#also yeah i’m behind on the livestream whoops

[redhairedwolfwitch]

Tattooed Tall Clown - Jenni Hermoso x Reader

A/n: this one gets a little sassy, a little spicy, a little chaotic, there's a lot of talk about tattoos and some spicy topics... also a lot of thirsting... this is actually a bit of a long fic, whoops.

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“So, everyone, we have this one for one final night before they jet off for sunnier skies, leaving us for Barcelona, once again!” Beth announced as she started the instagram live, pointing the camera at you before adjusting it so everyone else was in shot too.

“Are you going to miss me, Mead?” You fake pouted, teasing the Arsenal forward as she laughed.

“I’ve actually had quite enough of you! But the viewers seem to want to play a little game, so, Leah, what game are we playing?” Beth called out to where Leah and Jordan were across the room.

“The viewers? You sound like an influencer.” You deadpanned as Leah walked into view, glancing at the comments on the live before smirking.

“Well-”

“Whatever you’re thinking of, no!” cutting Leah off as she raised an eyebrow.

“Well I was going with truth or dare, but if you’d rather do kiss, marry, kill-” 

“Oh great, my teammates are watching from Barcelona too!” you pointed out, regretting it immediately as Beth smirked and Leah smiled with a slight devious look in her eyes.

“Kiss, marry, kill-”

“Pass.” Folding your arms in defiance, you waited for friends’ next moves.

“You can’t pass everything! Give us some ideas people!” Beth looked towards the camera hopefully after you cut off Leah’s attempt at ‘kiss, marry, kill’.

“Yes, Mapi! Okay, so…” Beth gestured to you to read the Spanish messages in the livestream chat before they disappeared.

“Describe my type in three words… pass, dare?” you proposed but Beth shook her head, looking at Leah as Jordan frowned slightly, wondering what was going on.

“I dare you… to answer the question.”

“Oh my ugh, fine, um… three words? Can I have more than three words I feel like there needs to be some explanation-”

“Hurry up, will you?” 

“Yeah, come on, we’ve not got all night!”

“Jordan, help? They’re ganging up on me!” you laughed, turning to the midfielder who shrugged at you, “wow… thanks… anyway… uh, my type, this is going to end up biting me in the ass-”

“Unless you’re into-”

“Mead, we’re on a live! Anyway, ugh, tattoos, height, funny…” you closed your eyes, pretending like hiding behind your hands would save you as Beth and Leah, and everyone watching the live processed what you said.

“Height, how does that help? How tall are you anyway?” Beth asked, but you frowned at her instead of giving her what she wanted, which was to know how tall you were.

“Funny and has tattoos… don’t all your teammates at Barcelona make you laugh though?” Leah replied before Jordan cut in, having got her phone out for something.

“And loads of them have tattoos!”

“I’m sorry, what game are you two trying to play, ‘what teammate could I have a crush on?’ if I had a crush, which I don’t. Mapi, you asked this on purpose!” you pointed at the phone, seeing that more of your teammates at Barcelona were now in the comments asking more questions.

“Someone has suggested we just go through the squad list and see which one gets a reaction?” Beth pointed out whilst you tried to hide the horror and panic on your face by clearing your throat, muttering a ‘good luck’ to them.

“Pina? Aitana? Alexia Putellas? Mapi? Leila Ouahabi? Patri? Jenni Hermoso?”

“You’re just listing my teammates because they happen to fall under the categories, but you forget I’m pretty sure they’re all taken so… let us move on-”

“Sandra?”

“Mariona?”

“Moving on now please! And no to both of those, they’re great, but no.” You gripped the bridge of your nose between your thumb and forefinger, closing your eyes to try to ignore how your teammates were still talking in the comments amongst themselves.

“I’m never going to hear the end of this…” you trailed off, looking at the camera as Jordan brought up another one of your teammates, Ana-Maria, since she also had tattoos.

///

Returning to Barcelona, you had barely stepped food into the facility before an arm wrapped around your shoulders, pulling you into them.

“Can I help you, Leila?” 

“I am your type, no?” Leila grinned, her grin deepening as you rolled your eyes.

“You watched that stupid stream? You were one of the many players that Beth, Leah and Jordan listed because you have tattoos, and you’re funny, that doesn’t mean anything, plus all the players those three listed, I’m pretty sure are taken, so let me go before we’re late for training.”

“Not all are taken!” Leila called after you, hurrying as you began to jog towards the dressing room to get changed into your training kit.

///

“Hola!” Mapi grinned, approaching you as you tugged your training top over your head, not seeing the other pair of eyes watching you with slight intrigue.

“Go back to Ingrid, León. Like I said in that stream, I don’t have a crush on anyone.” Your response was grumpy but you’d already had to clear things up with Ana, Mariona, Aitana (and Laia), whilst you were ready to whack your head against your locker when Clàudia walked over to you, but she just asked you about training instead.

“So you don’t think we’re all hot?” Mapi asked with a smirk, but your done expression said it all, barely dodging Alexia and Jenni as you walked out of the dressing room, carrying your boots instead of wearing them.

You had no doubt that Leah and Beth would have seen the messages you had sent them, threatening them slightly about what you had to say in the stream and how your teammates were on your case thinking you had a crush on one of them. Unfortunately, Beth and Leah found it more amusing than anything, having no way to contact your teammates and encourage them, they texted you back with teasing messages as well. Messages that once you read later, you would threaten to block them over, especially with the day at training you had had.

You should have known the other clowns of Barcelona would approach you eventually, but you didn’t think they’d approach during the gym session.

“Can I help you?” Patri grinned, offering to spot you as you began to head over to one of the weight benches.

“No thank you,” brushing off Patri’s question, you shifted to sort out the barbell first.

“So, I am your type?” Patri asked with a smirk, that smirk only falling when you almost dropped the weight plate, glaring at Patri.

“Really? Now? And I don’t have a crush on anyone, this is getting old, not funny at all!” you grumbled, checking the weight on the barbells was even before moving to start bench pressing. A guilty Patri spotting for you.

///

The drills moved onto the pitch, pairing up with Frido, your teammates were too focussed on their drills to keep teasing you. That was until the water break anyway, and you accidentally made eye contact with Jenni, who grinned and wiggled her eyebrows, making you avert your eyes and accidentally met Alexia’s curious gaze.

Rolling your eyes, you diverted your gaze from all of your teammates, instead locking it on the sky as Alexia walked over, asking how you were doing.

“No offence, but I don’t have a crush, not even on la reina, once again, no offence.” Biting your lip, you shrugged as Alexia glared slightly at the nickname, but her eyes softened when you ended up glaring at a spying Mapi, grumbling under your breath about the stream. Luckily, the water break ended and you could return to work with Frido again.

Frido raised an eyebrow as she found you slightly zoned out, watching one of your teammates for slightly too long, but you cleared your throat, ignoring how you had paused in the drill to stare at a certain someone. It wasn’t just Frido that noticed though, as Alexia smiled to herself, glancing at who you had been watching as a plan formed in her head.

///

Jenni had tried to approach you as you were all told to hit the showers after practice, but you quickly hurried to the showers, dodging the forward completely. Showering gave you some peace as you purposefully waited until most of the squad had cleared out before returning to the dressing room. Rolling your eyes, you tried to ignore how Alexia and Jenni for some reason were still there, talking. Jenni’s eyes followed you as you grabbed your stuff and headed out for the night.

“Buenas noches!” 

Alexia snorted as Jenni’s good night was left unanswered as you ran out quickly, the captain smirking as Jenni pouted slightly.

///

You’d barely arrived at the facility car park when the clowns decided they were going to start their teasing early. “Buenos días, can I help you, Ouahabi, Hermoso, León?” 

Slipping your sunglasses on as you walked, you obscured the three clowns’ vision of whether you were really looking at any of them, heading inside for the team to begin preparations for the away game against Eibar.

“We are your type, yes?”

“Well you’re slowly becoming less funny and more annoying every time you bring up that stream, so…” You sassed back, neither of the three realising your gaze lingered on one of them in particular, instead they watched you walk away to find the others.

“Why are you wearing sunglasses inside?” Irene raised an eyebrow, folding her arms until you removed them, balancing them on your head instead as you sat down to go over the plan for the Eibar game.

///

The bus drive to Eibar was a long one, everyone settling down in their seats as you curled up in the window seat, sunglasses on, headphones in, ignoring the world. Sitting on your own was supposed to give you some peace, looking out the window in thought, until someone sat in the seat next to you.

“You know it’s a long drive, do you really want to annoy me when we’ve barely set off?” you deadpanned, removing an earphone to acknowledge who had sat next to you, looking at you inquisitively.

“I hope I do not annoy you.” Frido grinned, raising an eyebrow as you let out a sigh, admitting that you were glad it was Frido and not one of the clowns, you’d affectionately dubbed them, since they kept teasing you about that stream.

“Why does it bother you this much, if you do not have a crush on anyone?” Frido asked, not hearing Alexia snort from where she was sitting nearby on the bus with Jenni, who was luckily distracted by playing games with Leila and Mapi.

“Because I stopped finding it funny the moment the teasing started, I don’t like having crushes, or telling people I have a crush because it’s pointless. Why would someone like me back?” you shrugged, about to slip your headphone back in when Frido caught your hand, shaking her head.

“You are not that bad.”

“Thanks… can we talk about something else now?”

“Your tattoos?” Frido asked, gesturing to your most recent tattoo with a grin.

///

Alexia frowned slightly as she heard you talk, glancing at where Jenni was locked in on playing whatever game it was with Leila and Mapi. Ingrid had headed to the bus’ bathroom before returning to talk to Marta and Caro, who were sitting in front of where Mapi and herself were sitting before.

