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Y/N is oblivious and Damon’s an asshole, isn’t he?

Request from @aestheticalien99 “can you do one where Damon and the reader are best friends and are on a trip with the entire scooby doo gang following an important supernatural lead. There's a lot of sexual tension throughout the trip that neither of them can shake and Damon snaps after neither of them can take it anymore.”

Y/N is oblivious and Damon’s an asshole, isn’t he?

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Damon was pissed. He didn’t like to be kept out of the loop and that’s exactly what Y/N did. He glares at her now, sitting at the edge of Bonnie’s bed with her arms crossed, eyebrows raised, and feet locked at the ankles. She’s such a brat, he thinks. He turns his back to her and paces the length of Bonnie’s room, trying to wrap his head around what they told him.

“So let me get this straight. You-” He points to Bonnie Bennett who’s leaned against a mountain of pillows, her yellow bedspread pulled up to her chest. “Are going to trade one of your family heirlooms for some necklace that is going to be the anchor to the other side. What are you going to do? Make it a fashion statement?”

Bonnie huffs and throws her hands up, looking at Y/N. “Why did you even tell him?”

“Because I don’t have a car, dummy. How else am I supposed to get to New Orleans?”

“Wait- New Orleans?” Damon says, his eyes widening. “Can someone tell me what the fuck is going on here?”

Y/N sighs like she does before she tells a story and Bonnie pinches the bridge of her nose, annoyed. “There's a witch in New Orleans who’s willing to do the spell. She can make the amulet the anchor to the other side instead of Bonnie. But she wants something in return and a Bennett heirloom is the best we got.”

She rattles off the details like she’s known them her whole life and Damon wonders how long they’ve kept this from him. He just saw her playing spades at The Grille last night and she didn’t have the sneaky look in her eye that she has now. Well, she did, but it was different. “Let’s say we get this amulet- then what? We just bring it back? No problems, no nothing?”

“Do you see dead people?” Bonnie asks, narrowing her eyes at him.

“No.”

“Then you’ll have no problems.” Bonnie grew to be thinner over the months. Her curls became loose and tangled around her face. Her eyes were sunken in with purple bags. Being the anchor was destroying her. Not only mentally but physically too. He decided not to press the topic anymore.

“Where did you get all this from, anyway? Because I know there wasn’t an ad on CraigsList.”

“Elena.” Y/N answers, leaning back on her elbows. Her hair pools at her arms, swaying with the movements of her head while she talks. “I guess she bumped into the witch a couple of days ago and they got to talking.”

“Elena? What is she doing talking to a witch?”

Y/N shrugs and cranes her neck to look at Bonnie. “Probably something with Rebekah. They’re serious now, you know? Like a proper couple.” She turns back to Damon, a smirk playing on her face. “You jelly?”

Damon huffs. “Shut up. You’ll have to stake me before I trust an Original.”

“Point me towards the stake,” Bonnie adds, her voice deadpan. Y/N snickers and swings her leg all pretty-like.

“And, one last question.” Damon locks eyes with her. “Why do you have to go?”

“Because the witch doesn't trust vampires. Rightfully so, I mean, your species does fuck over people on the reg.”

“No way. That just sounds like a trap. You have to be kidding me.”

“Am I kid-” She began, eyes flipping to Bonnie, then back to him. “Look at me, D. This is my serious face.”

Damon took a slow, deep breath through his nose. Held it. Then let it out. “Fine. But I’m not letting you out of my sight once we get to New Orleans and you better pack light. You bring a lot of shit with you.”

“God, grumpy pants. You act like I’m not saving your friend's life!” She yells after him as he leaves Bonnie’s bedroom. He thuds down the stairs, his boots heavy against the wood. When he reaches the Camaro he can hear them giggling from the open window. Y/N is crawling up the bed, her midi-length butterfly skirt wrinkling around her.

He reminds himself that he’s doing this for their sake because the guilt would eat him alive if he didn’t at least try. So that’s what he’s going to do but he’s not promising anything.

~*~*~

They leave the next morning. Damon picks Y/N up from her house, waving to her roommate from the rolled-down window. Her roommate loops her arms around her back for a loose hug, her eyes trained on Damon.

“You’re really going with him?” He hears her say.

“Yes. I’ll be back in like two days. Water my gardenias!” She yells as she throws her bag in the trunk, slamming it so hard the car rattles. She pulls open the passenger's door and sits in the front seat, leaning across the seat to press a chaste kiss to Damon’s cheek. “You look badass.”

“Just trying to scare people away from you. Ready?”

Y/N reaches across her body and buckles her seatbelt. “Ready.”

~*~*~

The neon sign of the motel blinks down at the parking lot. Y/N leans her head against the car window, listening to the persistent buzzing from the sign. She watches Damon move around inside the lobby, pulling out his wallet and paying for their room. He mutters something to the receptionist and walks through the glass double doors, spinning the blue key on his pinky finger.

“You ready to go inside, cutie?” He asks, pulling open the passenger's side. Y/N stretches her legs as she stands, wrapping her fingers around Damon’s hand as he pulls her up.

They lug their overnight bags into the motel, even though Damon does most of the carrying. When Y/N jiggles the door open and steps inside, she’s met with an antlered TV facing a single queen bed. She scoffs and looks over her shoulder as Damon shimmies his way into the room.

“How did I know you would get a single bed?”

Damon chuckles, dropping the bags by the door. “Because I know you secretly want to sleep next to me.”

Y/N rolls her eyes, flopping onto the scratchy duvet, breathing in its powdery smell. Damon lays next to her, reaching over her body to flip on the lamp. The yellow glow illuminates the room, reflecting against the small window that overlooks the blackening sky and the motel's pool.

Y/N crawls up the bed and tucks herself into Damon’s side, kicking off her sandals and pressing her cold toes into the denim of his jeans. Damon runs a warm hand over her back then strokes her hair behind her ear.

“You sleepy?” He asks, his voice vibrating in his chest beneath her ear. She shakes her head, peeling her eyes open. She’s lying. Y/N can’t remember the last time she had a decent night's sleep. Between school, work, and her best friend's deteriorating health there hasn’t been a lot of time for her to get good sleep.

“No.” She sits up, bowing her head over Damon’s so that her hair brushes against his cheeks. “Do you think the pool is open?”

“At-“ he cranes his neck to look at the alarm clock. “9:30? I doubt it.”

Y/N pouts and sits back on her ankles, drumming her fingers on her knees. “But I’m bored. Can you ask? Pleasey?”

One of her favorite things about being best friends with a vampire is the compulsion skill. Obviously, she doesn't condone acts that violate someone's free will. However, harmless acts like getting the key to a rooftop, or compelling someone to turn a blind eye, aren’t horrible.

Damon throws an arm over his eyes and grunts out, “There’s a TV, baby.” Y/N pounces on top of him, straddling his waist and using all the strength she can muster to pull his arm away from his face. To the untrained eye, it would appear that he was unamused by her antics. However, Y/N catches the smirk on his lips and moves her hands down to poke at his sides.

Suddenly, she’s being pinned down against the bed, and Damon’s hovering on top of her, holding her wrists in his hands. “You’re a brat, you know that?”

She smiles and squirms underneath him. Not because she’s trying to escape, but because she’s bored and irritating Damon is the closest thing to entertainment. “You’re a brat, you know that?” She mocks, deepening her voice to an obnoxious extent.

Damon lets go of her wrists only to tickle at her sides forcing a series of giggles from her. His fingers move from her hips to her tummy, to her armpits while she shakes her head and pleads for mercy. She continues thrashing around under his body, unable to escape the attack. She laughs so hard tears form at the corners of her eyes, blinding her vision, and making it hard to catch her breath.

“You gonna be nice?” He taunts, continuing to tickle her, and Y/N gasps between panting out a series of “yes”-es that are muffled by her laughter. Damon’s hands stop but he doesn't move, instead, running a thumb against the outer corner of her eyes, smirking as he gathers the stray tears.

“Did you even bring a bathing suit?” He asks, moving to stand and fix his hair in the mirror.

“No. I was just gonna wear what I have on now.”

“Naughty little thing,” Damon mutters. “If the lady at the desk is wearing vervain I’m going to tickle you until you turn blue.”

She ignores the arousal that spurs in her abdomen and perches on her knees, making little hills in the blankets. Her chest is still heaving after being tickled and she feels the places where his fingers grazed her skin. They’re still warm and tingly, just like the feeling in her tummy.

~*~*~

He compels the receptionist easily, shushing her safety concerns with reassurances. “Don’t worry. I’ll be there watching her the whole time.”

When he gets back to the room Y/N is standing in the middle of the room with a bath towel wrapped around her frame, the lace of her bralette peeking out of the top. Her face lights up when he closes the door behind him. “What happened?”

“She said you can go swimming only under one condition-” He saunters towards her holding up his pointer finger. “- you must say,‘I, Y/N, believe that Damon Salvatore is the most attractive, intelligent, and funniest person in the world.”

Y/N squeals and claps her hands together, bouncing on her tiptoes. “You’re the most attractive, intelligent, and funniest person in the world!” She exclaims, throwing her arms around him. The towel drops off her body and before Damon can utter a sly comment about her cute body she picks it up and heads for the door.

“Are you coming?”

Honestly, how could he say no?

~*~*~

Y/N jumps in the pool almost immediately, leaving the bath towel strewn across a wicker lounge chair. Damon sits on the edge of the chair, keeping his promise to the receptionist and watching her closely. Her hair falls in wet strands down her back, meeting the band of her black bralette. She’s wearing baby blue panties with white paisleys and Damon eyes the small little bow at the front of them. She’s absolutely -adorable- yet sexy at the same time. She’s a puzzle he can’t figure out but he finds himself growing more aroused as she bobs in the water, making her way to the ledge where he’s sitting.

“Come innnnnn- please.” She whines, cocking her head like a brat. “I have nobody to play mermaids with.”

Damon scoffs and shakes his head. “Nope. You’ve pushed far enough tonight.”

She lifts herself out of the pool, dripping across the concrete as she steps towards Damon, leaving water droplets on his clothes. “Then I will push you in.”

“I would love to see you try, little lady.”

She smirks and shakes out her wet hair on his face, sending water flying all over him and his leather jacket. Anybody else and he would’ve been pissed, but this was his best friend. His bratty best friend. He stands and wrestles her back into the pool, shedding off his clothes until he’s left in just his boxers. He jumps in after her, pushing aside the water to grab onto her slimy little body, hoisting her against his chest.

“What has gotten into you?” He laughs, dunking her under the water. “You’re acting like a spoiled little brat.”

She fastens her arms around his neck and Damon slips an arm under her legs, the other behind her back. Water droplets gather on her eyelashes and she wipes them away with the back of her hand. “But I got you to come in, didn’t I?”

Damon smirks again, amused by his girl. Her eyes are wide as saucers and she wears a smile so bright it's almost blinding. He’s overcome with the sudden urge to kiss her. Her lips are perfectly pink and he imagines that they would be soft. She might taste like chlorine at first, but then like the strawberry lemonade she had from Wendy’s earlier.

She kicks her legs, splashing the water and sending some up to his face, drawing him out of his loving daze. “Stop looking at me like that! You’re going to make me fall in love with you.” She exclaims and for once Damon’s glad that he’s the only vampire here. He doesn't want her to hear how his breathing becomes heavy and his heartbeat speeds.

He jostles her body in his arms, making her giggle. “Don’t act like you’re not already head over heels for me, brat. I know you’re seduced by my mischievous ways.”

~*~*~

Y/N takes a shower while Damon changes into a pair of sweatpants. He peels back the covers on the bed and flicks through the cable TV, finding nothing but old Law and Order episodes. When Y/N comes out of the bathroom the smell of her fragrant pomegranate shampoo floats into the room. She’s dressed in an oversized Nirvana shirt that brushes the middle of her thighs and socks that picture a cow jumping over a moon. She’s running a brush through her hair when she sits down at the edge of the bed.

Her eyes are red-rimmed from the chlorine and Damon can tell by the way that she’s sitting with a slouch in her shoulders, she’s exhausted. He frowns and pats the other side of the bed, waiting for her to finish with her hair before she crawls up next to him. Wordlessly, they cuddle against one another, Damon’s fingers stroke her wet hair while his other hand draws circles over her hip bone.

She yawns and sniffles and rubs at her eyes with a knuckle. “Thank you.” She says quietly, her voice all sleepy and cute. He squeezes her closer and drops a kiss on her hairline, feeling more affectionate than a best friend should. Y/N notices the butterflies in her stomach and shuffles even closer until she’s flush against his cotton shirt, inhaling his smell. Cinnamon with the sweet fragrance of lavender soap.

“Get some sleep. We’ve got an early morning.”

She doesn't want to sleep. Damon’s being soft with her and she wants to be awake to experience it, but he’s lulling her to sleep with his steady breathing and soft caresses. Once she succumbs to the weight of sleep, he doesn't pull away. Instead, he looks down at her, noticing the way the glow of the television softens the expression on her face. Her body is limp against him and he can’t recall anybody being this comfortable around him before. He likes knowing that she trusts him.

He thinks back to what she said at the pool and tries not to confuse himself interpreting the meaning behind what she said. Was she joking? Y/N didn’t seem like the type to joke about something like that… and if she was serious- well, what did that mean for him?

He strokes the side of her face as his mind wanders. The urge to kiss her grows inside his abdomen and he presses a gentle kiss to her cheek, but she doesn't stir and he finds himself wanting to kiss her even more.

~*~*~

She wakes up before Damon and tries waiting as long as she can before she attempts to untangle herself from his arms. Except that she has to pee and Damon's leg is slung across her hips. She tiptoes to the bathroom after rolling out of his arms and double-checking that he was still sleeping. As she sits down to do her business, she brings a hand to her cheek, replaying last night's events. She faintly remembers him kissing her cheek and all the soft strokes he left on her face and arms. It makes her shiver.

She brushes her teeth as quietly as she can. Damon’s easy to wake up with his sensitive hearing and abilities and although he won’t admit it, she knows that he’s tired too. After brushing her teeth, she washes her face and then tip-toes back into the room, curling up under the blankets again.

Damon stirs next to her and she freezes as he peels an eye open. He grunts and wraps an arm around her waist, pulling her across the sheets so that her back is flush against his bare chest. She can feel the warmth radiating from his skin through the fabric of her shirt. She feels something else too, something hard poking the flesh of her bum. Her cheeks go hot when she realizes what's poking her but she makes no effort to move.

She remembers Elena talking about Damon’s dick before. She said it was bigger than Stefan’s and she couldn’t walk the next morning. Caroline grimaced and squealed “ew!” but Y/N listened to the conversation intently. Shamefully creating a picture in her mind.

She’s pulled from her thoughts by Damon moving his hand underneath the hem of her shirt and placing it on her tummy. The warmth from his large hand covering her abdomen sparks another fire of arousal and she draws her legs up, squeezing her thighs together. The pair were no strangers to touching each other. It was a game to a certain extent. “How many loving caresses can I give you before you fall in love with me?”

That is if they weren’t in love with each other already.

“Wha’ times it?” Damon mumbles and Y/N blinks, focusing on the digitized numbers on the alarm clock.

“Seven.”

He grunts and nuzzles into her shoulder, drawing in a breath. “You smell good.”

Like fresh linen and pomegranates. He can pick up on his scent lingering on her skin, almost claiming her. To any other supernatural they would know not to touch her. He likes it that way because she’s -his- girl. And if smelling like him is going to keep her safe then so be it.

It’s the smell of her that makes him realize how horny he is. His dick is rock hard pressed into her ass cheeks and he shuffles back a bit, embarrassed at himself. God, he needs to get in control.

He moves into the bathroom and turns on the shower where he stands under the stream of water and runs a vigorous hand over himself. He thinks of her warm body and all her soft parts as he tugs on his dick, eventually coming hard with a hand pressed against the grimey tile of the shower. He comes so hard that he has to lean against it while he regains strength in his legs.

After he composes himself, he exits the bathroom wearing a loose pair of jeans and a button-up. He runs a hand through his wet hair as he turns the corner, his eye-catching his best friend sitting criss-cross on the bed. The curtains had been thrown open and sunlight poured into the room, catching her messy hair in its rays. She tears her eyes away from her phone and smiles when they fall upon Damon.

He feels the warmth in his abdomen again. It’s going to be a difficult day trying to ignore it.

~*~*~

They hit the road once Y/N is quieted with a Starbucks coffee Damon nearly ripped his hair out trying to order. Eventually, he just had her lean over him and say the order, but then she placed both of her hands on his thigh to keep her balance. (Which made him uncomfortably horny for the next hour.)

The drive from Atlanta to New Orleans was roughly seven-and-a-half hours, similar to their drive yesterday. For the first two hours, they kept the radio at full volume, nodding along to their favorite songs. They have a similar music taste which was one of the first things Damon liked about the girl. She liked the 90’s punk scene, although she was only a toddler when it was alive. And she listened to more than just Nirvana.

It sounded cliché of him to say but she -wasn’t- like the other girls she had dated.

Damon kept the windows down and the AC off, letting the cool winds of the road flow through the car. Also, he just liked the way Y/N’s baby hairs floated around her face as he drove. She relaxed in the passenger's seat with one arm resting on the window, the other drumming on her knee. A pair of his sunglasses were perched on her nose that she kept having to push up to her eyes.

Her phone kept pinging with messages from Elena and Bonnie. She went back and forth with the two, sharing updates on their whereabouts. The thought of what was coming was making anxiety churn in his stomach. He looked over to Y/N trying to gauge her emotions but he couldn’t place them when her eyes were hidden behind his sunglasses.

Two hours pass and Damon pulls off to a McDonalds four hours outside of New Orleans. The golden arches gleamed like a beacon in the night above the empty, rural, landscape of Alabama. Once Damon backed the car into an empty spot, Y/N leaped out of her seat, dashing towards the double doors, heading for the bathrooms. Damon followed after, fumbling in the pocket of his leather jacket for a twenty as he ordered a drink for himself and a happy meal for Y/N.

He found a booth hidden behind one of the displays where he emptied a blood bag into the drink cup, sipping graciously. Y/N slipped into the opposite side of the booth, her hair twisted into another bun. Her shoulders were slumped, a telltale sign that something was wrong.

Damon nudged her foot with his. “What’s wrong, brat?”

“Are you nervous at all?” She asked, her eyes fixed on the ketchup stains on the table.

He took a long sip of the blood before leaning across the table. “I’m going to meet a witch nobody has met, trusting Rebekah Mikealson’s word, and doing it with you… a human. Nervous doesn't even begin to describe how I feel.”

Y/N frowned and sighed. “I know. Me too. I trust Elena but still…”

Damon took her hand between his, calling her name until she looked up at him. “Hey, nothing is going to happen to you. Not while I’m around and I don’t plan on leaving you alone.”

“That’s-” She takes a shaky breath and Damon nearly cringes at how hard she’s biting her lip. “That’s not what I’m worried about. I’m worried about you.”

“Me? Why are you worried about me?”

She shrugs and her eyes drop again. Damon lets her mind wander as he waits patiently for her to gather her thoughts. “You’re always getting hurt for others. I don’t want that to happen because of me.”

Damon sighed, sinking into the rubber cushions of the booth. The cashier called his name and slid a red happy meal box across the counter. He looked back to his best friend, her brow fixed in worry.

“Look, baby. We’re going to be okay. I’m sure of it. And when we get out of this I’m going to snuggle the fuck out of you and I will play with your hair all day if you want.” That brings a smile out of her and he feels the tightness in his chest loosen when her eyes start to sparkle again.

She extends her pinky finger to him and he wraps his own around it. She kisses her thumb and he kisses his. -Promise.-

~*~*~

With her tummy warm with the happy meal she devoured, and her anxieties softened by Damon’s reassurances, Y/n falls asleep thirty minutes into them getting back on the road. The radio continues shuffling through her playlists, jumping from Sisters of Mercy to Melvins, to Babes in Toyland. Everything screamed Y/N and Damon drove on surrounded by her favorite songs.

He was closing in on the last two hours of the trip and had begun chewing on the inside of his cheek, a nervous habit he picked up from his father. He worried his mind with “what if’s” and “worst-case scenarios”. He was reluctant to trust Rebekah’s connection and more reluctant to send in Y/N.

She was human at the end of the day and despite her sharp tongue and stubbornness, she was still fragile.

Y/N was Bonnie’s friend before she was Damon’s and when he initially met her he was intrigued. Of course, he made jokes about being friends with a human. He admits he gazed at her neck and fought the hunger that surged. Except, after she and Bonnie had drunkenly collapsed on her queen bed and Damon mentioned he wasn’t tired, Y/N rolled over to her stomach then said, “What are you, a vampire?”

They had been friends ever since.

She stirs in her sleep, wrinkling her nose and allowing her legs to fall open revealing the smooth flesh on the inside of her thighs. He craves her body. He wants to press his face to the softest parts of her. Bite them, nuzzle them, stroke them.

He lets his fingers draw squiggles over the skin, making figure 8’s around the freckles. There’s a glimpse of a smile on her lips and he watches as her body melts into the passenger's seat again, a content sigh falling from her mouth.

He isn’t sure of what the plan entails, but he knows one thing for certain. He won’t let anything happen to Y/N. He promised her.

~*~*~

She woke up shortly thereafter, the evening sun glowing against her face. They were thirty minutes out from New Orleans and the tension in the car was so palpable it was making Y/N uncomfortable.

Damon’s hands were rung around the wheel, his knuckles white against the black leather. Y/N considered texting Bonnie and tackling the idea of canceling the exchange. There has to be another way. Then she thought of her best friend bed-ridden, shaking with the trauma that came with being the anchor to the other side. There was no other option. Not unless it was at Bonnie’s expense.

Damon moved his hand to the gears and she felt the car shift underneath her. She slid her fingers between his and squeezed looking up at him.

Damon diverted his eyes to the road, mulling over the thoughts in his head. He squeezed back and ran his thumb against her hand. “If anything goes south. You and I leave. We will find something else for Bonnie. But I can’t-“ He swallows and ducks his head. “I can’t lose you.”

Her heart soars. Nobody has ever wanted her like this before. She fights the tears that crowd her throat and leaves her hand with Damon’s to be stroked and caressed. “You won’t lose me.”

They pull into New Orleans too soon and Y/N dials Elena, listening to her rattle off street names that Damon follows, leading them to a purple Victorian-style house. Elena and Rebekah are standing on the curb, both wearing black jeans and color-coordinating blouses. Elena smiles at Y/N when she gets out of the car, giving her a light hug even though her eyes are moving past her shoulder to look at Damon.

