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uchiha-7thsingularity · 1 year

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Felix x Rime x MC tripod.

"Drop it like a throuple. Drop it like a throuple. I said drop it like throuple and NO ONE gonna be a triple threat in your stead. You pull up with the squad with triple x, big flex, magic threats.".... *MC takes a breath*....(continues rapping and twerking)"feel my wraith, as I breathe fire on your shadowy ass."

Felix is blushing to tuck his face into his knees hugging his chest. Rime acts annoyed but low-key entertained by your mischief.

Promise rings with initials carved on the inside of each with an infinity symbol.

Rime will most definitely summon ice to let MC make snow cones or ice cream for the gang.

Felix will act out scenes when he thinks he's alone. Only to realize Rime and MC we're watching him from the crack in the door. Will tease him to the point he checks every corner out of his paranoia.

MC cleans after the boys mess. Scolds them to than be tackled to the floor as they both take turns tickling.

Dress in each other clothes to pretend you guys are runway models. Pose darling. Flip the hair. Be a star.

One of you showed up late to your shared room. The other two wait in the dark with one in a red comforter and the other in their lap. Both ask,"Ask yourself. Was it worth it? WAS IT?!!" Their lover is neutralized as they pull out a bag of midnight snacks so that's why they ran later than usual. "You tell me."

Feeding fruit or cheese to one another. Accidently bite the other fingertip and kiss it lightly. Pouring a glass of wine to sip while the three sway with each other under candlelight. Locking hands to simultaneously pull everyone into the inner circle they've established.

Painting coasters together to then have paint marks on their body. (Taste the rainbow.)

Fish braids in either lad's hair. Ponytail, regular braid, small bun, and so on. MC once got their fingers tangled in rimes hair that Felix had to cut the ribbon binding the two jointly.

MC will haul Felix's bridal style, piggyback, and over the shoulder to just carry them places to get a reaction. And to assist in showing off their strength.

At a banquet, MC is being harassed by a smug group of robust folk. Felix has noticed for a while but MC brushes it off assuring him their fine. Rime just scowls down upon them from afar. The two gentleman knows the anxiety of attending these snobby events. MC is minding their own business by one of the fountains...when an envious lady-in-waiting saw MC "snag" two infamous house affiliates walking in on both arms, wearing a glorious gown. She decides to talk to a distracted MC observing the enormous chandelier up above. As the woman blabbers about herself adding in snide comments. MC finally realizes the lady is jealous with them so they call them out. And MC tells them gently and kindly to appreciate themselves a little more to care less about their beauty and status. To focus more so on their opportunity to live in a moment enjoying what they have now than plan their lifetime in a single moment with every wasted breath they take. The woman is stunned 😧 as MC goes to walk away. She pushes MC into the fountain. Felix and Rime quickly come to the rescue giving MC a jacket to wear. These boys go to confront the lady until MC starts laughing non-stop. Irritated and mildly bewildered the two guys whisk MC away to dry off while the MC is more than delighted to be comforted by her two precious lovers.

Mc is singing a tune when rime joins for his favorite verses/ lyrics. In the background, Felix has a polyamorous flag waving in the background. His arms are weak but his dramatic ambitions are one of a kind.

Rime and Felix film MC *rubs neck in anticipation* (fans only) or fluff (cosplay outfits with comedic effect).

Elowen walked in once with MC on their knees having a choker on while rime held their phone in one hand and a chain in the other. She prefers to let them be. Teases them later.

Another time Escell was going to discuss a matter with his son when he catches Felix in a maid outfit being held in MC's arms wearing an afro and clown makeup. These two agreed to knock twice before entering a room from now on. Later they pass each other in the hall, "F-father…., ” Felix and Escell avoid eye contact. Escell nods curtly to him, "Foreplay isn't ALWAYS significant." Disgusted and humiliated he hears his other dad down the hall, "YES...it is!!" Covering his ears,"In all the nine circles of heaven and hell….!!"

Skinny dipping is a mutually agreed choice. Cliff diving. Theatre plays. Cards. Pac-Man around the pool. (Two people as the ghost running around the pool. The person as Pac-Man can only walk on the lines in between the wet stones. Careful of slipping into the cold waters. Home-made bowling (pins replaced with books) and the bowling ball replaced with pillows. Hide-and-seek. Felix cheats with his portals. And rime will use a tracking spell to find his small beans. MC hides in the same exact place every time. On top of the chandelier. Guessing the character, novel, song, musical, playwright, and etc.

When one is jealous the other two notice and re-assure to include the left-out one. If they decide to date another or bring someone else into the relationship the current relationships are to be in order and stable.

Encouraged a chore chart for each day, chore, room, and person. Sticking to original plans before changing or switching partners. Remembering to say, "I Love you" at least once every day to each other.

#fictif #last legacy #felix iskandar escellun #rime solano varela #gender neutral reader #polyamourous

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notalexhorne · 1 year

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Well, I just almost ruined my husband's entire day without trying.

He's currently exiled to the sofa, because they've had a covid outbreak at work, and with the amount of medical appointments I have lately, I cannot afford to get sick right now. I just went out to the kitchen to make my morning drink, and managed to do that as silently as a mouse, even though I'd forgot to wash my cup out last night whilst home alone. He slept through that, so that's fine and dandy. We've done this enough times by now that I've got real good at sneaking into the kitchen without making a sound.

Then, the real trouble started. Because the sad, shameful reality of my desk setup is that my fucking Alexa has better sound quality than my actual computer speakers, and I hate it so much. Usually when I turn on my office via my fancy voice commands, it turns on my lights and the Alexa starts playing the most recent playlist I was listening to, and it's all very 21st century. But sometimes it doesn't quite work if the most recent device I'd been listening to Spotify on was my phone. Which it was last night. For some reason, no matter what I was listening to on my phone, turning on my office makes the Alexa start playing podcasts, and I have to reset everything. It's fucking weird and I don't understand it. Resetting it is easy though, and it's just a matter of quickly telling Alexa to pause, and then using the Desktop client to play the correct music, and then re-routing said music back through the Alexa.

The problem here, of course, is the fact that I really like smart devices like this, to the point that I sometimes feel like it kind of vexes @lemonbalmgirl when she's over because there are only two rooms in the house that aren't fully voice or phone controlled, and those are the kitchen and the bathroom (and honestly, I'm thinking real hard about putting some in the kitchen). But tough tits, I don't like getting up to flip twenty switches when it's time to go to bed.

How does this ruin my husband's day? Well, he's out on the sofa, already not having a great sleep because he's night shift, and the living room is not exactly soundproofed the way our bedroom is, and the neighbour is being evicted and is being spitefully loud about it. And last night, I could not sleep at all, so I put the sleep lofi playlist on my phone to help my brain shut up. So when I came back here today, Alexa got confused and thought I wanted to listen to Ed Gamble for some reason, so I had to reset Spotify. And for some reason, the device list on Spotify does not always stay in the same order. I've given all my devices clever names so I don't get them confused, but today that was not enough.

Usually, Devious Amazon Machine is at the very bottom. Today, it had swapped places with the Victrola Alexa, so called because it's another Echo Dot that is connected to my stereo cabinet out in the front room. Where my husband is asleep. And which was last used to play music at quite a considerable volume to drown out a loud argument from downstairs.

Guess which one I very nearly clicked on. Luckily, I missed it by about two pixels and clicked on dead space instead, and it's only then that I realised it would have been a catastrophic misclick.

Spotify pls. Don't rearrange my device list like this. I don't want to get divorced. D:

#text

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spooky-flowerwolf · 2 years

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FUTURE au _Capitulo 1

Dinglewood you shouldn't worry about these cases, they've been closed for many years, it's if they won't appear in the paper anymore, it doesn't matter anymore, be a good kid and look for a Headline of great relevance!"The man with a grumpy look with a lack of hair on his head, lit his cigarette and took his cell phone to pretend he was busy, but we know he just wanted him to leave!, it's in the name of the Dinglewood that they never give up, maybe he got it from his father Bill Dinglewood, Chuck took his notebook and left the room closing the door behind him, he hated when he was treated like a child! He was already 16 years old, he was close to turning 17 in a few months, he's been like that since he was 11, when he grew up and he thought adults wouldn't treat him like a child! Pete always was right! even though he was almost an adult, he didn't have the respect he deserved, he sat in his chair in his little cubicle they called "office" and started to scratch in his notebook! it was there! the pure Truth more even if he spoiled her in the face of the adults they didn't conform, he sighed and put his hands on his face and muttered, until a voice took him out of his mind "Dinglewood, come have lunch ?"a girl took him out of his thoughts,"Hazel!"

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"I don't understand! I show them the truth and they just ignore it" Chuck grumbled as he ate his chicken and mayonnaise sandwich, it wasn't his favorite but it filled his belly at least, Hazel took the notebook from Chuck's hands and flipped through the first few pages, "they can be right, there's nothing incriminating here" Chuck choked on Hazel's answer, he raised an eyebrow and she continued "In Interview with the woman's childhood best friend, she said that the woman is suffering from some kind of depression after she broke up with her husband, unfortunately, People go crazy and end up taking your life because of these reasons, Chuck"Chuck knocked the table and the girl was startled, "Is it my brother? you know what happened! he didn't die by accident, hazel, that fox!"Hazel swallowed hard and replied,"there isn't a person who doesn't die from an accident Chuck" he hit the table again and replied "you don't believe me, you're just like them! you think I'm crazy!"she got up and replied "I never I never said that!"the two were silent while the rest of the diner looked at them,"I think it's time to go"Chuck got his stuff,"bye,hazel" he said goodbye as she let go your sweet little smile

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Chuck kicked off his shoes and went upstairs to the second floor, he heard his mother yelling from the first floor, "Chuck! is that you?!" "Yes, I came back early!", he put his backpack on the floor and picked up his Notebook and began to leaf through the pages "how can they not see!" he grumbled, rubbing his eyes, "if only there was anyone who believed in me!" The boy whimpered "if only you Pete were here everything would be easier here "he hugged his brother's picture on the desk,"someone who believed in me.."It was like a lightbulb went on in his head!He opened the drawer and leafed through the paws that an elderly service friend gave him, they were folders that had newspaper prototypes but were uncomfortable, censored or not accepted by the boss,He leafed through the papers until he found it:

Police Officer Says He's Seen Visions and Has Encountered Several Horrific Accidents Is a Mysterious Figure

Police covered the case, not giving importance

Cop who says he sees these visions is the detective agent Everette Larson

"Bingo!"

Cover made by my friend ♡＼(^o^)／

#Fnaf #fnaf fazbear frights #five nights at freddy's #fazbear frights #art #Fnaf au #Step closer #Fnaf step closer #Fnaf Pete #Fnaf Chuck #Fnaf lonely freddy #Fnaf hazel #Fnaf Larson #Fnaf epilogues #FUTURE au #Fanfrights

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ducknotinarow · 2 years

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Actions spoke far louder than words. Dracula apologising for his actions was one thing, but, actually doing something about it was another. All that was left was to prove how truly sorry he was. Now he lay on Steve's bed, sporting new injuries; clearly they were deep, considering his own version of a healing factor was taking its time to do its job. Why hide at the Tower? Because Hydra would've followed him to his kingdom otherwise. He was safe here while he did heal.

Eye peaks open when the door opens, Dracula looking towards Steve. He knows they're probably confused, and concerned, at the sight, they've walked in upon

"To put it simply, and quickly, dear Captain, Red Skull is not happy with my 'betrayal."

Dracula shuffles, growing comfortable again,

"The CABAL is one member down Captain, though, I am sure that won't matter - we never did have many successes, did we?"

He gives a soft laugh. Lifting a hand, Dracula beckons Steve over, wishing to feel their warmth against him,

"I told you Captain, I am sorry...if my words were not enough, me abandoning Hydra surely must be enough."

| Muse Interaction

Steve ready to turn in for the night having wondered still where Drac had gone of to. Sure most morden time inventions he didn’t fully follow or even understand at best but he would have to say phones were very convenient and useful. Not that he coul see Drac of all peopl getting into their use, how could someone live on the ever changing earth ad not at least learn to adapt a little bit. Sure Steve hit walls and got confused from time to time but he still tried in long run but ten again he guess Drac was Drac and wouldn’t change his ways. A bit of mixed bag on being a good thing and not considering it meant Drac could be loyal on the one hand but on the other Drac was also very stuck and set in his ways. Did Steve hate this about the old vampire? That was also a mixed bag it could be annoying but also he loved them for it as well. Not when it came to the Hydra stuff of course he trusted Drac of course and was more than aware of the fact but Drac had some reasoning for why he was still sticking to it right? Though it did make it hard to trust them which Steve did feel some guilt over but how can he be blamed for that? On the one hand he knew Drac back in his day, Drac also had been looking out for Brooklyn when she was still in Skulls grip. On the other Drac aligned with Hydra became part of the CABAL and had well fought against them. It was a wrestling match between Steve mind and his heart tussling around unsure how to feel or read this all. He loved the vampire but he couldn’t take the chance of the feeling of betrayal again…. heavy sigh escaping the solider as he finally reached his door.

Only to find the very man on his mind in his room. “ Drac?” He said as if he were asking a question, flipping on the switch on the wall for light to flood the room so he could see. Of course he was confused because well he hadn’t seen them in a bit for one but as he stepped closer about the speak up and welcome them and their surprise was when he noticed how beat and battered they were eyes widen more as he was quick to move to the side of the bed for a better look, searching over their form to see how bad it all was course to Steve it was as if they were fighting for their life. His mind was buzzing with question seeking answers but he had no idea which ones to ask first.

