#in the middle of being filmed when this announcement was made. i suppose they could always sell their shows 2 foreign networks? (lmao then

[oonajaeadira]

i was rereading a GTTT chapter and Patricio has just been in my mind rent free, creeping in from daydreams in places i should not be daydreaming. So I’ve got a PATS question for you. How would Patricio and Reader navigate the issue of him being too drained sexually when Reader is needy?

Hello, lovely.

First of all, I want to apologize for the long hiatus I've taken on Pats and Pres. This ask--and many more--have been sitting in my inbox for far too long and I'd like to think that answering late is better than never. Thank you for your patience with me!!!

This is a very interesting question and it sparked some over-arching thoughts. I have half an answer for you here--from his point of view, and therefore the "drained" part of it. Pres may not seem too needy here, but look to the next installment for more on that.

Also, a non-apology here to everyone.

For so long I've made you believe that Patricio is confident, in control...or at least in denial about it when he's not. But he's growing. Changing. There may be more vulnerability here than you want and much less sexy times. Not everyone has a good day every day.

Kiss and Tell: Everyone's Allowed a Bad Day (GTTT PATS)

FANDOM: Calls - Apple TV (PATS is a character from ep. 3. “Pedro Across the Street.” This is not RPF.)

As with all of my PATS installments, warnings abound for explicit content. (This one's much tamer than most.)

(gif by cavill-henry)

It’s nights like these that he sometimes wished he smoked. He’ll pour himself a drink once the client wakes up and leaves, but he doesn’t want her to catch it on his breath.

Bourbon. Bath. Bed. Maybe something short and calm on streaming. There’s a new cowboy film just dropped by that Spanish director looks good. 

Leaning on the kitchen counter and staring out across the silent living room, he contemplates the novel you left on the coffee table. Wonders if you’re missing it.

It occurs to him that he could call you. He can do that now. He doesn’t need a reason anymore, but even if the reason is a rough day…actually, maybe that’s even more reason to call you. In fact, he really should ask you–

His phone vibrates on the countertop and he frowns. It’s your pattern and his heart races a little, not only because it’s you, but thinking he’s been lost in thought too long, that he’s missed the three-hour mark. But a flip of the phone shows him he’s got 20 minutes to go. 

Odd. It’s not like you to interrupt a session.

“Hey, muñeca, everything okay?” he mumbles, stepping barefoot out onto the front porch in nothing but his sweatpants.

Your voice sounds far away, “Oh shit,” before a riffling sound and then a clearer, “I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to hit dial. I didn’t know I did. I was going to call and then I saw the time…I know you’re in the middle of a session, oh loverboy I’m so sorry–”

Just the sound of your voice is an instant balm. “It’s okay, it’s okay, she’s sleeping. I was actually just thinking about calling you.”

“Oh, really?” There’s something there behind your fluster, hiding among the smile in your voice, something that he might not have noticed if you hadn’t said you meant to call.

“Something you wanted to call me about?”

There’s a sound in the background. An announcement. You’re in public. “Um, no, not really. I just had a lonely moment, that’s all.”

“Well that’s an ego boost. You wanna come spend the night?”

There’s a pause. Shocked, judging by your voice. “Really? On an appointment night?”

He scratches his head and focuses on his feet as he aimlessly paces the porch. “Sure. I mean, if like a quarter after ten isn’t too late for you to drive just to go to bed.”

“With the weather shifting and how warm you run? It’s never too late to say yes to a heated bed.”

He smiles. “Glad I can be of service.” There's silence from you and he cringes. “Shit. Not you– not– Was that a bad choice of word?”

“No. It’s just–”

“Hey. I want you here tonight. I wanna talk to you.” Another silence. He supposes that sounds ominous. It shouldn’t. “You know, here. Not…on a phone.” He’s still not good at this. 

“That sounds nice…. You, uh, need anything? I’m at the grocery store.”