“Ay, Jenni, it is your turn!” Mapi whacked Jenni on the arm, gesturing to the game, but Jenni’s attention had drifted to where you were talking vividly about something with Frido, a grin on your face she hadn’t seen as often since everyone kept bringing up the stream with your friends at Arsenal.

///

“Room assignments, no swapping!” Alexia called out for everyone to shut up as the pairs were called, your usual rooming with Frido thrown off completely as she was rooming with Alexia instead, and your name was called alongside Jenni’s.

Mapi was about to open her mouth but Ingrid distracted her, giving you a soft look that explained it all, since Frido was close to Ingrid, and neither of them had been teasing you like the clowns had been.

Keeping your gaze to the floor, you quickly took the keycard and headed towards the lift, almost forgetting Jenni completely in your haste to get away from everyone else teasing you.

“Hola, roomie!” Jenni grinned, having stopped the lift from closing before you could escape alone.

“Hello, Hermoso. I have one request, no references to that stupid stream, it stopped being funny the minute the stream ended. Meet this request, and I will try to get you a goal against Eibar.” You suggested, turning to acknowledge Jenni, even with your sunglasses still on.

“One goal?”

“Really, you want to try to bargain with me now?” you quirked an eyebrow, somehow getting the confidence to smirk at the forward who usually left you laughing and/or tongue-tied.

Jenni was unable to answer as the lift beeped, announcing it had reached the floor that you two, and the rest of the team were staying on for the time at Eibar.

///

The rest of the day training and preparing for the match went quickly, not allowing you even a moment to get stuck in your head, although you spent any free second watching Jenni train, and how good her tattoos and the rest of her- you get the point, and Frido did too as she poked you in the back several times throughout training.

Alexia rolled her eyes as Jenni didn’t even notice the ball at her feet, instead fixated on you laughing at something with Ingrid and Frido. Your captain rolling her eyes again when she found Jenni staring at you again.

“You are drooling.” Alexia whispered, distracting Jenni who immediately wiped at her mouth before continuing with the training.

///

You were supposed to get an early night, so you and Jenni returned to your room to sleep, you walking around the room in your pyjamas, ignoring how Jenni’s eyes followed you as she sat on her bed on her phone, before she got ready for bed herself.

The lights were off, Jenni was in her bed, yet you laid in yours, staring at the ceiling, wide awake.

You weren’t sure how long you were laying there, but the ceiling tiles were more defined as your eyes adjusted to the darkness, and you had no energy to go on your phone to check the time.

“Can’t sleep?”

“Sorry, did I wake you?” you rolled onto your side to acknowledge your roommate’s location in the darkness.

Simple conversation flowed as 1am rolled by and Mapi texted you telling you and Jenni to shut up because she could hear the talking through the wall.

“Screw it…” you whispered, throwing the bedding off of yourself and sitting up to climb out of bed.

“Qué?”

“Move over a bit… I don’t want to end up crushing you.” You stated, carefully moving your hands around in the darkness to slip under the covers in Jenni’s bed, jumping slightly as Jenni’s hand brushed your bare back where your pyjama shirt had ridden up slightly.

Your plan had been to continue talking, at a level where you could hear each other, but quiet enough not keep Mapi awake. Your plan hadn’t included falling asleep on Jenni and using her as a body pillow, clinging to her in your sleep as she returned the favour and held you in her arms.

You briefly woke up a few hours before you had to be up for the day, your tired eyes running over the tattoos on the arms that were holding you, not processing what it truly meant as you buried your face in what you thought was your pillow again, going back to sleep.

Waking up before her alarm, Jenni smiled as she looked down at your sleeping face, moving her free hand to gently remove an eyelash from your cheek before returning her hand to where it rested on your bare back, drawing patterns on your skin. Your pyjama shirt had ridden up again as you slept, giving Jenni a canvas to draw patterns on.

Your alarm began to ring first from across the room, your peaceful sleeping face turning into a grumpy one immediately as you began to stir and open your eyes, the first thing you see is Jenni’s smiling face. Heat ignited your face as you scrambled to get out of Jenni’s bed, climbing over her to cross the room, grabbing your gameday clothes and hurrying into the bathroom. Your sock getting stuck in the door as it shut left you hurrying to slam the bathroom door and lock it, hearing Jenni’s laughter on the other side as you began your morning routine.

///

Jenni found you at the breakfast selection, glancing over the options with your chosen cutlery and crockery on a tray.

“How did you sleep?” Jenni enquired as she reached for a banana from the fruit bowl.

“Okay, I guess,” shrugging at Jenni’s question, you finally spotted what you were looking for, heading towards where Alexia, Pere and Leila were sat at a table.

“Okay? You were using me as a body pillow!” Jenni pretended to be offended as she followed you over to the table, not realising how loud she was being as your teammates’ eyes widened.

“That doesn’t mean you were a good body pillow!”

“You smiled in your sleep!” Jenni retorted, watching as you chose to answer her instead of eating.

“I was dreaming about… puppies!”

“I thought you were a cat person?” Leila pointed out, pointing her spoon at you.

“You two shared a bed last night?” Pere shouted in glee, loud enough that everyone who had come down for breakfast had heard.

“You two shared a bed?” Mapi shouted from across the room, leaving Jenni to immediately notice how you glared at your breakfast, now untouched as the teasing began.

“Jenni is your type!”

The mention of the stream left you pushing back your chair, ignoring the teasing that followed you as some concerned gazes watched you leave, hearing you mutter one final thing before the door shut behind you, “damn stream…”

///

Once again, it was Jenni who found you, her gaze drifting over your body crouched down rummaging through your suitcase, but whatever you were looking for, you couldn’t find. Jenni sat on her bed waiting as you pushed up on your knees to stand up, sparing a glance at Jenni before you gulped, feeling a ghost of Jenni’s hand rest on your hip, her thumb drawing circles above your pelvic bone like it had this morning.

Standing up, Jenni opened her arms without expecting you to take her up on the hug, but you leapt forwards into her arms, burying your face in her neck as you fought back the tears of frustration, focussing on the warmth and comfort Jenni gave you instead.

///

You hadn’t realised that Jenni had seen more than just what your face looked like when you slept, not realising she’d seen one of your tattoos she didn’t know you had, until your pyjama shirt neckline had moved, revealing it.

“The tattoo on your collarbone, when did you get that one? I haven't seen it before now.” Jenni asked, almost regretting asking as you pulled away from her to reveal it again.

“You never asked.”

“"I can't ask about something I don't know, koala…” Jenni trailed off, her eyes lingering around your body as another thought came to mind, one that you picked up immediately.

“But why would you know about tattoos I got, in places you can't see?" You tilted your head to the side, leaving crumbs of a mystery in Jenni’s head, where were these other tattoos that she hadn’t seen?

“People often like to talk about their new tattoos.”

"Maybe I would have mentioned it, but everyone's favourite topic to ask me is that stream… it’s not like anyone but me has seen all of them anyway,” shrugging to yourself as you began to sort through your suitcase again.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing them.”

“This isn't a strip club, Hermoso, and I am not stripping for you!” you sassed back, giving up on whatever you were looking for as Jenni chuckled.

“Of course it isn't a strip club, I wouldn't pay you. What if I strip too?” Jenni proposed, smirking as you immediately shivered, turning around with wide eyes at Jenni’s boldness.

"Nice try, Hermoso. You'll have to try harder than that!” but your confidence was fake, and you had something else on your mind as Jenni took a step forward.

"I love a good challenge-” Jenni was cut off as your stomach rumbled, your face burning as the forward held in a laugh.

“Oh, koala, are you hungry?”

“Not for you… the teasing made me ditch breakfast, remember?” reminding Jenni of the events that had occurred in the cafeteria of the hotel, driving you away from your breakfast to take refuge in your room.

The two of you ended up hurrying out of the hotel, ditching your stuff on the bus to the match, and running down the street to the closest cafe so you could eat something. The two of you missing did not go unnoticed but neither of you realised the time as Jenni asked her question as you ate.

“"Can I know where your tattoos are?" 

Your mouth was full with the makeshift breakfast you’d got in the cafe to-go, so you began to point with your free hand to parts of your body which had the tattoos, leaving the mystery of what they were to remain as Jenni memorised each area you pointed to, and wondering what the tattoos were of.

///

Hurrying onto the bus, the two of you were slightly late whilst the teasing tried to continue. You sat with Frido on the bus, Alexia and Jenni sitting in the row in front. Alexia had asked how Jenni had slept, leaving Jenni to smirk and turn around, spotting you wearing your sunglasses again as she spoke, eliciting a loud response from you.

“I do not snore, Hermoso!”

“When you are awake. Sleeping? You are a snoring little koala clinging to me.” Jenni smirked, sticking her tongue out at you as you glared, even though it was hidden by your sunglasses.

“I do not snore, if anything you snore!”

“Oh, cariño, to find that one out, you need to wake up first, but with the way you were sleeping last night? I doubt that will ever happen.” Jenni replied, ignoring the amused looks on Alexia and Frido’s faces. 

“Maybe you shouldn’t have kept me up then!” you replied, folding your arms like a grumpy child as Jenni sassed you back.

“I kept you up, koala? It was the other way around.” 

“How? Was I staring at the ceiling too loudly?” tilting your head to the side, you looked up as Jenni turned around to look over the back of her seat at you.

"Your thoughts were really loud, koala, and what kind of friend would I be if I didn't help you get out of your pretty head?" Jenni replied, not realising her wording had several meanings and the sunglasses obscuring your eyes meant that nobody could see the emotions flickering through them.

“Friends?” your voice broke slightly, Frido about to interrupt but you cleared your throat, smirking slightly, “you must have slipped in the shower and hit your head or something if you seriously think I’m pretty.”