"To put it simply, and quickly, dear Captain, Red Skull is not happy with my 'betrayal."

Least they were able to speak up and were coherent enough to know who he speaking to even that was a good sign in the least, Seemed they were aware of some of the questions Steve would have for them when seeing them. Made sense they would retreat here if they went home that would just track Hydra back o the castle least here the tower better set up to keep them out. Steve still able to at least let out. Air of relief from himself.

"The CABAL is one member down Captain, though, I am sure that won't matter - we never did have many successes, did we?"

Steve should have gotten it before when Dra made a mention of how Red Skull handled their so called betrayal against him. He had left the CABAL. Blinking as that was needing some time to sink in as Drac softly laughed out and beckoned for Steve to come closer he was quick to follow the call and move to sit next them. That was another good sign as well they seemed to be keeping the conversation as well.

"I told you Captain, I am sorry...if my words were not enough, me abandoning Hydra surely must be enough."

“Wait this was?” He began to say as it slowly all fell into place it was for Steve, he knew they only joined because it was a means to get back to Steve himself but they also left for the same reasons seems Steves words from that day were still effecting the vampire to even now. Steve just breathed out a slight laugh as he moved in closer letting his hand feel over their forehead, the cold sting from there touch “And you try and act like you don’t have this softer side to you.” Letting his fingers feel over the cuts and bruises checking them over, of course it would take a lot more to take out Drac then this. “You okay I know you heal but seem to be taking some time? They didn’t like lace their weapons with things that can hurt you did they? Or I don’t smash garlic into the cuts?” Steve knew how dumb that sounded but worry was still in him. It was just hard because he was unable to keep back the smile creeping on to his face “Drac you could have told me we could helped you with this idiot.” Leaning down letting his forehead rest to their own not minding the icy cold touch as he pressed his lips to their nose. “Your so bad about seeking hep idiot.” Letting his hand gently feel over their cheek letting the digits trail over them softly wanting to give them a reward through he affection for them he held. Before pulling back with a lot of hesitation on his part of course.

Worry was stronger through as he pulled away from the bed he knew they didn’t seek out the comfort normally but he went and pulled pillows down to set under there head an tugged the blankets over to cover them in the least. “Seems you had a rough battle out of there should have put in a two weeks there would have gave you more time to get away from them” he joked just a little and moved up from the bed “Don’t move” He was pretty sure they would be moving any time soon but in case they felt the need to follow him either to brave the pain and act as if they were fine or to seek out the affection more since the vampire despite what he may say or how he tried to act, Drac was far too obvious about how they sought out Steve’s touch. Steve moving to grab what he needed, keeping some first aid needs on hand just in case. Bandages and some wipes trying to keep in mind Drac was going to be fine he was just letting fear get the better of him.

Before he returned to side back them. “Now unlike when you went in to leave, lie back and let me help you.” Smiling to show he wasn’t mad just being stern with them in the moment as he set the first antiseptic wipe to their skin “An yes I know you have a healing factor but cleaning these up will still help. So don’t you dare try and tell me other wise besides if you did this to show me you meant all before than at least let me do this to showI understand and get it.”

#muse| steve rogers #aflockoffeathers #madamkezzie #[ kissed by a vampire aflockoffeathers]#muse interactions #stayed qeued

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24hlevi · 2 years

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hello! can I pls request a hc/reaction when the reader sends them a pretty cryptic text like "I think someone's following me..." and doesn't respond for a while with Cheong-san, Gyeong-su, Ha-ri and Nam-ra. tysm in advance!

YES YOU FUCKING CAN OMFG I LOVE THIS

also i just went with the one you suggested to make it easier

All Of Us Are Dead Characters React To You Sending A Cryptic Message & Not Responding

All Of Us Are Dead Characters (Cheongsan, Gyeongsu, Hari, & Namra) X Gn!Reader

Lee Cheongsan:

- cheongsan replies to messages very fast, especially if it's you

- so when he got a message from you during the night, he immediately checked it only to see your cryptic text, making him confused

- he texted you back saying "do you need me to get you? where are you? how long have they been following you?" only to get no response

- now he was in fight or flight mode

- he kept texting you and eventually started calling you over and over again and when he kept getting no answer, he started to freak out more and more

- after two hours of trying to get a hold of you, he tells his mom about it and the two end up driving around trying to find you

- he's literally freaking out in the car ride of finding you like his leg is bouncing, he's looking around everywhere to try and spot you while continuing to call you to see if you'll answer

- he probably will call all of his friends to see if they know where you are or not, and if they all say no then he's on the verge of going to the police

Han Gyeongsu:

- gyeongsu sometimes forgets to answer texts, not because he doesn't like that person or you, but because he does 15 other things at the moment and ends up forgetting until he checks his phone and sees them

- so it was about an hour later that he responded to your cryptic message and he flipped. his. shit.

- he was so mad that he forgot about it and was freaking out because so many bad things could have happened to you before he answered

- like he's cursing at himself out loud and people hear it and are like "😒" but he doesn't care because he's too busy losing his shit

- he sends about 10 messages back ranging from "IM SO SORRY BABY" "where are you?" "is this a prank? 😐" "are you alive?" and then calls you even more times

- he's incredibly impatient so after around 45 minutes he was out the door and searching for you while continuing to call and text you

- he ended up asking cheongsan and suhyeok to help him look for you and they did

- will most likely ask strangers if they've seen you and describe what you look like just to see if you're in the area or not

Jang Hari:

- hari is a pretty protective gf, not so much that it's annoying but enough to always show that she does care about you, so when she got the message, her protective instincts kicked in

- she doesn't use her phone a lot, but for this it was the most amount of times she called and texted someone, that's how bad it was

- when you don't answer/reply to her, she then starts to freak out to the point it's noticeable to her brother which means its bad

- you bet your ass she dragged woojin along with her when she went out to start looking for her, oh and she walks hella fast during this and he can hardly keep up

- she is continuously checking her phone every few minutes to see if you've responded and after an hour and a half of you not responding she went into full freak out mode

- she calls everyone she knows on her and woojin's phones asking if they have seen or heard from you, and every time someone says no she freaks out more

- woojin has to keep reassuring her that they'll find you because if he doesn't after 10 minutes she starts to break down

- she literally doesn't care what she has to do to make sure you're okay and safe, and will do anything to make sure of that

Choi Namra:

- namra rarely answers her phone unless it's you, then she checks it rather quickly no matter what she's doing at that moment

- when she gets the message and reads it, she kinda stares at it for a minute, trying to process if she's reading it correctly or not

- so she texts you back asking if you're okay and if she's reading it right, assuming you'll answer pretty quick

- when you don't answer after half an hour, she starts to get nervous, and texts you a few more times until it's an hour, then she calls you, something extremely rare for her

- now after you don't answer her phone call, she then starts to realize that this is serious and not some kind of joke, and probably curses in mumbles to herself

- so she decides to go out and go search for you, once again, something rare but goes by herself so that she can go as fast as possible

- she has her phone in her hand while she's on the run of finding you so that she can see if you reply to her in any sort of way

- she looks calm on the outside when looking for you, but on the inside she's losing her fucking mind and is on the verge of breaking down

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mint-yooxgi · 2 years

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YN finds a mural of her face on the side of her building by anonymous yandere graffiti artist [member] pleasee

As soon as his voice had reached your ears through your phone, you had cut him off, eyes glued to your television screen.

"Turn on your tv," you tell him, "channel six news."

You hear some rustling come from the other end shortly followed by a low whistle.

"Damn, now there's a sight you don't see everyday," he chuckles. "Well, unless you're me."

"Renjun, this is serious," you sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose as you finally turn the news off, still processing what you saw.

Not even five minutes before, you had just wanted to sit down and relax while watching one of your favourite shows. Only, when you flipped on the tv, the news station was the first thing that popped up. The story seemed interesting from what you could read from the headline, and you were about to change the channel anyways, until they showed a live shot of the building the artwork had been painted on.

Your breath had hitched as your mind recognized that to be your building with your face on the side of it, painted for everyone to see.

Of course, you had froze in your spot, the newscaster's voice reaching your ears as they mentioned something about a known anonymous graffiti artist who has been vandalizing the area recently. This time, though, they've appeared to outdo themselves. Literally.

So you did what any normal person would do in this situation, you called your best friend, who just so happens to be an art major.

"I'm serious, Junnie," you begin pacing the living room of your apartment, "this artist apparently knows who I am, but I have no idea who they could be. I'm surprised they decided to draw me though, I'm nothing special."

"I beg to differ," he mutters, low enough that you don't quite catch it. He clears his throat, "I think it's a literal piece of art."

"Well, yeah, there's no denying that," you nearly roll your eyes. "I don't even think I look that good in real life."

"Perhaps the artist just painted you as they see you," he replies, nonchalantly.

"The only person I've ever let paint me is you, so I find it a little weird that this person did so on the side of my building, no less," you sigh, shaking your head. "No matter how beautiful their art is, I don't even know them. If they wanted to get my attention, shouldn't they have just, I don't know, approached me? It's a little weird, don't you think?"

"Yeah," Renjun lets out a nervous chuckle, eyes darting over to his empty cans of spray paint that still sit by the front door, having not moved since he got home this morning, "weird."

#ask #yandere renjun #renjun drabble #yandere nct #nct drabble #drabbles

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hotchscvm · 3 years

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side to side

Warnings: swearing

Word count: 4.6k

Summary: In which you're performing your hit single in front of your fellow Avengers cast-mates and Chris can't seem to take his eyes off of you, catching the attention of a few cameras.

"I'm here with the biggest pop-star of this generation, and she plays the very talented daughter of Tony Stark," the interviewer announced your name, smiling brightly at you as the camera panned your way. The hundreds of thousands of fans at home screaming when your face appeared. "How do you feel with all your nominations tonight?"

You smiled at the camera, giving a small wave at the people watching at home. "Honestly, I'm just glad I was even considered for these nominations. I mean, my girls Taylor, and Billie...they're amazing and I'm so happy to be put in the same category as them."

The lady grinned at you, her eyes twinkling. Or maybe it was her sparkly dress, the fabric nearly blinding you with how it shined under the lights. "If you ask me, you've got a pretty good chance at winning. I mean, your hit single—Side to Side—surpassed, like, a billion views in just a month? That's impressive."

"Well, I couldn't have done it without my fans." you replied, winking at the camera.

It was that time of the year again, where every artist, actor, and YouTuber hit the stage for the People's Choice Awards. With your crazy schedule, and the lack of sleep, you had planned to skip the award show until your friend, and co-star, Chris Evans—Captain America himself—convinced you otherwise. Even with the categories you've been nominated for had been more than a handful, but it was the begging and constant complaining from Chris that made you get off your tired ass and put it into a tight dress.

Your hit single, Side to Side, had everyone anticipated for your performance, unsure if you would be performing until the producers had put your name into the advertisement, making fans blow up Twitter. You were sure they had advertised your own song, along with your movie nominations, more than you ever had.

With nominations of Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Action Movie of the Year (Avengers: Infinity War), Female Movie Star of the Year (Amara Stark), Female Artist of the Year, Song of the Year (Side to Side), Music Video of the Year (Into You), Beauty Influencer of the Year, and Social Celebrity of the Year, you had your hands full, which had only made your manager glow with happiness.

"Of course!" the interviewer agreed, glancing at the teleprompter filled with tiny words. "It was rumored that you wouldn't be coming, and a lot of us were upset, including me. Was that just a rumor or..."

"Actually, it's not that far off. I'm fucking—oh, shit—oh no!" you gasped, covering your mouth before anymore foul words could come out on live television. Instead of correcting you, the lady laughed, patting your arm softly. "Can't say that on tv. My bad. I, uh, with everything going on, I've been really tired, and I haven't slept in a week. I just wanted to chill, and accept my nominations at home but someone convinced me to come. So, if I say or do anything ridiculous tonight, I'm blaming him and my lack of sleep."

She nodded, clapping slowly. "I think that's fair. Is that someone, your onscreen father, RDJ?"

"He was one of the many people who unsuccessfully changed my mind, but no, it was Chris Evans. He promised me a day with his adorable dog, Dodger, and I couldn't refuse." you said, grinning at how his face had changed from hopeless to cocky as soon as he brought up Dodger.

"If I'm remembering this correctly, Chris Evans is that very handsome man you had kissed in your music video earlier this year. Into You, right? How do you feel kissing one of your co-stars outside of the movies your working on?"

"Technically, it was still acting, and I have kissed him before, so it wasn't awkward at all." you answered, glad Chris had accepted the role. Not only had it sky-rocketed the views and streams, but it made you feel better that it was his lips you were kissing and not a random model's. Yet, it didn't feel as professional as it had before when you pulled away after a take.

In scenes where you had to kiss the Boston actor, it was as professional as kicking Anthony Mackie's ass in Civil War but the kisses you shared on the set of the music video was definitely more personal. At the time, you had brushed it off as Chris being recently single, but now that you had broken up with Henry, you started questioning it again.

The interviewer nodded, squinting once more to read the words off the teleprompter before asking you another question that would certainly make the headlines. "I've been reading up on all those juicy tabloids and I've got one question that would satisfy my curiosity. Was Into You written about Henry Cavill or Tom Ellis?"

Usually, that type of question made you change the subject or altogether avoid the matter but this time, you wanted to joke about your failed engagement. "Henry, but Side to Side was written about Tom since I wanted more Grammy's considering the last album I put out won me a few. But this time, I'm gonna do it without an engagement."