“No. Just you.” It feels good to say. Right. It’s what’s needed to break what feels like an odd tension into a few comfortable, mutually smiling moments. “So. The grocery store. And you’re feeling lonely. At a grocery store.”

Your laughter--hushed but musical--is kept close to the phone. “Well I am standing in produce and they just got in some preeeeeetty nice looking eggplants.”

“Wow.”

Another laugh, less hushed, throatier. “Okay, I’m sorry! I’ll let you get back to your work. I assume you’ve got a sleeping beauty to wake up.”

Pulling the phone away from his face for a timecheck, he winces. “Yeah. I’ll see you in 20?”

“I’d say I can’t wait, but you know that I will.”

Wow. “I know and I…”Something sweet twists inside. “I know.”

After you hang up he stands a minute more on the porch in the dark. The leaves are almost all off the trees now, the crickets are gone. His feet are freezing and the skin on his torso is goosebumping; doing its best–and failing–to lift his fine hairs to shield him from the autumn chill. But it’s far from unpleasant and he finds that he’s awake for the sensation in a way he hasn’t been in a while.

He’s alive again in a way he hasn’t been in a while.

The last couple of months have been…nothing short of amazing.

He should tell you that. He should say it.

But he’s got to get to that point where…he accepts it. 

Not the relationship…the fact that there’s always a possibility it’s too good to be true, that he could lose it. He could lose you.

You’re handling everything so well, but for how long? How long until you make him choose?

Oh fuck, please don’t make me choose, preciosa, please.

The phone buzzes in his hand. Timer; no need to look, just thumbs the button to silence. On another night, he’d allow himself more time, let the client sleep while he mused. But he’s got a job to do. 

And someone special arriving soon.

So he packs these thoughts away and goes quietly inside to prepare.

________

He’s just poured the detergent in the washing machine when he hears the door open. “Hey, I’m just cleaning up, gimme a second.”

Out in the entry, your shoes clatter on the floor and then your keys jingle on the kitchen counter and before he knows it you’re on him, topless and crowding him against the washing machine, kissing him like he’s just come back from war. It’s jarring but pleasant and full of hungry sighs…until there’s a ping in his calf muscle.

“Ooh, hey, Pres, hey hey, hang on.” Taking your face in his hands he calms, he whispers, he soothes you in order to soothe himself, but you catch on instantly, concern splashing over you.

“Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”

A kiss to the tip of your nose, to your smart little nose. “No, no, I’m a little sore; just had a difficult session–a difficult day, actually. And I haven’t showered yet. So don’t get yourself too worked up here. You don’t want me like this.”

He expects you to recoil from this, to find the sex with someone else still lingering on his skin. You don’t.

You simply run your hands over his sides, lean in to kiss his chin. “Of course I do. I want you like whatever you are.”

You’re backlit from the kitchen and there’s something like a soft halo around you, bringing a glow to the roll of your cheeks, the swipe of your lip. Tracing these with a finger and finding himself reflected in your eyes, he trusts you, accepts this, tries to see himself like you do. How are you so effortless?

There’s nothing but surrender when you rake your fingers through his beard and push yourself up onto tiptoe to press a warm kiss to his forehead. “But if you really feel that way, beautiful, let me run you a bath.” 

Everytime he opens his eyes and you’re there, it's like a small miracle.

“Come on,” you smile, taking his hand and guiding him to the stairs, “let me take care of you and you can tell me about your day.”

You’re perfect. He’s so grateful he picked up the phone tonight when he did.

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“Mmmmm, that’s good.” The sigh comes up from his bottom wells, like a contented creature crawling out of hidden caverns within. The back of his head rests in your palm, warm water spilling over his scalp. Your hands whisper and calm and soothe. He spends so much time using his touch to bring relaxation to others that he’d all but forgotten that it could go the other way. And your touch–

“So there was some heavy lifting tonight, huh?” Your finger lightly wipes away an errant rivulet from the corner of his eye. “Ness, right?”