Frido immediately whacked you on the arm, whilst Alexia peeked over the back of her seat to glare at your words, but Jenni shook her head. “I think I am fine, koala.”

“You sure? You might need to be checked for a concussion… follow my finger?” you raised your hand, Jenni grinning like hell as she followed your moving finger with her eyes, winking with her next sentence.

“Maybe I should, I did fall for you hard.”

“Mierda, if you’re actually concussed you seem really happy about it?” you raised an eyebrow, pushing Jenni’s hand away as she reached for your sunglasses, ignoring her pout as you did so.

“I am in the presence of a pretty head after all.”

“My skull is average sized?” you deadpanned, frowning as Jenni rolled her eyes and Alexia and Frido both stifled their laughter as best they could.

“Are you sure you both got enough sleep?” Frido teased, wondering if your obliviousness was from sleep deprivation, or stubbornness.

“I slept well, I had a personal blanket." Jenni answered with a soft smile, but you sassed her back.

“Don't get used to having a 'personal blanket', Hermoso!”

"We will see about that, koala, I think you are going to miss having something to cling onto!” Jenni replied but Frido bit her lip, already knowing what you were about to deadpan.

"It's called a body pillow, it just doesn't fit in my suitcase."

"Seems like you need me then, koala.” Jenni replied before Alexia whacked her, raising an eyebrow at how far Jenni was going to take this.

"Or a bigger suitcase... I don't get into just anyone's bed, Hermoso."

“I am honoured, koala, you are welcomed back anytime…” Jenni rested her hand over her heart with a grin that made you want to bury your face in your hands.

"Last night was unintentional, but thanks, I think?" you shifted in your seat, frowning as Frido poked you in the ribs with a grin.

“Unintentional, you say? You are welcome, mi koala.”

“Did you want to keep our teammates up?  Mapi texted me that she could hear us talking through the wall!” You explained, making the move to remove your sunglasses but you decided against it in case your eyes give anything away.

“"You made the move into my bed though. You did not even ask, just climbed in next to me.” Jenni pointed out, not expecting you to give in so easily, but the coach had arrived for the game.

///

“You know, Hermoso, if you’re that interested in my tattoos, then you'll be happy to know I'm going to get another one soon." You taunted Jenni slightly in the dressing room of the Eibar stadium, leaving the forward full of questions as you walked away to go shower.

“Can I see where?” Jenni called after you, but you paused, raising an eyebrow at her.

“Still not stripping for you, Hermoso. It  feels like all you want is to see me with less clothes.” You deadpanned before leaving, ignoring Jenni’s retort that you knew the rest of the team heard.

“Can you blame me, koala?”

“"I guess we all know now which tattooed, tall & funny person they meant." Mapi declared, but everyone pointed out it had been obvious for a while now.

///

The game against Eibar went well with Barcelona winning (Jenni getting two assists from you, plus you had taken a power shot at goal and scored one yourself) and everyone taking the bus back. You and Frido sat watching a movie together before falling asleep for the remaining hours of the journey back as training for the next home game began a couple of days later.

///

Finding a patch of shade on the pitch after training, you flopped down taking a breath, not expecting Jenni to flop down next to you, propping her head up on her elbow as she looked you up and down.

“In case you need me as a body pillow.” Jenni smiled, grinning as you removed your arm from where it had been resting over your face.

“You suck.”

“On what?” Jenni wiggled her eyebrows, smirking as you immediately reminded her of a bird with ruffled feathers.

“Why are you so eager to have me on top of you?” you spluttered slightly, rolling onto your side to look at the forward properly.

“Because it is usually the other way around.”

“Usually? When have you ever been on top of me? Besides when I tripped over the ball that one time and took you down with me…” you trailed off, remembering that day of training far too well.

“Not yet, but maybe soon?” Jenni winked, but her hopeful tone went undetected by you as you sat up with wide eyes.

“In your dreams, Hermoso!” you hurried away, running off the training pitch directly to the showers, passing Alexia who was practising her free kicks in the process.

“What did you say to them? You are going to end up giving your koala a heart attack!” Alexia raised an eyebrow, walking over to where Jenni still laid in the shade.

“What did I do?” Jenni raised her hands like she was innocent, but Alexia shook her head.

"They ran faster away from you than they did for the sprinting drill!”

“I didn’t tell them to run away… I would have liked the opposite…” Jenni admitted but Alexia rolled her eyes, looking up as Caro walked over.

“Why did your koala just sprint into the showers?"

Apparently Jenni nicknaming you her koala had spread to the team’s knowledge as the forward shrugged at Caro’s question, “We were just talking.”

“Talking? Sure…”

“Or they ran off because you stink, go shower Jenni." Alexia instructed, folding her arms as Jenni sighed and got up off the ground, heading inside towards the showers with a “fine, fine!” directed to the captain.

Jenni entering the dressing room put her directly into your path, you were freshly showered and in clean clothes as you bumped into her, looking the sweaty forward up and down before you walked around her and into Frido. The dressing room soon turned into a game of koala pinball, until you were nudged from the dressing room before Jenni could be done showering.

///

Your body pillow was slowly not helping you sleep as you laid awake, hoping to get an early night so you could relax on your off-day. Instead you were laying awake, staring at the ceiling.

Reaching for your phone, you sent Jenni a text.

‘Body pillow has no effect now, it is your fault that I am awake’

Jenni texting back wasn’t something you expected, asking if you wanted her to come over, in Spanish, making you worry that the forward was too tired, but you still texted back your answer.

Throwing the body pillow from the bed to make room, you jumped out of bed as you heard a knock at the door, hurrying over to open it, “this is not a booty call.”

“Could be-”

“Too tired, sorry,” apologising, Jenni had barely entered your place before you were snuggling into her, waddling to where your bedroom was.

Jenni’s arms remained by her sides until you were both under your covers, one arm resting on your lower back, the other cradling the back of your neck as you fell asleep, Jenni following soon after.

///

Jenni woke up to her phone buzzing on your bedside table, but she didn’t make any moves to check it, instead enjoying how peaceful you looked, even as you clung to her with a death grip. Only when her phone began to ring did the forward move to silence it, but her movements elicited a groan from you. The muffled growl of a ‘no!’ telling her not to move too much, your face buried in her neck as you shifted your body further onto her.

"So now you want to be on top of me-" Jenni was cut off as you opened your mouth, but your face was so squished into her neck that opening your mouth felt like you were about to bite her.

“Don’t ruin the moment,” your voice was muffled so you moved your face from Jenni’s neck, not seeing the disappointed pout on her face as you moved to go back to sleep, but your face didn’t press into her neck again.

“Go back to sleep, koala, I am not going anywhere.” Jenni whispered, drawing circles above your pelvic bone again as you murmured a ‘yay’ before being out like a light. 

///

It turned out that Jenni was supposed to meet some of your teammates for breakfast, which was now brunch as she persuaded you to get out of bed and go outside. In the end, it was hunger that persuaded you as you sat eating, Jenni about to as well when Leila realised something.

“So that is why you were not home!” 

Slipping your sunglasses back on, you ignored the teasing as much as you could as you continued to eat, feeling Jenni’s hand comfortingly on your knee as she clowned the others back with jokes and sarcasm, squeezing your knee every once in a while.

Your sunglasses obscured everyone’s view of where you were looking as you sipped your drink, eyes running over Jenni’s tattoos with hidden appreciation. It was only when the others began to talk amongst themselves that you let Jenni remove your sunglasses from your eyes.

“Now you can look at me without those glasses!” she smiled, but you pouted slightly, hanging your sunglasses from your shirt neckline.

“But then everyone can see me looking at you?”

“You look at me?” Jenni was almost thrown off by the seriousness of your tone.

“How could I not? You’re my type… tattoos, funny and height, in your case, tattooed, tall, clown… who accidentally became my body pillow that I sleep better with, I’m sorry about that…” you apologised, resting your hand on Jenni’s hand that was on your knee, until she tangled your fingers with hers.

“Don’t be. I sleep better with my personal blanket, koala.” Jenni replied, smiling as you squeezed her hand gently.

“Sorry about the death grip though…”

“Don’t be, I like it.”

“Yeah, I could tell by the way you stopped breathing for a second this morning… although I did almost bite you, guessing you’re not into biting?” you teased, but Jenni smirked, resting her elbow on the table so she could rest her cheek on her free hand in amusement.

“With you? I could get into it.” Jenni replied, about to lean in but Leila whispering stopped her.

“They know we are still here, yes?”

“Would they hurry up and kiss already? Alexia and Frido are going to win the bet…” was also said but you rolled your eyes, deciding to keep drinking your drink instead as Jenni smirked, wiggling her eyebrows at your teammates, and repeating one of your classic lines.

“In your dreams.”

#jenni hermoso x reader #jenni hermoso imagine #woso x reader #woso imagine #woso imagines #barcelona femeni x reader #barcelona femeni imagine #barcelona femeni imagines

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The Livestream gone haywire

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Marinette finds the face and the reason behind the appearance of mystery cookies at her desk each morning. Sure she had prepared for everything she thought was possible, but the face to be the renowned Adrien Agreste and the reason being that the internet believed them to be dating wasn’t something just anyone could come to terms with. 

Chapter 1

It had, coincidentally, started on what probably was the most stressful day of her life.

Finding her way through Gabriel as a new intern was hard enough. But Marinette, thanks to her amazingly clumsy self, had somehow managed to knock into the Gabriel Agreste right on the third day of her internship while she was running late. Had it not been while holding her loose pages from her design portfolio, she might just have lost the opportunity of a lifetime for herself.

