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ish-scribbles · 3 years

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"They’re prolly going to end up marrying each other"

You and Ushiwaka have been friends ever since you were kids and you both are volleyball players as well. This year, you are a new admission in Shiratorizawa so,,,Ushijima shows you around. Much to the team’s suprise you both seem much more than friends but it's a pity that the only people oblivious to that fact is you two.

Pairing: Ushijima Wakatoshi x Reader

Word Count: 2.5k

Warnings: Soft Ushiwaka, lolol

"A Girl? You can't be serious!" The whole volleyball team of Shiratorizawa couldn't believe what they just heard.

"Guys, I'm not kidding. A REAL GIRL, REAL CUTE, WAS WALKING AROUND THE CAMPUS WITH USHIJIMA-SAN AND THAT'S NOT ALL. When I was in the cafeteria I SAW HER LEANING ON USHIJIMA' S SHOULDER, AND SHE SEEMED ASLEEP(?) WHILE HE CONTINUED EATING HIS FOOD LIKE IT WAS NOTHING" continues the still shocked Goshiki ''Decent in studies, one of the top volleyball aces in the nation and now a girlfriend, is there anything he can't do?!!'' He mumbles to himself.

When Goshiki told the whole team that Ushijima was roaming around the campus with a girl, it was only natural for the team to be in utter shock, considering the type of reserved guy Ushijima usually is. Even Tendou was unaware about your existence, but the way Goshiki was describing you both made it seem that you both relatively affectionate.

The sound of the gym door opening silenced the current discussion and that's when the whole team Ushijima entering with a girl on his side through the gym doors together.

"Wakatoshi, When you told me it'll only be a small walk around campus, YOU SHOULD'VE MENTIONED THAT YOU WERE GOING TO GIVE ME THE WHOLE TOUR OF YOUR GINORMOUS SCHOOL WHICH I CAN ONLY PRESUME WOULD COVER AN ENTIRE DISTRICT" You complained while facing him and walking backwards on your toes trying to put on the most intimidating face you could to show how seriously frusfrated you were.

"I once again apologize, Y/N, I should've asked you to skip your before-school training for the day. I will surely make up for it later, perhaps...a little detour to the ice-cream shop after school might help?" He offered

"It might" you pouted.

The whole team was stunned watching this scene play in front of their own very eyes. The stoic captain of Shiratorizawa, One of the top 3 aces of the country, was being told off by a girl half a foot smaller than him AND HE WAS ACTUALLY APOLOGIZING? Also not to forget...both of you were also on first name basis? Nothing made sense anymore. After a small pause Tendou was the first to break the silence.

"Oya oya, now lookie at what do we have here? Wakatoshi-kun~ You know it would be real rude of you to not introduce your friend to us, right?"

"Oh but of course, I would like all of you to meet L/N Y/N, she is actually going to join our school through sports scholarship for volleyball itself. She is also my neighbour from back home and the closest thing to a best friend I had, ever since when I was a child" Ushijima replies to which Tendou reacts with an "ouch" and an over exaggerated act of heartbreak with his hand on his chest at the fact that Ushiwaka never openly admited Tendou to be his best friend like this.

To which you laugh "You must be Tendou, right? ‘The Miracle Boy!’ if i remeber correctly" YOU smile "Wakatoshi actually talks a lot about his team and especially you! So don't worry, if we’re talking about how close we are to the spiker boy over here, we're probably at the same level, he just won’t admit it" to which Tendou replies "You know what, I think I kinda ike you, new girl. You’re gonna fit in just fine" to which you flash a cheeky smile and a thumb up what a dork.

Your conversation was cut short when Coach Washijo enters the gym and everyone in the team as well as you gave a respectable bow and an energetic ‘Good Afternoon’ and after acknowledging the greetings the old coach finally notices you.

‘‘Ah yes, you must be Y/N-chan. I've heard great things about you from Wakatoshi-kun, I'm glad that you joined the academy. I look forward to see your performance in the Girl's Team.‘‘

"I am very grateful for the opportunity, Coach" You say while giving a sincere bow.

"Although...the girls team are out for a practice match against Aoba Johsai's Girls Team, so you can practice with the boys today." Then he looks away to face the team "I have to attend a staff meeting today so the team managers will conduct today's practice and write a thorough report. So whomever is found slack off during the practice will recieve extra laps and 200 jump serves as penalty tomorrow morning. As for the match Y/N-chan and Wakatoshi-kun you both can divide the teams as per convenience, that is all for today".

They team was surprised to say the least. Coach never let anyone play against Ushiwaka unless he knew the other person could atleast withstand the power of Ushiwaka's Spike so it wouldn't cause any unintentional injury and from the looks of it you didn't seem to be very immune to that fact since you weren't exactly very muscular or buff. You were even somewhat tiny when compared to the rest of the team and yet Coach Washijo was confident enough to put you against Ushiwaka himself.

You got paired up with Tendou, Semi, Taichi, Goshiki and a few others when you divided teams amongst the players present.

"So Y/N-chan~ What position do you play exactly?" Tendou asked.

"Oh I didn’t tell you guys yet? I’m a Wing Spiker" You reply.

"Oh Really?! Little miss Y/N here spikes?" Tendou teases while making all sorts of gestures indicating how small compared to him you were.

"Cut it out, you idiot" Semi interjected with a slight smack to his head.

"If Ushijima-san has a good opinion about Y/N-san's ability, I wouldn’t doubt her considering how rarely he acknowledges another player’s skills" says Goshiki while internally thinking why can’t he ever get Ushiwaka's approval too.

"Wanna bet who scores the most points, Guess Monster?" You challenge Tendou with an smirk on your face.

"Oh my! Little miss Y/N is so daring~You got yourself a deal!" Tendou said excitedly.

The refree’s whistle blew and the match began. Ushiwaka’s team started with a serve which was recieved by your team and the ball was in the air. Semi recieved the ball and tossed it in the air as a set, but that set turned out to be sloppy because when he and the team were supposed to do warm ups and stretching, they were instead busy talking about you and Ushiwaka. The ball was set a little too high and far away for Tendou to hit and Goshiki was positioned in the back, so everyone expected it to be a lost cause and didn’t run after it, the other team relaxed as well. But then an unexpected tiny figure rushed between Semi and Tendou and jumped almost more than half their height and spiked the ball hard into Ushiwaka’s court, while everyone was still processing what just happened in what just felt like a split second. The refree’s whistle rang, evident of the point you just scored.

" Getting sloppy are we now, Miracle Boy?" You teased to which Tendou replied with his sticking his tongue out ‘’I’m just getting started, don’t get cocky’’ and when no one was noticing a small smile crept up on Ushiwaka’s face while the rest of them were plain frozen in their places still processing how were you able to perfect a shot with a set like that. The set was obviously bad and the chances of hitting it was very low but somehow you managed to fix your placement, jump about 3 feet high and spike the ball with crazy accuracy and with power what can only be assumed second to Ushiwaka himself!! All in just a split second.

During the match, you hit a lot of spikes and so did Tendou but the gap between the number of his spikes and yours just kept getting wider while the score of your team and Ushiwaka’s team was almost tied most of the time, no one had the clear lead the whole match, and no one was ready to back down from the other.

At set point, when you were positioned in the back it was your time to serve and you managed to serve a decent ball which almost scored another point if it wasn’t for their libero’s last minute recieve. The libero passed the ball to their setter, Shirabu who set the ball for Ushiwaka who then spiked the ball aimed at the corner of your court but before the ball hit the ground you whooshed in the last minute and managed to recieve the ball perfectly and then Semi and Tendou were able to score the last point which made your team win the practice match. When the refree whistle indicating your win, all your team mates started walking towards the benches, the managers started passing towels and water bottles but you on the other hand, started to walk towards Ushijima furiously.

‘‘That last shot. You intentionally hit the last spike slow and nearer to me so I can recieve it easily, didn’t you?!‘‘ You spat while slightly panting

‘‘You caught up on that?‘‘ Ushijima said while looking slightly sideways in order to avoid eye contact.

‘‘Why would you do that anyways, you don’t think I’m capable enough to take you head-on big guy?‘‘ You were furious. You might not be as tall and as poised as Ushijima but you weren’t bad either, you practiced a lot to perfect your techniques and when Ushijima deliberately was lazying his game, ofcourse that would make you mad.

Watching this a million thoughts came to the team’s head

Goshiki: This was a SLOWED shot?And that was an EASY recieve? Can they just adopt me already-

Semi: How did she recieve that ball that easily and wait- how would she know, if this was slowed and not a regular shot, how close are they exactly?

Shirabu: Even a spike like that has like a 95% success rate and she’s still not happy?She’s crazy,,,but in a good way I suppose?

Tendou: It’s like watching a little puppy trying to intimidate a Wolf and I bet she doesn’t even realizes it, how cute~

‘‘There’s no point of playing if you keep giving me half-assed shots like that, If you don’t want to practice with me anymore, just say it and I’ll go‘‘

‘‘No no Y/N, you’re getting me all wrong, please give me a chance to explain” Ushijima had genuine worry in his eyes when he said this he had a slight change of pitch in his voice ‘‘It’s true I intentionally slowed down the last spike but that wasn’t because I doubt you, It was because I know you like to give it your all, even in a practice games but the game wasn’t fair in the first place. You had gone through your morning training, then you had to attend school and then a whole tour of the campus, So it was obvious that you were already tired even if you weren’t showing it, I’m sorry but I couldn’t help but notice it when you runs were slower, spikes were less accurate than usual and I just couldn’t bear to see it anymore so I thought that it would help to finish the game early‘‘

It was true, you were already exhausted after all you went through during the day but it never showed on your face and the team didn’t realised it either, Still a phrase resounded in their heads ‘runs were slower and the spikes were less accurate than usual’ What kind of a monster was hidden inside your tiny frame?!

‘‘Listen Wakatoshi, I appreciate your concern but I don’t liked to be babied around like that, You can be upfront about it and I would’ve been mature about it‘‘ you said.

‘‘Then it’s my mistake I assumed you would just chase after me trying to beat me up‘‘ Ushiwaka replied genuinly thinking he was wrong.

‘‘DAMN RIGHT I WOULD HAVE, NEVER DOUBT ME EVER AGAIN OR IT WOULD BE THE LAST TIME YOU DO USHIJIMA WAKATOSHI‘‘ You screamed out to which Ushijima replied with an instant ‘’Yes ma’am‘’

‘‘Now that we have sorted that out, after a change of clothes let’s go out and eat some Hayashi Rice‘‘ You spoke to which Ushiwaka replied ‘’Certainly’’.

After the practice you changed into a normal t-shirt and shorts and after reaching the bench just outside the gym you realised that you changed faster than Ushijima, so you decided to sit and wait for him. While you were waiting you felt your calf muscles aching after the whole day of running and jumping,,,and since you already had the disadvantage of being smaller than the rest of the guys you were playing with, you had to run and jump extra.

Ushijima and the rest of the team came out after changing and were walking in your direction at a distance, and while the rest of the team were talking amongst themselves he from afar saw you slightly massaging your sore calfs, he already knew that you today would’ve been a toll on you body.

‘‘Ready to go?‘‘ You ask when Ushijima finally reached you, to which he gave a nod and then he picked up your bag and hung it over his chest to which you said

‘‘Wait what are you doin-’’

‘‘I noticed you still seem to be tired and I still feel guilty about the tour, so it’s the least I can do’’

"Is that so?" You said with a childish look and a cheeky smile on your face ‘"Then you can’t expect me to walk all the way over till we reach the restaurant' you gave him your puppy eyes look and without another word he got on one knee while you walked and stood over him with a stupid "yay" and then wrapped your arms around his neck while nuzzling your face into his broad shoulders with a stupid smile while he got a hold of your legs and finally stood up.

The whole team were frozen at their spots internally cursing both of you on either how single you both made them feel or how oblivious can you be. He then looked towards Tendou and spoke "Tendou, I’ll be a little late than usual, so you can lock the dorm room door if you decide to sleep early, I have my spare key along with me" to which Tendou just said "Oh okay" strangely being less talkative than usual.

After that Ushiwaka just started walking towards the restaurant with you Piggybacking on him like it was nothing while the discussion amongst the team about you two continued.

"They DO realise that THAT is not how people who are 'just friends' act, right?" Goshiki says still shocked.

‘‘I wouldn’t be so sure about that‘‘ Shirabu replied.

‘‘It’s so scary how oblivios Ushijima usually is but in matters like this he couldn’t get any dumber‘‘ Semi continues.

‘‘Who wants to bet against me that they won’t end up together?‘‘ Tendou speaks up with one of his arm in the air and one eye closed while the other looked around to see the people around him.

"Are you kidding, who’s stupid enough to take you up on that bet" Semi replies "Weren’t you here the whole practice? They’re prolly going to end up marrying each other’’.

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mellometal · 3 years

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Is it time to tear ANOTHER Dhar Mann video to shreds? YOU BET.

I've been sitting on this one for a bit because I wanted to make sure I talk about this tactfully. The subject of parents abandoning their disabled children is a very touchy one.

Parents abandoning their disabled children simply for being disabled is way too common. Like, I understand that not everyone has the resources to care for a disabled child (which is why you reach out for help, and why people like me, who work with disabled people, exist), but it doesn't mean you just walk out of their life. There are exceptions, like if you truly didn't want children or something like that, but just flat-out walking out of your kid's life BECAUSE they're disabled is fucked up.

I know someone personally whose biological mother abandoned her when she was born. Why? Because she's disabled. Physically, and mentally, to a point. I work with this woman on a daily basis. I don't really know WHY exactly her biological mother abandoned her, but I do know that her being disabled was part of it. It's sad. It doesn't affect her, thankfully. I'm happy that she's got her biological dad, her brother, and another maternal figure in her life, at least.

ANYWAYS. Before we get to the topic at hand, I need to put an obligatory trigger warning, like I do with EVERY Dhar Mann post:

This post will be talking about parents abandoning their disabled children simply for being disabled, treating disabilities like they're tragedies (in this case, we're talking about autism...again), divorce, and some SPICY ableist bullshit from an allistic (nonautistic) PIECE OF SHIT.

If any of this triggers you or makes you uncomfortable in any way, you don't have to read this post. This isn't worth putting yourself in a bad state mentally. I would never ask for any of you to put yourselves in that position all for a post. Put your mental health and well-being first. Consume media that sparks joy for you.

As far as my response goes, it's definitely more calm than normal. Funny....since this video is about autism spectrum disorder again. (Third time's the charm, huh, Dhar Mann? NOT.)

LET'S FUCKING GET IT.

The video starts off with these two parents (Gwen and Allen) in a psychologist's office. The psychologist tells the parents that their son (Chance) is autistic, and she tries to explain what autism is to the parents, but Allen cuts her off. Why? Because he teaches at a prestigious university, so he AUTOMATICALLY knows what autism is from that fact alone.

Um, excuse me? Just because you're a teacher at a prestigious university, it doesn't mean you're an expert in everything. It doesn't make you an expert in ASD or anything like that. Unless you SPECIALIZE in that area. Even then, shut the fuck up. The people who know about being autistic are AUTISTIC PEOPLE THEMSELVES! SHOCKER.

Hey, Dhar Mann! QUIT WITH THE VIDEOS ABOUT AUTISTIC LITTLE WHITE BOYS AND YOUNG WHITE AUTISTIC CISHET MEN! I'M SICK AND TIRED OF IT. It's annoying, ignorant, and it feels like you're doing this on purpose at this point to piss people off. If you're so uninformed about autism in women and girls, FUCKING ASK AUTISTIC WOMEN AND GIRLS! DO BETTER RESEARCH THAT DOESN'T INVOLVE AUTISM SPEAKS. The Autism Self Advocacy Network (ASAN) and the Autistic Women and Nonbinary People Network (AWN) are great organizations to go to for any kind of research on ASD in women and girls. STOP GOING OFF OF THE BRAINS OF AUTISTIC WHITE BOYS AND AUTISTIC WHITE MEN.

I don't feel I need to go too deep into the fact that autistic women, autistic girls, autistic nonbinary people, autistic BIPOC, autistic AAPI, autistic LGBT people, autistic teenagers, and autistic adults exist. Y'all already know.

Gwen asks the psychologist if that means Chance isn't healthy. (I understand not knowing about autism, but don't treat it like it's a terminal illness. Please.) The psychologist tells her that Chance is fine, but he just learns differently and might need more support compared to his peers.

Yeah, autism can affect how you learn about certain things (limited and repetitive patterns), but there are other disabilities that can affect learning as well. Like how dyslexia can affect your ability to read, dyspraxia can affect your ability to do math, and Attention Deficit Hyperactivity Disorder (ADHD) can affect your ability to focus or on impulse control. Autism affects how your brain is developed, it affects you socially, behaviorally, and how you communicate.

Allen is upset, says that he can't have a son "with a learning disability" (ASD is a neurological disability, not necessarily a learning disability), and treats Chance like he's stupid for being autistic. Gwen tells her husband that autism doesn't make you any less intelligent, WHICH IS SO FUCKING TRUE. ABSOLUTE FACTS. I was totally with her until she began that little monologue with "Just because a person HAS autism". SAY "JUST BECAUSE A PERSON'S AUTISTIC" INSTEAD! IT'S NOT HARD. PERSON FIRST LANGUAGE ISN'T WHAT EVERY DISABLED PERSON PREFERS. Allen says that "they could have another kid" and "put Chance up for adoption". Gwen obviously wasn't down with that. Allen gives his wife an ultimatum that it's either HIM or their son Chance. Gwen says that she can't choose between the two, but she will stand by her autistic son. Allen gets up and leaves the office, saying he wants a divorce.

Years pass by, Gwen is single and taking care of her autistic son Chance, and Allen has a new life with a ✨perfect son✨ (Samuel). He never mentions the son HE abandoned (Chance). He's completely forgotten about Gwen and Chance. (YOU OWE SO MUCH CHILD SUPPORT, ALLEN.)

Hey, Allen, how much do you wanna bet that your ✨perfect son✨ Samuel is autistic too?

There's the SATs, they're announcing a winner, and guess who it is? IT'S OBVIOUSLY CHANCE, OF COURSE. He's got the highest score in the country, with Samuel in second place. Allen is PISSED.

Chance gives a speech about how his mom really helped him, he struggled with autism, how Allen LITERALLY ABANDONED HIM, and THE CROWD GOES FUCKING WILD. Samuel, instead of being a sore loser, APPLAUDS FOR CHANCE. Stay humble, Sam.

My thoughts on the video? If you cannot tell by my tone throughout this post, IT WAS DOG SHIT. This video was insensitive to the true reality of parents abandoning their disabled children just because they're disabled. What do I expect from Dhar Mann at this point?

Here's my response to his video below. Don't worry, I will fully type out my response soon for anyone who cannot read the screenshots easily. It's a lot easier for me to do that on the desktop site than it is for me to do it on my phone.

For anyone who can’t read my response, I’m typing it out for you. Like I said, it’s easier for me to type it out on the desktop site than it is for me to type it out on my phone. It’s a real royal pain in the ass. But because I’m trying to make my posts easier to read for people, I’m doing this anyway. /lighthearted

First, second, and third screenshots (broken up into paragraphs):

Hey, listen, I appreciate the message you’re trying to go for, but can you please stop putting autistic people into a box? Can you stop treating being autistic like it’s a tragedy? Not every single autistic person is a little white boy in elementary school who’s considered “wild and unruly” or “super quiet and makes no friends”, nor are they a young white cishet man who’s a super genius or is how Chris Chan was before she came out as trans. (For anyone who doesn’t know about Chris Chan, there are many documentaries people have made on YouTube, and I highly recommend Geno Samuel’s docuseries, if you’re really interested in learning about Chris Chan.)

Autistic women, girls, nonbinary people, BIPOC, APPI, LGBT people, teenagers, and adults all exist too.

It’s very apparent now that you get your resources from Autism $peaks, a hate group that spends the vast majority of their money on funding eugenics instead of helping autistic people like they claim, claims that only little white boys and young white cishet men are autistic and ignores all other autistic people who don’t fit that description, have no autistic people on their leader board or on any board for that matter, have members who have actually fantasized about k1lling their autistic children, treat autism like it’s a tragedy or a disease someone can catch (completely false), act like autism should be cured (there is no cure, and ABA therapy is a total shit show in itself), and treats autistic people like they’re broken and need to be fixed. Also, not every autistic person is a Super Genius(tm). That’s so demeaning to autistic people who aren’t seen as intelligent in any way. I’m autistic and seen as smart; however, there are subjects I’m stronger in than others.

If you can’t handle the possibility of having autistic children, or just disabled children in general, DON’T HAVE CHILDREN. If you can’t handle working with or alongside disabled people, including autistic people, maybe find a different profession. Even if you do that, you’ll never get away from disabled people. Disabled people aren’t a disease. We’re human beings just like neurotypical and able-bodied people.

Fourth and fifth screenshots (broken up into paragraphs):

I would highly suggest getting resources from reputable organizations for ASD, such as the Autism Self Advocacy Network (ASAN) and the Autistic Women and Nonbinary People Network (AWN). Talk to any autistic person who isn’t a little white boy or a young white cishet man.

Instead of using the puzzle piece, which is a symbol that many autistic people, myself included, are offended by (because of Autism $peaks and other organizations before them using it, plus it symbolizes that only autistic children exist and that we’re “missing a piece” like we’re broken), use the rainbow infinity sign (for all neurodivergent people) or the red and gold infinity sign (just for autistic people). Instead of “lighting it up blue”, light it up red or gold. Do both if you want.

