#Ken gets a ponytail because i say so.

[emilsendo]

Sub! Bottom Mikey x Dom! Bottom Draken x Top!Male reader

Warnings: Punishment, humiliation, stimulation, riding, toys(like cockring and handcuffs), etc.

Type: Smut

Request: ✅️

Author Note: Hiya! I finally manage to finish that oneshot and I started to write part two in preferences with Tall S/O 👀💪🏼✨️ Thank you SO MUCH for support on that app and for that all sweet comments ❤️ (As always, sorry for any errors in my English)

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Mikey and Draken would always argue about anything, and then later that day or even after a few hours of arguing, they would forget WHAT exactly they had argued about.

But what if the "thing" they are arguing about.....is you?

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These blondes can be extremely jealous when it comes to you. Mikey often provokes Draken into "petty" fights between them by begin overly clingy to you, or simply not letting him hug you because the short blond takes a lot of space durning your cuddling sessions. For example, sitting on your lap and having his arms wrapped around your neck, leaving Draken unable to hug you. Ken finds this very irritating and has no patience for Mikey and his fucking behavior.

That's why you came up with a plan together how to punish Mikey.

- Ah! Fuck! MH.....- Mikey's sweet moans could be heard throughout the room, his breathing was rapid and there were hickeys and marks all over his body. The boy was sitting on your lap as you held him in place with your strong hands so he wouldn't move too much. Which made Mikey let out pathetic whines every now and then as Draken was edging his dick with his hand, making sure to change the tempo, so he could tease Mikey more. Of course, without letting him cum, until you both will be satisfy with Mikey's desperate cries for release.

- Ken-Chin, M/N-Chin! Come on....aH! I.....I want to c-cum. Pleaseeee! - Mikey begs in begging and desperate tone as he tries to move his hips upwards to get more friction on his dick, but he got only tight squeeze from Draken around the tip of his dick in return.

- How desperate he looks now, right, M/N? - Draken said, his tone filled with sarcasm and coldness. Which made the shorter blond whimpers. You looked at the boy with a dragon tattoo on his temple, nodding at his words.

- You're right, darling. I think he need to cum so bad.- You teased the boy in your lap the same way as Draken. You both clearly enjoyed the way Mikey begs you two to let him cum or just simply fuck him.

- Come on! No more teasing! Pleasepleasepleaseplease!- Manjiro begs one more time. But Ken just simply smirks at him and then he continue stroking his dick without mercy. While you were playing and touching Mikey's chest, pinching and squeezing his cute little nipples. The blond haired boy moans got more louder and desperate. Almost making you and Draken feel quilty for the poor boy in your lap.

- I have a nice plan, M/N.- Ken suddenly said. He leans closer to your ear and starts whispering his idea to you. You could only smirk at his words, you really liked what Draken was saying and of course, you've agreed to this nice plan.

You and Draken changed your positions, making Mikey lay down on the bed with handcuffed hands, without moving. He was confused and slightly annoyed by this fact. He wanted to touch you!

Meanwhile, you were sitting on the edge of the bed, making Mikey see your handsome left/right face profile. Draken was standing in front of you, tying up his blond hair into ponytail. Then he sat up on your lap, kissing your lips passionately while moaning a bit when he felt your tongue enter his mouth. Your hand made its way towards Ken's ass, teasing his entrance by rubbing small circles around it. Draken stops kissing you and glares at you intensely after you did that. The glare sent you a shiver down your spine, you already know what that's mean, so you quickly stopped teasing him and put your finger inside. What made Ken grunt a bit, then you put another one, you process to make scissoring movements, loosing up Ken's hole. The tall blond haired boy this time made a soft moan, that was repeating itself with each thrust of your fingers.

Mikey was looking very pathetic right now, his dick was all red because of the cockring and he wants to cum so bad! That's not fair that he need to wait for his turn, who knows maybe he will not have his chance?

Those thoughts made him sobs a bit from humiliation and desperation, he wanted to feel your dick inside him. And he only got the perfect view of Draken riding you. It was good to watch. But it would felt better to touch and kiss both of you!

Ken Ryūguji was currently riding hard your cock, squeezing your firm shoulders and biting your neck. While your hands were holding his waist and hips, you didn't even had to help him move. Draken always has a lot of stamina durning sex, so it is rare for you to help him. He loves riding you or just feeling in control(most of the time, he is power bottom, so it is normal.)

He was bouncing up and down very roughly, almost bruising your hips. His moans and your grunts, AND Mikey's pathetic sobs in the background filled the whole room. He tried to beg for his turn too, but you both ignored him and continue making a show in front of Mikey.

- Fuck...... I love feeling your hard cock in me! He cries out with sly smirk, as he moans hard on purpose to tease Mikey and make him feel jealous. You slapped Draken's ass to make the same effect on Mikey.

When you both came with loud grunt, you kissed each other softly and then looked at Mikey. Who was crying pitifully from wanting to cum so bad, and from all the emotions he was feeling. Draken and you felt quilty for him, so you walked to Mikey and removed the handcuffs and then the cockring. Which made the short blonde boy cries out and cum hardy on himself and the sheets, his whole body tremble and shook from pleasure and euphoria.

You wrapped your arms around Mikey and Draken kiss his forehead gently to calm him down, and comfort the poor boy.

- Don't worry, Mikey..... We will now make it up to you, right, Draken?- You said with gentle voice as you rubs Mikey's back and head softly. The boy in your arms gasp a bit when he heard your words, his cheeks flush pink at the image in his head.

- You can take one more, right?- Draken said with a smirk as he place his hand back on Mikey's dick, while your fingers made their way to his hole.

#tokyo revengers x male reader #oneshot #gay #tokyo revengers #anime #top male reader #draken #male reader #request #manjiro sano

[simpfr]

Im so sorry if this is uploaded late or if it isn’t good enough I’ve been having the most gut wrenching headaches because of my anemia and i also have exams so i can’t be on my phone very often.

Tags: @mikeikax @bucky-barnes-supremacy @ken-zah @datweirdperson765 @pulling-out-my-eyes @yunonaneko @queenofsimpsblog @a10vely-yutazen @clayyfan @cantdothis-nomore @lieutenantlashfaz

Lieutenant why is ur user so long 😭

 I wish you knew.

Part 2.

His hair was so soft to the touch, it felt like you were running your hand through a billow of clouds that wrapped themselves around your arm as an ethereal feeling was sent throughout your body.

If there was a chance you could steal his hair and use it as your mattress and pillows you would've done it in the blink of an eye...

"Can you turn around so I can how it looks on you?" you asked and he nodded, turning around while avoiding eye contact with you, because...well, in a situation like this you would usually do something devious.

But, this time around you didn't and he looked so adorable. His hair was tied back down into to a loose low ponytail with there still being some hair at the front to not leave his forehead bare as it was his signature style while you added a little heart clip to keep the short front hair from falling out.

The only reason he was doing this was to leave an impression on gayatri, who he recently asked on a date.

They weren't they dating but they became friends a month or two ago and pavitr wanted step it up a bit.

Though, he never said it was a date but instead "a hangout"

Sometimes, you really wanted to stab yourself in the mouth and rip your tongue out.

You were the one who suggested they became friends and you were the one who told him to ask her out at least once in awhile to make her "grow or feel a connection"

Why? you weren't even sure yourself.

You knew she began growing feelings for him as well but instead of keeping them apart, you willingly made them get closer to one another.

who were you to deny his love life? He's been your best friend since the primary school days! you couldn't just snatch his chances of ever finding love out of pure spite.

But once again, ever since the whole 'hangout with gayatri' thing has been going on you've never really hangout or talk to each other as much as you used to.

The only time you would have a conversation would be on WhatsApp where you would text like two random people who just got each other's number.

You weren't sure if it was on purpose or not but you were still glad to be able to see him again, "actually, can you come with me this time?"

What?

"You mean third wheel? Yea, no thanks." as mean as it sounded, who in the right mind would want hear their longtime crush trying to get it on with their friend? Or anyone in that matter.

"I'm not talking about sitting with us! Just like, watch and be there with me for emotional support."

"Why now? you've went on date with her multiple times already haven't you? you didn't even ask me to go with you during your first time!" he sighed before placing his arms on your shoulders. Looking you right in the eye like he used to, but this time he wasn't looking for your reaction instead he wanted you to see his, to take what he had to say seriously.

Taking in a deep breath, he spoke,"I'm planning on confessing today."

....

Oh.

That sentence alone made your heart beat faster from anger as the walls of realization came crashing down on you.

you knew you should've said something.

you knew you should've made a move.

But you didn't, So you couldn't blame him right? It was his heart and he knew who he wanted it belong to.

You couldn't control his fate nor could you control yours, as in the story written by the one you were just meant to be someone who admired him as he admired someone else.

It took everything in you to not break down at that moment as you avoided making eye contact with him, "yea, I'll be there."

He smiled softly before placing a kiss on your forehead, a gesture he has done multiple times that always made you flustered but now you just felt dull.

"We'll be at the regular cafe, okay?" you nodded, waiting for him to leave you alone in his home once again but for a complete different reason.

He gave you one last look before finally living.

Fuck life.

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They talked and laughed, clearly enjoying their time together. But, for some reason his mind was still on you. He knew you were there watching, following his instructions from before but he wanted you near to him, he wanted to see you, to hear you, feel you, everything.

Was his feelings towards you really platonic? I mean, it's not weird to think of your friend as attractive and loveable right?

Should he leave? I mean whats the point on confessing if his mind was on someone else as well?

But he didn't just wanna leave early because of that..

"HELP! SOMEBODY PLEASE!" A citizen yelled as a crowd of gut wrenching screams that slowly started to get louder was followed.

Everyone that was in the cafe began to scatter towards the door making it a struggle for anyone to get through.

Seems like fate decided to choose for him.

Remember how i said everyone went towards the front door? Well, it was everyone except gayatri.

She quickly got up and grabbed pavitr's hand, attempting to lead him towards the back door along with her, but he didn't budge.

"I'm going for y/n. You just get somewhere safe okay?" she looked at him with pure fear and concern in her eyes,"What? She was here?"

Oh right, she didn't know.

"She's smart, she would've left by now and so should we!" she said, trying to pull him again but failed miserably, "You really need to go, gayatri. I'll be fine." he said with his honey tone voice that completely swooed her.

She was hesitant but nodded and left anyway .

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He couldn't see you, he couldn't hear you or sense you anywhere no matter how hard he tried. Everything was fine, everything was resolved and everyone was saved.

Everyone except you.

It wasn't that dangerous of a villan and he was captured, so where were you?

He checked inside your apartment, you weren't there.

Maybe your parents house? No

Your friends houses? Still no.

You weren't answering your phone either, did something happen to you? Did one of the villains minion get to you? But why you? He never slipped up and went to your house in his uniform before. Did they somehow find out his identity? But that's not possible... Maybe It was his hair?...

Sighing on the rooftop of a random, he went towards your apartment one more time thinking that maybe there was a tiny chance you were there and boy was he glad he did.

You were there, not in your room but on the rooftop and just seeing you, alive and okay, lifted a huge weight off his shoulder.

he wasted absolutely no time to start swinging towards you as fast as he could, as if if he didn't capture in less than a minute you would disappear like sand in the wind, jumping and leeching onto you like a cat after his last swing.

"Wha–? Spiderman?"

your voice. He loved your voice so much but it sounded weak and fragile, were you crying?

"Spider man?" you asked again. He wanted to kiss you so bad, to make whatever it was that made you cry go away. Completely oblivious to the fact he was the reason.

Maybe his feelings towards you weren't platonic.

"I love him but I don't wanna."

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Part 3

He forget he spiderman while spidermaning

#scenarios #reader insert #pavitr x you #pavitr prabhakar x reader #pavitr x reader #spider man: across the spider verse #light fluff #very fluffy #light angst

[closurechilde]

On air!

Dying Kozuken's hair while he's streaming! (Or Kenma's fans meeting you for the first time)

I'm in politics class send help (I love it but it gets dull after 3 hours)

(I have an hc that Kenma sucks at rhythm games.)

IM A SUCKER FOR TIME-SKIP KENMA AWOOGA

Cw: Time-skip Kenma, f!reader, a bit of insults.

"Are you gonna stay still?" You ask, sighing softly from his office/gaming room/streaming room door.