The woman faked a laugh, surprised by the blunt honesty of your answer. "Um, you certainly do have a thing for British men, eh? I don't want to keep you up, but one more thing, for the fans. They've been dying to know if there's anything going on between you and Chris Evans. Any tea you wanna spill?"

"There's none to spill. We're just friends but it's always amusing scrolling through Twitter to find these edits of us." you replied, fidgeting slightly with the hem of your dress. Like usual, you had wondered if you should've worn something less extra but you had let your stylist play dress up with you for the past few months.

"Of course. Well, good luck to you, and I can't wait to see your performance." she said, giving you a little pat on the shoulders before announcing your name once again.

You got off the little platform, immediately taking Chris' awaiting hand, holding onto it as you climbed down the steps in your dangerous stilettos. Sighing, you leaned on him, trying to avoid the blinding camera flashes. "That was more exhausting than I thought it would be. You need to get me some caffeine after this is over because there's no way I'm making it to the after show without at least a few cans of Red Bull."

"So dramatic." Chris grinned, childishly sticking his tongue out as he guided you down the red carpet, stopping when told to take a picture. He let go of your hand, only to wrap it around your waist as you posed for the pictures. "Are you going to the after party?"

Posing seriously for a few seconds, you let your smile back on your face, facing the man beside you. "I was thinking about it, take a few photos, and head back home. Aren't you?"

"Actually, I was thinking we could ditch it and just hang out. You know, I did promise you some time with Dodger and you could waste a couple hours sleeping." he replied, his hand tightening ever so slightly on your waist. Flashing you a shit-eating smirk, he nudged you a little, pulling you away from the blinding flashes. "What do you say?"

You opened your mouth to answer only to be cut off by your manager, Alexandre coming out of nowhere to rip you away from Chris' arms. The latin man sighed in annoyance, glancing at his watch while giving you the look you've seen too many times before. "You're supposed to be in wardrobe right now. Get your ass backstage, and change before you miss your own performance. As for you, Mr. Evans, Megan wants your ass in a chair."

"I'll see you after." you say, getting dragged by your manager, winking at the actor before walking towards the changing area, the cameras following you until they couldn't enter the area.

Getting ready before a huge performance always calmed you down, maybe it was the smell of makeup or the feel of designer clothing made especially for you, but something about it made you feel comfortable and cozy. It was like a routine, especially with all the music videos and movies you had to film, the makeup, the hair.

They made you sit back, giving you your phone like a child while they made you even more sparkly than before, making sure you'd stand out against the flashing lights during the performance. A performance you made sure no one would ever forget. Smiling, you let your thoughts drift back to a certain super soldier as you were pampered.

—

"Welcome to the People's Choice Awards!"

The room darkened, the blue and pinks lights focusing on the stage as cameras all turned towards your shadow. Making sure your mic was set properly, tried to see past the darkness, to see a familiar face or two but with the headache coming on from the tight half-ponytail didn't help your case. The music started, the beat vibrating, you flipped your hair, and started.

"I've been there all night

I've been there all day (Nicki Minaj)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Let then hoes know)"

You rode the bike, belting out in your microphone, the attached headset limiting your movements a little. Gripping the handles, you made eye contact at the camera to your left, winking at it as you pedaled.

"I'm talkin' to ya

See you standing over there with your body

Feeling like I wanna rock with your body

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'

I'm comin' at ya

'Cause I know you got a bad reputation

Doesn't matter, 'cause you give me temptation

And we don't gotta think 'bout nothin'"

As you had sung, your eyes had adjusted to the bright spotlight focused on you, seeing a shadow of the one person you wanted to make you walk side to side. While you had answered the reporter's question, you hadn't been completely honest. Some of the lyrics had been written for the Bostonian; or to be more exact, your sex fantasies. With the chorus coming up, you let go of the handles, trying not to fall on your ass as you clapped your hands above your head, the claps matching the beat.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I..."

Trying to be bold, you stared at him, his face in particular. The spotlight had blinded you so much that you couldn't see what his reaction was—or anyone's for that matter—but maybe it was a good thing. After all, his gaze always made you blush no matter how hard you tried not to. Pedaling faster, you threw your head back, hoping the motion would draw everyone's—Chris'—eyes on your chest.

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

With the help of a shirtless dancer, you got off your bike, taking the sheer jacket from him, and putting it on as you walked towards the front of the stage, moving your hips in to the beat of the song. Resting a hand on a shirtless dancer, you positioned yourself so you were grinding your ass against his crotch, throwing back an arm around his neck.

"Been tryna hide it

Baby, what's it gonna hurt if they don't know?

Makin' everybody think that we solo

Just as long as you know you got me

And boy, I got ya

'Cause tonight I'm making deal with the devil

And I know it's gonna get me in trouble

Just as long as you know you got me"

Sashaying to the little balance beam at the front of the stage, you made sure your hips swayed more than usual.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give you up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side

I've been here all night

I've been here all day

And boy, got me walkin' side to side"

A few seconds after your note ended, you strike a pose on the balance beam, posing for a few more seconds while the cameras turned their attention away from you and onto the queen of rap herself: Nicki Minaj. The leather, pink bodysuit was identical to yours except for the color, her attitude fitting the badass outfit. She began to walk towards the stage, never breaking eye contact with the camera in front of her while the men pretending to work out to the choreo.

"Uh, yeah

This the new style with the fresh type of flow

Wrist icicle, ride dick bicycle

Come through yo, get you this type of blow

If you want a ménage, I got a tricycle

All these bitches' flows is my mini-me

Body smoking, so they call me Young Nicki Chimney

Rappers in they feelings 'cause they feelin' me

Uh, I-I give zero fucks and I got zero chill in me

Kissing me, copped the blue box that say Tiffany

Curry with the shot, just tell 'em to call me Stephanie

Gun pop, then I make my gum pop

I'm the queen of rap"

By the time she had finished her verse, you had caught up with the multitasking of both working out and singing, able to use your full singing capabilities for your high note. Nicki joined you on stage, hyping up the crowd while you built up for the high note, almost every camera pointed at you except for the one focused on capturing the headline-worthy expression slapped on Chris' face.

"These friends keep talkin' way too much

Say I should give em up

Can't hear them, no, 'cause I...

"I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all night, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)

I've been here all night (Been here all night, baby)

I've been here all day (Been here all day, baby) (Ooh, baby)

And boy, got me walkin' side to side (Side to side)"

Both you and Nicki motioned for the dancers to come towards you, curling your index finger at the sexy men. Singing the refrain, you both made them drop to their knees in front of you, as if they were kneeling at your command.

Just as the last note was sung, everyone clapped, the majority standing up, and more cheered. You noticed Chris hadn't done either, still sitting in his motionless while two camera men pointed their cameras at him. Your eyebrows furrowed, thankfully after the spotlight had shifted over to the miniature stage where the two hosts were babbling about nominations.

You were ushered off the stage along with the queen of rap herself, taking a few backstage photos before quickly returning back to your dressing room to change into your tailored dress. Your mind had wandered to why Chris hadn't applauded—not that he was obliged too, but a little something would've nice, especially with all the days put into the performance.

Taking a deep breath, you entered the big room, filled with your co-stars and other A-list celebrities. Little did you know you'd find out the reason to your question in the morning.

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The loud ringtone woke you up, the sound obnoxious and borderline abuse to your ears. Beside you, Chris groaned, rolling onto his stomach, trying to muffle the sound of the call with his arm draped over his head. Putting him out his misery, you lazily reached for your phone, pressing the green button with dread, seeing the name across the screen.

"Hello—"

"You're trending on Twitter." Alexandre announced, happy with the results of the previous awards show. While it wasn't something as big as a Grammy or Oscar, judging by the amount of awards you had taken home, you became the people's favorite. "Hold on, lemme rephrase that. You and Chris are trending. Number one, world wide."

Glancing at the man sleeping beside you, you sat up, confused by the information given to you. You blamed Chris for making you stay up so late for your confusion. "Um, why? Did I accidentally have another nip slip?"

"What the hell?" Chris mumbled, rolling onto his back, his arm grazing your bare stomach. He immediately took it back, sitting up to look over your puzzled face. "What's going on?"

You shrugged, putting your phone on speaker so Alexandre could explain. Your manager chuckled, knowing you had stayed the night with Chris. He was just waiting for the day you'd finally have the guts to speak about the growing sexual tension. "Okay, Alex, explain."

"As much as I would love to go into full detail, I have other stuff to do so, I'm going to give you the basics. Chris' reaction to your performance went viral, people are shipping the both of you, and there's been thousands of memes made." Alexandre replied, a smile evident in his voice. "Anyways, I have to go. Got some interviews to schedule. Have fun getting your way out of this, Chris."

Your phone screen went back to the home screen, a picture of your family dog, Buster, smiling widely. Looking at Chris, you saw his eyes widened, his hands coming to rest of his face in embarrassment as he fell back onto the bed with a bounce, his head nearly hitting the headboard. "Oh, fuck."

"Are you going to show me what your face looked like or do I have to scroll through Twitter until I find it? Oh! Maybe they edited it in my performance." you thought out load, tapping on the YouTube app. You hadn't trusted yourself enough to log into your official account, knowing you'd probably make a mistake so you opted for having a secondary account where you could watch cat videos without the anxiety of posting something stupid.

Chris' hand snatched your phone away, tucking it in his pocket, the sweats he had slept in was somehow wrinkled, and his shirt damp from the warmth. "You wanna get some food? I'll cook some bacon but you'll have to make the pancakes 'cause the last time—"

"I wanna see your reaction." you whined, reaching across his stomach for your phone. Chris turned his body away from you, shielding the phone from your reach. "Chris!"

He waved your attempt away, rolling off the bed, his feet hitting the floor before you could fall back on the mattress.You poured, getting on all fours, crawling towards the edge. Chris took a step back, brows furrowing. "It's not important. Let's get you some food."

"Fine." you mumbled, an idea making you light up. Rolling off the bed, you glanced at his phone on the nightstand, exposed and easy to take. With quick reflexes, you grabbed his phone, rolling back on the bed until you reached the other side, making it impossible for him to reach for his phone back.

"Hey!" the Bostonian shouted, launching himself on the bed in attempt to get his phone back. He made a noise as you rushed out of your room, locking yourself in the nearby bathroom, laughing evilly when he threw himself at the door. He yelled out your name, his fist banging on the door. "I'm serious! Don't!"

Ignoring his begging, you opened his phone with your thumbprint. How ironic how much he didn't want you to look at his phone when he was the one who insisted you have the password to it. His arguments became louder as you opened up his Twitter, immediately heading to the trending section, seeing both your names at the number one spot.

"Damn, I look hot." you joked out loud, making Chris silent for a second before pleading for you not to continue. You smirked, scrolling through the tweets, trying to find his reaction. "Jesus Christ, what the hell happened to you? Did you fall on your face or something?"

Chris groaned, banging his head on the door in defeat as he heard your almost inaudible gasp, that quickly turned into little giggles. If he wasn't so embarrassed, he would've broken the door down to hold you in his arms. "Oh, no."

Bursting out into hard laughter, you fell into the large bathtub, hitting your head on the wall but you couldn't care less. The expression on his face during your performance had been borderline comical, the wide eyes, the jaw hanging open, the open hand resting on his chin while his eyes stayed strained on you the whole time, never wavering from your body, the sexy choreography making his jeans tight.

Cackling like the Wicked Witch of the West, tears ran down your cheeks, your stomach cramping from the maniacal laughter. Lifting yourself up from the tub, you stumbled to the door, your loud laugh ringing out towards the whole house. You let Chris in the bathroom, his phone quickly taken from your hand but it was too late. The blush on his cheeks wasn't going away anytime soon. You leaned against him, your head resting on his chest, while you panted out a question. "Why did you look like you were trying to attract flies in your mouth?"

Chris groaned again, covering his eyes with a hand while the other rested on your back. "You're not going to let me live this down, are you?"

"Oh, God, no." you giggled, wiping the tears away, beginning to calm down. Glancing up at him, you noticed everything above the shoulders was gleaming red, the embarrassment too unbearable for him. "Chris, you looked exactly like the first time we were forced to share a bed together."

"Yeah, you have that affect on me."

"You gonna tell me why you looked so ... shocked? Or do I have to search through Twitter and go with whatever fan theory makes the most sense?" you asked, unable to keep the smug grin off your face. Chris closed his eyes, wishing he hadn't made you come to the awards show in the first place. You raised an eyebrow, fingers itching towards his phone. "You know I'll do it, Evans."

The man raised his hands, taking them off of you as he paced around the bathroom, deciding if this embarrassing moment was the right time to finally confess. "It's just, you know, the dance was so ... sexual and hot that I probably wasn't the only one looking at you like that. You can't exactly blame me for being shocked, watching the girl I'm in love with—"

Chris stopped as you be watched the colors drain out of your face, immediately freezing when he realized what he had said. Both of you stared at each other, eyes wide, not moving a muscle, barely blinking; the atmosphere so tense neither of you were breathing, waiting for the other to talk. But neither of you wanted to go first, terrified.

It wasn't until you started to feel dizzy that you realized you hadn't been breathing, letting out a huge breath, trying to relax while Chris did the same, his hands shaking, a nervous tick he got whenever he was anxious. You got the courage to speak first.

"What?"

It was better than nothing.

Chris was so nervous he nearly ran out of the room. There wasn't some kind of handbook or script he could read, helping him tell one of his best friends how head over heels he was for her. So, he said what his brain was stewing. "What?"

"What—what?" you replied, unsure if he even said the L word, so lightheaded by the sudden confession.

