you finally getting with someone decent was your best friend. After all, he had set you both up. Who would’ve thought he’d be the reason it all falls apart?

Pairing: best friend!Benny Miller/f!reader, Frankie ‘Catfish’ Morales/f!reader

Word count: 1.6k

Warnings: alcohol consumption, swearing, mentions of sexual acts/sexual refences (no smut yet but it’s coming so this is strictly 18+)

pt.2 / pt.3 / pt.4 / pt.5 / pt.6

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Wednesday nights were pizza nights. A rule established in the early stages of your friendship with Benjamin Miller – a loud mouth, golden hearted ex-spec ops mess of a human being. A chance meeting one stormy day on the freeway, led to something you weren’t expecting – a friendship, and a solid one at that.

“– she damn near tried to suck the life out of me!”

“Jesus Ben, there are kids a table over.”

“So? They shouldn’t be eavesdroppin’ on conversations that don’t concern them.” He grins lopsidedly at your scowl of disapproval, ripping off a mouthful of pizza and humming as he chews it, head swaying to the faint music playing behind the bar. “You’re payin’, by the way.”

You snort quietly, “Don’t I always?”

He recoils, blinking in playful surprise. “Excuse you? I paid last…” he trails off, eyes rolling to the wall as he thinks but a frown soon pinches his brows. “It doesn’t matter. What matters is that I love you and I appreciate you.”

You laugh quietly, shaking your head as you signal for another round. “Anyways, reverting to our previous topic before you got carried away with your blowjob story.”

He makes a noise, snapping his fingers as he tries to rush chewing and swallowing his mouthful. “So,” he starts, “I’ve got a friend…”

You groan immediately, letting your head lull back. “Ben –”

This wasn’t anything new. Benny took it as his own personal mission to fix you up with anyone he thought could give you a good time and treat you well. Friends, colleagues, Hell – even his brother at one point. Will was lovely, by all means, but not your type. Both you and Will had agreed you were not a match in the slightest early in the evening, enjoyed a night of beer and pool, and then went your separate ways.

Although, now that you thought about it, Ben hadn’t mentioned setting you up with anyone for a long while. Not since before his mysterious trip.

You still didn’t know anything about it, other than he and some old work friends went on an apparent ‘vacation’. It was more than that – you knew it, and he knew you knew it, but you didn’t push the topic. Instead of interrogating him, forcing question after question on him, you let it go, sensing it was something he really didn’t want to talk about.

He had returned from that trip a few months ago, heavy with exhaustion and usually bright eyes dull and weary. You tucked him into your bed, and left him. He slept for hours. It wasn’t until much later that evening that you crept in to see how he was doing, and found him thrashing silently in the sheets, sweaty and incoherently mumbling, face pinched and puckered in pain. You didn’t wake him. Instead, you knelt beside the bed, softly stroking along his forehead until his erratic movements and breathing calmed. You didn’t bring it up.

“I know, I know,” he threw his hands up in defence with a small grin, “but I think you’ll like this one.”

“That’s what you always say.”

“No, I mean it this time. He’s a real good guy – one of my closest. I think you guys would really hit it off. I haven’t tried to set you up before because he was with the chick but she upped and left him alone with the baby and –”

“Sorry, what?”

“What?”

“He has a baby? Like a… like a child?”

Benny frowns defensively, “You’ve always said you want kids!”

“It’s still a huge commitment, Ben.”

“Jesus, I’m not walking you down the aisle! Just meet him and see where it goes. If it ends in some good sex, you say ‘thank you Ben’ and we move on. And if it ends in something more, you guys take it slow and buy me wings as a thank you.” He shrugs, looking thoroughly impressed with himself, and reaches for his beer, polishing it off in one swig.

“And what if it ends in bad sex?” You challenge, crossing your arms on the table and leaning forward to eye him critically.

He scoffs, “Woman please. I know my brothers. You’ll be in good hands.”

You take a moment to thank the waitress as she stops at your table with your beers. She lingers just a little on passing Ben his, an act he didn’t miss as he shoots her a wink and a honeyed, thanks sugar. She smiles, cheeks flooding with colour before she turns and waltzes off towards other customers, swinging her hips as she goes.

You’re expressionless when he finally turns back to you, “Sugar?”

“Shut your mouth.”

Façade cracking, a snicker falls past your lip and you chuckle. “Alright,” you concede, “you’ve got my interest. What’s his name?”

“Fish.”

… what?

“Come again?”

“Francisco – we call him Fish. Catfish, actually.”

“Your age?”

“Bit older.”

You sigh deeply, rolling your head on your shoulders in thought. You were curious, no doubt about it. Despite never being able to make anything last long-term out of the list of men Benny had set you up with, none of them were bad guys. They were all kind, funny and incredibly respectful. One great thing about Benjamin Miller was that he had an impeccable taste in character.

“I don’t know, Ben –”

He slips his phone from his pocket and swipes away at his screen before wordlessly handing you the device. It was a photo, taken from one of Benny’s many weekend trips into the wilderness. Your eyes are dragged from the incredible background of snow peaked mountains and lush green forests to the man standing beside Benny, tucked under his arm. Average build and height, a well-loved trucker cap hiding dark hair. Warm brown eyes, crinkled from a large dimpled grin between dark patched facial hair.

Benny, seeing the sudden spark of interest, grins around his beer bottle. “So, I’ll slip him your number?”

You tighten your jaw and hand his phone back, sniffing impassively as you reach for your beer. “If it means you’ll leave me alone, then fine.” You mutter coolly, ignoring his quiet chuckle.

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“Wait, wait – you have a best friend and it’s not one of us? I’m cut, Benny. Cut real deep.” Santiago Garcia was curious, to say the least. For years, he had known the youngest Miller and he had never mentioned anyone beyond their little circle or their families. “She cute?”

Benny huffs a chuckle, leaning across the pool table and lining up the final ball. “Hell yeah, she’s cute.”

“Where you been hiding her?”

“She moved away – only came back late last year.”

Santi hums, “Ironhead – she cute?”

Will half smiles, dragging his attention away from the pool table to shrug. “She’s alright.”

His bait works. Benny snaps it up – hook, line and sinker. He stands abruptly from his shot, cue just skimming the white ball, and points an angry finger in his brother’s direction, “I won’t take that shit. She’s a damn angel and you know it.”

Will chuckles to himself before returning his attention to Santi. “Yeah, she’s cute. Show ‘em.”

Benny briefly steps away from the pool table, opens his phone and brings up your Instagram profile, throwing it to Pope and letting him scroll through your feed.

“How come you’ve met her and we haven’t?” Pope aims his question at the older Miller brother, currently bent over the table and pocketing the black ball.

He half shrugs, straightening. “He set us up. It didn’t work out.”

Santi’s face puckers into a teasing glower, and he pouts at the younger Miller. “So, what? You set everyone else up and just leave me to die alone? What’s that about, Benjamin?”

Benny holds his arms out in obvious exaggeration, gesturing deliberately to himself. “You’ve got me.”

Frankie quietly sips his beer and watches in fond amusement, content to stay in the background and away from the bickering. Like Santi, his interest had been piqued but he was somewhat nervous about the situation. He already had feelings of apprehension returning to the dating scene after the shit show of a year he’d had, and those feelings tripled when it came to potentially dating someone close to one of his longest friends. He hadn’t dated in years. He was rusty. What if he disappointed you and Benny ended up kicking his ass? It could get messy real quick.

“I don’t know, man.” He finally pipes up, crossing his arms comfortably across his torso and reclining in the bar stool after peaking over Santi’s shoulder and at the screen he was lazily scrolling through. Ha. Way out of his league. “This kinda shit never works.”

“You sayin’ she’s not good enough for you?”

Frankie shakes his head, rolling his eyes. “You know I’m not.”

“Sounds like you are.”

“Quite the opposite.”

“I’ll take his spot. Give me her number.” Santi holds a hold out, clicking his fingers impatiently when Benny merely rolls his eyes. Pope grins, settling back into his seat and elbowing Frankie softly. “I think you should go for it, man. She seems great, and you need to get back out there.”

“I can’t, I’ve got Mena –”

“And Mena’s got her tío. Go for it. You’re just looking for excuses – no seas cobarde.”

Frankie chews on his lip as he gives it a bit of thought, wondering what’s the worst possible case scenario that could come from it. A busted lip? His self-image in ruins? Scared off from dating for the rest of his life? All things he could live with.

“… alright.”

Immediately, Benny perks up from setting the pool table with a large grin. “Yeah?”

Fish sighs, long and drawn out as Pope playfully pokes his side. “Yeah. Give me her number, I’ll message her now.” Before he freaks and changes his mind.

Maybe he was just thinking too much. What’s the worst that could happen?

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Tags: @anu-simps​

#francisco morales x reader #frankie morales x reader #francisco morales x you #frankie morales x you #francisco morales x f!reader #frankie morales x f!reader #frankie morales #francisco morales #benny miller x reader #benny miller #triple frontier #pedro pascal x reader

[issaxcharlie]

Someone To You

Pairing: Alive! Luke Patterson x Fem Reader

Summary: Y/N and Luke have been friends for most of their lives and have already spent some time in love, but not knowing how to jump from friends to lovers, they have been stranded in that rare transition for much longer than they should, something that does not go unnoticed neither for them nor for the members of the rock band.