Kenma nods, looking at you with shiny eyes as he waits for your response.

Kenma and you have been dating since the third year of high school, and having common interests in video games made the boy fall head over heels for you and, well, who are you to deny such a handsome boy?

For some reason, Kenma decided to let his hair grow and not dye it for a few years, ending in him having his hair his chocolate brown hair with blonde ends.

But now he wanted you to dye it all blonde again...

While streaming.

You had no problem with that. Actually, that wouldn't be the first time your hands appear on stream, and during high school, you went to a colorist class so you wouldn't fuck up your hair when dying it.

But you needed him still...

And he will be gaming.

Kenma plus gaming wasn't equal to still. He gets kinda excited while playing, and you didn't want to hurt him or dye his hair in a bad way.

You sigh and nod, turning around to head to the bathroom to get the dye before feeling two skinny arms circle your waist.

You turn around to look at him and then his computer.

Mic off...

This is serious.

"What's up, Ken?" You ask, looking up at him.

He stays silent for a bit before asking. "Can I show you to my viewers?"

"Oh." You sigh in relief and chuckle, caressing his nape. "Are you sure? I don't mind."

He nods and kisses your forehead before letting you go.

You grab the things and set them on a desk he had beside his setup.

"You ready?" You ask, putting on the gloves.

He nods. "Before we start guys, wanna show you the most beautiful woman in the world... and my colorist." He speaks to his chat, making you smile as he holds your hand and gets you closer to him.

"So I'm just a beautiful woman and your colorist for you, Kozuken?" You tease, getting into frame and the chat floods, making it hard for Kenma to read as he chuckles.

"Damn, guys, calm down. She has a boyfriend, okay?" He mumbles.

"And I love him." You add, pecking his cheek before making the mix to bleach his hair. "Ya' ready?"

The now red boy nods as he gets comfortable in his chair.

"Okay, I need you to stay still, yeah?" You tell him before putting on the first bit of the mix.

Surprisingly, he did. He stayed still while playing CoD with Kuroo and Hinata, with little jumps then and there but nothing you couldn't control.

"Ken, we gotta wash your hair." You say after letting the mix set for a while.

"I finish this song and go, love." He answers as he plays OSU! "Goddammit, why is this thing so hard?!"

You chuckle and get to the bathroom to get the water to warm up.

When he gets to the bathroom, you tell him to get on his knees so you can wash his hair in the bathtub. You dry his hair with the towel, brush it, dry his hair with the dryer and brush it again.

"I think I never colored this perfectly before." You chuckle as he looks himself in the mirror.

"This is great, love! You can't even notice that it's not my real color! And my ends fade with the new dye. I was really scared of that." He says, tying his hair in his characteristic middle ponytail. "Imagine me with two tones of blonde."

He turns around and hugs you tightly before kissing you.

"I love you~" He whispers.

"Love you too." You answer. "Go back and flex your new color, I'm gonna make dinner because someone has to feed the #1 streamer."

He smirks and kisses you again before doing as told.

Maybe you can dye his hair more often...

#haikyuu #haikyuu fluff #kozume kenma #hq x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #hq kenma #kenma x reader

[eggtartz]

Hi, can I request Mikey, Draken, Kawata brothers, Hakkai and Kazutora with a s/o that's direct and sweet? Just looking randomly to the boys and saying something like "Are you more handsome today?" smiling and running a hand over the boys' cheeks/hair/lips? How shy would they be? Ty

a/n : thankyou for requesting this and enjoy anon 🫶🏻

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souya kawata

you two were situated at the table where souya was cooking ramen for the two of you. you were staring at his back, him swiftly moving around to chop the ingredients here and there. "are you sure you don't want me to help souya kun?" he looked at you and smiled so sweetly. "it's okay y/n" he placed the ramen in two separate bowls and served in infront of you. "wow! thankyou souya kun it smells so good!" "no worries y/n go on eat it" you took the chopsticks and slurped the noodles, moaning at the salty taste. "ugh souya kun your cooking never disappoints, chefs should hire you at this point!" souya became so shy he wanted to drown himself in the ramen broth "w-well thankyou uh y/n" he had to excuse himself for blushing too much and his cheeks were hot.

hakkai shiba

he was dusting away his suit in front of the mirror to attend mitsuya's fashion show, you were gazing at the man who had a ponytail. his suit was emerald coloured, matching with his sister's. "hm do i always mentioned that you look so handsome hakkai?" you blurted out. hakkai stiffened and looked at you through the mirror, his cheeks started to get pink. "oh um, i do think you always mention that?" "hm then i'll say it more often then" it's the way you say it so honestly and without hesitant that made his knees buckled.

nahoya kawata

he was just done beating up unwanted intruders at the area, you being surrounded by his members until he's done. he approached you and smiled but a different one, like a genuine one. "hm although you look so attractive like this, all bloody and all just go easy okay?" you stroked his cheek that has blood on it, not his blood for sure. "okay then wait here i'll beat up more people so i can be more attractive for you" "nahoya kun.." he has no problems at accepting your honest compliments, he does gets blushes over them he just doesn't admit that.

ken ryuguji

draken had just woke up and took a shower. he sat on the floor while you were drying his hair, not trusting him to do so when he's still sleepy and everything. draken had his hair routine done by you for a while now, as he had to wake up early and you were a morning person you saw no harm in doing your boyfriend's hair. after drying his hair, you combed the hair with your fingers humming at the softness "your hair is so soft ken.." the statement made draken's eyes widened as your voice was enticing and the fact that he couldn't see your face made it more nerve-wracking. "well, you take care of them everyday, they're soft because of you" you kissed the top of his head braided his hair while draken blushed.

manjiro sano

he was busy stuffing his face with the delicious dorayaki while you stared at him eating so happily. it made you content that he enjoys dessert, it's so obvious at everyone's eyes and it's so adorable. he had dorayaki fillings stained on his lips so you used your point finger to remove the stain away, touching his lower lips. mikey stopped his munching and looked at you. what he also doesn't expect is when you ate the filling that was on his lips, making him look somewhere else to hide his flusters. "do-do you want some dorayaki y/n?" "oh it's okay mikey, you eat them okay?" yeah man just blushed even harder.

kazutora hanemiya

nokazutora is oblivious towards flirting sometimes so he's glad he dated with you who's direct and says things simply like that. so whenever you compliment him, he truly acknowledge that it's the truth you're talking about, not just some random flirts. "y/n did you really mean it when you said you like my long hair?" he hesitantly asked you who was on your laptop. "yes tora, i think the yellow highlights go well with long hair. but i think you look good in any hairstyle" you smiled at him who was lying down on the bed. you didn't noticed how he buried his face in the pillow, tempted to scream at your sweet compliment. "well, i think you look good in every hairstyle too y/n" he made eye contact with you and had to buried his face in the pillow again so you wouldn't see his red cheeks.

#tokyo revengers #tokrev #tokyo rev x y/n #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers x yn #tokyo revengers fluff #fluff #souya kawata #angry tokyo revengers #angry fluff #angry x reader #hakkai shiba #tokyo revengers hakkai #hakkai fluff #hakkai x reader #nahoya kawata #smiley tokyo revengers #smiley fluff #smiley x reader #draken tokyo revengers #draken fluff #draken x reader #ken ryuguji #sano mikey manjiro #tokyo revengers mikey #mikey fluff #mikey x reader #kazutora fluff #kazutora hanemiya #tokyo revengers kazutora

[reliablejoukido]

my feelings on The Beginning. I welcome discourse and dissenting opinions, but I do NOT welcome hate. Also I'm going to bed literally right after publishing this, so I will talk to y'all tomorrow.

I loved Fullmetal Alchemist: Digimon The Beginning a lot. Seeing the English dub was a wonderful experience and it brought me back to the reason why 02 was my favorite season in the first place. I also appreciated seeing the subbed version tonight, as it helped solidify the plot in my head.

I adored Daisuke especially. I loved Daisuke's emotions and his dialogue and his ability to strike friendship into the heart of anyone. I loved his adorable interactions with Ken, his chaotic interactions with Miyako, and his extremely ship-worthy interactions with Lui. And that scene where Ken pointed out how calm he was? Extremely powerful. Also Daisuke's queer energy was off the charts in this film, just saying. That alone means so much to me.

Also Takeru was SO in character when he was like "I know there is the possibility of Digimon partner-induced nuclear war, but hello??? Patamon might die????" I realize that's an oversimplification of his point, but it felt so right for him.

So like... I don't want to get into arguments about this, because I always feel like I'm wrong about lore and people yell at me just for thinking things they think are "wrong". So these are just my personal opinions which are obviously in no way accurate.

But in my opinion, Lui wasn't the first person to partner with a Digimon. I felt that Ukkomon was unreliable and untrustworthy and unstable, so I don't trust anything he claimed was true. I don't trust Ukkomon's concept of being the reason for Digimon and human partnerships to be accurate. I mean, I could bring Hiroki Hida and Oikawa into the mix. Or Maki and Daigo (if you try to tell me tri isn't canon just because of some interview, I'm going to block you just fyi).

I also don't entirely buy Ukkomon to be the reason the Chosen Children were even Chosen. Wouldn't Lui have been part of their adventure if that was the case? There are so many reasons the Digital World needed the Chosen Children that had absolutely nothing to do with Lui and Ukkomon. The whole Digital World's existence wasn't even mentioned regarding Ukkomon.

I really just don't trust anything Ukkomon did or said. He litterally brainwashed, manipulated, and eventually killed Lui's parents, so forgive me if I find what he says hard to believe. But I seriously loved that Ukkomon was chaotic and untrustworthy. It made for a fascinating "villain". I loved that we were lead to believe some new lore that may or may not be true, depending on how much you believe Ukkomon and Lui.

I also want to believe that now that the digivices are gone (which already happened to Sora, Taichi, Yamato, and implied Mimi, Jou, and Koushiro), that they will receive Digi-eggs soon, perhaps after they go through more important situations in their adult lives. If you know me, then you know I'm not the biggest fan of the ending of Kizuna, because I felt like it was a personal attack on my adulthood. I want more than anything for there to be a reason for Taichi and the others to see their Digimon again. I believe the ending of The Beginning gave us hope that Taichi's bond with Agumon transcends his own broken digivice.

So that's it, mostly. You can all stay tuned for when the movie is available on streaming/blu-ray, because you KNOW I'll be photoshopping ponytails onto Ken again. Also I'm planning a Daisuke/Lui fic at some point.

#Digimon meta #my headcanons; #da02tb #Digimon adventure 02 the beginning #Digimon adventure 02 the beginning spoilers #the beginning #the beginning spoilers #Digimon spoilers

[tgft212]

What Was I Made For

Natasha and Maria watch the Barbie movie together, and they feel it. This is my attempt to comfort myself, given it's 16th October.. Miss them both.

It was a movie, a stupid movie. Or at least that’s what Natasha tried to tell herself. 

Her and Maria looked foreward to watching it together, after missing it in the cinema because of missions and family time with the Bartons. 

She had no idea movies held so much power. The ones she knew by heart still, old Disney movies the Red Room used to get them to have a perfect pronunciation, to remember, to practice. 

The evening started like any of their dates in the appartement. Take out food, making fun of each other. Maria questioned her baking skills (they were excellent, thank you very much), and Natasha made fun of her cooking (not that she could cook to save her life). 

They ate dinner in relative silence, comfortable on the couch in slacks after so much work and missions and saving asses and trying not to strangle Stark, and whoever from Coulson’s team, who kept insisting on making their life even more difficult every damn second. 

They joke, falling into the comfortable atmosphere of their place, their safe place. They throw whipped cream after one another, laughing so hard their stomachs hurt. Because there they can. There they are Nat and Ria and nothing can change that, their sanctuary. 

Maria got too much in her hair, after she wahes it she comes out holding scissors and a machine with clippers.

“Wanna cut my hair?” She’s not joking. These days the hair reaches her mid back and Maria is sick of it. It’s hard to manage, not to mention the sensory hell it turned out to be. 

Nat jumps up, already dragging a chair to the bathroom, sitting Maria down with a towel on her shoulders before the former commander really knows what’s happening. 

“What do you want?” She's eyeing Maria’s hair, playing with the length and her brain is visibly working hard over time. 