The actor stilled, eyes widening even further, while his eyebrows shot up his forehead. "What?"

"What?"

"Say what one more time, Evans, and I will make nothing but mac and cheese for the rest of your stay." you threatened softly, getting tired of not having an answer to your one-worded question.

Chris took a deep breath, hands trembling as he clasped them together, hoping to find the right words, hoping his inner thoughts would come out clear, giving you the answer you asked for. "I'm sorry. What do you want me to say?"

"What you were saying before. You know, before you looked like you saw a ghost and almost stopped breathing. I think that would be a good start." you replied, backing up to take a seat on the plush chair. Chris mirrored your actions, putting down the lid to the toilet before sitting down.

"This isn't the way I wanted you to find out." Chris whispered, his blue eyes trained on the emotions that flashed on your face. Your uncertainty of the situation didn't help his anxiety.

"Okay, um, were you going to tell me in the first place?" you asked, playing with the hem of your shirt—it had been a borrowed Patriots shirt from him. Looking back, you realized all the little things he'd done hadn't been because his platonic love for you. "Or were you just going to keep letting it be this way?"

Fidgeting with his hands, Chris peered through his eyelashes, seeing the hurt flash across your face before you quickly composed it. "Scott was hyping me up, trying to convince me to tell you before you got into another relationship. Do you know the real reason I broke up with Jenny? It hurt like hell when you announced you were engaged. Fuck, I couldn't even pretend to be happy because you were going to have the life I wanted with you, with someone who wasn't me. It was selfish and I got really mad at myself for being a dick."

"But—"

"And then the horrible, horrible relief I felt when you called off the engagement." Chris continued, his heart clenching. "Truth to be told, that was the day I found out I was in love with you, breaking things off with Jenny. Of course, I wanted to wait until you moved on, hoping to be the friend you went to but with my schedule, that was impossible. So, you seemed out comfort in Henry fucking Cavill."

"You're in love with me?" you whispered, hoping this wasn't some kind of cruel dream. If it was, you wouldn't mind staying.

The actor nodded, waiting for you to call him names and rush out. "Yes. You can leave or slap me or whatever you want to do but I love you."

You got up, running a hand through your hair. "Okay."

Chris' heart sank, wishing for any other kind of reaction, wishing you'd do something. Taking a deep breath, he got up. "Is this a goodbye?"

Frowning, you walked up to him, taking his face between with your hands, pressing your lips softly to his. You could feel his heart beat, the little organ beating so hard. You pulled away before he could recover from his shock, before he could kiss you back.

"Hello."

#chris evans #chris evans characters #chris evans x reader #chris evans smut #chris evans fanfiction #steve rogers #captain america #reader insert #marvel #chris evans x singer!reader #nicki minaj #ariana grande #fluff #side to side #song fic

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sinnohborn-trainer-evan · 2 years

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What are your favorite Pokétch apps?

There are lots of them! Some are useful, some are recreational, and some are just good for general activity. Kinda like the smartphones we use everyday.

Huh... No wonder Pokétches only sold well in Sinnoh, they just do basic things that smartphones do better, and these watches don't give you the ability to call people on them. Pokétches are no competition to Rotom phones no matter how updated they get, sad.

I don't know about that one, chief. That's a stretch goal probably too long to accomplish given the species count today.

Anyway, here are my 5 most personally favorited apps to use, and while I don't discount the Hidden Move and Poké Radar Chain Counter apps, I wanna show off stuff that's a bit less obvious than the prime essentials to a Pokémon Trainer's journey.

The Dowsing Machine!

(Obtainable once you first reach Route 207, and you get it along with the Vs. Seeker item.)

I love using this thing every chance I can get! Everywhere I go, be it the first time or the second, I have to be on my douser so I can snoop out anything that either got trashed or dropped accidentally, so I can use it and save a bit of money. Plus it does good for the environment to keep it clean of any man-made material! (I liked it a bit better in the DS original versions of DP and Platinum because I didn't have to switch in and out of watch mode just to use it, I could use it and walk around at the same time.)

The Marking Map!

(Obtainable by talking to the president of the Pokétch company in Jubilife City after getting 3 badges.)

This thing got a big upgrade in recent times! Originally you had like 2 or 3 different map apps dedicated to a different thing, one for marking, one for berry checking, and one for tracking roaming Pokémon. But now those other ones got replaced since now this one map app can do all that! (Minus berry checking, you have to open the town map and then press +). Plus it's just nice to have a little minimap on you to know where exactly you are without needing to dig that paper map out of your bag.

The Egg Monitor!

(Obtainable by speaking to the man sitting down inside the Solaceon Town Pokémon Nursery.)

This handy tool allows you to check your two Pokémon sitting at the Nursery and see whether or not they've left an egg. Good to have since it's a bit of a hassle just to go back to the nursery to find out they haven't made one yet...

I remember way back when the feature also showed the Pokémon's level as it grew overtime. But since Pokémon Day-Cares have opted to stop training Pokémon for the Trainers a few years ago, in the event that a new move gets learned and replaces an existing move that the Trainer might want to have kept, the app no longer shows the level of the Pokémon. Personally I am a bit upset that they did stop raising Pokémon in the Day-Care, but I understand the reason for it. Moving on,

The Coin Toss!

(Obtainable by going to the Hotel Grand Lake house, which requires Rock Climb to access, and then talking to the Rich Boy. The Grand Lake Hotel houses are situated in the corner area of Route 213.)

This one has helped me make some pretty big decisions in my life, and a lot of smaller ones too. It's a nice digital replacement if you're short of an actual coin. And sometimes it's fun to just flip away and see where life takes you... Not saying you should always let a coin decide your life for you if you're unsure, but it's great for settling with your friend on where to eat for lunch, or who's gonna wear that funny-looking hat for the whole day. Life can be made more interesting if you, every once in a while, just take a coin and decide something on a flip.

And lastly

The Dot Artist!

(Obtainable by showing the scientist a Pokémon with a Naive nature at the eastern house behind the lighthouse at Sunyshore City.)

This is one of those recreational apps I was talking about. It's a nice pastime if you're just sitting and waiting, or if you're bored and just want to flex your artistic finger with a bit of pixel art!. (If only the screen wasn't so small, it would be easier for me to accurately make stuff on it...)

As you can probably tell from the sprite of a chain whip and my take on the classic C, I've been on kind of a Castlevania binge (if my last post was anything to go by), and when I'm not playing the games, the music is always stuck in my head. So I figured why not draw out my love for the series here?

So that covers all my favorite Pokétch apps, I would like to know which ones are your favorite too!

And one last thing I want to ask regarding the Pokétch.

Which design of Pokétch do you prefer better, the DP kind or the Platinum design? Which color would you have your Pokétch be? Would you want to have a Pokétch at all? Why or why not?

I'm definitely curious and wanting to hear your opinions on this fun little trinket.

I'm honestly really glad the Pokétch is back, it doesn't get enough love and you don't see the actually useful apps anywhere else.

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paper--moons · 3 years

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CG!Monoma Headcanons

Monoma isn't exactly suited to being a cg at first. Which is totally fine; some people don't have the natural inclination, to know what to do when or what it is their little one wants/needs at any given moment. Oftentimes it can be trial and error on both ends while getting adjusted to the other's needs. So while he thinks Kendo would be more suited to being their cg and doesn't understand why they picked him, what matters is that they picked him. They trusted him with their small self above everyone else. Even though it's a bit of a learning curve for him for sure, he's more than willing to step up his game for them.

Stepping up his game included but was not limited to: learning what sort of teasing was appropriate for them and that they understood was just him being playful and not mean, figuring out things like sleeping and eating schedules, remembering their likes and dislikes, etc. Monoma considers his first real "win" as a cg the first time he cooked something for them that they actually ate and didn't just play with. He's not a bad cook by any means, but he definitely had to adjust to their little taste buds while also making it engaging for them.

Such a terrible influence, but in a strangely positive way. Monoma is always hyping them up, so this behavior is really good if his regressor struggles with/doesn't have a lot of self-confidence; suddenly they've got him building them up all the time! Lots and lots of loud talking about how great they are that can nearly be heard from a block away with that mouth of his. And while it might not always feel deserved, he assures them that it is. He does this regardless of whether they are in or out of their regressed headspace, and from seemingly minor achievements to bigger ones.

On a similar note, he is absolutely convinced that his regressor is the best little one out there and can do no wrong. They have a playdate with another regressor? You can bet he's sitting back with the other cg while they and their playmate run around, showing off pictures of them while he chats and keeps an eye on the little ones. "And this is when they drew on my bedroom wall. Isn't it adorable? I know you're jealous." Cue him practically shoving his phone in the other cg's face and flipping through his whole photo album until they agree.

Monoma is pretty big on endearments too. Though by far he most often calls his little one "my favorite". Favorite what exactly? Person? Friend? Regressor? If they ask him, he only laughs and taps the tip of their nose and reiterates with (a rather unhelpful, in their opinion) "why, you're my favorite". As if that clarifies anything. (Really though, they're his favorite everything. But that's too much to try and explain, plus it's more fun to tease them about it if you ask him.)

While overall bringing a very chaotic and fun energy to his cg style, Monoma is capable of being serious. And his serious side never comes out faster than when they're upset. He wants names of whoever made them feel this way, or if it's more of an internal problem within themselves he wants to work through it with them. He understands that sometimes their emotions feel too big for them when they're only little—they shouldn't have to feel like they have to handle it by themselves. It's his responsibility to help them through it, though moreover it's something he wants to help with. He can't stand it when his favorite is sad, after all.

His tendency for over the top dramatics and his inclination for performances lend very well to pretend play, proving himself to be an excellent playmate for his little one should they require it. Monoma is always happy to play opposite of them, and often puts them as the star of their little game—only to be surprised (and genuinely touched) when they want to have him be the star with them. He's so used to considering himself a side character, that this gesture coming from someone with such an innocent mindset lets him know that at least to someone he isn't the side character he believes himself to be (and once again proves that his kiddo is the absolute sweetest, no one else even comes close).

#sfw agere #bnha #bnha agere #monoma neito #agere monoma neito #moons hcs

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miss-smutty · 3 years

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The Destructive Secret

Chapter 3

A/N- The secrets out! Well to you guys anyway 🤫

Summary- You've got a secret to hide and it's going to cause complete and utter destruction. It's only so long until your lies are going to catch up to you.

Word count- 3,258

Warnings- Swearing, lies, deceit, cheating

Pairing- Chris Hemsworth X you / Liam Hemsworth X you

18+ only!

Disclaimer: This is an entire work of fiction/AU and has no affiliation to real life what so ever! This is a fictional story about fictional characters who happen to share names and faces with some real people.

Posted: 25th May 2021

Taglist-: @innerpaperexpertcloud @pandaxnienke @chickensarentcheap @mostly-marvel-musings

Chapter 1 + 2

"Morning babe, I tried to let you have a sleep in. I didn't wake you did I?" He asks, preoccupied with the washing up.

"No, I actually had a good sleep for once." You say nonchalantly while searching through the kitchen cupboards for a mug in a half asleep haze. "That's not going to last long when I have to spend the weekend in a hotel bed though."

Finally finding your favourite mug right at the back of the cupboard, you slam it on the counter a little more aggressively than you expected, startling you out of your daziness. Your boyfriend raises his eyebrow at you questioningly and you just shrug your shoulders back at him. It was definitely going to be one of them days, those days where nothing goes right. You would question what you'd done to deserve it but you already know the answer to that. You were just going to have to put up with karma kicking your ass at any given moment for the rest of your life.

"Aww I know babe, at least it's only two night's though." He comes up behind you, resting his chin on your shoulder and wrapping his arms around your waist. "You've just reminded me -" He presses carefully, the way he shifts his composure telling you he's uncomfortable with what he's about to say and your heart begins to beat a little faster. " - I know you're going away tomorrow and I really wanted to have the night alone..." He pauses again.

"Just tell me, what is it?" You ask, trying to keep the annoyance from your voice.

"My brother called this morning, he sounds in a bad way so I said he can come over and hang out tonight. You don't mind do you?" Now your heart stops beating completely, what the hell is he playing at?

"I'm worried about him, he's not been right lately and he's going away for work tomorrow night too so it's the only time I can see him really." You're angry with him for saying he's going away too, how more fucking obvious can he make it? You're just both suspiciously going to be away with work at the same time. You can't protest about it now, you don't want to raise any more questions.

"No of course not, babe." You agree reluctantly, still seething with anger on the inside. "Right, I'm going for a shower and then I better start packing." You sulk.

"Do you want some help?" He ask as you kiss him on his cheek while you're passing.

"It's ok babe, you know how meticulous I am with my packing." You say smiling softly at him.

"Gotcha, I am not getting involved with that. Give me a shout if you want a coffee."

"You're the best."

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Using the tap to muffle the sound of your voice while you make a call. This was starting to become a habit now, the sound of running water in the background whenever you speak to him, a memory that you will never forget. Whenever you run your bath or fill the sink you're going to be reminded of your lying and cheating. Great! Just another thing to add to the list of things to look forward to in the future.

You never thought you'd be a cheater, especially to someone you loved and cared for so deeply. You'd always despised people who cheated, could never understand how people could have multiple lives and cheat multiple times. Naively thinking that if they weren't happy they should just tell the person they are with and stop all the hurt but it doesn't always work that way. You didn't suddenly think 'hey I'm not happy, I'm going to go fuck someone else'. You certainly wouldn't have chosen his brother if that was the case. Over the years it just happened and you hated yourself for it. You weren't even unhappy in your relationship, so that throws all your theories of 'cheaters' completely out of the window. The sound of the dial tone snaps you from your thoughts.