I’m actually really sick and tired of seeing just autistic little white boys and young autistic white cishet men being represented in the media, and y’all manage to fuck that up too.

Before anyone mentions Sia’s movie “Music”, that’s also very poor representation of autistic girls. Besides, the actress who played the autistic girl isn’t even autistic. She MOCKED autistic people. I know she’s a kid, but that’s still super fucked up. I hope she’s able to turn that around.

If anyone would like to discuss this topic with me or ask any questions, feel free to. I’ll answer as best as I can. Thank you and have a good night.

Before I get attacked for mentioning Chris Chan in my response, I bring up Chris Chan because allistic people think that every autistic person is like her (especially before she came out as trans). That person is part of why I wasn't open about being autistic or talking about my diagnosis until this year. I didn't want to be grouped up with Chris Chan because I do have very similar interests to her, I've been seen as cringey for having said interests, and just the way Chris treated autistic people who were formerly diagnosed with A$p3rg3r$ $yndr0m3 (like I was) really made me feel even more alienated.

Also, S1a supports A$ (Autism $p3aks). She's not a very good person to support. Some of her music is good, but her as a person....no. Her movie "Music" was gross, from what I've read about it and seen pictures of.

If you've read this far, thank you so much!

#mello speaks #dhar mann #dhar mann talk #dhar mann will live to regret his decision to make these fucked up cringe videos #dhar mann will live to regret his decision uwu #dhar mann is a piece of human garbage #please stop supporting dhar mann #autism isn't a tragedy #we need better representation for autistic people who aren't little white boys or young white cishet men #dhar mann is a cringe ass nae nae baby #tw abandonment #tw ableism #cw sia mention #cw chris chan mention #tw dhar mann

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buckyswheezes · 3 years

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Perfectly Fine (Pt. 3)

Premise: “You know why I don’t like you? It’s because you’re a natural. You’re naturally kind, naturally good-looking; you can wear trash bags and still look perfectly fine. You’re naturally intelligent and excellent in everything you do. It’s like you naturally get what you want, you don’t have to work hard for it. You don’t have to pretend because people naturally like you.”

Or Bucky found out that the new oh-so-perfect Junior Accountant of Stark Industries isn’t as perfect as everyone thinks.

Part 1 Part 2

You tried to keep a straight gaze, struggled to keep on sipping the cup of coffee in your hand, and struggled to focus panoramic view of the skyscrapers in the early morning. When James arrived early this morning - carrying with him two cups of coffee- he went straight to your work station and dragged your ass here.

Now you sat beside him on a bench on the Stark Industries rooftop. He said it’s time for one of your dates. One of your fucking dates. Jesus H. Christ!

You couldn’t take it anymore. You glared at him. “Stop it!”

“Stop what?”

“Stop staring at me! You’re creeping me out!” You hissed.

See, this was the reason why, even though he’s your boss, you avoid him as much as you can. The way he looks at you is unnerving. It was like he could see past you -even before the whole fiasco last Saturday morning. It was as if James could see past your pretenses. And you didn’t like it.

“Let’s just get this over with. Why drag me here, peasant? I have a lot of work to do.”

You agreed to date James, but it doesn’t mean that you’re going to act friendly and amiable because, after all, he knows about this side of yours, so there’s really no point in pretending when you’re with him.

“I told you I like you, so I want to know you more, the real you, that is.” He answered.

“Fine, you wanna know the real me. I’ll tell you that the real me hates taking a bath or shower. How about that?”

James choked on his coffee. “Excuse me?”

Where you got the courage to spew that out, you didn’t know but telling James one of your darkest secrets made you blush. Still, it didn’t stop you from talking.

“I could go for weeks without taking a bath, I used to do that when I was still studying, and it gets worse when vacation starts. Now, if I don’t have to go to work, then you bet I’m not stepping in the shower.”

You looked away from him, pinning your gaze at the sky above. And continued.

“I wear boots because I have wide and veiny feet, plus I hate pedicures cause I’m ticklish.”

Damn it all. You cursed in your head. You can visualize James’ disgusted face. You knew he’d be. Who wouldn’t? You mustered what courage you have left and sneaked a peek at him. The asshole was grinning like a Cheshire cat.

“So you hate baths and have big feet. What else?”

You narrowed your eyes at him, annoyed. “I drool when I sleep, and I sleep talk. Well, my father said so.”

James remained silent and took a sip of his coffee.

“You think I’m joking, don’t you?”

“Of course not.” He retorted indignantly.

You sighed then stood up. You’re done for today. You can’t take any more of him and his attention. “I have work to do.” You stated and walked away from him. You swore that if anyone ever found out about the things you shared with him, you were gonna kill him.

——

Several weeks later, Wanda, the company’s bookkeeper, sauntered over your workstation and tapped your shoulder.

“Hey, what’s up?” You asked.

“Are you and Bucky dating?”

You nearly fell off the swivel chair. You flashed her your best I’m innocent look. “What, where did you hear that?”

“Don’t deny it, I saw you two this morning; he gave you a ride. Plus, you always have lunch together. The whole department’s talking, you know. So, what’s the real score?” Wanda wriggled her eyebrows.

You chuckled and mentally slapped yourself. Damn, even your laugh sounded so fake.

Wanda stook akimbo. “Don’t think you can brush it off with your charming laugh. Come on, spill the tea.”

The tea? He’s blackmailing me with an ugly picture of mine because he wants to date me.

Your brain screamed, but you can’t really tell her that can you? The said picture -disheveled hair, baggy shirt, drool on your chin, and booger in your eyes- flashed in your mind, and your breath hitched.

Over my dead, sexy body, would I ever let them see that.

“Why don’t you ask James?” You suggested as you put on your most charmingly shy smile.

There’s no freaking way in hell, heaven, or earth that you’re going to tell her that you and James are indeed dating. What if the asshole denies it? Then you’ll look as if you’re desperately after that guy.

YOU? Desperate over a guy? The beautiful, kind, polite, well-mannered, and mature you desperate for a guy?

Thanks, but not a chance.

But you saw that Wanda wasn’t gonna let you off until you tell her the truth, so you changed tactics.

“Umm, Wanda, didn’t you say you have a three-day seminar in DC or something? What about William? Have you found a babysitter yet?”

You sighed in relief when you saw that Wanda immediately forgot about the dating thing. She furrowed her brows, worried at the mention of her 4-year-old son. Her husband, Vision, died two years ago. Now she’s left raising their son alone.

“Yeah, about that. Maybe I shouldn’t go. I don’t think I could be apart from him for three days. My brother also has things to do, so I can’t leave Will with him.”

“What, no!” You stood and placed a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “You should go. It’s for your career. Don’t worry about William, he can stay with me while you’re away. I’ll look after him.”

You offered. You may be unhygienic and foul-mouthed, but you’ve always had a soft spot for kids. You would like to believe that there’s still good in you.

Wanda looked at you, grateful. “Really? You’ll look after him for me?”

“Of course! Anything for my pretty friend!”

“You’re really the best.”

You two were giggling and chatting when Wanda’s said brother came into the picture.

“What did I miss?” He casually asked.

Part 4

author's note: not exactly sure where I'm going with this story, I'm just throwing out all these ideas out. I hope you stay with me til' the end. Thanks for reading!

#bucky barnes #bucky #bucky fanfic #bucky x you #bucky barnes x you #bucky x reader #bucky barnes x reader #james buchanan barnes

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motherofcrayons · 3 years

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First of all, I think Marvel has cracked the recipe of a good superhero movie, coz they’ve been topping everything that they made again and again.

Shang Chi has everything, full packed action, amazing hand to hand combat, jaw dropping CGI, emotional conflict (guess what, I cried when Shang Chi talked about his mom and when he wanted to kill his Dad— I’m a softie I know), and just a proper amount of humor (this is where Katy and her quirkiness comes in).

Story-wise, it’s pretty standard, to be a superhero, you’ve got to have some tragic backstory, it would be much better if you’re a descendant of some gods (Shang Chi’s Dad is an immortal and his Mom has Dragon blood—I think), but the way the story was told; back and forth between present day and childhood flashback, ohhh it’s well executed!

Action-wise has A WHOLE NEW LEVEL of badassery. It’s not typical of phew phew blast here blast there kind of badass, it’s hand to hand combat kind of BAMF ladies and gentlemen, it’s a fucking dragon riding badass kind of baddassery, I couldn’t stop geeking about how Xialing riding that dragon, if turned me on omg!!! She was soooooooo badass (I’m sorry Natasha, I have a new girl crush, soooo gonna write thousands of fanfic about Xialing).

— omg imagine writing fanfic about Xialing!! Tragic past, tsundere kind of persona, super BAMF, and I’m 100% sure she’s gay and a dom so fandom love this kind of character. woowww this is a delicious recipe for fanfic my friend—

Ok enough intermezzo, back to the movie review…

Music. So I usually didn’t really care about score in a movie but in this one…. Ohhhhh it matters, it DOES MATTER!!! So the music really brings the whole one to one battle in the beginning between Shang chi’s mom and Dad to another level, the way the leaf moved by the wind, the musiiiccc, the slow mo, OMG I bet they’re perfecting this scene or reviewing it for millions of time because of everything about it is so perfect!!! I didn’t know fighting in slow mo with your love interest could be this erotic, *gulp, swallowing dry air* and the song selection was soooo good!!! I also love the fact that Shang Chi and Katy go to Karaoke often because HELL YEAH that’s what we Asians doooo!!! Hail Asian stereotype supremacy!!!

Casting and Acting: First of all, I’ve been a fan of Simu Liu since I saw him in Kim’s convenient, I know how much he struggled in the past so I’m soooooo happy he got this role, and oh I wish he would never change from his quirky-humble character. And oh yeah, he kicked ass!!!

Then there is Awkwafina, Tony Leung and Michelle Yeoh, which are pretty well known already (for us asian people at least), but let me tell you who stole my heart… (I think I made it pretty clear), YES THE MOTHERFUCKING DRAGON RIDER, XIALING!!!!! My ovary screamed the moment I saw her riding that Dragon omg I can’t even!!!!!!! (Xialing, please ride me too.)

Xia ling please marry me!!!!!!

From the moment she showed up, she was already channeling female badass supremacy— that line, “since my Dad didn’t allow me in his empire, I built my own.” FUCK YEAH, Xialing, that’s what I’m talking about! (Fuck your Dad! No, no, fuck me instead XD) And in the second post credit scene, just look at the way she sits, if that doesn’t screen queen badass I don’t know what does.

Now let’s talk Shang Chi as a character. I love his Character. He’s a good man, but not Steve Rogers kind of good, he killed a man out of vengeance, which still made him a human, though he lived his life haunted by it. He has layers and I wish we will get to know more of him (and his sister— omg, move on! Nope, move on is American culture! We, Asians drown in emotion silently hahahah)

Bottom line: GO WATCH SHANG CHI, it’s everything MCU promised us and more!!!! And yes, this whole Xu Family is a fanfic writer paradise.

BRB writing Xialing Fanfic. Byee

#shang chi and the ten rings #shang chi #xialing #mcu #mcu phase 4 #mcu spoilers #fanfic #AO3 fanfic #shang chi fanfiction

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stupidjewkyle · 3 years

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kyle x bebe (smut-ish) fanfic- i hate you

requested by: anonymous

!!AGED UP!!

TW: smut (make out part), suggestive content (mostly just innuendos of being aroused) details of small sexual acts. HELLA tension. i tried to go light on this for it being the first smut-kinda-content on my new account.

NOTE: you guys can imagine whatever you want but please please please picture them 18 or 18+. it would make me feel more comfortable writing this kind of stuff. also please don’t hate on me or the person who requested this. if you don’t like it, just keep scrolling. there is never any need to hate on anyone or anything. thank you :)

it was the middle of class and the students were all taking a timed math quiz. all of them where quickly working, not even checking their answers to see if they were right. all of them are just trying to put down as many answer as they can before the timer stops.

unfortunately for bebe, math was her worst subject. she had only 2 questions, out of 10, filled out. she looked up at the clock. 4 minutes. she started to panic. her face got hot and sweaty. she was embarrassed at how everyone else was either done of about to be, and she had barely started. there was only one more option bebe had to do if she didn’t wanna fail.

she looked over at wendy, and saw that she was done. bebe would ask wendy for answers, but wendy was too far. she looked over at heidi, she was almost done. but it was too risky to ask her for answers. heidi would definitely be too loud about it. cartman sure did change her.

bebe groaned she was out of options. until it hit her. she glanced over at kyle, who sat right next to her and just happened to be the smartest kid in class, and also just happened to be finished. she had an idea.

bebe knocked her pencil case off the desk.

“oh shit! kyle can you get that for me? i cant reach that far.” bebe said in a whiny tone, pouting at kyle.

“uh sure bebe.” he said weirded out at her desperateness. he bent over and started collecting her items. bebe began to write his answers down.

bebe finally finished just as kyle got back up.

“here.” he said. “i still don’t understand why you couldn’t have just picked it up, but whatever...you’re welcome.”

“oh yeah, thanks kyle.” she said, putting her hand on his shoulder.

skip to the next day, same time

“so children. i looked over your tests last night and well. most of you did mediocre, which was expected, but a few of you got perfect scores!” everyone looked at each other smiling wondering who they were. “but children, i also noticed something a little odd. two of you had the exact. same. answers. for every. single. question.”

the students quickly turned from excited, to confused.

“kyle. bebe. see me after class.”

“what the fuck?” kyle said loudly.

bring, bring, bring!

everyone started leaving the class, one by one. except for bebe and kyle of course.

“bebe what the fuck did you do?!” kyle whispered loudly.

“what did i do?? what did you do!” bebe lied, pretending she didn’t know what he was talking about.

“okay children. which one of you is gonna speak up?? who cheated on who?? this isn’t a coincidence.”

“mr garrison, do you really think i would cheat on a goddamn math test??? have you seen my grades for fucks sake??” kyle said, panicking.

“jesus kyle calm down. no i don’t think you did.”

“thank you!” kyle said relived.

“but i doubt bebe would do it either.”

“WHAT?!” kyle screamed.

“see kyle, i told you i didn’t do it.” bebe said sweetly smiling at him, slighting staring at his lips.

kyle groaned. “jesus christ. i’m leaving.” kyle stormed out of the classroom.

“ah shit he left. sorry bebe, we’ll continue this tomorrow.” mr garrison escorted her out of the classroom and closed the door.

kyle was walking outside of school. “fucking bebe. she’s trying to ruin my life. it’s like there’s another cartman.” he mumbled to himself.

“who’re you talking to, you fucking weirdo.” bebe said standing behind him.

“jesus, bebe what do you want?” kyle said.

“nothing...” she started walking close to him. kyle started stuttering. “i just want you to know that,” she pulled him closer to her by his collar, the tips of their noses almost touching. “i. always. win.” she let go of him and then starting walking away.

“holy shit.” kyle said, standing there speechless, flustered, mad, and slightly aroused.

when kyle got home, he immediately called mr garrison.

“mr garrison?? i know what happened with the test. bebe copied off me. she basically told me herself.” kyle said, grinning like the devil.

“oh are you sure?” mr garrison replied.

“positive.”

“well okay then. thank you kyle. bye now.”

he hung up.

kyle laid down on his bed, proud of himself.

time skip to the next day

kyle was walking down the hallways with stan.

“so yeah i ended up loosing the bet but i don’t fucking care. craig has to pay me back anyways.” stan said to kyle.

“no stand. fuck craig. you should’ve won the-“

bebe pushed kyle against the wall.

“KYLE ARE FUCKING KIDDING ME RIGHT NOW?!” bebe yelled, stepping in front of him so he couldn’t move. everyone in the hallways turned to stare towards them.

“bebe what the hell r u talking abt?” kyle said putting his hands up to to per-sway his “innocence.”

“YOU PIECE OF ACTUALLY FUCKING SHIT!” bebe pushed him harder against the locker.

“jesus bebe calm down!” kyle said as her knee went in between his legs, almost touching his groin. at this point everyone in the hallways was crowded around them.

“KYLE! IM GETTING AN F ON THE TEST AND DETENTION FOR TWO DAYS AND I HAVE TO DO FUCKING TUTORING NOW! DON’T FUCKING TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!” bebe said pulling his collar close to her, this time their faces touching. some of kyle’s friends started laughing. “kyle’s such a pussy.” cartman said. “yeah bebe’s totally gonna fuck him up.” craig laughed. this made kyle really, really angry.

bebe became weak for a second, allowing kyle to switch positions. he flipped her and then pinned her against the lockers instead, leaving bebe shocked and turned on.

“bebe i swear to fucking god, if you yell at me in-front of everyone again, i’ll beat the shit out of you. and i don’t care that you’re a girl. got it?” kyle said through gritted teeth, staring at her soft,plump lips. kyle couldn’t hide how furious he was.

“got it...” bebe slightly moaned.”

“BROFOLOSKI! STEVENS! MY OFFICE! NOW!” mr mackey said after seeing them against the lockers and seeing how everyone was crowed around them.

kyle and bebe angrily walked with him, ignoring everyone’s “oooooo”’s.

the three of them were now in mr mackeys office.

kyle and bebe giving each other death stares.

“i’ve had it with you two at each other’s throats, mkay? i think you two need to sort your issues out. follow me.” mr mackey said as he started leading them to a classroom. “you guys and me will stay in here all afternoon until your problems are worked out, mkay?”

after 30 minutes, barely any progress was made. the most they said was, “fuck you.” to each other.

“i don’t think i can take much more of this. i’m asking mr garrison for help. ill be back as soon as i find him, mkay?” he said.

“yeah sure.” kyle said his arms still crossed.

“whatever.” bebe said, her arms matching kyles.

5 minutes had passed and it was dead silent. the two were still standing up, both clearly irritated.

“we wouldn’t be here if you had just studied for your math test dumbass.” kyle mumbled.

“maybe if you weren’t such a stuck up prick, we wouldn’t be here. you know, everyone cheats off each other. it’s not a big deal.” bebe said rolling her eyes.

“if it’s not a big deal then why are we here? oh i know, cause you went all psycho in the hallway!” kyle said, raising his voice.

“i was only mad cause you told on me!” bebe said walking closer to kyle, pointing a finger.

“oh right cause this is all my fault.” kyle replied, making fake quotes with his fingers.

“actually it is. maybe if you weren’t so far up your own ass, you’d stop only caring about yourself! you stupid fucking pathetic loser!” bebe said, now staring at his lips.

“god! do you ever shut up??” kyle said, staring right back at her lips.

“make. me.” bebe said through gritted teeth.

kyle and bebe grabbed each other, sloppily making out. kyle pushed bebe against the nearest wall. bebe put her leg around him, pushing him closer. kyle’s hard-on was pressing against her. “i fucking hate you.” bebe said between kisses. kyle smiled and started kissing her harder. bebe put her tongue in his mouth with no warning, making kyle moan slightly. kyle put his hand at the base of her shirt. “can i?” he asked. “jesus kyle. don’t be a pussy. do it.” kyle smiled and started putting his hand up her shirt, until they heard the door rattle.

“SHIT!” they both said at the same time. they got off of each other.

“okay, i brought you too some worksheets to do, to help calm you down, mkay?”

“actually mr mackey, i think we worked things out. we should probably go home now and finish our homework, right kyle?” bebe said, obviously trying to get out of there.

“uh yeah, yes! we really do!” kyle said, struggling to hide his raging erection.

“well i uh guess you could leave early if you-“

“thanks!” they both interrupted and then quickly left.

mr mackey sat down, smiling to himself.

“i’m such a good consular.”

#south park #south park fanfiction #south park fandom #south park headcanons #south park kyle #kyle broflovski #sp kyle #kyle x bebe #smut #bebe stevens #eric cartman #kenny mccormick #south park stan #wendy testaburger #stan marsh #lemon #18+#south park edit

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argylemnwrites · 4 years

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I Fold

Pairing: Drake Walker x MC (Riley Liu)

Book: The Royal Romance (Book 1, chapter 12)

Word Count: ~2400

Rating: PG-13 (language, mild sensuality)

Summary: Spending time with her always feels like a gamble

Author’s Note: Written for the @choicesmonthlychallenge for August 21 - temptation. With TRH3 coming out today, I found myself feeling a little bummed that I had no desire to play this series I once loved, so I decided to throw this together to revisit a time when I adored this series and these characters.

Drake stepped into the lounge almost tentatively, scanning the room quickly from the doorway and letting out a sigh when he confirmed he was alone. He didn’t want to think about the fact that there was a lot of disappointment mixed in with his relief at that realization.

He walked over to the bar, rooting through the bottles of liquor until he found the Bushmills he was looking for. He had no reason to suspect that she would be joining him tonight. She wouldn’t even know about this lounge at Applewood. But then again, she’d stumbled upon him in that lounge back at the palace without any warning, and she hadn’t exactly known where to find him then, at least at first. It had been pure coincidence.

The truth he didn’t want to admit was that he’d rather enjoyed the handful of nights they’d spent drinking whiskey and playing poker. Before they’d made the trip to Applewood, it had kind of settled into a late night tradition, with her waiting for him in the lounge after the first couple of times. But now, things were apparently back to normal, which Drake knew in his soul was for the best. Since his birthday yesterday, he was having thoughts he definitely shouldn’t be. Or rather, more thoughts he shouldn’t be. But part of him still just wanted to spend a little more time with her.