Maybe another day Damon would have fallen for her doe eyes and apple cheeks, but now he’s too wrung up with worry to bother. He locks the Camaro and stuffs his hands in his pockets. He just wants to get this over with. He watches as Elena introduces Y/N to Rebekah, who looks older now that her hair is short at her collarbones. The Original extends a pale hand to Y/N to shake, a tight smile on her face.

Damon steps up on the curb where the women are standing and clears his throat. “So what’s the plan? Do you even have a plan?”

Rebekah scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest. “What a kind greeting, you twat.” She looks at Y/N. “And you’re really friends with this bloke? Can’t imagine.”

Y/N purses her lips and stays quiet, waiting for someone to answer Damon’s question.

“Okay, first. Rebekah has known Sadie for a while. She’s someone you can trust.” Elena says, looking between the two. She turns to Damon and narrows her eyes. “However, she has a strict no vampire policy.”

Both Y/N and Damon protest at the same time, arguments forming in their head. “What do you mean ‘no vampire policy’ so none of us are going to go in with her? How are we going to make sure this isn’t some scam to steal a Bennett heirloom?”

“Jesus, Damon. Get a grip.” Rebekah groans, craning her neck in irritation. “Would it kill you to trust someone?”

Y/N sighs all shakily before she speaks, “What do I have to do?”

“Do you have the heirloom on you?” Elena asks and Y/N nods. “Sadie is going to perform the exchange inside. After it is done she will transfer the anchor from Bonnie to the amulet.”

“Easy as that?” Y/N asks, reluctant about the simplicity of the plan.

“Easy as that,” Elena responds. “Are you ready?”

Y/N looks back at Damon whose face is fixed in worry. He nods at her and Y/N’s heart drops when he doesn't say anything to her. She turns away and walks up the front steps by herself, the Bennett heirloom heavy in her pocket. She knocks on the door three times.

~*~*~

Damon feels awful. He should’ve said something to her but he was too much of a coward. Now, he waits leaning against the railing of Sadie’s front porch. Rebekah and Elena offered him a drink at the bar a few blocks over but he denied it. He wasn’t going to leave her. He promised.

They left him with the address to the abattoir and an invitation for dinner and spending the night. It’s as close to a peace offering as he’s going to get from the two so he accepts. Really, he accepted for Y/N’s sake. She’ll want a warm bed when she’s done. Maybe a shower. Then he’ll hold her and never let her go.

~*~*~

Sadie is an old woman with braided silver hair that hangs by her ribcage. It sways every time she walks. Y/N watches her from the red velvet couch in front of the fireplace, a steaming mug of lemon-ginger tea between her hands. On the antique table, the heirloom and the amulet lay side-by-side between a single black candle.

Around them, the table is sprinkled with rosemary and thyme. Sadie comes back into the sitting room, a grimoire under her arm. Her smile is kind and her eyes are soft when they reach Y/N. She groans as she lowers herself to the cushions, thumbing the pages in the book.

“That vampire you came with is waiting outside for you.” She says and Y/N nods slowly. It brings some sort of comfort to her to know he’s close by. “Are you two together?”

Y/N nearly chokes on her drink. “No, no. He’s my best friend.”

“Ah.” The woman says in understanding, staring into the fire. “Does he know that?”

Y/N cocks her head in confusion, lowering the mug from her lips. “I’m not sure what you mean…”

“Love, my dear, is a blessing and a curse. Especially with a vampire.” She sighs and opens the cover, flipping through the pages. “They’re possessive in nature, so I’m not surprised he’s hanging around… but don’t think on it too hard.” She pats Y/N’s knee swiftly before finding her page and standing. “We have other things to worry about. Now, I don’t need you to do anything except witness the spell. I will wrap the amulet for you and send you on your way once it has been done. Do not place the amulet in direct sunlight as it will stain the crystal. I trust you will inform the witch of this, correct?”

Y/N nods almost as if she’s in a trance watching Sadie begin the ceremony. She lights the black candle with a breath and fixes her eyes on Y/N. “Then let us begin.”

~*~*~

Two hours later, once the sun had set on the city of New Orleans, the porch light switched on.

Damon stirs and lifts a hand to cover his eyes from the glare. He stands suddenly when the front door opens and he sees two shadows in the doorway. Y/N steps out first, her face is paler than he remembers and her eyes have lavender circles underneath them. Behind her stands an old woman who appears to be in the same condition. They both look exhausted.

Y/N turns to the woman and thanks her before taking one of Damon’s hands, the two bouncing down the porch together. The door closes behind them and the porch light shuts off as they settle inside the Camaro. Y/N pulls a purple satchel from her pocket and tucks it in the glove compartment.

Damon reaches across the console and squeezes her knee. “You ok?”

She nods. “I’m just tired.”

“Elena and Rebekah offered us a room at their place. I figured it would be better than a motel. As long as you’re okay with it.”

She nods again and leans her head against the window, blinking slowly. Damon turns on the car, perturbed by his best friend's odd silence. He understands that she’s tired, they’ve had a long day and magic doesn't help. Except, that she’s not usually this quiet. He wants to press her for answers about what’s on her mind but he decides against it, instead, driving towards the Mikealsons.

Y/N sits with her knees pulled to her chest, staring out the window. Exhaustion is nipping at her bones but, even more, Sadie’s words replay in her head. “Love, my dear, is a blessing and a curse.”

She doesn't know what to say to Damon because she’s worried that it's all going to come bubbling out of her without warning. It’s not like Sadie was wrong. She hit the nail on the head and now the truth sat in Y/N’s stomach like a brick.

Damon parks in front of the apartment, noticing their balcony is strung up in lights. They climb out of the car together and Damon waits for Y/N to round the car before he grabs her hand, forcing her to face him. “Hey, why are you so quiet, hmm?”

“I’m just tired, D.” She responds and he frowns, stroking the curve of her cheek with a thumb.

“You’re all quiet and spacy. Got me worried.” He says, pulling her into his chest. “Did everything go ok?”

Y/N nods against him, fastening her arms around his hips. The weight of her eyelids pulls them closed and she leans her body weight against him. “It went perfectly.”

He rubs her back tenderly before he tilts her chin up to him. His eyes are so soft they make her unhushed feelings swim inside her tummy. “Good.”

His face is so close to hers she can smell the faint tang of blood that carries itself on his breath. She blinks up at him, eyes alternating from his to his lips. He smiles and pulls her into him once more. “Let’s get inside, brat. The terrible two picked up dinner. I’ll eat it first to make sure it’s not poisoned.”

She chuckles lightly but her chest feels deflated when he steps away.

~*~*~

The abattoir is something out of a movie. She suspected nothing less from the Mikelson family but she is surprised nonetheless. The inside of the abattoir is lush with greenery and leaves blow across the tile when Elena opens the door. There’s a running fountain in the center of the room holding wishes of quarters and dimes. Antique lamps are lit between blue double doors casting a cozy hue over the place.

Elena guides them through the mansion, bubbling over the Creole dinner Rebekah picked up. In the kitchen, Rebekah is serving pasta primavera and shrimp Creole on plates. She smiles at Y/N when they walk in. “How did everything go?”

“It went.. fine.” Y/N answers, still surprised at the answer herself. Over the years she’s been friends with supernaturals, missions like this one often end in tragedy. “There were no issues at all.”

“Now see, what did I tell you?” Rebekah responds, pulling down four wine glasses. “Elena, dear, would you grab us a bottle of wine? She places a glass in front of Y/N. “Do you drink?”

Y/N nods, barely forming a yes because the wine glass is so intricately designed her hands feel grubby touching it. Elena returns with an aged bottle of wine that pours deliciously into the glass. “Damon there's Jefferson's Bourbon if you would like some.” Rebekah offers once she’s finished pouring and Damon gasps, clapping his hands together.

“Oh, Rebekah, I knew you loved me.”

She rolls her eyes as she pulls out the bottle, sliding it across the granite countertop. “Shut up before I spike it with vervain.”

They bring their plates and glasses into the dining room where the table is lit with white tea candles, a red linen table runner stretches down the center of the dark wood table decorated with assorted plants. The pairs sit across from each other as the candlelight illuminates their faces.

They eat the meal in comfortable conversation. Divulging into stories about the girl's recent trip to Barcelona and Rome. Y/N shakes her head in disbelief but softens when she sees the sparkle in her friend's eye. She can tell she loves her girlfriend and she’s never seen her look happier.

After dinner, their meals are warm in their stomachs and cheeks slightly flushed. The meal ends pleasantly with lighthearted joking among Rebekah, Elena, and Damon as they tell stories from their previous missions. Damon even pokes at his past relationship with Elena and she laughs. Which surprised Y/N entirely.

They clear the plates together, stacking them in the sink to be cleaned before Elena shows the two the upstairs bedrooms. Rebekah follows behind them, teasing if they share a bedroom. Damon looks down at Y/N, his eyebrows raised in question.

She tugs one of his fingers. “Yeah, we share a room.”

“Gross.” Rebekah tuts, opening the door to one of the rooms at the end of the hall. “You can sleep in here. There's a bathroom and everything.”

She and Elena bid the pair goodnight, slipping back down the hallway in a series of giggles. Y/N cautiously steps into the room, the blue and red Persian rug soft beneath her feet. She shuffles over to the window, pulling back the curtain to look out upon the city. She can hear the distant music coming from The French Quarter and she opens the balcony door, stepping into the cool night air.

Damon appears beside her, his elbows on the railing. They gaze at the dim lights together, watching groups of people stroll by the mansion.

“Have you ever been to New Orleans before?” Damon asks and Y/N shakes her head.

“I was gonna go for my twenty-first, but then found out that it’s crawling with vampires.”

Damon snickers and leans back, using the railing to stretch out his shoulders. “That it is. Kind of like Mystic Falls except here, all the humans taste like alcohol.”

Y/N grimaces, hiding the smile that spreads on her face. “Gross.”

“I’m just playing with you,” Damon says, turning to his best friend, gazing at her profile. The wind has the little wisps of her hair fluttering around her forehead. She looks angelic. She catches his eyes and blushes, facing the other direction.

“Stop staring at me.”

“I’m not staring. I’m gazing. You’re beautiful.” He retorts, the compliment rolling off his tongue before he can catch it. Y/N softens and tucks a piece of her hair behind her ear. He can hear her heartbeat from where she stands and it increases when he takes a step towards her, then another. He places his hands at her hips, shifting her to face him.

Her eyes are glittery with the night and the two glasses of wine she had. Not enough to be drunk, but enough to where she feels good. Damon feels good too, he feels confident. Like he wants to kiss her and all he has to do is ask.

“Can I kiss you?” Y/N asks, a blush forming at her cheeks. Damon chuckles and takes her cheeks between his hands.

“But I was just about to ask you, brat.”

“Then do it.” She responds, her voice light and airy. His lips touch her so softly she barely even registers that he’s kissing her until his tongue swipes her bottom lip. She opens up for him easily, parting her mouth and meeting her tongue to his. They shuffle into the room, landing on the bed in a -woosh- against the sheets. He breaks the kiss attaching his lips to her jaw where he leaves a sloppy line that has her heart racing.

“I’ve been waiting for you to say that for so long.” He says, breathless and panting. “Wanted to kiss you so bad at the pool. So pretty-” His words are cut short when she pulls him in again. Her heart hammers wildly in her chest as she leans further into the cushions.

It’s then that Y/N notices how right this feels. They kiss each other so easily like they’ve been doing it their whole life. She was worried it would be awkward because he’s Damon Salvatore and she’s just Y/N. He’s been kissing for hundreds of years and she’s only had, one boyfriend. Except, all that is true. She’s not as experienced as he is and she doesn't want to be babied. Or ashamed. Damon notices the sudden change in her body language and pulls away, looking down at her with a concerned expression.

“What happened, hmm?” He strokes at her hair, moving a stray strand behind her ear.

“I just-” She sighs, unsure how to vocalize her awkwardness. “I’m not good at… this.”

He cocks his head. “What do you mean you’re not good? Babe- you’re perfect.”

“I-” He cuts her off with another kiss, moving his tongue into her mouth. He swirls his tongue around her and she relishes how warm and wet it feels inside of her mouth. There’s already arousal pooling in her abdomen and it deepens steadily until she’s clenching her thighs together.

He parts from her, eyes twinkling at her swollen lips and messy hair. His fingers stroke at her skin leaving goosebumps and tingles in their trail before he finds the sensitive spot beneath her ear. His licking and kissing at the spot brings pretty moans out of her that have his pants tightening.

The feeling of his tongue on her skin is intoxicating, drawing pitiful reactions out of her. He runs his lips down to her throat, then her collarbones, and she wonders if he’s going to bite her. Of course, he would ask first but the thought of it excites her nonetheless. She feels her blood rising on the spots where he suckled long enough to leave marks and he circles gentle fingers around his spots.

“Wanted to mark you.” He says, bending to peck her gently. “Cuz you’re mine now, just so you know.”

Y/N gasps when his hands find her hips, moving the hem of her shirt up achingly slow. She wiggles until he pulls the fabric over her head revealing her black demi bra. His mouth practically waters at the sight of her breasts, large enough that he can fit into the palm of his hand and squeeze. She moans hungrily, embarrassing herself because she feels so demure and shy. He leaves small bite marks across the surface of her boobs and she knows that they’ll be there in the morning to remind her of everything.

When she props her leg up her knee rubs against his pick and he groans, all needy and gravely. He sucks in a breath and blows it out across her wet skin. “Fuck, baby. Got me all worked up.”

She smirks, usually his move, and thumbs at the belt loops of his jeans. “Can I see you, please?” She asks in her prettiest voice, pouting her lips in the way that always works with him. He lets her unclasp his belt buckle and slide it from the loops. The leather thuds against the Persian rug beside the bed and Damon shrugs himself out of his jeans, his erection straining against the denim.

He bites his lip as he pulls himself out of his boxers, his pink cock flipped up towards his stomach, revealing the admirable length. Elena wasn’t lying, his dick really was big. She pushed his boxes off his hips and towards his thighs where hair ran in small black spirals. He was beautiful all over, muscular yet soft. Precum glistens against the pink tip, similar to the way his lips looked after they had been kissing for a while.

“You’re so… big and really pretty.” She says and Damon seeks her lips again, pushing them together again and beginning to work at the button of her bellbottoms. A soft sigh leaves his mouth when she lifts her bottom so that the jeans slide off her legs easily.Y/N closes her fingers around the base of Damon’s dick, using the slick that had gathered at the top to help glide her hand up and down the shaft. He moans deep, grinding himself into her hand. “Yes, baby, just like that. So good..”

Her other hand runs up to his stomach, fingers dancing on his muscular abdomen. His eyes are closed in an erotic bliss and when she runs the pad of her thumb over his leaking tip he shivers and backs away. “You’re going to make me cum, cutie. You’re a naughty little thing, aren’t you?”

Y/N nods bashfully, blinking in wonder as he peels off his shirt, tossing it towards their pile of discarded clothes. She’s hungry for him and she can feel herself growing wetter by the second. She’s sure there's a wet spot on her panties and Damon confirms her suspicion when he runs a finger against it, smirking at the way her hips buck up. “Sweet girl, you’re all wet.”

He gets close to her ear again, kissing the shell of it, feeling the cold of her earrings against his lips. “Can I see you, baby?”

Her breath catches in her throat as Damon pulls her panties down her thighs and her hips buck up at the cold air that meets her pussy. On instinct, she closes her legs, bashfulness building inside of her making her feel all awkward. Except that Damon spreads her legs a moment later, keeping his large hands on her knees. “Don’t hide from me, brat. Let me see you.”

He kisses the bones of her hips, dragging his teeth along her smooth skin. She smells so good, like all of his favorite parts about her and then sex. She’s practically dripping with it. The aroma is fragrant in the air and he wonders if the other vampires in the house can smell it. He doesn't care though. They’ve waited too long and she opens up for him so beautifully.

Her whines are so pitiful sounding as he leaves sloppy kisses up the fleshy part of her thighs, stopping when he’s breaths away from her center. She tugs at his hair and attempts to buck her hips but his hands are still at her knees. “Please, Damon, please.”

“Please.” He mocks, smirking at her. “You’re so cute when you’re begging. Tell me what you want me to do, baby.”

“I want you to- I want-” Her words get jumbled in her mouth because suddenly he’s running his tongue up her slit. She tastes like sweetness and the slightest tang. She’s pure delight and it’s making it hard to keep his fangs up when he’s getting this riled.

“Mmm. I know what you want. You want me to play with your pretty pussy, don't you?” She nods. “So sweet, my sweet girl. You gonna let me eat you? Gonna come on my tongue like a good girl?”

All this teasing has her getting worked up and Damon loves to see it. Loves to see her fall apart for him. The noises leaving her are sweet whimper-y moans. She’s trying so hard not to be loud and her bitten bottom lip shows her efforts. He flicks his tongue over her clit, challenging her. He does it again and again, burying his face against her, immersing himself in -her.- It’s one of the most pleasant experiences and he thinks he’ll never get enough. He moves his hands from her knees to wrap around her thighs, hooking them over his shoulders. Her ankles brush his muscular back, hitting the skin at a steady pace once he really starts eating her. “Does that feel good?”

“Yes. Yes, oh god.” She rolls her hips up to meet his tongue, feeling the heat in her tummy build.

“Know you wanna cum. Be patient for me, sweet girl.”

She waits, trying to be good, until his tongue dips into her hole, swirling around until her thighs are shaking and she’s gripping onto the bedsheets. Damon loops his fingers with hers, humming when she squeezes them on instinct. “D, I… I think… I’m going to c-”

He sucks harder, pulling her clit between his lips and inserting his fingers into her weepy pussy. Scissoring her as she goes over the edge with an orgasm that has her back raising off the mattress. His fingers are thick inside of her, stretching her walls to a pleasurable amount. He milks her through one of the most intense orgasms of her life, finding the spongy bump inside of her, and licking off his lips as he watches her face. “There we go. You’re so good, such a good girl. How did that feel?”

He removes his fingers and draws them close to her lips that fall open, taking his pointer and middle finger between her lips. She swirls her tongue around her digits before she sucks on them wetly, blinking at him with blown-out doe eyes. His heart flutters because he’s not even done with her yet.

“Felt really good.” She says around his fingers, whining when they leave her mouth. He thumbs at the pout on her lips. “I want you to fuck me.”

He’s taken aback by the boldness, something he wasn't expecting from such a sweet thing like Y/N. His dick hardens at her words, though, and he meets her lips. “You sure?” He mumbles the question against her lips. “You think you’re gonna be able to take it? You’re such a little thing.”

“Don’t… be a dick.” She pants out between kisses, looping his hair around her fingers and tugging slightly. “Please.”

Slowly, he sinks his cock into her. He tries to be gentle going in but her slick walls are sucking him in, making pitiful, wet, sounds that fill the air. She was so tight against him, despite him stretching her, and she mewls sweetly against his mouth. After waiting for her to adjust to his size he rolls his hips. Her legs tighten around his waist and her little fingers pull harder at his hair, craning his neck. “Good girl, look at you opening up for me.”

He snaps his hips against her, continuing a rhythm of thuds as his balls slap her bum. He’s watching her face for any signs of pain but her face is only one of pleasure. She looks so sweet with her mouth parted in an ‘o’ and her eyebrows wrinkled together. Every nudge against her g-spot has her moaning into his lips, vibrating down to the back of his throat. She can feel another orgasm building up hot inside her belly.

She pulls away from the kiss, barely opening her eyes. “I want you to bite... wan’ you to feed.”

God. She’s fucking perfect. He strokes the side of her face with his thumb, huffing as he feels her walls tightening. “You’re sure?”

“Yes, fuck, I need it.” It’s all the permission he needs because his mouth is finding the sweet spot over her collar bone where blood rushes once his fangs pierce her skin. She orgasms again, squeezing his cock so much that he comes inside of her. White, sticky, streams of cum paint her insides and Damon draws one last mouthful of blood from her before licking the leftover splatters.

He collapses on top of her glistening body, pressing his head against her boobs where he can hear her heartbeat. It’s hammering inside of her chest as she comes down from her second orgasm, wrapping her arms around Damon’s head and holding him close. She can feel his cock beginning to soften inside of her before he pulls out. Cum dribbles out of her pussy when she shifts into a more comfortable position, burrowing herself into Damon’s chest. He chuckles and pets her hair, holding onto her tighter. “You’re adorable, you know that?”

She nuzzles the soft hairs between his pecs, inhaling his scent. “Thank you. I was so nervous to kiss you even though I’ve wanted to for like… ever.”

Damon thumbs at her brows, brushing the small hairs back against her skin. He presses another kiss to her mouth, then another to her cheek “Well, now we can do it all the time. Whenever you want.”

Her eyes light up, sparkling in the dim light. “I’m going to kiss you until my lips turn blue.”

He smiles. “You better.”

~*~*~

The next day they're back on the road, headed for home. Windows down and music blaring. Y/N is wearing a pair of Damon’s sunglasses, nodding her head to Nirvana. She catches his eye during the song and leans across the console to press three kisses on his cheek. She feels so happy she could burst. The answer to her best friend's pain is in the glove compartment of the car and she’s dating her best friend. What more could she ask for?

Damon smiles, a dimple forming where her lips rest. “Just can’t get enough of me, can you? This was all just a ploy to make you obsessed with me.”

She nips at his cheekbones, giggling when he ducks his head away. The car swerves into the other lane, thankfully empty. “I was already obsessed with you.”

He grins and reaches an arm around her, patting at her bum. She moves her lips over his ear, the words barely registering. If he wasn’t a vampire he wouldn’t have been able to hear her say it.

“I love you.”

God, he loves her too.

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nighthaikyuu · 3 years

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Hi! I was wondering if I could request akaashi, iwa, and/or atsumu kissing their best friend, please and thank you💕 I really liked the oikawa, kuroo and bokuto one!

— synopsis: haikyuu boys x y/n; kissing their best-friend

— characters included: akaashi, iwaizumi, & atsumu

— genre: soft boi hours! fluff! lil angst!

— author’s note: while the previous one was based off the tiktok, this one will be just general made-up plots to keep things different! (hope that’s okay!)

akaashi

when you found out akaashi liked someone, you experienced your first heartbreak.

you knew falling in love with your best-friend was all on you, but you couldn’t help but just hope that maybe one day he would return your feelings.

but yet here you were, hopes and heart shattered.

you almost wanted to breakdown the moment he told you, but you held it out as much as possible, your tears falling only once you were away from him.