But having her designs scatter in every direction in front of her idol posed a completely different situation.

Marinette prided herself on being a multitasker. It was something that often helped her wade through different situations. For instance like the one she was currently stuck into.

So by the time it took Gabriel to look what she could only describe as an eagle’s gaze fixed upon its latest prey, she had managed to get worried about being humiliated right at the doorstep of the office, talked herself out of being worried because she was being silly damn it , picked up all her sheets and smoothed her dress. It was quite applauded considering that it took Gabriel like five seconds to provide the first critique. And on seeing that Marinette took his comments in stride rather than running off crying as he probably expected, he called her up to his office during her break and dumped seven folders brimming with designs of clothes for just about everyone . He then proceeded to dump the mammoth task of asking her to compile her opinion on each and every design by the next week.

She was screwed .

Gabriel Agreste was an absolute villain. And he definitely knew that.

Which left her now dragging herself up to her desk to hopefully get her work done, planning her schedule for the day. Quite stressfully might she add. So imagine her sheer joy at seeing the most beautifully packaged chocolate-chip cookie sitting right in the middle of the desk!

Silently thanking her unknown saviour to her empty stomach, Marinette carefully removed the bright pink ribbon from the bag and pulled the cookie from its tiny plastic bag. She then munched on the cookie for a good two minutes savouring the gooey chocolate chips and started her day much happier than she before.

As she plugged her earphones into her ears and raised the volume of the white noise music listening to which she felt the most productive, she failed to hear the silent whoop that resonated from down the corridor from where she sat. The blonde responsible for this took one last look at her and walked away.

The next day she arrived, she forgotten about the entire incident with the cookie. On seeing the present on the same spot Marinette stopped in her tracks and opted to briefly think about just why that thing was there. Seeing her contemplating about the cookie’s arrival, her desk mate and fellow intern, Ines, started giggling.

Marinette glared at the brunette without any heat behind it and asked her if she knew who kept the cookie.

Ines just playfully winked at her and said, “I have been bribed to keep my mouth shut about this 'Nette. But seriously you have nothing to worry about! The guy wouldn’t even hurt a fly if someone asked him to.”

“So it’s a guy?” Marinette asked.

“Oops.” Ines didn’t even look both bothered that she had revealed any information about her gifter. She grinned and said, “I also won’t tell you that he’s an absolute dork and,” raising her voice added, “ doesn’t agree with me that this entire incident can he handled in a much simpler way. ”

“Ines?”

“Yeah?”

“You are ridiculous”

She beamed. “I try.”

A week down this routine that she had got herself accustomed to, Marinette was absolutely determined to find out the identity of the man Ines had started to call Chat Noir for some reason. Her guess was that the guy was someone within hearing distance from her in the office and Ines just wanted to tease the guy for not doing things the way that she considered normal. As a consequence, Marinette hatched out her brilliant and flawless plan of finally not arriving to her internship with five minutes to spare. Rather she decided to come in an hour early under the pretence of wanting to organize her report before it had to be submitted to Gabriel.

Marinette had prepared herself for what she thought was every situation that would unfold. She had prepared herself for a colleague shy to proclaim his or her feelings. She had prepared herself for mortification on knowing that the cookie was actually not meant for her regardless of what Ines had said. She even had prepared for it to be Ines because why wouldn’t she like doing this?

Heck she’d even prepared herself to see a literal black cat showing up with a cookie it nabbed from a nearby bakery.

What Marinette had not prepared to see was Adrien Agreste pacing along the length of her desk muttering to himself about god knows what.

Seeing him there however seemed to explain a lot of things which had plagued her mind. Adrien Agreste would probably have been expected to wear top quality business suits wherever he went. He, for some reason had decided it was the highest tier of fashion to wear black ripped jeans with a simple black hoodie topping it off with a beanie that had seemed like cat ears?  And why did it feel like she’d seen this exact outfit elsewhere?

Huh. Weird.

“Uhh…Monsieur Agreste?”

Adrien froze. He turned towards herself with wide eyes as if he’d just been robbed of the most delicious cake he owned right in front of his eyes. But Marinette thought it was fair. After all anyone would be shocked to see her in the office an entire hour before she was supposed to be present.

“……yeah?”

“Can I help you in any way?”

“Oh yeah that uhh….I was actually— uhh— waiting for…Ines! Yeah! Her! I, uhh, lost a bet to her….and you know how she gets right?” He said nervously while flapping one of his arms around and reaching the other up to his nape of his neck.

“Oh! You’re a bit early then. Ines doesn’t come in for another—” she checks her watch “—fifteen minutes, give or take. But seriously Monsieur Agreste? I’d think that you’d know better than to bet against Ines of all people.” She ended with an almost smirk.

“Please, call me Adrien. And honestly I thought I had this one in the bag.” He said sighing. “She does know me better than I thought.”

Marinette chuckled.

“If you’d like to wait for Ines, then you’re welcome to stay here as long as you like Adrien.”

“I’d—” Adrien’s phone rings. He accepts the call and walks away near the window for privacy, somehow managing to mouth ‘I’m sorry about this’ and listening raptly to the caller at the same time.

Then again the Agrestes were known for doing too many things at the same time.

There wasn’t much to be said about Gabriel on this issue. Anyone who saw would agree that the man was a little insane with the amount of work that he did.

But Adrien, he was always a mystery for her.

The guy initially had been working as a model for the brand. And then he just stopped all of a sudden. With unfinished contracts and everything.

Marinette had thought Gabriel would be absolutely livid . He was known for going on a rage when any employee of his,even his own son, not finish something within the given time restraint. So she had confidently gone as far as say to Ines, ‘Bet you 20 euros he’s going to cause the best drama the company has ever seen.’ Ines had just laughed and said that they’d see.

(That was the day Marinette learned to never make the mistake of making a bet against Ines.)

But, Gabriel proved her wrong by acting like his son didn’t just act like he’d freaking died. He managed the situation too calmly. He explained that Adrien decided to pursue a different career path and provided replacement models for every shoot that his son had missed.

But that didn’t stop Adrien from stopping by every now and then. He come in unannounced. Walk around for a while. Talk to people he felt like conversing to. And then left as if it was something entirely normal.

Regardless, Marinette thought, it’s useless thinking about it.

So Marinette started unpacking her bag. Under the pretence of making it seem as if she was paying attention to the report that she needed to submit today, she couldn’t help but notice that the cookie hadn’t arrived yet. She mentally high—fived herself and pulled a calm façade over her face, waiting for someone suspicious to arrive.

“—honestly A, I told you this would’ve— OH MY GOD!” Ines shrieked and almost dropped her cell phone as she walked towards her desk.

Marinette jerked upright on hearing the commotion. However, on seeing just who the cause of it was, she relaxed.

Walking up to her, she asked her friend dryly. “Ines. What happened?”

Ines stared at her wide—eyed for an entire minute and then fake gasped. She asked, “How on Earth are you early today?! Aren't you supposed to be sleeping till at least another minute or two?!”

“Ines.”

Hearing their exchange, Adrien, having finished his call, sighed deeply, let out a few choice words and reluctantly shuffled up to them.

(Was she missing something that was going on between them?)

As Adrien, finally, walked up to them, Ines took one look at him and started laughing. And hearing her laugh at something that they apparently discussed about earlier, Adrien started to groan asking her to shut her mouth for god’s sake.

“…I’m guessing you lost the bet rather tragically?” Marinette hesitantly asked.

“Oh my gosh—” Ines wheezed, “so you mean this dork told you we—” again interrupted herself to allow a laugh, “—we had a bet going on?!”

“Ines,” Adrien whined, “What was I even supposed to do?!”

“Don’t give me that! I told you exactly what to do.”

“But you acted like this was a genius move. Wasn’t it you who said she’d totally understand if I did this!”

“It’s called sarcasm, you dumb— ”

“Okay enough!” Marinette interrupted the two of them before the entire company could be privy of whatever the two of them were arguing about.

The both of them stilled.

“Would you like to tell me what this is about? Ines?”

“....Adrien? I think it’s time you face your demons.”

“ Why are you so extra?” Adrien groaned.

Marinette looked at the two of them confused.

Adrien took a deep sigh. “You’re right. I was going to do this today anyway. Do you think…?” He asked flapping his hands.

“Sure,” she said trying hard to hide her smirk, ”but i’m only going any to make sure i have enough caffeine in me to deal with the kids that you two are!” Saying which Ines went away.

Adrien laughed somewhat nervously and went quiet, fiddling the nape of his neck with his hand. Marinette could just feel the nervousness oozing out from him. And considering she had about fifteen minutes before she needed to start her day, she really needed to get the younger Agreste start talking otherwise his father might just kick her out because ‘she inconvenienced his precious child.’

“So Adrien,” she began,”I know whatever you have to say is, I don’t know, big I guess? But the thing is,” she pointedly showed her watch, “I don’t have much time with me if you’re going to take this long.” As soon as she said this, Marinette chastised herself for coming out so bluntly. “Not that I’m not being inconsiderate to you! It’s just that I don’t think Nathalie would consider, you know, you and I talking about whatever, even if you do happen to be—”

Adrien interrupted her rambling. “Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng—”

“Marinette’s fine.”

He sent a small smile her way.

“Marinette,” Adrien said, “you have been the most considerate person to me so far. Even if I don’t really deserve it.”

“What?”

“First things first, I’m the guy Ines dubs as Chat Noir.” He gauged for her reaction.

“Okay.” she said indifferently.

Surprised at her lack of any, he asked, “You aren’t mad?”

“I’m sure you are going to tell me why you though that was necessary. Aren’t you?”

“Yeah,” he paused, ”but just to be clear, please don’t hit me on my nose. I’ve heard from a girl that it pains like hell.”