“Not a buzzcut, something with shape that will not require me styling it every damn second.” Natasha smiles wickedly and suggests for Maria to turn around, away from the mirror. 

“Do you trust me?”

“With my life.”

And so Natasha begins. She chops off bigger chunks in the beginning, leaving the hair shoulder length before she continues. One last questioning look to Maria, one last nod before her complete cofus is on her girlfriend’s hair. She sections, cuts, shaves, sections again, cuts a little of the ends to add texture. Maria enjoys every second. 

In the end the top is left longer, her left side shaved and hair on the right side gains length from back to front. Hairstyle that can be completely left alone, but can also be tied into a bun or ponytail. 

Maria loves it, she beams at Natasha, who’s smirking and cleaning off any leftover hair. 

In the end it takes them two hours from dinner before they sit down for the movie. 

Barbie. 

In the beginning they are sitting side by side, holding hands under the soft purple blanket Clint gave them last year. Nat’s head resting on Maria’s shoulder and Maria’s head resting on Nat’s. 

They of course heard about the reactions. They never anticipated what the movie made them feel. 

They never anticipated that a movie about a Barbie doll would have them tense after fifteen minutes, that they would clench to each other by one hour mark. That where presumably a lot of poeple cried, the two of them were so stiff that any one of their muscles could break any second. They got so scared for Barbie, their hands shook violently, having been kept stable by each other.

They never anticipated the speech, THE speech. When Gloria says ‘It’s literally impossible to be a woman’ they are both shaking with unshed tears. The battle of Kens leaves Natasha terrified and Maria feeling emotions she thought she buried so long ago.

During all that turmoil all they have is each other, the movie makes them feel so much, too much. It wouldn’t have had the effect a year ago, when they were both doing a lot of heavy lifting for each other, to open up, to not push the other away. 

Their current selves are so very happy they didn’t watch the movie alone, that they watched it together, in space they designed to be safe. Especially when ‘What was I made for?’ hit the television’s speakers. 

That’s when Natasha almost loses control, almost. Tears stream down her face and bury her face in Maria’s neck. Maria holds the back of her head with one hand, keeping her grounded. Tears streaming down her own face intensify.

Once the credits are done they move slowly together to the bedroom. Already beeing in sleepwear is something they are both very grateful for. 

As they climb into the bed, Nat’s back to Maria’s front, the taller woman’s arms wrapped around the red head’s middle. Natasha hanns onto them like they keep her alive there and then. 

None of them falls asleep, the movie too recent in their minds. 

It’s about an hour later when Natasha starts reciting all too familiar speech:

“It is literally impossible to be a woman. You are so beautiful, and so smart, and it kills me that you don't think you're good enough. Like, we have to always be extraordinary, but somehow we're always doing it wrong.”

Maria saw this coming. She knows how they taught them languages, she knows almost everything. So she lightly tightens her hold of the Russian as she continues, as if in a trans.

“You have to be thin, but not too thin. And you can never say you want to be thin. You have to say you want to be healthy, but also you have to be thin. You have to have money, but you can't ask for money because that's crass. You have to be a boss, but you can't be mean. You have to lead, but you can't squash other people's ideas. You're supposed to love being a mother, but don't talk about your kids all the damn time. You have to be a career woman but also always be looking out for other people.”

Maria can feel tears rolling down her face once again. She joins Nat for the next part, unable to keep all the emotions to herself, needing an out as her heart threatens to slam her chest apart.

“You have to answer for men's bad behavior, which is insane, but if you point that out, you're accused of complaining. You're supposed to stay pretty for men, but not so pretty that you tempt them too much or that you threaten other women because you're supposed to be a part of the sisterhood.”

Natasha turns in her arms, tears streaming down her face. 

“But always stand out and always be grateful. But never forget that the system is rigged. So find a way to acknowledge that but also always be grateful.”

They put as much emotion into it as theu can, as much pain, anger and all of the feelings they had to hide throughout their life.

“You have to never get old, never be rude, never show off, never be selfish, never fall down, never fail, never show fear, never get out of line. It's too hard! It's too contradictory and nobody gives you a medal or says thank you! And it turns out in fact that not only are you doing everything wrong, but also everything is your fault.”

They stare at each other silently, both the definition of ‘mess’.

“They really fuckes us up didn’t they?” Maria nods and lets out a desparate laugh. 

“I think that's the understatement of the century.” Maria caresses Nat’s face, not necessarily erasing the tears. They should fall, Nat deserves to cry as much as she needs. 

Natasha nods, leaning into the touch. 

“You know, I used to be scared of every man in the room, in the world.” Her chuckle is dry, painful, a life of memories she’d rather forget. “I was so scared, no, terrified for her.” Maria nods, not only did she feel it when Natasha tensed up like a guitar string, she had the same feeling. 

“I’m so happy all of the Barbies have each other, and Gloria and Sasha..” her voice stops in its tracks as sobs kept down for too long rip through her. 

Maria simply opens up her arms and lets Natasha decide just how much human contact she can handle in the moment. 

Nat hides in Maria’s shoulder, hugging her stomach like her life depends on it, letting herself get close. 

Maria hugs her back, making soothing circles on her back. 

“You deserved so much better Nat, so much better.” and for once in her life Natasha nods, she doesn’t deny, doesn’t deflect, she just nods, heavy crying into Maria’s shoulder. 

“I’m so proud of you, so proud of how far you’ve come. ”That you let yourself be emotional and comforted after a movie that had no right to hit the places as much as it did,” Maria murmurs into Nat’s hair. 

Natasha raises her head up after a couple of minutes, her presumably red eyes looking straight through Maria.

“I’m proud of you too. Emotion about a movie based on a doll I know you used to play with.” They both grin at that, slowly, almost sadly. “Let yourself feel it all love, please.” 

Maria was already crying with Nat, but now she begins anew. Gods, the men in their lives had really managed to completely mess them up. 

It’s hours before they go to sleep, softly talking and crying, letting their inner children out under the safety and hood of the night.

#blackhill #natasha romanoff #maria hill #maria hill/natasha romanoff #barbie movie feels

[memoriesofmidnight]

there's a house across the street. people have come and gone.

i knew a girl once. she had long hair, a favourite dress, and nine barbies. she didn't have a ken, and i remember her saying she didn't want one because then all her dolls couldn't share clothes. she'd feel bad for ken, sitting there in one shirt and pants and shoes.

she used to be clumsy. she came home every evening with scraped knees and torn leggings, and hair pulled out of ponytails with the rubber band nowhere to be found.

she used to dance, putting on music on her mother's old ipod and hopping around the room. there were videos of her dancing like that, grinning widely and laughing loud. nobody ever told her it wasn't okay to be weird. because it wasn't.

she did ballet for some months. she made friends in class, knew other pretty girls with their tutus and perfect plies. she dropped the class later. maybe she didn't like the teacher, or the lost time, or the pressure. maybe she just wasn't a fan of the colour pink.

she wasn't a big fan of wasted space, either. ...i wonder what she'd think of me now.

we lost touch, over the years. she moved away when i was a teen, but she still comes here sometimes on holidays. we catch up, and she tells me about the girls she thinks are pretty and the way her best friend's eyes light up when she watches a show she likes.

she's still got long hair, but now it's long enough to reach her back. if she cut off an inch, nobody would even notice, that's how long it is. she asks me to style it sometimes, and all i do is braid it out of habit. it looks pretty, but the other day when i looked at a picture of her i had to pause a second before i recognised who it was.

if she never visited again, i think i could forget her.

i don't think i'd ever forgive myself if i did. forget her, that is.

i know a boy. he only moved here recently, taking the house the girl left behind. he says he used to read but he stopped. he says he has a lot of friends, but i've never seen them at his door. i think he's full of shit.

one day, i let the girl and the boy meet. the boy accidentally ran off with her. at least, i think it was by mistake. i'm sure they never meant to leave me here.

this boy, he has short hair and wears pink shirts sometimes. his favourite colour is green, like the grass in his garden. he wears jeans and trims his hair every few months, when it starts to skate at his shoulders.

sometimes, i think i know him, whom i have known for a much shorter time, more than the girl. i think she'd be mad at me for that.

sometimes, the boy is angry. i don't know at what. i think he's angry at me. i get angry at him, too, so it's fine. i wish he would leave like the girl did, but lets the girl come back. i wish he stays forever and bars the girl from ever returning.

if i could, i'd forget him. i think he would want me to forget him, too. but i can't. he lives in the house i see every day, and i know he's there.

it's fine. i don't think i could ever forget him. if i did, i don't think the girl would forgive me for that, either. she's always been too kind for her own good.

sometimes i think she's known him for longer than i have. maybe they were friends, pen-pals. maybe they were cosmically connected because they lived in the same house across the street.

#books & libraries #words #writers #literature #trans #transgender #queer #sam writes stuff #<- i don't use that name anymore but this is for tagging purposes #gender #queerness #genderqueer

[hettiesworld]

Name of fic: bad idea right? Pairings: Jeremy Renner x OFC (Simone), Anthony Mackie x OFC (Simone - brother/sister relationship), Sebastian Stan/Anthony Mackie. Plot summary: Her half-brother Anthony invited Simone to an afterparty where some famous people go to have a blast of a party. But it feels like the more time she spends at the party, the more she wants to go home with Jeremy… it’s a bad idea, right? Fic inspired by: The song “bad idea right?” by Olivia Rodrigo. Author’s note: I’m not gonna keep saying “half-brother”, so if it says brother then you know what I mean. And don’t worry Simone is 22, so she’s old enough.

Simone’s POV

Halloween. 2023.

My black curly hair was up in a ponytail as I wore a loose, revealing black dress, see-through grey tights, really long, black leather boots and cat ears and tail – with black makeup on my face to show a cute little nose and whiskers, and of course fangs – I walked into the undisclosed location of an afterparty somewhere in Los Angeles. I was Anthony Mackie’s plus-one, and I was his half-sister, surprisingly.

“Simi!” And that was his annoying voice. I was joking of course. I could see he was dressed as zombie Falcon – a very unoriginal idea if you ask me. But I noticed him talking to Sebastian Stan – who was Cowboy Ken – and someone else; I waved at him as I walked over to the group and as I got closer to them, I realised who the third person was.

No fuckin’ way.

“Jeremy?” I exclaimed out loud as I recognised the dimples in Renner’s face when he smiled. Yes, I didn’t acknowledge Anthony or Sebastian that much, but can you blame me? I haven’t seen Jeremy since I did some voice work for his film, Arctic Dogs.

I was trying to figure out what Jeremy was wearing exactly. Was he like a vampire? Or some kind of Joker? I could see some kind of temporary hair dye in his hair.

“Hey, Simone!” I heard him excitedly say back to me, and I then felt him hug me and softly kiss my cheek. I tried not to freak out as I heard snickering from my brother’s mouth. Jeremy had a confusing look on his face as we both pulled away.

I gave Anthony a look, tilting my head with a look as I glared at him. “Anthony Dwane Mackie. Don’t you fuckin’ snigger at me.” “What? I-I was not sniggering at all!” Anthony said, looking like I offended him in some way and a hand on his chest, gasping out loud, to which Sebastian playfully slapped his ‘friend’s’ arm. “Anyways, are you dressed as a sexy cat?” “Mh-hm. A sexy vampire cat, to be more exact.” I explained to them, showing off the bite mark that was on my neck and the fangs of course, which made Sebastian have a confused look on his face. “I didn’t know cats could be vampires…” “It’s called using your imagination, Sebastian,” Anthony remarked. “Well, I think it looks good on you, Simone.”

I heard Jeremy complimenting me and I tried not to blush at his words.

“And what are you supposed to be, Mackie? Because going as your own character is so predictable for you.” Jeremy then asked Mackie.

I just nodded at what Jeremy just said, his laughter was quite loud. I could hear him trying to get his words out, his drink going down the wrong way.

“I’m sorry, but that costume is so unoriginal!” “Oh, so going as a sexy vampire is any better?” As Anthony said that, Jeremy had a confused look on his face. ‘Was he not a vampire?’ I thought to myself. As he showed my brother that he didn’t have any fake fangs in his mouth, it was clear that he wasn’t dressed as a vampire.