A lot of Luke and Y/N fluff, and a lot of friendship between Y/N and the Sunset Curve boys💖 (oh and my usual nonsense)

Word count: +3k

Songs used: Kiss me by Ed Sheeran and Follow You by Echosmith

Two in the morning and Y/N has been lying on her bed for twenty minutes trying to go back to sleep without any success. She is about to give up and go to get her journal when an unmistakable knock on the window echoes through the room.

She gets up and turns on the lamp before going to open the lock, her best friend entering the room seconds later and closing the window again before turning to her. The second they are face to face, Y/N lunges at him, entwining her legs tightly across his waist, her face buried completely in his neck, letting the familiarity of his body and scent wash over her.

“Oh god, I missed you.” He whispers in a husky voice, putting his hands on her hips and carefully kicking off his vans with his feet, then moving to her bed, dropping her gently on her usual side.

That's when he can see the girl's face with attention, her features slightly illuminated by the night lamp and making clear that she had been awake before he arrived.

“Difficult night eh?” He asks just before pushing his body forward to jump to the other side of the bed, and she lets out a sweet wholehearted laugh when he stumbles at the last second and ends up falling on his belly on her hips. “This was supposed to be way cooler and smoother.”

“I know Lu, maybe try to just walk next time?”

“Y/N, darlin’. Rockstars don’t just walk, we have to do everything with style.” He gets up and lightly kisses her on the cheek before stepping carefully around her to lie down on his side.

“My mistake, Lucas.” She teases with a smirk and he frowns before playfully sticking his tongue out at her. “Now, what happened? Whenever you appear at the window out of nowhere, it’s because you feel overwhelmed."

He analyzes what she said silently. All the times that he has entered through that window passing through his head, as well as all the hugs and cuddles received. All the years, and feelings and memories making him feel blessed to love her. "I guess you are right, you are my safe place." Y/N's face lights up, and she confidently moves closer to give him a soft kiss on the nose. “And you are mine. Now, spill, handsome.”

He smiles at the compliment, and makes an exaggerated wink that makes her snort. “My mom made me leave the house almost impossible, I was minutes away to miss the gig. I don't understand why it's so hard for her to understand that this is what I was born to do. If I want to be someone in this life, I have to continue on this path, no matter what. I don't want to die and just vanish, I want to leave a mark. We all want our lives to be great and to be remembered." Luke drops his head against the pillow and covers his eyes with his hands, letting his annoyance out.

“I get you, and you know I will always support you.”

“But…”

“But I just want you to know this. You are someone, Luke. To me, to Reggie, Alex, Bobby, and no matter how much you guys argue, you are someone to your parents. You don't need to connect with everyone to make an impact, just with the people who matter to you.”

He moves his hands behind his head and stares in silence at the ceiling for a few seconds, and then turns to see her with the most charming smile in his repertoire. “Will you come to the Orpheum after we nail the audition?” Anyone would be disconcerted by his attitude, but for Y/N it is a typical Luke Patterson defense mechanism. Whenever he feels like the conversation is getting too heavy or when he just doesn't want to respond, he drastically changes the subject with his best smile to try and distract her.

“Of course I will, It’ll be one of the most important days of your life, I would never miss it. And I would not change you singing in my ear for anything, but there is something so special when you are on stage, it is like being in front of the microphone sets your soul on fire.” She replies with a delighted smile.

"I totally get what you mean. So, you like me to sing you to sleep, huh? C’mere beautiful." He requests before trapping her against him, his calloused fingers quickly finding her hair, stroking it gently as he sings in her ear.

“Settle down with me, cover me up, cuddle me in. Lie down with me, and hold me in your arms” He stops for a second to meet her eyes again and give her a light kiss on the forehead, before confidently singing the chorus. “Kiss me like you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved, you wanna be loved. This feels like falling in love, falling in love, falling in love.”

Y/N smiles against his neck before finally falling asleep, the peace Luke always gives her completely invading her and melting her in his arms.

In the morning Y/N snaps her eyes open when she raises her arm to wrap her best friend’s waist and finds the space empty. She sits down and finds a note on her nightstand, Luke's unmistakable handwriting peeking out due to a poorly folded sheet.

“Good morning darlin’, sorry for leaving without saying goodbye, I had to go to the last rehearsal before the auditions. After that we will pick you up to go celebrate <3

PS: you look so hot while you drool my shoulder and the pillows."

-Luke

The girl can't help but blush, and furiously examines the pillow to see if she actually did it, only to find another little note below it.

“Gotcha.” She rolls her eyes and a little laugh escapes her lips.

Today is a ridiculously important day in the lives of the boys, if they manage to be among the 10 chosen for the second part of the contest, they will compete in the legendary Orpheum for the opportunity to land a record deal.

The four of them have been working like crazy even though the situation with their families has been getting worse in recent weeks, none of them have even thought about giving up. Without much to do during her day off, Y/N allows herself to remember the feeling of being in Luke's arms, the conversation she had with Alex and Bobby just a few days before in the back of her head.

“Why are we doing this again?” Alex asks clearly annoyed while Bobby and Y/N laugh, turning to see Luke and Reggie jamming some songs across the sidewalk, in front of one of the hottest clubs in LA.

“Something about making the band better known before auditions.” she reports, as she closes the buttons on Luke's bleached jean jacket she's wearing.

“I understand that, but couldn’t he wait til tomorrow? We practiced all day, I’m tired as fuck.” The blond replies, getting irritated from exhaustion.

Bobby yawns, his eyes getting heavier as he rests his head in Y/N’s shoulder. “Muffin, I swear, your man has infinite energy.”

“He is not my man, Bobs.” She answers as she rests her head on his, ruffling his hair gently.

"Well maybe you should let him know, because he refers to you as his girl all the time." Bobby informs her, raising his head to see her reaction.

“He does?” Even in the dark both boys can see how red her cheeks are, and how the smile on her face grows with each passing second. Bobby decides to take a chance and keep teasing her.

“My girl is so insanely talented, that’s my sweet girl, my girl said this and I thought it was so freaking awesome because I’m hopelessly in love with her.”

“Man, that was so accurate. 10/10.” Alex replies while laughing, they lean in to highfive above her head, and she can't help but blush even more at her friend's words.

“You guys are the worst.” She wrinkled her nose and they both turned to see each other, agreeing silently that now is the moment to ask one of the questions they had wanted to ask her for months.

“Since we met you are in this strange relationship, in which you are both aware that you are in love with each other, but neither of you does anything. What are you waiting for?" Bobby asks, indicating Alex to support him with his eyes.

“Yeah bro after 3 years, it gets kind of old.” He adds, trying to sound cool.

“I guess, we just think it is not the right time. Since you started the band he has worked tirelessly on his career as a musician and that is what I want him to focus on. We both know what is in our hearts and for now that is more than enough.” She blurts out, trying to get her thoughts in order.

“That was so cheesy I want to die.” Alex answers in reflex, and his eyes go wide when he realizes what he said.

“Oh my God, Alex. Go away! I will never open my soul to you again.”

The girl blushes again, a small smile at the corner of her lips as she remembers how after that her friends continued to tease her with Luke and called her Mrs Patterson for the rest of the night, both she and Luke totally embarrassed when they continued to tease them in the truck on the way home. She decides to get out her notebook and try to write a song, which she hadn't done since Luke formed Sunset Curve, and by the time she finished she had just some minutes before the boys arrived.

She managed to get ready in time, but what she found when she opened the door was not what she expected. The face that greeted her was Reggie's and not Luke's as always, and the sad little smile on the bassist's face wasn't normal either.

She instantly hugs him, making soft circles with her fingertips on his iconic leather jacket.

“Don’t worry about me, sunshine, I’m fine. But he needs you.” He takes her hand and walks toward Bobby's old truck, and Y/N is even more confused when she meets his beaming smile as they climb into the back of the vehicle. Alex is smiling too, but he looks clearly anxious, and Luke is nowhere to be found.

"Can someone explain to me what happened? Where is Luke?"

“We did it, muffin!” He embraces her excitedly, his clear happiness reassuring the stressed girl.

“Congrats guys! I’m so proud of you!” He released her and she hugs Reggie with her left arm and with her free one takes Alex's hand, who takes it in his and fondly kisses her knuckles.

“Thank you Y/N, but going back to Luke, we need your help. Things didn't go as smoothly as we expected and how to put it nicely… he lost it.” The blond informs her while anxiously playing with his necklace.

“You are the one who always shows him the way.” Reggie says with a bigger smile this time.

“Okay, start the truck Bobs, my man needs me.” Alex snorts a laugh and Bobby fulfills her request after smiling teasingly at her.

“You told Bobby he wasn’t your man.” Alex remarked with a smirk, turning his head toward the back seat to look into her eyes.

“And you told the boy at the club that you didn't know Reggie so you wouldn't have to give him his number. What's your point?” She answered swiftly with a mirrored smirk.

The drummer tries to counter attack but fails miserably, instead whispers a “...Well played.” and looks back to the front of the road.

“Was he cute?” Reg asks with genuine curiosity, and they all debate whether the boy was Reggie’s type or not on the way to where Luke is.