“y/n, I wanna tell you something...” he started slowly as he held the volleyball in his hand tightly.

chuckling softly, you removed his hands from the ball, taking it from him, “you’re going to bust this if you hold it any tighter.”

blinking, he stared at his empty hands before laughing lightly. taking a deep breath, he turned to look at you, a soft smile on his face.

“I like someone.”

this time it was you whose grip tightened on the volleyball.

unsure if you heard him right, you stammered, “y-you what?”

scratching the back of his head, he repeated shyly, “I said I like someone.”

“oh.” you responded, voice lower than a whisper.

you quickly realized just how dejected you sounded, and if anything, that was the exact opposite of how you should’ve sounded.

throwing on a bright smile on your face, you giggled, “ooh keiji has a crush~” you teased lightly.

flushing, he laughed, “yea, I guess you could call it that.”

“who is it?” you asked almost immediately, the curiosity getting the better of you.

at that, akaashi stiffened. chuckling nervously, he averted his gaze, “um, it’s someone you know.”

since that day, akaashi had never told you who his special someone was. you didn’t know why he was hiding it from you, after all it was better to peel the bandaid off completely rather than bit by bit like he was doing to you these last few weeks.

it started with him telling you how amazing she was. how she was the funniest person he knew, how strong-minded she was and how beautiful she always was to him.

then it went on to how she made him feel. how she always made his day, how he felt butterflies whenever she would touch him and how he just wants to hold her hand in his.

and just like that, week by week, akaashi would talk about nothing but her.

to make things worse, it appeared that most of the volleyball team knew. every day at volleyball practice you would hear their teasing remarks, bokuto’s being the loudest. and in response, his cheeks would flush in embarrassment, the sight making you only hurt more.

should you quit? you wondered to yourself. it was hard enough on you to hear akaashi telling you his feelings, but it was a whole other thing having several people support him, reminding you every single second of every day that your best friend had fallen for someone else.

you really loved being fukurodani’s volleyball manager. after all, it was one of the biggest excuses for you to spend more time with akaashi. but even aside from that, you made a lot of great friendships and memories with the team.

but you really didn’t know if you could go like this anymore.

sighing, you pulled your bag closer to you as you walked home with akaashi.

“what are you thinking about?”

shaking your head, you mumbled, “nothing important really.”

brows furrowing together, he asked, “mm you sure? you looked super serious for a second.”

“dunno, just thinking about quitting being manager.” you muttered, before realizing what you had just confessed. shit. you didn't know how you were going to get out of this one.

stopping in his tracks, akaashi’s eyes widened in surprise, “w-wait, you’re thinking of doing what?”

muttering a soft damn it under your breath, you quickly threw on a nonchalant facade. giving him a shrug, you said casually, “it’s not that big of a deal keiji, there’s still the others.”

turning back around, you started to walk again while akaashi stood there, fumbling for words. catching back up to you, he pressed, “but why? I thought you loved being manager?”

biting the inside of your cheek, you knew he was right but you had to come up with some excuse, something to throw him off at least for now, “I just, school’s getting pretty busy—”

“is that really it?” he interrupted, his voice slightly turning accusatory.

your eyes narrowed at him, “what does that mean?”

out of the both of you, akaashi was always the calm one. but today it was almost like you were seeing another version of him. where his eyes shook slightly, filled with an emotion that you couldn’t identify, his hands bundled into tight fists at his sides.

“i just—” akaashi started, struggling to find the right words to say, “i feel like you’re not telling me something y/n. you’ve been off the last couple of weeks and I don’t know why—”

you let out a bitter chuckle.

“you’re kidding right?”

if your reaction wasn’t enough to shut akaashi up, the words that followed definitely was. he watched as you shut your eyes tightly, your grip on your bag tightening, voice trembling, “I just, I can't do this anymore keiji.”

akaashi’s eyes softened; moving closer towards you, he started to reach for your hand when you flinched away, the motion causing akaashi to blink in surprise.

“d-don’t.” you whispered, blinking back the tears. “you won’t understand keiji. you won’t get what I feel and there’s no point in me telling you so please, just don’t ask me why.”

“y/n, you can’t shut me out without even giving me a chance.” he reasoned softly to which you shook your head.

“no, you don’t get it. e-everything will change and I just, I can’t handle that—”

“I promise, nothing will change.” akaashi started, “you’ll always be my best friend—”

“I don’t want to be your best friend anymore!” you finally exploded, the word starting to make you feel sick. your voice echoed through the empty street, each word coming back to haunt you when you realized what you had finally done.

but there was no going back.

“I want to be more than that...” you trailed off in a weak whisper. sniffling, you realized you had been crying without even knowing. brushing your cheek with the sleeve of your sweater, you added, “b-but you like someone else and that’s not your fault, it’s all mine. so just, give me some time keiji. i-i’m sorry.” you finally choked out before turning around on your heel and walking away quickly, the tears only falling faster at this point.

shit shit shit shit

just then you felt something tug at your wrist, spinning you around as a slight yelp escaped your mouth. finding yourself being pulled towards Akaashi your faces just millimeters apart, you gasped, “keiji—!?”

without uttering another word, akaashi closed the distance between the two of you as he grabbed your waist, pulling your frame flush against him as his lips enveloped yours in a soft kiss. his other hand cupped the back of your neck, his long fingers threading themselves into your hair as he pressed his lips tightly against yours.

you felt like you were dreaming.

before you could comprehend what was happening, akaashi had pulled away, pressing his forehead against yours as you watched his chest raise up and down with every breath.

“keiji...” you whispered softly.

“it was you.” he confessed quietly, “it was you, this whole time.”

blinking furiously, you stared at your best friend as you slowly registered his words, “w-what, what do you mean?”

lips quirking up into an embarrassed smile, he grinned, “the girl i said i liked? it was you y/n...that’s why i didn’t tell you who it was.”

"oh.” you said as your cheeks flamed up in embarrassment, a shy smile appearing on your face, “it was me?”

cupping your face in both his hands, he pressed another kiss to your lips before saying, “yes, it was you. it always has been.”

as he gazed at you in complete adoration, you laughed softly to yourself, shaking your head in wonder. you were so preoccupied with the idea that the person akaashi liked wasn’t you, you didn’t even pay attention to all the signs and signals he had been giving trying to tell you that it was you.

oh, how the world worked.

iwaizumi

“iwaaaaa.”

“no.”

“hajiiiii.”

“no.”

“hajime! come on!”

turning around to look at you, he rolled his eyes at you before saying the same word he had been for the last several minutes, “no.”

crossing your arms across your chest with a slight huff, you retorted, “but why not?! it’s really that not that big of a deal, you’re just my best friend.”

snorting, he turned his attention back to his laptop, “what kind of best-friends do you see kissing each other y/n?”

“you make it sound crude, it’s not like I’m asking you to be my fuck buddy.” you grumbled, “I just said to teach me how to kiss, just once. It’s literally driving me crazy that I haven’t kissed anyone yet and then there’s the absolute fear of kissing someone and then realizing I suck and being utterly embarrassed for the rest of my life.”

“then just find someone who hasn’t had their first kiss either. bam, both of you suck.”

your narrowed your eyes at him, “do you have a list of men who haven’t had their first kiss? I can barely find one at this stupid university who has yet to sleep with someone, find someone who hasn’t kissed yet?! impossible.”

iwaizumi chuckled softly under his breath as he heard you continue to grumble about how you were going to die alone since you would be too afraid to get intimate with anyone since you “sucked” at it.

did he want to kiss you? always.

but did he expect this to be the way? definitely not.

he knew exactly how this would go, there was no way of it happening any other way. iwaizumi was always better at showing how he felt through actions than words, and after being best friends with you for so long, he knew you’d be able to tell the instant his lips met yours, just how fucking in love he was with you.

“hajimeeeee.” you started to whine again, interrupting his thoughts.

sighing, he turned around on his chair so that he was completely facing you.

his first mistake.

there you sat cross legged, plush lips pulled together in a small pout as you stared at him with your soft wide eyes.

“please haji...” you urge softer this time, a hint of desperation laced within your voice.

iwaizumi’s grip on his jeans tightened. the way you were looking at him was enough to set him off as his heart fluttered at the sound of his name from your lips.

“you do realize you’re still going to be kissing me right?” he pointed out, “you're okay with that? ”

nodding quickly, a smile quickly appeared onto your face. was he being convinced? you waved your hand about nonchalantly, “totally okay, you’re my best-friend, I trust you.”

best friend, iwaizumi winced. the word stung a little more than usual today.

after a while, iwaizumi finally said with a sigh, “look y/n, I don’t know...”

your smile quickly dropped.

“alright, it’s fine.” you said casually, although Iwaizumi could clearly hear the disappointment in your voice. getting up from his bed, you grabbed your bag from beside you and slung it over your shoulder.

“hey, do you where tooru is?” you asked as you made your way towards his door.

at the sound of his best friend’s name, iwaizumi’s ears perked up. brows furrowed together, he looked at you in slight curiosity as a bad feeling erupted in his stomach, “practice, why?”

shrugging, you said, “i'll just go ask him instead, i’m sure he’ll do it.”

oh, hell no.

before he could even think through his actions, iwaizumi pushed himself off of his chair and found himself reaching past you and closing the door with a thud! his arms caged you as you turned around and stared at him in complete shock, eyes wide and lips parted.

chest rising up and down, he stared down at you, eyes swimming with an emotion you had never seen before. your own heart started hammering in your chest at the sudden change in proximity as you could feel iwaizumi’s breath fan your flushed cheeks.

“h-hajime?” you stuttered out, blinking furiously as the boy simply stared at you. iwaizumi felt his brain completely short-circuit. this wasn’t like him at all. he was always the cool-headed one, whether it was keeping oikawa in check or being the supportive one for his friends. but with you, you had always managed to bring out parts of him he never knew existed.

standing there, his gaze dropped down to your lips; it was as if being this close to you activated a magnetic field that he was unable to escape. leaning in towards you, his forehead rested against yours before he mumbled lowly, “a kiss is what you wanted right? then here.”

slipping a hand beneath your jaw, his fingers tilted your face upward before closing the gap and pressing his lips to yours.

what started as a butterfly touch, slightly nervous and afraid, quickly changed as iwaizumi pressed closer, deepening the kiss. feeling your back hit the door, your eyes fluttered to a close as you found yourself melting into his embrace, sighing against his lips as you kissed him back.

iwaizumi’s grip on you tightened. he knew he should stop now before things got out of hand. before you caught on. before you realized how much this kiss meant to him.

teeth tugging at your bottom lip, iwaizumi pulled away reluctantly, resting his forehead against yours. eyes fluttering open, he waited for your eyes to open and when they did, he felt his entire world stop.

upon meeting his gaze, your eyes softened. you didn’t know what you expected when you asked iwaizumi to kiss you. while you were serious about wanting to experience kissing, you couldn’t help but admit that you always wanted your first to be iwaizumi.

“w-was i okay?” you murmured softly.

nodding, he chuckled softly, “yea, you were perfect.”

at his words, your grip on his shirt tightened. a sudden surge of courage coursed through your body when you leaned closer towards him and added, “i think i need more practice.” before crashing your lips onto his.

atsumu

“wow, they should make a rule to not let short people work at libraries. you’d need a stool everywhere you went.” atsumu snorted as he watched you try putting a book away on the highest shelf.

it was a friday afternoon and you and atsumu were both at your local library, volunteering after school.

granted you have to drag him there every week but hey, community service was important to you.

turning around to shoot him a glare, you retorted, crossing your arms, “for your information, I am perfectly capable of doing this.

chuckling softly, atsumu raised a brow, lips twitching, “Oh? Really now??

letting out a huff, you turned back around, standing on your toes as you tried to reach the top, even holding on to the shelf as you balanced yourself. watching you from behind, atsumu simply shook his head and chuckled, finding your stubbornness absolutely freaking adorable. (even though he'd never tell you that)

moving behind you, his hand shot up past yours as he whispered, “just let me do it.” his breath fanning the back of your neck. as he took the book from your hand, his fingers grazed yours ever-so-slightly, enough to send your heart into a frenzy.

get it together y/n! you told yourself.

somewhere along the line, the boundary of friendship between you and atsumu started to blur. nearly everyone around you could see the way both of you slowly fell for each other.

but of course neither of you could, choosing to remain silent in fear of ruining your childhood friendship.

however you weren’t about to simply give up as you turned around to retort back, but instead, it was a decision you were quick to regret. your heart suddenly skipped a beat when it noticed the distance between the two of you was almost nonexistent. and if that wasn’t enough, the way atsumu was smirking at from above as you were completely backed up against the bookshelf, had you holding your breath.

waving the book in the air, a good couple feet above you, atsumu teased, “here, all you have to do is reach for it y/n”

for a split second, you forgot the position in which you were in, a sudden drive of competitiveness within you focusing on only getting the book atsumu dangled above you.

pouting, you complained, “atsumu—! just give it to me!” as atsumu laughed at the concentrated look on your face as you endlessly tried grabbing at the air above you.

reaching upwards one last time, pushing yourself up onto the very tip of your toes, you quickly realized you made a mistake when a mini yelp escaped your lips, your hands clutching the thing nearest to you.

which ended up being?

you guessed it.

atsumu.

wide-eyed, your hands tightened around atsumu’s shirt as you quickly regained your balance. looking up nervously, you saw atsumu’s smirk slowly disappear as it turned into a nervous smile, his eyes gazing down at you with a look that was indescribable. blinking, you found yourself staring at atsumu’s lips, his soft red lips that just seemed oh-so-inviting, yet the thought of them on you had you flushing scarlet red.

“y/n?” atsumu’s voice rasped softly through the thick air, your grip on him tightening as the way his name rolled of his lips had your knees going weak.

but before you could respond, all you could feel was the softness of his nose brushing against yours, his hands that slowly cradled your waist as he pulled you closer into his grasp, and finally his lips following right after. his lips soft as clouds enveloped yours gently, nervously, tenderly, as his mouth caressed yours while you stood there stunned, unable to move as much as an inch.

sensing the hesitation in you, atsumu quickly pulled away, a look of panic flashing across his face. his cheeks went flush under the dim library light, as he looked at you, completely flustered, “fuck—I'm sorry, I don’t know what came over me—”

“I didn’t mind.” you suddenly squeaked, your eyes widening as the words slipped past your lips, making you look away in embarrassment, internally cringing.

you did not just say that y/n!!!

atsumu’s face mirrored yours, a look of surprise on them before the corners of his lips quirked up into a smile, the very smile he would always give only you, the very smile that would always have your heart skipping a beat just at the sight of it.

tilting his head to the side, he raised his brow as he teased, “hmm, you didn’t mind?”

this time, it was your turn to be flustered as you hit his chest lightly, avoiding his teasing eyes as he beamed down at you. chuckling, his forehead fell upon yours, his lips yet again just centimeters away.

“then you wouldn’t mind if I did it again?” he whispered lowly, his eyes falling back down to your lips.

“i wouldn’t,” you said softly, finding yourself inching closer to him, slowly closing the gap.

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wayhavenots · 3 years

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So don’t you fret for your baby sister now

I wanted to write a fluffy Mind Blind fic, but this was the only idea I could write. ...Sorry in advance!

Title taken from Sunday Shoes by Lady Lamb.

TW: Death of a major character (Nick)

Synopsis: Nick opts to be taken off of life support when it looks like he will not recover. He needs Daphne’s help to say goodbye. (Some Gray x Button but it’s really not the focus here.) (Major angst! I cried like three times while writing this.)

Word count: 1312 words

You don't have to do this if you don't want to, Button.

Daphne Wiseman flicks the zipper on her jacket. I know, she thinks back.

She knows, and she doesn't want to, but her body walks them into the hospital room anyway. It pulls up a chair next to the body of her comatose brother, who is breathing steadily through a ventilator. It sits and it looks.

Funny, how a body and a mind can be so at odds, sometimes.

Funny. Haha. Like the time her body almost killed her brother.

Correction: Like the time her body did kill her brother. Because it didn't matter that Vengeance had been brought to justice. Justice wasn't coming back.

Nick's body stopped breathing shortly after the epic takedown of Vengeance. He disappeared from her mind for the most terrifying half-hour of Daphne's life. (That included the twenty-seven minutes that her mother took her body for a test-drive. And the thirty-two it took for Nick to delete an embarrassing message that a love-sick and slightly drunk nineteen-year-old Daphne had left in Grayson Black's voicemail box.)

Guess they fixed me in the nick of time, he remarked when he came back, when he and Daphne both heard the doctor say that there had been an unexpected development.

C'mon, Body, stop kidney-ing around, he said a few days later, upon the revelation that his kidney function had decreased.

Hey, I can beat this, he said a few weeks later, in regards to the unstable rhythm of his heart. Get it, Button?

And then after some more weeks, so, so softly that Daphne almost didn't hear him over the sound of her own thoughts mixing with the doctors' words (”...brain could eventually shut down...” that's just what happens when you're trapped in my head in Rosy's classroom eh Nick “...you'll need to make a decision, or rather, he’ll need to make a decision if he wants to proceed with organ donation...” if it’s anything like your Halloween costume decisions then I think we should crowdsource this one...)---

Shit.

John and Hope drive down from Milwaukee to say goodbye. To Nick, whose body will soon stop and whose mind will go with it. And to Daphne, whose head will soon be unprotected from those who can do her harm, intentionally or not.

And that’s why they have to leave, hours before the doctors are scheduled to power down the machines. Because they couldn’t bear it if something were to happen to Daphne, too.

But she isn’t scared of what her mother could do to her. Not anymore. What could she possibly do to her that is worse than being used to kill her brother?

She doesn’t say that. She doesn’t say anything, except for the words that Nick wants her to relay---about how much he loves them, about how he couldn’t have asked for better parents, et cetera, et cetera.

Her mouth forms the words, repeating after Nick, but her mind is elsewhere. Her mind is focused on the heart monitor’s steady rhythm, the fluid dripping from an IV into her brother’s veins, a chip in the paint on the wall, the zipper of her jacket. Zip up, zip down, now you see me, now you don’t. The sound is soothing over her voice, which is shaky and unsteady---not a good representative for calm and confident Nick at all.

She barely remembers being gathered into the last ever Wiseman family hug. Or watching the door shut behind them.

How are you feeling, Button?

As if he doesn’t know.

(Maybe he doesn’t. She’s not sure, either.)

Hungry.

It’s the funniest answer she can think of, until she remembers that she will never have a meal as good as one cooked by Nick.

In the long string of goodbyes, a long list of friends and relatives and exes that Daphne never knew, the last is Gray. He bumps a chair on his way in and apologizes to it, which makes Daphne smile for a moment, without realizing it. And then he places the chair across from hers, sits down, knees almost but not quite touching hers.

His eyes are red, she notices. She wants to hug him.

Why not? I think he’d like that.

She tries to suppress the thought, but can’t: she killed his best friend.

Nobody is blaming you for that, says Nick firmly. Button, tell me you understand that this isn’t your fault.

“How are you holding up?” asks Gray softly, unaware of the conversation happening inside her head.

“Me?” she laughs, pointedly ignoring Nick’s request. She holds up a coffee cup, on the outside of which is written Resilience. Her honorary callsign, ever since she and the others brought down Vengeance, and the name the barista insisted on writing on the cup. “I’m held together by caffeine and denial.”

He grimaces, moves his hand as if to take hers, then stops.

Nick groans loudly in her head. This, he says, this is what’s going to kill me.

“And...how is...?” Gray looks between the still body in the bed, and a point in the center of Daphne’s forehead. “How does this...work, exactly?”

“Just pretend that I’m not here,” she says softly. “I’m just translating.”

And she does, her own mind floating through space as she repeats Nick’s words without thinking. Eyes on Gray’s worn shoes, then back to her zipper, and then she is absorbed with ripping up the paper coffee cup, until she can no longer read the name on the front.

“Take care of yourself,” she is saying, “and take care of---”

She stops. She has to draw a line somewhere. I’m not saying that.

It’s my dying wish, Button. Please.

“...and take care of my sister.”

Dr. Amari knocks on the door gently, and Daphne’s mind---hiding in the corners of the hospital room---comes rushing back to her. For the first time in months, she feels the weight of her body, the effort to inhale oxygen into her lungs, tears rushing to her eyes without her express permission.

No, no, no, it can’t be time yet.

“I guess it’s my turn,” she chokes out to Gray.

Without another word, his arms wrap around her small frame, wishing her good luck. Or maybe it is a final hug for Nick.

Two for the price of one, he quips, though he sounds scared. Am not, he adds to her observation.

Gray finally lets go, but he doesn’t leave. Together, they watch as the last of the devices keeping Nick’s body alive are removed. Daphne sits to take her brother’s hand in hers.

It’s okay to be scared, she thinks to him. It’s okay, Nick. You don’t have to be good magnanimous big brother right now. You can be scared.

Promise me you won’t blame yourself for this forever. His tone is positively panicked now. I can’t leave if you’re not going to be okay.

Joke’s on them both: It’s too late to change his mind, and she doesn’t know if she’ll ever be okay.

I’ll try, she manages. Really, I will. You can go, Saint Nick. I’ll be okay.

The rest of his words come out in a rush, as the heart monitor shuts off, each syllable softer than the last. I’m so proud of you, Button...Give Rosy hell from me...I love you...Don’t let Gray starve...You’re gonna put us all to shame at Aeon...If you and Gray have kids, name one after their Uncle Nick...I love you, Button...

I love you, Saint Nick.

Gray gathers her in his arms again when she starts sobbing. Tears flow down his own cheeks as he holds her tight against him, the room silent except for the sound of her muffled sobs against his T-shirt.

And then she is yelling, so loudly he nearly jumps at the volume of it---

...oh God, oh God, it’s okay, it’s okay, don’t leave, don’t leave, don’t leave...

Gray’s heart sinks at the realization: it is her voice in his head.

But he doesn’t leave.

#mind blind #SORRY #nick wiseman #grayson black #gray x button #tw: death #mind blind spoilers #(if you haven't read the demo i guess lol)

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soulwillower · 4 years

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heat waves • stanley uris

(stanley uris x reader smut)

requested: stanley uris fic where he plays baseball and she plays softball please? best friends to lovers if you can! (bonus for borrowing each other's clothes)

warnings: softball player! reader, swearing, smut at the end sorry, oral (male receiving), fluff mostly though, i promise, unedited as fuck i wrote this all in the last few hours LOL

i hope u dont mind i added smut at the end

(this was inspired partly by the song heat waves by glass animals but just a bit idk)

[losers + reader are 18+.]