He took his glass of whiskey and headed for the couches, pulling out his phone and trying to not feel let down that it looked like she wasn’t joining him. After all, he’d never had problems drinking alone before she dropped into his life. So, he pulled up scores from the football matches today and was ready to watch some highlights when he heard the door creak open.

His eyes flew to the door in an instant. There she was, her dark hair swinging as she glanced around the room, a smile appearing when she met his gaze.

“There you are. I’ve been hunting for where you might be hiding,” she said, stepping fully into the lounge, closing the door behind her. She’d changed into a pair of tight jeans and a loose, purplish sort of top. She looked good, so much more comfortable than he’d seen her all day. “After not only being forced to bake today, but forced to bake with Olivia, I definitely need a drink.”

Drake moved to stand up and pour her some whiskey, but she shook her head. “I got it. Why don’t you find some cards?” And just like that, she was striding over to the bar like she owned the place. His eyes drifted down, watching the way her hips and ass rolled in those jeans before he snapped out of it, jerking his head to the side and standing up, running his hands through his hair as he made his way to the small cupboard off to the side. He needed to stop. He couldn’t let himself get carried away here.

“What’s on the drink menu tonight?” he heard her call out as he dug around, trying to find a deck of cards and some poker chips.

“Bushmills, but if you want something else, Liu-”

“Nah, that’s fine with me.” He heard the splash of liquid into a glass as he continued his search. He eventually found an old deck of cards, but there did not appear to be any chips.

“How’s the hunt going?” she asked, her voice much closer. She must be at the coffee table.

“I don’t think there are any poker chips here, Liu.” He reached his arm in as deep as he could, feeling around the back of the cupboard, but he was still coming up empty.

“Hmmm. Do you have any cash on you? We could use that.”

He pivoted to face her, finding her sitting on the floor in front of the coffee table, her arms wrapped around her knees. “Are you literally trying to take my money? Because of all your potential marks at the manor, I’m probably the dumbest choice.”

She threw her head back and laughed at that, deep and rich, her black hair hanging like a surreal curtain behind her. “Maybe I just figured I could start small, gradually work my way through the court!” He chuckled lightly at that before she continued, “But seriously, I don’t know. I was just trying to come up with something we could use. So unless you have other ideas…” She trailed off with a little shrug, her dark eyes wide as they locked on his. The silence that followed was tense and expectant.

Drake swallowed roughly. He could think of one option besides poker chips as he let his eyes drift across her body, picturing each piece of clothing she was wearing piled on the table in front of her. Those damn jeans that fit her like a second skin. That shirt that was loose and slipping off her shoulder just a bit. The bra he knew was blue based on the strap he could see on that shoulder. Her panties, probably not a matching blue, but still undoubtedly perfect, regardless of color.

He tried to reign in his overactive imagination, dragging his eyes back to her face, shocked to see a coy little smirk on her face. It almost felt like she was flirting, like she wanted him to suggest strip poker or something, but he knew he had to be just imagining things, so he shook his head to get that way too appealing fantasy out of his mind, twisting back to the cupboard and looking at their actual options.

“How about Scrabble tiles?”

There was a slight pause before she answered, “That could work.”

So he tugged the old box of Scrabble from the shelf and joined her on the floor, resting his back against the couch behind him as he set the game on the coffee table and handed her the deck of cards, ignoring how her fingers brushed against his as he did so. As she shuffled the deck, he sorted out the tiles, dividing them into vowels and consonants, then sliding half of each pile over to her.

“Alright, vowels are one, consonants are five, ante is one? That work for you, Liu?”

She nodded. “Five card draw?” They’d mixed it up a couple of times, but they seemed to both prefer the standard.

“Sounds good.”

And so she dealt the cards. He watched her hands as she briskly alternated placing cards in front of each of them. He noticed a bit of glitter in her pink nail polish. He wasn’t sure if she knew that wasn’t exactly appropriate for court, or if she did and it was a tiny bit of rebellion. He liked to think it was the latter.

“So, how long do Apple Court cup-bearer duties last?” Riley asked as she picked up her cards, scanning them over without changing her expression. “Should you have tasted my whiskey before I had any?”

Drake lifted his eyes from the five cards he was holding to look at her. Her eyes were bright and playful, an eyebrow cocked and the corner of her lips quirked up.

“Ha. Ha,” he deadpanned, looking back at his cards, trying to decide whether he should play it safe and keep his pair of tens, or trade in one of them and to go for a flush as he tossed in an “I” as his initial bet. “Nice to see the power of being fake queen is already going to your head. Good practice for when you’re actually queen.”

She let out a little hum at that, but didn’t say anything else when she matched him with an “O.” It surprised Drake, as normally she gave as good as she got. But for whatever reason, his little teasing comment didn’t draw a response from her. He wondered if he’d struck a nerve. That hadn’t been his goal, but maybe she was worried he really saw her as just as stuck up and irritating as the rest of them. He didn’t know how that could be, because who else at court would sit on the floor and drink whiskey straight up with him? But this place tended to have a way of screwing with minds. He knew that better than anyone probably.

“Liu, I was just teasing. I know you aren’t-”

“It’s not that,” she interrupted, shaking her head lightly as she took the three cards he offered her and passed him three new ones from the deck. “It’s just… Do you really think I’ll be queen?”

He felt a gnawing in the pit of his stomach. Of course she was just worried that Liam wasn’t as interested as she was. She didn’t care how he saw her at all. He glanced at his new cards, disappointed to find nothing useful. The pair of tens was going to have to be good enough. He tossed an “E” tile into the pot before he answered, “Liu, I’m not gonna act like a teenager and gossip about my best friend’s feelings. You are smart enough to see that-”

“That’s not what I meant. I… sometimes… I don’t know. I just don’t feel like I’m cut out to be queen, you know?”

His eyes jumped to her face, but she was staring at her hand, aggressively avoiding eye contact with him as she tossed in a “K” tile, raising his bet.

“Liu, where is this coming from?” He kept staring at her, trying to determine what she wanted here. Did she want a confidence boost and pep talk? Or did she want his honest assessment? Because while he was sure she could be an amazing queen, a breath of fresh air, bringing common sense and real world experiences to the role, he also was scared of what being queen might do to her. To be queen was to play peacemaker, to embody decorum and diplomacy at all times. And she was too fierce, too intense, too free to ever be truly happy locked away in that gilded cage.

She gave a little shrug after a moment, finally looking up to meet his eyes. “I just don’t have anything in common with any of the other suitors. I’m nothing like them at all, and it just makes me wonder if I’m right for this. They’ve trained all their lives for this shit, and if I am so different from them, then I don’t see how I am remotely the right choice.”

“Your differences from them are why you are the right choice, Liu. You aren’t sheltered or out of touch or completely stuck up your own ass.”

“I just don’t know. It feels so weird and the closer the Coronation gets, I just…” she trailed off, biting her lip and staring at him with those damn eyes. She looked lost and unsure, and he wasn’t used to that.

“Did Olivia or Madeleine say something today?” It was the only thing he could think that would have made her suddenly unsettled.

Riley shook her head aggressively. “God no! And I know better than to let anything those bitches say get to me. I’ve just been thinking about it more lately, and I just can’t picture myself sitting there with a crown on my head and a smile plastered on my face.”

Drake shrugged. She wasn’t exactly wrong, and he wasn’t going to lie to her. She would have to put on a happy face publicly a lot when she married Liam.

When he didn’t say anything, she kept going. “Sometimes it all just feels so surreal, like I’m an actress in some cheap romance movie. I don’t know… I guess the only times I feel like I’m still a real human are…”

Her eyes dropped to the surface of the coffee table as she trailed off again. He followed her gaze, surprised to see her hand mere millimeters from his, his little finger nearly touching her thumb. It happened almost in slow motion, as he watched her thumb scoot over, brushing over the back of his hand deliberately.

Drake looked up and was shocked to find her staring at him, her gaze so intense it almost felt like it could cut through him. He didn’t know what she was looking for, what she was searching for in him, but he couldn’t bring himself to break the moment, to look away. So he stared right back. The urge to slide their hands together, the temptation to lean over and kiss her was so strong, he almost felt himself leaning towards her.

But he knew he couldn’t. It would be a massive mistake. She was just getting worn down by the stresses of the social season, and she was looking for comfort where she could find it. He knew it had to be true. Hell, the only reason she kept coming back for these midnight poker games was probably because she just needed a moment away from all the pressure and he kind of just represented the antithesis of that whole world. It had nothing to actually do with him beyond his outsider status.

She was here for Liam. He should be the one to kiss away her worries and fears, to hold her close, to reassure her. Drake was just supposed to keep an eye on her, not steal those intimate moments. So he closed his eyes, trying to break the spell it felt like she had him under with her stare as he cleared his throat, sliding his hand back. “I fold.”

He opened his eyes to find her still staring at him, an almost skeptical look in her eyes. He felt his cheeks getting slightly warm with her continued attention, so he shoved the handful of Scrabble tiles over to her, trying to move this evening back in a safer direction. “Here, just take your damn winnings so I can deal the next hand.”

She didn’t say anything as she tossed her hand onto the discard pile and handed him the deck. Out of curiosity, he flipped over those five cards. The five of clubs, the three and nine of diamonds, and the six and Jack of spades. She had nothing, had been bluffing the entire time.

“What can I say? Sometimes you just need to raise the stakes.” He glanced up at her statement and saw her watching him. “What did you have?”

“It doesn’t matter, Liu.” And with that, he shuffled his hand into the deck, dealing the cards out without saying another word. From where he was sitting, the stakes were already high enough.

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svnflowervol666 · 4 years

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More stuck at home Dad!Harry cuz I love it! Him playing board games with the older kids and y/n just sitting there with the baby bubs telling the baby he isn’t going to win while she reads to the tot bubs. And when Harry loses the kids get his phone and make him film a singing video. And Harry takes a video a few hours later during the night with the older kids cuddled up watching/singing Tangled and y/n curled up with the tot and the baby on his chest captioned: we gotta make more time for this

My heart 🥺

They’re all in the living room and Harry is currently getting his ass beat in a game of scrabble by his oldest two while Y/N does little color and shape exercises with the toddler bub on the iPad or something!! Maybe the baby is in their little bouncer so they can see everyone and they just keep squealing and laughing and making those adorable little baby sounds that make everyone swoon. Whoever is closest to the baby is in charge of filling up their little snack cubby with Cheerios and it’s just a perfect little afternoon with the Styles family! That is, until the Scrabble crew get a little too competitive and chaos ensues.

It’s all trash talking and the older kids ganging up on their old man Harry before they finally come to an agreement. If the older kids lose, they’ll skip dessert for a whole week. If Harry loses, he has to go on Instagram live and sing Let It Go to all of his followers (he has Y/N to thank for the suggestion, the bub’s only agreed to it after she’d said it as they don’t fully understand what that means). His oldest knows how much Harry despises the song, as their middle child made him watch Frozen at least seven times a day for six months straight, which is why they were all for it. His second oldest, the suspect in question with a Frozen obsession, says yes because, duh, they love the song and want to hear their daddy sing it for them since they love his voice so much. Harry agrees, only because he was certain that he could whoop a 5 year old and a 7 year old in Scrabble, but he’d thought wrong.

As it turns out, his children are a lot smarter than he’d given them credit for an ended up scoring just the right amount of points to defeat their father in the now grueling game of Scrabble. The IG live is filmed by the shaking hands of his oldest while the second oldest runs to go get Harry’s guitar from his music room. Harry explains to the camera and the now thousands of people that are watching why he’s doing this. He first tells them that he hopes everyone is staying safe and practicing the right safety measures and to not get too caught up in the panic. Next, he tells them that his children are little geniuses and that he’d lost a bet to them in a game of Scrabble which resulted in him having to sing Let It Go for the world to see. The viewers lose their mind hearing Harry sing and strum along to the popular children’s tune while his middle baby prances around the room singing along with him. Occasionally you hear the tiniest baby squealing and shaking their rattle and even Y/N’s giddy laughter at how much she knows Harry hates himself for losing a fucking game of Scrabble to his own young children right now.

Before signing off, Harry would remind everyone once again to stay safe, be clean, and to treat people with kindness. His next post later that night would be of his whole family relaxing on the sofa whilst the kids’ favorite, Rapunzel plays lowly on the tv. Y/N’s got the toddler on her chest and is singing along to the songs gently in their ear whilst stroking their hair and back since it’s close to their bedtime and they’ve lost interest in the film and are most focused on sucking their thumb. They’re only wearing a pull-up (potty training being something they’ve been determined to teach them during the quarantine), which solidified the fact that they’re Harry’s child as any offspring of Harry’s absolutely detests wearing clothes when it’s not necessary. Cuddled into her side is their oldest, who is absentmindedly rubbing the fabric of Y/N’s sweater in between their tiny little fingers. It’s just a habit they’d never grown out of and both Harry and Y/N find it adorable.

Across the sofa, but still not very far, is Harry, the middle bub, and the baby. Middle bub had to quickly run and change into their Rapunzel dress before the movie started and they’re currently clutching onto Harry’s arm whilst telling Harry every minute detail of the movie down to the flowers in Rapunzel’s hair to the way Pascal sticks his tongue out. Harry’s just nodding along and making conversation with them like they’re telling him the most interesting thing in the world. Truth be told, Harry does not give one single shit about Rapunzel or a frying pan or anything of the sort, but he is absolutely obsessed with the way his bub’s eyes light up every single time they talk about it, which is why he never once acts like they’re annoying him. The youngest bub is sleeping soundly on Harry’s chest similar to how the toddler is with Y/N. Their little lips are jutted out from being squished and every now and then they’ll stretch their tiny legs and make Harry’s heart soar. It’s one of those moments where he reflects on how much he loves his life and how he couldn’t ask for anything better if he tried.

His caption is probably something about how his youngest two “can’t hang,” or how if he has to watch another Disney movie in the remainder of the quarantine he is going to break the television, but everyone would know he’s showing off his favorite people and how much he loves them dearly.

#NOT ME GETTING TOO EXCITED ABT THIS #eye hate myself #dad!harry #harry styles imagine #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x reader #harry styles blurb #harry styles one shot #dad!harry x reader #asks

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i don’t know if your event is still open since it is already past time from your deadline but the event in ypur navigation says otherwise so i am betting my luck ≡^ˇ^≡

i am INFJ-T, and i am a pisces ☉ scorpio ☽. i use she/her. i love to have mutual pinning trope with reiner braun. i’m someone who is studious and sometimes i based my worth to my grades LMFAO i like earth tones. i love cooking and singing, too! my love languages are words of affirmation and acts of service!

thank you for creating this such beautiful event 🤍

hi mono! I hope you like it angel! <3 (also this is so funny I literally started this the day you submitted and before I navigated through your (now old) theme, at least it's ON BRAND)

The Moon: everything looks prettier under the moon's glow. this is the card for the subconscious, for the dreamer, for hidden thoughts and feelings. this card has many different meanings, anxiety and fear lace the moon as well, but I like to interrupt this as a positive sign when it appears in a reading. it provides a dreamy cast on all things that fall under its light. this card just makes so much sense to me with you being an infj, someone who's filled with imagination and insightfulness.

ivy - frank ocean. "If I could see through your walls, I could see you're faking. If you could see my thoughts, you would see our faces."

If there were words to describe him, they escaped every corner of your mind. His blonde hair curled outwards in flicks against the nape of his neck, begging for your fingers to reach out and entangle themselves in the strands. You knew he’d be going to get it cut within the week, he always did when it grew out to be this long. Still, you could admire him, even if you were staring directly into the back of his head, daydreaming away of your could be love.

“Pass the quizzes back!” Professor Hange called out from the front of the room, handing out large stacks to the front rows of students.

You sat back in the fifth row, directly behind Reiner Braun, the theoretical love of your life. Had you even spoken more than two sentences to the man? Absolutely not. Did you know his favorite flavor of gum was spearmint, and he never could keep a pencil on his person? Of course, he asked you every single day.

It wasn’t like Reiner had a well known reputation or anything, in fact he floated like a social butterfly between so many different groups of people, it was hard to dislike the guy. He always had a charming smile on his face and a kind word to say. It didn’t take much to develop your small crush on the man sitting in front of you, and although he was mostly silent while in class, his eyes would swirl with concentration whenever you’d catch his line of view.

The sight of his sharp jawline came into your field of vision as he turned, resting one arm on the back of his chair as he met your eyes, palm extended with your paper, “Here ya’ go.”

“Thank you,” you managed to smile, tucking a strand of loose hair behind your ear before reaching forward, passing back the rest of the stack to the student behind you.

“I’m sure you did great,” he offered a small smile when you turned back around, the genuine kind that had your heart fluttering in your chest. “You always do.”

“I’m sure you did too,” you responded shyly, diverting your gaze to the paper now in front you, smiling as your eyes scanned the contents. A perfect score, just as you had hoped.

Reiner hadn’t completely turned around yet, darting his eyes between you and his own quiz, “Hey, can I ask you something?”

Record officially broken, “Sure, what’s up?”

“Do you think you could help me out with this class?” his eyes were shifting all over the room, his usual confident façade in tatters. “I don’t understand a single thing about biology.”

“Um,” your eyes widened dramatically, a cold sweat breaking out under your clothing. No way, there was literally no way this was actually happening.

“It’s okay if you don’t want to,” you saw the twinge of pink rise on the apples of his cheeks as his fingers lifted to scratch the back of his neck. “I can pay you too.”

“No, no,” you shook your head furiously, forcing words passed your teeth. “You don’t have to pay me. When did you, uh, want to do this?”

“I guess after class if you’re not busy,” his eyes flickered to the clock above the whiteboard on the wall. Please say yes, he chanted in his mind.

“No, not really. That works for me,” You'd be calling out of work right now if you had a job, cancelling any and all plans to take full advantage of this golden moment. One that had played in your head the entire semester, living in your daydreams while you ogled the blonde with a fluttering heart.

“Cool,” Reiner bit down on his bottom lip as he smiled, readjusting himself to face forward as Professor Hange began to lecture the class about their pitiful grades.

“Cool,” you breathed out, feeling a sense of relief now his eyes weren’t directly on you. If you only knew how Reiner’s heart thumped in his ears, how that smile never left his lips. He’d been working up the courage to ask you that all semester.

The library was nearly empty after the sunset, the perfect scene for your tutoring session with the ever handsome Reiner. It took all of your willpower to stay focused on the textbooks sprawled on the table in front of you, and not the warmth radiating from his body as he sat next to you, his knee brushing against yours.

“Okay, so what’s the difference between mitosis and meiosis again?” you whispered, feeling the gnawing tingle of sleepiness behind your eyelids.

Reiner broke the contact from the page in front of him, you could feel his breath hit your cheeks bones as he muttered, “Mitosis has four stages while meiosis has eight. The chromosome numbers are the same in each one though.”

“No, just mitosis stays the same,” you turned your head to the old book in front of you, pointer finger trailing the sentence as you corrected him. “The daughter cell is halved in chromosomes in meiosis. Both produce new cells and start with a single parent cell.”

“This makes no sense,” Reiner groaned, placing his head in his hands.

This plan seemed a lot better in his head, allowing the perfect opportunity to get close to you, to hold a conversation. He’d turn around almost every day of class and ask to borrow a pencil, just to talk to you. He felt bad when he’d begin to turn in his chair just to see you already extending one out for him. So, Reiner moved on to offering you gum every day. This also became the expected, and you began placing a foiled covered stick on his desk as you’d walk into class every day.

You were just so smart and so pretty, there was absolutely no way he stood a chance. He lacked the brains, lacked the courage, not to mention he didn’t have any outstanding features. Sure if he was incredibly handsome he could at least try to dumbly pull you, ignorantly stumbling over half assed compliments and actions. But he was too self aware, feeling small next to your figure. He was out of ideas, and found that he was using his last ditch efforts to finally make his move.

“Here, I’ll make you some flash cards,” you offered, taking a sharpie and some loose index cards from your school bag.

“Do you think we could do this more often?” Reiner mumbled out suddenly, a fierce blush threatening the tips of his ears. “The, uh, study sessions? I’m really lost.” He just wanted to spend more time with you.

“Yeah, of course,” you pulled your bottom lip between your teeth, avoiding his gaze at all costs.

“Cool,” he breathed out, a weight lifted off of his chest. “I’m usually free after class most days, maybe we could like, get food tomorrow?”

Reiner was sweating awaiting your answer. He’d been building up the courage for weeks now to ask to be in your presence, and he felt as if he might’ve been pushing his luck. Of course, you didn’t feel this way at all, almost in a stupor that your crush had even asked to spend more time with you.

“Okay,” you smiled so softly, Reiner could feel the red heat reach the apples of his cheeks. “There’s this really cool diner in town, I’ve been dying to go.”

“The retro one? I’ve been there a few times, it’s pretty cool, and the food is really good,” C’mon Reiner find another reason to keep her attention, “Are you busy tonight, we can go now?”

You glanced down to your outfit, and deemed it cute enough to go out in public, “You sure? I don’t want to hold you up if you have plans.”

Reiner couldn’t pack his bookbag faster, fingers clumsily fumbling all the notes he had taken during your study session, “I’ll call an Uber right now.”