“Does this look like I’m a vampire?” “Not really mate,” Sebastian said casually, with a shrug of his shoulders. “What are you supposed to be exactly?” “I’m supposed to be Lucifer. From the show? Hence the suit and the slight red hair dye….” Jeremy tried to explain to Anthony, Sebastian and myself, but the Falcon and Winter Soldier duo couldn’t see it. They then started to complain about where his horns and wings were.

But I was digging the costume. It did look like he was blooded up and the suit was teared up. He looked quite hot like that.

“Doesn’t Lucifer have horns or, at least wings?” Anthony asked him. “Well yes, but even though he does have them, does he show them all the time? No.” “Well, I think it’s a cool outfit idea actually,” I said out loud, but I wouldn’t expect to say the next thing that came out of my mouth. “It’s actually quite hot.” My hands went to my mouth as quick as the Flash, and my eyes noticed Anthony – again – trying so hard not to laugh out loud. Sebastian was facing away from us, so I couldn’t tell if he was sniggering.

Of course, I was too scared to see Jeremy’s reaction.

Little did I know that he was smirking at my unique choice of words.

“Ooh, they’re doing karaoke!” I exhaled as Anthony changed the subject, but I was dreading for him to ask me to sing. “Sis, you should definitely sing!” “Wait, you can sing?” That surprised Jeremy as I sighed, shrugging my shoulders. I didn’t want to sing in front of a few hundred people. That was not my thing. “Y-yeah…?” I said with slight hesitation to my voice. “Please could you sing for me?” Anthony pleaded with me.

All that I could was freeze for a moment. But it looked like Jeremy could see the nervousness in me as he placed a hand on my shoulder, which seemed to calm me down slightly.

“If she doesn’t want to sing, then she doesn’t have to,” Jeremy told Anthony with a stern look on his face. “Fine, fine… But anyway me and Sebastian are going to go up. C’mon, Seb!” “Wait what-”

I didn’t even hear Sebastian trying to get his words out or see Anthony pulling his best mate towards the karaoke machine as I was quite distracted by Jeremy himself… Which only left me and Jeremy on our own. My anxiousness rose as soon as I realised that it was only the two of us together.

I couldn’t think of anything to say to him. Other than…

“So how have you been since… y’know?” I asked him, not wanting to bring the taboo subject up. I didn’t know if it was a good thing to ask him about his well-being after his accident. But as soon as I heard him say that he was well, that lifted my spirits a little bit. “I’ve been well, I guess… how about you?” He asked me with a soft smile. “Meh. I mean, my career in both music and acting is going alright. I was in the Barbie movie-” “Oh shit yeah! You were the… daughter, right?” I just nodded as Jeremy continued to say. “I didn’t mean any of what I said about Barbie…” All I did was laugh. “Don’t worry Jeremy. I don’t take offence to any of that.” She chuckled with a slight blush on her face.

Jeremy also laughed softly, with a small smile on his face.

“That’s good. I don’t want to be mean to you.” Jeremy said to me, to which I raised an eyebrow at what he said. “What? Jay, you’ve never been mean to me… what do you mean?” I asked him with a confused look on my face. “Well, I’ve never wanted to be disrespectful or angry at you. I know how you hate grappling with emotions and people being mean to you. It makes you annoyed–” “Jeremy… what are you going on about?”

Jeremy moved closer towards me and cleared his throat.

“Well…” Jeremy was trying to get his words out, and I realised he was trying to avoid eye contact with me. Not deliberately of course, but I had a feeling why he was being like this around me. “Jeremy… is it because you like me, not as a friend, but romantically?” I asked him, with a blush on my face, hesitantly touching his arm. He looked at me with a slight chuckle coming up his throat, managing to face me again. “I guess that’s what I’m trying to say, yeah.”

I just looked at him with a bright smile, and he could see the blush on my face. I saw him move even closer towards me, and it felt like the world had stopped spinning. Did his arm accidentally touch my own?

“Do you want to get out of here, Simone? This party is a bit of a bore, right?” Jeremy asked, standing beside me and unconsciously parting his lips, clearing his throat. “You want to leave my brother and his friend here?” I retort back, noticing that Jeremy was sipping his drink and licking his lips. “Well, I think he’s doing quite well here actually,” Jeremy said as he pointed towards my brother, who was clearly flirting with Sebastian. I knew that they had a thing, but I always thought that it was a joke or something.

Anthony and Sebastian were still at the karaoke machine, singing some kind of rap/hip-hop song – to which I couldn’t figure out what the song was – and I noticed that my brother was sexually gazing at Sebastian, exploring his body. And then Sebastian was reaching out to slide his fingers down to Anthony’s hand and pulling him close.

“Okay then. We can get out of here.” I smiled at him before he took my hand and led me out of the undisclosed location of the party.

As we both got to his place – as he had a house in LA if he was visiting the city – he had some things to take into his home, so his hands were quite full as he was carrying some bags. “Do you mind getting the door? My keys are in my pocket.” Jeremy angled himself so that I could get to his pocket. I put my hand into his jeans pocket but there were no keys that I could feel.

“Uhm… darlin’, those aren’t my keys.” Jeremy awkwardly said with a slight chuckle, as he looked away. “Oh shit! Fuck, I am so sorry Jay!” A flush creeps across my cheeks, as I moved my hand out of his pocket as quickly as lightning, my ears turned red as she thought sweat was falling down my forehead. “It’s okay. They’re actually in my jacket pocket. The one closest to you.” Jeremy said with a chuckle and a smirk, as he watched me slowly putting my hand in the pocket of his suit jacket. I started to rummage my hand around it until I felt them, taking them out.

I took the bags out of his hand for him, as I wasn’t sure which way the key turned to unlock the door, so he did that whilst I waited for him to open the door. After he did, he smiled as a ‘thank you’, taking the bags out of my hands and letting me in first.

As he closed the door behind us, I watched him walk over to the kitchen and put the bags on the counter. He must’ve gone shopping earlier in the day. A lack of eye contact was definitely there for me, realising that he was walking back towards me.

“Please Simone, make yourself comfortable.” He gestured towards the couch in the room and I nodded slightly, slowly walking over towards it. As I sat down in the seat, Jeremy was simply leaning against the doorway with a smirk on his face, tilting his head like he was quite interested in me.

And I instantly knew he was DEFINITELY interested in me.

“So..?” I said with a nervous tick, a small smile grew on my face as I observed him walking over to me. Was he trying to change his posture and walk to fit the character he was dressed up as? Or was it normal? “You romantically like me then?” I asked him, to which he chuckled softly.

He then sat next to me, putting his arm around me. “Yeah, I do…” He then placed his other hand on my face, before leaning down and gently pressing his lips to mine. It made me gasp softly as our lips met, and I felt an electric charge jolt through my body. I was lost in the moment, consumed by the heat of his mouth on mine.

As we pulled away, we both shared a soft intake of breath; we looked at each other with a smile and all I could say to it was, “Wow” as I heard Jeremy chuckle softly.

“You liked that?” He asked me – my face was as red as a tomato – as I nodded slowly. I then gained the confidence to put my hands on the back of his neck, pulling his head closer towards mine. “Oh… you want another one, darlin’?” He asked me with a smile, innocently letting me take the lead on what was about to happen.

“Perhaps I want something more…” I decided to flirt with him, to which I noticed him raising an eyebrow with a smile on his face. “You sure about that?” Jeremy retorted back at me. “Jay, I’m only 22. I want you to be my first time, I’m sure of that.” I nodded at him, confessing that I hadn’t had my virginity taken from me yet, and Jeremy was going to be my first time. And he was quite surprised about that.

“Wait, y-you’re a virgin?” He asked me with a raised eyebrow. And all I did was nod nervously, biting my lip. “Simone, it’s okay. I’ll make sure your first time is… memorable.” He said to me with a smile, to which I retaliated back.

I felt his hand lifting up my chin, and his thumb rubbing my soft and delicate bottom lip. “Really?” “I’m definitely sure, Mona.” I heard him chuckle deeply.

I instantly blushed at the nickname as I felt him pull my body towards his, as close as he could, before kissing me again passionately. Of course, I kissed him back, feeling his hands on my waist and I moaned softly against his lips.

#jeremy renner #masterlist #marvel #jeremy renner x reader #hettiesworld #Youtube

[non-fantasy]

HONEYWORKS

THANK YOU DANDYLIONY AND VIO AND NILLY

blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

i'm not sure what you expected. of course it's liphiyo. this is my favourite image of them. i love them so much. they are so good. i will not rest until i make a liphiyo fandom with my own bare hands.

scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

I AM NOT SURE WHAT YOU EXPECTED FROM ME. SHE IS SO GOOD AND SO SHAPED AND I WANT TO SQUISH HER LITTLE CHEEKS SO MUCH. I LOVE HER. I LOVE HER SOOOO MUCH SHE IS SOOOO CUTE. I LEGITIMATELY STRUGGLED TO PICK A PICTURE OF HER TO USE HERE BECAUSE I HAVE SO MANY GOOD ONES <- (ALL OF THEM ARE GOOD) AND I WOULD HAVE BEEN IMAGE LIMITED AGAIN IF I POSTED ALL OF THEM. I STILL CANNOT NOT POST THESE ONES

scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

fuuma is so good and i love him. he is so gender. it's literally like almost the two year anniversary of the last time we saw dolce, ever, but also i love him. there is a reason there is a "fuuma & hiyori" friendship tag on ao3 and the reason is me. they are besties in my head <- (they have never interacted ever)

(i can and will ramble too hard about fuuma and hiyori and cinderella motifs and what that means for liphiyo and kazufuuma if provoked.)

glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

OKAY THIS IS THE THING. THAT PEOPLE NEED TO KNOW. HIYORI HAS A BEST FRIEND IN HER HOMETOWN. I DON'T KNOW IF SHE STILL EXISTS BECAUSE SHE HASN'T BEEN MENTIONED IN YEARS???? BUT??? (ponytailed girl in gamushara isn't her because they have different hairstyles)

her name is satoe and i don't remember what her last name is, which is bad, because i'm like the only person who cares that she exists.

because like!!! the scene of her getting hiyori to eat pocky with her is a silly scene with a lot of poly implications and it's funny that satoe literally showed hiyori pictures of her future boyfriends and hiyori didn't recognize the two at all despite eating SO MANY of the boxes. but also

it's a sweet and touching scene because hiyori is afraid to go to high school in a new city and considers giving up on track and field to try and stay where she is but satoe refuses to let that happen!!! she encourages hiyori to go for it because she KNOWS hiyori wouldn't be happy giving up a dream so precious to her and gives hiyori a push forward! she's literally the reason why the plot could happen, but she's been forgotten and overlooked and i want justice!!! i want her back!!! i want her to find out that her best friend has somehow managed to start dating her idols despite not recognizing them at all!!!!

poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

i refuse to interact with the fandom enough to know what the controversies are or who's unpopular (though i learn who's unpopular through my friends sometimes). i can only think of koyuki and minami for being pathetic but also if i say that i think mar will go "you're using poor little meow meow wrong"

can i say that aizo and yujiro are poor little meow meows to hiyori's cinnamon rolls? because i will just to post more liphiyo pics

horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

i'm sure the reason i would torment this man is obvious just by looking at him

okay for legal reasons (self-preservation) i need to clarify that was a joke. i torment him because i saw japanese fans shipping him and manager uchida but like. arrogant teenage boy crushing on an adult woman and she's just ignoring him kind of way. and i thought it was hilarious and i think it'd be funny if that was how every one of his ships played out, even the ones with boys his age.

eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

liphiyo angels to devils with reincarnation au-- (I AM FORCIBLY RESTRAINED)

--honestly. probably ken. i love writing him and i love his dynamic with aizo but also. he's just fundamentally the kind of guy you need to punt sometimes <3

[lazysublimeengineer]

vigilante shit

Summary: Someone told his white-collar crimes to the FBI.

Or Mitsuya works as an undercover agent in the law enforcement with Naoto. Draken is an assassin working under Kisaki. A chance encounter at a bar makes their evening more intriguing.

Characters: Ken "Draken" Ryuuguuji, Mitsuya Takashi, Tachibana, Naoto, Shiba Yuzuha

(A/N: I don’t own this franchise. This wonderful manga is owned by Ken Wakui and this catchy song belongs to Taylor Swift).