“Okay...?”

“Uh, see, I’m you know, a youtuber….”

“....And?”

“I, uh, like to do livestreams okay? Sometimes, like once a month or maybe twice at the most. Because Paris you know—”

“Adrien.”

“—It’s a beautiful city right? People interact with me! Thankfully don’t fawn over me as much as they used to before. But you know—”

“Adrien. As much as I’d love to know what sort of videos and livestreams you have going on on your channel, could we please get to the point?”

He shot forward at once. “Inevermeantforthistohappenbutmyfollowersthinkthatwe’redatingandohgodi’vetriedmyhardest—”

“Adrien breathe.” Marinette interrupted his rant mid way failing to understand any part of it.

As Adrien hesitantly, on her insistence, all the while eyeing her as is she’d burst like a volcano at any instance.

Seriously, anything that he had to say couldn’t be that bad for her, right?

Right?

“Now do your worst. Just this time a bit slowly?” Marinette smiled encouragingly.

Adrien laughed nervously and said, “A week back during one of my livestreams, you accidentally stumbled upon me,” a genuine laugh flowed out of him at this, “I think you said something like ‘This is the third time this week this shit is happening to me. I’m so sorry about this!’ and rushed away. But considering you work here , it’s understandable why you ran away. But the thing is, my followers took it in an entirely different after one guy just asked me if you were my girlfriend. And now….” Adrien paused waiting to gauge her reaction.

“...everyone thinks we’re dating?” she asked, unsure about it.

“Yeah, pretty much that covers the situation.” Adrien finished somewhat lamely.

“Okay….let’s think about our options.” Marinette tapped her foot against the floor. “How many followers do you have anyway?”

“About 2.5 million I guess?”

“WHAT?!”

Scratch that. If possibly the entire internet thought that she was dating her boss’s only son, the matter could definitely be that bad.

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NAME Dorian ID 1 9 16 7 ALIENRACE Rhodorium OCCUPATION Doctor

Chapter Warnings Swearing, innuendo, knife mention, gross food mention Chapter Characters Janus, Remus

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Dee was in deadshit middle of nowhere getting his ass whooped by a bunch of cocky punks.

Which was exactly what Remus had told his brother later while twirling his fingers in the cord of his older than dirt phone.

These trashy bandits (or whatever their nefarious occupation was) had been loitering around the shop like a bunch of girl scouts leaning against a grocery store selling cookies. Remus was not sad to see them go, scared off like a bunch of rats.

Remus couldn’t help watching this badass loner guy punch the shit out of those losers like he was decking the halls from atop his watchtower. Not much of a watchtower, more like an endgame Janga Tower made of trash and dog shit, but a tall enough structure to poke some binoculars through.

Pushing the lens through an opening, Remus watched as this JD looking guy got his face torn off by those nobodies. And then he saw his eye glow yellow like an LED on 10 volts and annihilate those posers with a plasma blast; Remus almost shouted “booyah” to Mr. Cyborg Man.

Welp, time to open up shop, Remus supposed, sliding down a pole that ran down his watchtower like a firefighter who was, you know, also a stripper.

Remus bounced around through his junkyard, racing the small distance to the entrance like he was jogging through an obstacle course. The dry dirt was flung into the air as his boots thromped onto the ground. Metal and plastic ricocheted against one another as he kicked spare parts aside. He knocked over a pile of junk, which sounded like a bunch of kindergarteners in a marching band on its way down.

Remus skidded to a halt, chest to chest to this cool loner guy, having overshot his stopping point. Flailing mechanical limbs behind his back, Remus teetered backwards before finding his balance again. The guy bounced back, taking a step backwards. His yellow eye twinkled for a second before he changed his mind.

The man swept dust off his dark brown suit and black capelet, squinting what was left of his nose. Artificial skin on half of his face was torn off, a menagerie of metals. The grooves and lines were scale-like, with bits of patinaed copper here and there.

His cheek ‘bones’ looked as sharp as a knife, which made sense because they were, you know, made of metal and could probably be considered a knife. Face knifes. How cool was that? Remus smiled at him in that unsettling way he specializes in.

They stared at each other for a bit too long; the cyborg looked at Remus, disgusted and appalled at his trash boy apparel.

“Howdy partner,” Remus said unironically, like he was born in a bona fide space western, “what brings you to these parts?”

“Oh, just in the area ‘is all” Mystery man said, you know, like a liar.

Remus was amused by the deliberate, calculated way the guy carried himself. Fancy, he thought, but dragged it out in his head with an obnoxious accent.

“You must be Remus.” The man said, skeptical, looking across at the junkyard.

“Yup. Need your face fixed up?”

“Um, no thanks. I have something else I would like for you to do for me.”

Remus smiled, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively. “What might that be?”

The man’s eyes rolled like a man after getting pushed down a hill. “I am here to pick up a commission for Dramatica Watt,” which was a really stupid fake name.

Remus blinked, scrunching his face in thought, lips puckering, “Ah!” he said, pointing a finger to the sky. “That one.” Remus frowned. “What a shame, those raw materials are pretty wild. Wonder what Ms. Watt is making with them”

“Nothing good, I am afraid.”

Remus let out a very contemplative “hmm” and turned on his heel towards his junkyard-front-yard. “If it ends up exploding on ‘em, be sure to get it on video. Follow me.”

Traversing the yard and entering his workshop, Remus led Dee to a white room, which looked like it was copy-pasted right out of a medical drama. The blank bright walls, clean floors, and clear surfaces of the room were a shocking contrast to the rest of Remus’ hovel.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, it looks squeaky clean. Pretty disappointing. The room makes me think of my brother sometimes.” Remus laughed a bit, “Not like, he disappointed the parents, ruined the family legacy or anything. That was my doing. He’s just a goodie-two-shoes who thinks white is some cool futuristic aesthetic thing.”

Remus grinned at Dee, whose stern, unamused frown had turned into something more curious. Remus danced as he walked, but Dee walked as if he had memorized the manual on walking.

“I’m no idiot when it comes to medical procedures and shit. Infections are no joke, so I keep it clean in here.”

Remus moved backwards, like a tour guide, as he decided to show off his house—he did not get many visitors.

Passing through the white room and opening a steel door, Remus bent down to search through a large storage closet, creating quite a racket, before emerging with a big, beaten up box. The box was reused. The graphics on the sides looked to have been for something quite questionable looking.

Looking above the large box of L'aundrifoil, Remus looked at the guy again. “So, I know the money is going to be transferred to me, but I need confirmation that you’re the one supposed to be picking this up.” Dee showed the purchase order to Remus, and Remus nodded his head.

“Great, so, uh, you must be exhausted a bit after travelling over here and fighting off those punks. Do you want to chill for a moment? I got snacks.”

“No,” he said, and yet Dee found himself sitting on a bar stool, leaning against a kitchen counter, watching the alien bounce from fridge to cabinet, scooping up snacks by the armful.

“Did you say your name? I can’t remember. I have been calling you Mr. Cyborg Protagonist in my head this whole time.”

“Don’t have one. Dramatica’s goons call me $DEE. It’s not really my name.” Really, the only goon that called him Dee was himself since nobody really called him anything.

“D… D-D,” Remus hummed, “Doesn’t really fit like, you don’t look like a letter.”

Remus dropped everything on the counter, some of the food bursting open and leaking.

“I grabbed the least disgusting shit I had in my kitchen. You don’t look to be of the kind with the refined taste of a bottom feeder like myself.”

On the cold laminate counter, Dee could pick out and read various snacks, including: Istavices, gloop-os, Staopies, and lays potato chips. He popped open the bag of chips and ignored the rest.

“Oh fuck!” Remus snapped, which made Dee jump in his seat, his jaw snapping shut mid potato chip. “I forgot about the livestream today!” Remus slid a smart device out of a pocket—which had been well-camouflaged inside the rest of the man’s eclectic outfit. “You okay with being on camera or nah?” Dee shook his head no, and Remus nodded.

Remus held up the device, the camera aiming at Remus and the rest of the kitchen, as if Janus was in the position of a live studio audience. Dee looked side to side, wondering, should I leave?

“Hey sludges, how’s it going? Might not have a ton of time today to stream, but I promised to show ya the thing-a-ma-bob I finished up yesterday.”

“In the background I got a guest today. He beat up a bunch of punks loitering in my yard. He’s got a cool laser eye.”

“Ah, yep, yah, he is totally a space protagonist. Doesn’t have a name… besides bae.” Remus laughed, looked away from the camera, and winked at him. He was flattered.

“Type in the chat for name ideas for my new space-cow-boy-friend.”

Dee had to leave, but, goodness, he did not want to. He burst into a fit of laughter for what felt like the first time in his life—

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Fic Writers Week (Day One): Words of Validation

Day 1: Words Of Validation - Fic Readers, take some time to leave new comments / Fic Writers, share some of the comments that stuck with you the most.

First and foremost, every single comment that has ever been left behind on any one of my fics means a great deal to me, and I can’t even describe how happy they all make me! Seriously, you all make my day! I’d like to put every single one of them into this post, but I don’t want to clog up peoples’ dashes, so even if you don’t see your comment here, just know that it is in this post in spirit.

One Available Copy

aaaaaaAAAAAAAA this is amazing??? i love this so so much asdfghjkl. Your characterization was on point and I literally laughed out loud a bunch of times. Thank you so much for sharing with us!! 

This was so lovely, sweet, funny and i can't really cope right now :D Your characterisation was spot on and this au in general was so good! And the thought of Kirishima and Bakugou sharing their assigned reading is doing funny things to my heart! 