"Hi babe." He answers almost immediately, leaving you with no time to regain your composure. "Hello?"

"Oh erm.... Don't 'hi babe' me." Not a great start, you have to admit.

"What's wrong?" You can tell that Chris is amused with your tone of voice and it makes that anger resurface.

"You know exactly what's wrong, why the fuck are you coming over here tonight?"

"Erm to s-" you don't even give him time to speak before you interrupt him. You don't believe that he's just coming to see Liam, you know he's coming to see you no matter what he says.

"As if it's not awkward enough without having you both in the same house together... You have to cancel." The thought of them both being together with you filled you with fear. How were you supposed to act around them both? The idea of it fills you with chills.

"I'm not cancelling. I haven't seen him in a while and he invited me. It'll be fine, I'll be on my best behaviour, I promise. I get you all to myself tomorrow anyway."

"Exactly so why do you need to come over here and make everything all awkward?"

"Babe I'm coming to see my brother, you get me to yourself tomorrow. Don't be selfish" you could hear the amusement in his voice, you're sure he enjoys this.

"Pfft." A huff is about the only thing you could manage right now.

"You get to have both your favourite people in the same room, at the same time... Hey maybe we can have a threesome?"

"Fuck off." You murmur, although you have to admit the thought of it does turn you on slightly. In a perfect world that would be the best possible outcome but it's not a perfect world and that most definitely would never happen.

"I'll see you tonight, wear something sexy." He laughs.

"This isn't funny." You reply before hanging up the phone and you're left alone with the tormenting sound of flowing water.

This is going to be a disaster, you can't help but think that tonight is the night it all comes out. Surely this isn't what he has planned, he wouldn't want to hurt his brother in such a viscous way. To announce at dinner that he's fucking his girlfriend and that they've been going behind his back and fucking for years. Surely not? You're pretty sure you're being paranoid but know you're going to be on the edge of your seat all night, frightened everytime he opens his mouth to speak.

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You're sure you've downed almost a full bottle of wine before he's even arrived, you try to remember how many glasses you've had when you finally hear the dreaded chime of the doorbell. Your head is dizzy with bubbles already, your stomach churning at the thought. It wasn't the cleverest of ideas to drink so much already, not when you need to be sharp and aware of what you're doing and saying. Fuck.

The way Chris' eyes light up when he sees you reminds you exactly why this is all worth it. You feel your nerves settle slightly now the first step was over and it wasn't so bad was it? You don't know what you were actually expecting, him to walk through the door and kiss you passionately sounds about right though.

"Chris! Hi, how you doing?" You act, standing on your tiptoes to hug him. It's so hard acting like he's your brother in law and not your... Boyfriend? Lover? You don't even know what to call him.

"Hi, beautiful." He whispers into your ear, making your stomach flip when you feel his lips graze against your neck. "I'm good thank you, how are you guys?" He says louder, moving away from your arms reluctantly and standing against the counter. The glint in his eyes and the smirk on his lips make him look sexy as hell, you bite onto your lip as hard as you can. Hoping to draw blood so you can concentrate on the pain and not the fact you want to rip your boyfriend's brothers clothes off.

"We're great" Liam replies.

"I'm sure you are." Chris says sarcastically under his breath, luckily Liam didn't hear him. You give Chris the glare, reminding him to be on his best behaviour.

"But how are you? You didn't sound too good the other day." Liam asks, opening a bottle of wine.

"I was probably just tired bro, you know how it is. I don't get much sleep nowadays."

"Oh yeah, is a woman involved by any chance?" Liam asks, laughing to himself.

"Yeah, something like that." Chris subtly grazes your hand as you walk into the kitchen to help Liam. You freeze on the spot, looking into his eyes you see a desperately pleading look. You know this is torture for him, that he just wants to grab you and hold onto you. Even though he tries his best not to, he hates his brother for it, he hates that he gets to have you.

"Anyway, it smells great in here. What you making?" Chris says locked in eye contact with you.

"I've just thrown together some dinner." You say casually, although deep down your heart is tugging and your hands are shaking.

"Her food is fucking amazing, I probably should have made sure you hadn't eaten first though?" Liam puts his arms around you and kisses your cheek as you carry on stirring the food on the stove. You're glad you have your back to Chris because you dread to think of his reaction. How you have to pretend you don't know each other on that deep level. You had tried to warn him that this was a bad idea.

"Yeah, no that would be awesome. Thanks" You can tell by the way his voice broke that this is causing him pain and there's nothing you can do about it.

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"Do you want a beer or are you ok with wine?" Liam asks Chris as you sit down at the table ready to eat.

"I'd love a beer bro" Chris replies. You watch from the corner of your eye as Liam heads to the fridge, your heart beating a little faster now he's out of sight. Looking to Chris nervously.

Chris takes the opportunity while Liams back is turned and grabs your hand under the table. Stroking your palm with his thumb he mouths the words 'love you'. You can't help but feel sorry for him, this horrible situation you're all in. You mouth the words back to him before he lets your hand go when Liam comes back into sight.

All the way through the meal Chris can't take his eyes off of you, you're worried Liam will notice but he's paying no attention. Obviously he has no reason to doubt his loyal girlfriend and protective big brother, why would he? Which makes your betrayal even more unbearable.

"This is great Y/N." Chris says after tasting your food and moving your dress a little higher so he can place his hand on the top of your bare thigh under the table. The shock makes you jump and you hit your knee on the top of the table.

"Are you alright?" Liam asks looking slightly confused.

"Sorry, yeah. I just burnt my mouth." There's a slight hint of amusement in your words, you're a bad person but the situation is just too much not to find it slightly funny. The feel of Chris' hand on your thigh makes you feel butterflies in your stomach at the same time as the deep sick feeling of dread, your mind in a giant conflicted turmoil of feelings.

You can see Chris is also trying to hide his laugh as he takes a sip from his beer, one hand still on your thigh. Why the fuck am I sat in the middle? You hadn't thought about it when you'd sat down but now realise it was a massive mistake and also subconsciously the perfect place for you. The playing piece in a match against brothers, only one player is unaware there is any contest at all.

Chris finishes his beer and puts it down on the table loudly, filling the awkward silence between you all. You can understand the awkwardness between you and Chris but why is Liam not speaking? He wanted to see Chris to figure out what was wrong with him but he's not asking any questions. Has he figured it out? Did he see Chris touch your hand earlier? Had he seen you both whispering? You wriggle in your chair, feeling deadly uncomfortable and hoping Chris would move his hand. He didn't take the hint.

"Do you want another?" Liam asks Chris, already getting up from his chair and not waiting for an answer. Something is definitely wrong. Chris's hand moves further up your thigh, grazing the lace of your panties with the tip of his long finger. He's also completely oblivious to your awkwardness, drinking too much is numbing his senses and becoming dangerous. He's playing with fire.

You fling your chair back from the table, standing abruptly, your cheeks flushed red with embarrassment and nervousness.

"I'm just gunna get some more beers from the basement." Liam announces, Chris sat cooly in his chair with not an ounce of nervousness.

"It's ok I'll go, you guys have a chat." You say, desperately needing to escape for a minute to catch your breath.

"Don't be silly, it'll only take me a minute." Liam says, already walking towards the door.

Chris takes his cue again, standing from his chair and moving over to you. Standing closely so he can whisper in your ear, his arm pressed to the small of your back while he holds you against him.

"I can't wait to have you in my bed again tomorrow Y/N. I've waited too long."

"Chris, shh."

"No, you shh. I wish I had you now, right here. I could just sit you up on this counter and fuck you right here -" He moves his hand up your skirt, gripping your ass in his big hands. "- You want that don't you? Tell me." His teeth graze the skin on your neck, making your head hang back loosely. You want it so bad, all your tension melts away as your muscles relax in his arms.

"We've got all weekend Chris, we can't do this here. It's too risky." You sigh, carefully wrapping your arms around his neck and listening for any sign of Liam.

"Fuck I know but it's so hard being here with you and not being able to fucking touch you." He moves away from you, running his hand though his hair in frustration.

"I told you how hard it'd be." You say.

"How hard what would be?" Liam asks breathlessly. Fuck. You hadn't heard him coming back, how much more had he heard?

You're lost for words, completely frozen in shock. If he hadn't heard or seen anything it was still way too close for your liking.

"To shoot this ball of foil into that bin from all the way over here." Chris replies hastily, you're incredibly impressed with his quick thinking.

"Let me have a go then." Liam says, taking the foil from Chris. Typical competive brothers. Chris turns to you and winks devilishly, you're perfectly aware of how desirable he looks but you try to push that thought aside. You can't be thinking about that, the things he had just been saying and the thrill of almost being caught, all at once.

"My turn." You say raising your eyebrows at them both as you swing your hips, confidently over to the fridge. Chris bites his lip as he watches you walk over. "Watch and learn boys." This is quite possibly the strangest situation you've ever been in but you might as well make the most of it.

You shoot your shot and land the foil ball straight into the bin. Turning around and bowing, you're wide eyed when you straighten back up. They both moved towards you as if they were going to kiss you, luckily Chris stopped himself in time.

"Only you could've landed that shot." Liam says, picking you up in his arms, leaving you with no choice but to wrap your legs around him while he kisses your lips deeply.

You risk a glance at Chris over Liam's shoulder and he's seething with anger, you can see it written all over his face.

"I'm gunna go outside for some air." Chris announces blankly while Liam sets you back on the ground, a look of concern on his face.

"You alright bro?" Liam asks with no reply from Chris as he walks out of the door.

You get on with the cleaning up, distracting yourself and hoping Liam hadn't noticed Chris' reaction. You can sense Liam behind you, stood on the spot thinking. He's working it out, he's putting together all the pieces and finally working it out.

"I've worked out what's wrong with Chris." He comes up behind you, emptying the plates into the trash. Fuck, here we go.

"What do you mean?" You ask gently, not really wanting to hear his conclusion.

"You know, the reason why he's been moping about all the time." You don't turn around, you just listen, hiding your face and any reaction you're showing. "Well he's quite obviously jealous of us." He adds. There we go, he's worked it out or he's definitely worked out Chris' part in it all.

You felt your stomach drop, Chris was so obvious it wouldn't take a genius to see something was wrong.

"What makes you say that?" You press, carefully. Your back still turned to Liam while you clean the surfaces.

"Don't tell me you didn't notice how he just acted when I kissed you." Of course you noticed, you just hoped Liam hadn't. It won't be long until he puts all the pieces together and figures this all out, if he hasn't already. You pour the last of the bottle of wine into your glass, gulping it greedily. Lord knows you're going to need it.

"He needs a girlfriend, can't you fix him up with one of your friends?" You can't describe the relief you feel right now and a small twang of jealousy at the thought of Chris with one of your friends.

"I'm sure your brother isn't short of admirers Liam, he doesn't need me to fix him up" Your tone of voice was a little too short. Pull it together.

"I suppose you're right but he doesn't have the best taste in women does he?" You can feel your cheeks burning, you're fighting the urge to defend yourself. Telling Liam his brother had the same taste in women when it came to you, wouldn't go down quite so well would it?

"I'm seeing someone actually Liam." Chris says, overhearing your conversation as he came back in after finally composing himself.

"Oh really? You never said." Liam asks curiously.

"Yeah, we're keeping it to ourselves for now... Until she tells her boyfriend." What the actual fuck? You can't believe he's just said that, he looks at you defiantly, completely over this whole thing.

Liam nearly spat his drink out and you're sure your cheeks are beetroot red, you don't have a clue what to do in this situation.

"Is she married? Do I know her?" Liam questions further. You're hoping and praying he stops with the questions, Chris is ready and willing to come clean, you can tell by his expression.

"No not married but you do know her. You know her really well actually." Chris says while avoiding your gaze purposefully...

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babyboyblasty · 3 years

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CHAPTER 12:

All the girls had at least one bag in their hand. Momo had eight (some big but most of them medium sized that only contained one or two things each), Mina four, Hagakure two, Jirou one, Uraraka one, Tsuyu two, and Aoyama five. The only one without any bags was Bakugou since he hasn’t bought anything. So far— and he will rather die than admit it out loud— hanging out with his classmates wasn’t the most terrible thing that has happened to him these past three days. He was actually kinda having a good time.

"You should have come with us to get your nails painted too, Bakugou-kun" Hagakure placed an invisible hand on his shoulder where he saw some glittery blue polish.

"Yeah! I think a nice /green/ would look great on you" Uraraka smiled, giving a wink to Tsuyu who shook her head.

“Actually, I think Bakubabe would prefer a firetruck /red/ ” Mina nudged Jirou who gave her friend a knowing look.

"On the contrary, I believe a nice dark color like black or purple would suit Bakugou-san best" Momo suggested, oblivious to what her other friends were hinting at. "Perhaps Bakugou would like to join us on our next trip?" she turned to look at him and he looked back at her then the rest who were waiting for his answer like they were insane.

"But I won't be a girl then" he replied like they'd forgotten.

"We know that, kero, but Bakugou-chan is fun when he is not yelling," Tsuyu responded, a finger to her cheek.

"You joining us again would be très bien, monsieur" Aoyama smiled over at him, wiggling his fingers in front of his face to show off simplistic french tipped fingernails.

Bakugou didn't really respond but he did smile a little on the inside. Not that they needed to know that though.