3.2k words i think

♡

it was hot.

in fact it was boiling fucking hot, in stan's opinion, and despite loving nearly everything about summer, the heat was the absolute worst of those characteristics by far.

he sighs as he flies down the backroads, away from the baseball fields and towards his house. he's pushing his curls back from his face and groaning as he feels sweat beads on his forehead, his eyes catching the dying sunlight and making him itch to wash his hands.

it's june, and there's a deep heatwave that hit derry that's caused all the a/c units at the store richie works at to disappear from the shelves, the public pool that bill and eddie work at the become overcrowded with kids and families escaping the heat, and the baseball fields to be extremely blistering as mike, stan, and you had to stand under the sun all day the last two days.

his lips twitch up faintly at the thought of earlier today, when he'd had a ten minute break and had ran over in his spikes with mike to catch an inning of the softball game on the fields adjacent to theirs.

the only reason they'd gone was to see you play, of course - and to your embarrassment, they'd caught right when you'd stepped to the plate and had hollered "yeah, baby! y/n/n!" loud enough to make everybody in the stands' head turn and embarrassing enough to make you giggle as you waited for the pitch.

you'd hit a double then, which had also scored in two runs and stan had seen your smile as you stood out at second base, breathing hard and brushing the dirt off your pants. and when he'd waved to you, you waved back with so much pride and excitement that he'd felt his heart skip a beat.

he smiles to himself as he turns the corner into his neighborhood, squinting slightly as the air moves in squiggles feet above the pavement. he swears with a shake of his head - he fucking hates the heat, but the double edged sword of baseball season in the summer makes it worth it.

his phone buzzes from where it's placed in his cup holder and he grabs it, smiling at the y/n y/l/n !!!!! that pops up at the top. he rolls his eyes as he answers, remembering the time when you'd called him a psychopath for having your full name in his phone contact, claiming you knew for a fact he somehow didn't know any other y/n's, so you’d added the exclamation points ‘just for flare.’

he answers, "hey, how was the last game?" he asks as he pulls into his driveway. "we lost." you grumble and he hums as he pulls himself out of the car, leaving his bat bag in the trunk since he's got practice tomorrow. "i'm sorry to hear that. d'you want to come over?" he asks casually as he makes his way inside and sighs at the relief of the air conditioning. "yes, yeah. i do." you say and stan smiles down to the ground at your goofiness. as he enters the kitchen he realizes his parents are out, so he asks, "can you bring food?"

you sigh and he can imagine your grin as you say, "god, the shit i do for you, uris. why can't we go together?" you whine. he snorts, "but i have to shower." he tries to reason, but you retort, "i just spend thirteen hours in the heat too, stan, i need to shower as well."

he smiles, walking up the stairs towards his room. "alright, alright. we can go together, just come over and you can shower here."

"did i mention i love you?" you sigh, almost dreamily. stan stops in his tracks, heart stopping and mouth going dry but still grinning as he hears his name yelled by a voice in the background of your line and you hiss back a muffled, "shut up!"

his face is red as he mutters, "yeah, yeah. love you too, y/n/n. i'll see you soon."

your voice echoes in his head as he stares at the tiles of his shower the entire time he's showering. did i mention i love you? as the ice cold water cascades over his sore muscles, relaxing him and breathing energy back into his tired body, he can't get you out of his head.

your voice, your hair, the way you have so much confidence on the field and yet are the sweetest and funniest person he's every met. as his mind wanders, he thanks god that his shower is freezing and he groans, trying to stop imagining his best friend while he's in the shower.

did i mention i love you?

he steps out soon after that, feeling like a bit of a creep. as he ruffles his towel-dry hair, he hears his front door open. opening the door to the bathroom, he's suddenly facing you, clad in your dirty uniform, your visor still on your head and a tired but happy smile on your face. "where's donny and andrea?" you ask and stan shrugs, chuckling a bit at your dumb nickname for his father, "think they had some meeting and went out after." he's not really focused though, because he's aware that he is standing with only a red towel hanging low on his hips as you stand in front of him, your cheeks red and eyes wide, bouncing around him and avoiding eye contact, flustered as you clear your throat.

did i mention i love you?

he grabs his dirty uniform to sweep into the laundry and gets you a fresh towel, gathering clothes for you to change into before residing to his own bedroom. the shower turns on right as he pulls on his shirt and flops back onto his mattress.

he can't get you off his mind, which isn't necessarily a new development, but ever since the heat wave, his mind has been stuck in a loop that's never ending. y/n, baseball, y/n, baseball, y/n, y/n, y/n....

did i mention i love you?

it's hot in his room and he stares at the patterns in his ceiling, lifting a brow as the spots morph in and out of shapes and suddenly it's back to you, your angelic face in his vision and he almost groans. he loves you way too much, he thinks.

he knows every single feature about you; enough so that your face, beautiful and clear as always, appears in his vision and he's fucked because he knows he’s still be able to remember where every feature, mark or blemish on your face is, even when you're not with him.

even though he knows that your relationship is just platonic, he still finds himself imagining his lips exploring the expanse of your neck and he yearns to touch every part of you, to be touched by you. he can't get you out of his mind.

the shower shuts off so he sits up and rubs his eyes - the danger and power the you have over him almost makes him laugh, especially because if you knew half the things he thought about you, you'd probably kill him.

he's smiling dumbly, thinking about the time you and bill got caught sneaking onto the derry golf course and made richie and stan pick you two up, right as you pad into his room.

"i look like a dumbass, stan!" you groan, lifting your arms as you spin a bit, and he almost dies. he has to shake his head to avoid you seeing his blush because you're standing in front of him, wearing his baseball team practice shirt that has his last name on it and his gym shorts, cinched at the waist to keep them on you and neither things fit you very well but he thinks he's going to lose it because his heart feels so warm.

your hair is wet and making the shirt totally wet where the ends of the strands touch, your skin bright from washing off the eyeblack you'd worn all day. he's so lost in the image of you that you have to repeat yourself.

"stan! stop looking at me, oh my god i want to die." you shove your face into your hands and laugh. he shakes his head rid of his stupor and stands from his bed, laying a hand on your shoulder. "you look incredible right now, y/n. let's go, i'm hungry."

he grabs the hoodie he'd insisted you order for him early last year - with your club team's logo on it and a big, white #2 and your last name on the back. he knows it's too hot to actually wear it, but he's going to take it because you always get cold under his car's a/c.

he's not always the best at approaching you in a way that is comforting, but you beam at him as you follow him out towards his car. you're both walking slowly through the hot nighttime air, half because the air is so thick it feels like you're wading, but half from the exhausting day you'd both had.

every muscle in stan's body aches as he pulls himself into the driver's seat, making sure everything was straight and in place. he doesn't even blush when he turns the key twice before starting the ignition, knowing that you don't mind and even show affection towards his compulsions after all this time. his heart thumps at the thought.

"where to?" you yawn as you ask and he can feel your eyes on him as he's leaning back, backing his car out of the driveway. he flushes once again under your beautiful gaze.

stan then finds himself in the back of his trunk at the quarry, the windows still up because you insisted it'd be too hot with the door open. he'd listened to you because you're you - but if it had been bill, or eddie, or ben, or mike or bev or especially richie he would have groaned and complained about how bad it was for his battery to keep the a/c running.

but it was you, so he did it with a smile on his face and a thump in his heart. you're sitting with your knees touching, stomachs full of fries, burgers, and vanilla milkshakes.

you're still working on your milkshake, spooning it into your mouth slowly as you tell stan a story about your day. "-and she slid under the tag - no, don't look at me like that, she was under it! - and the fucking ump called her out." you grumble, glaring into your milkshake. stan just grins, taking in your natural hair and how it's framing your face, the way your legs gleam in the moonlight and showcase the random bruises you have from taking pitches to the legs.

he forgets to respond and you look up at him, lifting a brow. "oh, yeah, i got a few bruises." you mutter, examining your leg yourself. you perk up, "look at this one! it's got stitch marks!" you say enthusiastically, pulling your bare thigh up so it's across stan's lap, scooting closer to him. he gulps, the proximity of you to him making it hard to focus as you run your fingers over the skin.

"shit." he mutters, hingers falling to touch the purple skin that was blossoming in a faint circle, red and purple stitch marks from the softball etching their way onto your skin. "that must've stung." he adds, eyes glued to your bare leg. you hum in agreement and suddenly your eyes are meeting his and he can't breathe at all.

you're closer than he'd expected as you straighten up, leg falling flat against his lap as you stare deep into each other's eyes. yours are swimming with wonder as you watch him, and he almost jumps when your hand lands on his shoulder. "what're you thinking? you're in your head a lot tonight, stan." you say gently, with all the care in the world and he doesn't really feel the usual twinge of guilt he feels for being more reserved than usual - instead he just feels like he may explode if he doesn't just tell you.

"y/n." he says it so quietly that all he can hear is the first part of your name. "uh-i... uh, maybe it's the heat wave, but..." he shakes his head, knowing that excuse with not work. you're too smart to believe a fib that simple. he sighs.

"no. no, i just- sometimes all that i think about is you." he says, his hand falling to rub over your bare thigh. he feels your muscles tense under his palm and he searches your eyes, his stomach tying itself into knots of anxiety as he waits patiently.

"what-what do you mean?" you ask softly, eyes flickering between his and he bites his lips, looking out to the quarry quickly before looking at you. he thinks about the days you've spent together with the others down at the water, all the drunken nights where you find your way to the clubhouse you'd all built in middle school.

he thinks about how you always, always make it to his games when you're not also playing; how you always sit at the far top right of the bleachers and scream his name loud enough that he can hear you even when he's way out in center field, how you always wear his away uniform jersey and give it back to him with a hug after the games. he thinks about all the hours the two of you have spent together at derry's batting cages, competitively keeping tallies of how many line drives you can each hit.

"stan?" you ask again softly, biting your lip. "i think about you too." you tell him, and he shakes his head, knowing that you aren't totally understanding him (but that's definitely not your fault).

"i think i love you."

he says it louder than intended, and it slices through the midnight air in a way that makes the world stagnant. he swears, even the frogs stop croaking, the cicadas stop buzzing, the wind stops blowing through the leaves in the forest.

"like... like you love me?" you ask, your leg still across his lap, hand still on his shoulder reassuring him that you at least weren't completely disgusted by his admission.

"like i'm in love with you." he reiterates, looking straight into your apprehensive eyes as he says it. it takes barely a split second before you're smiling at him in a grin that knocks the wind right out of stan's chest again.

"what made you decide that?" you ask with a huge, breathtakingly sweet smile as your hands slide to hold his neck. he huffs a laugh, unsure still, "dunno. lots of things - everything about you, really." he mumbles, feeling slightly stupid but still incredibly giddy as you lean closer.

"well i'm in love with you, stan." you say, lips ghosting over his. he grins, the feeling of you so close to him making his fingers tingle as one hand stays on your thigh, the other falling to your hip.

he can't speak, so instead he closes the gap. your lips are warm against him - your whole body is - as you come to life, kissing him like you've been doing it your whole life. you whimper lightly and it makes him sigh with pleasure, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, tasting the vanilla of your milkshake on your tongue.

slowly, you slide onto his lap and his hands move up your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him, his tongue swiping against your plush lips. you're straddling him, cupping his jaw with both hands as you accept his tongue, yours caressing his sweetly and he wonders why you haven't been doing this your whole life.

he pushes against you, pulling you closer to him as you pull back for breath. "i've wanted to do that for so long." you mutter lowly as his lips immediately attach to the soft expanse of your skin, his fingers tickling down your bare thighs. he grins as he feels goosebumps form under his palms, biting down and sucking the soft skin on your throat, eliciting a moan from you.

he pulls back a bit, "me too." he says, lips peppering kisses all the way up to your lips and catching them again, your hand sliding into his har and tugging on the strands.

you slowly grind against him and he groans at the feeling of you around him, the pleasure making his mind fuzzy as all he can think about it you.

and then he’s dying because you’re trailing a hand down to palm him through his pants and all he can do is groan a bit against your chest and look at you because holy shit.

you slide off his lap and down on to your knees in the small space between his legs, watching him with those beautiful doe eyes as you slide down his shorts slowly.

he’s watching, lip caught between his teeth as you pull him free from where he strains against his boxers, licking your lips and pumping his base a few times. he grunts as your hand moves, the feeling making him twitch in pleasure. his cock is dripping precum and you slowly reach your tongue out, swirling around his tip. he lets out a dejected moan and grips your shoulders as you slowly take him into your mouth, wet and warm and perfect.”good girl.” he mutters quietly through his bliss and he notices how you flush under the praise, your tongue flattening as you take him further in.

as you bob your head down and try to take as much of him as you can, you look up through your lashes to watch him, the eye contact making his legs weak.

his lips are parted, watching as you suck him off as his hips twitch, hands playing with your hair through his pleasure. "fuck, y/n..." he moans as you start to bob your head quicker, lifting one of your hands to grab his own. he lets you guide his hand to the back of your head and you gently put pressure on it.

he thinks he might faint as he realizes what you want. slowly, he pushes you further down on his cock and he gasps at the tight feeling of you gagging around him.

he groans, “you like that, hm?” quietly as you whimper around his cock, the vibrations nearing him to his high. “holy shit.” he mutters to himself as he moves your head, the lewd noises of his cock in your mouth and his moans filling up the car.

you take him as far into your mouth as you can and he feels you try to relax as he gently pushes you further down on his cock until he hits the back of your throat. you moan, the vibrations pushing him to the edge as his hips buck up slightly.

you choke and pull off of him, catching your breath as you make eye contact, “being so good for me.” he mutters, his eyes glazed over as he watches you pump him. you smile, cheeks pink from the praise and he almost swoons with how fucking perfect you look.

he lets out a low moan at your warm mouth taking him in, bobbing up and down. his hands push you down onto him again and he holds you there while he gently thrusts up, your hands on his thighs. he tilts his head back, eyes squeezing shut in pure bliss.

its only a few seconds and he barely gets out a, "fuck, y/n, i'm gonna-" before he's spilling into your mouth. to his surprise, you moan around him and slowly lick him up and swallow, looking up at him with a tired smile.

“holy shit.” he says yet again, staring at you as you pull his shorts back up and bite your lip. he pulls you into a kiss and he can taste himself on your lips, making his stomach flip.

"date me." he says quickly as he pulls back, his cheeks flushed from the taste of you on his tongue and the post-orgasmic bliss. you pull back, grinning. "well you don't have to be so polite about it." your voice sounds fucked-out and kind of raw and he’s certainly a dead man.

he chuckles, rolling his eyes at your sarcastic tone. he loves you so fucking much. "fine. y/n, please be my girlfriend. i want to be your boyfriend, i want us to date. please, will you go out with me?" his voice is dead-pan, but he's serious about it, and you can tell by his boyish grin.

you laugh, shaking your head. "god, was that so hard?" you ask, your hands rubbing over his chest, where his muscles tense in soreness. he then realizes you're still straddling him and how fucking sore you must be. he pulls you closer.

and then you pull him in for another kiss, both of your teeth clashing slightly from your grins. you didn't even explicitly say yes, stan wants to say, but instead he mutters, "did i mention i love you?"

you smile, cheeks red. “you might have mentioned it.” you say bashfully. he grins, kissing your cheek sweetly, hand running up your thigh slowly. “can i taste you, babylove?” he mumbles against your skin and he feels you shiver as you let out a quiet moan.

you grin, kissing him on the lips, “why dont we go back to your place...can i stay the night?” you ask, cheeks aflame as you look at him. “i want to take our time.” you add.

it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen and he nods, grinning at you. “fuck- yes, yes you can. of course.” he says, smiling at you. you kiss him heatedly, grinning as you pull back and lean over to crawl back to the passenger seat. stan slaps your ass lightly as you do and you squeal, grinning back at him with a lifted brow, “c’mon, uris. you’re scoring tonight.”

he rolls his eyes at your cheesy words and groans a bit, but he can’t ignore the butterflies that thrash in his chest nonetheless.

you love him.

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Friendship Test || Tom Holland

Fandom: Tom Holland (feat. other ones, partially)

Pairing: Tom Holland x actor!reader (PLATONIC)

Word Count: 1112

Warnings: Swearing; Tiny sexual innuendos; Mentions of other celebrities (Ashton Irwin, Joshua Bassett, Will Smith); Mostly dialogue (I’m not kidding, this is literally almost all talking. To keep you guessing ;); MORE VERY VERY BAD WRITING (read at your own risk)

Okay! Two fics in two days, go me!

I was thinking I could make a spin-off of blurbs/one-shots with the celebrities mentioned in this (not so much Will). I don’t know, it’s still in the thought process.

Also, sorry the reader and Tom aren’t together in this. If I do make spin-offs (which I probably will), you’ll have, like pre-made relationships, so you can request your own situations with them.

I took most of this from the friendship test Glamour did with Niall Horan and Lewis Capaldi.

Hehe another thing, I don’t usually blur out cursing, but since it’s an interview, I did. !!! More Author’s note at the end !!!

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BOLD = Interview

Italics = Tom

Normal = Reader/Y/N

"Hi, I'm Y/N Y/L/N."

"And I'm Tom Holland."

"And we're taking the Glamour friendship test." You both say at the same time, causing you both to laugh.

"In case you don't know, I play Marcy in Spies In Disguise-" You start, only to be interrupted by Tom.

"And I play Walter. Our characters have no relationship between each other whatsoever, but Y/N and I have been friends for years, so when Glamour asked us if we wanted to do a friendship test we were like, 'Hell yeah!'"

"So now here we are... taking a friendship test. This test right here determines whether we are true friends or not. It's kinda scary if you think about it."

"My palms are sweaty." Tom wipes his hands on his pants.

***

Y/N [FRIENDS WITH TOM]

TOM [FRIENDS WITH Y/N]

"I'm going to ask you a bit about your friendship with Tom."

"Mmmkay. We met when I was living in London. I had to play his love interest in a film. It was honestly my least favorite film I've ever been in. The plot was great, the script was great, my character was great, but the fact that my love interest was being played by Tom... hated that. Absolutely hated that."

"Okay, wow. That was fucking rude."

"Oh my god, Tom. You can't just cuss on here."

"What's one of your fondest memories of each other?"

"Mine is a time we got drunk together. Now, I'm an emotional drunk. That's fine, you know? Everyone has their baggage, but Y/N here-"

"Tom noooooooo..."

"-but Y/N here is a very... crazy drunk?"

"I hate you so much. So, so, so, so much."

"It was honestly scary. Y/N's boyfriend was there. His name is Ashton. Ashton Irwin of 5 Seconds of Summer, their new album CALM is out, stream it, sorry I'm getting distracted, but anyways Ashton was there and... and, uh, If Walls Could Talk came on and Y/N here got a little too excited."

"Now, I know that this really shouldn't be said on the Internet, but Y/N doesn't care- Y/N, you don't care, right?'

"Yes, I care very m-"

"See, she doesn’t care. As I was saying, If Walls Could Talk came on, right? Y/N here decided to take her shirt off. Listen, I'm a man, I am a male, I enjoy a little strip show now and then, but to see it with your best friend who is in a committed relationship is kinda horrifying."

"Ashton had to drag her out of the house- and I swear that Y/N was, like, shitface drunk. It was like she didn't even realize she was in a room full of people when she did it. Great memory."

"Haha, super fucking funny."

"Who's cussing now?"

"Shut up. Anyways, my favorite memory would have to be when we did this homemade music video thing? My other friend, Joshua- Joshua Bassett, did this with his cast on High School Musical: The Musical: The Series. They did, like a music video to Bang Bang by Jessie J and when I saw it I was like, 'Tom we should totally do this!'"

"So, we did. But instead of Bang Bang, it was... Telephone by Lady Gaga featuring Beyoncé. And it was honestly just a really fun thing to make, and... yeah."

"That is a nice memory."

"Yeah. Notice how I didn't pick one just to embarrass you?"

"Hey, I can't choose what my favorite memory is."

"Fuck you. I should have done this with Will instead."

"Oh, like Will would ever take a friendship test with you!"

"You'd be surprised."

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?"

***

EXERCISE ONE | GIVE EACH OTHER COMPLIMENTS

"This is gonna be hard."

"I hate you so much, you don't even understand."

"Trust me, I know."

"Ummm... You have a great style. Like, your style is way better than mine-"

"Everybody's style is better than yours."

"What was that?"

"Nothing. Go on."

"That's actually all I have for you."

"Oh really?" "Yeah."

"Okay, Tom.. you have a nice accent. It's really, you know, British?"

"You got a thing for guys with accents then?"

"Don't fucking talk to me after this ever again."

"Gladly."

"That compliment was a lie by the way. I just wanted you to know."

***

EXERCISE TWO | HUG FOR ONE MINUTE

"You guys are trying to kill me aren't you?"

"Did you guys talk to Ashton about this? Did my boyfriend agree to this?"

"You act like we haven't hugged for longer than a minute."

Tom steps closer to you and wraps his arms around your somehow smaller frame.

"The worst part is that he gives good hugs."

"You know how many people would kill to be in your position?"

"None"

***

EXERCISE THREE | MIRROR EACH OTHER'S DANCE MOVES

"Nah. Fuck this."

"This is gonna be good."

You watch Tom do a backflip. In return, you get on your knees (luckily you were wearing pants for this promo day) and do a summersault.

"That's the best you're gonna get."

***

EXERCISE FOUR (THE FINAL EXERCISE) | TRUST FALLS

"I don't like this." You say as Tom steps behind you.

"Just do it. Just close your eyes... and fall."

"I don't what the fuck you just said to me, but never say it to me again."

"Can't you tell that we're best friends?" Tom says to the camera.

"I hope they can't. I hope they can see how much I hate you."

"Oh my god, just fall already."

You close your eyes and cross your hands over your chest for dramatics.

"Catch me or die."

"R.I.P to me then."

You're hoping that he's joking because as soon as you say that you're falling, and then you're caught. You get up with Tom's help and fix your shirt.

"Good move. Your turn."

Tom watches as you move behind him.

"Same goes for you. If you drop me, I'll hurt you."

"Good thing I like pain."

And then Tom is falling. You're standing at the perfect angle behind him to catch him, but you don't feel anything. You're confused for a nanosecond until you hear a heavy thump.