This is so so so so cute!! I just love the progression of their relationship from emailed library notifications to post its to face to face talking and texts.... it's just so so adorable. Plus the idea itself is genius! And I've never seen a college AY that talks about library stuff like this and it's just a really cool concept and a really good idea...!Also, all the tiny details you wove into this really made it as good as it was: the inclusion of so many characters, Tsuyu's livestreams, Endeavor and Monoma's humiliation, the humour, the tododeku making out between the shelves and literally not giving a single fuck.... everything was funny and cute and the ENDING!! The ending was super well executed and wonderful and cute and I absolutely loved it. All of it. Thank you so much for writing this because it's seriously hecking amazing <3 Oh my gosh this is my favorite college AU fic! I really love everything about it. Your characterization of Bakugou especially was on point, very good, A+ LOVED IT 

Oh my goodness this was so freaking cute? Bakugou's attempts at flirting going right over kirishima's head is so in line with these two boys I'm yellinggggg thank u sm for writing this fic!!! u really made their college feel like a real living breathing place especially with the addition of all the meme pages!! 

I wrote One Available Copy (OAC) with the goal of making people laugh and smile, and to hear that I had done that made more happy than I could have imagined! I’m always second-guessing myself on characterisation as well, so these comments meant a lot to me, and I can’t thank people enough for them! Also, to hear that I had made the world feel alive and real...thank you all so much!

Wedlock

WHAT. A. FIRST. CHAPTER!!!

I am so excited for this AU omg?? I love that they're in an established relationship already and omg the playfulness? Flirting?? YES, MY BOYS, GO OFF AND START A SCANDAL. I AM ROOTING FOR YOU!

And magic!! Oh my gosh I love the incorporation of magic in this era and the fighting--the fighting. It's amazing. Intense. I love it.

Thank you as well for the superb attention to detail. I can tell a lot of research went into representing the era accurately and it makes your world all the more vivid and fascinating! (the sweets, i am remembering the sweets hahahaha)

I'm definitely looking forward to more of this AU! Great job!!!

Special shoutout first of all to @todorokishouts for this giant comment, after having to deal with my sobbing of research woes for this fic, and cheering me on through it, and consistently being the first person to comment on every new update along with @dystopiansushi! And yes, never forget #sweetgate2k17

I really loved how many cool elements of the time you included, it shows such an amazing deal of research!

Holy shit I'm loving this fic already!! Their established relationship is so playful and sweet, I'm really looking forward to seeing what comes next in their schemes!Also, your attention to detail in the setting while still managing to seamlessly infuse magical elements is really impressive! You've got me wanting to learn more about this world :DI hope to see more soon!! Thank you so much for this great fic :DD

Wow this is great so far! :D. I thinks it's really cool how much research you've done too, the accuracy of everything is awesome :0. Can't wait for the next chapter

I already love this and I can't wait to read more! I love how much research and knowledge you put into this au because it just shows how much you care about writing and the characters. A truly incredible first chapter with all the romance, humour and action any good story has. I loved it!

Did I mention that Wedlock is the most research-intensive fic that I’ve ever done? I swear I did the same amount of research (and still am doing research) for this story, as I did for my thesis, and to know that it wasn’t for nothing, and that people appreciated it, made me weep with joy. 

So this is fantastic. Like, excellent start. Established Tododeku? Awesome magical period romance? Actual Magic Frog Tsuyu? Appearances from numerous lovable minor characters? You are on a roll, my good sir. So I've noticed this trend in most fantasy and royalty AUs that feature Tododeku, and that is the trend of Commoner/Servant!Izuku being shipped with Royalty!Shouto. In light of that, can i just say that it is SO refreshing to see a story where they don't have to get around a weird societal imbalance of power in order to properly fall in love? It's beautiful and wonderfully uncomplicated, while still having the court politics that make stories like these so delightfully intriguing.But yeah, you've started really strong and I went back through your stuff to realize that I also read and loved your college AU, so needless to say, I'm super excited for this fic! Izuku and Shouto's dynamic is so wonderful in this, and I can't wait to see where it goes!

THIS IS BEAUTIFUL OML THIS IS ONLY CHAPTER 1 AND I CAN'T STOP SCREAMING ALREADY!!! THIS IS SO REFRESHING IN SO MANY WAYS LIKE: TODODEKU (all of it) FANTASY AU (it is always refreshing in a way) DAD MIGHT (ADOPTED IZUKU) CLASS 1-A & EVERYONES COMMENTS (they are easily the best) URARAKA AND TSU FIGHTS!!!AND LAST BUT NOT LEAST: THE WAY YOU WRITE EVERYTHING FROM THE CHARACTERS TO THE ENVIRONMENT IS BEAUTIFUL. I'M HYPED!!!

PitViperofDoom messaged me yesterday with a link and one word- "READ"And boy howdy am I glad I did! This was fantastic! I love the historical aspect of it mixed with magic and quirks and the romance was just. So good. I died with the cord thing very nice 11/10, perfection! I think you really stayed true to characters while giving them interesting influence from the setting and your writing skills are just amazing. I could really see every moment playing out. And the plot! Scheming boys and scandals, oh my! Great job. I can't wait to read more!

These three comment made me collectively die of happiness on the spot, to the point where my mother actually ran into my room asking me what I was screaming about. I think that pretty much sums up why these comment stood out to me.

Path of the Wind

I love this. I'm so happy I got to be the first to read through it; I love the premise, I love your Izuku, I love your Inko and your cryptid All Might, I think the whole thing is a fantastic and original idea and I absolutely can't wait to see how you continue it <3

None of this would have been possible without my beta reader @dystopiansushi, so thank you so much!

All aboard the hype train - whoop whoop! I'm an absolute sucker for fantasy/mystery/supernatural-esque AU content, with a side serving of Tododeku, so here I am! I'm excited to see how this plays out!

I’ve never written anything in the realm of the supernatural/fantast type before PotW, so to hear this was a big boost in confidence for me!

Whoah, I love your attention to detail here. The potholes especially caught my attention. It's something people think about, but most wouldn't think to describe distance like that. I'm excited for this!

I’ve always been a sucker for big detailed scenes, and I was so happy to find out that people enjoyed them as well, and that they didn’t take away from the story like I had been worried about.

Todo sure left an impression, poor boy Also I'm SO ON for how supportative and cute momma Inko is? Fuck, I love everything about your writring and I don't know how to describe what I like more and susbsusbsjs You're amazing

holy shit i cannot get enough of this story. it’s so well written, and extremely intriguing.i love how amazing the characters are?? just their mannerisms, midoriya’s mumbling, kirishima’s touchiness, and todoroki’s bluntness are so on-spot. also your Iida is perfect i love him!!im hardcore relating to midoriya right now, just itching to know the town’s secrets haha (as well as todoroki’s cause damn that kid is mysterious)

This is such a good update! You have such a soft way to write, I like it so, so much 

*crying emoji* thank you so much for complimenting my writing, and my writing style, and for validating me!

My Neighbour Totoro? I think you mean My Neighbour Todoroki (I'll walk myself out). Hums loudly at the mention of glinting eyes watching Midoriya enter Yuuei Academy. Who could that have been? All Might isn't really size appropriate to be slinking around there after all. And just what is Todoroki up to? Midoriya has a lot of interesting questions, thats for sure. I hope he gets the answers to all of them, because they're making me wonder too. Having the Todoroki's as the fire department will certainly link Shouto to finding the necessary evidence Midoriya's searching for in regards to the old Yuuei fires where All might was spotted, and I bet Endeavour has a huge role to play in that too. I wouldn't be surprised if the fire was instigated in an attempt to successfully lure All might out, although I may be stretching the theory bar a little on that one. I just hope Endeavour hasn't forced Todoroki the impossible task for trying to track All Might down once and for all. But, he seems genuinely scared of Midoriya's "haunted" place, or maybe he's just scared of Midoriya? What's going on Todoroki, communicate with us here. I hope Midoriya doesn't get lost trying to track shouto home. Good luck boys! Until next time!

'Somewhere in the distance, there's the sharp trill of birdsong, followed closely by the frantic flapping of wings, the sounds a concert accompanied by the occasional whisper of a breeze rattling the leaves and branches of the forest, and his own discrete pants for air.' Okay just gotta say that line is absolutely gorgeous and I can picture it perfectly in my head. There are so many descriptions throughout this chapter that are just SO PRETTY!!! FIRST CONTACT WITH THE CRYPTID AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!! This was adorable?!?! All Might is a sweetheart through and through! And Izuku fanboying? Oh my dear boy. (Izuku concerned for Shouto? oh my aching heart. BUT IZUKU THINKING ABOUT HOW PRETTY SHOUTO IS IS THE BEST THING EVER OKAY) Inko! Please take care;;;;;; don't worry your mother too much Izuku!Now, onto Aizawa. He cares a lot about his students, yeah........ but is that all? Hmmm? Do you know more than you let on, Aizawa? *eyes emoji* Could there be more teachers behind the scenes, helping All Might out? The plot thickens.

That would require finding said clearing, Shouto, and all things considered that sounds like quite the challenge. People often don’t remember directions well when rushing around.I wonder why Shouto wants to meet All Might so badly. Is his home life anywhere near as bad as it is in canon? Perhaps hopes All Might will help rescue his mom from wherever Enji stashed her.

AND TOTORO MAKES HIS APPEARANCE - i mean All Might. He's like the local friendly bigfoot. Bless him and his accident-selfie. Midoriya had such a rough tumble - it sounded both super painful and really dangerous - I'm glad he got saved in time. Todoroki ironically lead Midoriya to the clearing by running away from him to begin with - I see you trying to benefit yourself and your goals in this invitation. I worry Midoriya won't be able to find the clearing since he woke up there and was carried away from there - without a definitive route. Todoroki might not be as patient when he realises Midoriya can't find it for him. Aizawa's behaviour concerns me. Is he in contact/affiliation with All might? I feel like he knows. Until next time!