Draw the cat eye, sharp enough to kill a man

You did some bad things, but I'm the worst of them

Sometimes I wonder which one will be your last lie

They say looks can kill and I might try

I don't dress for women

I don't dress for men

Lately I've been dressing for revenge

The loud music reverberated across the murky surroundings of the bar along with the hazy swirl of the smoke around the dancefloor that surrounded the crowd who were dancing recklessly in the middle of it.

A man dressed in a suit sat in one of the available barstools and swirled the champagne in his glass idly, his languid, orchid irises roamed around the environment casually.

Tonight, was one of those casual nights in the bar where the walls were vibrating from the noises of the stereo and the jampacked crowd on the dancefloor.

Nothing new.

Will he go home empty handed again tonight?

The male started to take a sip on his champagne casually when there’s a slight crackling sound in his hearing that generated from the small device attached to him that’s invisible to the naked eye alone.

“Bravo Echo 1-1. Any progress for this evening?” A cool voice permeated on his senses at the other end of the line.

“Negative Aries.” Mitsuya resisted the urge to sigh in defeat. Maybe he should ask Naoto to give him cold cases instead of doing this mission?

The target was cool and slick. And he wasn’t spotted on the same place quite often.

He wasn’t an assassin by Kisaki for nothing.

“Right. Just stay there for a bit longer until your shift is—”

Naoto’s voice dwindled into nothing as suddenly Mitsuya’s line of sight caught someone very familiar to him.

Exceptionally tall, broad shoulders, long, midnight hair that was always tied back into a simple ponytail, well chiseled face, and those pair of deep, obsidian eyes that could bored right through one’s soul with just one intense look alone.

Ryuuguji Ken.

Or simply known as Draken.

Lady luck must be smiling upon him tonight as the man himself finally graced this bar that’s one of Kisaki’s chain of businesses.

He was dressed casually.

But it didn’t hide the fact that his presence was still magnetic because of how pleasant looking he was just how by the others ogling unashamedly at him.

The only thing that prevented them from approaching him was his stoic face and the dragon tattoo embedded on the side of his head.

It leant an intense and intimidating aura to his presence.

Mitsuya tried to be subtle in his observation, knowing that he should tread carefully now.

“I’ll call you later Aries. This is going to be a long night for me…” He murmured as he finally ended their conversation and turned off his device.

His eyes were drawn back to the glass he emptied and signaled for the waiter to refill his glass.

Mitsuya’s senses were sharp even if his eyes remained in one spot alone, he could still sense on who was approaching him without giving himself away.

Nevertheless, his nerves were skyrocketing and his heartbeat increased in tempo.

Shit.

Draken was sitting beside him.

He fervently hoped within himself that he hadn’t blown his cover.

I don't start it but I can tell you how it ends

Don't get sad, get even

So on the weekends

I don't dress for friends

Lately I've been dressing for revenge

Draken sat on the available barstool beside the man dressed in nines.

He didn’t even look at him that long. But one single glance from him made him sure that this was the same man who possessed those pair of startingly pomegranate orbs who was observing him from head to toe.

 Draken inwardly admitted that the guy had a comely looking face. The kind of presence which you would probably see in the pages of GQ magazines.

However, he wasn’t about to be distracted by those well-defined features alone.

He didn’t last in his job right now if he got sidetracked by those simple things. Although he gotta admit that the male had a talent by being subtle unlike the other people who were being obvious in their stares.

One of his hands signals for the bartender to approach him and get his order.

The bartender turned out to be a young lady who possessed dark, brown eyes and long, wavy chestnut locks. She sported a cool yet serious expression on her face and a voice that meant not be fuck over by a drunk customer while she’s on the job. She probably experienced those kinds of customers that it wasn’t new to her to put them in their places.

“What can I get you?”

“On the rocks please.” He answered simply.

The woman nodded in silence and began to prepare his drink in another aisle.

As soon as the bartender was out of their sight again, he finally took a simple, cursory glance at the male who was nursing his drink on his hand before his eyes settled back to his own spot once again.

“Why are you looking at me?” He asked directly.

“What do you mean by that?” The lavender haired man asked innocently. His voice was fine as a silk and reminded him of the cool, charming breeze of the wind in the morning.

He didn’t have the time to be distracted. Damn it.

“I mean what I said. You’re staring at me earlier. Why?” Draken asked in a low voice.

“I guess I’m wondering why you sit here in all places where you could be sitting more in a joyful crowd rather than here.” The other replied smoothly as he sipped from his drink.

Draken sat up straighter, narrowing his eyes, although there were some vestiges of a smile curling around his lips. “You’re new here, right? Haven’t seen you here before.” Two can play at this game. Draken had a feeling that he won’t get anything straightforward from him soon.

“Yeah. So are you.” The man finally looked at him with a small smile on his face and Draken couldn’t help but to gaze a little bit longer, as if he was bewitched by the good-looking man in front of him.

A light chuckle left his lips before his eyes settled on the approaching bartender who handed him the drink with that cool, stoic expression on her face. He took the glass and thanked her before she left.

“So, what’re you doing here?” Draken asked nonchalantly.

“A need to have a lively crowd  in front of me while drinking.” He answered coolly. “What about you?” He asked back.

“A strong need for some great whiskey with ice.” He quipped back.

“Well, you could’ve had it at home or any place where you can get them into.” The male replied with a serene smile on his face.

“They serve it better here. I love the taste.” Draken answered lightly.

The bartender came in once again with another drink as soon as they finished drinking from their glasses. “And our services are also impeccable. Saves you time from self service at home.” The woman drawled out smoothly.

“Of course. You’re one of the best around here Yuzuha.” Draken chuckled lightly as the bartender rolled her eyes playfully and walked past them.

“Don’t sweet talk to me you idiot. I’m not giving you any discount for those drinks.” She retorted with one of her smart, aleck remarks.

Draken shook his head in fond exasperation before he turned back to the male who was looking at him with an arched brow and that everlasting smile still present on his lips.

A smirk curled around his lips and brought out something from his pocket, slipping it subtly beside him before standing up and taking his drink.

“Guess I’ll be seeing you ‘round here.” Were his last words before he disappeared and blended with the crowd.

She needed cold hard proof so I gave her some

She had the envelope, where you think she got it from?

Now she gets the house, gets the kids, gets the pride

Picture me thick as thieves with your ex-wife

And she looks so pretty

Driving in your Benz

Lately she's been dressing for revenge

Mitsuya stared at the small piece of paper handed to him and read the small, few words that brought an intrigue smile to his lips.

‘Room 409. Top left of the building. 4th flr. I’ll expect you there soon.’

He guessed that his efforts were worth it after all.

He got him where he wanted him to be.

While he was doing lines

And crossing all of mine

Someone told his white collar crimes to the FBI

And I don't dress for villains

Or for innocents

I'm on my vigilante shit again

(A/N: Remember that one timeline in future during and after Valhalla arc? Where Takemichi interviewed Draken in a cell while being on a death row? And that one bad timeline where Takemichi time leap and was one of the admins of Toman? Both timelines, Mitsuya’s fate, identity and whereabouts were unknown because he wasn’t mentioned by the characters which is odd considering he’s one of the Founding members of Toman and one of the important characters in the franchise. There’s a possibility that he’s dead in both timelines. But it should have been mentioned implicitly there. Then I have a weird, crazy HC what if Mitsuya wasn’t part of their lives and in their gangs but instead working as an undercover agent in a law enforcement alongside with Naoto? Their target is Draken because he is one of the assassins working for Kisaki. It’s not a farfetched idea because I remembered that Draken told Takemichi before that Kisaki ordered him to kill those unnamed characters under his orders. Of course, this is all an AU of mine so don’t take this seriously. I’m a big fan of Mission Impossible movies so some of the elements such as the codenames and setting were loosely inspired from there. Ending is open ended so it’s up to you readers on what probably happens next to them. But who knows? If I’m inspired enough, I might write a short multi-chaptered fic of this in the future).

#tokytokorevengers #tokyo revengers #alternate universe #canon divergence #doramitsu #agent mitsuya #assassin draken #detective naoto #bartender yuzuha #draken x mitsuya #there's tension that's thick you can slice it with a bread knife #draken #ken ryuuguji #mitsuya takashi #naoto tachibana #yuzuha shiba #fanfiction #oneshot

[septicbro1005]

Okay, I keep listening to "Barbie and Ken" by Scene Queen and Set it Off on fucking loop. And all I can think about is Stranger Things. Now, how is this gonna work out? Well, for once, it's not a ship thing.

Eddie has this song written up and he just needs a girl to sing it with him so he can see if it sounds any good. Robin immediately refuses because, yeah, she's a band kid, but she doesn't sing. At least not in front of anyone. Nancy just laughs at the concept. Like, no. She's too busy of a motherfucker to spend time doing that shit.

So Eddie's kinda outta luck at the moment, yeah? Well, no, he's not. Because who shows up after a rough fucking breakup with none other than Jason Carver himself?

Chrissy fucking Cunningham.

And she's pissed as fuck. And the thought of just going full batshit for a while sounds fucking amazing to her. And Eddie shows her a demo he created. Essentially she tells him she'll do it as long as she can do some sort of screaming. So after a few changes to the demo, they come up with the fucking beauty that is Barbie and Ken. And this entire time, Eddie's been talking to the boys in Corroded Coffin about this new song he's been working on with someone, showing them the final product of the instrumental. And they all totally fucking dig it.

So Eddie finally brings Chrissy to band practice, and at first, the boys are hesitant. But after talking to them, Eddie manages to convince them to play. And they are fucking blown away at Chrissy's vocals. Especially her fucking death growl, it's scarily impressive to them.

The boys watch Chrissy come to band practice a day or two later, holding Jason's letterman in one hand, and a lighter and a pair of scissors in the other. Eddie comes into Gareth's garage from inside the house, nearly dropping one of the beers he had in his hand when he sees the boys helping Chrissy fucking destroy Jason's letterman. All he can do is grin before helping her cut off the sleeves.

Corroded Coffin has a show in a few weeks, and they get Chrissy in on a few more songs. And they somehow manage to get Jason to come to their show because Chrissy told him that she had some surprise for him. And because Jason is a poor fucking schmuck, he goes. And what does he see when he gets there?

His sweet girlfriend's cutesy ponytail has been replaced with a short, messy bob cut. Her eyeshadow was replaced with heavy eyeliner and other things of that nature. She has Jason's destroyed letterman on and a Corroded Coffin shirt on underneath it.

And Eddie comes out wearing Steve's letterman from junior year (Steve didn't give a shit about it, so he let Eddie take it), destroyed in the same way as Jason's was. And the performance involves Eddie getting shot by Chrissy with a BB gun, exploding a blood pack under his shirt. And to say Jason is petrified is an understatement.

Chrissy becomes a semi-permanent member of Corroded Coffin, coming to practices all the time and performing when she chooses. At this point, the boys know not to fuck with her.

I just ahhhhhh my brain is fucking big only when it comes to fandom shit.

#not a ship #chrissy cunningham #eddie munson #jason carver #stranger things

[orchid3a]

SWEATHER WEATHER - R. KEN

synopsis: It’s Sundays and you and Ken have some time for yourself

pairing: Time-skip!Ryuguji Ken x f!reader

tw: fluff, fluff, slice-of-life

wc: 577 words

tagging: @haitaniapologist​ @sincerelyraylene​ @etheralyonn​ @eriskaitto​ @ningstar​ @hanmascult​ 

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note: the leaks destroyed me so here is some fluff!!!

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english isn’t my native language

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It’s Sunday and it means that finally you and Ken can be together without worrying about work! 

You two deserve a peaceful moment for yourselves, especially after the exhausting week you two had and during this week you had no time for even saying ‘hi’.

You are in the kitchen, preparing breakfast while Ken is still sleeping. You wanted to wake him up so you two could cook together, but seeing how soundly he was sleeping you felt guilty at the thought of waking him up.

You are preparing pancakes and you are quite proud of yourself. Usually Ken prepared them but since you wanted to pamper your boyfriend, you tried to prepare them and after a few tries you did it.

You finish the breakfast by putting the pancakes on the plates and decorate them with maple syrup and fresh fruit. It is time to wake up him

Ken was sleeping soundly on his belly, his black hair free from his ponytail and a peaceful expression on his face.