"What the fuck, Y/N?"

"Why would you fall forwards? Who the fuck falls forwards?"

"I fucking do! Where the hell were you?"

"Well, I was standing behind you. Ready to catch you, and then you fell forwards like a fucking idiot on America's Funniest Home Videos."

***

"Thank you guys for watching."

"Yes, thank you! Although it looks like we hate each other, we promise you we are best friends."

"Please watch Spies In Disguise, in theaters now and subscribe to Glamour's youtube channel."

***

Anyways, as I was saying before... you can send me situations with the characters in this (Tom, Joshua, and Ashton) or even throw in some new celebrities and I can make spin-off oneshots from this universe. I hope that makes sense because it didn’t to me.

#tom holland #tom holland imagine #tom holland fluff #tom holland x actress!reader #ashton irwin #ashton irwin imagine #joshua bassett #joshua bassett imagine #i write sometimes #i write for tom sometimes

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rachelbethhines · 3 years

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Tangled Salt Marathon - Short Cuts

So the reviews for Rapunzel’s Return are taking longer then expected and due to real life complications I’ve now fallen behind in my intended schedule. So in order to catch up, I’ll be doing a series of rapid-fire mini reviews of all the official shorts that the series released in addition to the usual reviews.

Summary: Ten shorts were released throughout the three seasons of the show detailing Rapunzel’s misadventures in Corona.

Check Mate

Pascal tries to get Max to play chess with him, but the horse is too busy with guard duty to play. Pascal’s antics wind up causing a fire and Max must save him.

This short, plus the later Unicorn-y short, and the episode Pascal’s Story pretty much confirms that chess is pascal’s favorite game. Shame that’s the only idiosyncrasy that the series gives besides being the conscious of the group that sometimes gives the other characters guilty looks.

I said it before and I’ll say again, the animal sidekicks in the franchise don’t have enough personality to carry whole episodes by themselves, but shorts like this are ok and where things like this should have stayed.

Prison Bake

Attila recounts how he used his baking skills to break his fellow pub thugs out of prison back before they met Rapunzel.

This just raises so many questions. Why were they arrested? What was their punishment besides jail? Why weren’t they just re-arrested later after escaping? If they were all wanted criminals before meeting Raps then why did they try to call the guards during the movie to collect the reward money on Eugene’s head? Do we really think “crack-down on crime” Frederic would pardon them before Rapunzel’s return? How do we know they weren’t just framed given how shitty Corona’s legal system is?

Like I just need a tiny bit more context show. Two to three minutes isn’t really long enough to set up conflicts. These shorts should have been more like five or six minutes really.

Also Ludwig the Castle Cook is also just wasted. They built a model for him and hired a VA and everything and all he does is appear in this one short and nothing else. Like I think he makes a non-speaking cameo in The Alchemist Returns or something, but that’s it. It’s a clear mismanagement of resources.

Make Me Smile

Rapunzel tries unsuccessfully to make Old Lady Crowley smile, but it’s not until she holds an honest conversation with the woman does she find a solution.

This is best short out of the bunch, and not just cause it stars the great Pat Carol either.

This is how Rapunzel should have been handled in the main series proper. Which is why I screen-grabbed this whole convo. It’s perfect.

Rapunzel spent 18 years lock in a tower. Of course she doesn’t understand different perspectives from her own cause her development has been stunted. She’s compassionate but lacks empathy. So she has a hard time connecting with others, but once she slows down an actually takes the time to listen to people she is capable of learning.

We needed more of this; just on a larger scale. Have Raps make mistakes, have people be annoyed with her or right angry when she messes up, and then have her learn.

Why the series thought it was a good idea to have everyone kiss her royal arse instead while she dug in her heels and consendinly took charge of everything even while still screwing up, I’ll never know.

Hare Peace

Feldspar asks Rapunzel to take care of his “precious”. Rapunzel thinks he means a pet rabbit, and is run ragged trying to keep up with it, but it turns out he was talking about his prized cabbage instead.

These shorts overall work a lot better than the main show. They know what they are and don’t try to be anything else. Therefore they deliver what is promised competently. They’re nothing amazing nor groundbreaking and in truth I wouldn’t want a whole series of them, but I get the feeling this is what the head executives at Disney were expecting when they signed off on the show and not whatever mess the main series turned out to be.

Night Bite

Rapunzel, Eugene, and the animals are out camping for the night and Max gets irritated by all the bugs.

What doesn’t work so well is the placement of some of the shorts. This particular short aired during season two and indeed that would make sense given that they are camping out here. Which why would they do that if they were still in Corona...

Yet some of the later shorts, which also aired during season two, clearly do take place in Corona debunking that theory. Just some context would be nice show, that’s all.

Also this short is meh.. not bad, not, good, just there.

Hiccup Fever

Rapunzel gets the hiccups and everyone in Corona seems to have advice on how to get rid of them, but only Eugene has the solution.

I’d argue that this is the funniest of the shorts. I legit laughed out loud at some points which is rare.

However it does sadly prove on thing.

Rapunzel was always a shit girlfriend, even before season three.

Being a douche to your boyfriend isn’t funny show.

Snowball

Rapunzel and Pascal plan to have some fun in the snow and things go awry.

So where and when is this exactly?

Unlike the other shorts, the context and setting for this one is paramount to whether or not Rapunzel is a simply lazy or a an outright dick.

For you see, Rapunzel had never been outside in the show before Queen for a Day. Ergo, this can only take place during the latter half of season one or during season two.

Now season two makes a lot of sense. They’re at some cabin in the woods that was never mentioned are seen on screen before and this did air during season two anyways. If that is the case then Raps just avoiding her planned road trip like always.

However, the last short and the next two also aired during season two and all of those do take place in Corona during season one and even the wiki states that they were all meant to take place during season one in original concept.

Yet if that is the case then Rapunzel is ignoring Varian right now and playing around in the thing that almost killed him...

Oh and that still doesn’t explain where this cabin is. Is it the mountain retreat that the King and Queen were going to spend their anniversary at?

What’s really mind boggling though is that they made this short in order to reuse the character models from Queen for a Day in order to save money, but then went and built this whole set that’s never seen outside of this short.

Like seriously who was on charge of the budget decisions in the series?

Hairdon't

Rapunzel offers to cut Eugene’s hair but then messes it up. She spends all day trying to stop Eugene from seeing his new do, but turns out the hairstyle becomes a hit with the Corona townspeople.

Rapunzel seriously lucked out here and it borderlines on the main series style levels of BS. She asks Eugene not to get upset before he sees what she’s done and, guess what, he is rightly upset.

Honestly the series needed to let Eugene get angry at Rapunzel for stuff. That’s what happens in relationships, you will make your partner mad at times and that’s ok. It’s all about how both of you handle that.

We never get to see how Eugene and Rapunzel would handle a real ordinary conflict and not just magic/ex girlfriend shenanigans that don't end with them putting off talking about it.

Even their best episodes in season two still are over conflicts that don’t have any immediate impact on their lives and are mostly hypotheticals to them, like kids or how other people should approach dating. And of course by season three Eugene is just reduced to a doormat.

Unicorn-y

Rapunzel tries to help Vladimir find his missing prized unicorn figurine in this spoof of old detective movies. Turns out Max and Pascal had found it and were using it to play chess.

Ok, first off, Eugene has the patience of a saint and deserves so much better than Raps and her bullcrap here. Same goes for Lance who is tied up as well during this scene.

But also this is another short that needed to be more than three mins long. The “mystery” is over before it even starts and the film noir parody only barely has time register in the viewer’s mind and then it’s over with.

Shorty’s Theme Song Takeover!

The last of the shorts aired after the show had ended as part of the Disney Channel’s on going promotional gimmick “Theme Song Takeover!”

Shorty finds Rapunzel’s journal and sings his own version of the show’s theme song, “Wind in my Beard”.

It’s ok.

All of Disney’s animated shows for the 2019/2020 line up has done one and some are funnier than than this and others not so. The Shorty one is pretty middle ground but what makes it work is that Rapunzel is completely oblivious to what’s going on and only Shorty, always the anomaly of the series, can perceive the fourth wall. Thus proving he was never really human.

As for placement, we know it’s season three cause of Rapunzel’s dress and they’re mostly likely inside the Snuggly Duckling right now. So just slot it in wherever you see fit.

Conclusion

That’s it for the shorts. The rest of Rapunzel’s Return should be up later this week and then hopefully I’ll be all caught up in time to cover the next episode next week.

#tangled #tangled the series #rapunzles tangled adventure #short cuts #anti-rapunzel #anti-tangled

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youremyonlyhope · 3 years

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Starship Rewatch

10 years ago today (well, yesterday since I’m posting it a day later), 15 year old Hope curled up on her couch to watch a new StarKid show called Starship right as it dropped. This was the first time I got to watch a show when it was posted since I didn’t become a StarKid fan until a months earlier. I was so excited.

And now, I’m rewatching Starship for the first time in full in at least 5 years I think. I listened to the soundtrack twice earlier today, singing along at my desk at work (thank god no one else was here tonight to judge me). I still know so many of the lyrics. And so many little jokes and stuff were flooding back. Starship was my favorite StarKid show for a long time, so I’m so excited to watch this again to see if it’s still my fave.

This post ended up being really long, so you’ve been warned. But it also includes pictures of the crocheted Roach and Bugette plushies that I made as a teen.

OH. THE OLD LOGO. AHHH. I already have so many feels. The future is now! I can’t handle this. The nostalgia! The Galactic League of Extraterrestrial Exploration. My facebook account to this day says I am a Starship Ranger at the G.L.E.E. because I’ve never bothered to change it. Also, shoutout to anyone from the StarKidPotter FB and EFST days if you’re reading this. AHHH IT’S CHRIS AND ERIC. Ok I might have to pause 20 thousand times during this Starship Ranger ad to acknowledge all the StarKid cameos. Tyler! “We come to conquer... in peace!” Tyler I love you. Brian and Richard! I forgot they painted Richard BLUE. Britney and Ariel! Nicholas Joseph Stauss-Matathia! I see that StarKid’s website has shortened his name to just Nicholas Strauss but remember the days when we’d purposefully say his full name? Anyway, I literally just screamed “NICK” when I saw him because he was always one of my faves. The Old Snatch was and still is iconic. Devin and Lily! The Wizard God himself, AJ Holmes. God... remember those AJ Holmes appreciation days where we’d make Chuck Norris-like memes about AJ? So much is rushing back from the depths of my mind oh my god... It’s been so long yet it feels like yesterday... “Someone really *static* F- *static* -ucked up big time” Love it.

2 minutes and 22 seconds in. I’ve written so much. I had to pause before Joey started singing to take a moment. I love this show so much. I love these goofballs so much. And they’re all so young. Most of them are younger than I am now. This is insane.

Ok I have to promise myself not to pause as much now. *Spoiler, I failed*

“I’ll fight off this gamma radiation if it’s the last thing I ever do!... We’re going down! This is the last thing I’ll ever do!” Oh my god. Look at baby Joey. He hasn’t even graduated from college yet. And that Bug puppet! Someone remind me to dig up the pictures of my crocheted plushies of Starship puppets since I made Roach and Bugette and gave them to the StarKids at SPACE and Apocalyptour. (I also did Rumbleroar, but the bugs were my own pattern I made so I was more proud) The camera is focused in on Bug instead of Joey’s face. I love it. So much. Brannnttttttt. My god. Am I gonna freak out over every single entrance? Roach pretending to die, he’s the best friend ever. “The needs of the many bugs outweigh the needs of the few bugs.” “Or the one bug, I know.” Oh man, when that line comes back... “Dirt eater” “Exoskeleton polisher” “I wanna build honeycombs” “The bug that ruins your picnic” “A fly on the wall!” That line came back to me earlier today and I died. Remembering that line was like 50% of the reason I listened to the soundtrack today.

Nick Lang! Julia! LAUREN LOPEZ. THERE SHE IS. Lovebugs, I can’t. *Sentimental music* “You could come over to my nest and I could... tear off your head and let my larva devour your body?” How did I forget that line? The way Lauren has to kick Bugette’s larva sack to walk. But the way that it also works so well with the character. I can’t. The Mosquito Brothers!! I forgot they show up so early. “This is our sister, Sweetheart” “...YO.” I CANNOT HANDLE JIM POVOLO. The “zzzz”s like buzzing as backing vocals instead of the usual “ahs” and “oohs.” The things you don’t appreciate until years later. Darren, you genius. That is such a good detail. For a second I couldn’t remember who the Overqueen is played by. 99% sure it’s Jim (It is). Also. Overqueen like ovary... and it looks like a giant vagina. That had to be pointed out to me later. “FLATTERY WILL GET YOU... everywhere.” Why did I forget that line too? “I’m a starship ranger” “Quiet you, you’re drunk” “No I’m drunk!” I remembered that line probably like... 2 minutes earlier when I noticed Joe huddling in the background and realized that line was coming up. The way Joey lets go of the puppet so both he and the puppet walk away with their arms limp... so cute.

Before even pressing play on part 3, I can hear February saying “Let the record show I am super ahead of schedule.” and I’m dying. I forgot about Brian as the escape pod. Denise Donovan! That Star Trek prop. I’m dumb so I can’t remember if it’s a communicator or what. But I know my Uhura Barbie had a mini one that I lost within a month probably. “OxyGen” “Schience” I can’t. “Mission Log... I think I just heard a spooky noise.” How am I forgetting all of these amazing lines? “Pika-pi!” AHHH I JUST SCREAMED. “My stars, I seemed to have landed in a field of these aMiNals!” I can’t. “Can I tell you guys something?” *port de bras and falls gently to the ground* “Hello!” “TOTORO!” I’m dead. The balloon mechanism on the mosquitos! I forgot about that! “HOLY SHIT IT’S A BUUUUGGGGG” Ok something I noticed but didn’t mention earlier. The bug puppet that Joe uses when he says “I had my heart set on nourishment” is the same one red and pink one that Julia used when talking about wanting to be nourishment. When Julia actually gets eaten, she’s using a different bug puppet, the green and pink one, but the same character voice. So, I can’t tell if they intentionally had her play 2 bugs so Joe could be one of them later, or if it was a mistake. I might also just be overthinking things. “ME THINKS IT WENT THAT-A-WAY” I cannot handle Jim Povolo. That scream Joe does as he slimes her. Woah I originally wrote “There seems to be no signs of intelligent lifeforms anywhere” earlier and then deleted it since I don’t know why I found it remarkable. And then looking at the comments of this part I see someone mentioned a Toy Story reference. So that’s why that line stuck out to me. Aww StarKid. There are so many Disney references in this show.

THERE SHE IS. THERE’S MY GIRL TAZ. The pew pew effects how could I forget that! “Hey Taz. You’re pretty tough for a chick.” “I was just going to say the same thing about you.” “Woahhhhhhhh” JoMo oh my god. “My spectrometer readings are off the wazooooooo” That line kills me. Why am I JUST NOW noticing, 10 years later, that Tootsie enters this scene with his gun facing the wrong way. Oh my god. “I saw the empirical proof that science killed god. It’s comforting to know he was once alive though. I like to think that when he died, he went to heaven.” Oh Tootsie Noodles. “...What the hell kind of name is that?” “He’s got bear hands??” Why do I forget all of these lines??!? That record scratch and freeze frame to go “BOOOOOO” oh my god I forgot that. “Like the other day, he was in the cafeteria, just cah-rying in front of everybody.” BOOOOOOO. Here we go, Taz’s amazing Up monologue. “And when Up, cuts an onion, the ONION is the one who cry.” HELP. Also 99% sure I used that joke for AJ appreciation at least one year. “Now take a walk off my knife” What a line. So awesome. I remember having a profile pic on FB that was the text of that monologue and the image of Lauren screaming “WALK IT OFF” I’m still convinced that first “WOO” from the audience that we hear when Up enters is Darren. “I do not peepee sitting down” “Huh??” JoMo’s face as if he’s trying his hardest not to laugh and I can’t tell if that’s him breaking character or if Krayonder is actually trying not to laugh. “I peepee like big boy, deadgoddamnit. So stop making fun of me because it hurts my feelings” I’m dying. Also, deadgoddamnit is amazing. “if you don’t go out there and die for something, then I will kill you for nothing.” I remembered the mirror scene, just seconds before it started and already started laughing. “You’re not a failure, overall.” “Allow me to introduce you to the final member of your team. MegaGirl!” I forgot how DRAMATIC that was. I also forgot that’s how MegaGirl comes into the story.

I need to stop pausing every 5 seconds oh my god I’ll never finish this tonight if I don’t.

“All hail AstroBoy” That was the funniest line. “MegaGirl, can you kill humans?” “No. But I’d like to.” I can’t handle it. “A horse ate my cousin! Me and horses got a feud.” #1 MegaGirl doing the “I’m watching you” hand sign. I can’t. “Hey. Miráme. *Slaps* NOW ESCHUCHAME” amazing. “Or that time. You taught me calculus... CALCULUS WAS TOUGH.” I never went past pre-calc. Nope. Ah. Get Back Up. One of my fave songs. “And now we dance.” Dylan’s “OW” as they lean back. “Ok Idiotas. Say something nice. Or I will kill you.” It’s all so iconic.

“So you still think being an egg planter is lame?” “...Yes.” The larva oh my god. I forgot we see one before the end. That’s Jaime playing the larva I think. Life is definitely one of my all-time favorite StarKid songs to this day. I wish it was longer. I love it so much. And I love that its instrumental is scattered as a motif throughout the show. “It’s a short, small thing we lead. With so much potential, pointless or essential, which one can I be?” Wow. Near Pippin levels of giving me an existential crisis. Also wow Joey improved his singing so much between AVPS and Starship. “My name’s Bug” “*Gasp!* Like a bug??” “Uh... no.” “Good. I’m February, like the month, but a person.” I should start saying that honestly. “I’m Hope, like the concept, but a person.” “You boldly go where every man -hey- woman -bark woof- or data dog has ever gone before! Sorry K9DX” Adorable. Joey’s subtle little double nod he makes the Bug puppet do when he’s shocked she thinks he’s a Starship Ranger. Amazing. Ah he said goddamn not deadgoddamn! February should have known right then he wasn’t human! “Take my claw” that too. "The only thing that needs to rest are your jokes, because they are so tired.” “Woahhhhhh” No but like... why don’t I use that line in everyday life... “Now I am slightly less weak.” “Ok. I’m going to shoot this metal bitch!” I’m dying. How did I forget the Taz/MegaGirl rivalry?? “That thing is a R-O-B-O-T man” “Can’t fool me with numbers, Krayonder.” I’m dead. “The stack of hay was my cousin!” #2 The way Meredith says “barometric pressure” is great. And Tootsie saying “Well you must take real good care of it, because I never would have guessed.” He’s such a sweetheart. “Nobody shoot dammit, nobody shoot.” “KILL KILL KILL” I never really liked Hideous Creatures but it’s so cute to see MegaGirl do the choreo robotically. I love that the Gap hasn’t changed. “Cool it skank, you do not know me.” Another line that I forgot until a split second before it was said. I’m so glad whoever edited this added some pews going in the wrong way for Tootsie’s gun. I know I definitely noticed Tootsie’s gun was backwards during this part, but I don’t know if I noticed it was backwards in that very first scene too. I forgot about MegaGirl tossing out Specs. That “MEGAGIRL!!!” scream from Joe though.

“Never in my 6 long days of life.” Underappreciated joke. Also, I think this is the 4th unique upright bug puppet. We got red/pink, green/blue, green/pink, and now red/blue. Also, Nick Lang is a great puppeteer. “Yes, I helped her escape. But I swear, never in a million years, did I think I’d be caught and yelled at for it!” Oh I forgot Bugette is the witness. Jaime’s angry face behind Joey is killing me. “He didn’t know the humans were evil.” “Oh, they’re not.” “Shut up!” Humoons and hoomans. “And no more singing or dancing” *gasps of horror* “The Overqueen has overspoken.” “Well, that’s not gonna help your chances with Bugette” Oh Roach. “PERHAPS.” Jim destroys me.

God the 4-person Pincer puppet. Amazing. Dylan’s arms being strong enough to be above his head for 10 minutes straight. Amazing. Also, Nick Lang is so emotive as a claw. It took me a sec but yeah JoMo is the tail. “There were? Where are they?” Joey’s face. “Tell me all about her” The claws under the chin I can’t. Hey StarKid, I see you throwing in an ad mid-video before Kick It Up a Notch. You’re lucky I love and support you guys. “Put ‘em together and what have you got?” bibbity boppity boo. More Disney references! This scene is full of them. Man, remember when we were all blown away by Dylan’s voice in this song the first time? Like we could tell he could sing in AVPM/S, but his songs were just so jokey and only his long “Welcooooooooooome” showed us his talent. But then Kick It Up a Notch happened. And we FINALLY appreciated Dylan’s beautiful voice. “I pushed it to the limit.” and “To coin a phrase, be a man.” more Disney. I might be overthinking this and will have to rewatch Life to confirm, but I think the camera zooming out as Pincer reprises Life is just like the camerawork when Bug sang it originally. If so, then wow even when filming their shows StarKid really thinks it all through. (Update: It totally is referencing the original zooms for Life and that’s amazing. Except it’s zooming out instead of in. I LOVE the attention to detail even in filming the show. I’m gonna guess that’s Liam’s doing.) All I can see when I hear Bug’s chorus of this song is Jaime and her SPACE tour dancing, which they incorporated in Apocalyptour as actual choreography. Because they’re goofballs. The kick line. Love it. God. Even though it’s not my favorite song from Starship (just because I love Life and Beauty more), Kick It Up A Notch is one of the best StarKid has ever done. I really has everything. Dylan’s gorgeous voice. Not one but two reprises of earlier songs to throw Bug’s own words back at him. Jim’s bass line. Awesome puppets. Disney references. It’s so amazing. I love how all the comments are either about Dylan’s voice or Dylan’s ability to hold his arms up for a 10+ minute scene or both.