The ghost of irritation looms. “Mmm. She has a pretty severe tailbone injury. Didn’t tell me about it before she showed up. Lot of full-body lifting on the table just to get her in the right positions for stretch.”

“I see. You’ll feel it tomorrow. And sore tailbone means no actual sex tonight.”

“Oh no, we had some fun. She’s got weeks of recovery ahead of her and she needed some practice re-routing some natural orgasm responses to different muscle groups when she ejaculates.”

“Ejaculates? She…? Ohhh.” A loving hand begins to wander lightly over his chest. “I assumed. My bad.”

“Sorry. Should have been more clear. But yeah.”

“No need to apologize. I don’t know why I hadn’t just assumed that you…took all forms of payment.”

He peeks an eye open to catch your reaction as you reach over the side of the tub toward him and finds your warm, curious smile. “Not to disparage the vaginal anatomy, but sometimes it’s nice to have my dick handled by someone who has a lifetime experience with their own.”

“Noted. Fair.”

Closing his eyes and sinking into the warm bath of your care a lifetime goes by with your hands running over his skin.

“You’re very accommodating.”

A kiss lands on his temple. “Wait until you realize I’m terribly selfish and am in it for the rewards points.” When his smile fades, your hands slow. “That was a joke.”

“I know.” Sensing a shift in tone coming when he turns to you, you instinctively pull back, but he catches your hand in his, pulling it in to place a wet kiss to your knuckles. “Would you mind if I don’t want to have sex tonight?”

“Of course. That’s okay.” A half-smile. Are you covering disappointment?

“I’m more than happy to go down on you if you–”

But a shake of your head stops him. “No, it's fine. I can tell you’re tired. You said you had a hard day. Wanna tell me about it while we get you dried off and into bed?”

He feels like a child as he simply nods, allows you to help him up, succumbs to you as you care for him. It’s easy to do, to melt under your attention, to crack open and spill. He does his best not to control the spread as he generalizes a failed report at work, a difficult project he’s fallen behind on. By the time you’re sliding into the sheets and curling up next to him, he’s breaching the topic he’s been deciding and undeciding and deciding again to tell you about–that his mother called without warning.

“She wants to meet you.”

Your breathing stills in the darkness. “You told your mom about me.”

“Is that okay?”

“Yeah, I..” you stutter, “I guess I didn’t… I’m flattered that you talk about me?”

There’s a pang of guilt that he’s let you believe you’re not important enough for him to tell the world that you’re in his life. But he sighs as you squeeze your arm around his middle. “You might feel differently if you met her.”

“Are you kidding? I’d love to meet your…is it just your mom?”

“And my father. I have an older brother but he lives in Australia. Doesn’t go home much.”

“Home issssSantiago?”

“Just outside of it. Rancagua.”

Another squeeze. Perhaps that was a lie; your arm around him and the brush of your lips on his shoulder feels like his true home now. 

“So this call was stressful because she wants to meet me. And you’re nervous?”

“The call was stressful because…I don’t…want her to meet you.” Your squeeze lightens a bit and he slides his grip over your arm in case you decide he’s awful and want to pull away. He knows he should let you go if you want to but– “I wanted to ask you, Pres…I’m sorry I don’t know if I can ask this much from you but–”

It almost breaks his heart when your arm slides through his hand, when your warmth leaves his side, when you abandon him…

But it’s only for the time it takes to hear the click of the bedside lamp, register the bright sting and spill of light, and you’re back beside him, leaning over him, turning his face to yours with one patient hand on his cheek. “What’s going on. I’ve never seen you like this.”

Shit. Get it together.

“You’re going to think I’m a fucking jerk–”

“Don’t tell me what you think I’m going to think, sir. Tell me what you need from me. Just say it.”

This leaves him with depleted gambling chips, raises the stakes. But you’re right. He has to be honest.