You giggle seeing him like this and you take a photo, he is so cute sleeping like a little angel. This photo will be your new home screen you think smiling. Slowly you get closer to the bed and sit on it.

Your hand strokes his hair and you pepper his face with kisses, feeling the kisses Ken frowns a little making you giggle. 

“Kenny~ Breakfast is ready I made pancakes, the ones you love.”

The black-haired man doesn’t answer and even turns his head to the other side, you pout and cross your arms over your chest.

“Kenny you are mean! That means I will eat all the pancakes~”

Before you can go to the kitchen, a pair of arms pulls you in the bed and you find yourself tucked in Ken’s arms.

“I will not let you eat my pancakes.”

“So you were awake!? Meanie!”

The dark-haired man laughs and kisses your head, before tucking his head in your shoulder.

“Let’s stay here five more minutes.”

“No, because then you will fall asleep again and make me fall asleep too.”

It’s Ken’s turn to pout and while mumbling some petty insults he reluctantly leaves the bed. 

“You’re a child sometimes.”

“I prefer saying that I am a mature woman.”

“A mature woman should know that two people in a tiny bathtub can’t enter.”

“It’s not my fault that the bathtub is small, you are too big.”

He laughs and playfully splashes some water on you, in response you dramatical gasp and splash him grinning.

“Childish woman, if you splash one more time you will clean the bathroom.”

You pout and lean in his chest, basking in his warmth, Ken caresses your arm smiling.

After the warm bath and a nice lunch, you two slept cuddled on the couch enjoying each other’s warmth. 

Now it’s almost dinner time and while you are still dozing on the couch, Ken is preparing dinner.

“Pretty what do you want for dinner?”

“Something good.”

“Not much help, pretty.”

You stick your tongue out playfully and he groans, then he continues cooking ignoring you calling him.

“Kenny please come here so we can cuddle.”

“If I cuddle, who cooks?”

“Don’t care! 'Cause it's too cold for you here. And now, so let me hold you.”

He smiles and goes towards the couch cradling in your arms, you kiss his forehead and giggle. Ken closes his smile dozing off in your arms.

#✒️ - aria writes #🧸- virtus #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers x y/n #tokyo revengers x you #tokyo revengers fluff #draken x you #draken fluff #ken ryuuguji x reader #ken ryuuguji x you #ken ryuuguji fluff #ken ryuuguji x y/n #tokrev fluff #tokrev #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tokrev x y/n #ryuuguji ken x you #ryuuguji ken x reader

[reliablejoukido]

Kizuna manip because I’m a known Daiken enjoyer

#digimon last evolution #Digimon kizuna #screenshot manip #daiken #daisuke motomiya #ken ichijouji #miracles; #kindness; #daiken; #mine: meganedad; #Ken gets a ponytail because i say so. #pals I worked weirdly hard on this while I should have been doing other shit

[yeosatinyngz]

Hey lily you beautiful human being. Can we request some draken fluff? Like him falling in love with his childhood best and first friend. Yk before hi met mikey, got his tattoo and joined toman she was always by his side. His ride or die. But he couldn't confess bc he was afraid to ruin the friendship.

You said you didn't wrote angst yet but maybe if you're comfortable with: she got stabbed or hit and nearly died that when he confessed yk

Anyways please don't forget to stay hydrated

-wackers bonkers

Ah you’re too sweet <3 and that I can do! I hope you’re satisfied with the end product! If it’s not what you wanted I can always fix/edit it. Thank you and make sure you’re taking care of yourself and staying hydrated as well! Also I just wanted to say “Oh you naughty wackers bonkers😏”

The awaited confession

↳Fem Reader | Fluff/Angst

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The lingering stares on you wasn’t a new routine but was something you never noticed. Draken can’t help but stare at you any chance he gets. His heart warms up whenever his eyes set on your figure. No matter what happened and how much time has passed you were always there by his side, with that bright smile that he couldn’t help but fall in love with.

He remembers when he first met you. You approached him first, “Let’s be friends!” All he could do was look at you confused because no one ever wanted to be his friend. “Why?” “Because you’re cool, I don’t need any more reasons than that right?.” “Huh, ok I guess.”

To when he got his tattoo. “OMG KENNY YOU GOT A DRAGON TATTOO?!” “Shhh don’t be too loud but yeah I did, aren’t I awesome?” He huffed in triumph. “You’re the coolest!” Your compliment flustered him but it really fueled his ego up. “Heh, I know.”

Back to when he became friends with Mikey. “You have a new friend? And his name is Mikey?” “Yep, he’s the coolest person I’ve met.” “Hmph he has a stupid name.” You huffed and crossed your arms. “Wait- don’t tell me you’re jealous.” “Of course I am, what if this Mikey dude steals you away from me, you’re MY best friend.” “Don’t be silly, you’ll always be my number one best friend!” “You promise?” You held your pinky out. “I promise.” He said while sealing the pinky promise.

And when he got his signature hair style. “Ken-chin, your hair is so long now.” “Yeah, it’s kinda annoying, I put it in a ponytail once in a while but I’m not feeling it.” “Oh I have an idea! Let me braid your hair!” “Ok, be gentle.” “I’ll try!” ~After you finished braiding his hair~ “And there, tell me what you think?” “Woah I actually really like it, I’ll have my hair like this from now on.” “Ahh, I’m so happy to hear that!” He smiled at your excitement. You’re just too cute.

To now where he’s being snapped out of his thoughts by you clapping your hands in his face. “Ken-Chin!” “Huh?” “You ok, you were just staring at me.” “Yeah, I was just thinking.” “About what?” Before he could fully think it through he blurted out “You” “Oh? Why?” He let out a sigh and decided to just come clean. “Because I love you.” You quickly wrapped your arms around him into a tight hug. “Please tell me this isn’t a joke.” “It’s not, I truly love you.” “I love you too.” Draken proceeded to ask you out and you of course accepted. He wanted to make the first date as special as can be so he took his time with the planning.

Angst ending:

Alas, not everyone has a happy ending. Before you guys were even able to go on the first date, you were targeted by another gang who has it out for Toman. They found out about your relationship with Draken and the rest was history. Everything moved slowly in Draken’s eyes as he witnessed you being stabbed. He was too late…He wasn’t able to save you and watched you bleed to death in his arms.

After a few years he was able to move on from you and started falling for Emma. But, before he was able to confess to her she died due to Kisaki. The pain he felt when he found out was indescribable. He lost yet another one he loved💔 “Maybe love just isn’t for me, I should just give up.”

Tag: @swirrley

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers fluff #tokyo revengers angst #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo revengers imagines #tokyo revengers scenarios #tokyo revengers x you #tokrev x reader #tokrev x you #tokrev x y/n #draken x reader #draken x you #draken x y/n #ken ryuuguji x reader #ken ryuuguji imagines #draken imagine #draken scenarios #yeosatinyngz #yeosatinyngz requests

[awanderingdeal]

I vote leo meeting the harvard team! 💕

So this fic has been a bit of a mare to write, but we are here!

You can read the first part of this here

Rating: T

CW: Alcohol, academic superiority complex and coming out.

Logan, Finn, Leo, Percy, Will and the general Sweater Weather universe belongs to @lumosinlove. The other team members were made up by me for this fic.

“Okay, tell me their names again,” Leo said, tugging at the rolled neck of his sweater as he shut the car door.

“Nutty,” Finn laughed. “There’s not going to be a pop quiz. We’ll introduce you when we meet people.”

Leo scowled, letting Logan thread their fingers together. It was weird being able to do this in public still and Leo couldn’t help but glance around. “I just don’t want to make a fool of myself.” Logan squeezed his hand reassuringly, meeting Leo’s gaze with a soft smile.

“Nobody expects you to know anything. And everybody’s great.” Logan wrinkled his nose like he’d just smelt something bad. “Except Wesley, he’s an ass, but I’ll point him out.”

Like many of the others in Harvard square, the building was all exposed brick and white accents, blending in seamlessly with those around it. Inside was different, more modern. Leo didn’t get to see much of the first floor, the one dedicated to the restaurant Finn, Logan and the rest of the team had dined at previous evening, before he was ushered up a grand staircase, but he’d seen the photographs. The cherry blossom ceilings and walls of glass provided the perfect backdrop for the instagram feeds of the hoards of celebrities and influencers that flocked there. Hence his surprise when, after checking their invitations again, an employee pushed open a set of double doors to reveal a room that more resembled a 1920’s speakeasy than anything 21st century. A loud cheer went up as they crossed the threshold.

“Is this a team thing?” Leo mouthed at Logan.

He got his answer from Percy Marshall. Leo had met him a few times before when they’d played the Rangers. “You’re the last to arrive,” Percy chuckled. “I’d say I was surprised, but that would be a lie.” He slapped a hand playfully against Finn’s bicep. Is this outfit change number 52, Finn? Don’t worry, you didn’t disappoint. You look wonderful.”

“Fuck you, Marshy,” Finn laughed. “Tremz was on a call to his sisters actually.”

“Oh, I do apologise,” Percy clasped his hand to his chest. “We wouldn’t dare break up a Tremblay soiree.”

“You’re an ass,” Logan scoffed, plucking at Finn’s slacks. “I was only talking to them because Finn was taking so long. Did you know there are several shades of mustard and only one of them goes with this shirt?”

“Oh look, they argue like an old married couple too,” William Morgan, another of those Leo knew, and Percy’s teammate on the Rangers, teased. “Marshy, these hands are looking too empty. Get these men a drink.”

“Aye, aye, capt’n.” Leo set to follow as Percy led the way to the bar, stumbling slightly as he found Will’s firm grasp on his shoulder stopping his movement. Logan turned as his fingers slipped from his hand.

“Go ahead, Tremzy. I’m going to introduce Leo to some of the team. We want all the gossip without you two around to censor him.”

Logan frowned. “I’m not sure -”

“Relax, Logan. This isn’t a hazing. We’ll be right over there,” Will pointed towards a group perched on stools around two of the tables in the centre of the room, a mix of the old team and what Leo assumed were their partners. “Knut’s a big boy. He can object for himself if he really doesn’t want to come.”

“I’m sure I can hold my own,” Leo cocked his head slightly and smiled. “You better not leave Harzy with Percy for too long. They’ll be three shots down by now.”

The next few hours passed in a whirlwind of introductions. Leo had lost count of the number of hands he'd shaken and the new names he'd learned. It reminded him of those first few days in Gryffindor, being shuffled around from place to place and everybody telling him he'd get used to it.

The quiet of the bathroom was a welcome reprieve to the chaos. “Sweetheart,” Leo laughed, listening to Finn sing to himself in the stall. “Are you okay? You’ve been in there a while.”

“I’m coming, I’m coming.” A concerningly loud crash preceded the door being pushed open. “I’m here.”

“You’re drunk,” Leo chuckled.

Finn pulled his hands from under the stream of water, shaking droplets everywhere as he squeezed the tips of his thumb and forefinger together. “Maybe just the tiniest bit.”

Leo shook his head fondly. “Let’s go and find Lo.” Glancing back to check Finn was following him proved to be a mistake. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he apologised, rubbing at his forehead and stepping back from the wall of muscle he’d just crashed into. Of course, the tall man with his hair pulled back into a loose ponytail was the one person Leo hadn’t yet met.

“Leo, this is James. Call him Hunter,” Finn grinned with his hand resting in the small of Leo’s back. "Hunter, this is -"

"Leo Knut. I know. Everybody knows," Hunter said and Leo noted the familiar notes of his own accent in the words. He faltered with his hand thrust halfway in Leo's direction, letting it fall back by his side. "Oh fuck, sorry man. Did you want to introduce him as your boyfriend? Go ahead."

"It's cool, no worries." Finn shrugged, the rounds of his cheeks tinged with the slightest of blushes. "Aww, what the heck!" He squared his shoulders, standing a little taller, the corners of his mouth splitting with pride. "Hunter, this is Leo, my boyfriend."

Hunter extended his hand again for Leo to shake. “Nice to meet you. Please excuse me, I have to use the bathroom now, but we’ll talk later.”

***

"Boys." The call had come from behind them and Logan groaned low in his chest as they turned to acknowledge it.

"Wes! You made it," Finn smiled, the corners of his mouth tight. "We weren't sure you'd be able to. With all those big meetings you have to attend and such. Is your wife, Renee, wasn’t it, here? I'd love to meet her."