"Gameover man, gameover!” “I feel like cutting open your belly, and filling it with jelly” *Gasps* Oh my god, I put on the captions for a second, and the caption said *Sad spayed puppy noises* “I am in charge of this mission now.” How did I forget about the mustache until 2 seconds before it happened? “She’s got the mustache now. *Kisses head* I love you” Oh my god Tootsie. I FORGOT ABOUT THE SECOND STACHE. There’s an ad right when we see Bug’s human form and I can’t even care because look at him! Ahhh. And the blue headband! Ahhhhh. Joey you’re so adorableeeee. “Bug? Well that’s a fine name.” His concerned face then the relief. Adorable. “Thank you sir. I am a tough bitch.” “Getting nothing but bug muff?!?” I love the slight delay the audience has before laughing as they realize what was just said. “Bug. You hard, ese. You flame.” I die. “Up there. In Space!” *dramatic pointing* No I totally didn’t just do the dramatic pointing with them... no that’s not in my muscle memory from 10 years ago... why would you think that. I’ll rave about Status Quo after it’s done. “But, what if I miss you?” Awwwwwwwww. And that “Just look up.” screenshot was used for “This.” memes in the fandom for years.

Oh Joey. Status Quo is such a good song too. And he really did improve as a singer to sing it. Earlier this week I remembered that this week is also the 10th anniversary of that time Darren was hopping from city to city every single day to promote the Warblers album. And at one point in that week he did a livestream that I remember rushing home to watch. In that livestream, I am 99% sure he sang Status Quo as a little sneak preview for Starship being released later that week. (Just checked, yep he sang it in a livestream on April 20 2011) God I love this song. Then the version the boys all sang for SPACE Tour was beyond beautiful too. Ahhh I love this musical.

Ok. It’s almost midnight. I started this 3 hours ago. I’m probably not finishing the show until 2am at the rate that I’m pausing and stopping to comment. But OH WELL.

“Dr. Spaceclaw” wow. “Leaving them behind was of little consequence, but a pleasure.” Oh Megagirl. “You did a very good job today too, son.” “*Gasp* Thanks dad.” That Star Wars fake-out though. Speaking of Star Wars, I really need to rewatch Ani now that I’m actively a Star Wars fan unlike last time when I still wasn’t invested in the movies I just watched them. How did I forget about Jaime playing Junior’s new mom?? ...Does Junior get an alien incubating in his chest... is that foreshadowing... I can’t remember. (This was like... half a foreshadow) This scene is funnier now that Breredith is married. The way Junior says “Phew” I’m dead. I remembered how they restrain MegaGirl once again 2 seconds before it happened oh my god. “We deserve bubbles on our skin.” An iconic line. “Well thank the long dead god you made it, Bug!” The crunching of the handshake, I can’t. Oh someone in the comments pointed out that Bug and February are doing the Tarzan hand thing while Up’s asking Taz to see a movie. Adorable.

Get yourself a man like Tootsie who won’t stand for you talking down about yourself. “Maybe this was all part of God’s plan. He made before he died.” I love the dead god jokes. I remember years ago some kid on facebook was like “The dead god jokes are offensive” and I was like “It’s a sci-fi musical about a bug in a human body but sure worry about god being dead.” but probably in an even more immature answer. I’m just mesmerized by Tootsie and MegaGirl’s verses. God. The first Dylan and Meredith duet. Amazing. And MegaGirl’s confused face is great. “Don’t press that button, or we’ll all be sucked into space.” So... Can anyone tell me what foreshadowing is? Oh shoot... ok wait no I’ll comment on that when we get there. God that is such a cute love song. I wrote barely anything just because I love that song so much. Would love to know where Tootsie’s taking her though.

Oh my god this scene! I forgot about this. How could I forget this. “Well the world always looks a little bit brighter, from on top of a lap.” I had remembered Bug sitting on Up’s lap, but not Specs. This is the part I forgot. Adorable. Ahhhh so cute. The Specs/Krayonder relationship was apparently cut from the filmed version, but was present if you saw it live. These moments are adorable. And I love how this is the second person JoMo’s had to carry in this show since he also carried Denise earlier. “Why if it isn’t Bug, my oldest friend.” and “Don’t say that, my dear.” are adorable. Oh wait. Up sat on Bug’s lap. Not the other way around. Ok. I didn’t remember this scene as well as I thought I did. I’m dying. I didn’t want to write anything during this, but oh my god “That son of a bitch Optimus Prime” I forgot that. I love the audience’s reaction to “The entire right side of my body, it’s a robot” because they all gasp, and then laugh at themselves for gasping. I knew there was something he couldn’t do without crying. I didn’t remember it being “Sir I Wanna Buy These Shoes” Christmas Song. It’s ok Up, I haven’t listened to that song in full in years. I can’t handle it. But Christmas songs in general make me cry too. Oh Up said goddamn instead of deadgoddamn too. Hmm... Aww the mother spider story. “I think the old you was just killing out of hate.” “Oh I was.” I’m dying. Awwww the nose kiss. I definitely remembered that. “Deadgodspeed soldier!” The way Joey misses catching the keys and also Darren’s “Woo!” in the audience again. So great. That 12 minute scene is just adorable and the Up story is so dramatic and hilarious.

Hmm finishing before 2am might be ambitious... “Hahaha. Then I’ll shoot him!” “Taking care of my business down on the planet is that cool with you?” Brian’s delivery of that line has always intrigued me. “How much I care about my MegaGirl unit’s survival is also a percent equivalent to zero” Rude. “You are nothing like my boyfriend, Tootsie Noodles.” “Yes, well - wait WHAAA” This scene is so different now that they’re married. “Ha. Ha. It was cute.” “You’re... a toaster.” *Slaps* Ok 1) I used to use that insult all the time and only half ironically. I was a strange teenager. 2) She just hurt a human... isn’t that against programming, or can she just not kill humans? Evil angry Brolden is something we need more of. I love Brian as a villain. More please. “You stupid goddamn robot” So I guess they say goddamn and deadgoddamnit. I’m overthinking the evolution of language in this universe. Also Brian’s screams while being choked are amazing. I’ve never forgotten those, if anything they’re better now.

AHHHH I REFRESHED AND DELETED ALL OF MY STUFF FOR BEAUTY. Kill me. I’m so mad. Let me try to recreate it but I hate myself. I was saving this draft after every part but OF COURSE I don’t save after my favorite song and then refresh.

Oh poor Meredith. Her white wig doesn’t let her blend in as much when she’s in the hoodies playing a bug. “Oh hey Bugette, we’re just trying to get Bug laid!” That bug had to know about Bugette’s crush though? That’s just cruel. “The ending is killer” ruuuuuuddddddddddeee. I know I had at least one more point, but that’s lost to the ether. Beauty is probably my fave, if not tied with Life. When I was listening to it earlier, I was overcome with emotion because it’s just such a joyful song. These days I cry over happy stuff almost as much as I cry over the sad. And these lines just hit so hard... I love it. I love this song so much and this scene so much. “Bug. She excreted her filth for you. WE DID IT!!!!!!!!” Brant Cox is so good. It really is a shame he’s not in anything else besides AVPSY and the 10th Anniversary with everyone else. “I do accept you for who you really are. A genius.” Well February, you’ll be glad to know that you thought of that, so you’re the genius. Wow. Junior’s 25, Brian was 25, and now I’m 25. This really was perfect timing for the 10th anniversary. Also I do not feel 25. “Suck off!” amazing.

I’M SAVING THIS TIME.

Ok next part. Luckily I was only 1 minute into the next part when I refreshed. Still so mad at myself... “Someone really firetrucked up big time” (Dead)God I love that line. I also used firetruck unironically. Once again, I was a strange teenager and I didn’t like cursing and I still don’t. “This is so weird, I’m so used to the scrambly version.” (It was while writing this line the first time that I refreshed and lost Beauty....) Ok as I watch AJ, it’s hitting me that he almost definitely came to the set during rehearsals and filmed his part since it’s not a green screen like the rest of them. “The hunters have become the hunted, and it’s wabbit season.” “That was a good video, until the end when it got sad.” Thanks Bug. “I think, I just had a think” See February’s smart. “I’m in a weird situation” Love that line. “Bug is a BUG!? I DON’T BELIEVE IT” Oh Junior. Dylan’s insulted face at “I am not... a dumbass.” So I can’t tell if Brian forgets he’s trapped when he moves his arms into a more relaxed position to lean on the column and then puts them back, or if it’s purposefully staged that way. Brian’s acting while he pretends to be shy and embarrassed about his evil plan is amazing and adorable. Brian has a good evil laugh, why don’t we get him as a villain more often? Also I was gonna make some sort of joke about Nick as Pincer’s left claw vs. Robert as Snarl’s left paw, but I’ll leave it be.

I FORGOT ABOUT THAT WEIGHT TAZ WAS LIFTING JUST FLOATING UP TO THE SKY WHEN SHE LETS GO. I just laughed out loud. “Damn that G.L.E.E. They’re always making twisted abominations of everything!!” I cannot handle it. And the wink. Poor Darren but also not poor Darren at all. I was just now WRACKING my mind for who could possibly be playing Pincer’s tail if JoMo was being devoured by mosquitos. It’s Brant. Literally the entire cast is currently onstage. Ok Krayonder’s been getting his blood drained for 3 minutes, why is he alive? OH I FORGOT KRAYONDER GETS UP AND SHOOTS THE BUGS. Ok and he gets chopped by Pincer’s claws too so HOW does he survive? StarKid answer!!! I forgot how dramatic this musical gets when you got both the bugs and MegaGirl coming after the humans. Aww the Vulcan salute from Specs. “I changed my name. To Tootsie... MegaGirl.” I love the reactions of the people in the audience who immediately realize what that means. I hear at least one “oh my god” that sounds like sobbing. Awwwww Tootsie’s “that’s real” speech and “I’d love you if you was the horse that ate my cousin.” (#3) just... get yourself a man like Tootsie MegaGirl. He is perfection. God the downloading love scene is so cute. I can’t handle it.

The Up saving Taz scene is so dramatic. Then Brian and Jim just calmly walk offstage. It kills me. Also why did Jaime just continue to lie there? “I just needed to learn how to kill with my heart.” Not exactly what Bug meant, but it works. God Taz climbing onto Up’s back is still the most hilarious thing ever. Whoever thought of her climbing that way was a genius. So funny. I always wanted to try it. Holding the gun up to her head like a blowdryer always gave me anxiety. Making the door out of a scrim that can be backlit was genius. Oof and bringing back “The needs of the many bugs outweigh the needs of the few bugs. Or the one bug.” just hurts. Poor Bug. My heart. This is probably the line that sticks with me to this day and I do think about sometimes.

Ok it’s now 2am and I still have 2 more parts.

I sorta love that Joey didn’t have the time to change into his blacks so he’s still in the Starship Ranger suit while playing the Bug puppet. “Save the Overqueen. I love her.” Awww. “Roach, I’m gonna get the job done if it’s the second last thing I do.” Love it. That Kick It Up A Notch Reprise though. Brian, you should play villains more often. Also remember all of us being like “LUPIN CAN SING?!?!?!??!!” “Lucky for me, God is dead. When you see him in hell, tell him Junior sent you.” Deadgod I love that line. This whole deadgod thing was just leading up to that amazing line. Oh no Bugette! Bug saying “maestro” oh my god. “DFSDSJFDSJKFDS... I’m dead.” I forgot that part! Oh my god the way Brian flicks the glasses back down on his face. Ok so I saw Lauren wiggle her way behind the mucus sac, but I didn’t see Nick come onstage. I rewinded, and I guess the zoom in shots on Brian and Joey were timed so we can’t see Nick join Lauren to be the first larva to come out. Oh well. And I love the crowd cheering as Junior dies. “And bingo was his name-o” That callback though. I forgot that the Overqueen eats Bugette’s body while crying. “Or Bugette! Oh...” Also god Roach is adorable.

Last part. 2:21am. Here we go. Krayonder got his blood sucked out by giant mosquitos and was cut up by a giant scorpion, but all he needs is a bandage around his head. Awwww the soft “I Wanna Be” playing the background as Bug begs the team to accept his bug form. Bug being so mad “It’s that bastard Pincer isn’t it?” and then being so happy that Joey does the little nose scrunch thing. So cute. JOEY’S FACE WHEN DENISE KISSES THE BUG PUPPET. Cannot believe I forgot that until 2 seconds before it happened too. “I now pronounce you man vs. machine. Fight!” WOAH. Why in the WORLD did “eep op ork ahah” come back to me. I was able to say it WITH Joey. That was straight from the DEPTHS of my teenage brain oh my god. I forgot about that oh my GOD. THAT’S INSANE. I FORGOT SO MUCH STUFF BUT I REMEMBERED HOW TO SAY “I LOVE YOU” IN BUG.

And the Beauty reprise.

God I love this musical. It’s still my fave StarKid show I think. And I’m horrified to see that it has only 500K views for the last part, so only 500K people have watched it all the way through after 10 years. That’s disgraceful. It’s amazing. Watch Starship.

It is 2:32am. I started at 8:50pm. Got sidetracked when I had to rewatch the Beauty part of Act 2 again to make sure I got my notes back in the post. Took a few bathroom breaks. But this is mostly because I paused every like 10 seconds to make a comment, so it took 5 and a half hours to watch a 3 hour musical. This why I take forever to watch things while liveblogging. I take too long to writing notes.

I’ll probably just post this in the morning. Gotta proofread for mistakes before posting.

Ok it’s the next afternoon. This post is literally 5,000+ words and takes 20 minutes to read according to a online word counter. I’m sorry to whoever read this entire thing. Your reward is the pictures of the Starship plushies I crocheted when I was 15 and 16.

(Ignore the bad lighting and my horribly chipped paint. That’s the only picture I have of the Bugette one since I gave it to Lauren Lopez a day later. I started making another for myself shortly after but never finished. Maybe I should finally finish the second one... hmm...)

#hope rewatches starkid #guys i'm not kidding it's 5000+ words i wrote a lot i commented on basically every single second of this 3 hour musical

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A Little Trip

Summary: Sam doesn’t sleep well.

Pairing: Sam x Reader, Dean

Word Count: 2236 Word

Warning: Swearing,

Beta by @deanwanddamons, @thinkwritexpress-official

This is for @girl-with-a-fandom-fettish 375 follower challenge!

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The Winchester men were all tall, extremely huge. Ever since you started dating Sam, the first time he brought you to the bunker, you couldn’t help but think of how small his bed was. You knew that in the few years the boys had discovered the bunker, the brothers never once thought about changing their beds. You figured that if they were happy with it, it wasn’t your place to say anything.

You started sleeping over more, and more became almost every day until you moved in with the brothers. You noticed that Sam was getting up earlier than normal, that he was more tired than usual and a bit short tempered.

Sam was usually the sweetest and nicest human being you knew. He had a temper for sure, but he was always nice and sweet to everyone.

It was a surprise to everyone when he snapped at Dean the first time. It was about something really small, something about him not washing his dishes and being inconsiderate to the other people around him.

Then he snapped at one of the few hunters that still lived in the bunker about not caring about other people’s lives simply because he was asking a question.

His irritation with people got worse in a matter of a few days and that's when you confronted him about it.

“What is wrong with you? You’ve been acting so mean the last few days!”

He shrugged and didn't answer the question.

“Come on Sam, you know you can tell me anything!!”

After a few minutes of silence, Sam sighed and decided to tell you the truth.

“I can’t sleep or if I do sleep, I don’t sleep well; I wake up with a backache. There’s barely any place in the bed for the two of us, and frankly, I don’t know how you sleep so well at night because this mattress is shit. I’m almost 6’5 and while you’re tiny, I take up a lot of room in a bed.”

You looked at him for a moment, wondering what your answer should be.

“Okay. We can fix the problem, it’s not a big deal.”

He looked suspicious of your answer but wasn’t saying a word.

“We can?”

“Yeah, we’ll go to Ikea and shop for a new bed frame. We can also go shopping for a new mattress, or we can try those mattress in a box. Sam, you don’t sleep well because there isn't enough space in the bed and it’s not comfortable. We can fix the situation, it’s not a big deal. I also imagine Dean having the same problem. So we’ll go talk to your brother about having a new bed and a new mattress and then we’ll go shopping. Just… unless we have it delivered, we need a car with lots of room in it.”

It took a couple of minutes tracking Dean down, but once he was up to date with the plans, he was ready to go. He was a bit sad because they couldn’t take Baby, but he got over it with the promise of stopping for pie on the way back.

A few hours later, you were trying to find a parking spot before getting inside the store. Dean and Sam seemed a bit intimidated by the size of the store before the three of you got inside.

While you knew it was the first time the brothers had been to Ikea, their reaction was still the funniest you ever saw. Other customers were staring at them because their jaws were on the floor. The store was big and multiple stories tall; there were too many people around and Dean clearly was searching for all the exits.

“Come on guys, let’s go see what they have in the bed section, and maybe some new things for the bedroom and kitchen.”

Hand in hand with Sam, you went up the stairs with Dean following you closely. The first thing Dean noticed once upstairs was the restaurant and before you could say anything, Dean was walking over there. You rolled your eyes at his antics but kept going, knowing that, if anything, he had his phone with him.

You made your way around the different rooms, as Sam wasn’t quite sure what he wanted and wasn’t sure what would look best in his room.

It took a while before making your way into the bed section for Sam to really start telling you what he liked and disliked.

He pointed towards one and you both made your way towards it. The frame was a basic black and something cushion-like for the headboard.

You asked one of the employees about getting it.You took the paper handed to you and made your way in, looking for something for Dean. He wasn’t with you and didn’t seem to come back anytime soon, so it was up to you to get something he might like.

Just as you were about to choose one, you saw Dean coming your way. It looked like he was sweating just from head to toe. Sam asked his brother about that:

“Where were you dude?”

“I got lost after finishing the meatballs and the pie. It took me 30 minutes just getting here. Still haven’t found one goddamn toilet on my way. So, found anything interesting?”

“We chose the one for Sam’s room and were just about to choose yours. I’ll let you choose what you want.”

He shrugged and seemed to suddenly sweat even more.

“Choose what you want, I’m not difficult just… do you know where the goddamn toilets are by any chance?”

While Sam was trying to help his brother find someone to help him in finding the toilet, you turned your back to them to take a picture of the emplacement of the bed. When you turned around you saw Dean sitting down on the floor while Sam was panicking.

“Dean? Why are you sitting on the floor? Sam, why aren’t you helping your brother?”

Sam gave you a panicked look that clearly said he didn’t know what to do. It took another 20 minutes for Dean to start feeling better.

You found the toilet not long after leaving the bedroom department, having totally forgotten about the mattress.

After waiting for Dean for another 30 minutes, you finally decided to make your way downstairs to shop for some stuff for the kitchen.

At least that was the plan. You didn’t think you would get lost in the store while trying to find the fucking stairs. It turned out that when Dean got out of the toilet, you didn’t turn in the right direction… or so you thought. It was hard to tell.

You were trying to read the little map you found earlier while the brothers wouldn’t stop bickering. If they weren’t arguing about which direction to go, it was about whether to get help or not. It was only those two topics, and it was driving you insane.

“Dude, go ask someone for help.”

“You do it, I’m not the one who didn’t take the right turn!”

“I was following you! It’s not my fault you can’t follow directions!”

Either they wanted you to go crazy or they didn’t realise they were always saying the same thing over and over again.

“Go the other way Dean! We just went by that desk.”

“We JUST got back from the other way Sam! It’s not my fault if you don’t pay attention to your surroundings!”

After what felt like eternity but was only an hour and a half, an employee passed by and you asked him to guide you to the stairs so you could get the beds and go home.

Once you were safely in the marketplace area, Dean and Sam stopped acting like teenagers and helped you. Well, helped was a big word… Sam went and got a cart to put all the things that weren’t useful in it. While Sam was pushing the cart, Dean was picking things to put in it. Things you were certain that he wasn’t going to use.

At least he was following the pattern this time, and the three of you were close to get to the self-service area. You picked 3 little bed trays for the computers, among other things.

It took another 20 minutes just to get to the self-service area, Dean getting distracted by the pillows and not understanding that they were vacuum sealed and he couldn't try them. Once there, both brothers took an open cart, following your lead.

You managed to find the alley for the first bed easily and knew for sure that Dean and Sam would follow you.

Lucky for the three of you no one was in the alley when Sam decided to climb on the cart and just have Dean push him. They were acting like children and while funny, you just wanted to go home.

You waited until they decided to help you and get the boxes. The first bed was in the cart and you went in search of the other one. It didn’t take long to find the second bed and that was when you just realised you didn’t have any mattress to go with your new bed. You decided to google “mattress store” and found one nearby, so you went to check out your purchases.

The first thing Dean saw when you arrived at the check out section was the food market on the other side of the check out. He didn’t have to say anything, he just went straight there while you were checking out every single thing they put in the cart, putting them in a giant bag.

After about ten minutes, you managed to pay for everything and went in search of the smaller brother. He was waiting for them near the exit with two giant bags himself. Dean helped you with one of the carts and you made your way to the truck, telling them that you have two more stops before going back home.

Once everything was in the truck, you directed Sam to the mattress store. You didn’t bother trying a lot of them. The first one that Sam and you liked, you decided on, but Dean took his time, deciding on a new memory foam mattress. While on your way to pay for both mattresses, you took the time to buy sheets and bedding for everyone, not willing to go to Wal-Mart. You went with basic black and grey and thought that if anything you could always change it later. You also bought a bunch of pillows, because you like having lots of pillows on the bed!

On the way back home, you stopped to get Dean some pie before making your way to the bunker. Dean was all excited to assemble furniture - for some reason - while Sam was talking about maybe sleeping in the next morning. You, on the other hand, were just wondering how you were going to get everything assembled by the end of the day.

Having spent most of the day on the road, it was almost 4pm and you were sure that the boys would have trouble assembling the bed frame. Once the three of you got back home, you took the bags and headed inside, leaving the boys with the beds and the mattress.

After putting away the groceries and all the gadgets Dean bought, you went to see how Sam was doing assembling the bed. On your way to your room, you stopped to see Dean. He seemed to be fine, so you kept walking until you heard Sam swear. You called out to him:

“Sam? are you okay? Do you need help?”

When he answered, his tone of voice seemed frustrated.

“No, I don’t need help, Y/N.”

It convinced you that he was actually in need of help but didn’t want to admit it, so you stepped into the room and saw that in an hour, Sam had done absolutely nothing.

“You do know that we need a bed if we want to sleep tonight, right?”

Sam sigh and you saw his shoulder drop.

“I don’t understand why it’s so complicated to just assemble a fucking bed.”

“Go help Dean or eat or go rest, I got this thing.”

Sam just nodded and left the bedroom. You put your hair in a bun and went in search of the instruction booklet which you found under box #1. No wonder Sam didn’t know where to start.