The boys leave her in the big park where the girl already imagined her best friend was, and she walks directly to the place where they sat millions of times throughout her childhood and adolescence, in their little corner of paradise. It doesn't take her long to find a disgruntled Luke sitting against their tree with his guitar three feet away, lying on the grass.

“You look so hot when you are frustrated.” Luke looks up and calms down when he meets her eyes. “I think you are the one who needs a song to relax now.” She adds, pointing out at the guitar. He nods and she picks it up, sitting between Luke's legs, her back leaning against his chest.

She blushes as she begins to play the song she finished composing just an hour ago, grateful that he can't see her face because of the position they are in. “I thank God for you all the time. Someone who knows my faults, but loves me despite them all. And you, I'll follow you just like that. Doesn't matter how far, If I have you, I have it all.”

She feels him kissing her hair, his heart beating just as fast as her own. “I think I found my soulmate, yes I do. I think I found the one who knows me. I don't wanna think about what it'd be like without you. Anywhere, I’ll follow you anywhere.”

When the song ends she freezes for a few seconds and Luke takes the opportunity to take the guitar and move it to the side, so that he can hug her closer to him, his arms around her waist while his chin rests on her shoulder.

“Your voice always shows me the way home.” Luke whispers sweetly in her ear, and Y/N instantly remembers Reggie said something similar in the truck, which means Luke had probably already expressed that thought to his friends, causing her to melt in his arms. She guesses it’s her turn to apply the famous Luke Patterson defense mechanism.

“What happened? I know you guys did pass, Bobby was so happy he wanted to cry.”

“We passed literally with the last ticket. They said they couldn’t see Sunset Curve, just another wannabe garage band, definitely not material for the big leagues.”

“Wow, that’s rough. And how did you react?”

"Reggie and Bobby held me by the arms and Alex by the back to stop me from going berserker." She smiles softly, imagining the scene clearly, and stretches her neck to see the guitarist's face.

“Lu, what else is bothering you?” He looks deep in thought, like he's forming multiple ideas in his head.

“I don't approve of everything they said, but I think maybe they have a point. I spent so much time trying to get the band to be material for a discography that I neglected our essence."

“Okay, then what’s the next move?”

“I have an idea, but I can’t do it without you.” He admits, staring deeply at her with his beautiful hazel eyes.

“Good thing you don’t have to. Luke, remember when we first met?” She asks, trying to distract him from his problems at least for today.

“Yeah, we were six. I told you I wanted to be a rockstar, and you said Lucas wasn’t a rockstar name, that I had to change it immediately.” He recalls with a soft smile.

“After that day you got angry every time someone dared to call you by your name.” She remembers the scene with a laugh.

“You have to admit, little Y/N was wise, you wouldn't have a band if you were still a Lucas.” He chuckles, caressing her hair lovingly., and she leans at the touch.”

“From that day I knew that I always wanted to be by your side. All my life I have tried to be someone, someone for my parents, for my friends, for the public, but I have never had to try with you.

I've always been someone for you... and that's more than enough. You've always known who I am, even when I'm not sure myself. You have always been patient and have loved me unconditionally, and I want you to know that you can always expect the same from me. god, I know since I was a kid I would do anything for you. I need you, I’m tired to wait for the correct moment, because every moment with you feels right.”

“Lu… is this a love confession?”

“I- yeah. But it’s so hard, I feel so many emotions right now and I really want to kiss the hell out of yo-” Y/N pulls him towards her connecting their lips hungrily, both melting into each other's mouths. He bites her lower lip slightly and separates a few seconds to admire her face, her eyes shining with love and lust.

“Darlin’, you can admit now your thing for rockstars. That’s exactly how you see me when I’m on stage.”

“I’ll admit it as soon as you admit you pretended to drown in the pool last year so I could give you mouth-to-mouth.”

“I would never do something like that… again.” They both laugh adoringly and Luke kisses her hard, determined to make up for all the lost time.

“Hey lovebirds, it’s time to go, Alex is minutes ago to snap at Reg and I don't want to end in the middle again, Reggie bit me last time.” They part abruptly, looking up at Bobby with daggers in their eyes.

“You can’t be all annoying all the time about our relationship and then ruin a moment like that.” she says clearly frustrated.

“Wow, eager much, muffin? someone is already whipped huh?” He jokes, causing Luke to put his finger in his mouth and then in his friend's ear.

“Bobby If you don’t shut up I swear-” She starts to fight, but he interrupts her.

“Are you guys dating now?” They both turn to see each other and smile, Luke wipes his hand on Bobby's shirt as they start to walk to the truck and entwine it with Y/N’s.

“Yeah, yes we are.” He declares with a majestic smile.

“Dammit I lost the bet to Alex. He said this was finally the year and I bet on another five.”

“Five? Really?” The girl asks, unable to believe what she hears.

“What? You have been in this strange relationship for about 12 years, five more years would be easy peasy. Reggie bet that you would make your lives with someone else and meet in 20 years to realize that it was always you." He informs them as they reach the vehicle, she looks in shock for a moment but then recovers and feings anger.

“Yeah, that’s it we are walking.” She decides, pulling Luke onto the sidewalk.

“You're just looking for an excuse to make out with your new boyfriend, you never get mad at us, not even the time Reggie stuck gum in your hair.” Bobby calls her out, and Reggie rolls the window down to emphasize that it was an accident.

“Okay yeah, I want to make out with my boyfriend and stick my tongue down his throat because as you mentioned, I've been waiting for many years to be able do it. So get lost or admire the show.” Reggie quickly closes the window again, and Bobby makes a disgusted face before almost running to the driver's seat.

“I’m so in love with you.” He admits with loving eyes, and she stands on tiptoe to fill him with light kisses on the forehead, nose, cheeks and lips. “I’m so in love with you, Lu.”

“Hey darlin’, I know you said the tongue in the throat thing to scare them away but…” He tries to explain himself, but she stops him knowing exactly what he wants to say.

“Oh, don’t worry. I’m kissing the hell out of you as soon as we get home.” She reassures, caressing his hand.

He lets out a big sigh of relief. “Good.” A big smile on his face while pressing her hand a little harder to make sure this is actually happening.

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[bokettochild]

Fic request! Legend and Ravio being best buds and being there for each other? Or like just them getting along. Platonic cuddling? I love them both.

Slight self projection on this one, but oh well!

I really like writing the dynamic for these two! But i would like to clarify that I write it as being strictly platonic.

Yes, Ravio does kiss Legend on occasion. But Ravio is a toucher, and that's just how he loves! For him, that's normal, that's something you do to those you love, not just in couples :)

Legend isn't great about physical touch, mostly because he's unaccustomed to it. He loves it, he just doesn't know how to ask for it or receive it most of the time.

And with that cleared up, on to the fic!!!

Mr. Hero was acting weird again.

His family had come back to visit again, and while many of them were wrapped in bandages and sporting some rather nasty wound, Mr. Hero seemed to be relatively well off from the fight. He wasn’t untouched, this was Mr. Hero after all, but he wasn’t as poorly as some of the others, which is why it was so odd for Ravio to find him curled up on the couch in their living room when he’d thought that everyone had gone to visit the local village.

They’d talked about it over breakfast. They’d arrived yesterday and hadn’t had time to restock in a while. The worse injuries were a broken arm on Mr. Smithy’s part, and that in no way hampered them from being able to do a run to the village, and it seemed many of Mr. Hero’s family saw visiting towns and villages as something of a treat.

They had been so eager over breakfast, talking over each other while Mr. Hero had rolled his eyes and pushed Tune- Wind back into his seat, scolding the champion for chewing with his mouth open and generally just correcting table manners and keeping people under control during the meal. Typical Mr. Hero, fussing over everything being right but pretending not to care, Ravio wouldn’t be surprised if the next time he sees them all they all eat like they’re in a castle, Mr. Hero’s just the kind of person to subtly train them all to behave lest they be faces with his flashing indigo gaze.

But he really would have thought, what with how everyone had chattered, that Mr. Hero would be with them all, leading them through the village and haggling with shopkeepers on the prices of potions and food. Yet here he sits, curled on their couch with that bulky quilt he likes so much thrown over his shoulders. Mr. Hero hasn’t bothered to fix his hair or tuck it under his cap, and it tumbles down his shoulders in a messy tangle as the Hylian stares unseeing at the far wall.

Ravio pauses in the entryway to the living room, his cup of cider still on one hand, and the book he’d been hoping to read in the other, heart torn over walking back into the kitchen and asking why Mr. Hero isn’t with his family. The slight shudder that runs across Mr. Hero's shoulders is all he needs as an answer and it’s without a second thought that the merchant strides across the room to settle on the couch beside his housemate, eyes bright and smile disarming as he looks over to Mr. Hero.

Dull violet meets his own green as Mr. Hero pauses and sighs, gaze shifting back down to the ground.

Oh. Oh, this is bad.

No snark, no dismissal, no ‘Ravio, I’m not in the mood’. Mr. Hero is at a stage where he is simply accepting things, and that’s never good!

“Why the long face?” He prods gently, settling himself on the couch as Mr. Hero moves slightly to accommodate him.

Okay, that’s even worse. Mr. Hero is being accommodating.

Oh Lolia, is he dying?

“Enervated.” Mr. Hero drawls, and Ravio is now officially freaking out. The big words have come out, the big words that he doesn’t know the definition of. His gaze trails back over to his book.