Something flickered in Wes' smug expression. "They stayed in California. Nate has a very busy schedule. Harvard is very important to me, as you know, so I came alone."

“Isn’t Nate three?” Logan blinked.

“You have to give them a good start if you want them to get them to get into a good college these days, I’m sure you understand. Where was it you went, Leo?"

Leo pursed his lips, letting the same calm wash over him that he channelled for interviews. “I didn’t go. I got drafted straight out of high school.”

“Oh, well, that’s a shame,” Wes said. “College isn’t for everybody though, is it?”

Logan bristled beside him, and Leo placed a placating hand on his shoulder. “Indeed,” he blinked. “I didn’t need my intelligence validated by a degree then, and I still don’t now. And I was hardly about to turn down an offer from The Gryffindor Lions now, was I?”

Wes grumbled something that sounded vaguely like an agreement before turning on his heel and walking off in a manner that Leo could only describe as petulant.

“You’re so hot,” Finn took Leo’s face between his hands and pressed a kiss to his lips. “I’m going to get a drink. Do you want another?”

“Please,” Leo nodded. Logan raised his still mostly full glass as a rejection of the offer.

“You should have let me punch him,” Logan huffed. “He would have deserved it.”

"And get blood on your shirt? Let’s leave that on the ice, shall we?” Leo tugged at the lapels of Logan’s jacket.

***

"So," Logan started as they claimed one of the low tables in the corner, a little tucked away from the rest of the room. "What do you think?"

"It's always nice seeing where you two started," Leo hummed, threading his fingers through the thin curls on the nape of Logan's neck. "I just don't know how you used to do this everyday. Live amongst all this energy. The guys all seem great, but it's a lot even now and I'm assuming you've all mellowed somewhat with age."

"I am not old," Logan scoffed. "Mais non, I agree. Wasn't always like this though. There's more than one graduating class here and we've been apart a long time. A lot of excitement."

"Sorry, sorry, I got caught up with Biscuit. He has triplets now, isn't that crazy?" Finn said, pressing a glass into Logan’s hand and setting Leo’s in front of him before flopping onto the couch opposite. "One Margarita for the fine sir."

"Thanks, Harzy," Leo laughed lightly.

"I can't believe him and Vanessa are still together," Logan hummed, taking a long sip of his drink. He leaned back, crossing his left leg over his right thigh and snaked his arm across the dark leather, brushing his fingers against Leo's shoulder. "I only introduced them because she was flirting with you at that party, the one just after we got back from winter break my junior year, and I wanted to distract her."

"Oh, so that's why you got all moody," Finn said. "She wasn't flirting, she needed help with an essay, idiot."

"The fact you remember Logan's mood on a night seven years ago says more about you than him," Leo snorted.

"First of all, Tremzy being grumpy? That's just a good guess. Second, some of us were still stupid at 20, Knutty." Finn sighed wistfully. "Hey, at least it doesn't feel like I'm being stabbed in the chest these days when I think about it. Progress, right?"

Logan tipped his glass in Finn's direction, nodding his head briefly. "I'll cheers to that."

"To -" Leo started, letting the toast die off as another of Finn and Logan's old team mates approached. He hoped the disappointment he felt wasn't written across his face; whilst he hadn't really expected to be left alone for too long, he had hoped for the brief respite to have lasted longer.

"Hey." The newcomer had his hand shoved into his pockets and his shoulders stooped, almost as if he was trying to hide himself. "I'm not interrupting anything, am I?"

"Ken!" Finn patted the empty seat next to him. "Of course not. Come, sit."

Leo extended his arm, offering his hand. "Nice to meet you. Ken was it? I'm Leo."

"Ken's what the team always called me. Don't really hear it much these days." Leo thought he saw something sad in the smile sent his way. "My real name is Obi."

"That's because you went off the radar," Logan gave a pointed look.

"About that -" Obi swiped Finn's drink, ignoring his disgruntled protest. He drained what was left of it, pulling at an non-existent loose thread on his sweater. "I wanted to say thank you, you know. For having the guts to come out. I know Black and Lupin were first, but that was forced wasn’t it. You made a choice. I know that must have been hard. It was one hell of a ballsy move."

Leo looked between Finn and Logan, expecting them to answer, but neither of them spoke. "We didn't have much of a choice, not if we didn't want to be watching our back every second of every day."

"It was still brave," Obi muttered. "I couldn't have done it."

"Ken, what are you saying?" Logan never did have much patience for others taking their time to get to the point, even though he was a fan of the scenic route himself.

"They gave you a whole Harvard degree and you need to ask that question?" Obi huffed a laugh. "I'm gay. I met Marco, my now husband at the end of senior year, and freaked out. I didn't know how to make these two worlds work, so I didn't. I moved to DC with him, and started a new life. I'm an accountant, he works in marketing. We have four rats, and a Vizsla called Poppy. It's all very domestic. I love it, but I was a coward.”

"You're not a coward. You don't owe that information to anybody, Ken. Not the others, not the media, not the NHL and not us. Not now, not then, not ever.” Finn took a breath, holding up his finger to signal he wasn’t finished. “Besides, it's not as if Lo and I planned this. We went into this with every intention of stuffing this deep, deep into the depths of denial, never for anybody to find out. Including ourselves. And then Nutty came along.”

Obi smiled at Leo, turning his attention back to Finn. "When did you become Gay Yoda?"

"I spend way too much time in our psych's office. Just spreading the wisdom. Heather would be proud."

"Do the others know?" Logan asked.

"Not yet, I think I'd like them to though."

Logan shifted, leaning forward in his seat. "There's no rush, Ken. We've got your back, whatever you decide."

"So, do you have photos?" Leo cocked his head. "We got to show off. Now it's your turn. Even if it's only for us."

"Of Marco?"

"I'm sure he's wonderful, but I was actually talking about Poppy. And the rats," Leo teased.

There were moments when Leo wondered whether they had made the right decision. When he was playing in front of hostile crowds, or fending off stupid media questions, or blocking bigots on twitter. And then there were moments when he knew the decision they had made was 100% perfect. Right now, that was one of those moments.

#leo knut #finn o'hara #logan tremblay #rating:t #cw:alcohol #cw: academic superiority complex #cw: coming out #sweater weather #lumosinlove

[ampintherain]

I’m Yours:

Charlie Gillespie x Reader

Chapter IV

Y/N is Kenny Ortega’s ‘niece’ after going through a rough breakup, Kenny decides to fly her over to stay with him, will her broken heart mend?

(Female Reader, NO SMUT, Romance, Friendship, THIS IS MY FIRST EVER FANFIC/IMAGINE, I hope it’s good, Kenny is lifelong family friend so reader calls him Uncle Kenny. I’m British so the writing is going to be British so like ‘mum’ not ‘mom’ yanno?)

TW- swearing. mentions of alcohol, drugs & divorce

꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂꧁꧂

Y/N

“Doll, you ready to go?” Kenny asked as he shrugged on his coat, we had been at Tori’s for a good three hours and I could see Kenny was getting tired and we did have a really long day tomorrow, I nodded at my uncle happily before bidding farewell to my new found friends. I found it quite strange as to how quickly they had befriended me and made me feel more than welcome- Charlie especially, I mean throughout the day he asked me if I was alright and he encouraged me to share my ideas with Uncle Kenny, it really was strange.

“See you tomorrow Y/n” Owen chirped, pulling me in for a quick hug, I was soon passed round through the group of friends each of them giving me a tight hug which I gladly reciprocated, I waved everyone a final goodbye before Kenny and I left Tori’s apartment and made our way back to the car.

As Uncle Kenny drove through the streets of Vancouver, I paid most attention to the lights displayed throughout, I watched as birds flew through the sky and listened to the soft sound of the radio, “you okay Y/n?” Uncle Kenny questioned,

“Hm?” I said, as the questioned tore me out of my unknown daydream, I turned to face my uncle Kenny and before he could repeat himself, my brain managed to process what he originally asked “oh oh yeah, I’m fine Uncle Kenny, just sight seeing” I laughed quietly,

“Okay, just making sure, I’m worried about you...” Kenny admitted, I had a feeling that he was but he just didn’t want to draw attention to me and my situation, I have always been very good at hiding my emotions it came from years and years of being told that my emotions and the way I felt weren’t ‘necessary’ and that I shouldn’t feel the way I did- in the end, I decided to no longer tell anyone my problems but deal with them myself, battling through the pain as a lone warrior, I didn’t even tell Kenny what was going on, I built up layers of walls around me to protect myself and make it seem like I was this strong, capable woman. “You’re only 19, Y/n, I know you’re strong but... I just want you to know that I am here should you ever need me” I nodded in response, worried that if I did speak, my voice would give way and I would be revealed as this weak character, I’ve already cried once today and I’m not planning on crying anymore, not in front of Kenny at least.

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Kenny locked the door behind me as we both entered the apartment, “do you want a drink or anything Uncle Kenny?” I questioned as I made my way into the kitchen, opening the fridge and taking out the carton of orange juice,

“No you’re alright Star, I’m just going to head to bed, I’ll wake you up at 7 alright?” He assured me, I nodded as I sipped at my juice, I looked at the digital clock placed on the side- 12:00am, luckily I had sorted through all of my clothes before going to set and again before going to Tori’s because, quite honestly, I hadn’t the energy to do much at this point, I watched as my uncle wandered into his room, closing the door behind him. I let out a deep breath, the thoughts of a few nights ago coming back into my memory, replaying itself there, why wasn’t I good enough? I did absolutely everything I could for him... I loved him with everything I had... why wasn’t I good enough?

I kept asking myself, it was truly lost on me, I didn’t see myself as this perfect girl, this perfect girlfriend but I knew what I did for him. I was there for him when his dad spiralled, turning to alcoholism and drug abuse, I was there whenever he called, whenever he showed up randomly at my house at 4 in the morning crying and looking for a cuddle, I made sure to visit him mum every Tuesday evening for dinner because Zac wanted to move out once his parents split, deciding to live with his grandparents instead. We were even thinking about moving in together... well him moving in with me as I had already had my own place at 18. That boy was my entire world for 3 years and the fact that he could throw it all away so easily, really hurt me, and I don’t think it was anything that I could understand ever.

The thought alone caused my heart to feel crushed, it felt like Zac had a hold of my heart and whenever I thought about it, he just squeezed my heart as hard as he possibly could, it felt like a gut wrenching type of pain, I wiped away the tears that I didn’t even realise were spilling quickly out of my eyes. I cleared my throat and drank the rest of my juice before making my way to bed, I changed into my grey cable knit sweater and my plaid shorts and clambered into the large double bed, snuggling into the comfort that the bed brought me before I let sleep take over me.

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“Rise and shine” Kenny said quietly into my bedroom, I groaned as I stretched in bed, “morning sleepyhead” he chuckled,

“Morning” I mumbled, scratching the back of my head, Kenny told me that we’d be leaving in 20 minutes, “okay, I’ll see you in 20” I smiled, sliding out of bed and heading into my closet, I grabbed my white tennis skirt, white shirt and dark blue sweater, I paired the outfit with white tennis socks and my white and blue Nike Jordan’s that Uncle Kenny bought me for Christmas. I placed my clothes on my bed and went for a quick shower, this time I dried my hair before chucking it up into a high ponytail, I brushed my teeth and did some light makeup again before changing and grabbing my phone off the side,

“Let’s go” I stated as I made my way over to Kenny,

“You look amazing” he smiled genuinely at me, I thanked him and we made our way back to the set of his new show.

“So... how did you sleep?” Kenny asked me,

“Oh really well thank you, that bed was huge, you could fit like five of me in there” I joked, just as my phone chimed, I looked down at the lit screen to see messages from the one person I didn’t want to hear from.

Zac- Hey, where are you? I came to your place to see you and you weren’t there...

I rolled my eyes and groaned internally before locking my phone and sinking into my seat, “what’s on your mind?” Uncle Kenny asked immediately, I swear it’s like this man lives in my brain. I turned my phone on vibrate just as another text came through,

“It’s nothing Uncle Kenny” I sighed, the man driving next to me simply hummed in response, he definitely didn’t believe me but I knew he wasn’t going to push for answers- he never did, he would always let me come to him if I needed and that was one of the things I loved most about him. I could feel my phone constantly vibrating in my hand whilst Kenny was driving, so I turned it on do not disturb just to try and escape it.