It was about 2 hours later that you heard Sam come back into the room. The bedframe was almost finished being assembled and you were a mess, but at least it felt good to be able to do something productive.

“How? How did you manage to do all that in 2 hours?”

“Perhaps you should’ve read the instructions first?”

There was a silence where you thought maybe you had insulted him and that maybe he was mad.

“What instructions?”

You looked at him like he was crazy, then pointed to the little booklet next to the bed. He chuckled, before kissing you, and then the two of you finished that bed.

The next morning, you woke up unusually late. Sam was still sleeping and slightly snoring, so you smiled and decided to go back to sleep. After all, the two of you did deserve to sleep a bit more.

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Prompt: Dean drives Sam to the library routinely & pretends he hates it (but Sam knows he has a library card). Dean's started seeing a new face in the library, always reading books about spiders, but he doesnt how to break the ice. Until one day, he finally sits down and invites Cas over to his place to see his pet tarantula. When they get there, the tarantula is missing. Both are afraid of spiders: Cas was only researching for an assignment & Dean only got a tarantula to impress Cas.

This is literally the funniest prompt I have ever received, I literally laughed for a minute straight when I read it. Thank you so much, this was such a fun one to write, I hope you like it!

Words: 2063 (what can I say, the spider sparked my creativity)

Dean pretends to hate the library. Someone had to put up the front of being the cool intimidating brother, and they both knew that wasn’t going to be Sam, even though he was about a foot taller than Dean now. No, that didn’t make Dean self-conscious.

He takes Sam to the library at least once a week, Sam insists he studies better when he was there, Dean rolling his eyes and relenting, sprawling out in one of the hard wooden chairs and pretending to be bored on his phone until he could sneak off to peruse the stacks himself, where he was sure Sam wouldn’t see him. He reads Tolstoy and Vonnegut and Dostoyevsky and Salinger, even dipping into those Hunger Games books that everyone was so unto a few years before (his review? They’re pretty good, make him feel like he’s a fast reader).

It’s an easy routine, something that Dean will never in a million years admit how much he enjoys. The quiet shelves that all smell like dust, pencil shavings, and old books are peaceful, something that makes him feel like he can breathe a little easier, that life is a simple as sinking down onto the worn, stained carpet, his back being poked by a metal divider between the S’s and the T’s and losing himself in the inky words printed on the page.

One Sunday in the dead of winter, Dean’s in his usual hiding place in the back corner of the library. It’s a little darker here, but when your eyes get used to the lower light, it’s easy to read. He’s lost in the world of Jack Kerouac’s On The Road today, and is so immersed that he doesn’t even notice someone looking at the shelves next to him, right up until they trip over his feet in the aisle and crash onto the floor with a thud loud enough to shake the books stacked towards the ceiling.

“Shit!” Dean cries in a stage whisper, surprised, but not surprised enough to use a regular speaking voice, he isn’t an animal, this is a library after all. He scrambles to help the person up in the semi-darkness and then is face to face with a pair of wide blue eyes.

“Sorry,” the stranger whispers, trying to arrange his clothes, which Dean notices fit the attire of a college professor more than a student, and this guy looked like a student.

“S’no problem, my fault, I probably shouldn’t sit in the middle of the aisle.”

The guy nods, smiling a little shyly, and then hurries off before Dean can even catch his name. Damn. He was good looking too.

Dean sheepishly moves out of the aisle and to a small table which, though more in the light, is also open enough that Sam could see him if he walks by, and Dean still wasn’t sure he wants to deal with the smug look that would take up residence on his brother’s face if he saw him reading. But man, this book was just a little too good to put down.

Surprise surprise, he does get caught. Sam taps him on the shoulder with a wide grin, his bag hooked over his shoulder, clearly ready to go.

“So much for hating the library huh?”

“Ok, whatever, I just come here for the pictures.”

“Kerouac isn’t exactly kid’s stuff.”

Dean rolls his eyes and gets to his feet, looking anywhere but at Sam. He tucks the book under his arm. He had to check it out and finish it tonight, it’s just that good.

They walk by the guy that had tripped over Dean earlier. He’s hunched over his table, his hands flying across a notepad he has next to him, several books about spiders spread out around him. Dean makes a mental note of it. He was going to talk to that guy if he saw him again, he’s always up for a good challenge, and spider-boy looked like the perfect one.

He does see spider-boy again the next week, when Sam simply has to study for a midterm he has coming up. He’s wearing thick glasses with dark frames this time, his nose an inch from the diagram of a garden spider he’s copying. Dean tries to work up the courage to go talk to him, but there’s something so taboo about interrupting someone when they’re so clearly in a groove, so Dean watches him from the non-fiction section, observing the way his hair brushes the edge of the book he’s staring at, and the way he cracks his knuckles every so often when his hand starts cramping.

Dean decides he’s being a freak. He goes back to his little table and picks up Tortilla Flat by Steinbeck.

It goes on like this for nearly two months. Dean sees spider-boy every week, who’s name, he learns, is Cas, always at the same table, always working on something to do with spiders. And every week, Dean swears he’s going to go talk to him, but he has no idea how. He’s never been this nervous to talk to someone, but there’s a little nagging voice in the back of his head, what if this guy thought he was an idiot? What if they had nothing to talk about?

So, he does what he does best: he hatches a master plan at his little table in the back of the library.

He’s a genius.

“You’re an idiot,” Sam sighs, staring out the window of the Impala at the looming brick building of the library grew closer. Dean had put his plan into action the day before, and was eager to get to the library and ask Cas to come home with him, see his prize. He had insisted that Sam get a ride home with his girlfriend, and Sam had been only too happy to oblige.

“This’ll make a great story for Eileen I guess.”

“This is going to work.”

Sam laughs again.

“Like I said, you’re an idiot.”

Dean doesn’t waste time. The second he steps inside, and smells the familiar old-book smell, he heads straight for Cas’ table. Cas is wearing his glasses today, and is reading a book called The History of the Arachnid, he’s leaning back on his chair so two legs were off the ground. A rebel. Dean’s kinda guy.

Dean plops down across from him, and Cas lowers his book in surprise.

“Hi, you probably don’t remember me-”

“I see you every week.”

This catches Dean off guard. Cas arches an eyebrow, and then laughs a little.

“I’m Cas.”

Dean knows this, the librarian, Mrs. Covere, is a total gossip who loves Dean, and he had wheedled it out of her three weeks prior to hatching his plan.

“Hi Cas, I’m Dean.”

“Nice to meet you, Dean,” Cas smiles at him, clearly intrigued, and Dean isn’t going to disappoint.

“Listen,” Dean starts, leaning across the table with his hands clasped in front of him, “I see you reading a lot about spiders. And, though there are other books out there, I was wondering if you wanted to stope reading about them and come meet a real one.”

Cas pales by a few degrees, and Dean rushes to explain so he doesn’t come across like a total freak.

“It’s just. Uh, well, I just got this guy, and he seems pretty cool, and you, uh, seem into spiders and I was just wondering if you, like you totally don’t have to, I don’t want to make it seem like, anyway, uh, the offer’s there? I guess…”

He trails off, kicking himself for rambling so much. That was not part of the master plan. But Cas, though still pale, smiles at him again.

“Sure, as long as you promise not to murder me.”

Dean grins back.

“Scout’s honor,” he raises his hand in salute, “You can ask Mrs. Covere, she’ll vouch for me.”

The ride over to Sam and Dean’s shared apartment with Cas is quiet. He doesn’t seem to feel every silence with words, and Dean’s the same, he likes that. He wasn’t sure he could talk much anyway, he would probably say something that would ruin the surprise.

Dean jumps out of the car and hustles to his door the second he parks, and Cas follows, still with those wide, interested eyes, his reading glasses tucked carefully into the breast pocket of his dress shirt. Dean had never seen anyone dress so formally all the time, he would have to ask him about it, after his amazing ice-breaker.

Dean heads straight for the enclosure the man at the pet store had suggested to him, looks in the tank…and his stomach falls into his shoes.

There is supposed to be a tarantula that Dean had purchased in that tank. There is not a tarantula in that tank.

“Ha ha,” Cas is standing next to him, also looking into the clearly empty tank, “Good one. Where did you hide it?”

Dean’s throat is very dry. His eyes flick from floor, to wall, to ceiling. Can they even get on the ceiling?

“Um. This isn’t a joke. He, uh, got out I guess.”

Cas eyes widen with palpable fear, he takes an automatic step toward the door.

“Oh hell no, nope no, I gotta go.”

“Wait! You’re the only one here with any idea at all what to do!”

Cas gapes at him, Dean feels like he’s hyperventilating, suddenly feeling like there was maybe something on his back.

“What do you mean? I don’t know anything about-”

“You’ve read nothing but spider books for the last two months!”

“It was for my term paper! I hate spiders!”

“Well I do too!”

“Then why do you have one in your house?!”

“Because it was my master plan! I thought it would impress you!”

Cas splutters, half laughing.

“Wait,” Dean continues, “Why did you come with me if you hate spiders?”

“Because I wanted to impress you,” Cas cries, still looking all around the room for their missing spider friend. Dean follow his eyes, searching for the traitor. He was supposed to get him laid, not be a cock block.

You’re gonna have such a cool home after this too, he thinks bitterly, you do this to me, and I’m going to give you to Charlie. She loves all kinds of weird pets, you’ll be living the dream, I don’t deserve this man.

Yes, he’s talking to a tarantula in his head, these are desperate times.

He looks up at Cas, half desperate, half terrified that Cas was going to walk out the door and start going to the library across town.

“Listen, please help me find him, and I swear I’ll take you on a normal date after.”

Cas just nods.

It takes them the better part of an hour to track down the spider, who is hiding in the corner of the living room by Dean’s guitar, and then ten minutes of rock, paper, scissors to decide who picks him up. Dean loses, damn paper, and doesn’t immediately yell when it crawls on his hand because this is a delicate operation and, even though he hates spiders, he actually didn’t want to freak the little dude out.

Dean calls Charlie immediately after he’s back in his enclosure, and tells her she needs to come grab her new pet ASAP. He and Cas sit on the couch, staring at the lighted enclosure, trying to make sure the tarantula stayed in place this time.

Charlie shows up ten minutes later, bouncing on the balls of her feet, and happily scoops the spider into a “travel carrier” as she calls it. Dean carries all the spider supplies out to her car, and as she straps him carefully into the passenger seat she calls,

“Say bye to Aragog!”

Dean and Cas wave as she drives away, Charlie eyeing Dean from her rearview mirror. He knows he’s going to have to give a full report later.

“I have to say,” Cas says quietly after a minute, “That was the most fun I’ve ever had on a first date.”

Dean’s heart skips a beat.

“Just how I drew it up. You hungry? Let’s go get something to eat.”

Cas slides his hand into Dean’s as they walk towards his car, and Dean can’t help but think he owes Aragog a drink or two.

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February 12, 2021: If Beale Street Could Talk (Part 2)

OK, so far, it’s been a little...rough, but let’s keep going!

Recap (Part 2/2)

Good news! We found Victoria! Bad news! She’s in Puerto Rico! Shit! Looks like somebody’s gonna have to go get her. But who?

So, yeah, that’s gonna be an issue we have to resolve. But meantime, it would appear that Tish has picked up a job at a local department store, at the perfume counter. We get a very interesting demographic breakdown of her customer base, and then flashback to her and Fonny apartment-hunting with a realtor, Levy (Dave Franco).

Right after this, we see a confrontation with a guy at a local store hitting on Tish. He’s fended off by Fonny, only to cause an encounter with the extremely racist Officer Bell (Ed Skrein). He’s nearly arrested, until the shop owner defends them. Bell notes that Fonny will see him again soon.

As this is happening, Sharon arrives in Puerto Rico at last, in order to find the elusive Victoria Rogers. While getting herself ready, she originally puts on a wig and lipstick, but stares into the mirror in doubt and fear. Yet still, she gussies herself up and heads out to the streets of San Juan. At a restaurant, she meets Pietro Alvarez (Pedro Pascal!).

She asks to see Victoria, believing that he knows her whereabouts. He does, but refuses to bring her to meet, as she’s been through enough. But Sharon...Sharon’s a goddamn fighter. She insists that while she realizes that Victoria was raped, Fonny was not the man that did it. Her conviction convinces Pietro to arrange the meet-up.

The next day, Sharon finally meets Victoria (Emily Rios), who insists that she had seen him there. Through the conversation, this does not change, and after Sharon lightly touches her, she completely breaks down, screaming for her to get off. It’s over. The conversation, and seemingly any chance of Fonny being freed. Fuck.

We see Fonny in his natural habitat, as a sculptor. This is his dream, and he wakes up to meet Tish, who is there to deliver the bad news. Victoria’s disappeared once again, and the trial is postponed as a result. At this Fonny, speaks on his identity as an artisan.

He promises to Tish that he will come home soon, and that he’ll make a table and furniture for his family, and will come home to her. He does this while staring directly at us, the audience, forcing us to see the sadness and hope in his bloodshot eyes as he delivers the speech to her, and to us. And then...he leaves. The frame doesn’t change its focus.

Tish goes home to their loft. And as she contemplates their past together, we jump forward to their future: the home water birth of their son, Alfonso “Fonny” Jr. (the only person to legitimately make me tear up this month). I mean that. The birth of this baby was beautiful.

And this is tempered by the knowledge that Fonny and Tish still are not married. We see the young Fonny Jr., and that is followed by...the hardest thing I’ve seen in a while in a film. A face-to-face look at injustice imposed upon Black Americans in the history of this country. People like all of us, of course...but also people like me. And to be honest...it hurts. It really, really hurts. And to be fair, it’s supposed to.

And so, I feel like something needs to be said once again, right now. I realize that this isn’t my funniest, most entertaining moment, but...this is a very real movie, pseudo-documenting real experiences. So, once more for the back of the room:

Fonny accepts a plea deal. And as Tish and Fonny, Jr. visit him in prison on a conjugal visit, Fonny arrives, and the three are united as a family in the present for the first time in the film. They share a meal, and they say Grace together.

And that’s If Beale Street Could Talk. See you in the Review.

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Nov 6th, Friday 20:18

JANAAAAAA!“ A parade of voices outscreaming themselves erupted at the new little video screen popping up on their online chat, as the familiar face of their abroad living friend appeared.

She looked hilarious, wide eyed, absolutely overwhelmed, and even leaning away from her camera, as she laughed: „Good god, guys. I thought Jens was the boy, or better man, of the day. Not me.“

„Well we were just discussing our rescue mission to get you back home from still Trump Country.“ Luca said conspiratorial, as she whispered at short distance into her mic, making her sound a little asmr-ish and that much better.

„Also we can see or talk to Jens every day, we already sang him happy birthday, so you are more special.“ Robbe added, sticking his tounge out, as Sander grinned, raising his thumb in support. Jens rolled his eyes at them, giving them his middlefinger in return.

„Fuck you guys.“ He added without meaning it in the slightest. It was his birthday party chat, but he really didn’t mind their taunting, calling him an old man, leaving Milan and Senne to stick up to him. The real friends here in the group, Jens would make sure to remember that.

„So how is my birthday boy today?“ Jana asked smiling brightly as she looked as beautiful as ever, her hair a little shorter. He liked it, it looked very good on her. He wondered if she would ever leave his heart, and if they would have found each other again, hadn’t she moved away.

Jens had Lucas now though, and the thought that he may not even had considered the boy, was unimaginable. Or worse he could have nonetheless fallen for him, while being with Jana... A much scarier thought reminding him of his end with Britt, something he definitely didn’t need to revisit. So he smiled at her and kept it short: „Pretty great actually, I thought I would hate not having a party, but I really enjoy celebrating in bed in my comfy home clothes.“

I also got kissed by the prettiest boy on earth and slept like a baby for the first time in weeks.

Jens never said it out loud, but he couldn’t help his smile from growing, as did his heart in his chest planning to escape, just thinking about the morning. Both of them awake once the alarm went off, staying in bed another couple of minutes in a lazy cudlle, pecking kisses at heach other. God it was too cheesy and he loved every moment of it. Lucas had changed clothes, just as fast as Jens, as the boy had hurried out of the house to get home, while Jens panicked to get everything done on his agenda. They had spent a little too long in bed.

Jens would welcome the stress back every morning, if Lucas would promise to show up on his doorstep every time the clock struck midnight.

„Jens?“ Aaron asked amused, waving his hand in front of the camera to get his attention back. He may have drifted off there a bit.

„Sorry, what?“

„Milan said, you have to come by tomorrow because he is not gonna have you spent a birthday without getting a cake and blowing out a candle with a party hat on.“ Senne provided as an explanation, but the only thing happning in Jens’s brain was the image of Lucas last night. Fuck this boy was taking over his mind way too fast.

„Eh sure. Though I think I have to bring Lotte, my mom is busy tomorrow. Children under 12 do not fall under the lockdown guidelines, so should be safe. That’s okay for you?“ Jens asked looking at the little screen showing all members of the flatshare in a tangled mess on Zoenne’s bed.

„Yeah I think that’s fine. It’s not like we have to make it toddlersafe.“ Milan said already looking excited of having the little girl over too. Until now, they only ever had visited the flatshare one time back in February and only for an hour or two, usually they met at Jens’s place.

„Shit Babe, that means we have to finish his present today.“ Robbe exclaimed a bit too panicked for it to be a joke. His boyfriends eyes widned, as he looked at Robbe in shock. „Jens, is it too late to say it is for christmas?“

„Pretty much, yes, it better be amazing, or I’ll cancel this friendship.“

„Oh I forgot, fuck!“ Luca suddelnly loudly announced getting off of her chair and stumbling out of frame her voice still being picked up by the mic: „Let me just turn the speaker on.... Wait...wait... Okay! I know it is not the best time given election. Yikes! But we are all together in chat since Jana moved, soooo.“

One note was all that was needed for the group to immediatly loose it.

„You are not playing Miley Cyrus now!“

„Hell yea, I am!“ Luca replied to Moyo’s absolutely horrorfied face, before starting to sing the lyrics:

„I hopped off the plane at LAX

With a dream and my cardigan

Welcome to the land of fame excess,

Whoa, am I gonna fit in?“

Milan joining in instantly as if he had waited his whole life for this moment. Sander following suit, next to Robbe fishing for his phone. He was definitely going to record his boyfriend for leverage. Or because it was Sander singing, to Robbe even Sander breathing was worthy of adoration.

By the time they reached the jay-z line leading up to the chorus, they all had giving up their resistance and begun to sing whole heartedly, between giggles, dancing and messing up on words and notes. Any music teacher listening in would let them all fail class. No questions asked.

„Yeah it's a party in the USA“

Ending in a big crecsendo before all 11 voices fell silent, as they looked at each other and proceeded to burst into laughter.

„I miss you guys sooo much.“ Jana cried, hugging her laptop. All they saw was a black screen for a long minute, before she sat back, grinning: „Though I am dating this super hot guy from Geography. Like he is an absolutely idiot, but he is very cute and super gorgeous looking.“

„So American Jens?“ Yasmina said as dry and confident, that Jens was pretty sure she meant it. At least a little. Much to their friends’s amusement.

„Ey! This is my birthday, you can’t be mean on my birthday.“ He pretended to be offended, yet smirked at her, as soon as her lips curled up into a big smile, her eyebrows risen up high.

„She’s got a point though, bro.“ Moyo laughed, lucky that he wasn’t near enough to be hit by Jens, who raised his hands.

„Alright, alright. I definitely gonna have to find new friends now, that’s for sure.“

„No! You are a cute idiot, our cute idiot.“ Zoe chimed in, absolutely delighted and Jens couldn’t really ever be mad at that girl, so he sighed, accepting his fate. It wasn’t exactly that they were very off anyway, he supposed.

„Well whatever, I actually wanted to let you know that I decided to apply to University in Antwerp, Brussel, Utrecht and Rotterdam, so hopefully I can move back next summer. I talked to my mom, and she isn’t the biggest fan of her daughter being so far away, but she knows how I hated moving here. I guess she feels guilty and I’m gonna take full adventage of that.“

An amount of variations of „seriously“ to „are you joking?“ Filled the chat to a point it all merged into a single distorted sound for a good couple of minutes. Jens joining right in. They all wanted her back, especially the girls.

It was Amber who than took the conversation over, completely leading them onto a new topic, one that Jens should have seen coming, but kinda hoped wouldn’t be turned into a big deal. But obviously it, would be, as Jana had seen their insta posts and the last vlog from wednesday.

„That means you get to meet Lucas! That would be so cool, he is also from Utrecht, maybe he could help you out with it. We should invite him for the next time.“

„Oh right, tell me all about him, I’m ready. Someone’s dating him? Because if not I’m calling dips.“

Jens had to use everything in him, to keep himself from snorting, laughing or commenting, giving away any knowledge he possesed. But having his ex lusting after the boy he kissed last night, was the funniest shit ever.

No one seemed to notice though, as they all went full in, describing everything they knew about the poor absent dutch boy. Not able to defend himself.

Jens leaned back and enjoyed every second of it.

Best birthday so far.

#week 2 #wtfock #skam #vds #jens stoffels #lucas van der heijden #chapped and faded #the group together again #i loved wtfock down and their dynamic

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purplesurveys · 3 years

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surveys by seachaange

What do you do when someone is talking to you about something you don't care about? I listen and try to ask questions or add my own input so that they can see that even though I personally don’t care about the thing they’re talking about, I’m invested in them.

What is the best pizza place in your neighbourhood? Erm, we don’t really have a lot of independent pizza joints, actually. Most of the ones I see are chain restaurants like Pizza Hut and Domino’s. The best pizza I’ve had is from Vu’s at Marco Polo, but it’s been a whileeeee since I’ve had their food. Mama Lou’s pizza is also good.

Do you have Photoshop installed on your computer? I do but I only had it installed for school. I have no personal interest to learn it.

Are there any teachers you have that you are close with? I wouldn’t say that. I’m kinda chummy with one of my English teachers from high school - like he knew about me and Gab and supported us, I show my support for his art, we greet each other every now and then, etc - but we’re not ‘close.’

Do you have friends that play field hockey? No.

What about soccer? Not friends but I do know a number people who play football, yeah.

Do you think homosexuals are leading a bad lifestyle? This question aged like milk, didn’t it...

What do you think of the iPad? I remember when it blew up like crazy. It was such a revolutionary thing back when it was new, so much so that my dad even felt the need to buy one. It was fun when the hype lasted; but nowadays I don’t know people who would still seek out an iPad other than artists and law/med students, lmfao.