The conversation was dropped to start another one about what they've bought so far, cuticle care (via Aoyama), and what they wanted to do tomorrow in their free day. That somehow turned into Momo recalling a restaurant she visited with her parents where the food was magnificent and that led to Bakugou claiming he can make the best damn breakfast they've ever had and Jirou challenging him to cook breakfast for them tomorrow to prove it. He agreed of course and the girls couldn't wait. They already knew Bakugou was a great cook but challenging him was always fun for both them and for Bakugou since he liked to prove he was the best.

After walking around for a bit, the girls decided that they wanted to go into a store that just recently opened. It was one similar to Victoria Secret that sold lingerie and other intimate clothing that Bakugou didn’t feel comfortable in so the blonde stayed outside on his phone.

"Is that Bakugou Katsuki I'm seeing? Or do my eyes deceive me" Bakugou could practically hear the smirk and sarcasm dripping from the words. Looking up, he saw Emo Deku 2.0 walking over to where he was standing, the smug bastard.

"Is that the human vibrator I'm seeing? Or is it just a big pile of dog shit" he countered back, baring his teeth up at the guy. Shindou Yo always rubbed him the wrong way and just the sound of his voice and that dumb way he patronized and looked down at him like he was better was enough to make his blood boil. He thought he’d seen the end of him after their provisional hero license exam when he was a first year and Shindou was a third year, but fate has a funny way of working and Bakugou seems to run into the guy more often than he'd like when he's out doing public service hero work or at internships.

"No need for insults, Bakugou. I was just surprised to see you, that's all. I heard about what happened over at the agency but I didn't believe it. I mean, you /are/ supposed to be the best, right? So how on earth was I to believe that a small time thug got the upper hand on the Great Explosion Murder God DynaMight?" Shindou tilted his head, looking down at Bakugou with fake curiosity and concern. "I could see I was mistaken though. Maybe you're just not as amazing as they say you are /just/ yet. That's okay though. It took me all three years at Ketsubutsu Academy to fully learn how to be a great hero but I guess some people need more time. It's okay being a late bloomer. Isn't that right, Katsuki?"

Bakugou was positively fuming and it took everything in him not to launch at him right then and there. He wasn't the same explosive boy from his first year that couldn't control his impulses. Besides, making him lose his composure is what that asshole wanted and he won't give him the satisfaction. He won't compromise his perfect record and possibly endanger someone by using his quirk in a public setting. Clenching his fist as hard as he could, he let the sparks threatening to ignite die in his palms.

"What? You've got nothing to say, Katsuki? How very unlike you" the black haired boy teased. It's been two years since Shindou Yo graduated from Ketsubutsu Academy High School and half a year since he's been working as a rookie pro hero. He was assigned to this mall by the agency he works at and imagine his surprise when he saw Bakugou just standing there in the open like that. Really, he just couldn't resist coming over and saying hi. The blonde was always so entertaining.

"Pro-hero Grand! May we have your autograph?" a small girl and boy ran over to them, each holding a pen and notebook in their hands up to Shindou's face. The man's condescending smile changed into a friendly one at the flip of a switch. "Of course! It'd be an honor" he laughed and gave them both his signature. Bakugou let out a 'tch' sound, crossing his arms over his chest. "Thank you for your support!" he waved them goodbye and the children waved back with a 'thank you', running off back to a woman who they guessed was their mother.

"Does it ever get tiring being a two-faced bitch?" Bakugou growled and Shindou turned back to him, letting out an amused laugh.

"See? There he is. Or should I say she now?" he made a thinking face and laughed when Bakugou audibly growled like a dog. "That's what I like about you, Bakugou. Always so feisty" he cooed before stepping a bit closer. Bakugou kept his ground so they were almost chest to chest, Bakugou glaring up at the guy because of his new height. If he was smaller by one or two inches before, he is now nearly half a foot shorter than the bastard. "You know, this look actually kinda suits you. It makes you look cute when you're angry so really I can't even take you seriously. Not that I did before, but now I get the sudden urge to hug you. Isn't that funny?" he smirked.

"Well take a good long look, perv, because I'll be turning back to normal tomorrow morning," Bakugou spat. Shindou looked genuinely confused for a split second and it made Bakugou get a sinking feeling in his chest.

"Tomorrow morning? Are you sure? Did Eraser tell you that?" the pro hero raised an eyebrow, a smile tugging at his lips.

"What the hell are you getting at?" Bakugou frowned.

"Oh nothing, don't mind me. If that's what your teacher said then it must be true" he shrugged.

"Is there something you're not telling me? If there is, spit it out already."

"Like I said, it's nothing. Anyway, I must be getting back to work. The streets don't keep themselves safe, you know?" Shindou smiled and turned to leave but Bakugou immediately grabbed his arm, spinning him around to face him and gripping onto the black and gold top piece of his hero costume to pull him down to his eye level.

"Woah there Bakugou. Aren't we moving just a bit too fast?" the older of the two chuckled.

"Listen up, dumbass. I swear if there's something you're not telling me I'll—" he growled out before getting interrupted by a stern voice.

"Bakugou! What is going on here? Let go of him immediately" Iida stepped up to both of them. Midoriya, Todoroki, and the other three standing behind the tall, navy haired male were all ready to intervene if need be, Midoriya and Todoroki more so than the rest.

Bakugou unclenched his hands from Shindou's hero costume with a huff and Shindou smoothed it out with a throaty laugh.

"Thanks for that. Iida Tenya, right? Ingenium's younger brother?" Shindou smiled.

The class rep nodded and answered 'yes, I am' before putting his hands together. "Pro-hero Grand," Iida gave a deep bow, "I apologize in advance for my classmate's despicable behavior. As class rep it is my responsibility to ensure everyone acts their best in order to better represent the name of U.A. My apologies again, sir!" Iida was practically yelling and it caused a few heads to turn their way in curiosity to what was happening, but they all looked away with a sharp glare from a certain ash blonde that basically told them to mind their own fucking business. "Is everything okay? Was Bakugou bothering you?"

Bakugou could have laughed. Of course they'd think that so he wasn’t even surprised.

"What?" Shindou laughed before the black haired hero began maneuvering the younger so that he had an arm around Bakugou's shoulders and his other hand was holding one of Bakugou's wrists like they were the best of pals. "Oh no, not at all. Bakugou-kun and I were just talking about old times. I was giving him a few words of my experience so far and some advice as a pro hero" the male gave a bright smile. "What you saw just now was a new move Bakugou was demonstrating to me. There is no problem here, right Katsuki?"

"Whatever."

Midoriya's eyes flickered over to Kacchan. Honestly, he doesn't think that that was what happened at all. He thinks Shindou said or did something that made Bakugou react that way. He's known the blonde for a long time now and while his childhood friend might be a hot head, he wasn't the type to start fights without reason. Todoroki, Shoji, and Koda thought the same but didn't say anything. They didn’t get good vibes from Shindou either.

Todoroki didn't like the interaction between those two one bit and Izuku felt the need to go up and pull his Kacchan away from him.

"Well, that's a relief" Iida answered with a bit of hesitance. He was still a bit suspicious but let the matter slide.

"I hope to see you all out in the field in a few years. Work hard" Shindou said his goodbyes to all of them individually before turning to Bakugou. "It was nice bumping into you, Katsuki-chan. And I meant what I said earlier too. You look good" he winked and Bakugou growled. "Take care, guys" he smiled, waving goodbye.

They all watched the hero go before Iida was turning to Bakugou. "What happened between you two, Bakugou?" he frowned and Bakugou grumbled.

"Nothin' that concerns any of you. Now quit buggin me."

Iida tried not to take offense. After a few years of being classmates, he should be used to the blonde's somewhat hostile way of speaking. “As you wish. Why were you alone? Where are the girls and Aoyama?” he asked.

“In the store” he huffed, crossing his arms over his chest.

Almost as if by magic, Bakugou’s group started walking out of the store, some carrying new small bags.

“Deku-kun! Iida-kun!” Uraraka grinned, going up to them excitedly.

“Uraraka-san. It’s good to see you” Izuku smiled. The rest of them caught up before Iida started lecturing the girls about leaving Bakugou alone.

“I can take care of myself, four eyes!” he yelled but Iida paid no attention to him as he continued talking to the rest about what he saw happening with Bakugou and Shindou earlier to make a point about why we should all be in groups or in pairs at all times. Mina gasped loudly and Momo turned around to look at Bakugou with sympathy.

“Did he do something to you, Bakugou?" the pink girl was stomping over to him, a furious look on her face. "Where is he? I’ll beat him up I swear” Mina frowned, looking around to see if she can spot the black haired hero around. For his sake, he better pray she doesn't. Apparently she thought the same thing Midoriya did.

"Bakugou-kun! I am terribly sorry we left you alone. I should have known better and stayed behind with you. I am so sorry for your troubles" she apologized.

"Hah? Do you think I'm some type of damsel in distress now or something? It's fine, ponytail. Quit apologizing" he grumbled, looking away. “You too, Pinky.”

Momo gave him a soft smile and went in for a hug. She was sure he'd most likely push her off so when he didn't, she was very surprised. He didn't hug back but Momo didn't expect him to and she hugged him a bit tighter, the rest of the girls going in for a group hug as well. The boys were unsure what to do (even though some of them really wanted to join) so they stood to the side and watched how Bakugou started telling them to quit being "sentimental fucks" and let go already. They could tell he didn’t really mind it when he didn't immediately threaten to blow them up though.

Bakugou couldn’t wait until he went back to normal tomorrow.

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(the shindou and bakugou inspiration for this chapter was these two pieces of fanart!)

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cherrywoes · 3 years

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— 𝖙𝖜𝖔.

— 𝓪𝓭 𝓶𝓮𝓵𝓲𝓸𝓻𝓪.

FOUR YEARS HAD GONE by since you had vanished. To Oikawa Tooru, that had been a lifetime; he had gone through a lifetime's worth of misery, at the very least, in those handful of years that you were probably off with an adoptive family.

He had tried to find you, of course. But once his true devil powers had embedded themselves into his body, unrestrained from the age caveat that God had set upon him, he had become a monster in more ways than one. And that wasn't something he wanted to subject you to.

His human form was nice, of course, he'd give it that. It was almost worth the trouble of dealing with mortal girls; after all, his needs weren't exactly being fulfilled when he was wandering the human world. It didn't stop him from destroying the girls he was with, however—they refused second rounds and were downright terrified to sleep with him once they'd had a taste of him.

Oikawa Tooru didn't do gentle.

"Another one running for the hills?" Iwaizumi Hajime watched as his latest fling slowly picked up her cheap lingerie from the floor, the scraps torn and ripped at the seams. Her flesh was littered with bruises and scrapes and bites, the imprint of Oikawa's fingers upon her throat livid and purple and painful. "You can't just do that to every girl you come across that doesn't know who you are."

Oikawa shrugged loosely from his place at the foot of his bed. He'd tossed on a pair of sweats when he'd finished with the girl, Maya or something, and healed her just enough to send her walking out the door. Iwaizumi was lucky he'd even decided to put pants on at all.

"They haven't stopped coming yet." He smiled wickedly and reached for his vape on the nightstand. Oddly enough he couldn't stand straight nicotine. "They'll just keep getting worse."

Iwaizumi grunted and took a seat on his couch. He was aware of Oikawa's issue with his temperamental devil side, had known about it since they were children. It had been almost like a switch had been flipped one day, out of the blue. He'd never spoken about what exactly had happened, but he seemed to mull over it often when he thought no one was looking or between rounds of beating his opponents into the ground.

Looking more closely as his friend blew smoke out through his nostrils, a combination of diluted nicotine and the unholy brimstone in his lungs, he could see dark rings underneath his eyes.

"Have you been sleeping?"

"Mm?" Oikawa raised his eyebrows and reached up to ruffle his disheveled hair. "Not lately. The bad guy's acting up again."

The 'bad guy' was, in a sense, Oikawa's true form. Or, at least, the truest version he could be refined down to. The only time Iwaizumi had been privy to seeing it was during a particularly bad time in Oikawa's life, over two years after the incident that turned him into the beast he was now. He would never forget the terrible monstrosity his friend had become.

And it was only getting worse. Iwaizumi watched as his friend got up and fumbled for his seal kit, haphazardly putting together the rune brush and witch blade. After his first outburst, he'd taken to sealing his devil down as far as he could get it without forsaking it completely. So far the seals had held and kept him docile, if not slightly high at all times, but lately he'd noticed Oikawa seemed more alert and fine tuned to everyone around him.

"Here." Oikawa handed him the blade and motioned to the only unmarked section of his body: his left pectoral. He had drowned the rest in intricate scrolling linework dotted with the occasional decorative snake and panther, scarred to be permanent and inked over to hold the seal. "Do it."

It was the first time he'd ever asked him to do it before.

Iwaizumi accepted the blade with a narrowed gaze. "Why do you want me to do it? Don't you usually do it?"

"Yes. And I would have." Oikawa's eyes were unusually bright in the darkness as he regarded his friend. "But lately they've become immune to my magic, so I figured you would be a good buffer to set me right for a bit."

Iwaizumi could see the devil lurking in his aura. With a sigh, he got up and waved Oikawa to lay down on the couch. "You know, Shittykawa, we've been friends forever and I still don't know why you're like this."

"And if I have my way, you never will," he replied with a hard edge to his voice. "Get to carving."

He sighed and lifted the blade to his skin. Oikawa seemed oblivious to the pain he should be in from his heavy hand. He stared at the ceiling and drummed his fingers to a beat only he could hear, oddly mimicking the pattern of a heart, and vanished into a world of his own creation. Iwaizumi could see him zone out and relax. Whatever he was imagining it had also calmed the devil down to the point he had a hard time sensing it.