Most people don’t consider reading a thesaurus a past-time, and Ravio never would have considered it before moving in with Mr. Hero, but if he wants to understand the hero than he needs to know all the words that will crop up in his vocabulary anytime he is especially tired or bored.”

“E-enerv-”

“Tired.” Mr. Hero clarifies, shifting in place and drawing the blanket tighter around is shoulders.

Sharp green eyes watch his movements. It’s autumn and a slight chill has pervaded the air, but there really isn’t any need for the heavy blanket in this weather. Maybe a shawl or afghan of some sort, but the thickest and heaviest blanket in the entire house? That’s just plain overkill!

“Just tired?” He doesn’t even bother pretending to respect Mr. Hero’s space as he reaches out to rest his hand on his housemate’s forehead, gently shifting to touch the vet’s cheek. Rather than shake him off, Mr. Hero gently leans into the touch, eyes fluttering closed gently as a breath whistle from his lips. Ravio frowns as he pulls back.

Mr. Hero is warm, but not unhealthily so, and it can probably be blamed on the heavy quilt he’s got throw over his shoulders.

The merchant quirks a brow. “Are you cold?”

Mr. Hero’s face twitches oddly, eyes darting up to meet Ravio’s before drifting back down; blank and tired in a way they often are after a long day. But today has not been a long day, he reminds himself, and Mr. Hero must have been in here since finishing dishes with him this morning.

“Yes.” Mr. Hero murmurs softly, more at the folds of his blanket then at Ravio. “But not...outside?”

And that is... that is confusing.

“I don’t understand.” He half wishes for his hood and robe, but he’d only just finished cleaning and he hasn’t put them on again, so he plucks instead at the edge of his scarf, similar to what Mr. Captain Hero Sir does when he’s anxious.

Mr. Hero huffs a breath. “I wouldn’t expect you to. Glad you don’t.”

He doesn’t like the blankness of Mr. Hero's face or the heaviness of his words. “Can you explain it to me?”

If there’s one thing that brings light into his friend’s eyes, it’s teaching. Mr. Hero loves to share his knowledge, and Ravio has sat contentedly through a dozen lectures on bee-keeping and orchard work or weapons care and traveling precautions and any number of other things. All he ever needs is a cup of cider and a warm nook to bundle himself away while Mr. Hero talks. Goodness knows he chatters quite a bit himself; Mr. Hero deserves to have an audience on occasion too, and he always has such interesting things to say that Ravio never minds listening.

But Mr. Hero’s eyes don’t light up with that glint of passion and his fingers don’t tap with barely contained energy. Quite the opposite. He curls in closer around himself, eyes clouded as he breaths heavily. “It’s like there’s somethin’ ‘side you that’s cold an’ empty. Like you swallowed ice or somethin’ cold like an’ it won’t melt. You can be toasty warm on the outside and it ne’er goes away, it’s jist-” The pink-haired Hylian’s ears flick as his nose twitches with pent up irritation. “It’s like you’re empty and no matter how much you eat or sleep or keep busy, it ne’er goes away.”

Understanding dawns with a heavy heart and tears pricking in his eyes. “I think that's called loneliness, Mr. Hero.”

Mr. Hero’s eyes glisten as he turns away. “’m not lonely. There’s eight people on my tail on the day to day an’ I can’t lose ‘em even if I tried.”

The tight ball Mr. Hero is curled into could be defensive or self-comforting, and he can’t tell which, but Mr. Hero's grip on his blanket laden shoulders is too tight to be anything short of strained.

“Being with people doesn’t mean you aren’t lonely.” Ravio’s voice comes softer than he means it too.

Mr. Hero once complained that his own voice was trapped in the stage of squeaking and breaking, but Ravio’s could drop low ‘till it was nothing but a deep vibration. He’s teased Mr. Hero about it more than once, but he finds that it’s also effective at making the other boy calm. Mr. Hero loosens so now, eyes still blank as Ravio stares at them, hoping that they’ll turn to meet his gaze. “You can feel lonely in the middle of a full kingdom.”

He knows. He remembers hiding in his big room in the castle and wishing that it wasn’t so cold and empty and that someone would look at him and see something other than a cowardly advisor. He'd wanted someone to look at him and see a friend, or a brother or a loved one. He’d wanted to matter and be safe in the warmth that was a real home.

Mr. Hero gave him that. Mr. Hero’s house, with its big apple tree and buzzing bees, it’s pokey little kitchen and creaky staircase, the blasted rocker and the freaky masks on the wall, all of it makes this house a home that is so distinctly Mr. Hero's, yet somehow also his own.

He can see it in the knitting needles stashed in their basket by the couch. In the mugs that he’s left empty on bookshelves and table tops. He sees himself in the drawing of the curtains to let in sunlight, and the organization of the items on the shelves and the wall.

This is their home, something that is both of them, and it’s always felt warm and fulfilling to him.

He’d never realized that Mr. Hero might not feel the same...

It’s on impulse, and the fact that Mr. Hero doesn’t push him away speaks volumes, but Ravio scoots forwards and pulls the veteran hero over to rest against his chest, his arms wrapping tight around his friend as heavy breaths escape from them both.

“Is this better?” He whispers softly against the pink that curls beneath his chin and the fluttering breath of Mr. Hero.

There’s only a faint grunt from the hero in his arms, non-committal, but Mr. Hero isn’t complaining or pushing him away, so he doesn’t let him go either. Never mind that he’s almost pulled his friend on top of him, Mr. Hero needs a hug, and Lolia danggit! Ravio is going to give him the best one he’s capable of!

Mr. Hero’s breath evens out as he adjusts a few times, shifting but never pulling away, and Ravio takes that as a cue to make himself comfortable.

Short, pale fingers trail up to weave through curling pink locks that are still unbrushed from the night before. It’s silky under his touch, a testament to his friend’s alternate form, and he takes no small amount of pleasure in winding his fingers through it and gently tugging out the tangles. Mr. Hero only sighs under his ministrations.

“It’s okay to ask for hugs you know.” He teases softly, almost disappointed that he can’t see how his housemate blushes and stiffens, but Mr. Hero's ears give him away, red as they are, and a smile tugs across his face when he sees it. “I'm sure Mr. Chosen Hero would love to hug you, he seems like that kind of person. And Mr. Smithy always seems fond of that sort of thing. Why, even-”

“Shup.” Mr. Hero huffs, and Ravio grins as his eyes fall down to where his friend’s arms have wrapped around his waist, a messy head of pink lying against his chest and the full weight of hero and blanket pressing down on him.

He doesn’t respond, but he does go back to running his hands through Mr. Hero’s hair.

A tune comes to mind as he sits there, and he lets the melody drift through the room as he absently strokes Mr. Hero’s long pink hair, the book in his hands capturing his attention until soft squeaking snores begin to sound from the hero on his chest.

No one’s there to see the kiss he presses to the mess of petal pink, and when the others return from their trip, neither of the two bunnies is awake to say anything at all.

The heroes stop in the doorway, surprise and fondness taking over their faces at the sight of both of their hosts stretched out over the couch, Legend lying over the top of Ravio, one of the merchant’s hands still resting on Legend’s head while the other hangs down towards the floor, barely grasping the book he'd been reading (Wind makes a comment about reading a thesaurus being strange, but no one really questions it too much). Legend’s arms are still wrapped tight around Ravio’s waist, his cheek pressed against the merchant's chest as squeaking snores escape through parted lips.

They’ve never seen the veteran so peaceful, Time muses as he removed the book from Ravio’s hand and tucks the quilt tighter around the two, noting with surprise it’s weight. Neither hero nor merchant wake, although Ravio does shift in his sleep at the disturbance, but the two are out cold.

There’s the snap of a shutter and a faint coo as he looks up, single blue eye meeting Wild’s own, the champion smiling sheepishly from behind the slate, the image on the screen of him knelt beside the two boys, tucking them in on the couch. Time smiles at his cub. “I want a copy of that picture, you hear?”

“Yes sir.” The champion whispers in return.

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[druigbarneslovebot]

“you look..you look amazing.”

pairing; bucky barnes x plus size f!reader

description: you can’t wait to be a barnes one day

word count; 1.1k

warning: some nsfw talk fluff

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Getting ready for your dates with Bucky was always such a hard task for you. You knew you could wear a brown sack and the man would still be head over heels for you. It wasn’t that you wanted or needed to impress him. The two of you were long past the stage of trying to impress one another. And even if he was your boyfriend and you had already declared your love for each other, you just always wanted everything to go perfectly.

Tonight Bucky had reservations for the two of you at one of the best places in Brooklyn. You wanted to go all out tonight. Make yourself feel good, you were going to have a nice dinner with the love of your life. You decided to go out and splurge a bit and buy yourself a new dress. One you know Bucky would most definitely freak out seeing you were in it.

Walking into your favorite boutique being greeted by your best friend, Nat, who is meeting you there. “Hey, thanks so much for coming with me. I need all the help I can get!” You say

“Anytime babe. Now let's blow this man out of the water!” Nat said, clapping her hands as the two of you laughed and started searching the clothing racks.