Do you put lotion on after you get out of the shower? I don’t.

Do you have any concerts on dvd? A lot, but they’re of concerts from a time when DVDs were still a thing. I haven’t had a new DVD in around 7-8 years.

Do you still have a VHS player? I think my parents have thrown theirs out already.

Has anyone ever given you a promise ring? No.

Do you send postcards to people when you go on vacation? I don’t. But aw, this made me remember when Jo did a summer exchange program in London and she sent postcards to Aya in the few months that she had been away. I thought that was sweet.

What do you think is the most comfortable shoe? Out of the pairs I have, my Onitsuka Tiger shoes for sure.

Have you seen Lady Gaga's music video for Telephone? That was suuuuuuch a big deal when it came out. Yes, I definitely have and I must’ve watched it a thousand times. Also rude, Beyoncé was in there too lol

If so, what do you think of it? It was so creative and a lot of fun to watch, especially for 2009 when artists weren’t exactly daring with music video concepts yet. I can’t believe they never collaborated again since.

What do you think of the septum piercing? It’s great.

Do you frequently skip class? Depends on my interest in the class/the professor, OR how tired I am that week. I skipped my psychology elective a lot because I didn’t think the instructor was all that great; and as much as I loved every single one of my history classes, there were a few sessions I voluntarily had to skip because I wasn’t doing mentally well. It really depends.

When you're really thirsty, what do you enjoy drinking most? Water. Anything else wouldn’t be able to quench my thirst as well.

What do you find inspirational in the world? I think it differs based on what I need to see at a given time, I guess. At this point in my life, I like hearing from people who have risen from their trust and abandonment issues, because it’s what I’ve been going through as well. I probably never would’ve found something like that inspirational, say, 6 months ago, so it really depends.

When hanging out with your bf or gf, what do you like doing most? I’m a very ‘let’s spend time in silence’ type of person. I cherished it the most when my ex and I would go to a coffee shop and work for hours, in complete and comfortable silence; or when I would be driving and no words would be exchanged for nearly the entire ride. Even though I stay quiet, in those moments I’m actually very happy. Of course new experiences are great too, but I personally enjoy the conventional ‘boring’ stuff the most when with a partner.

What do/did you think of your high school? Teeming with homophobia, bigotry, and just your typical Catholic gatekeepy judgmental environment. I look back at high school fondly because of the friends I made, not because of the toxic environment they nurtured in there.

What is the dirtiest rap song you have ever heard? I don’t listen to a lot of rap. But as an 11 year old listening to Nicki Minaj’s Itty Bitty Piggy, I was immediately traumatized lmao. I still can’t listen to that song.

What about a dirty song in any other genre? Uhhhhhhhhh probably Drunk in Love?? Lmaoooo I’d die for Beyoncé a million times but I always skip that song. My asexual ass just can’t deal.

What is a genre of music you simply can't stand? One of them is techno.

What is, in your opinion, the best way of dealing with a break up? Being kind to yourself.

What flavour of Doritos do you like best? I’ve only ever tried the nacho cheese flavor, but I love that one.

Where do you do your grocery shopping? I don’t do the grocery shopping in the family but my parents usually do it at SM or at this local store we have nearby.

Would you ever go to a comedy club? Yes, with a friend so I’d be more comfortable.

Do you think Victoria's Secret is overpriced? I haven’t been in one of their stores in a while, so I can’t really say.

Do you still have a VHS player? Again, I don’t think so.

Do you have a tumblr? :))))))

Why is it that photography is becoming a trend? So this survey was made in 2010 and I can definitely confirm it was a crazy huge trend lol. Even I got into it and asked my parents to get me a DSLR back then. Anyway, I think it was because during this time, DSLRs had been slowly becoming a thing? and they were kiiiiiiiinda cheap - at least cheap enough to be accessible to a large amount of people - so it allowed people to play with different styles that were very unfamiliar at the time, like light painting, fisheye, close-ups, etc. And then at one point everyone had DSLRs and it just wasn’t as enjoyable anymore because everyone was doing the same kinds of trendy shots lol.

What is the funniest movie you have ever seen? I’m gonna go with The Proposal - Sandra Bullock was gold in that movie.

Did you watch American Idol this past season? No. Do they still air new seasons of that?? I stopped watching when the same guitar-playing, country-singing white men kept winning.

If so, how did you feel about the winner? It’s been more than a decade since I last cared for the show.

Don't you hate it when one of your earbuds stops working? Sure.

Do you have a normal landline, or do you use MagicJack? Holy shit I have not heard of MagicJack in a goddamn WHILE lmao, what a throwback. We had one, I’m pretty sure...but I never knew what it was for.

Do you even use a house phone anymore? Landlines are still common in the Philippines. Are they not in other countries? Hahahaha.

Would you ever consider dating someone who lived across the country? If I loved, trusted, and was committed to them enough, yes.

What was the most expensive restaurant you've ever eaten at? I wasn’t able to track the name but I’m pretty sure it was the fine dining restaurant in our cruise trip that my parents treated me to for my birthday.

Do/did you take foods classes in high school? My school didn’t offer such a class, but we had home economics and we were occasionally taught how to cook and bake certain dishes.

Do you have a tattoo? No, not yet.

If you do, describe the pain you went thru when getting it done. Eugh this is what I’m scared of :((((

Do you enjoy making hemp necklaces and bracelets? I’ve never tried.

Have you ever watched the show Strangers With Candy? I’ve never even heard of it before, I’m sure.

What is your favourite bookstore? Fully Booked, because their collection is expansive, always complete, and they let you take a book of the shelves and read it if you’d like.

Have you ever used torrents? Mostly throughout high school. I did use a torrent to download Midsommar recently, though.

How can we tell if you are in a bad mood? I go quiet.

How are you when you're in a really good mood? Complete opposite - I will be bubbly and chatty, especially in instances when I’m not really expected to be.

Are you nice to everyone, even people you don't like? Yes.

When you're bored in class, what do you do? I seldom found myself bored in class because I’m constantly furiously taking notes. But if the prof themselves are very boring and there’s nothing to take notes about, I go ahead and check my social media either from my phone or laptop.

Would you rather go to Lollapalooza, Warped Tour, or Bonnaroo? As a teenager, I had always wanted to go to Warped Tour. As I’ve gotten older, though, the lineups for Lollapalooza have appealed to me more. Plus it’s in Chicago, soooooo a million more brownie points for that.

Do you have anything that is autographed? By who? Yeah, I have an autographed poster of AJ Lee. It was my most prized possession and I even placed it on a big picture frame and had it up on my wall for yearsssssssss, and then my mom had to take it down because of course it’s my mom and of course she had to do it.

Can you sleep when it's really hot? Welcome to summer months in the Philippines.

Do you know anyone who works at McDonald's? I think Carley does, but idk if that’s changed in the last few months. I don’t stay updated about her life, haven’t been for years.

Do you have a debit card? Yes.

What bank do you (or your family) use? I am not sharing that lol.

Would you ever hitchhike? I think I’m mostly open to it, though I will say I’ve read enough stories about murders that involve hitchhiking that make me a little scared of the idea, hahah.

Have you ever been kayaking? We did a boat thing in Palawan a few years ago but I’m not sure if that was kayaking or canoeing. Anywho, the experience was breathtaking.

Do you have a problem with swimming in a pond or lake? In the context of my country, yeah, because our natural bodies of water aren’t exactly...the cleanest, lmao. I’d feel much more comfortable swimming in a private beach.

Does anyone in your family go hunting or fishing? Nope. But maybe some of my relatives living in the US do?? Idk for sure.

What do/did you do when someone you barely knew asks you to sign their yearbook? We don’t really practice that. Only the really expensive, bougie, international schools here that have foreign students to begin with do that, I think.

In high school are you/were you in the plays and musicals? No.

Do you have a birdbath in your yard? No, we don’t.

Is the house you live in old or new? It’s fairly new; we had it first built in 2005 and we officially moved in 2008.

Where do you go when you need a new pair of sneakers? Depends on what brand I’m in the mood to buy.

Do you make New Year's Resolutions, or do you not even bother? I typically don’t.

Most annoying commercial? Haven’t been paying attention to them lately.

What does your favourite bathing suit look like? It’s just a simple black bikini but its overall shape and design is super cute and chic.

Do you like Silly Bandz? No.

If you do, how many do you have and what are your favourite shapes?

What do you think of My Super Sweet 16? I never watched it because I feel like I’d only get stressed if I did.

Do you have mini-blinds in your house? I have pull-down window shades in my room, not blinds.

Do you rent your home or do you own it? My parents own it.

What is your favourite song right now? Trigger by Hayley Williams.

Do you use Firefox? Nope.

Do you have a pool in your backyard? We don’t.

Do you have a gym membership? No.

Favourite field trip you've ever been on? Freshman year of high school when we went to two museums :)

#survey #surveys

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writings-in-ebony · 4 years

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Heritage - Chapter 1 Steve Rogers/Black!reader

Summary: With only a few weeks until his departure to college, Steve must still endure the requirements put upon him by being in the Rogers family. This included attending galas that his family hosted in order to boost their ego and flaunt their successes. Steve would rather be at home doing anything but showcasing himself as the family runt, but whatever his grandfather says, goes.

Author’s note: Welcome to the first official chapter! It took a while to write because I was trying to figure out which direction I wanted this to go in. The reader, who is not present in this chapter, will show up soon and her appearance will be explained in that chapter’s author’s note. Likes and reblogs are always well received and I love comments and asks! Thanks again, everyone!

Word Count: 2784

Warnings: If bad language counts as a warning…

Chapter 1: 1987

Steve stood in front of the large mirror positioned over his dresser, fumbling with the sliver of silk that was wrapped around his neck. He twisted the silk every which way, not understanding why it wouldn’t take shape, and it began to frustrate him. In actuality, the entire night awaiting him was going to be frustrating. It was the annual gala his family held. A night advertised as a showcasing of the achievements of the Rogers family, but it was actually a circle-jerk filled with bloated egos, secret promises, false compliments, and all the other unsavory traits that the upper percentage held. And Steve had to entertain that nonsense for an entire night. Oh, and he was livid.

He had begged, begged, his father to allow him to miss the gala, to which his father happily obliged considering he was already ashamed at the runt he had for a son anyway. But after notifying his own father, Cashel, of the news, Jeremy quickly returned and told Steve that he was required to go due to his grandfather’s orders. Jeremy didn’t seem very happy about the news either, but Steve had no choice. He’d rather face a thousand galas back-to-back than face the wrath of his grandfather, so he faced the music and was taking it like a champ.

Seven minutes later and Steve still was struggling to tie a fucking tie. As if sensing his frustrations, Bucky appeared in the doorway and smirked at him. Bucky was Steve’s own personal bodyguard, personally hired by Cashel himself. However, it was more of a friend protecting a friend since both boys grew up and were raised together. When questioned about it, Cashel merely waved a hand and stated that “He knows you better than anyone, therefore, he should be fit to protect you from any of the dumb circumstances you always get yourself into.” Bucky thought this was the funniest thing, but Steve didn’t crack a smile.

“You need help with your tie?” Bucky offered, already stepping into the room.

“I would say no, but I’ve already waisted so much goddamn time,” Steve grumbled, dropping his arms to his side as he gave up.

“You kiss your mother with that mouth?” Bucky pursed his lips as he mocked his friend. Steve didn’t even satisfy him with a reply. Instead, he pointed to his tie and raised his chin.

Bucky stood a head (and a few inches) taller than Steve, making Steve look like a child next to him. It also didn’t help that Steve had a soft, boyish face and his appearance made him look like an overly grown 12-year-old. So, one could imagine how flirting with the opposite sex went.

“There, done,” Bucky announced as he patted the sides of Steve’s suit jacket to smooth out the wrinkles. Steve nodded and muttered a thanks, turning back to look at himself in the mirror. He really was a poor sight. His skin was too pale, his cheeks and eyes were sunken in, and he looked too thin. But this was the usual. He was born a runt, which meant that he didn’t possess the quality characteristics that were passed down to every firstborn in his family. He didn’t have the strong build, chiseled jawline, piercing eyes, nor the basic ability to shift into a majestic wolf. No, Steve was just fucking regular. And that’s why he hated these galas because that is all his family saw him as. A regular born to a family of gods.

He really thought that when he hit the peak of puberty, age 16, he’d have a sudden change and become the wolf he always knew he could be. But it never came and now, just a little over a year later, Steve felt like it would never come.

“Hey, what’s on your mind,” came Bucky’s quiet voice. He sounded concerned; all sense of humor sucked out of his voice. Steve didn’t want to tell Buck, his pride flaring up at the sign of weakness, but he’d been feeling shitty this entire week leading up to the event. And knowing Bucky, who was also a wolf and had gotten the gift early on, he could smell the mixed emotions flowing through his friend.

“I…I just wonder whether I’ll ever be good enough,” he sighed, pushing away his pride. “And don’t say, ‘Hey Steve, it’s okay. You know your family cares for you,’ because you know that’s bullshit.” He sounded so bitter and pitiful.

“Listen, I get it. You’re upset you have to go to this thing tonight. You’ve never liked these kinds of things. But think about it. You’ll be getting shipped off to college in a few weeks, somewhat free of the gaze from your family, and you’ll have a chance to make a name for your own damn self. They don’t define you, Steve,” Bucky finished, clapping a hand on his friend’s shoulder.

“I know, Buck. Thanks.”

“Nah, man. You just gotta get your head in the right space and realize that you are a wolf on the inside. You might can’t shift, or do the other crazy shit, but you think like one. You’re one of the smartest men I know and to me, you act more like your grandfather than anyone.” Steve scoffed and gave Bucky an incredulous look. “What? You don’t see it?!”

Steve chuckled and pushed Bucky away, thinking this pep talk was going wayward. “Alright, Buck. I think that tie of yours is too damn tight.”

“Are you kidding? Man, don’t let me make a list of how you both compare,” Bucky started, giving Steve a look of challenge.

“Oh, so you guys are making lists now?” came a snicker from the door. They both looked up and saw it was Steve’s mother, Sara. She was giving them both a look of amusement as she walked in. Bucky, shifting into professional mode, stepped back and bowed his head at her.

“Mrs. Rogers,” he greeted. She waved a hand at him and insisted he relax. So, he did. She walked over to her son, who was still pouting, and gave him a heartwarming smile.

“Oh, you look so handsome,” she cooed. “You might just get a girl, yet!” She looked way too excited by that fact and this caused Steve to turn intensely red.

“Mam, getting a girl is the last thing on my mind right now!” he groaned, closing his eyes. “Plus, how am I going to date her when half of the women here are basically family!” He was stopped by his mother grabbing onto his arm and dragging him out of the room.

“Hush up, boy. Women have friends! Now, c’mon so we can get you set up with someone before the introduction,” Sara grinned and stared ahead determinedly. Steve whined and heard a quiet laugh behind him. He whipped his head around and glared daggers at Bucky, the asshole.

True to her word, Sara whisked Steve around the ballroom and introduced him to about ten ladies before she was called away to mingle with the wives of some other important figures. This left Steve to go finally plunder the hors d’oeuvres and sweets table at the far wall of the room. Dinner wouldn’t be served for another hour since this was the time to mingle and schmooze. So, once his tiny plate was stacked with various meats, cheeses, crackers, and tiny cookies, he placed himself at a far table and ate in solitude. Bucky, who was still on the job during this event, was briefing with the security team and keeping an eye on Steve from across the room.

About halfway through his plate, he was approached by none other than Rumlow, a neighborhood bully and Steve’s longtime enemy. He sneered as he towered over Steve’s small frame. “What’s happening, Rogers?”

“I’m happily eating my food,” Steve announced, not caring to entertain Rumlow’s shenanigans. All he wanted was to finish his cheese and crackers. Rumlow didn’t react to Steve and still had that ugly sneer plastered onto his equally ugly face.

“Well, good to know you’re eating just fine. I just wanted to let you know that I have officially been promoted to become my father’s underling. Like his assistant, with perks,” his sneer curved into a wicked smile, as if rubbing the information in Steve’s face brought him sincere joy.

Brock Rumlow and his family belonged to the Italian mafia that lived across town. His father, Vito, was a well-known caporegime and was known for his cold exterior and brutality. There were always stories and rumors surrounding the man and how he ran his section of soldiers. One such rumor, a famous one that Bucky had told Steve, was Vito beating a man to a literal pulp using only his fists and raw strength. Steve thought it was all hearsay until he had the chance to meet the man personally. He was a hulking mass of muscle, with steely eyes and a strong jaw set in a permanent grimace. Steve hated the man on the spot and made it his own personal vow to avoid him and his idiotic son whenever he could. However, Brock’s incessant need to find and torture Steve (both mentally and physically) made that vow extremely difficult to uphold.

“Congratulations, Brock,” Steve blandly complimented, hoping that playing along will speed up Brock’s departure. “I do hope you rise through the ranks and make your father proud.” He was really rubbing it in, and he raised his glass of water in a mock toast.

“Aww, Steve, no need for the fake praise. I know it’s eating you up inside to know my father actually respects me,” Brock still had a smile on his face, but it was beginning to look like his family’s signature grimace.

“Well, Brock, unlike you, I don’t need my father’s approval nor respect to have a personality. And I definitely don’t need you coming over here and acting like you won whatever imaginary competition you’ve formed in your head,” Steve waved a hand, nonchalant about the entire thing.

“Listen here, runt,” Brock growled, loud enough to attract attention from a few others. “For someone who has so much shit to say, you can’t even stand on the same level as your grandfather and father. You’re useless, pathetic, and I’m damn sure surprised you’re still here and not in the fucking garbage where you belong.” Steve felt his fist tighten its grip on his napkin. “I’ve been promoted by my father, something you’ll never have the chance of doing. Heh, I’m surprised your whorish mother is still here.”

“Enough!!,” Steve’s voice erupted, echoing off the walls of the ballroom. His voice had unnaturally deepened and he felt a boiling rage under his skin. He wanted to fight Brock, and he was seconds away from throwing a punch. However, he couldn’t act on his feelings since the entire room had gotten silent; all the attention aimed at the seething young men. “You listen here, and you listen good Brock. You can talk about me, my father, and anyone else in my fucking family. But if I ever, and I mean ever, hear you utter something other than a compliment about my mother.” Steve leaned in close to Brock, making sure only he could hear him. “I will hunt you down and kill you myself.” And with that, Steve grabbed his plate and made his way to the attached balconies. He needed some fresh air.

Conversation began once Steve reached the balcony’s doors. He was pissed. Pissed at the fact that Brock had challenged him like that, but also because he had lost his cool so quickly. He felt the rage dampen within him as he eased down onto one of the marble benches. It was cool tonight and Steve was grateful for it. It felt like a splash of cool water on his face, something he needed right now.

He placed his plate on the bench and gazed out at the gardens that surrounded the venue. There was no one out there tonight, yet, the owners had decided to cut on the lights and the fountains. All for show, he guesses.

“I saw your exchange with Brock,” came a voice from behind him. He felt the hairs on the back of his neck raise and he turned to see it was his grandfather, Cashel. Steve straightened his back and was about to stand when his grandfather raised a hand and motioned for him to keep sitting. The man was giving him an unreadable gaze, yet he could tell Cashel was reading him like a book.

“I’m sorry about that. I didn’t mean to disgrace our family,” Steve apologized. There were a lot of things he’d do but piss off Cashel was not one of them. It was a funny situation really, given that Cashel has never shown him any direct animosity. In fact, besides his mother and grandmother, Cashel is the only other family member who doesn’t look at him like he’s…waste. But he’s also never been doting. He’d just sit and stare at Steve as if he was trying to solve the most complex problem. Like Steve was hiding the biggest secret and he needed to find it out.

“Apology accepted. However, you did not disgrace our family. It’d have been more disgraceful if you’d let the boy keep hounding you like a dog,” Cashel provided, taking a seat at the other marble bench. He looked otherworldly tonight. To any normal person, they’d think that Cashel was Steve’s father, but that wasn’t the case. The man looked a little over 50, but his real age was 108. One of the perks of being a wolf was you age at a drastically slow rate, meaning Steve looked like a child and his grandfather looked like an aged model. It sucked that this was the only wolf characteristic he had, but it was better than nothing.

Steve was pulled from his thoughts when he looked up and caught Cashel giving him that stare again. All he could do was blurt out a small, “What?”

“You know Steven. You fascinate me,” the older man chuckled, rubbing his salt and pepper beard.

“How so?”

“Here I have three sons, two who are nothing like myself and one who dedicates his…basically, his livelihood to me. And out of all of them, you are the one who I can see the most of myself in.” Steve was speechless. Where was this coming from?

“And I’m not just talking about your irritating stubbornness or the way you walk, no, there are more things we have in common than just on the surface.” His grandfather’s eyes seemed to glow as they aimed straight at Steve. “How do you feel about the family business, Steven?” The question was so sudden, and Steve didn’t know whether to answer it truthfully or lie. He knew if he truthfully answered, his grandfather might not like what he has to say. However, if he lied, which was something his grandfather hated, then the consequences would be far worse. Truth it is.

“I don’t necessarily like it,” he began, gaging his grandfather’s reaction. It didn’t move. “I don’t feel the need to exploit others for monetary gain, nor do I like paying others to carry out my dirty work and leave them with the consequences. However, I know why you do it. You came to America for the sole reason of protecting your family and the nature of us, as wolves. And this is your way of accomplishing that goal. It might not sit well with me morally, but some things need to be done in order to get what you want.” He had looked down at his hands towards the end, really taking into account the sacrifices his grandfather made. When his gaze raised back up, he was greeted by his grandfather’s lips quirked into a knowing smirk. “What?” he questioned again.

“That was well-spoken, Steven.” His grandfather raised himself off the bench, straightening his jacket. “I’ll have to take what you said into consideration. Now, I must be getting back to my party. Can’t have the host gone for too long,” he chuckled and walked off the balcony. Steve was left there staring at his grandfather’s back, mouth slightly parted, wondering what the hell that was all about. He looked out towards the garden again, eyes landing on the fountain shaped like a turtle. His grandfather was strange, but the man was always ten steps ahead of everyone. He was scarily accurate about everything and he always said everyone had a place in the family. The only problem was, what place was he considering giving to Steve?

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#Steve Rogers #steve rogers imagine #steve rogers x black!reader #steve rogers x poc!reader #black!reader #poc!reader #marvel #marvel fanfiction #fanfiction #heritage fanfiction

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