Interesting.

When he was finished and had followed the pattern with an ink seal, Oikawa snapped out of it and his devil was present again like a third entity in the room.

"Thanks, Iwa." He rolled his shoulder and got up off the couch. Blood ran down his chest and he didn't seem to care, just swiped at it with a stray shirt and tossed it into a laundry basket. He then reached for a bottle of whiskey he had on his desk, uncorking it and taking a deep swig. "So what were you here for? Other than to make remarks about my sexual proclivities of course."

"Right." Iwaizumi had almost forgotten. He pulled out his phone and unlocked it, scrolling to a text message and tossing it to Oikawa. He caught it effortlessly, the devil's reflexes more accurate than usual. "There's a match tomorrow night, midnight. The betting pool is pretty high. I figured you would be interested."

"You'd be right." They both listened to his hookup slam the door down in the stairwell; Iwaizumi with a grimace and Oikawa with a dark smirk. "She didn't do the job so a fight would do me some good."

Iwaizumi raised an eyebrow in disbelief. "Sex didn't do anything for your temper? That's new."

"Yeah." His brows furrowed in thought and suddenly he was far away again, somewhere Iwa couldn't reach him. "A lot of things are new lately."

"Tooru, what's really got you wound up like this?"

Oikawa blinked at the sound of his first name. He almost seemed offended but thought better of the first thing he wanted to say and regarded Iwaizumi with a long stare.

He almost thought he would give in and tell him.

And then the devil made him close up, his eyes hardening like chips of ice. He took another swig of his whiskey.

Iwa: 0. Devil: 1.

"Guess not." He patted his thighs and Oikawa tossed him his phone back. "Well, I'm gone. Let me know if you need anything."

Again, he seemed on the verge of asking; but every time the devil stopped him.

"I will," Oikawa said, instead, a fake smile erupting across his face. Iwaizumi hated it. "Have a good night, Iwa."

He gave him a two fingered salute and headed for the door, locking it behind him.

Oikawa tapped his fingers against the glass bottle and drained the rest of it in one go, slamming it down on the desk with a frustrated sigh.

The devil didn't want just any random girl.

It wanted [Name].

He had tried to put her out of his head and had succeeded for the most part. He didn't deserve her, even if she had left like he didn't matter. He would drown his sorrows in whiskey or the most potent vodka he could find. And if that didn't work, he went to taking his frustrations out on the women he took to bed. But not even that was riding over the devil now.

The devil plagued him with dreams of [Name] in that field as if it had just been hours ago and not five years. It was just as obsessive over her as he was and time had not changed that. It just made it worse.

Oikawa almost pitied himself. He was pining over a girl he wasn't even sure wanted anything to do with him anymore.

With a hard rub of his eyes, he headed to the bathroom to clean up his seal and, hopefully, manage to deal with the devil for another day.

But things, unfortunately, were never always that simple.

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goriestslasher · 3 years

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Think you could do Asa and Jesse coming home to find there house broken into. When they find their scared Deaf-Mute S/O they've already taken care of the home invader.

Ah, amie, for you? Any time!

Asa Emory x Jesse Cromeans x Deaf/mute S/O

Jesse Cromeans was a rich man. He knew it, Asa knew it and loved to use it to his advantage for his traps. Their little spouse knew it though they never took advantage of it, modest and sweet.

They knew enough of Jesse's money to not worry when he installed the highest grade security system, alarms that would alert Jesse and Asa to any intruders at any point in time.

It was nearly eleven when the alarm went off, Asa nearly an hour away at the hotel and Jesse an hour and a half away on a hunt. The cameras showed a man, tall and lean, entering the house.

Miles away from each other, Jesse and Asa managed to feel the exact same thing at the same moment. Anger, sharp like a knife at the fact that anyone would dare enter their home followed by-

Oh my god, (Y/n).

Jesse ran- ran- to his car, phone out and dialing Spann faster than he thought possible.

“Sir?” She murmured, very obviously tired. His fingers fumbled over the keys as he typed out sloppily-

SOMEONE IN MY HOUSE. GET TO (Y/N). Spann nodded as Jesse hung up, speeding home.

Asa left the hotel, walking calmly out. He did not shed his collector attire until he reached his van and even then, he only took off the mask. He was craving blood.

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You were reading. A medical journal sat in your hands, feet propped up on the coffee table. The tv played idly in the background, flickering lights casting a pleasant glow along with the blue-white bulb in the lamp.

A light sigh left your lips as you looked up at the clock- nearly eleven. Standing, you stretched your arms above your head, twisting your torso to shake off the stiffness that had settled there. A yawn emerged from your throat, a tired feeling settling over your heart.

Placing the book on the side table and folding the blanket- Asa was so very peculiar about cleanliness- you decided to go to bed. Jesse wouldn't be back until dawn, his newest little piggy a pretty blonde that he had been wanting for nearly a month. Asa would be back sooner, but while he was normally particular with time, when he was with his collection time seemed to flow together for him.

You shuffled upstairs to the bedroom, pondering what they would do if you were their victim. How would they dissect you? Would Jesse let you keep your head? He loved your neck, having told you so many times. It would be a shame to mess it up.

Would Asa keep you for his collection? Would he want you only as bait or as a pet? Would he-

Your heart pumped oddly in your chest, fear seizing you though you showed none of it. A gun barrel was pressed to the small of your back, a single shot would sever your spine.

You were shaking but didn't move, assuming the person was talking.

A hand on your shoulder spun you around, a tall man- not nearly as tall as Jesse, Jesse who wasn't home- talking angrily to you. He wore a black fabric mask, covering his mouth.

You brought your hands up, flinching when he waved the gun at you. You continued though, shaking ever-so-slightly.

'What do you want?' The man's eyes and demeanor showed understanding, chest falling in a sigh. 'Please don't-' he points the gun at you, mouth curling up in a sneer under his mask. His hand came up, taking off the mask and revealing pale skin.

"Can you read my lips?" He said slowly, smirking when you nodded shakily. "Good. In the room." He waved the gun towards the room, urging you on. You didn't turn all the way, walking in but keeping an eye on the man.

He walked forward past you, standing at the end of the bed and looking around the large room. Your eyes shot down to the lamp, an unbreakable and heavy thing Jesse had got.

'Looks cool,' he had signed, moving it from hand to hand. It was made of concrete, colorful swirls down the side. Cordless.

You waited until he turned to the closet, back completely to you. Grabbing it quickly, you brought it down over the back of his head, adrenaline pumping through your veins.

He sprawled out on the floor, gun flying as he fell. He wasn't unconscious but nearly, flipping over to look at you. You brought the lamp down again, heaving out heavy breaths.

His arm moved and fear surged through you, making you bring the lamp above your head.

You brought it down as heavily as you could, a silent scream leaving you as his head shattered.

Dropping the lamp, you scrambled back, pressing yourself into the headboard. Your mouth was open, horrified little pants leaving you. You shot up when you felt the air change, the door swinging open to reveal an unfamiliar man.

You lunged forward, slamming the door shut and locking it. You backed up slowly, breathing fast and panicked. Thick, warm blood coated the bottom of your foot as you stepped in the puddle that his head had made. You slipped, nearly falling on the man but only landing in his blood, scrambling back to press yourself against the wall.

Eyes locked on the bleeding corpse, you waited.

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Asa arrived first, slipping on his mask and nearly storming in. He could hear his blood in his ears, anger radiating through him as he walked in past Jesse’s people. A clean up crew, he realized solemnly. They weren’t working, seeming to just stand around.

One of the women- Spann, he recognized- gripped his arm. He turned around, knife to her throat. She didn’t look afraid, eyes glinting with sick amusement and her face all professional.

“This way, sir.”

Jesse pulled up, running inside with nowhere near as much restraint as Asa. His employees pointed the way for him, his eyes catching Spann and Asa as they approached the master bedroom.

Spann, hearing Jesse’s footsteps, turned to him.

“Good evening, sir. They’re in the bedroom and wouldn’t let us in, would you like me to-?” Jesse waved her off, striding forward.

Asa reached up, placing a hand on Jesse’s arm and squeezing lightly- support he would never admit to giving. Unlocking the door, Jesse entered first, the stronger of the two in terms of brute force, expecting the worst.

A hostage situation, maybe? Were they hurt? Were they- no, Jesse wouldn't think about what would happen if you were dead.

What he didn’t expect was their spouse, covered in blood and sitting a few feet away from a man’s corpse. His head was bashed in, one of their lamps- what could you possibly need an unbreakable lamp for, Jesse?- brain matter and blood coating their spouse.

They had not seen them yet, eyes locked on the corpse. Their arms were locked around their legs as they shuddered, a resigned look on their face.

Jesse walked forward, kneeling in front of you.

Your eyes flit up, locking onto the chromatic mask your husband bore. A sad and relieved smile graced your blood-splattered face.

‘Are you hurt?’ You shook your head at Jesse’s question, gesturing to the man.

‘He is.’ Jesse huffed out a soft laugh, brushing a piece of hair off your forehead. Your smile falls, eyes falling to the man. ‘I killed him.’ Jesse took off his mask, casting it aside carelessly. It landed in the blood, making you flinch. Jesse placed a hand on the side of your head before leaning down, kissing you like he thought you were dead.

You tilted your head up, sighing into his mouth. You felt his mangled lips twist into a grin, very on par for his cocky self. He stood, backing up as Asa strode forward.

Asa said nothing, only looking you over before pulling you into his lap. He hugged you, mask pressed to the side of your head. Jesse leaned down slightly, resting a hand in your hair. You pulled back, smiling in relief.

'Thank you,' you signed, looking between Asa and Jesse.

'For?' Asa looked between you and Jesse as the man signed.

'Coming home.' Asa sighed, pressing a kiss to your forehead before bringing his hands back.

'We will protect you.' He picked you up bridal style, standing and turning. Jesse leaned down and pressed a kiss to your forehead.

Sandwiched between the two men, you couldn't help but believe those words.

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r3b3lgrrrrrrrl · 4 years

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A LunaTic and Her Gunn (Part 114) "Suck My Metaphysical DICK!"

Practice had ran long and late the night before with Casie eventually being carried to her bed as many patient joints and blunts were finally fired up. Giving So Am I a break, they goofed around with a couple different songs and chords. Mod and Colson finally being coaxed into treating everyone to their playful version of SummerTime.

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With the next day starting, they're back to practicing. Luna choosing Colson, Sam and Baze to debut the new song with her. Mod proceeds to film The Movie that he had started last night of their creative process. Deanna continues to work on Casie's dresses as the younger Baker plays outside with her friends; calling her in as needed to her delight. Pete, Benny, Rook, Kevin and Slim float around the house playing video and arcade games, pool and popping into practice to offer tips or fresh beers.

"Alright, I'm done." Luna declares as she accepts a beer from Rook and rubs the back of her neck. "I think this is the most I've ever practiced a song. We either nail it or we don't." She says as a matter of fact before she takes a gulp of her beer. "What do you think?" She asks, looking over at Colson.

"We got this shit, Baby." He answers, giving her a confident nod with a soul melting wink.

"Bet." She smiles at him teasingly. "Sammy? Baze?" Luna looks over to her other bandmate's nodding heads. "That's it." She calls as she lifts her guitar over her head to the other's relief. "You think we can get a jet from Sean? It'll make tonight a WHOLE lot easier for us and Deanna" Asking as she turns back to Colson.

"You got a better chance than I do." He snorts at the idea.

"That's probably true." Luna sighs. "I'm gonna smoke a cigarette and hit him up." She goes on to tell Colson before kissing his cheek and grabbing her stuff to head outside.

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"Hey!" Luna perks up as Sean answers the phone.

"And to what do I owe the pleasure, Miss Smith?" Diddy laughs at her, cutting right to the chase.

"We're performing on GMA tomorrow morning. I was hoping you had a jet in LA that we could use to get to NY tonight." Luna answers, knowing he appreciates no bullshit.

"You and Colson are on GMA tomorrow morning?" He responds in amazement.

"Shit, Sean. You sound like I do with my career!" Luna laughs at his reaction.

"Nah, nah... I knew they were looken' to book y'all, I just didn't know it had happened this quick." He answers, trying to cover his ass.

"A happy Sean means Yes to a jet, right?" Luna coaxes out the answer she wants.

"Yeah, yeah. What time you need it?" He asks as his mind starts running a hundred other ideas.

"I don't know... 5Pish?" Luna prepares to negotiate.

"No problem. I'll have it up and ready for you. Yo! Tell The Kid I said Congratulations. You two break a fucking leg. I'll be watching." Sean tells Luna.

"Thanks. I'll let him know... And thank you again for the jet. It'll be so much easier with all of our shit." She goes on to finish up the conversation to his No Problems and more Congratulations.

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"We got a jet, MOTHERFUCKERSSSS!" Luna shouts with a laugh. "We just gotta be at the hanger by 5P." She goes on to inform The Gang.

As Luna and Colson head up the stairs to shower, they can hear Sam shouting for everyone to remember to grab their boards; she has a line on a party tonight that she doesn't wanna miss. Besides, no true native drives in NYC. They walk, bike, ride the subway or hail a cab. It's only the cool kids that grind their way through the Five Burroughs.

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"Sean wanted me to tell you he's proud of you." Luna says to Colson as she pulls her tank top off.

"Really?" His chin cocks in her direction as he reaches into the shower to adjust the water temperature.

"Mmhmm." Luna purrs as she steps out of her black panties; catching Colson's eyes on her as she looks up.