It was like you had known Reiner all of your life. If someone were to pass by the diner’s windows that night and saw the two of you, shoveling food into your mouths and sipping on milkshakes, they could’ve sworn that you were dating, deeply in love. The way you both leaned in across the table, toes centimeters away from touching under the booth, fingertips so close on the table, it was almost a sure sign. Reiner of course wouldn’t have worked up the courage to officially ask you out until your sixth study session, almost at the end of the semester. And of course you said yes, brain malfunctioning at the admittance of his feelings.

When you met Reiner’s closest friends, Bertholdt and Annie, he introduced you as “the smartest, prettiest girl in the whole world”, and had gotten a little too enthusiastic when asked how the two of you met.

“We had a class together and I drooled over her every single day, and finally got the courage to ask her out,” not exactly the truth, you’d think as he’d recite the story. He was leaving out how badly you had pined over him as well. Almost in denial, Reiner genuinely couldn’t believe he had somehow managed to capture your heart from the very beginning.

It seemed as if your feelings for Reiner only deepened and blossomed under the weight of your new relationship. You had only begun to scratch the surface, and you fell so deeply in love with the blonde as time moved forward. Maybe it was the universe calling to you when you had first met him in your biology class, or maybe you were just meant to be soulmates. You’d say exactly that too when your friends would ask you how the two of you got together.

There wasn’t a better matched couple, the friends would think. Strangers would agree too, catching the sight of your conjoined hands together and loving gazes and you’d sit in that diner, night after night, study sessions in the library. It had to be fate, you decided in the end. Reiner was everything you ever wanted and more, even better than the daydreams you had conjured while you stared at the back of his head. Reiner felt exactly the same, and he told you every single day how you were the best thing to ever happen to him.

#lacheri's 200 follower event #WOOOOO THIS TOOK A MINUTE TO WRITE #i hope u like it mono <3

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Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor, 11 (Branjie) (and background everyone) - Ortega

a/n: omg HI u lovely lot i’m so sorry this update took so long!!! thank you all so much for your lovely feedback on the last chapter and for being so patient with me. hope this chapter’s worth the wait- it’s BLACKPOOL BABEYYYYY!!! will Vanessa and Brooke get that perfect score???

fic summary: Strictly Come Dancing enters its 18th series and its producers, after being goaded by a rival dance show on its inclusivity, commission it to be an all-female cast. Unlike Akeria who’s just here to bone her potential dance partner, dancer Vanessa is ready to act like a professional.

And then TV presenter Brooke Lynn walks into the rehearsal room.

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21st November 2020

“Someone was havin’ some nasty-ass sex this mornin’.”

Vanessa watches Crystal almost spit out the water she’s currently glugging down after their full cast dress rehearsal. If she hadn’t just finished her own bottle Vanessa would’ve probably done the same. Akeria’s comment is casual but Vanessa knows her enough to work out its intentions; she wants to know who’s banging, specifically who did so in the last eight hours.

Crossing her legs, Vanessa thinks back to the day she’s spent with Brooke Lynn so far. Obviously the events of the morning are still playing on her mind, fresh and still searing hot like lava. But after that it was almost as if they had been on another date. They’d headed out into the crisp, bright morning and grabbed breakfast at a nearby cafe, where the tables were sticky and the menus were stained and the ketchup bottle had rings of old sauce around the outside. They had both ordered matching fry-ups and Brooke had tried black pudding for the first time, claiming it didn’t taste as bad as it looked.

“If we get picked for the tour just wait. I’m gonna make you try haggis when we get to Glasgow. It’s fuckin’ horrible,” Vanessa had teased her, Brooke fake-gagging and making her laugh.

Then they’d had a walk along the beach, the cold stinging their faces and the wind whipping at their hair and making Vanessa wish they could just hold hands without the fear of being caught by someone videoing them on their phone. It had still been nice to share it with Brooke, though, and before they’d had to be at rehearsals they’d gone to the arcade and played on the penny falls machines, Vanessa laughing at Brooke as she got way too excited because “it’s like real life Tipping Point!”.

And now Brooke is sitting beside her, calm and composed as Akeria brings up the sex that Vanessa is still recovering from which was apparently so noisy and loud that it managed to wake her up.

“I didn’t hear anything,” Gigi says all too quickly, which piques Vanessa’s interest and makes her wonder why she’s so quick to rush to denial.

“Nope. Neither,” Jan shakes her head, the clear attempt to make her face look impassive not fooling Vanessa in the slightest. Narrowing her eyes, Vanessa casts an eye over a guilty-faced Monique and Monet.

She’s starting to question whether or not she and Brooke were the only ones that got some action this morning.

Brooke herself has got a small smirk on her lips as she opens her mouth to speak. “How did you guys not hear that? It was so loud. Sounded like somebody having the best sex of their life.”

Vanessa almost chokes on her own tongue in her desperate attempt not to react. Akeria is nodding emphatically.

“This morning? I must’ve been out for my run,” Jackie shrugs nonchalantly. She’s got the best poker face out of them all.

“It was somebody really whiny,” Brooke adds casually. Vanessa slowly turns her head and narrows her eyes at her. Brooke raises her eyebrows, tilts her head innocently. “You hear it, ‘Ness?”

Vanessa kind of wants to melt because she that’s how she feels every time Brooke calls her that and she loves it, but also she’s winding her up too much and Brooke must know Vanessa wants to clap back about how Brooke wasn’t complaining at the time, or how whiny she’d been when Vanessa had been teasing her with her fingers and whispering in her ear.

“Jeez, I mean, I must’ve been in the shower.”

“No, I think you would’ve been able to hear it.”

“What name’d they call out?” Asia shrugs. Brooke’s reaction is visceral- Vanessa watches her give a sort of panicked cough.

“What?”

“Well. You girls hear ‘em yell a name? That’ll give a lot away.”

Most of the girls are silent and holding their breath. Crystal, Gigi, Jan, Jackie, Monet, Monique, Vanessa, each one hoping their own worst or best-kept-secret isn’t spilled. Even Brooke who was gleefully winding Vanessa up moments ago has fallen mute and is looking at Akeria quietly. Vanessa’s brain is flicking through a rolodex of snapshots of the morning she and Brooke shared, trying to pinpoint any specific moment where either of them had begged the other just a little too loudly.

Akeria, for her part, gives a sniff and a shrug. “Hmm. Nah. Just moaning.”

“Well whoever it was, I hope they had some lovely sex,” Crystal babbles, her face guilty as sin as she finishes buckling up her dance shoes. She’s laughing nervously as she desperately tries to move the conversation along. “God, when will this band be ready? Like, how long does it take to tune a trumpet? Right?!”

Monique enthusiastically jumps in and agrees, and the conversation is dropped. Although Vanessa still tilts her head at Brooke questioningly and, as the girls become embroiled in a new conversation, she leans into Brooke’s side and whispers to her.

“If you think I ain’t gonna make you pay for that later, you’re wrong,” she murmurs, keeping her eyes trained on the other girls.

“Cute that you think you’re going to make me pay for anything, it took me what, two minutes to make you crack?” Brooke replies, and Vanessa can hear the smile in her voice. Vanessa, once again, can’t resist (it’s becoming a theme) and she turns her head to meet Brooke’s eyes, the twinkle in them still sparkling relentlessly.

“Whiny? Really, bitch?”

Brooke tips her head back casually. “I know we’re dancing to Let’s Get Loud but you know that’s just a song title, not an instruction, right?”

Vanessa tries to stifle a giggle, attempting to maintain her unimpressed charade. When Brooke looks at her again the endeavour fails, and they both end up laughing together. As their laughter dies down, Brooke sighs and Vanessa watches her pick a little at her outfit. They’re both in co-ordinated showgirl costumes- Vanessa’s green, Brooke’s pink- and even though Brooke objectively looks incredible Vanessa can tell she doesn’t feel entirely comfortable.

“Hey. You good?”

Brooke sighs. “This is just very…out of my comfort zone. I’m a TV presenter, God, I’m pretty sure the BBC would rather I was just a floating head half the time. No limbs, no boobs, no butt, no skin. Maybe a skeleton, actually. I’m just not used to getting my legs out. Or…anything out, really.”

Vanessa feels herself frowning in concern, a little embarrassed at how quickly she rushes to boost Brooke’s confidence. “Hey, listen. If you don’t feel like you’re fuckin’ sex on legs after this morning- shit, scratch that, every damn day- then I’m not doin’ my job right. You look perfect.”

Under the orange lights of the ballroom and the sparkle of the glitterball Vanessa swears she sees Brooke blush a little. She smiles and touches Vanessa’s arm gently. “Remind me what I did to deserve you?”

“Nothin’, you just ran off with my heart on that induction day an’ never gave it back,” Vanessa sticks her tongue out at her. Brooke grins and Vanessa wants nothing more than to lean in and kiss her right there and then, in fact she swears that Brooke’s edging closer to her and maybe they could just give each other a small kiss, maybe everyone else would be too distracted, maybe-

“And here we have one couple who keeps saying that they’re Definitely Not Romantically Involved With Each Other At All,” comes a voice, and Vanessa realises who it is as Yvie sits herself down on the chair beside her, filming a video on her phone. Vanessa covers her face in embarrassment.

“Delete that,” Brooke says, and just by her tone Vanessa can tell she’s rolling her eyes.

“Why? Too on the nose?” Yvie laughs, and as Vanessa looks up again she can see Brooke fixing her with an unimpressed glare. Yvie sighs, sulks and stops filming. “Fine! Fine, God. But you know if you had nothing to hide, you wouldn’t want me to delete it.”

“Listen, you just think everybody is as loved up as you are because you’re so happy with Scarlet. How is she, by the way? She coming up to watch you or has she got filming?”

Vanessa relaxes, impressed with Brooke’s ability to steer the conversation off course as Yvie is happily distracted by talking about her girlfriend. While Yvie speaks about Scarlet and gushes about how amazing she is and how lucky she feels to be with her and how she never thought she’d find a girlfriend through a TV dance show, Brooke makes sure to bump her knee a little bit against Vanessa’s with each new compliment, a little gesture that speaks so many words without Brooke having to say anything at all and lights Vanessa up from the inside out, so much so that she feels like the glitterball hanging from the ceiling, sparkling and dazzling.

Rehearsals soon end and the girls all move into the green room backstage to chat about nothing in particular, laugh at the top of their lungs like teenagers at the back of a bus, and eat tiny amounts of pizza that they’ll finish after their performance when it’s cold. Vanessa’s heart is so full she feels as if it might burst because she’s here, she gets to dance in the tower ballroom on the biggest TV dance show in the country. Okay, she’s danced here before- for competitions and showcases- but tonight she’s getting to do it with Brooke. Vanessa feels silly for having that mean so much to her. They’ve only been seeing each other for about a fortnight and she shouldn’t feel this deeply, but every time she tries to self-regulate and pull her feelings back Brooke ruins her plans with a smile, or a burst of laughter, or a squeeze of her shoulder or her leg that turns Vanessa to jelly and puts her right back in her feelings again.

Again. As if she could ever possibly be out of them when she’s with Brooke.

It’s not long until the audience all file into their seats and the ballroom lights go down, and Vanessa’s heart is almost beating out of her chest as Brooke gives her a quick kiss on the cheek for luck in the dark of the heavy curtains backstage. As she makes her way to the middle of the dancefloor with the other pros ready to begin their dance, Vanessa can’t even bring herself to wonder if anyone saw the moment they’d just shared because under the hot yellow lights and the huge glittering orb hanging from the ceiling and surrounded by the ornate gold that seemed to decorate every inch of the ballroom, Vanessa simply feels giddy and light just like any other infatuated girl.

“Live from the Tower Ballroom…this is Strictly Come Dancing!”

The music from the band blares, the audience breaks out in cheers, and even though she’s in Blackpool Vanessa feels as if she’s home. The pro dance this week is full of joy and sparkle, and as she dances Vanessa’s smile reflects on the faces of the five other girls she’s dancing with. It’s not her performance smile, nor is it a fake one; her face is radiating genuine joy, sunbeams that she hopes light up even the living rooms of whoever’s watching. When Brooke and the other celebrities join them for the last part of their dance Vanessa gravitates towards her and they snap together in hold. She can feel the excitement pulsing through Brooke’s veins as she takes her hand, and they’re smiling at each other with such ferocity that they end up giggling for the last section of the dance. On the final beat of the song they all freeze together, and Vanessa rests her head on Brooke’s chest as she relaxes. There’s golden confetti raining down on them and a little piece nestles itself in Brooke’s blonde locks of hair that Vanessa never wants her to brush out.

“Blackpool,” she hears Brooke murmur above her, so nearly inaudible she’s panting so much.

Vanessa looks up at her, cheeks hurting from her grin. “Blackpool.”

The girls all run off to get changed into their individual dance costumes they had worn before. Vanessa is glad that Brooke seems a little more confident in her outfit; she doesn’t know whether her new-found self-assuredness is down to Vanessa’s pep talk earlier or the adrenaline rush of performing, but she’ll take happy Brooke over nervous Brooke whatever the reason. Brooke looks the best out of all the girls- okay, Vanessa knows she’s biased, and in fairness everyone looks amazing. Crystal and Gigi are done up as little astronauts for their Salsa to Cosmic Girl, huge perspex space helmets over their heads with their faces covered in glittery highlight and little stars. Asia and Akeria look like early 00’s girlband members in matching green camouflage cargo pants and black bodysuits. They’re doing some sort of cool thing with aerosol cans for their Commercial dance to Scandalous and Vanessa’s promised Kiki that she’ll get into a good position in the auditorium to watch them both.

Although as everybody begins to dance, Vanessa slowly becomes less excited and more nervous. She mentally repeats each couple’s score in her head like some sort of meditational mantra- Yvie and Jaida 29, Akeria and Asia 37, Jan and Jackie 36. They range from unthreatening to panic-inducing, and as she and Brooke make their way backstage while Crystal and Gigi’s VT plays, Vanessa can feel the anxiety climbing in her throat, can feel her feet shaking in her shoes with every step.

“Hey,” Brooke stops suddenly in the darkness, her tone concerned and a little worried frown set on her face. “I can feel you worrying. What’s the matter?”

Brooke is beginning to thread her hand in Vanessa’s own, and she accepts. She already feels it grounding her, but her breathing is still shallow and her stomach is still in knots. “Just these scores…fuck, Brooke Lynn, I want us to be on top so bad. I want you to be on top so bad.”

“Yeah, you seemed to like it earlier,” Brooke winks at her, as Vanessa instantly realises what she’s said. She splutters a laugh, clamps her hand over her mouth in case they’re picked up over the microphones even though Vanessa knows there’s no way they could be. Brooke’s smile softens as she takes Vanessa’s other hand, swings them a little.

“Look. Do I care about being top of the leaderboard? Sure! But this, this whole thing has become less about the competition for me and more about getting to dance with you every week. Knowing we can go out there and be amazing no matter what the judges say, knowing I can showcase your amazing choreo and bring it to life, and being able to show you off and watch you be talented and incredible and clever. If we get the scores, we get the scores. But even if we don’t I want you to know that there’s nobody else I’d rather dance with, nobody else I’d rather be sharing this journey with. You’ve made it so special for me just because you’re you.”

Vanessa feels herself lean into Brooke’s touch as she takes a little curl that’s framing her face and tucks it behind her ear. She can feel something tumble and fall gently inside her- maybe she’s developing more feelings or maybe it’s a barrier breaking, she doesn’t know- and in that moment she throws caution to the wind and pulls Brooke in, their lips meeting softly as Crystal and Gigi start their dance through the curtain beside them. Vanessa’s heart thuds in her ribcage as she thinks about the fact that that’s all that’s separating them from the ballroom and the cameras and the millions of viewers. If the curtain were to fall…

She melts into the kiss and she can feel her anxieties melting away; Brooke is a gentle wave on the shore and Vanessa is sand and the occasional broken piece of shell, shifting under her and allowing herself to be drawn in. As Brooke pulls away Vanessa pouts her lips in disappointment, so Brooke gives her one, two, three little pecks before stepping back for good this time.

“Better?”

Vanessa can feel her pulse racing, but this time it’s excited nerves rather than anxious ones. She fixes Brooke with a little smile. “Yeah. Better.”

“Okay. That being said, let’s go get that top spot.”

The audience cheer Crystal and Gigi, and Vanessa’s skin prickles as she realises she and Brooke Lynn are dancing soon. They make their way to the wings where they’re met by a runner who eventually shows them out onto the floor. Vanessa takes a deep breath in her spot on the lacquered wood underneath a spotlight. She looks over to Brooke who’s on a little plinth, all lit up with a wall of halogen bulbs behind her, and gives her a little wink and a thumbs up. Brooke looks just as nervous as she is, but the smile she gives Vanessa goes some way to reassure her.

And then, a few seconds which feel like minutes later, the commentator’s voice booms overhead.

“Dancing the Cha Cha Cha…Brooke Lynn Hytes and Vanessa Mateo!”

The halogen lights behind Brooke blind Vanessa as she looks at her, suddenly confident and poised, a huge smile on her face on the stage. She looks like a real professional. Fuck, Vanessa’s so proud of her.

“Blackpool!” Brooke yells as loud as she can. “Let’s…get…loud!”

Pyro goes off behind the wall of light as the music starts, and the audience screeches as Brooke descends the stairs and practically runs to Vanessa, holding her hands tightly as they start their dance with matching smiles on their faces. A cha cha cha is a technical one, all about the footwork and arms, and they can’t really hide behind their obvious chemistry this time. But they’ve worked hard, so fucking hard, and Brooke can do it without a single mistake, Vanessa knows this.

Vanessa jumps up into a lift, Brooke holding her in her arms and spinning her round and making her giggle involuntarily. Maybe Brooke is right, Vanessa thinks, as she is gently deposited down and they jump back in hold again. Maybe none of this matters any more; the competition, the scores, the TV show. Maybe all this has to be is Vanessa dancing with Brooke and having fun, the pair of them growing closer with every passing second, and Vanessa coming dangerously close to falling for someone again with every passing day.

As Brooke faces forward and Vanessa does the same, then drops to the floor and wiggles her way up Brooke’s legs, it also occurs to her that it could also be about the great fucking sex they’re having. Well, have had. But Vanessa knows there’ll be another time, maybe probably very soon judging from the way Brooke’s now gliding her hands down Vanessa’s body.

She can’t let her concentration wander, however, so Vanessa’s brain is back in the game as they step, twirl each other round, Brooke dips her confidently before they go back to stepping quickly again, twirling effortlessly into a New York. As the horn section from the band blasts, Vanessa gauges the audience reaction. They’re cheering and clapping along and the judges are leaning forward, engaged and impressed. Even Bianca’s got a little smile on her face. In spite of everything, Vanessa feels her heart begin to rise.

“Ain’t nobody gotta tell ya what you gotta do…”

As the song ends, Vanessa holds Brooke’s hand as they whip out their final party piece- Brooke drops to the floor in an effortless split, and the crowd raises the roof. Shangela is screaming from her position behind the judges’ table and Brooke is screaming too as she swings her legs round and stands up, crushes Vanessa in a hug who’s already got her own arms out waiting for it. Vanessa mutters praise into Brooke’s chest and she can feel her planting a kiss to the top of her head in response, their little tradition that she’s glad Brooke hasn’t stopped.

As they cross over to Michelle Vanessa is grateful that Brooke is carrying the interview, as she can hardly speak out of her own gripping nerves. She knows that dance went well, she knows it’s the best they’ve ever done it. So when Michelle hands over to Shangela, Vanessa isn’t sure that she breathes for roughly ten seconds.

“I…thought…” Shangela starts, and Vanessa’s lungs almost give out. “…that that was the best we’ve ever seen you dance, Brooke Lynn.”

The audience erupts and Vanessa looks up at Brooke and beams, squeezing her tightly and refusing to let go. Brooke’s eyes are still on the judges as Shangela’s compliments continue. “Your footwork and your synchronicity with Vanessa…it was all just so, so polished, I mean a lot of celebrities when they come on this show, they can find the syncopation really difficult and you just- I mean it was like asking you to count to ten! You had a great night tonight, well done.”

The audience cheer her comments, and then it’s Kennedy’s turn to give her feedback.

“Yeah, I agree with Shangela. You are at your peak in this competition, and that was your best night yet. That was absolutely flawless, I just…I don’t have anything left to say at this point.”

Vanessa’s breath is heavy and laboured, trying to calm her rising hopes at all this praise Brooke is receiving. After Kennedy is Laganja, and she’s practically on top of the table as she yells about the pair of them, how much chemistry they have and how faultless Brooke’s performance was and how their Cuban breaks were perfection incarnate.

“And if this doesn’t get the score it should-” she finishes, shooting Vanessa’s pulse through the roof with a catapult. “- then I’m leaving the show!”

As the audience laugh and applaud Laganja’s comments, Vanessa feels Brooke’s grip on her waist tighten as it reaches Bianca’s turn. The crowd is silent, and if Vanessa squints she can see Brooke’s rapid breathing beside her.

Come on…come on…

The whole room seems to hold its breath. Bianca’s face is impassive as she opens her mouth to speak. “I couldn’t fault that if I tried.”

Vanessa’s face drops in shock and she feels Brooke lurch beside her, the levels of praise they’re receiving from Bianca Del Rio hardly registering. The audience is almost deafening at this point and Vanessa’s ears are straining to hear the rest of the judge’s comments.