You know you wanted to find something blue, the color Bucky dies when he sees you in it, and something not too form fitting but enough to hug your curves. Nat started leaving a stack for you in the fitting rooms. Being a plus size woman was hard. Especially when it came to clothing and dating,

You are so lucky that you have a loving boyfriend who doesn’t care if you weighed 100 pounds or 200 pounds. He loved you for you. (and your curves that he loved so much) He was the man you had dreamt about since you were a little girl. You wanted to spend the rest of your life with him.

“Alright enough daydreaming! Go try on those dresses!” Nat said, pushing you into the fitting room. You laughed and got ready to put on a fashion show for your best friend. The first dress you were out showing her and she did not like it.

Fast forward about 5 or 6 dresses later you put on a baby blue form fitting enough maxi length dress. You instantly fell in love with it. You walked out of the room with a huge smile on your face. Nat’s face lit up as you twirled around in it.

“That’s the one! Oh y/n, Bucky is such a lucky man.” She says as you smile, hugging her. Changing back into your clothes you bought the dress and headed back to your apartment. By this point you had about an hour before Bucky was to come pick you up and take you to dinner. It was time to get to work.

You plugged in your straightener planning on adding some subtle curls to your hair. You washed your face and began your makeup. Once you were done doing your makeup you touched your hair up. Feel satisfied with how you look when you walk out of your bathroom and into your attached bedroom. Ready to step into your new dress that you adored. You will definitely be wearing it more than once.

You heard your front door unlock and open as you were zipping up your dress to the best of your abilities. “Babydoll?” Bucky’s voice rang through your apartment making you smile.

“I’m in my room, come here I need your help!” You said standing in front of your mirror waiting for your boyfriend. You heard the footsteps become more clear as he neared your room. When he walked in he did a double take.

“You look….you look amazing babydoll.” He says as his eyes rake over your body respectfully. You meet his eyes in the mirror with a deep blush settled on your cheeks.

“Thank you Buck, wanna help finish zipping me up?” You say winking at him. He nodded walking over to you. Hands finding your waist, one hand finding your zipper and pulling it up for you. Kissing the back of your neck and wrapping his arms around your waist resting his head on your shoulder.

“Hi baby.” You say leaning your head on his. Both of you are smiling at each other in the mirror.

“Hi dollface. You look stunning. I love this dress on you.” He said turning his head and kissing your neck “Might look even better on the floor.” He whispers in your ear as you slap his arm.

“I’m just saying.” He said, holding his arms up in defence. You shook your head walking over to grab your purse and smooth out your dress.

“I’m ready if you are.” You say he smiles at you. 

“Wait right there. Gotta capture this moment so i never forget how you look in this dress.” He says pulling out his phone and taking a picture of you.

“Okay enough, let’s go.” You say pushing his phone away and grabbing his arm leading him outside to his parked car. He opened your door for you and helped you into his car.

He got in and you two headed to the restaurant. He helped you out of the car as your two walked hand in hand into the restaurant.

“Reservation for Barnes.” He said to the host. Your heart fluttered at the thought of you being a Barnes. The host led you to the table that was saved for you two. Bucky pulled your chair out and scooted you in.

You two had an amazing dinner talking about how you two loved each other and your best memories. Bucky treated you to dessert when it came you were shocked out of your mind. Bucky was now down on his knee and in your dessert was written out in chocolate was “Will you marry me?”

“Bucky,” You gasp

“Y/N, I have loved you since the day we met. I knew you were the one from our first date. I know now that I want you to be the mother to my children. I want to spend the rest of my life with you. Will you marry me?” He finishes as you are in tears and everyone in the restaurant is on  the edge of their seats waiting for your answer.

“I have waited for the day I would get to be a Barnes. Of course I will marry you.” You say bringing Bucky up to his feet and kissing the life out of him. 

“You have always been a Barnes, now it’s just official.”

#Bucky Barnes #bucky x reader #bucky oneshot #bucky barnes fluff #bucky x y/n

[mintaka14]

Liquid Courage

A Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction

By Mintaka14

 Marinette sighed and allowed herself to be dragged forward. Alya had an arm hooked through her elbow, and Juleka was blocking her retreat behind. She’d been assured that Rose and the other girls were meeting them wherever it was they were going. There really wasn’t any point resisting, although she baulked a little as they drew closer to the neon bright doorway of the club.

“Alya, it’s my birthday,” she whined.

“Exactly! And we’ve got a surprise for you.”

“Shouldn’t I get to do what I want?”

“Oh, you’ll want this.” Alya’s grin grew wider. “Our girl’s legal now, and we need to celebrate.”

Marinette sighed again. She’d wanted to spend her birthday hanging out on the Liberty, listening to music, eating cake, laughing with Juleka and Rose, and trying to work up the courage to finally ask Luka … but Luka had a gig tonight, and it had been ages since she and Alya had been able to catch up, so when Alya had insisted on a girls’ night out Marinette didn’t really have a reason to say no. Particularly not when Rose had been so enthusiastic, and Juleka had given her an unreadable look from under the black and purple curtain of her hair and suggested that it’d be worth her while.

The noise inside hit her like a wall. As her eyes adjusted to the strobing darkness, Marinette felt Juleka nudge her arm and she looked up.

“It’s live band tonight,” Juleka leaned in to mutter into her ear, and Marinette could barely make out what she was saying. “Told you you’d want to come.” Juleka nodded towards the stage, and over the heads of the crowded dance floor Marinette caught a glimpse of a familiar head of blue hair. Luka’s gig. She could feel the butterflies - the good kind - take flight inside her.

Luka was saying something to the drummer. Marinette watched as he frowned down at the guitar in his hands. He’d stripped off his hoodie, and the tattoos on his muscled shoulders stood out in sharp relief under the stagelights as he strummed a quick chord and made an adjustment.

Marinette let out the unsteady breath she’d been holding. Before she could say anything to Juleka, Alya tugged her arm and towed her past the bar to a table in the dark corner, and the cake that was waiting there. She could make out a handful of their former collège friends grinning at her, and Rose waving excitedly, with Kim and Alix holding up a banner in the background. Judging from the way the words Happy Birthday Marinette! were sparkling even in the darkness of the club, Rose had been at it with the glitter.

“Surprise!” The collective shout drowned out even the noise of the club, and Marinette couldn’t help smiling. She found herself passed from one set of arms to the next, exchanging hugs and exclamations with people she hadn’t seen in far too long, catching up on snippets of news and beaming until her face hurt. At some point, someone pressed a paper plate full of cake into her hands, and Alya gave her a broad and slightly smug grin.

“Having a good time, birthday girl?” Alya yelled. “Just wait, it’s going to get better!”

On her other side, Juleka muttered, “For the record, coming here to see the band was my idea. The rest of it was all Alya. Just remember that later.” She pushed a shot glass of vodka into Marinette’s hand. “You might need this.”

Before Marinette could respond to Juleka’s cryptic comment, Alix claimed her attention, asking about her plans for after lycèe, and then Nino wandered over to chat. She was very conscious that she only had half her attention on the conversations around her as she finished off her cake. Most of her focus was on the music. She leaned back in to Alya, who seemed to be checking her phone again, and half-shouted, “I’m going to go dance for a while.”

Alya’s eyes flicked up briefly from her screen. “I’ll come find you in a minute. I’m just waiting for… someone… to text me if they’re coming.”

Dancing wasn’t Marinette’s goal, though, as she edged her way through the crowd towards the stage, and she could tell the moment that Luka found her because his stare of intense concentration broke into a smile and a quick wink thrown at her. He turned away to say something to the lead singer under the cover of the drum solo.

When that song finished, Marinette was a little startled when Luka stepped up to the mic. He rarely sang lead.

“Hey there,” he told the club, and Marinette felt a shiver run through her at the gravelly sound of his voice echoing through the speakers. “Hope you’re all having fun tonight. This one’s for the birthday girl.”

His eyes found her again in the crowd and stayed on her as he played the opening chords, and the drum kicked in with a soft hiss of cymbals. Marinette didn’t recognise the intro, but when Luka stepped in a little closer and started singing about the amazing girl with endless horizons in her eyes she realised that it must be something new. One of his songs.

About her.

He seemed to be searching for something, his guitar echoing the melody in a rising question. Marinette could feel her pulse beating in time to his music, and when she pressed her hand to her heart, his mouth quirked up in a smile as if he’d found what he was looking for.

“Damn, the boy can sing,” Alya said in her ear over the music and the noise of the club. “Is that a new one?”

She’d put away her phone now, and if Marinette had been paying attention she might have wondered at Alya’s palpable air of satisfaction. Marinette ignored her, her eyes only on Luka.

When the final chords ended in silence and the club around her errupted in cheers and clapping, Marinette drew a shuddering breath.

Before she’d really had time to recover, Luka leaned in to the mic again.

“Happy Birthday, Marinette,” he told her over the speakers, and that smile of his widened into a smouldering grin that should have been illegal. “Okay, time to change the pace.”

He glanced back at the band, and started playing. Luka’s heel thumped a beat in time to the almost aggressive chords he struck out on his guitar. He swung back into the mic.

“Cut my heart about one, two times. Don’t need to question the reason I’m yours,” he growled, his eyes only on her and his smile growing broader as she stared up at him with wide eyes. They’d been circling around this for months, since he got back from touring (years, if she was honest), and when he leaned in a little and told her to sign me up for that full time, I’m yours it felt like they were the only people in the room.