I honestly did not expect to get this initial comment, much less speculation about PotW, so I was absolutely floored, when the speculation began to come in with later chapters, and I must say that it gave me so so much motivation to keep on writing!

Man so much of this is so Ghibli; Izuku leaning out of the window, the tiny house on the edge of a giant forest, Shouto appearing in the dusk to give an ominous message, only to retreat to his mansion home across the moor (okay the moor is Gothic lit but STILL WHAT A MOOD). He has the biggest combo of San & Haku going on and I dig it so hard.

You write EXACTLY as a Ghibli movie is animated and just Wow It’s gorgeous

This is absolutely gorgeous. You capture the atmosphere so well. I’ve always wanted a regular high school au for these kids and while it isn’t the main focus, I really enjoy that aspect of the story. The plot so far is amazing, just the right combination of Ghibli and BNHA that it creates a new story entirely its own. I love every moment of this and am excited to see how Todoroki and Midoriya’s relationship evolves.

Studio Ghibli is one of the biggest influences in my life in terms of media, and I desperately wanted to do justice to it through PotW, so these comments literally made me cry from happiness.

Wow, this got really really long, and I wholeheartedly apologise to anyone reading this on mobile, and I just wanted to say once again, to everyone who has ever read my fics, to everyone who has ever read my fics and commented, thank you so so much! Your comments, reblogs, and supports give me so much motivation, and sometimes they’re the only things that get me through a tough time!

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[craftymaelyss]

Vengeance Of Nature You are unauthorized to use my artwork in any shape or form! Do not copy, edit, distribute or claim credit! "Nature's Wrath" "End Times" "Giant f*cking Horse wtf" Yeah there were a few names I was tossing up for this X'DDD I did this while livestreaming with AshDragon93 and holy molly I am EXTREMELY proud of this one!  Like seriously, I generally like what I do but this one I'm so happy with! I drew heaps of versions with so many details and colours but settled on this one because of how much it stuck out to me  I may upload the other versions separately if I feel like it but this one I'm super stoked about Ah yes nearly forgot the story behind this one!(sorta) so this is when Mother Nature is like "Oh hell no, you did not just kill all my plant babies! TIME TA WHOOP SOME AAASS!!!"  Then giant horse spirit appears and everybody's f*cked X'DDD Did I mention it's 2AM here while I'm writing this? X'D I'm kinda tiiiiiired Also check out Ash's gallery and future livestreams for some epic dragons too!   Artwork is property of CraftyMaelyss do not use without my permission!

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[artificialqueens]

weak (trixie/violet/katya), ch. 2/? - kitty

AN: this chapter is from Violet’s POV! I had a bit of trouble with their narrative voice so hopefully you guys like it <3 as always questions/comments are always appreciated and thanks so much to anyone who left notes on the last chapter!!

chapter summary: There’s a part of them that’s always seeking to please Katya, and Violet hates it, loves it, doesn’t know how to deal with it except through sex and biting comments.

They watch Katya flick Trixie’s ear, and wonders if they’ve fucked too. Wonders if Katya’s as rough with Trixie, if she holds him afterwards, or whether she just leaves the hotel room with a wink.

There’s something very right about seeing Katya and Trixie together. Something that makes Violet feel hollowly alone, yet oddly warm. Violet doesn’t get the warm and fuzzies. They don’t get attached, per se. They love their friends, yeah, in a way that sometimes translates as bitchy. Okay, fair, Violet knows they’re a cunt. It’s their brand (and where’s Fame when you need her, right) and it’s true, as well. Violet’s never been the type to give out false compliments, to try and make people feel better. They’re a survivor, and sometimes that comes at the cost of other people. During drag race, Violet used to wish they were like Katya sometimes. They’ve watched their season, they know that the other girls laughed about them getting picked last and they get it, they do. Violet was a bitch. Is a bitch. But there’s something kind of quietly awful about winning a challenge, the first challenge, which is what everyone came here to do, and being picked last. And there was Katya, the whole time, universally loved for her funniness and her weirdness and her kindness and her honesty. There was Trixie, who managed to balance shade and humour in a way that Violet never could. They’d always envied Trixie, quietly, for being bitchy yet likeable. But that was quiet, the inner Violet (the Jason, really) and they’d kept silent and won challenges and played strategically and learned how to compliment and then they’d fucking won.

 And now, they’re sat on Trixie Mattel’s couch, watching Katya and Trixie bicker like an old married couple.

“I still think we should livestream us watching Contact. Can you imagine the views? The views, Trixie. I could Periscope it!”

“You are literally the only person in the entire world who still uses Periscope.”

“Fuck off whore, Courtney did one last week.”

“It’s Courtney, she can do what she wants”

Violet tunes them out. It’s an odd combination of isolating and pleasant, seeing them together, painfully close and full of love.

In truth, Violet doesn’t know why they chose to come here. In the heat of the moment, on the back of 36 hours of plane flights and who knows how long of touring, Trixie seemed a better option than Katya. They knew Trixie would roll his eyes and let him crash because Trixie was, secretly, a good person. With Katya there was always that expectation, slightly under the surface. Violet remembers the feeling of Katya’s teeth, of her hands everywhere, of her whispering into their ear. You’re being so good, aren’t you. Violet shivers involuntarily at the memory. There’s a part of them that’s always seeking to please Katya, and Violet hates it, loves it, doesn’t know how to deal with it except through sex and biting comments.

They watch Katya flick Trixie’s ear, and wonders if they’ve fucked too. Wonders if Katya’s as rough with Trixie, if she holds him afterwards, or whether she just leaves the hotel room with a wink.

“Whatcha thinkin, Vi?”

 Katya’s looming over them, wide grin on her face but a trace of something else in her eyes.

Violet grins up lazily.

“Just thinking about whether you hold Mattel after sex. He strikes me as the needy type.”

Katya look at them for a second before her eyes widen and she squawks a laugh and hits Violet with a pillow.

Trixie gives them a look from where he’s sat at the table.

“Okay, first off, we all know that I’m the hypothetical big spoon in this dynamic.”

Katya and Violet share a disbelieving look.

“Fuck both of you, get out of my house.”

“I think you’ll find this is actually a condo, Tracy”

“Katya, please take Violet. She’s like the abandoned kitten that follows you home and then destroys your curtains”

“Please, Firkus, I haven’t destroyed anything. Yet”. Violet stands up and stretches, aware of the shirt riding up their stomach, and walks back over to the bedroom. The, they turn around and wink at Trixie. “Maybe your bed, if you’re lucky.” 

Behind them, Violet hears Katya’s answering cackle and smiles. 

****

Whenever Violet and Trixie are together, there’s tension. Violet supposes they could be classed as frenemies. For three years, they’ve been biding their time, waiting for the inevitable hate fuck. Waiting to get Trixie out of their system, waiting to get rid of the uncomfortable itch that plagues them whenever they’re around him. Violet hasn’t quite figured out whether Katya eases or abates that tension. They’re out for lunch together, the three of them. Katya’s talking passionately about her new show, hands flailing everywhere while Trixie watches, butting in occasionally with a suggestion or a criticism. Violet watches Trixie watching Katya, watching the endearment in his eyes, and hates themself, slightly. They see why the two of them are fan favourites (has always known, from season 7, that they would be adored in a way Violet never could be). When they’re together it’s natural and hilarious and joyous. Violet knows they’re not funny like Trixie or Katya. Remembers seeing an interview, once, where Trixie said that Violet was actually funny, and remembers the hot squirmy pleasant feeling it had ignited. Not that Violet would ever admit to watching videos of them. Violet rarely feels alone, on tour. There were always other queens, always Pearl and Fame a text away, always the trade.

Violet didn’t quite know why they text Trixie. Usually it was after the latest boy (Alaska called them race chasers, and to be honest it was pretty accurate) has scurried off with a selfie and a story for reddit. Violet would turn on youtube and watch unhhh. It was stupid and ridiculous and funny and Violet doesn’t have much of a self preservation streak. For some reason, Trixie knowing that they watch his videos doesn’t seem awful. It’s like Violet’s silent message to Trixie that they like him, at least enough to watch his stupid show. And Violet likes to meddle. They never reply to Trixie’s responses, like to imagine him confused and hot and bothered. Especially the mirror selfies. They always want to look their best for Trixie. Violet is choosing not to analyse that any further. But sometimes, there are things that Violet sees that they know Trixie would find funny, or interesting. They send them, because it matters but it also doesn’t. Sometimes they see things for Katya, and send them to Trixie too.

Again, Violet’s not analysing it.

 They tune back in to Katya asking a question.

“So you’ll come, yeah?”

“What?” Violet shakes their head and Katya rolls her eyes in a sort of fond way.

“I’m doing a show tonight. Twitter’ll have a field day if you’re both there.”

“The wife and the mistress in one place,” Trixie snorts quietly into his mug of coffee.

Violet thinks for a moment before letting a slow smirk spread across their face.

“I have a better idea”.

 **** 

Violet can hear Katya talking to the crowd, amping them up. It’s her last number and the audience is electric. There’s nothing quite like the feeling of a really good show, of the audience engaging one hundred percent in what you’re doing. Violet can feel Katya’s high and is buzzing with it. Trixie stands next to them, and Violet gives him the appraising once over. He’d taken some convincing before finally giving in, and Violet is glad. He looks…well, he looks fucking hot, in a business suit with his tie knotted loosely around his throat, top button on done. He has makeup on, enough to be stage ready and he’s sweating lightly. They make eye contact with each other and grin. Katya’s about to bring them on stage.