“The Cha Cha Cha…I mean it’s a fun dance, it’s a cheeky dance, but it’s so rarely a showstopper, and that just stole the show. Shangela is right, there are so many things that meant you could’ve butchered that entire dance- hello, you’ve got one of the best Latin specialists in the country coaching you, hard not to be a little intimidated- but you took it all in your stride and it was like watching a fish swim, the effortlessness of it all. But one of the things I loved most about it all was just how much fun the pair of you were having. It was like neither of you seemed to realise that you were dancing in a competitive setting, and it felt as if we were all here to watch you on tour or something. Really well done tonight, Brooke Lynn, you did yourself proud.”

As the crowd claps for them both and Michelle sends them up to the Divinatorium, Vanessa clutches Brooke’s hand tightly. She sneaks a look at her as they run up the stairs and giggles as she finds Brooke’s eyes already on her. As Divina talks to them both and Vanessa feels Akeria squeeze her shoulder from behind her, she can barely concentrate on anything as her whole body vibrates in anticipation. Vanessa does manage to tune in, however, when she hears her name mentioned.

“Bianca did say it must’ve been intimidating for you to have Vanessa coaching you on a Cha Cha Cha- did you feel the pressure this week?” Divina asks Brooke, and Brooke just laughs, puts an arm around Vanessa’s waist and pulls her close.

“I mean there’s always that little bit of pressure when you’ve got someone like Vanessa coaching you, because she’s so talented and perfect at what she does,” Brooke smiles down at her, and Vanessa’s heart feels completely stuffed full of affection. “But she’s never intimidating, and she never puts pressure on me. In fact she puts way more pressure on herself, which she needs to stop doing, because look how well we both did tonight!”

Vanessa feels herself blush and all she can do is wrap another arm around Brooke’s waist as Divina continues to speak.

“Well, Brooke Lynn, I can confirm the judges’ scores are in. Let’s see what they thought.”

And then there’s the all-consuming feeling of holding her breath and gripping Brooke’s side as if she’s her lifeboat. Vanessa’s heart is just going and going and going because maybe, maybe, maybemaybemaybe…

“Will the judges please reveal their scores. Bianca Del Rio.”

“Ten.”

“Kennedy Davenport.”

“Ten!”

“Shangela Wadely.”

“It’s a ten!”

“Laganja Estranja.”

“TEN!”

They have done it. Forty out of forty.

Brooke has wrapped herself around her like an octopus with half its limbs cut off and is screaming in much the same matter. Vanessa can feel her nails dig into her back, a few tears drop down onto her shoulder and something inside her just breaks, and before she knows it she is simply holding Brooke and crying and Brooke is doing the exact same to her. The cheers from the other couples on the balcony turn into awws, and a box of tissues is shoved towards them. Vanessa soon realises that Divina is attempting to talk to her so she takes a tissue, sweeps it under both her eyes quickly.

“Sorry…that was a big reaction, it just meant a lot to the both of us. Brooke Lynn’s been working so hard every week so to get that sort of acknowledgement means the world to me. I just want everyone to think she’s as amazin’ as I do.”

As Divina reads out their voting details then signs them both off, everyone claps and Vanessa takes Brooke’s hand again. This time her grip is gentle as if Brooke will crumble apart on contact. When Brooke pulls her into her dressing room, there’s not the fire and heat that there had been last week; instead they hold each other softly, and Brooke rubs her back slowly while murmuring quiet, affectionate words into her hair in between pressing kisses to her forehead.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” she says after a pause, and Vanessa’s stomach does a bungee jump.

“Stop it,” she replies quietly, if only to deflect from the fact that she’s thinking the exact same thing about Brooke but doesn’t dare say it back; she’s scared to say it out loud because the last time she felt this way about someone it all ended up in heartbreak and hurt and mess.

“It’s true,” Brooke insists simply, but she doesn’t push it or overdo it- her statement is her statement, and Vanessa’s glad she’s letting it be.

The perfect score, being top of the leaderboard, everything Brooke’s said to her tonight- Vanessa’s on cloud nine. That is until the results show is filmed, and one of Vanessa’s worst fears about being on the show comes true.

“I can now reveal that the second couple in the dance-off and joining Yvie and Jaida are…”

Drum beat. Drum beat. Vanessa’s ribcage is tight and constricted, and she daren’t let herself relax even though their scores were so perfect, even though they did exactly what they’d set out to do because maybe their fans could get complacent, maybe they didn’t vote as much this week…

“Monet and Monique.”

Vanessa’s guts feel as if they’re plummeting to the floor. She breaks away from Brooke, cranes her neck and looks over at her friend whose spotlight has changed colour leaving both Monique and Monet bathed in a sickening red. Monique had told her their dance hadn’t gone great- they’d performed directly after her and Brooke, and the pressure of having to follow their perfect score had rattled Monet to the point where she’d made too many basic errors- but Vanessa didn’t for one second think they’d land in the bottom two. Monique catches her eye, gives her a helpless, sorrowful smile, and Vanessa feels her eyes fill with tears.

As the other dancers are led up to the Divinatorium to watch the couples, Vanessa and Akeria gravitate to each other like little magnets, take each other’s hands with grave faces and emotional eyes. Brooke rests a hand on her shoulder and leans down to whisper to her.

“It’ll be alright. Yvie got under 30, God love her. She’s great, but Monet’ll overshadow her. Monique isn’t out, don’t worry.”

Brooke can usually say all the right things to calm Vanessa down, but not this time. She, Akeria and Monique had been so excited the moment they found out they’d all have partners this year, and Vanessa remembers the drunken pact they’d made after the launch show that they’d be the last three standing in the competition, the best of the best. It had been a silly joke, but watching as Monique takes to the floor and holds Monet in her arms, it’s never meant so much to Vanessa to have her friend share this journey with her.

As the music begins and Vanessa watches Monet and Monique glide across the ballroom floor effortlessly as the sparkling glitterball casts its mirrors over their bodies, she feels Brooke wrap her arms around her from behind and rest her chin on her head. Without thinking they fall into a soft sway and even though Vanessa’s heart is still in her mouth- because the two girls can’t leave the competition yet, it’s not their time, and she, Monique and Akeria have to be in the final together- Brooke’s gentle rocking manages to ground her and calm her without her even having to say a single word. Vanessa thinks back to what she had said backstage, how much Brooke had completely lit up her heart, and she wonders if she truly meant it all. The song’s lyrics drift into Vanessa’s consciousness as she watches Monet lift Monique gently, spin her around like she’s the dancer twirling around in a music box.

“What you say you can’t take back, no takebacks, don’t take that back…‘cause your words mean the world to me…”

Vanessa feels like laughing. Ain’t that the truth.

Monet and Monique finish their dance well with only a couple of noticeable faults, and then Jaida and Yvie do their Tango once again. It wasn’t too strong the first time and the clear pressure that comes with being in the bottom doesn’t help Yvie, as she makes a few visible mistakes. If the judges have eyes, Vanessa knows they’ll save Monique and Monet. Then again…stranger things have happened on the show.

Michelle consoles both pairs as they take their places under another spotlight each on the dancefloor. Monique and Monet’s hands are joined together tightly, and Yvie has her arm around Jaida’s shoulders, a light smile of defeat on her lips as if she knows the result already.

“Judges, I am now going to ask for the name of the couple you want to save and take through to Musicals Week next week. Starting with Bianca.”

Bianca shuffles a few papers and fixes both couples with a calm stare that flips Vanessa’s internal organs. “Well Yvie, I think you’ll agree that there were a few mis-steps there that couldn’t really be ignored, and Monet, conversely, you managed to elevate your performance in the dance-off. So tonight, I’m saving Monet and Monique.”

Vanessa feels Akeria squeeze her hand, her grip damp from the nervous sweat on her palm.

“Shangela.”

Shangela frowns, a pained expression on her face. “I mean it’s hard, because both dances had some errors here and there. However I’m going to go with my gut and the person I think deserves to stay and improve is Yvie. So I’m saving Yvie and Jaida.”

Vanessa lets go of Akeria’s hand, brings both of her hands up to cup her cheeks and exhales heavily. As Kennedy is head judge her vote holds the most weight on the panel, and so Michelle next comes to Laganja.

“Yes, as Shangela said, neither was a perfect dance. But I personally think one couple managed to improve on their initial performance, and so tonight I’m saving Monet and Monique.”

Brooke squeezes Vanessa’s waist and holds her tightly as finally, Kennedy makes to cast her vote. Vanessa feels ill. She can only imagine what’s going through Monique’s mind as she stands in her character shoes, gripping Monet’s hand with her gaze very firmly locked on the floor.

“For me…it comes down to the connection between one couple in particular, and the emotion and the storytelling behind their routine. The couple I’m saving…is Monet and Monique.”

Vanessa melts out of Brooke’s arms and instead turns to hug Akeria, holding her as tightly as she’s holding Vanessa back and feeling her heartbeat through her chest. Vanessa feels Brooke put a light hand between her shoulder blades reassuringly, and the double dose of human contact helps bring Vanessa right down to earth from the rafters her sky-high anxiety levels had perched her up in. When the show ends, Yvie and Jaida share one final dance, and the others are allowed to invade the dancefloor and say goodbye, it’s not the eliminated couple Vanessa runs to but her cherished friend instead. Akeria joins them and the three of them hold each other and shed tears, relief not even being able to cut it.

It’s Yvie’s idea to go for drinks after the show- she’s happy even though she’s been knocked out, though Vanessa thinks that’s got something to do with the fact Scarlet has travelled up to watch her after all. So it’s a pleasant feeling when Vanessa finds herself clambering off the emotional rollercoaster she’s been strapped into all night and instead beginning to take on a more mellow form of happiness induced by the three pornstar martinis she’s managed to knock back so far. Even though they arrived at short notice the dancers and celebrities have all managed to secure a huge booth near the back of Revolution, where it’s dark and private and everyone else is too glammed-up and full of flavoured shots to notice a huddle of TV personalities. Vanessa looks fondly over at Brooke who’s dancing with Yvie, Scarlet, Jaida and Jackie who collectively are making her wonder how they’ve managed to lose the co-ordination and grace they show on TV every Saturday. Gigi and Crystal are on the other side of the booth, sitting close and having what looks to be a deep, meaningful heart to heart, and Jan, Monet and Asia are nowhere to be seen (either smoking area or bathrooms is Vanessa’s best guess).

Vanessa cheers as Monique returns to the booth with Akeria, carrying a stick of shots and a huge fishbowl of purple liquid respectively. The pair of them squash themselves down beside Vanessa and they grab a shot class each, toasting to them all surviving another week in the competition.

“I can’t lie, my heart was in my damn asshole when Michelle said your name,” Akeria points at Monique, her turn of phrase making Vanessa snort out half her drink.

“Excuse me! You were the one panicking? I was the one that had to dance the damn thing all over again!” Monique clutches at her chest incredulously. Vanessa wiggles her eyebrows at her friend.

“Well ain’t it lucky you and Monet have that connection that managed to save you.”

Akeria jumps on Monique’s bashful expression like a cat on a mouse. “Yeah, how’s that situation goin’? Seems okay by the looks of things.”

“We had a long chat on Tuesday,” Monique brushes a bit of hair out of her face and looks at her lap. “I was honest with my feelings and so was she. Turns out she actually really likes me back. Crazy, ain’t it? My actual real-life celebrity crush likes me like that.”

Vanessa and Akeria squeal excitedly, and Vanessa sips from the fishbowl as Akeria asks where this leaves them both.

“Well, we’re both just focussed on the competition just now. Need to beat both you bitches, don’t we?” Monique sticks her tongue out, tinged blue from all the cocktails she’s been drinking. “But we’ve been doin’ more cute stuff, not just all the nasty shit. She came round to mine the night before we got the train up here an’ we had some wine and watched a movie an’ just talked an’ cuddled.”

“Ugh, puke. I don’t know what’s worse, havin’ to hear about your rehearsal-room bangin’ or havin’ to hear about all the diabetes-inducing shit you do now you’re both all in your feels,” Akeria gags jokingly, and Vanessa chuckles as Monique pushes her friend, unimpressed. Suddenly, something seems to occur to Akeria. “So wait. Was it you two I heard this mornin’ then?”

Vanessa’s tipsy and she doesn’t want to keep Brooke a secret any longer, at least from her two best friends. So as Monique shakes her head, she grimaces and gives a slow shrug.

“Uh…I think I can answer that.”

Akeria blinks at her and Vanessa can practically see the cogs turning in her brain. Monique gets there first though, and she emits a high-pitched shriek that soars above the speakers and makes Gigi and Crystal jump about twenty feet in the air from across the booth. Vanessa frantically shushes her, and that’s when Akeria catches on.

“Oh my God. Oh my God. Lord Jesus. It was you an’ Brooke Lynn, wasn’t it? Tell me I’m right,” Akeria grabs Vanessa’s wrist, shaking her so excitedly and violently that even the table manages to shake too.

“You sorted your shit out? When?! Where is Jesus!” Monique squeaks at a pitch that, if Vanessa couldn’t make out herself, she would be convinced only dogs could hear.

“God, okay, it was after that night I came and stayed at yours. You know, when I kissed her and then she got weird with me and I told you both about it on the group chat,” Vanessa explains, starting from the very beginning. “Anyway it was that week we did the Argentine and it’s hard not to feel a way when you do that kinda dance, y’know? So it ended up happenin’ again an’ we actually talked this time. She told me she had this big crush on me, an’ obviously I felt the same. So…yeah. We’re…well, not together, but we’re a thing for sure.”

In the midst of Monique’s excited reaction, Akeria narrows her eyes. “What, when you did that Tango? Girl. That was what, a whole-ass week ago? More? Why’re we only just getting told about this?”

Vanessa pulls a face. “Well, we’re both trying to keep it low key. You know what happened with Kam, an’ I don’t wanna get too invested too fast. Plus if it gets into the papers…”

“That’s fair. Got it, girl. We’ll keep it all secret,” Akeria reassures her instantly, taking her hand and leaning into her side in her tipsy state. “This is dead cute, though. I’m happy for you, babe.”

Monique gasps in outrage. “Oh, so when Vanessa gets a girl it’s cute but when I get a girl you gag?”

“Yes. Because Vanessa don’t bang her girl on the rehearsal room floor,” Akeria frowns at her, and Vanessa explodes a laugh. She’s so full of love for her friends, and she’s beyond glad that tonight’s been her night. So when their song comes on over the speakers and Akeria starts yelling it out in her own off-key way, Vanessa drags them both up to join the clump of girls already on the dancefloor, and when she dances over to Brooke’s side she can’t help but feel a little warmth flow through her veins as Brooke’s vision sparkles at the sight of her.

They all end up dancing til closing time, and as they spill out onto the streets like the club has coughed them up Vanessa has to fight the drunken thoughts her mind is producing that are urging her to take Brooke’s hand on their walk back to the hotel. There could still be a camera anywhere, even at one in the morning, and Vanessa doesn’t want to risk the small beginnings of whatever it is she and Brooke are sharing.

Still, when they’re back in their hotel room they’re free to act as affectionately as they want, and Vanessa has never been more glad of the fact they’ve been given a double bed as they fall back against the mattress, giggling and kissing each other like the worst kind of honeymoon phase idiots the world has ever seen.

“Can’t be bothered to put m’ pyajamas on,” Brooke murmurs, her speech impeded by the espresso martinis she’s been drinking and the lethargy that’s rapidly taking over her. Vanessa laughs softly, turns over onto her side and tucks a strand of hair behind Brooke’s ear. Her lipstick is faded, one of her eyelashes is sticking up at the side, and there’s a little patch of smudged eyeliner at the corner of her eye, but Brooke’s still perfect to her.

“Jus’ sleep naked,” Vanessa says, attempting to sound seductive but getting betrayed by the yawn that escapes her mouth mid-sentence. Brooke laughs.

“You really know how to charm a woman into bed, Ms. Mateo,” she teases her, tapping her lightly on the nose with her finger. Vanessa bares her teeth at her, biting at the air and causing Brooke to dissolve into giggles.

“You’re a mess.”

“Hey, so are you!” Brooke laughs incredulously, and Vanessa has to concede. She watches as Brooke sighs wearily, sitting up against the pillows and pulling off her lashes one by one. Brooke leans over the side of the bed for the packet of makeup wipes in her bag and Vanessa can’t help but smack her butt that’s sticking in the air. Brooke responds by launching the makeup wipes at her, hitting her square in the face and causing the pair of them to burst out laughing again.

Vanessa takes out two wipes and hands one to Brooke, and somehow the pair of them end up taking each others’ makeup off, their hands swiping at each others’ faces haphazardly like faulty windscreen wipers on an old car.

“This is the worst facial I’ve ever had,” Vanessa jokes disdainfully, and Brooke waggles her eyebrows.

“I’ll give you a facial later.”

Vanessa snorts ungracefully as Brooke breaks out into a ridiculous grin and ends up with the makeup wipe in her mouth. “Shut the hell up!”

They eventually end up in their pyjamas, but not before Brooke gives Vanessa the world’s worst striptease (Brooke attempting to take her pants off but instead getting them caught around her ankles and falling onto the floor, rendering Vanessa incapable of speech during a laughing fit that lasts a solid five minutes). Vanessa’s not sure what time it is when they finally turn off the lights, get under the covers and sleepily wrap themselves around each other, but she knows it’s pitch black outside and the seagulls are silent and she can just about hear the waves crashing onto the beach if she listens hard enough.

She’s so busy trying to hear the sea against the shore that she doesn’t register Brooke is saying something until she hears the tailend of her sentence, only aware Brooke’s lips have been moving against her skin when they stop.

Vanessa stretches a little. “Hm?”

She feels herself melt as Brooke pulls her closer, hugs her tighter and shakes her head a little. “Doesn’t matter. Night, ‘Ness.”

“Night, Brooke Lynn.”

It’s only once Vanessa is ever so close to falling asleep that she feels as if something was missing, like she wanted to say something more- but the words elude her and she is too tired to think too much about it, so she lets herself be carried off to sleep in Brooke’s arms, comfortable and relaxed inside and out.

#rpdr fanfiction #ortega #bet you look good on the dancefloor #strictly au #lesbian au #branjie #background momo #background scyvie #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #akeria davenport #monique heart #monet x change #yvie oddly #jaida essence hall

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The Get Together (Jeno)

Pairing - Non-idol*Lee Jeno x FemaleBlack*Reader, College au

Genre - smut, fluff

Warning - sexual content, enemies to lovers, slight praisekink, pretty explicit language

W.count - 5.4k

Sneak peek-“H-hold up,” I slightly push him off, “Let’s get this straight, just because we’re about to fuck does not mean that I like you now. It just means that I need some dick and you’re the only one around at this very second, ok.” I say in between breaths.

“Ok, whatever you say.” He states smugly

“Fuck you.”

“Oh please believe baby, you’re about to do just that.”

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Lee Jeno, the most infuriating, egotistic, frown-inducing asshole was here, and it had me questioning why the fuck I was also in attendance. Let me start from the beginning. I was just a girl suckered into coming to a get together between my group of friends, the starting girls volleyball team, and his group of friends, the starting boys basketball team. This had already been planned for a while now, and because we were busy with preparing for the semi-finals it had been postponed for a month and ever since the beginning I knew I didn’t want to go just because of him.

“Come onn y/n, pleasseee just for me this one time pleassee. I know you and Jeno have this unadulterated hatred against each other but I want to hang out with them because they seem like cool people.” My best friend and blocker, Joy, stated whilst violently shaking me.

“No Joy, I’ve already made up my mind, I will not go and that’s final,” I rolled my eyes. “Also don’t act like you want to go to hang out with everyone, we all know you just want to get closer to Chenle, you’re not fooling anyone.”

“Yea Joy, we all know you have a crush on him, so I agree with y/n on this one.” At that Joy became flustered whilst fixing a pout on her face.

“Buttt y/n I also agree with Joy, I really want to go, and while you do hate Jeno you don’t hate us so do this for us please.” Chungha, the decoy, stated while tightening her ponytail.

“Yea Cap. we’ve been working our asses off this entire season and I’m almost failing AP Chem. I need a break.” Our libero Hwasa commented.

The other wing spiker Mei strolled into the room “You guys it’s almost time coach is about to call us so can we decide this now?”

“Why don’t we make a bet.” The setter, Luci, calmly stated. Making sure everyone was paying attention she stated, “If y/n can score fifteen points this game then she doesn’t have to go, but if she doesn’t make the points then she has to attend. How does that sound?”

Everyone looked towards me to get the answer. “Fine. I’ll do it, but when I score a whole round don’t say anything. Come on ladies it’s showtime.”

“I shouldn’t have promised shit.” I grumbled when I found out I missed the mark by one point. All the other girls were screaming from enjoyment while I was beginning to sulk once I truly realized what I had gotten myself into.

“Come on it’ll be fun I promise. You don’t even have to pay attention to Jeno, I'll be right there, we all will.” Joy expressed.

“Ok but when is the trip to hell?” I questioned already mentally putting together my outfit

“It’s next Friday. Ahhh I can’t wait, I'm so excited.” Chungha practically bounced on her feet. While I figured that it might not be that bad.

“I swear on my life that I will murder Jeno.” I exclaim while I forcefully throw my bag on the couch next to a startled Joy.

“What did he do now?”

“Ok so this morning had gone particularly well, I woke up early enough to do a bantu crown and fix my curls and not just wear a messy bun to class. I felt so good that I even decided to dress up for class.”, I say as I gesture to my outfit which consisted of a cropped hoodie with a tommy hilfiger sports bra and semi baggy pants with my tommy underwear band showing.