“The relationship I have with my family is…strained. That’s why I live here and not there. I see them somewhat regularly, but the holidays are when the whole family gets together–all the cousins–and it’s just a lot. There’s a lot that’s expected, a lot of judgements…it’s overwhelming. I can barely make it through myself, but having you there? Watching you be scrutinized on top of it when we’re just figuring this out? I just…no.”

“You know I won’t tell them–”

“It’s not that, fuck, it’s not that.” He surges in for a kiss, taking you in deep, willing you to understand him by osmosis; if only… “Every time I’ve gone down for the holidays it’s stressful enough…it’s…it’s bad enough that I’m away from my clients, but–”

“But under stress the itch gets worse. And you don’t have your outlet. And you’re not in control.”

Oh god, you see him. You see him and he’s so…fucking pathetic.

The last thing he expects is for you to pepper kisses along his mouth and chin, to dot a lingering one on his cheek before pulling him into your chest, to cradle him, breathe into his hair.

But it’s exactly what you do.

“What do you need, beautiful boy? Anything you want.”

He breathes. Sighs. Curses himself for doubting you, for assuming you wouldn’t surprise him. Allows you to hold the weight of his heart on your own without a spotter.

“I need to…not do the ‘meet the family’ thing this year. I just want you to myself for a while.”

A hum of sympathy, of bittersweetness, one that stakes his heart into the ground at your feet. “Oh Patricio. Is that all?” Your breast moves under his cheek as you lean over to turn off the light, your soft curves and soft scent and soft hum whispering to him, calming him, soothing him into you. “I’ll admit that I’m a little sad that I don’t get to show you off to my family, but I definitely see the appeal of a quiet holiday season, just us hiding away from the world together. You want me to yourself? Did you really think I would find that anything but absolutely wonderful?”

All at once, the strains of the day overtake him, the need to say more is gone and took his energy to do so right along with it. A whole lifetime of relief in just an hour. That’s your secret power. Always has been. He cannot think of words more meaningful than, “Thank you.”

Your fingertips begin their pattern of affection along his jaw, tattooing a spell of sleep through him. “This really means a lot to you, huh.” He’s too gone to get his voice to work and it seems you assume he’s fallen asleep. “Well you mean the world to me. You don’t even know, mister.”

It’s not worth the effort to drag himself from the downward pull of dreams to ask you to say more about that. Not when he knows you’ll be right here in the morning and he can ask you then.

Or say the same thing right back to you.

Maybe this time he’ll find a way to do that.

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#good things take time #pedro across the street #calls fanfiction #23

[callsignmuse]

BEYOND THE SCRIPT 

Pairing: Miles Teller x oc Reader

Summary: You’re on set filming when a migraine strikes in the middle of a scene

Request: Yes

Oneshot

Author’s Note: Requested that oc reader was sick on set but since I know migraines a little too well I chose that! 

Rolling! 

You had been feeling a little off all day long. A tad bit moody even a little sluggish. But here you stood trying to finish your work day as you stood on set. You took a deep breath trying to center yourself. This scene took a lot out of you. You had gotten yelled at for one and doing that over and over again made your brain think you actually did something to deserve it. Especially when you were acting opposite Miles. He was able to bring such life to the character you both often forgot you were supposed to be acting. 

“WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU THINK I WOULD GO!?” he yelled on the top of his lungs as he approached you. You shrunk. The sound and the inflection in his voice hit a nerve within your brain sending a signal to cause you a helluva lot of pain. You winced. 

“Alright cut. I think we’ve got it.” The director announced. Finally. They had been working on getting just the right angle on the camera for when you shrunk away from him. Your director, Aidan loved the way you reacted to Miles in the scene. He loved it so much he kept remarking to all of his friends about how you got the role in the film. You were assisting at auditions to run lines with the callbacks when you read when Miles. Aidan had put down his pen and stared in complete shock at the chemistry created between the two of you. It was natural. It was sexy. It was playful. It was his ticket to winning an award this season. He had to go with it. You weren’t green by any means but you were new to the blockbuster caliber films that Miles was used to now. You were still in the indie phase of your career waiting on a big break like this. 