Katya looks hot too. Katya always looks hot in drag, it makes Violet feel weird sometimes. They remember on tour when sometimes Katya would come into their room in drag and Violet would ask her to keep her makeup and wig on while they rode her. She’s in a red corset and panties and it’s so un-Katya, so different to what she usually wears and it’s turning Violet on, frankly. Particularly as it’s their panties she’s wearing.

“Now, for this last number, I have some special guests.”

The crowd whoops, excitement and anticipation so thick that Violet swears they can feel it like a cloak.

“Don’t get too excited folks, they’re nothing special.” With that, electronic music fills the speakers and Violet steps on stage, swinging their hips to the beat of their own voice. 

I’m a good housewife, I respect and obey.

They’re in a little gingham dress and it’s fucking cute and the crowd recognises them and starts screaming and Violet is ready. They lisynch, dancing slowly and out of the corner of their eye, Trixie walks onto the stage. It’s doing things to Violet as Trixie sits down on a chair in centre stage and spreads his legs. Violet and Katya are both lipsynching and she sees Katya slowly sink into a squat, pulling faces at odds with the sheer sensuality of her pose.

Not wanting to be outdone, Violet stalks over to Trixie, placing their head on his shoulders as if she’s whispering in his ear.

It’s so nice to have a man around the house.

On the lyric, Violet puts their foot on Trixie’s knee, rolling their body. They see Katya slinking towards them.

Dinner’s ready

 Katya sinks down into a split doing her patented pussy pop. The audience is living and Violet smirks and rolls her eyes to herself. Slowly, they swing their legs over Trixie’s and clamber onto his lap. Trixie is looking at them, eyes wide and face twisted into a smirk.

 Bettie needs a spank.

 At this, Trixie grabs their legs and hauls them up in a surprising display of strength. Violet lands on their feet and moves in front of Trixie, bending over to grind their ass into his crotch. They feel, rather than see, Katya move behind Trixie. Violet has no idea what she’s doing but the crowd is so deafening that they can barely hear the music. Violet loves this. This feeling of immortality and energy coursing through them, the feeling of Trixie’s big hand on their hip, the combination of sheer elation and sexual frustration gripping them. They roll their hips again and the song is coming to an end. Breaking out of Trixie’s grip, they lift up their skirt and smack their ass, winking at the audience.

Bettie fades out and Violet turns to see Katya grinning manically and Trixie smirking, arms crossed. A shiver runs through Violet as Trixie turns the smirk toward them.

“Thank you Ms Violet Chachki and Mr Trixie Mattel!”

Katya has to shout over the roars in the small room. Violet is off stage, Trixie right behind. They make it to the dressing room and Trixie collapses on his ass on the floor.

 “Holy shit”

“Right?!” Violet can’t help it, they’re excited and buzzing and actually really fucking horny.

Violet moves to remove their wig, a black pin up style one, when Trixie stops her.

“Leave it on”

“What?”

Violet stares at him in the mirror, but can’t read his gaze. Seconds tick past slowly, and Violet feels like the room is doused in honey, slowing down everything except their heartbeat.

Trixie smiles and slowly approaches until he’s stood behind them, holding their gaze in the mirror.

‘Daddy needs a wank’, he whispers quietly.

Violet’s face cracks, and they give a shout of laughter as Trixie grins as well.

“I hate you.” They hit him and he grins, reaching across to grab a makeup wipe and Violet’s stomach rolls hotly, their face still flushed.

“Trixie, I-”

Trixie turns to them, wiping off the stage makeup. The tension in the room from moments ago is back and Violet falters, wonders if this is where they kiss Trixie, where Trixie rejects them, where they never text him again. Trixe makes an aborted movement, as if to reach for – something.

“Shit!” Katya barges in, yanking off her heels, and Trixie and Violet jump backwards. Violet feels like they’ve been caught, but doing what they’re not quite sure.

Katya glances between the two of them and Violet prays she’ll ignore it, prays she’ll say something funny and then they can all go home and Violet will sleep on Trixie’s couch and pretend none of this ever happened.

Instead, Katya walks towards them – slinks, really, if Violet’s being honest.

They stand in a triangle, Katya’s eyes flicking between them. They look ridiculous, Trixie with his makeup off in a suit and Violet dressed like a housewife, Katya oddly dominating in her lingerie. Trixie looks like he wants to say something and suddenly, acutely, Violet doesn’t think they can bear it if it’s a joke.

Slowly, Katya grins.

“Fucking finally. Let’s go.”

“Where?” Trixie’s voice sounds strained.

Katya grins even wider. 

“Home.”

#trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #violet chachki #kitty #hurt/comfort #insecurity #rpdr fanfiction #submission #weak #poly #canon compliant #katya x trixie x violet

[imaginesanonymous]

I’m Still Hotter Than You

Request: ooooooooh your doing Markiplier. How about one where reader, Mark, Bob and Wade reach a donation goal and the reward is you have to let the other three shave you completely bald live, on camera, with millions of people watching. While it's happening the readers incredibly sarcastic. Happy ending plz:)

a/n- Someone take away my laptop i should not be allowed to write. I didn’t realize how often I change the tense until proofreading this. Also, yes I did mean to write sweaty and not sweetie. Also-

me: I prefer requests that get at least a little specific. It helps me know where to take things

[receives a decently specific request]

me: ya im gonna completely deviate from what they want bc I don’t know what to do

????

The four of you sat on a long couch in front of the camera set up, composing yourselves before the introduction. Mark gave you guys a countdown from three before launching right in.

“Hello, everybody! For today’s donation livestream, I’m joined by Bob, Wade, and y/n!”

“Hey, guys!” Bob waves.

“Yooo!” you bounce up and down in your seat a few times.

“What’s up?!” Wade calls.

“Our goal today is $30,000, and if we reach that goal,” Mark gives you a devious smile, “Bob, Wade, and I are gonna shave all of y/n’s hair off!”

The three in question whoop, excitedly. You purse your lips in mock annoyance, pretending to clean your nails.

“I’ll still look better than all three of you combined when I’m bald,” you toss your hair dramatically. 

“Yeah, well that’s not hard because we’re already ugly so jokes on you,” Bob points his finger at you.

“Maybe we should give her a Mohawk, instead,” Wade raises his eyebrows at you.

You stick your tongue out in response.

“Alright, alright! Let’s get on with the liveshow!” Mark says. “Tweet us your ideas now!”

Throughout the night, Mark’s fans have you guys doing a whole manner of things that range from dramatic renditions of Titanic where Wade is Jack and Bob is Rose to having the four of you play Twister. The donations come in steadily, and you take charge of announcing the milestones. 

“$1,000! If you want to see my bald, you’d better learn how to hack Donald Trump’s bank account!”

“$5,000! You’re a sixth of the way there! Rob a bank if you have to!”

“Y/n-”

“Don’t rob a bank unless you’re taking the money from your own account to give to charity!” you amended.

“$10,000! We’re getting there!”

“$20,000! Please stop. I don’t want to lose my hair…”

Finally, the moment you were dreading. “$30,000! I know this is going to charity and everything but why did you people do this to me?” you asked the viewers, exasperated. You glance over your shoulder to see that Mark had pulled out the electric razor. You gulp as it buzzes to life.

“Hey, we made it this far, why not extend it to $50,000?” you suggested.

Your friends laughed.

“You’re not getting out of this one, y/n” Bob shook his head.

You sighed. “Fine. At least I’ll still have more hair than Wade!”

“Hey!” he pouted, rubbing his hand over his hair.

You shrugged. “Sorry, sweaty. I call it how it is.”

Mark finally rejoined you guys, having found an extension cord long enough to reach you. Bob put down a tarp and Wade put a metal folding chair in the center.

"Ah! My throne!” you hop up from your place on the couch and dramatically saunter toward your new seat, sitting down as gracefully as possible. “Am I Emma Blackery yet?”

The guys chuckled as they all joined you center stage, standing behind you in a loose half circle.

“Well,” Mark says, directly behind you, “I call dibs on going first!”

Bob and Wade both chime in, trying to argue that you don’t just call dibs on shaving someone’s hair off and that they wanted to go first. You watched them squabble for a few minutes before turning back to the camera like you were on the office. You did your best to channel your inner Jim Halpert, hoping to see some funny gifs of yourself later. 

Finally, they agree to do rock paper scissors and lo and behold, Mark ends up winning.

“Wow, what a great use of our airtime,” you mock, flipping your hair out of your face.

“Let’s make up for lost time!” Mark says, flipping on the razor.

You brace yourself, giving the camera a thumbs up. “Next time you see me, I’ll look like Patrick Stewart!”

And with that, Mark begins. He starts with a stripe on the very top of your head, proclaiming it to be a “reverse Mohawk”. You call it a crime against fashion.

“Oh, I’ll show you a crime against fashion.”

“Oh, crap. I’ve really done it now,” you grimace.

Mark shaves stripes of hair so that you had several rows of hair separated by bald patches.

“Mark, consider this my two week notice to our friendship,” you tell him, checking your new look in your phones camera.

He passes the razor to Bob before crossing his arms. “Well, for the record, I think you look great.” 

Before you can respond, Wade starts the next round of shaving. He shaves what was left on the top of your head so you all you have left was about two stripes of hair on either side of you head.

“I hate you all,” you huff as your friends laugh their asses off.

 Finally, Wade steps up to finish the job.

“Pull the trigger, Piglet,” you memed.

It only took a few seconds before the rest of your hair was on the floor forming a halo around your chair. You wiped the stray hairs off your shirt and took the mirror Mark hands you.

“Well, what do you think?” Mark asks.

"I’m still hotter than you.”

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