“I was even able to stop for coffee and a cream cheese and ham bagel, I also sat down and talked to Jaemin and tried to express my concern for the coffee of the dead he was drinking at the time. That good mood went to shit when I got to my political science elective with Jeno.” I explained to Joy as what happened came rushing back to me.

It was my second to last class and I was still thriving until he came in with his latest fangirl at his feet trailing behind him. The girl was desperately trying to get him to go out with him, he looked like he would do just about anything to get her to go away, and my dumbass made the mistake of snickering. He turned to me with a hard glare that would make anyone piss their pants and all of a sudden his eyes lit up like he had just figured out the key to life and not gonna lie that freaked me out. Before I could turn away he rushed over and dragged me out of my seat.

“I don’t want to go out with you because I’m already dating her.”

I whipped my head so fast that I’m surprised I didn’t break my neck. “What the hell you talkin’ bout willis?”

“There’s no way you’re going out with her for one and for two she doesn’t even know your name babe like who the fuck is willis.”

“Woah lady excuse me-”

“What the fuck you mean by I wouldn’t go out with her?” Jeno fumed, “I’d rather go out with her than your basic ass. Get the fuck away from me, now.”

I stood there dumbfounded because I had never seen Jeno look so mad in my life, and I should know since I make him angry a lot, but before I could finish my thoughts Jeno did something that I would never imagine he’d do in my life.

HE KISSED ME.

All I felt were his soft lips against mine. His lips felt slightly cool yet so smooth. I found myself kissing him back slowly, losing myself(but I didn’t tell them that)-

“Woah he did WHAT!”

“He kissed you, are you serious?” Joy and now Chungha, who had just made it back from work, exclaimed at the same time.

“Yes he kissed me, but that’s not all.” I said while trying to get back to the story.

He broke away and fixed his eyes on the girl in front of us, and he said something I couldn't comprehend and the next thing I know I feel something cold being poured on me and something plop on my hair.

“The bitch had poured her fucking drink and squeezed out her cupcake on my head.” I told them.

I turn to Jeno with the fiercest look I could possibly mutter. “Do you realize how much I want to kill you right now?”, I all but yelled in his face, I wanted to say more but the teacher walked into class.

“UGHHHH I promise if I didn’t love you guys I would so bail on this stupid get together.”

Chungha suggests having a movie night with all of the girls as a way to apologize. “Fine but since I have to wash my hair now you guys have to buy my products for me when I run out next time.” I point at both of them while staring into both of their eyes.

“Deal.” They both agree.

Tonight is the night of the get together and even though I don’t want to go I’m gonna look good while regretting my life choices. I pin my hair to the side since I feel like that would go best with the vibe I have going on, then putting on my leather jacket that completes my outfit of a rose embroidered slightly cropped shirt and high waisted red elastic overalls with the belts hanging down, I start to head out of my room to meet up with Chungha and Joy in the living room.

“Ok are y’all ready so we can head out, I’m trying to get in and get out so that I can get this night over with.” I tell them as I pass both of their rooms, getting ready to walk out of the apartment. They both walk out looking fine as hell, and we all take a second to survey each other. Then Joy’s phone pings, “The girls said they’ll meet us at the boy’s place.”

“Ok someone get me directions. AUTOBOTS ROLL OUT.”

Since we’re caught up now let's continue shall we?

“Great so now that everyone is here, let's begin.” Donghyuck or as he’s better known on campus as, Haechan said seemingly being in charge of everything. To anyone else it would’ve seemed boring garnering that there were no drugs and alcohol because we were all athletes and were currently in season and there was no loud music to make your ears bleed, but it was enough for us. Not to lie it was actually quite fun as long as I pretended Jeno wasn’t there. I even saw Joy and Chenle cuddling in the corner of the couch.

But after all of the karaoke and twister and card games had calmed down we were left in a calm silence, and I saw this as the perfect chance to try and leave.

“So tonight was fun but I think I’m just gonn-”

“No, don’t leave yet, we haven’t even gotten to the best part.” Donghyuck smirked and started to walk to his room only to come back with a small box. “Anyone up for truth or dare?”

“Come on Hyuck really, how old do you think we are?” Renjun stated while looking up from his phone at Donghyuck.

He smirked evilly, “Oh no my son this isn’t regular truth or dare. See this has a catch and you’ll see once everyone agrees to play.” He states while daring everyone to say yes. A chorus of various forms of agreement are heard throughout the room. Donghyuck takes a seat while telling us all to get in a circle and he places a bottle in the middle.

“You see these.”, he proceeds to shake the box in his hands, “These are dirty dice and if you refuse to answer a truth or do a dare then you have to roll them, and whoever gave you the question has to do what the dice say to you.”

“Haechan what the fuck-”

“Oh come on Luci, if you want I could give you a dare right now and we could demonstrate how this is supposed to go?” He offers cunningly with a smirk. Everyone knows they used to hook up for a while back but for some reason they never got together, but the tension between them was almost palpable.

“Ok I’m down.”

“Let’s do it.” Jaemin and Mei both agreed and glanced at each other.

Hwasa offered to spin the bottle first and it landed on Chenle.

“Truth or Dare?”

Everyone has had a go at the bottle, and currently Jeno, Jaemin, and Mark are shirtless all for different reasons. Chenle and Luci have hickey’s up and down their necks(not from each other), everyone knows that Mei likes rough yet passionate sex, and Hwasa has had her boobs caressed by Mark. Also that if I was a boy and had to fuck one of the girls I’d fuck Chungha and Joy, and they both have had to kiss each other while Chungha was sitting on Renjun’s lap, so it’s safe to say that everybody is under immense amounts of sexual frustration. Donghyuck was currently in the process of completing his punishment.

“Ok Hyuck since you didn’t want to answer your truth then you have to let Luci lick whip cream off of your nipples because I’m sure as hell not about to.” Jeno says with a smirk and a nod in Luci’s direction. You could see the immense blush on both of their faces.

“Uh-h-uhh” Luci stuttered.

“Just do it, I'm fine with it.” Donghyuck states with care and understanding in his voice while he sat beside Luci.

She hesitantly leaned toward him and slowly laid him down. She leaned over him and slightly let her tongue venture outside of her mouth and to the sweet white cream on his chest. The first couple of licks were sort of kitten licks due to the tension and the anxiousness in the room. Soon she made it past the whipped cream down to his nipple and she began to lick the access off and Donghyuck’s moans started to gradually increase in volume, until that was all that you could hear. His sweet whiny moans gave Luci confidence and let her know that she was doing a good job. And by the time she started to kiss her way over to the other nipple Donghyuck was whimpering and withering on the ground and you could see his boner start to form. The temperature in the room had increased exponentially by the time she had gotten done.

Mark cleared his throat, “Uhh Haechan do you uhm wanna go handle, that.” He said while gesturing to his boner currently poking through his pants, but he was too busy staring at Luci to listen to a word Mark was saying. Hyuck then stood up and grabbed Luci’s hand, “Come with me.” Him and Luci marched all the way back to his room where he slammed the door and all you could hear was our breathing.

“Well that just happened so I think it's time- Woah what the fuck?” Chungha stopped talking and that made everyone pay attention to where she was looking only to see Joy and Chenle making out on the couch. Vigorously. Then soft grunts and moans were heard from Jaemin and Mei. ‘When the fuck did that happen?’ I think to myself.

“Ok since all of you are some horny children I’m about to take my ass to Mark’s room goodnight.” Hwasa stated while she stood up and walked to Mark’s room, but what she didn’t know was that I saw her wink at Mark to which he claimed to have to ‘use the bathroom.’

So here I was stuck in the middle of sex crazed lunatics sexually frustrated as fuck with no one to do anything with, oh and did I mention I was stuck with Jeno.

“Fuck this I’m just about to head out, they can text me in the morning when they need to be picked up.”, I stated while getting my keys about to walk out the door, “I hope they use protection.”

“Hey.” Jeno calls, “Let me go to your apartment.”

“What the fuck, no why can’t you stay here?”

“Because I won’t be able to get any sleep with all of this,” he gestures around the house, “going on.”

“Not my problem, bye.”

“Come on please.” He begs in aegyo.

“Ahhh stop stop now don’t do that bullshit again. Fine you can come just don’t ever do that I almost threw up.” I yell while grimacing.

“Thanks y/n you’re so kind.” He smiles with his eye smile.

Getting in the car and buckling my seatbelt I turn toward him and say, “Ok when we get to the house you can sleep in either Chungha or Joy’s room idc but just don’t say anything to me ok.” He nods his head and clicks his seatbelt. The entire drive back I was trying to be discreet while I rub my legs together. No matter how much I play it off, what went down at their house greatly affected me and now it was affecting my underwear, and Jeno’s cologne was not helping at all because it smelt so damn good and manly. I just hope he didn’t notice, all I have to do when I get to the house is just hop in the shower and then I can handle myself.

“Hey y/n.” Jeno said out of nowhere scaring me.

“What I thought we agreed not to talk to each other.” I said keeping my eyes on the road, but I could feel his eyes boring into the side of my head.

“When we get to the house do you want to continue the game?”

I almost swerve the car out of pure shock. ‘What the hell did he just ask me?’ And I don’t know if it’s because of the thrill of what he just offered or if it’s because I’m just that sexually frustrated and it’s making me delusional, but I pull up to the apartment building and once I park I look at him.

“Why do you want to continue the game?” I questioned

“I just want to, do you?” He looks at me with his eyes and what seems to be his heart on full display.

“Fine.” I then get out of the car and walk toward the building and then proceed to walk up to the elevator. I notice Jeno is right beside me and we get in the elevator without a word and press the floor. We make it up to the apartment and I tell Jeno to turn around so that I can type in the password. Walking into the house feels as if I’m walking to my death and I get this feeling deep inside and it brings so much anxiety.

“Ok lets continue.” I say to Jeno while I look at him.

“Truth or dare?” He questions while pulling the dice out of his pocket.

“Dare.”

“I dare you to masterbate right here right now.”

I think about it but then I just say ‘Fuck it.’ Pulling my pants down I nervously worm my hands down to my underwear and I immediately feel just how wet I am and that causes a moan to fly out of my mouth and I start to work myself up.

Rubbing my finger around my clit I feel that little tingle that comes from it and it is enlivening. I feel myself get wetter over time and then the moans start to bubble up until they are uncontrollable.

I feel like something is burning into and I realize that I got so into it that I forgot that Jeno was watching me do this to myself. I didn’t know I was this horny but I was too far gone. I had already started and I wasn’t gonna stop anytime soon.

“Ahh f-fuck, Jeno mm truth or dare?”

“...Truth.”

I take my hand deeper into my underwear and stick a finger inside. The penetration although not much made my moans come out even louder and I wanted more, so I asked the unthinkable, “J-jeno do you want to f-fuckk me.” It was like I had set off a bomb that released him from his cage because the next thing I know he was all over me.

“Fuck kitten it’s about time you asked.”

“H-hold up,” I slightly push him off, “Let’s get this straight, just because we’re about to fuck does not mean that I like you now. It just means that I need some dick and you’re the only one around at this very second, ok.” I say in between breaths.

“Ok, whatever you say.” He states smugly

“Fuck you.”

“Oh please believe baby, you’re about to do just that.”

He started to take off the rest of my clothes while kissing my neck until he found my sweet spot. “Ah yes r-right there please.”

He grabs the hand that was in my underwear and holds it up.

“Damn kitten you’re soaked. Is this for me?” He states while staring me in my eyes.

“No.”

“Aw that’s too bad because maybe if it was you would’ve gotten a prize.” He says working his way down my neck to my breasts. He starts to slowly rotate them while putting gentle kisses around the nipple.

“Hmmg stop teasing you asshole.”

“Baby, I don’t really think you’re in a position to tell me what to do.” He says while holding up his hand after running it up my slit.

“Mmm like you have any room to talk.” I say while motioning to his clear erection. Deciding I’ve had enough of his shit I flip us around so that I’m on top. I look at his shocked face and say “You were taking too long for me.”

I start to palm his dick over his pants while my other hand works on unbuttoning them.

“Shit that feels so good.” He says while slowly rotating his hips.

I take my hands and push his pants and his underwear down at the same time, and when his penis pops up to slap his stomach which I then notice is bare my mouth slightly waters. I haven’t had sex in a long time because I’ve been too invested in college and volleyball, so to say that I would kill for some dick right now wouldn’t be too far off.

I slip his dick in my mouth and start to give him possibly the best head of his life. If his high pitched yelps of my name say anything.

“Ah-uh-h s-s-shit right there FUCK yes, suck that dick baby.”

I take my tongue and slowly caress his dick in my mouth from as far as I can reach to the very tip and I tease his slit. What my mouth can’t reach, I massage with my hands. Then I destroy his life by taking him all the way into my mouth bottoming out on his dick.

I feel Jeno clutch my hair and tense up trying not to thrust into my mouth.

“Y-you must be so hungry for my cock kit-kitten, you’re doing so well baby.” He says while rubbing my head

I feel my spit building up in my mouth so I back off a little and swallow while still around his cock and he almost has an aneurysm. He immediately takes me from around his mouth.

“Stop, if you had kept going I would’ve cum and I never cum that quick baby.” he says gingerly patting my head while looking into my eyes and running his thumb over my bottom lip. “Look at you kitten, you look so innocent, but with a mouth like that you’re anything but.”

I don’t know what it was whether it be his praises that sent shivers down my back or was it the way he was looking at me, but at that second I felt as if I was seeing him in a new light and it slightly scared me because I’ve never seen him in any other way than with hatred.

He looked so beautiful with his freshly flushed face and his moans that still rung in my ears and the taste of his pre-cum still on my tongue. It was then that my mind decided to remind me of our kiss shared earlier this week and for the first time since it happened I didn’t get heated in anger but in somethin-.

NO what the fuck am I thinking, I hate him and I’m pretty sure he isn’t feeling like this now just from some head.

Y/n calm the fuck down. I look away from him as quickly as I possibly can and clear my throat, “Uh yea so can we just like move along please?”

I think he senses my change in moods but he doesn’t say anything. “Ok cool we can totally do that kit-”

“Oh and can you also stop with the pet names.” He looked slightly hurt but agreed nonetheless.

“Let's move this to the bedroom ba-y/n.”

I can tell that what I’ve said has slightly ruined the mood but that won’t stop me, so as soon as we enter my room I push him onto the bed after I grab a condom from a shoe box under my bed.

“I want to be on top.” I say while straddling him and rolling the condom onto him, and he agrees while stating that it’s whatever I want. I take his dick and rub my wet folds against his dick slowly grinding on it past my soaked hole but not yet putting it in and you can tell it’s pure torture for him.

“Come on y/n stop teasing.”, and he slightly thrusts up as a warning.

“Mmh nope I don’t think I want to do that, this feels pretty ahh nice.” You could see the anger and irritation in his eyes. The next time you rub near your hole Jeno sits up and grabs your hips forcefully and slams you down on him basically impaling you.

The whimper/scream that was forced out sounded downright inhumane in the most wanton way. You looked utterly fucked out right then and there and he hadn’t even moved yet.

He slowly moved your hips to gyrate on him in an act of trying to get you used to the stretch before he lifted you up and slammed you back down again.

“OH fuck baby, mmh shit you feel heavenly.”, he groaned in your ear smaking your ass, “You had me so fuckin’ twisted thinking I was just about to sit here and let you tease me like that and not strike back. Now you ride this cock like a good little kitten or I’ll make you do it myself.”

You whimpered and proceeded to grind yourself against his pelvis. His dick reached spots that had never even been tapped before. You felt him everywhere. The encouraging kisses that he laid on your breasts followed by some of the darkest hickies you’ve ever had. Suddenly Jeno delivered a thrust that made you hop up and he kept giving them back to back nonstop.

“Yea my kitten likes that huh, I own this hole baby. Tell me who it belongs to.”

When I didn’t answer he decided to take matters into his own hands. Next thing I knew he had me face down ass up giving me just about all the power he could muster in his hips.

“I don’t know if you heard me but let me repeat myself and this is the only time but I said who does this belong to.” He stated.

‘You’

I didn’t reply. When he didn’t hear an answer he stopped. “No, no no no ugh fuckk don’t stop please don’t stop.” I plead while working my hips trying to get some sort of friction.

“No, you don’t get shit.” He said while starting to get off of the bed.

“Why do you want me to say that so badly? Why can’t we just fuck this one time with no strings and then go back to hating each other tomorrow?”

“Because y/n I like you ok, hell I would even say love. Look I don’t know when hate started to turn into like, but once it did it was too late to do anything about it so I just kept playing along with you because that’s the only way you would talk to me.”

“...mmsdhjvuyhm.”

“What?”

“Midnfbvud.”

“What y/n I can’t understand you, look if you don’t like me back I understand but don’t do this and just let me go sleep in another room tonig-”

“I SAID, it’s yours- I’m yours..” I said looking away flustered. He walked toward me and held my head up and with his beautiful eye smile said, “And I’m yours.”

He kissed me and it was as if nothing had ever felt as right as this, his lips moulded to mine. He proceeded to lay me down whilst still kissing me softly yet passionately.

“Damn kitten you don’t know what you do to me. Now where were we?”

He inserted his dick into me and I swear it felt even better than last time. We kept eye contact while he moved in me, albeit slower, but each thrust left me wanting more and more. Something about this felt different then when we first started. I don’t know what it was but as my hands wandered all over his body feeling his protruding muscles and I looked into his gentle eyes that leaked nothing but love and I felt as if we were one.

Grunting, Jeno asked, “ Is this enough for you baby, do you like the way I make love to you.”

“Yes oh my god yes. It feels so good, I-I feel you in every part of me.”

“Fuck don’t say that...because I won’t be able to hold back kitten.”

“Who..was asking you to?”

At that Jeno started to roughly pound into me. His thrusts were so strong that I felt the bed moving with us.

“Ffuck see this is what you do to me, you make me want to destroy you.” He grabs my ass so roughly that I’m sure there will be marks tomorrow.

“J-jen ahh I’m a-abou to uhghh cum.” I say barely being able to get my words out.

“I’m almost there too baby just wait a sec.” He mumbles into my neck. I start to feel his pants and I feel his hips stutter. Clenching onto his arms, trying not to dig my nails so deep that it draws blood I lock my legs around his waist and squeeze my walls to help him get there faster.

“Cum with me Jeno I can’t hold it any longer.”

Jeno looks into my eyes and rubs his hand against my cheek and says,“Ok my sweet kitten you can let it go.”

It was as if my body was on cloud 11 and I didn’t want to come down. A broken scream was released from my mouth and I tried reaching for the closest thing I could find, anything, everything.

Jeno thrusts one last time while cumming into the condom. He stands up off of the bed and walks over to the trash in my bathroom and ties the condom before throwing it away. Walking back to the bed he sees me get up and almost fall so he rushes over to help me.

“What are you doing standing up right now? What is it I’ll get it for you?” he urges.

“Uhh I’m pretty sure you can’t help me pee Jeno.” I chuckle in amusement.

“Oh ok well just make sure to be careful.”

I finish doing my business and make my way back to the room to see Jeno flicking through Netflix and it’s then that I realize that I’m naked so I try and hide myself so he can’t see.

“I’m pretty sure that it doesn’t matter that I see you naked now since we did just have sex, and I’ll be seeing a lot more of you now that you’re my girlfriend.” He smirks while still scrolling, “But if you’re uncomfortable with that then I understand.”

I clear my throat and make my way out of the room. I come back in with his shirt on and see his getting ready to say something until he sees me and then he blushes.

“W-why are you w-wearing my shirt?” He stutters, not looking at my way.

“Because I can, can’t I? Also I don’t ever remember you asking me to be your girlfriend, I’m waiting.” I smugly look in his eyes, “Look who’s shy now.” I say climbing into bed next to him.

“I- uhh.” He scratches the back of his neck out of anxiety. “Do you want to be my girlfriend?” He smiles nervously

“I don’t know Jeno, why should I?” I say in an attempt to scare him, He simpers and turns to hover over me, “Because I just gave you the best dick of your life that’s why.”

I look at him incredulously, “Some one’s cocky. Are you sure about that statement?”

“Do I need to recall you begging me not to stop. ‘oHhH jEnO PlEaSe DoNt sToP aHH AhH-’”, I start to smack his arm and push him off of me trying to hide my smile.

“Shut UP I swear, see that’s why I’m not gonna be your girlfriend.”

“Noo baby I’m sorry ok, please do me the honor of dating me I promise not to mock you again.” He says trying to stop laughing and giving me puppy dog eyes.

“Hmph, you act like you didn’t want this, do I need to recall you huh?” He hurriedly shakes his head.

Jeno looks down sadly and asks,“Are you really not gonna date me now?”

I have no choice but to swoon at how cute he was and I can’t help but to question his duality. “Oh my god you’re so cute, and of course I’ll date you.” I say holding his face up to look at me, and I peck his lips for added assurance.

“Ok let’s watch a movie. I wanna cuddle, I'm tired.” I say as I snuggle into his chest.