She jumped a little when the drums crashed into the chorus, and was vaguely aware of Alya bouncing along to the music beside her, but she was far more interested in the man with the guitar and the gorgeous tattooed muscles on stage who kept his eyes on her and sounded like he meant it when he asked what he’d have to do to be hers.

Oh boy.

“Come on,” Alya shouted, hooking her hand through Marinette’s arm, and Marinette turned dazed eyes on her as the applause exploded around them and drowned out everything else. She glanced back at the stage as Alya towed her away through the crowd. Her eyes met Luka’s.

Tonight, no more hesitating. He’d already asked her, in his own way, if she only had the courage to speak up. She could do this.

“Here.” Alya handed her another shot glass full of vodka. “A litle bit of liquid courage to help you confess.”

It couldn’t hurt, Marinette decided, and she threw down the contents, shuddering at the taste.

Luka never sang. He always let his instruments speak for him, but he had sung for her. And damn, his voice could bring her undone when he chose to use it. She put the glass down, feeling the warmth run through her, and Alya put her hands on Marinette’s shoulders.

“Okay, birthday girl. You’re eighteen now, you’re a strong, confident woman, and you can totally tell a guy you love him without freaking out. Time for your birthday wish. What do you want more than anything?”

Marinette squeezed her eyes shut, and saw a slow grin and soft ocean blue eyes. She felt Alya spin her around, and the movement threw her off balance. She opened her eyes again, searching for a glimpse of Luka. He was laughing at something that the bassist was saying, and settling his guitar back on its stand. When he reached up to rake sweaty blue hair back from his face, Marinette felt dizzy all over again.

She reached for her shot glass, which someone had refilled, and knocked it back. Right.

“Marinette,” Alya was saying slyly. “Look who’s here!”

There was a blond head in front of her, blocking her view of the stage as she staggered. Adrien caught her with one hand on her arm, and his green eyes were watching her in fond concern as she righted herself.

“Oh, hi Adrien,” Marinette said brightly. “I’m so glad you could make it. We should catch up some time.”

Without waiting for a response, she wove around him and made her purposeful way towards the stage. She could do this. She could do this. She felt someone catch at her arm, and she thought it was Alya, but she shrugged her off and kept scanning the crowd.

She couldn’t see Luka anywhere, and she turned in a giddy circle trying to find him.

She’d never had much luck with confessions, but this was Luka. This was months and years of songs that sounded like her, and clothing that was so very him, and little private jokes, and long video chats from half a world away. This was eyes meeting and sharing a silent moment in the middle of a crowd, and curling up on his bed for quiet, late night conversations that skirted awfully close to declarations of love. This was Luka stepping up to sing his heart to her. He’d made it as easy as it could possibly be for her, and it was time for her to meet him halfway. The vodka left a warm prickle under her skin that blurred the edges of her nerves.

The stage was empty now, and Alya caught up with her as she ducked around another set of flailing limbs. She was saying something, but Marinette couldn’t hear her over the electronic beat of the dance mix that had started. Marinette tried to peer into the staff area behind the stage. There was no sign of Luka.

“Looking for someone?” a familiar, amused voice said close behind her, and Marinette spun around too fast. Luka caught her as she crashed into him and clutched at his tshirt. She looked up into deep blue eyes.

“Hi,” she said a little breathlessly. “I love you.”

And in the end, it really was that easy to say. Luka’s eyes went wide, but he didn’t let her go.

“Girl, what do you think you’re doing?” Alya was hissing in her ear. “Adrien came especially to see you!”

But Marinette had other things to think about.

“I loved my birthday songs,” she told Luka, who still had his arms around her and a dazed expression on his face. “Did you mean it?”

As he leaned down to her, his forehead brushing hers, his smile turned a little wry. “How much have you had to drink?”

“Not enough that I don’t know what I’m doing,” she insisted.

“Enough that you’re not thinking straight,” Alya interrupted forcefully. “Marinette –“

“Enough that it might be time to call it a night,” Luka suggested, levelling a cool look at Alya. Marinette caught the swift, unreadable glance he flicked at the blond model talking to Nino on the other side of the club, and she pressed deeper into Luka’s embrace.

And clearly, Marinette found, she’d had at least enough alcohol to shut down her usual filters, and blunt the overthinking. It was her birthday, dammit, and she wanted birthday kisses.

“That sounds like a good idea,” she said brightly. She turned in Luka’s arms to beam at Alya and throw her own arms around her friend. “It’s been an amazing party,” she told her blithely over the noise of the club. “Thank you so much for organising this tonight, Als. I think I need to head home now. Raincheck?”

Alya’s eyes were narrowing at her, but Marinette was already turning back to Luka.

“Walk me home?” she asked him.

He took the hand she held out to him, and followed her like he always did.

“Marinette –“ Alya was saying, but Marinette was already towing Luka through the crowd, dispensing hugs and thank yous and promises to catch up again soon to all her friends on the way. Then finally Marinette was out of the overheated club, and it was just her and Luka.

In the cool night air, the fuzz of too much noise and distracting lighting and vodka was clearing fast, and she glanced up at Luka.

He sighed. “Come on, birthday girl, let’s get you home.”

“I can’t go home,” she said, and there may have been a trace of smugness in her voice, because Luka gave her a startled look. “I was supposed to stay at Alya’s place tonight. You don’t want to rat me out to my parents, do you?”

“You couldn’t have mentioned that before we left the club?”

“I could have, but then I wouldn’t be here with you,” she pointed out. Her sense of mild triumph faded into sudden worry. “Don’t you want to take me home with you? Oh god, I just forced myself on you.”

“No! Marinette, that’s not…” He raked his hair back with one hand, and gave her a rueful look. “Sweetheart, you’re killing me here. You’re drunk, and this isn’t a conversation we should be having until you’re sane and sober.”

“I had three shots.” She held up three fingers, just in case there was any confusion. “I’ve been trying to have this conversation sane and sober for a while now.”

“You’re not even walking straight,” Luka sighed.

“I can still kiss straight, though,” she offered, and lifted up on her toes with her face turned hopefully towards him.

It felt like an unpleasant jolt when his hands caught gently at her shoulders and set her back at arm’s length. Marinette blinked up at him, trying to recover her balance.

“Did I… that song, did I misread it?” she asked a little anxiously, and Luka gave a strained laugh.

“No.”

“Then… why won’t you kiss me?”

He sighed, and took her hand. “Marinette, I’ve been stupid in love with you since you were fourteen. Every year, you get more amazing, and every day I fall a little harder, but here’s the thing – if you kiss me, I don’t want it to be something you did while you were drunk.”

“You don’t believe me?”

His gaze shifted off to the side, and his mouth turned a little wry. “Tell me again tomorrow.”

Oh Luka… She stared down at their linked hands, and there was a moment of silence between them, then Marinette looked up.

“Okay.”

“Okay?” Luka’s mouth quirked up in a quizzical smile.

“Okay, fine, I’m not going kiss you tonight, even though I’ve been in love with you for ages and three shots is not why I want to… anyway, okay. And tomorrow morning, we’re going to talk about it.”

Maybe she had been a little more affected by the vodka than she’d thought, because it felt so nice when they reached the Liberty and she fell into Luka’s bed, and felt him tuck his quilt in around her. She buried her face in his pillow and the familiar smell of his shampoo with that faint tang of metal and water and hot sun.

When he wandered out of the room and came back with a cushion and the ratty old blanket from the living room couch, she mustered enough energy to prop herself on her elbow and frown at him as he eased himself down to the floor beside his bed.

“You’re not planning on sleeping on the floor tonight, are you?” she asked, and Luka gave a nonchalant shrug.

“It’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last,” he told her. “Go to sleep, Melody.”

She gave a huff, and dropped back down into his pillow, too tired to put up a proper argument over misguided chivalry.

“This is another thing we’re going to talk about in the morning,” she muttered darkly. He reached up to turn out the lamp on his desk, and in the soft darkness Marinette fell asleep to the sound of his deep, rhythmic breathing, until the noise of Juleka returning home disturbed her in the morning.

“So this is where you ended up,” Juleka muttered drily, and stepped over Luka, still asleep on the floor in his pile of blankets. “I thought Alya said my idiot brother was going to take you home. I’m pretty sure she thought it was your home, not his.”

“We had stuff to talk about,” Marinette whispered defensively, and Juleka’s eyebrow rose.

“Uhuh,” she said sceptically. “Talk. I don’t want to know.”

She turned away to sling her bag down behind her bed.

“For the record,” she added. “I did try to talk Alya out of the whole Adrien thing last night. It’s not like anyone ever listens to me.”

“I know,” Marinette sighed. “I love Alya, but there are only so many times I can tell her that I’m not interested in Adrien, and I haven’t been for a long time now. I thought that she’d accepted that I was over that whole drama, but clearly, she just thought I was in denial or something.”

“Clearly.” Juleka’s glance fell on Marinette’s phone, sitting on Luka’s desk nearby. “Speaking of Alya, you’re going to have a lot of messages when you turn that on again. She’s been trying to reach you since you and Luka took off last night.”

Marinette’s eyes went wide.

“Oh, God,” she groaned.

“The look on her face when you threw yourself at Luka last night and dragged him out of the club was awesome, by the way.” The corners of Juleka’s mouth twitched up in a smirk. “Thank you for that.”