“Alright kiddo, we’ve arrived” Kenny said as he swiftly parked up, I went to unbuckle myself but Kenny stopped me, “you don’t have to tell me right now, but I am here, you know I won’t judge you like your parents” he explained, I sighed and leant over to rest my head on his arm,

“I know Uncle Kenny... it’s Zac, he texted me... I’m ignoring him though” I replied, he sighed and looked down at me, placing a kiss to the top of my head,

“You’re going to have to” Kenny started before I cut him off mid sentence,

“Message him at some point, I know I know” I sat back upright and unbuckled the seat before getting out the car, “come on” I sighed, putting back on my brave face before heading into the lot with Uncle Kenny in tow.

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Charlie

“Y/n!” I heard Sav yell from across the lot, I turned to see Y/n walking towards us, her arms linked with Kenny’s as he was talking and joking with her, I watched as she let out a quick laugh before shaking her head, probably at some corny joke that Kenny told. “We’re matching!” Sav exclaimed as Y/n got closer,

“So we are!” Y/n giggled, “but don’t you have to be in your Carrie costume?” She questioned, pointing at the costume trailer just a way behind us,

“We are rehearsing Wow today in costume” Kenny announced, this prompted Sav to scrunch her face and turn on her heels, grabbing Tori by her upper arm as they both ran to the costume trailer, “those girls” Kenny laughed, shaking his head, “I’m going to get some breakfast, do you want anything Y/n?” The girl shook her head, “you have to eat Star, I’ll get you a croissant okay?”

“If I have to eat, can you get me some blueberry pancakes?” Y/n questioned innocently, smiling up at her ‘uncle.’ Kenny simply nodded and walked over to catering to grab him and Y/n some breakfast. “Hey” Y/n said as she took a step closer to me, I looked down at her and smiled,

“Hey” I mirrored, “sleep well last night?” I asked, the girl nodded and started to walk down the lot, I naturally started to follow her, not wanting the conversation to end,

“Yeah, I don’t think I’ve ever slept in a bed that big before” she giggled, causing my heart to skip a beat slightly, “how about you? Did you sleep well?” She questioned, looking up at me with her beautiful y/e/c eyes.

“Oh yeah, Owen and I left Tori’s a little while after you and Ken left, we grabbed some food and then just crashed as soon as we got home” I said simply, just as I mentioned Owen I saw him come out of his trailer dressed as Alex,

“You, Charles. Have to be in costume” he stated, pointing at me, I rolled my eyes before he shoo’d me away, I nodded slightly at Y/n as a way to say goodbye and she saluted me slightly which caused me to laugh before jogging up to costume.

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Y/N

“Why the long face?” Owen asked me as he wrapped his arm around my shoulders, “wassup Buttercup?” I bit the inside of my cheek and looked up at the blonde boy,

“It’s my ex” I stated plainly, “he messaged me this morning and I just...” I trailed off, not really knowing what to say, was I ignoring Zac because I hated him, or was I ignoring him because I was worried that if I did text him back, I would fall for him all over again? You can’t get over someone that quickly, no matter how much they hurt you... right?

“Don’t know what to say to him?” Owen answered for me, “what did he say?” He asked, I daren’t look at my phone again because I knew that he had probably texted more so I tried to remember what I saw at quick glance.

“It was something about why I wasn’t home and where I was” I remembered, sitting down on the small couch in the resting tent, my back against the arm rest and my legs tucked up to my chest, Owen sat down, facing me and mirroring my position, “I just don’t see why I have to tell him that anymore... he’s my ex y’know?” I vented, leaning my head back and closing my eyes.

“Hey, you shouldn’t let him get to you like that, it’s not cool... look, I’m pretty sure we have a day off tomorrow, why don’t you come over to mine and Charlie’s place and we can watch movies and pig out?” Owen offered, I lifted my head back up and nodded, it didn’t sound like the worst idea, in fact, it sounded like the best thing for me, I mean karaoke last night helped me a lot so maybe just a chilled day would help too?

“Yeah that sounds amazing actually” I smiled.

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“Okay you guys, Sav, Sacha, Tori, Mads and Jay you guys can all go home, thank you so much for your excellence today, you’re all amazing!” Uncle Kenny beamed with pride at his cast that he was dismissing for the day, we had just filmed 3 more scenes for the show and the cast had rehearsals for as many dances they could fit in today, the only thing left on the agenda was the hot dog scene, “now, I will see everyone at the next location? Y/n, you ready?” Kenny asked, I nodded as I felt a shiver run up my spine causing my body to visibly shake,

“Hey” I heard Charlie whisper, “you okay?” He questioned, staying within earshot of me,

“Yeah I’m good, just cold, I forgot a jacket and it was warm today... I kinda forgot how long today was” I laughed, slightly embarrassed about my sieve of a brain, although the presence of Charlie stood behind me seemed to keep me fairly warm, that is, until I felt him leave. I turned to see Owen looking behind him as Charlie darted off, “I’ll be one second” Charlie yelled loud enough for everyone to hear and wait for him.

“Where’s he going?” Jeremy asked, pointing behind him towards where Charlie had just disappeared to,

“I have... no idea” Owen sighed, shrugging his shoulders, “Y/n/n, do you know?” I shook my head,

“He just ran off, maybe he forgot something” I stated, just as Charlie came running back, handing me a brown corduroy jacket with a wool collar,

“Here, it has pockets too so you won’t have to keep holding your phone” he said, only slightly out of breath.

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Charlie

Y/n gently took the jacket from me, “oh... thanks” she said as a red tint reached her cheeks, she shrugged the jacket on and I couldn’t help but smile at how it looked on her, on me, it fit perfectly but on Y/n, it nearly swamped her, the sleeves hung so low only her fingertips could be seen and the length of the jacket went just above where her skirt ended. She looked adorable.

“Yeah.. yeah anytime” I replied, Y/n placed her phone in her pocket and started to walk towards Kenny,

“Hey, I’ve gotta talk to my Uncle Kenny about some things for the hot dog scene, I had some ideas but I’ll see you on location okay?” She said, not just to me, but to Owen and Jeremy as well, all three of us nodded and joined together so we could all walk out of the lot,

“You like her...” Jeremy stated, Owen nudged him slightly and rolled his eyes,

“I made that observation last night!” He said, “but yeah, you totally like her... it’s obvious”

“I just gave her my jacket, she said she was cold, I would’ve done the same for anybody, like Mads” I defended, “she did look really cute in it though” I admitted, Owen agreed with me which caused me to look at him sceptically,

“Before you get jealous and ask me, no I don’t like her, she’s just a friend” he answered before I even had a chance to ask the question, “oh by the way, she was talking to me about her ex today, something about how he messaged her and she doesn’t know what to say to him, she seemed really down so I invited her to come over tomorrow” Owen explained,

“Oh really? Okay cool” was all I could say, Jeremy soon decided to change the subject to running lines as he could see that I was becoming nervous at the fact that Y/n was coming over, I had no idea why the thought of it had my heart racing and my mind scattered but it did, there was something about Y/n that I couldn’t quite put my finger on but whatever it was drove me crazy about her.

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Y/N

We had just finished filming the final scene of the day- the hot dog scene and it was the longest scene ever, the amount of re-runs and developments on the scene was enough to drive anybody insane, I groaned slightly as I turned and sat on the seat that one of the crew members brought with them just as Kenny was wrapping the scene up. “Y/n, I’ve just got to do some paperwork and I’ll be right with you okay? I’m sure the boys will keep you company once they change” Kenny announced, to which I simply nodded, not having the energy to say anything or do anything else, I rubbed my eye as I pulled my phone out of Charlie’s jacket pocket, I looked down at the screen and saw the notification, I had 36 unread messages from Zac:

>Zac- hello? Y/n! Where are you?

>Zac- I’m worried about you...

>Zac- Y/n! Would you please just answer me...

>Zac- I went to the coffee shop, you weren’t there either, where have you run off to?

>Zac- look Y/n, I’m really sorry about what I did to you

>Zac- WTF! WHERE ARE YOU?!?

>Zac- you can’t possibly be giving me the silent treatment? Seriously.

>Zac- I didn’t realise you were so childish.

>Zac- I’m glad I cheated on you, you’re worthless

>Zac- wait no, I’m sorry I didn’t mean that I’m just worried about you.

The list went on and on, a mixture of emotions, I kept scrolling through the text screen until I saw the most recent text, delivered 1 minute ago,

>Zac- call me. Please.

I rolled my eyes, I couldn’t call him, I shouldn’t call him right? But alas, like muscle memory, I clicked on the call icon and there was his voice, “Y/n! Hey... how’re you?” All I did was sigh in response, I watched as the boys came out of the venue and into sight, they all waved at me before noticing I was on the phone, Owen and Jeremy dispersed whereas Charlie stayed, walking slowly towards me with a half-smile on his face, clearly worried about whether or not I wanted him to come closer.

“What do you want?” I said bluntly, “I’m not in the mood to hear your pathetic apologies Zac, you’re messages were ridiculous, you went from being apologetic to calling me worthless and saying that you were happy that you cheated on me!”

“Listen Y/n... I can’t explain” Zac began but I was in no mood to hear it,

“No you listen Zac, you don’t get to be sad, you don’t get to cry. You are the one who cheated remember? Or have you suddenly developed amnesia? You went behind my back and had this whole other relationship for 13 months... and on top of that, it was with Quinn! My best friend and you think I’m going to sit here and listen to your silly little apologies, no, you have another thing coming. We were together for 3 years and for a year of that you were with someone else, I was nothing but loyal to you, I was nothing but kind to you, I loved you so much and I thought that you would never hurt me, but I was wrong, you’re just a piece of shit Zac, you and Quinn deserve each other, you’re both snakes, you’re both pathetic and you both betrayed me. I dont want to hear from you again? Do I make myself clear?” I ranted down the phone, I never raised my voice, I kept calm, I wouldn’t let him know that he made me so angry that I wanted to scream and throw my phone into the road, no. I wouldn’t let him have that power over me.

“But Y/n- we’ve been through so much... Quinn doesn’t know me like you do... she’s not there for me like you do” Zac grovelled, I scoffed in response,

“Well isn’t that just a crying shame? You should’ve thought about that before you decided to go behind my back and fuck her, you should’ve thought about it before you decided to be unfaithful. Hey, I’ll make this easy for you, I’ll just block you on everything that way you have no way of contacting me. Goodbye Zac” I said as I abruptly hung up, giving Zac no chance to talk, I blocked his number and started to go through my social media, blocking him on everything that I had.

“Uh... you okay?” I heard a worried voice speak, I looked up to see those eyes that could only belong to Charlie, he tilted his head and looked at me with concern riddled all over his face, I placed my phone on my lap and rubbed my temples to try and reduce to incoming headache.

“Yeah... that was my ex” I stated the absolute obvious, unsure of what else to say, Charlie nodded and stuffed his hands in his pockets before taking the seat next to me, he didn’t ask me to go on and explain but I felt like I could talk to him and so I did “you probably heard but he cheated on me, with my best friend”

“Yeah... yeah I did hear, look, Y/n, I know it probably won’t mean much but he really doesn’t deserve you and he isn’t worth your tears” he said calmly, placing his thumb on my cheek and gently brushed away the tears that I had no idea were slowly falling from my eyes, “by the sounds of it, he sounds like a dick and you were way too good for him” I laughed in response, “I’m being serious, Y/n, you’re gorgeous and kind and funny and insanely talented! I know it’s hard but you shouldn’t let a guy like that get to you...”

“Yeah I know... but he and I were together for so long, it just makes me feel like everything was a lie y’know? And like I can’t truly be loved by anyone” I admitted, hearing this Charlie stood up in front of me and held his hands out, “what...?” I questioned, he beckoned me to stand up before pulling me in for a hug,

“You? You can’t truly be loved? Y/n you’re one of the most lovable people I’ve ever met, everyone loves you here... I know that’s not the type of love you meant but trust me on this okay? You can very easily be loved” I pulled out of the hug slightly and Charlie lightly placed his hands on my face, looking deep into my eyes, he smiled slightly to himself causing me to become shy and look down, Charlie used his index finger to lift my head back up by my chin ever so gently, “who wouldn’t want to fall in love with you?”

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