#nct #nct smut #00 line #lee jeno #jeno x reader #jeno smut #nct dream #poc reader #college au #non idol au #truth or dare #MY STORIES

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“The Album” by BLACKPINK: Album Review

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　How You Like That　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Overall, I didn’t mind How You Like That, but, like most people, I didn’t quite like the production. I feel like it could’ve been improved a lot with a little bit more of a bass-filled undertone-ish thing. I was also a bit critical of the way it started out as a sort of... sad-sounding (albeit a bit plain) song... and then went into badassery. And lastly for the negative aspects, the whole cultural appropriation thing with the statue of Ganesh kind of irked me, although that had more to do with the music video than the song itself and I doubt was on the girls.

(Little rant on that: Who was like “let’s put this statue of Ganesh here” without thinking it would be a good day to know a thing about Ganesh? I’m so........)

On the upside, I loved the actual vocals and rap (especially Lisa’s part and the “Look at you, now look at me”s). I just felt like they belonged in different songs, and the production didn’t link them together. However, I really actually liked the way the chorus’s instrumental was, contrary to most people’s opinions.

7/10

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　Ice Cream (w/ Selena Gomez)　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Eh. Wouldn’t listen to this for fun, but just because it isn’t my taste. The one thing I did like was Rose’s parts (and the way the instrumental changed during Lisa’s part was cool), but other than that... It just wasn’t my cup of 🍵tea🍵. I... Ok, there is no respectful way to say this, fuck those little whistle things in the back. They remind me of... Kahoot or some shit. Something I would make at age 9. And all the high-pitched vocals also weren’t my thing. Now that I’m thinking about it again, I kind of liked the lyrics. They weren’t as bad as people acted like they were. At least they meant something. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

4/10

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　Pretty Savage　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

By far my favorite song off the album. The production was great, the delivery was great, everything was great although I’m not a huge fan of the “oh-oh-oh”s. Other than that, it’s all... Perfect.

10/10

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　Bet You Wanna (ft. Cardi B)　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

This song wasn’t totally my style, but it would’ve been ok without Cardi B. I guess... She’s just a bad person. So songs with her in them are always difficult for me to enjoy. It’s cool the collab happened, but not really. I also didn’t really like her verse, it just didn’t seem right in the song. I would’ve liked the song more without it. :/

Even without the verse, this was kind of a song that reeked of potential but that wasn’t quite right. So I guess... I kind of liked it?

6/10

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　Lovesick Girls　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

This is my second favorite song on the album probably, only because Pretty Savage was an uncontrollable bop (that word *semi-ironic sksksksksking*). The “born to be alone” seemed kind of generic, but I really liked the rap especially. The music video was also really cool. It reminded me of the “Stay” M/V.

The guitars had a nice 2NE1 style to them (so did Pretty Savage. I guess I just like the 2NE1 style a lot lol).

I also feel like even though the song wasn’t upbeat, it was a pretty complex song, and typically when those have a... I guess I call it the “clearance”, where the beat gets less complex and someone just sings in a pure style close to the closing part of the song. I’m sure there’s a real word for it. As I was saying, I feel like sometimes clearances in an otherwise complex song are not my thing, but I liked how it was done here. Also, the lyrics were pretty good.

9/10

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　Crazy Over You　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Another favorite! The instrumental... Oh my God 😳 so many levels of amazing. I really liked the opening, it set a good scene. Also, I felt like this song was a good showcase of Lisa’s style. Really, just... Everything about this was so cool. I haven’t payed much attention to the lyrics so I can’t say this factually, but it really had a yandere vibe to it, and considering how much of a shitbag that YanSim guy is, the term “yandere” needs a new image hehehehe~

I think I was rather critical of How You Like That for having too many parts that didn’t sound like they belonged together, and while I did kind of feel that for some parts of Crazy Over You, I mainly actually appreciated the diverse styles that repeated throughout the song.

8/10

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　Love To Hate Me　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

At first, this seemed way too generic, with the clapping sounds (is that the word? Lmfao this review has me noticing how many dumb terms I use in my heard which probably aren’t even that accurate). As soon as those sounds sped up, I was like, oh shit, it’s about to keep being generic by leading up to the generic-ass chorus with this...

But then that didn’t happen! And I really liked the way the chorus part was formed! Kind of made me visualize a sort of canyon of sound (more wack terminology) at first... I’ll admit that vision got a bit crushed by the next part, but it was cool while it lasted.

The chorus and the section around it was my favorite, and also the rap... I’m really appreciating the rap on this album, lol.

8/10

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　You Never Know　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

While I do feel like the album needed a song like You Never Know and I think it was a good decision to make it the closing song, I probably wouldn’t listen to this on my own time, you know? There was a lot of talent in it, but it seemed like the typical high-note-filled kind of sad bright white and pastel pink and blue (lol trans pride uwu) song... Yeah that doesn’t make sense, but hopefully anyone who reads this understands the style of song I am describing.

7/10

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* 　Overall, The Album　 *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

Average score: 7.375/10. I guess this sums up the quality of the songs, but I would actually give this album a 7.5 or 8 out of ten. My little BLINK heart went crazy when I saw the tracklist poster, because although there are only 8 songs, we’ve waited a long time for this and it made me very happy and no I did not cry what are you talking about shut up.

I also really liked the arrangement of the songs, and I liked that Jisoo and Jennie had credits on the lyrics and Jennie did some of the production. 🥺

I really enjoyed the album. 🖤💟

#blackpink #song review #album review #the album

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boxofcaringlove · 4 years

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I post this in three parts because it’s very long. PART TWO | PART THREE

Might include some spoilers, if you haven’t played the game. Feel free to change the sentence.

❝I bet your parents didn’t like you much, ‘cause your name sucks.❞

❝This can’t be happening… [name] lost?❞

❝I had the feeling, the first time I saw you, but I just wasn’t sure.❞

❝Consider it a gift! In honor of us finally meeting!❞

❝Score for [name]! I’m up one.❞ ❝Where did you learn to count!? We’re even.❞

❝[name] said that guy’s my father... What the hell’s going on, [name]!?❞ ❝His logic is sound... I had a hunch myself.❞

❝The thing you don’t know is, she tried to save you, too. She kept searching and searching... Until it killed her.❞

❝But we will feast on your flesh, and gnaw on your bones!❞

❝Those are two of the most badass woman in the world. And I only know one other guy who can defeat ‘em...❞

❝His research wasn’t half bad. Came in handy.❞

❝Listen, I’m gonna find [name] and [name]. Bring them in on this.❞

❝If you could defeat [name]... then I never would have dreamed of using that child.❞

❝What am I doin’, wasting my time here? He’s got this.❞

❝Wow, no sign of him. Nothing.❞

❝Hey douchebag, miss me?❞

❝But to win this fight, we’re going to need all the help we can get.❞

❝They’re brothers? Why are they fighting each other?❞ ❝To see one's justice through, a man must fight for it. Even if the one who stands before him is his kin.❞

❝If you wanna bitch, blame it on [name].❞

❝Cash up front? This, I like.❞

❝Then, can I have this office? Because I’ve been thinking it’s almost time for me to settle down somewhere.❞ ❝No, I don’t think so. I rather quite like it.❞

❝Oh, I hate to spoil your dreams, ladies, but that shit ain’t gonna happen. See, there’s this deed to this place, and I have it.❞

❝Perfect timing... Now we’re startin’ to act like a team.❞

❝How many times have we fought?❞ ❝Hard to say. It’s the only memory I have of us since we were kids.❞

❝I know this is hard. You must listen to me. Be a big boy... a man, huh? If I don’t return, you must run. By yourself, alone. You must change your name. Forget your past and start a new life as someone else.❞

❝What!? C’mon, you don’t think I can handle this gig on my own?❞

❝You should not underestimate this demon.❞

❝I know you hate [name], but you can’t kill your own father.❞

❝You look you need a hug, but you’re not gonna get one from me.❞

❝Well, well... O king of stench and filth. I’m impressed!❞

❝Merely human. Petulant mortal flesh. Cursed... the moment you were brought into this world.❞

❝Now, he needs an ass-kicking... But I can’t have you go kill your old man.❞

❝So he was behind all this. Your own flesh and blood.❞ ❝Right again.❞

❝I’m cookin’. Any special orders?❞

❝Hey, honey. Need assistance?❞

❝Don’t crap yourself. He likes to kill demon things.❞

❝That’s all right, superstar, go on with your bad self.❞

❝What the hell’s your problem!? Where’d you learn to drive!?❞

❝”Not gonna die”, my ass. That bitch slap nearly killed me.❞

❝Yeah, well, that’s a lovely story and all, but... as long as we know where to find him.❞

❝Now that’s a familiar tune... Do you have any idea how many times I’ve heard that exact same line?❞

❝Who dares interfere?❞

❝[name]’s kin... But you’re nothing more than an empty shell with no power. You are as weak as your flesh, human❞

❝Didn’t your mother ever teach you it’s not nice to steal?❞

❝Well that’s all you had to say, Mr. Poetry.❞

❝Can’t let a boy... do a man’s job.❞

#sentence starters #devil may cry #devil may cry 5 #dmc #dmc 5

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holidaywishes · 5 years

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i think i might love you

Requested: 👍

Summary/Request: can you do something with t segs about him being best friends with a small shy nerdy, not your typical blonde hair bombshell type girl and him realizing he’s in love with her💗

Warning: fluff, maybe some swearing

masterlist

“Why are you so awful at this?!” you yelled to Tyler while the two of you played NHL 19, “isn’t this like your thing?”

“No, actually, it’s not!” he laughed, “they’re very different things. I’m not on the ice!”

“Whatever, you still suck”

“Maybe I’m just letting you win...”

“Yeah right!” you scoffed as you scored another goal before celebrating, “HA! BOOM! I win. I always win! What do I get this time?”

“Who said you get anything?” he said as he got up to walk into the kitchen

“We made a bet, sourpuss,” you followed Tyler into the kitchen, “so...?”

“I’ll pay for your dinner” he said, rolling his eyes dramatically

“Wow, what a treat” you teased and pushed him out of the way so you could grab a glass from his cabinet.

“You’re damn right it’s a treat” he returned

“How about something a little more... out of the ordinary...” Tyler gave you a confused glare and you waited in silence for him to say something, “it’s not like you’ve never paid for my dinner before. If all I get for beating your ass is a lousy dinner than I’m gonna have to stop wasting my time around here”

“What is it you want then?” he asked curiously

“Hmm.. well there’s a world of possibilities Seguin,” you mused, “how about... helicopter tour? concert in Vegas? introduce me to Captain America?”

“I met Chris Evans once, we’re not exactly buddy buddy...”

“Call in a favour”

“Sorry can’t do that”

“Okay.. well.. I don’t know.. OH WAIT! Take me to a Pens game!”

“A Pens game? why?”

“Uhm to watch them win... duh”

“Aren’t you supposed to be cheering for me? and my team?”

“Yeah sure.. only when you’re playing. But I grew up watching Pittsburgh,” you pouted and whined in your best baby voice, “please, Ty...”

“Ugh fine,” he groaned, “grab the schedule”

“YES!” you yelled, running to your bag to grab the pocket season schedule your Mom got you in October, “okay so there’s one this weekend it looks like... and it’s perfect because you’re not playing!”

“You know I still have practice though...” he laughed and you smiled

“Not this day you don’t!”

“Fine. I guess I’ll see you in Pittsburgh”

“See you in Pittsburgh!” you hopped past him back toward the couch, a big grin still plastered on your face. You pushed your oversized, butterfly shaped glasses up the bridge of your nose before grabbing the controller and continuing the play as Tyler sat down next yo you; you could feel his gaze on you, so you chirped him, “take a picture, it’ll last longer”

“You’re really using that gem?”

“You’re really gonna sit there and pretend like you’re not staring at me?”

“I wasn’t staring...”

“Mhm..” you hummed before pausing the game, “what?”

“What do you mean?” he said, dumbfounded, “I wasn’t staring... I just.. I don’t get it...”

“Oh god.. what does that mean?”

“Why did you go to school in New York?” he said, gesturing to your Columbia sweatshirt, “I mean why couldn’t you just stay in Toronto...?”

“Uhm, maybe because I got a scholarship to one of the top ranked Universities in the world, you ass,” you teased, “and it’s New York City. I wasn’t going to pass that up”

“But I never saw you”

“That has nothing to do with Columbia. That has to do with you and Boston and then Dallas. Don’t blame it on me...”

“I’m not blaming,” he defended, “I’m just saying. Before Boston, we did everything together and then we just kinda... didn’t”

“We still got together Ty...” you brought your legs up onto the couch, “look, I’m here now. We’re hanging out... we’re going to a hockey game on Saturday. We’re still friends, do you not think we’re friends anymore?”

“What? no of course not! Don’t panic,” he tried, “I just kinda miss you sometimes...”

“Awww!” you cooed, pushing his shoulder teasingly, “I miss you too, Tyler.” You leaned in to give him a tight hug because it seemed like he needed it, but you needed it just as much as he did; you pulled him a little closer and caught the scent on his hair, breathing it in before you pulled away slowly. Your eyes caught his for just a second and you tried to hide the way your breathing increased by moving back on the couch -- further away from Tyler, when you heard him call for the dogs.

“Marsh, Cash, Gerry,” he whistled, “where are you guys?” With that the three labs came rushing to the couch, jumping up instantly and licking your faces frantically.

“My god, you’d think they hadn’t seen us in weeks...” you laughed and tried to move your face away from the dogs. Catching Tyler staring at you one last time before you cleared you throat and focused your eyes back on the brightly lit screen.

Tyler’s P.O.V

Why did she seem so new to you? You had known her for so long and she had always just been... (Y/N)... So why was she suddenly making you nervous? You watched her as the dogs licked her face before she trained her eyes on the screen. She caught your eyes once but whipped back to the T.V. and didn’t look at you for the majority of the night until she finally got up to go to bed.

“So you’re gonna sleep on the couch yeah?” she smiled at you and you felt a small wave of heat flood your cheeks

“What? why would I do that?”

“Because I’m taking your bed. It’s the comfiest in the house so...”

“Ahh no,” you laughed, “who said you could take my bed?”

“Me!” she giggled as you stood up, noticing her prepare to run to your room

“I don’t think so” you approached her slowly, eyes narrowing

“Tyler...”

“(Y/N)...” she stood in front of you, playing with the hem of her Columbia sweatshirt, watching how you moved to decide what her next step would be. When you lunged forward to grab her, she dodged your hand and let out a squeal; something you normally would find annoying but for some reason, you thought it was adorable. You smiled and continued to chase her through your house, letting her run ahead of you to let her think she had the upper hand before you made two large strides and wrapped your arm around her stomach and carried her through the hallway.

“See, your problem is that you get too cocky” you laughed

“TYLER!” she yelled, squirming under your grip, her glasses falling to the floor, “let me go!” You didn’t listen, instead you carried her to the guest room and threw her onto the mattress abruptly, staring at her briefly before walking out of the room. When you came back she had a confused look on her face which you attributed to the fact that she probably couldn’t see, so you walked over to the bed and slid her glasses on her face

“I think you dropped these...” you said lowly as her brilliant (Y/E/C) eyes hypnotized you as they danced between yours

“You mean you knocked them off me” she finally said before sitting up to adjust her position.

“Well I should let you get some sleep...” you muttered before she could speak, leaving her mouth to gape as you walked away

“Okay...” she whispered, confusion clearly present in her voice. You started to walk to your bedroom, shaking your head to clear out whatever had just happened but it was still there; you leaned up against the wall and took a second to look back at everything but all you saw was her. All you heard was her. All you smelled was her. Now, all you wanted was her.

What the hell was that? You thought to yourself. It couldn’t have just been you that noticed the weirdness. This wasn’t unusual for you and Ty, to play wrestle like this but there was something different tonight. Some kind of tension that had never been there before and it freaked you out; you couldn’t help think that something was wrong. Sitting against the pillows for 20 minutes contemplating what it all meant only made it worse, so you decided to confront him about it.

“Tyler...?” you whispered to him after opening his door but he didn’t answer, “Ty, you awake?” When he still didn’t answer, you sighed and closed the door before heading back to the guest room. When you woke up the next morning, you prepared yourself for just as awkward of a situation as last night but you were thankful when everything seemed to be back to normal

“Morning sleepy head!” Tyler greeted as you came into the kitchen

“Morning dork” you teased, before lifting your arms above your head in a big stretch

“So, I thought we’d go meet Chubbs for lunch” he said as you sat down at the kitchen table

“Sounds good to me..” you said, still half-asleep, “hey, can we talk about last night?”

“Hmm? What about last night?” he asked, his back to you

“Ty, can you just come here,” you said, “sit down and talk to me...” He turned around and slowly walked toward you, sitting down in front of you.

“What’s up?”

“What happened last night? Why were you acting so strange?”

“I wasn’t acting strange...” he shrugged, “I don’t know what you mean. We were doing what we always do...”

“Yeah but something was... different,” you tried, “wasn’t it?”

“I don’t think so...” You could tell that he wasn’t going to address it, whatever it was, so you ended the conversation and went on with the morning; running a few errands before you and Tyler left to meet Jamie for lunch. It felt like it had been ages since you had seen Jamie and you were excited to hear what was going on with him and whether or not he’d fallen in love yet. But the ride to the restaurant took much longer than you anticipated, and it was almost completely silent, making you irritated by the time you got there. You looked over at Tyler a few times, waiting for him to say or do something but he just stared out the windshield at the road in silence.

“Okay,” you finally said to break the silence, “what the fuck is going on?!”

“What?” he questioned

“Tyler, why are you not talking to me? Or teasing me? Or singing to dumb rap songs on the radio to drive me insane? Why are we just sitting in uncomfortable silence?”

“I didn’t know it was an uncomfortable silence...”

“Tyler!!”

“What? It’s not like you said anything either!”

“Fair but still. What’s wrong?”

“Nothing...”

“You’re lying to me!!” you yelled, a small laugh on the statement

“No I’m not. Nothing is wrong. I promise. Look we’re here...”

“This isn’t over, Seguin,” you said pointing your finger at him before getting out of the car, following him with your eyes as he walked in front of the car to meet you at the sidewalk, “not by a long shot...”

Tyler’s P.O.V.

“Hey Jamie!!” (Y/N) greeted when she saw him, wrapping her arms around his waist to give him a tight squeeze

“There she is! The short little one I like so much!” he teased, hugging her close

“Hey bud” you greeted him with a nod and a quick high five, noticing (Y/N) roll her eyes

“Ty...” Jamie joked in a serious tone, “alright so what’s going on with you (Y/N)?”

“Nothing really.. school’s good. Work’s... a lot. I’ve got this week to do absolutely nothing which is why I’m here...” (Y/N) said, her laugh ringing through the air, finding its way into your ear like a song you wanted to play on repeat

“Sounds like you came here at the perfect time” Jamie smiled at her

“She’s also forcing me to go to a Pens game this weekend...” you added, raising your eyebrows

“We’re playing the Pens like next week...” Jamie asked confused

“Ah yes, but you’re not this weekend. In fact you’re not playing at all...” (Y/N) answered

“It’s one game, I figured I’d let her have it,” you joked, “better to let her win than argue about something like this...” You and Jamie laughed while (Y/N) scrunched her nose at the two of you. The rest of lunch went by about the way that you figured it would, nothing out of the ordinary, until (Y/N) left the table and Jamie started asking questions

“What’s going on here?” he started

“We’re having lunch, Chubbs...” you joked

“I mean with you and (Y/N). I see the way you’re looking at her. The way you blush whenever she laughs, the way you scoot closer to her forcing your arms to touch. I saw you watch her get up... and walk away...”

“Stop it”

“Seggy come on, tell me”

“Nothing is happening. Nothing is going on. She’s still (Y/N), we’re still friends. Best Friends,” you emphasized, “but --”

“But...” Jamie said with a big grin on his face, leaving you to roll your eyes at him

“But maybe there’s something there. At least on my end. She doesn’t feel that way...”

“Why don’t you ask her?”

“So I can embarrass myself? Or get rejected and lose my friendship? No thanks”

“Oh please,” he huffed, “you’re not gonna get rejected. If I know anything, it’s that that girl has been in love with you for as long as you’ve known each other but you’ve been too busy with the Blondes of Dallas to pay attention”

“She’s not in love with me...” you whispered, defeated, “and she’s blonde too”

“She’s not Texas Blonde. She’s Girl-Next-Door Blonde,” he started and you gave him a confused look before he could continue, “her hair is like spun gold. The Texas Blondes are bottled and bleached. And yes, she is in love with you, if you’d taken a second to pay attention...”

“Chubbs... be serious okay. Maybe you’re like projecting or whatever. Maybe you’re in love with her and that’s why you’re talking about her hair that’s ‘spun like gold’” you teased just as (Y/N) came back to the table and you tried to switch the conversation, “I think I’m right... and you’re very very wrong”

“Oooh what’s Tyler wrong about?” (Y/N) chimed in, making Jamie laugh

“HEY! I said I was right and he was wrong”

“Yes, which means that he’s probably right and you’re definitely wrong”

“She was obviously listening to our conversation because she knows” Jamie said knowingly, tilting his glass to her

“She’s wrong. You’re wrong” you said to the both of them

“I’m bored,” (Y/N) said abruptly, “let’s go find something to do. Head to Main Street or Bishop...? Or go see a movie. I can’t sit at this table all day, Ty, I need to do... something. Jamie?”

“I can’t, sorry kid,” he replied and she tilted her head at him, “I gotta go meet Katie...”