“Jules –“

“What? You should have heard her when I tried to suggest that it’d been almost four years now and maybe you’d moved on from a dumb crush you had when you were fourteen.” She put her hands on her hips and levelled a look at Marinette in an uncanny imitation of their friend. “No offense, Juleka, but I think I know my girl better than you. Yeah, like I’m not the one who’s been watching you making googoo eyes at my brother since he came back to Paris. You never said anything to her?”

“Up until he got back, there wasn’t really a whole lot to talk about,” Marinette said defensively, and Juleka snorted.

“Except all the phone bills you two have been racking up while he was on tour.” Juleka flopped onto her bed. “I’m so tired. I’ve been dealing with Alya all night at that sleepover you bailed on. Seriously, I know we’ve fallen out of touch with her a bit since we started lycèe, but how on earth did she miss that you’re completely stupid for Luka?”

“Luka doesn’t seem to have figured it out yet,” Marinette muttered, rolling over and stretching for her phone on the desk. She understood why he’d done it, but she was still feeling a little hurt that he hadn’t kissed her last night.

“I think he’s starting to get the idea,” said a masculine voice from the floor below her. Marinette looked down into Luka’s blue eyes and sleepy smile, shrieked, and lost her balance. The wind was knocked out of Luka with a muffled sound as she landed on him. His arms reflexively closed around her.

“ ‘Morning, beautiful,” he said with a hint of a laugh in his voice.

“How much of that did you hear?”

His smile grew wider. “That depends. How much of it did you want me to hear?”

She probably should get up, but he didn’t seem in any hurry to let her go, and Marinette was enjoying the feeling of being tangled up in Luka’s arms and legs, even if her face was burning at the unexpected proximity.

“How are you feeling this morning?” he asked softly.

“Really good,” she said dazedly, and nuzzled her face into his t-shirt. “Warm.”

“I meant, do you need any aspirin or anything?”

Marinette huffed, and felt him shift under her. “I told you, I only had three shots. I’m fine.”

“You two are disgusting,” Juleka complained, just as her phone went off and she gave the call notification an annoyed look. “I’m still here, you know, having to watch all this.”

“Then go away,” Luka mumbled into Marinette’s hair.

Juleka stomped across the room, muttering under her breath, and paused in the doorway.

“Oh, and turn your damn phone on,” Juleka said flatly. “She’s calling me now, and I draw the line at dealing with Alya’s little meltdown for you. And I expect to be the Best Woman at your wedding, you sappy lamebrains,” she added without any change of expression.

The door closed behind her, and Marinette reached for her phone again, the corners of her mouth lifting irrepressibly at Luka’s sudden intake of breath when she stretched against him. The moment that she turned it on, the screen flooded with layer on layer of notifications and messages, each one more incensed than the last, and before she could even open the first one the phone buzzed in her hand, startling her.

“What the hell, Marinette??” Alya’s voice shrieked at her. “What was that all about last night? Do you have any idea how many favours I had to call in to get Adrien there last night?!”

“And it was really nice to see him,” Marinette said soothingly.

She ignored Luka’s smothered laugh, and focused on Alya’s disgruntled huff.

“Not that you’d know,” Alya grumbled on the other end of the line. “You barely said hello before you took off like that with Luka. What was that all about? I thought he was overseas with Jagged or something.”

“Yeah… he came back,” Marinette said brightly.

“So I gathered. So why didn’t you tell me you were dating Luka?”

Marinette felt a twinge of guilt at the note of hurt in Alya’s voice, but she’d honestly tried to tell Alya that things had changed. She’d been trying to tell her for years.

“Because I’m not yet,” she pouted. Luka was laughing harder now, and she could feel his shoulders shaking. She glared down at him, but that didn’t seem to stop him. “He wouldn’t kiss me last night.”

“Vodka shots,” he mouthed at her.

“If it’s any consolation, your pep talk really helped,” she offered. “I did tell him I loved him, even if he didn’t believe me.”

The way that Luka’s arms tightened around her at that was very distracting.

“You owe me details, girl,” Alya was saying, and it sounded more like a threat than a promise. “I’ll be there in ten.”

“… Als, I’m not at home.”

The shriek Alya emitted should have cracked the phone.

“Ow!” Luka complained from underneath Marinette. “Could you dial it down, Alya?”

Alya’s second shriek was even louder. “Is he there right now?? Marinette!”

“It’s not what you think.”

“The hell it isn’t! Girl, you will call me later and tell me everything.”

“Almost everything,” Marinette promised, as Luka’s eyebrow rose. “Love you, Als. Later.”

She ended the call and put aside her phone. With Luka’s arms around her, and given the way he was looking at her, she was pretty sure she was going to get her kisses, finally. No courage necessary.

“So, about that talk,” Marinette said, propping her chin on his chest and looking up at him. “No shots, no schemes, I’m completely of sound mind.”

The gorgeous jerk grinned at that.

“As much as you ever are,” he said fondly.

“So do you believe me now when I say I adore you with all my heart and I’ve never been more sure of anything in my life? Or do I have to persuade you?”

“I’m convinced,” he told her, and look in his eyes sent a flutter of entirely delicious nerves through her. “But you’re welcome to persuade me if you want to. I think I’d enjoy that.”

“Then can I kiss you now?” she asked softly.

“Yes,” he breathed, and his mouth was on hers before she could even respond.

#endgame lukanette #pro lukamari #liquid courage #they're idiots your honor #alcohol consumption #alya salt #oblivious alya

[thisisawonderfulusername]

let's save the world

season two, episode eight

five hargreeves x reader

summary: you have one final idea to get back to twenty-nineteen: finding yourselves

warnings: cursing

word count: 2.6k

a/n: this took for fucking ever but i'm not even gonna apologize at this point because i'm ninety percent sure it will happen again. sorry in advanced. just be glad i did it, alright? anyways, please enjoy episode eight, i loved writing it, i don't know why i put it off for so long

“we were that close.” you whisper to yourself as you go up the stairs, “so close.”

the door to one of the rooms slams behind you as you quickly look through the cabinets, before finding a bottle of whiskey. the only thing you need right now.

you twist the cap off, tossing it to the side as you sit on the couch with a heavy sigh.

you can hear luther speaking as he presumably follows five up the steps, but you don’t focus too much on what he’s saying. something about making a new plan, which almost makes you laugh. no other plan would ever work, if this one didn’t. his family would never let that happen.

the door opens once again as five enters, slamming it shut and locking it before luther can come in behind him. “five!” the big man shouts outside of the door, knocking on it, “come to what?” a sigh follows shortly after, and you hear his steps recede, apparently giving up.

you look to five, holding the bottle out, “want some?”

when he takes it, you expect him to take a drink, not find the cap and twist it back on, “what are you doing?” he questions.

“what are you doing?” you shoot the question back, reaching for the bottle, “if you didn’t want any, you didn’t have to take it.”

he looks at you incredulously, holding it out of your reach, “we still have an apocalypse to stop! you can’t just be sitting in here drinking!”

at that, you let out a loud laugh, yet nothing about this is funny. “you’re kidding, right?” you raise an eyebrow, sinking into the cushions, “i’m done with that.”

setting the booze on the coffee table, his eyebrows furrow at you, “what do you mean? you can’t be done with it. we don’t have much time!”

“don’t you get it, five?” you lean forward as you look up at him, “we can’t stop this. no matter how hard we try, we’ll never be able to. there’s always something that gets in the way when we get seconds away from actually doing it. let’s face it, the world is against us, and this apocalypse is happening.” you sound defeated, and you hate hearing it. you never wanted to give up, to let the world get the best of you. it tried to before, and you persevered. but none of that matters anymore, because soon enough, you'll be nuked and your existence won't have mattered.

he’s shaking his head in disbelief, “no. no, it isn’t. you’re supposed to be the one helping me, y/n! we can still do it.”

“and what’s your plan this time? do you even have one?” you can feel the tears brimming your eyes, and you hate feeling this weak in front of him, but there was no stopping it now.

“i do.” he states, “but i need you to help me.”

sitting on the couch next to you, turned in your direction, he gently guides your eyes to his, his hand resting on your cheek. "i can't do this without you. i can't save the world if i don't have you to help me."

a tear escapes and you quickly wipe it away, sniffling as you gather yourself before you break down completely. "fine." you breathe.

-

you were currently in the kitchen, chugging down as much water as you could from a pitcher before passing it along to five. This plan was so, so stupid. he began to drink from it as well, and luther, who had been napping on the couch, entered.

“five, what…” he glances between the two of you, you putting baby powder anywhere on your body you deemed necessary, and to him, taking in a breath as he flipped the top closed on the pitcher. “are you guys okay?” he questions in confusion.

“we need to be hydrated.” he breathes out, and you hand him the baby powder once you were finished.

if it was possible, luther’s confusion grew, “what’s with the baby powder?”

“it’ll help with the itching.” you state, giving no further explanation.

“what itching? there’s itching? what the hell is going on here?” as five puts some of the powder in his pants, realization dawns on his face, “you do have a plan.”

grabbing his blazer, five sighs, “well, it’s a desperation move, but… since our brain-dead siblings are incapable of meeting a simple deadline, well- we have no choice.”

“no choice about what?” you follow him into the living room, flipping the watch you stole from the formerly sleeping man- since he no longer needed it- open.