"Fuck, you're hot." He pants as he wraps his long arms around her tiny, naked waist before sliding his two large hands up her body to cradle her head with them and kiss her deeply.

Luna can't resist Colson. There is no allowing him to consume her being, it just happens. Connecting so incredibly easily and naturally on not just a physical, mental and emotional level but out of the insane, unquenchable necessity they have for the other. The way Colson and Luna love each other is beyond intense.

Proving so as he lifts her up onto the countertop without their mouths separating for longer than a second. Kissing each other hungrily as he slides between her bare thighs and their hands roam each other's naked, tattooed bodies. Colson sucks on Luna's neck as she wraps her legs around his waist and works him into her slowly. She gasps in pleasure as he moans during their way towards her back wall. Once he's fully in, Luna loosens up a bit as her soaked pussy engulfs him.

"Fuck, you're so TIGHT." Colson's breath tickles her ear and neck as his words directly entice her pussy into all of his Bad Things.

Grabbing her ass, he pulls her hair with his other hand. Groaning as her walls clench tighter around him, loving his assertive actions. Syncing together roughly as they both cum on the bathroom countertop.

"FUCK." Colson sighs as he kisses Luna's right temple.

"Shower?" She asks while still catching her own breath.

"Yeah... " Colson breathes out.

They rest in each other's hold for a few more moments. Enjoying the quietness of the bathroom and each other's breathing. With their chaotic lives, Colson and Luna have a tendency to hoard every stolen moment between them.

Finally they get into the steady running shower. Fucking it out again. Taking in every piece of each other before stepping out. Carrying on with their usual routine of drugs, kisses and jokes as they dress for their evening flight.

"I fucking love you." Colson slams his hand onto Luna's ass cheek with authority.

"You fucking better." She laughs as she checks her face before turning around to throw her arms around him and firmly kiss his agreeing grin.

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"You know I don't ever know where I'm going." Colson tells Emma with a chuckle as he hands her Casie's bags. "We're headed to NY tonight and then I think LA but I don't know for how long until the wedding. Hit up Ash, she'll know." He advises Casie's mother of his schedule.

"YEAH... I know." Emma replies with an engrained eyeroll.

"GIVE IT TO ME, PEANUT!!" Colson shouts for his daughter as he squats down and she sprints into his open arms. "Love you!!" He declares as he attacks her with a million kisses.

"DAAAD!!" Casie squeals in laughter as she hugs and tries to wiggle away from her father all at the same time.

"Alright, alright... " He agrees after planting another loud kiss onto her cheek before letting her go.

"He's such a neeerd." Casie whispers into Luna's ear as they hug each other GoodBye.

"Yeeeeah... But he's a good nerd." Luna kisses Casie's cheek. "See you in a few?" Luna asks as she pulls back.

"Yup." Casie grins at her.

"Love you, Dill." Luna holds the young girl in for another tight hug.

"Love you, Looney." Casie replies as she squeezes her back.

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The flight to NY is rowdy as fuck. During the 6hr flight, Colson, Luna, Sam, Baze, Rook, Slim, Mod, Benny, Pete and Kev get FUCKED up. Making up Ten of Them. Except Deanna, she's only along for the flight... And to watch the many antics. Smoking blunt after blunt. Pouring drink after drink. While also snorting more than a few things along the way. The trip itself could be a whole ass Hunter S. Thompson Movie.

Luna and Colson dip out to fuck each other in the bathroom. They've already joined the mile high club together but there's something about making your girlfriend coo your name as she cums for you in the air. Especially on your Boss's private plane.

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"Listen... I only got a few things so far." Luna tries to prepare The Gang as she unlocks The Brownstone's front door.

Flipping on the light, the house is clean but bare. Over to the right is the only object on the ground floor. It's a drum kit.

"Is that for ME!" Rook shouts out in disbelief to Luna's happy grin.

Fuck everything else. Rook pulls his sticks out of his back pocket and begins to pound. Providing the soundtrack to their home as the rest of them run eagerly through their new spot. Some, Baze and Slim, check to see if anyone caused any damage during The Break In. They did not.

"YO!! WHERE THE FUCK YOU COP THESE MOTHERFUCKERS!?!" Slim shouts down the stairwell to Luna.

"He finally found his room." Colson laughs as he holds onto Luna and she snuggles into his warm scent.

They all have beds. In each of their rooms. Nothing else because they can decorate it themselves but there are king sized beds in each room with dark sheets and neon green double Xs on them.

Colson reaches his long leg over to kick the door shut. Catching a deviously inviting smile from Luna he eagerly devours her body. Breaking their new bed in with his mouth and oversized cock.

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"Nah... We're goin' under Sutter Bridge where those old half pipes are... " Nipple tries to explain to Luna where they're headed for the night.

They're all sitting along their stoop. All Ten of Them plus now Nipple and his girlfriend Carrie. Preparing to make their way into the NYC night.

"Oh!" Luna sucks her teeth. "You're talking about the old wooden half pipes!" She exclaims once she realizes where he's describing. "Okay, yeah, I know where that's at... What are we doin'? We ready ride?" She asks as she tosses her hands up.

Nipple nods and Luna goes to find Colson. He's in the kitchen but is immediately up for an adventure. With her school bag packed, boards in everyone's hands and the front door locked; The Terrible Twelve, along with Nipple and Carrie, slip in with the NYC air. Boards and hair flowing like the wind.

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There are many different kinds of parties you can find around The World. Each country or continent offering it's own type of vibe and experience. New York has no ONE vibe. Every location is different. Every party is unique. Every experience is it's own.

As the Terrible Twelve, plus Nipple and Carrie, roll over the worn down road they can hear the blasts of decks slamming, music blaring and laughter floating. Nipple's ahead of them all with Carrie close to his side. Sam follows behind as she leads Baze. Catching the feeling of home, Luna grabs Colson's hand as she plants both feet on her board and guides them into Her World.

Underneath the bridge looks like a mix of 90s nostalgia, the 70s drug scene and the repercussions of the early 2000s. Flowing together with plywood and spray paint. There's dozens of people Luna hasn't seen for months. Kicking her deck up, she grins at Colson while keeping their hands tight. Floating into exactly where she's missed.

"YO!! WHERE THE FUCK YOU BEEN GIRL!?!" Luna's friend Darnell shouts the main question of the night as he grips her into a tight hug.

"I've been falling in love." Luna smiles modestly as she introduces him to Colson.

Colson and Darnell hit it off immediately. Along with everyone else who Luna introduces to Colson. This relieves a huge weight off of Luna's soul. These are her people. Justin's people. Although Luna may not care what people think, their feelings are still important to her.

After introductions, Luna and Colson rip it apart on one of the many homemade half pipes. Grinning and busting each other's balls as they fly passed each other. Catching up with one another on the same lip, they ride down to grab a drink.

"I hate that you're so fucking cool." Colson teases her, finding more comfort under an abandoned bridge than in a multi million dollar club.

"No you don't." Luna grins as she cracks him a can of PBR and stands on her tippy toes to kiss him.

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"Yo... Where the fuck you been?" Carrie asks Luna as she lays on Sam and Sam lays on Luna; all three comfortably taking up more than half of the graffitied boards to themselves.

"I don't know... " Luna answers by waving her hands around. "I've just been doing things."

"Yeeeeah" Carrie laughs. "We hear you. It's kinda fucking weird, Dude."

"Is it bad weird?" Luna asks in a moment of uncertainty.

"No. Just weird. I can't describe it... I've been listening to you for YEARS, Loons. Both live and recorded. I guess it's just weird to have you pop up on a Spotify playlist is all... " Carrie trails, regretting saying anything at all.

"I'm on fucking Spotify?" Luna asks in horror.

Normal people would celebrate this achievement. Luna. Luna wants to climb into a kangaroo pouch and never emerge. Fame is a Monster that Stephanie described and Luna wants no parts of. But it's here, whether she wants it to be or not.

"Are you fucking serious?" Carrie laughs at her. "You can't be THAT naive. You've got three songs trending and you're about to marry MGK... Not that he's Channing or anything but he's definitely hot and you're way more out there than you've ever been... You don't know this?" Carrie scoffs in slight jealousy of Luna's resistance.

"What the FUUUUUCK... " Luna doesn't respond, just let's the rumble of the boards next to her vibrate her soul from underneath.

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Later, Luna finds herself sitting with Pete and Kevin on the lip of the old half pipe, sharing a joint along with a 40 of Old E. They're not fancy and they don't pretend to be. Sam's on the other half pipe with Mod and Carrie still grinding while Colson, AJ, Baze and Slim bust it up with Nipple as Rook and Benny talk to a group of girls. Luna can see them all as her happy feet swing free.

"I gotta ask you something." The tone in Pete's voice changes the air around them.

"What's up, Petey?" Luna asks, expecting ANYTHING except for what he's about to say.

"You didn't cheat on Colson, did you?" He questions her with hesitation.

"WHAT? NO. Why the fuck would you ask me something like that?" Luna immediately jerks her head towards her old friend.

"A thing he said." Pete admits, secretly regretting his question immediately but Luna is one of his bestfriends so he had to.

"What the FUCK did he say? Don't fucking play with me either, Petey." Luna threatens as she feels her soul drop through her already drunk belly.

"You remember the night you caught that late flight back from seeing Jackson?" Pete sighs to Luna's searing nod before he continues to elaborate. "Kells said something to the effect that it wouldn't be the first time you cheated. What was he talking about, Loons?"

"He fucking told?" Luna's heart breaks as it catches what Pete is saying to her. "I can't believe he would do that to me." Luna can feel her face heat up as her heart begins to race.

"He was talking about shit that doesn't concern him or you. ACTUALLY. But if you MUST know, I had an affair back in 2013. Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go handle my fucking business." Luna's words are curt towards him before she slides down the half pipe.

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"WAIT... 2013? That means she cheated on Justin?" Pete is so confused as he watches Luna stand up and hone in on Colson. "FUCK. What did I just start." He worries as he grabs Kevin and slides down to follow behind Luna.

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Luna marches straight up to Colson and snatches his up by the arm. Dragging him away from whomever to a secluded corner under the bridge. Standing in the dark she stares up at his confused face.

"Who else did you tell about my affair with Tommy?" She asks him directly with a quiver in her angry voice.

"What?" He automatically responds after being caught off guard by the question.

"Don't lie to me Colson." Luna warns in a low voice.

"I... I didn't tell anyone really but Slim figured it out after our fight over that article." Colson admits with hesitation as he watches tears begin to drop down Luna's cheeks.

"Then what the fuck is Petey talking about?" She continues to question him.

"MOTHERFUCKER. I told him not to say shit." Colson's brain sets on fire.

"I didn't tell him anything Loons but something obviously slipped. I'm sorry." Colson apologizes as he goes to reach for her.

"No." She states as she jerks away from him. "That's not okay." She's full on crying now as the anger starts to boil. "That's not okay AT FUCKING ALL!" She finally snaps. Drawing her right fist back, she catches him on the bottom of the LeftSide of his chin. It's hard enough of a blow to knock him out of their conversation but causes no physical damage. Colson grabs his jaw in shock but not pain. "WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU DO THAT!?" Luna screams at Colson as she shoves him with all of her force. "IT WASN'T YOURS TO FUCKING TELL!" She continues to scream through her tears while shoving him again.

"I'M SORRY!!" He yells back at her, grabbing her by the arms to catch his drunken balance.

"Get the FUCK off of me." She snarls before kicking him hard in his shin.

"AHHHHH!!!" Colson cries out in pain as he collapses to the ground and grabs his injury.

"I DECIDE WHO I TELL ABOUT MY SHIT!! ESPECIALLY WHEN IT DOESN'T EFFECT YOU!!" She's shouting again as her head viscously snakes around and hands fly like hummingbirds. "SO FUCKING WHAT!?! I DID HAVE A FUCKING AFFAIR... AND I DON'T GIVE A FLYING FUCK WHO KNOWS ABOUT IT BECAUSE THE ONLY PERSON IT SHOULD MATTER TO IS DEAD... You and everyone else can SUCK MY METAPHYSICAL DICK!" She screams to anyone and no one at the same time. It's been said before, Luna does not lie. "You ran your mouth on me... " She let's out with a tear drenched gasp. "I have way bigger shit than this... How can I ever trust you... Let alone fucking marry you?" Luna sighs out with a sad coldness as she looks down at him and shakes her head in disgust before walking away. Grabbing her bag and board before she disappears into the night.

The Bridge is not bothered by Luna and Colson. Only their personal entourage is truly watching what had happened. Slim walks over to Colson who's still laying on the ground. Her words strike him like lightning, stopping his heart and soul. Most of the time he knows when and when not to fight with Luna. Right now, he doesn't know what to do. Choosing not to say a word; he just lays there watching His Girl angrily stalk away from him as Sam and Carrie rush to catch up to her.

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"They are ALWAYS going through some type of bullshit." Their friends think collectively. Except for Pete; he's confused and pissed but not sure at who.

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It begins to pour as Luna drops her deck. Feeling the warm summer rain pelt her skin, she pushes off of the asphalt. Choosing to glide on the street's edge as she ignores Sam's calls from behind her. Losing her and Carrie without a second's thought.

"I can't believe he did that." Luna's heart growing weak with betrayal. Thinking of how Justin never knew about Tommy because he never asked. Shoving her foot hard onto the rainy street, she can't help but bawl as she pushes out her frustration, sadness and guilt.

"All you would've had to do was FUCKING notice and I would've told you!" Luna screams into the NYC streets as the rain drenches her soul.

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