“Fine. Tell her I say hi...” she said, standing up to give Jamie a hug goodbye

“Will do” he said, wrapping her in a tight hug and nodding to you; trying to get you to admit your feelings and you rolled your eyes

“Okay, into the car we go” you joked

“What? No let’s just walk. Where are you planning to take me?” she laughed

“I thought we were going to Bishop?”

“Yeah, which isn’t far. We can just walk,” she glanced up at you, “or are you getting lazy?”

“Fine, we’ll walk,” you agreed, scowling at her once before saying goodbye to Jamie, “later Chubbs”

“Tell her” he whispered to you when (Y/N) was out of earshot and you shot him a glare. When you turned the corner, you saw her waiting for you and you saw what Jamie was talking about. The sun hit (Y/N) in such a way that her hair looked like a halo around her, making her glow as her long strands fell across her shoulder. Her porcelain skin shimmering in the light and the smile that she gave you when she finally saw you only seemed to make everything brighter.

“Took you long enough” she teased, bringing you back to her

“Nah nah nah, you ran out of the restaurant, I wasn’t slow”

“Whatever, slowpoke, let’s go...” She turned to walk away, the fabric of her skirt effortlessly dancing in the wind and you ran toward her, draping your arm over her shoulder when you reached her, “well look who just got a sudden burst of energy!” She giggled, looking up at you and your knees went weak, making you take your arm away from her.

“So, what are we doing?” you cleared your throat and looked ahead, “playing some kind of game?”

“What?” she said, still looking up at you, confusion covering her features

“You know, like normal,” you replied, “are we pretending to be injured to see who will help us? Pretending that we’re being chased by the cops to freak some people out? Pretending to be a couple, desperately in love, on their way to a chapel on the other side of the city?“ You laughed awkwardly at your last words, looking down at her and seeing her eyes grow wide before she looked ahead of her

“Uhm,” she hesitated, “I don’t know.. what do you think?”

“We haven’t done the couple thing in a while...” you said, putting your hands in your pockets as you continued to walk

“That’s true but it’s always a little more entertaining to run from the cops”

“Yeah but it’s not really believable...”

“Neither is us being a couple,” she said under her breath and you stopped walking, “Ty?”

“Why isn’t it believable?”

“What?”

“Us being a couple. Why isn’t it believable?”

“Because it’s not...” she moved toward you, “I’m not really your type and people notice that”

“How do they know what my type is?!”

“Why are you getting so upset? It’s just a game,” she said defensively, “and a game only we know we’re playing...”

“It doesn’t have to be a game...” you whispered, rubbing your neck sheepishly as you tried to avoid her gaze; knowing that her eyes would ruin any anger bumbling inside of you

“What does that mean?” she said gently, lifting her hand to rest it on your forearm and you finally looked at her; heartbeat in your ears, breathing uncontrolled and everything in you telling you just to kiss her

“Do you want it to mean something?” was all you said, forcing her to step back and no words escaped her lips, the two of you standing across from each other in silence.

You had no idea what to do now. He had been back and forth between normal and odd since last night and now this. Do you want it to mean something? No. Maybe. Why would it even mean something? You weren’t the girl he wanted, you were just something available and your friendship with him was more important than what his lips would feel like against yours. You stood in front of him, eyes trained on his, and waited for him to say something, to clear up his question, but he never did, so you turned on your heels and darted up the pathway.

“(Y/N)... Wait!” he called after you and you tried to escape him, your cheeks still flustered while your mind raced, “Stop!” You turned sharply, making him run into you

“OW..” the two of you said at the same time as you rubbed your head

“What are you doing?” you asked, raising your voice unintentionally

“You’re the one who stopped!”

“Not that,” you sighed, “why are you messing with my head?”

“Messing with your head? I’m not..”

“You are! What am I supposed to say to ‘do you want it to mean something?’ what am I supposed to think is happening when you’re fine one second and the next you won’t look at me?”

“I don’t know!”

“Then why can’t you just act like you?!”

“(Y/N)...”

“What Tyler?”

“Maybe I want us to be more than friends...”

“No you don’t...” You looked at him as a million thoughts ran through your head. You met Tyler when you were five years old and were immediately charmed by him. The way he smiled, the way his eyes were like honey in the sunlight, the way he could make you laugh at absolutely everything. As you got older, you realized your feelings were more romantic than his probably were and, by the time you were 13, you were hopelessly in love with him. While he worked to become the Hockey Superstar that the world knew, you worked toward Columbia University because you knew that the only way to escape your feelings was to get away from him for a bit. It didn’t matter though. You were still there for his first NHL game in Boston surrounded by his family. Your heart still fluttered every time he smiled -- at you or anyone else. But he was always with someone. Some girl who looked nothing like you, but exactly like the rest, and you realized that you’d never be the girl he wanted. He’d never see you the way you wanted him to. So, you tried to let him go but he never let you go too far. When you realized you had been standing in front of him without saying a word for too long, you tried to mutter something to express how you were feeling, “I don’t...”

“You don’t want us to be more than friends?” he repeated

“I never said that...”

“What do you want then?”

“I want us to be friends... like we always have,” you answered, “I don’t want to ruin that or lose it Tyler. I’m not this Blonde Bombshell type that’s all over Dallas. Sooner or later, you’d realize that and move on; friendships don’t survive that, T”

“That wouldn’t happen...”

“You don’t know that”

“No, actually I do,” he said suddenly, leaving you standing there speechless for a while, waiting for him to continue, “I know what would happen. I know how our relationship would be. I would wake up to the smell of your coconut conditioner and watch as you slowly opened your eyes, looking up at me and smiling that smile that makes me melt. We’d walk through Uptown Dallas and Downtown Dallas and we’d become everyone’s favourite couple because even the smallest kisses between us would show everyone how we feel for each other. I would protect you from ever being in pain, you’d comfort me when I needed it after a loss. I can picture us, holding hands and walking through this park, mocking each other like we always do. I can see us in Paris or Greece or Vegas, sharing kisses at all your favourite spots. I can see you walking the stage when you graduate Columbia with me hollering for you from the stands. I can see you doing the same during the playoffs. I can see all of this. Our friendship wouldn’t change, it would be the same...”

“Tyler, that’s...” you tried to think of the words that would save your heart, “that sounds so amazing. But it doesn’t sound like us. We’re not a couple. We’ve never been a couple. We’re jus--”

“I think I’m in love with you” he blurted out, interrupting you and making the people around you stare.

“You’re what?”

“I think I might love you, that I might be in love with you...”

“No..”

“I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t wait until the next moment I get to see you again. Your voice is permanently ingrained in my mind and your smile is the best part of my day. I don’t know who I’d be without you and I don’t want to find out because I’m pretty sure I’m in love with you,” Your eyes danced between his as your mouth gaped open; you had no words. This was all you had wanted for so long but it felt like a dream and you were having a hard time believing it, “can you say something?”

“I.. I’ve been in love with you from the second I met you...” you noticed a smile creep on his face, but your eyebrows had unfurrowed, “I don’t want to get hurt, Tyler.” He stepped close to you, almost completely closing the gap between the two of you as onlookers stayed to see how it would end

“The last thing I want to do is hurt you” he said, sweeping his thumb across your cheek

“You promise?”

“I’ll bet the season on it,” he smiled, continuing to close the gap and you smiled back up at him, “there it is. The best part of my day.” He smiled and pulled you up to capture your lips in a kiss you’d never forget as the crowd of people around you began to applaud and cheer, leaving you to blush at the sudden realization that you were kissing in public.

“Maybe we should do this somewhere else” you whispered

“Maybe you’re right” he agreed, swinging his arm over your shoulder and kissing the top of your head as the two of you went on your way.

#Tyler Seguin #Tyler Seguin fluff #Tyler Seguin imagine #NHL imagine #requested #request #Tyler Seguin Request #masterlist

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marshmallowgoop · 5 years

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Kill la Kill the Game: IF: Character Introduction Dialogue

A transcript of the character introduction dialogue said before each match in Kill la Kill the Game: IF.

[Please note: This list is currently incomplete. I will update as more gameplay videos surface!]

Satsuki Kiryuin versus Satsuki Kiryuin

Satsuki: I shall fight and rebuild this entire world!

[Video]

Satsuki Kiryuin versus Ryuko Matoi

Satsuki: A girl who's being worn by her Kamui is no match for Satsuki Kiryuin!

Ryuko: Let's do this! Do you ever stop looking down on people?! Guess I've gotta teach you some manners!

[Video]

Satsuki: Come then, Ryuko Matoi. Show me your strength!

Ryuko: Let’s do this!

Senketsu: Careful you don’t overheat!

Ryuko: Bring it on! Come at me from all sides!

[Video]

Satsuki Kiryuin versus Ryuko Matoi (Dual Wield)

Satsuki: [not translated]

Ryuko: It ain’t just my weapon that’s different. Me n’ Senketsu are stronger, too!

Senketsu: Yes, that’s exactly right, Ryuko! Let’s win!

Ryuko: Better be prepared, Satsuki Kiryuin!

[Note: My translation.]

[Video]

Satsuki Kiryuin versus Ragyo Kiryuin

Satsuki: Ragyo Kiryuin... I’ll take your life, right here and now.

Ragyo: Good grief. Is that anything to say towards your own mother?

[Video]

Satsuki: Ragyo Kiryuin... I shall take your life, right here and now.

Ragyo: Now, now. Is that any way for a daughter to speak to her mother?

[Note: This is a re-translation of the dialogue above.]

[Video]

Satsuki Kiryuin (Dual Wield) versus Satsuki Kiryuin (Dual Wield)

Satsuki: Your mimicry of me is nonsense... Who are you?

Satsuki: [no footage yet]

[Video]

Satsuki Kiryuin (Dual Wield) versus Ryuko Matoi

Satsuki: Listen well, Ryuko Matoi! Someone like yourself, one of low ambitions, can never stop me!

Ryuko: Let’s do this!

Senketsu: Careful you don’t overheat!

Ryuko: Ambitions my ass! I do whatever the hell I want!

[Video]

Satsuki Kiryuin (Dual Wield) versus Ryuko Matoi (Dual Wield)

Satsuki: Your Snippity-Snips are just another fancy pair of scissors. Your blade shall never reach me!

Ryuko: Well, we'll see about that.

Senketsu: We've become stronger than ever. You should be able to win against Satsuki Kiryuin!

Ryuko: That's the spirit! Let's go, Senketsu!

[Video]

Satsuki Kiryuin (Dual Wield) versus Nui Harime

Satsuki: Nui Harime. You’re not getting away. This is where you end!

Nui: You’re cute, Lady Satsuki. That furrowed brow...? Yeah, not so much.

[Video]

Satsuki Kiryuin (Dual Wield) versus Ragyo Kiryuin

Satsuki: I will never forgive you for what you've done, Ragyo Kiryuin. I will take your life, right here and now!

Ragyo: I don't need forgiveness from a human. Humans are nothing but cattle for the Life Fibers to rule over!

[Video]

Satsuki: I will never forgive you for what you’ve done. I will take your life... right here and now!

Ragyo: [no footage]

[Note: This is a re-translation of the dialogue above.]

[Video]

Ryuko Matoi versus Satsuki Kiryuin

Ryuko: Let's do this! Keep telling yourself that while we're kicking your ass!

Satsuki: So be it. Perhaps a beating will finally shut you up.

[Video]

Ryuko Matoi versus Satsuki Kiryuin (Dual Wield)

Ryuko: Let's do this!

Senketsu: Don't get too heated.

Ryuko: Get ready! This time, you're going down!

Satsuki: Very well. We'll see about that. Come at me, Ryuko Matoi!

[Video]

Ryuko Matoi versus Ira Gamagoori

Ryuko: Senketsu!

Senketsu: Leave it to me!

Ryuko: Out of my way, Gamagoori! Kiryuin is who I’m really after. I’ve got no business with her groupies!

Ira: If you want to fight with Lady Satsuki, then you must go through me first!

[Video]

Ryuko Matoi versus Nui Harime

Ryuko: Senketsu!

Senketsu: Leave it to me!

Ryuko: It’s time to pay your dues! Just give up!

Nui: You really think you can keep up that act of yours, Ryuko?

[Video]

Ryuko Matoi (Dual Wield) versus Satsuki Kiryuin

Ryuko: Here I come, Satsuki Kiryuin! It's time to figure out which one of us is stronger!

Senketsu: Don't get too heated. Keep calm.

Ryuko: I know.

Satsuki: Fine... Then show me what you got.

[Video]

Ryuko: Okay, Satsuki Kiryuin! We’re gonna settle this right here!

Senketsu: She’s strong, Ryuko! Stay focused!

Ryuko: Got it!

Satsuki: Your talk is cheap. Show me what you’re made of!

[Video]

Ryuko Matoi (Dual Wield) versus Satsuki Kiryuin (Dual Wield)

Ryuko: Satsuki Kiryuin! We’ll settle the score right here!

Senketsu: Ryuko, stay focused! She’s strong!

Ryuko: Got it!

Satsuki: Talk is cheap. Show me what you’ve got.

[Video]

Ryuko Matoi (Dual Wield) versus Ira Gamagoori

Ryuko: These Elite Four dicks ain’t got nothing on me now!

Senketsu: Don’t get cocky, Ryuko. Let your guard down and it’s over.

Ryuko: Quit worrying! I’m goin’ full blast, like always! It’s all or nothing!

Ira: You’re not the only one that’s gotten stronger. Don’t think for a second you can beat me as easily as you did before!

[Video]

Ryuko Matoi (Dual Wield) versus Nonon Jakuzure

Ryuko: Jakuzure, those beats of yours give me a damn headache, so I’m gonna have to take you down nice and quick.

Senketsu: [no footage yet]

Ryuko: [no footage yet]

Nonon: Hey, transfer student. Just warning you, there won’t be any leaving mid-performance. You’re gonna have to stick around till the end!

[Video]

Ryuko Matoi (Dual Wield) versus Nui Harime

Ryuko: You killed my dad, Nui! And for that, I’m gonna kill YOU!

Senketsu: I know how you feel, Ryuko. But try to stay calm.

Ryuko: Don’t worry, I won’t spazz out anymore.

Nui: Nope, nope, nope! You’re not strong enough to beat me, Ryuuuuuuko!

[Video]

Ryuko Matoi (Dual Wield) versus Ragyo Kiryuin

Ryuko: Back off! You ain't got no place in this fight!

Senketsu: We're in trouble, Ryuko. She's dangerous...!

Ryuko: I know, but I can't back down!

Ragyo: I'm stunned that such a delinquent attends Honnouji Academy. Satsuki must not be doing so well.

[Video]

Ryuko: I don't got business with mama Kiryuin, but if she gets in my way, I'll kick her ass.

Senketsu: Ryuko, she's on another level. Be careful.

Ryuko: Yeah, I suppose she is Satsuki's mother, after all.

Ragyo: Oh, come now. It's a parent's job to clean up their child's mess.

[Video]

Ira Gamagoori versus Ryuko Matoi (Dual Wield)

Ira: --many weapons you have, I’ll take all your punishment and release it back onto you, two-fold!

Ryuko: Sounds good, you kinky freak! Let’s get it on!

Senketsu: --n absorb damage and convert it to power. Our chance comes when he releases that power.

Ryuko: Thanks, Senketsu. I can always count on you!

[Note: Some subtitles are cut off.]

[Video]

Ira Gamagoori versus Uzu Sanageyama

Ira: I am Lady Satsuki's absolute shield! Don't think you can break me that easily.

Uzu: I accept your challenge! I'll break straight through your shield!

[Video]

Ira Gamagoori versus Nonon Jakuzure

Ira: Let’s see how good your performance is!

Nonon: Sure. I have the perfect show lined up for you, Gama!

[Video]

Ira: All right, here I am. Now let’s see how good your performance is!

Nonon: Okay, Gama. I happen to have the perfect show lined up for you!

[Note: This is a re-translation of the dialogue above.]

[Video]

Ira Gamagoori versus Nui Harime

Ira: You may know Lady Satsuki personally, but I will not hold back if you stand in her way!

Nui: Yep, you don't ever have to go easy on me. Come at me with everything you've got!

[Video]

Ira Gamagoori versus Ragyo Kiryuin

Ira: I better not underestimate Lady Satsuki’s mother.

Ragyo: [no footage yet]

[Video]

Uzu Sanageyama versus Satsuki Kiryuin

Uzu: A serious match with you is all I want.

Satsuki: Then you shall have to inspire me to become serious!

[Video]

Uzu Sanageyama versus Ryuko Matoi

Uzu: Get ready! We’re gonna settle the score today, once and for all!

Ryuko: [no footage yet]

[Video]

Uzu Sanageyama versus Uzu Sanageyama

Uzu: I never thought I’d be fighting myself. It’s trippin’ me out.

Uzu: [no footage yet]

[Video]

Uzu Sanageyama versus Ragyo Kiryuin

Uzu: Her presence is overwhelming. Which means I have to be even more overwhelming!

Ragyo: You're one of Satsuki's friends, right? Let's see if you're capable of serving as my daughter's pawn.

[Video]

Houka Inumuta versus Ira Gamagoori

Houka: Gamagoori, your data is mine.

Ira: Go ahead and see if your combat data works against me, Inumuta.

[Video]

Houka: You’re remarkably tough. But if I hit your weak spot, I believe I can beat you.

Ira: [no footage yet]

[Video]

Houka: Your data is mine, Gamagoori. Thank you in advance.

Ira: Come on then, Inumuta. Let’s see how well your combat data works against me.

[Video]

[Note: This is likely a re-translation of the dialogue above.]

Houka Inumuta versus Nui Harime

Houka: Scary, scary. You must be a monster if you're facing off with someone in a Goku Uniform without one of your own.

Nui: You're really insensitive. I bet you don't have many friends!

[Video]

Nonon Jakuzure versus Ryuko Matoi (Dual Wield)

Nonon: I don’t care how many scissors you have! I’m gonna crush you flatter than a cymbal!

Ryuko: Act tough while you still can! I’m gonna cut you in two before you can even blink!

Senketsu: Well...? Do you have a plan?

Ryuko: Get in close and cut her up!

[Video]

Nonon Jakuzure versus Ira Gamagoori

Nonon: Alright Gama, let's see who deserves to stand by Lady Satsuki!

Ira: Very well. Challenge accepted!

[Video]

Nonon Jakuzure versus Houka Inumuta

Nonon: Didn't think you'd be interested in hearing my performance, Inu!

Houka: Your performance is perfect for my noise-cancelling tech.

[Video]

Nonon: How about a live performance for a change?

Houka: I don’t hate the idea, but I’d rather not listen to your playing.

[Video]

Nonon: How about a live performance for a change? I promise, it’ll be a blast!

Houka: I don’t hate the idea, but I’d rather not listen to you play right now.

[Note: This is a re-translation of the dialogue above.]

[Video]

Nui Harime versus Satsuki Kiryuin

Nui: Come on Lady Satsuki, hang out with me for once!

Satsuki: I’ll beat you down so you won’t ever speak to me like that again.

[Video]

Nui Harime versus Ryuko Matoi

Nui: Play with me, Ryuko!

Ryuko: Let’s do this!

Senketsu: Right!

Ryuko: I ain’t got time to be playin’ with you!

[Note: My translation.]

[Video]

Nui: I thought you hated me, Ryuko. Don't you want to avenge your father?

Ryuko: Let's do this!

Senketsu: Don't get too heated.

Ryuko: I won't be fooled by your words anymore! I only fight for the truth now!

[Video]

Nui Harime versus Ira Gamagoori

Nui: So, you're the self-proclaimed shield of Lady Satsuki? That means I get to go all-out, right?

Ira: I don't know what powers you have, but don't think you can take me down that easily.

[Video]

Nui Harime versus Uzu Sanageyama

Nui: [no footage yet]

Uzu: My opponent is a beast. I couldn’t ask for a better fight.

[Video]

Nui Harime versus Nonon Jakuzure

Nui: I heard you play a wind instrument. I wanna hear!

Nonon: Sure. I’ll make sure you feel the rhythm in your bones!

[Video]

Nui Harime versus Ragyo Kiryuin

Nui: I can’t wait to fight you, Lady Ragyo!

Ragyo: I’ll be more than happy to oblige an artist’s whim just this once.

[Video]

Nui: I was thinking, Lady Ragyo... maybe it might be a good idea for you to entertain me once in a while!

Ragyo: [no footage yet]

[Video]

Ragyo Kiryuin versus Satsuki Kiryuin (Dual Wield)

Ragyo: Finally, a nice family reunion with no one else to bother us. Come at me with everything you've got.

Satsuki: Absurd! Someone as heartless as you has no right to say anything!

[Video]

Ragyo: It seems you re-forged Bakuzan into a pair of blades. But that won’t close the gap in our strength.

Satsuki: [no footage yet]

[Video]

Ragyo Kiryuin versus Houka Inumuta

Ragyo: I thought all you did was collect data, but I guess you do know how to fight. Now this is getting interesting.

Houka: [no footage yet]

[Video]

Ragyo Kiryuin versus Nui Harime

Ragyo: Dearest Nui... I’ve been neglecting you lately. I’m so sorry. Come at me when you’re ready.

Nui: [no footage yet]

[Video]

#kill la kill #kill la kill the game #kill la kill the game: if #arc system works #gdc 2019 #the stuff i'm most interested in as a non-gamer lollllll #maybe i'll do more of these but for now here's this #(note that more matches -are- available but very few have english subtitles and my japanese sadly isn't very strong)

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