“we have to find ourselves.”

luther is so stunned, trying to process it, that he doesn’t speak. “we just arrived in dallas fifteen minutes ago.” you state, closing the watch and sticking it back in your pocket.

“should i be worried about you guys?” luther finally asks, his eyebrows furrowing at the two of you.

“luther, if you recall,” five speaks as he begins to stretch, “we were sent to nineteen sixty-three on a job by the commission to make sure the president was assassinated.”

“oh!” luther starts to understand, “so, wait, your old self is out there.”

“precisely.”

“what, just walking around dallas?”

“walking around dallas with a briefcase that can get us home.” you tell him with a smile. now, if this plan didn’t work, you were truly screwed. of course, the older looking versions of yourselves won’t give up the briefcase so easily, but you know for a fact you can do it. and with that briefcase, there wouldn’t be a time limit. you could gather all of the siblings together and finally be rid of the apocalypse. maybe, just maybe, it will be the last that you have to deal with.

“oh, my god.” luther’s hands come together in front of him, “you are geniuses.”

“however, there are two significant problems with this plan.” five tells him, you nodding along, “problem number one: we are two trained assassins, arguably the most dangerous assassins in the space-time continuum. If we know ourselves, we’re not going to react kindly to bumping into us.”

you knew it sounded like you were giving yourselves a pat on the back, but he wouldn’t be saying it if it wasn’t true. and it definitely was.

“problem number two,” he paces, “this is the real fly in the ointment here: you’re not supposed to exist in close proximity to yourself in the same timeline. the side effects can be disastrous.”

luther seems as if he’s trying to process all of this, “side effects? what sort of side effects?”

“well, according to commission handbook chapter twenty-seven, subsection three-b, the seven stages in paradox psychosis are…”

“stage one: denial.” you begin counting off on your fingers,

“two: itching.” five looks to his brother,

“three: extreme thirst and urination,”

“four: excessive gas,”

“five: acute paranoia,”

“six: uncontrolled perspiration,”

“and seven:” you pause for a moment, dropping your hands, “homicidal rage.”

“homicidal rage?” luther questions, to which both of you confirm, “jeez, i don’t know. this maybe isn’t such a good idea.”

five begins to pace again, throwing his arms to the side, “it’s a hail mary. but what choice do we got, luther?”

leaning against the door frame, the large man shrugs, “i don’t know, you already seem a bit squirrely if i’m being honest.”

“listen luther, we’re gonna need you to help us get through this one, alright?” you stand in front of him, “we need… a spotter.”

“a spotter?”

“yeah,” you breathe out.

his eyebrows furrow, “what is that, like a wingman?”

“in case the paradox psychosis gets too severe,” five strides over, “we need you to help us stay on task, alright? so whatever happens, whatever we say, we need to get that briefcase. okay?”

“okay,” luther breathes.

“okay.” your shoulders relax.

both you and five turn and make your way to the steps, and you barely realize that luther is still at the doorway, staring in front of him. “luther, come on!”

“right.”

-

there’s an irish jig playing as you enter the bar, and chatter fills the air between the people inside, sitting at tables and at the stools along the bar countertop. you look around, skimming over all of the people, until you see them. or- you and five. it’s weird, seeing the older looking woman who sat next to the older looking five. you barely recognized them, since you had been looking at your thirteen year old selves for a while now.

“there we are.” five has spotted them as well. sitting at the bar, the briefcase on the raised wood that acted as a footrest between the two older versions of you.

“why don’t we just grab the briefcase and run?” luther asks.

“luther, we would never let that happen.” you tell him, looking up at him for a second, “we’re trained to guard those briefcases with our lives.”

“right.”

“plus, it’s the inherent paradox where this gets tricky.” five adds in. “we’re endangering our existence just being in the same room with ourselves.”

“huh? what do you mean?”

you roll your eyes, “luther, keep up. if our old selves don’t travel back to twenty-nineteen like we’re supposed to, the whole thing unravels itself. we cease to exist. got it?”

“i… got it.” he doesn’t seem to, but you decide not to try to explain further and confuse him even more.

“so our best chance is to talk with them, to reason with them.” five rolls his shoulders back, “they’ll understand. trust me. i know us better than… better than i know us.” the sentence is confusing, but the point gets across.

as five reaches up to scratch his neck, luther is quick to point it out, “that’s stage two of paradox psychosis.” he whispers urgently.

“no, i didn’t.” five states, “i didn’t itch my neck.”

“denial is stage one.” the large man points out.

“let’s stay on task, shall we?” you wave towards the two of you sitting at the bar, and as you’re about to step forward, luther reaches his hand out to stop you.

“wait!” you look at him in a mix of confusion and annoyance, “maybe i should go first.”

“why?” five asks him, also confused.

“well, you’ll freak them out.” he motions at the two of you, “bumping into your own tiny doppelganger? they’ll lose their shit.” he looks to the older versions of you, “just, let me break the ice.”

five glances around, sighing, “okay.”

“okay.” luther breathes out slowly, and you watch as he approaches the two older yous. you’re not sure if you can trust him one hundred percent.

as he begins to speak, the two of you very quickly get confused and on guard. meanwhile, you unconsciously grab hold of five’s hand to approach. “nope! don’t freak out. no freak-outs. alright.”

as the large man slowly steps to the side, you see yourself- your old self- tense up at the sight of younger looking you. “hey there, stranger.” your five speaks up, and the two older yous are almost shaking in their shoes from the shock and confusion.

you swear you see fear in your own eyes. it’s a look you remember seeing when you first landed back in twenty-nineteen and looked in the mirror at the you that had gotten stuck in the apocalypse. the you that was stuck alone for years until the commission brought you back to five. it was jarring to you as well, at first.

you remember staring into your own eyes. the little girl who had held five’s hand as he discovered the full extent of his powers, until it disappeared from her grasp and she was left in a smoldering, crumbling world.

-

the five of you had gotten a table, and you sat across from your older self, gaze unwavering. out of the corner of your eye, you could see the two fives glaring at each other.

“well, isn’t this nice?” luther breaks the silent tension, “the five of us, together like this.”

“no.” all four of you speak in unison, and luther is clearly uncomfortable, almost squirming in his seat.

the old five doesn’t look away from himself as he begins to speak, “somebody explain to me how it is i’m having a pint of guinness with my younger self.”

“older, actually.” the five sitting next to you states, “i’m you, just fourteen days older.”

“i have pubic hair smarter than you.” the other you says coldly, her fingers laced together on the table in front of her, “how’s that possible?”

“i can explain,” the younger seeming boy responds, “you see, one hour from now, on the grassy knoll, before the president is killed, you break your contract with the commission.” he leans forward slightly, “i already know you’re thinking about it. all those years in the apocalypse, we never stopped worrying about our family. well today, you’re going to do something about it.” he sits up straighter.

“today, you are going to attempt to time travel back to twenty-nineteen. however, you are going to screw up the jump, and end up in this twip of a body.” he points to himself with his two thumbs. “trapped forever, small, pubescent.”

“okay.” the older one finally breaks his stare, shaking in his seat, “even if i was to believe you, what am i supposed to do, not jump?”

“no, no.” you break away from the eyes of yourself, “we need you to jump. if you don’t jump, we cease to exist.” you motion between yourself and your five, “what we need is for you to jump correctly.”

“i’m listening.”

“the first time through, i got the calculation wrong. that’s how we ended up in these bodies.” five begins to explain, “but now, i know the correct calculation.”

the other is almost on the edge of his seat in anticipation, “what is it?”

“he’ll tell you.” you tell him, causing his gaze to turn to you instead, “in exchange for the briefcase you’re holding under the table.”

“yeah, yeah.” luther speaks up from where he’s sitting, “so now, you go back to twenty-nineteen, as planned, but this time with the right math, so you remain a full grown man. in exchange for that briefcase that you no longer need.” he points to the space between the older yous where it rests, a smile on his face.

“timeline restored, paradox resolved.” five speaks, “everyone goes on, existing happily ever after.”

the older you finally breaks her silence, “that’s quite a bit to take in.”

everyone’s heads turn towards her, “what do you think?” five asks, glancing between the two of them.

“i think,” older five says, “i need to piss.” he promptly states, standing from his seat and grabbing the briefcase, heading in the direction of the bathrooms. older you quickly looks between all of you, before also standing up and heading in that direction as well. you have a feeling that they’ll be discussing the situation at hand.

once they disappear down the hall where the bathrooms are, luther breaks the short silence that fell between the three of you. “well, besides the flop sweat, i think that went pretty well, right?” you had barely noticed, but there was, in fact, beads of sweat on your face, and you grabbed one of the napkins to wipe it away while luther patted one to five’s face.

“no, there’s something…” five fidgets in his seat, “something doesn’t feel right about this.”

luther is confused, which you’ve noticed happens a lot. “what… what do you mean?”

agreeing with five’s sentiment, you shake your head, “i don’t trust them.”

“but… they’re you.” he states in confusion.

“exactly.” the two of you speak in unison.

“well… i’m going to go to the bathroom too… maybe talk to him?” it’s more of a question as he stands up before quickly scurrying away.

“they’re planning something.” you state, leaning back in your seat as you scratch the back of your neck.

nodding, five takes a drink from his glass, “we have to be ready for whatever it is. we’re dangerous.”

“very.”

-

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