You changed quickly ignoring the prickling sensation running down your neck and shook out your hands. You stood across from him in a brightly lit room. You squinted your eyes trying not to let it show but the pain was beginning to threaten your ability to seem fine. You had a high threshold for pain but when you had your migraines they reached the high level of an eight, sometimes nine out of ten. You were in the beginning stages of a long journey. Right now the migraine was just at the edge of being manageable and becoming a problem. You looked up trying to open your eyes all the way. “Another one?” He wondered his voice was dripping with concern. You had been on set for weeks with each other becoming extremely emotionally connected. He knew exactly what to look for on your face. He saw the pain creeping in and the uncomfortably tense stance you took on. “What can I do?” He asked his voice was so soft it was such a contrast to hard pain you were beginning to feel. You took your pills when you went to your dressing room for a costume change but they would take a while to kick in. And when you take it this late in the game there was the possibility they wouldn’t work at all. 

“Just be with me.” You mumbled. It was as loud as you could make your voice go but he understood what you meant. Be present so you wouldn’t feel so alone. When you dealt with the pain on your own it felt much worse. The tingling in your pinky finger worsened and you groaned at the uncomfortable feeling. Underneath the tingling your palms began to sweat. 

“Fuck” you cursed under your breath but he caught it and smirked. He always thought it was funny when you used profanity because of the sound of your voice. It sounded so inconceivably innocent. For as many years as you had apart in age, you hit it off as if you knew each other since brith. You had so much in common and the list kept growing every day. You were both insanely into music and loved to sing. You actually found yourself getting moody if you didn’t listen to at least one of your favorite songs during the work day. He loved to dance. You were a trained dancer since three years old. He loved sports. You had opposite taste in teams but when they would play each other it made for the perfect night in. And if you could sneak away from work, the perfect night out. Your sense of humor was the same and if peoples didn’t know you well they would think you hated each other with the way you exchanged insults and sarcasm. Really the only way you differed was how much you loved watching movies and tv. 

They adjusted the lighting above you making you wince again. This time with a hiss between your teeth. “Do you we need to stop?” He asked under a lowered tone. You shook your head no. 

“We have two more hours. I can do this.” You felt a wave of nausea hit making you gag behind your hand. 

“You sure?” He asked behind a chuckle.

“Miles, I-“ you began to say.

“Quiet on the set!”

You knew it was time to show everyone what you were made of. You weren’t all that established like Miles was. You would have to work through this. You couldn’t cost the production money by delaying the shot. 

“Rolling… Action!”

Luckily this was a quieter scene between the two of you. It was more of an intimate moment between lovers afraid of the future. He was supposed to show concern and compassion for you as you told him how you didn’t know if this business was going to be good for him. You were scared for him. He grabbed you by the hips leaving a tingling sensation where he touched you last. You let out a breath and stared into his eyes lovingly. You hid your physical pain in the emotional as you looked up to his face. Your height difference was astounding. He loved that about you too. He never said anything about it but you could tell by the smirk he had on his face whenever you were this close to him. He smelled amazing to you, you always had a weakness for guys who smelt enchanting. But then again he was enchanting all by himself. 

“Remember what I told you when I got into this? Don’t worry about me, I know what I’m doing.” He tried to reassure you. He held a sparkle in his eye talking about doing the thing he loved, boxing. 

“It’s just hard to watch them hit you.” You admitted with a furrowed brow. That furrowed brow was from the migraine. He knew it too. His eyes flashed with a deeper level of concern than written in the script. He placed his hand on your cheek causing you to close your eyes. When you opened them again he was still standing there but you couldn’t see through the blurry vision that taken over your sight. There was a visible layer of panic. Miles caught on to you. He steadied you and noticed your eyes reacting slower than normal. The pressure from the headache causing a delayed response as they glazed over. Quickly he grabbed you and pulled you into his body. You nestled your head in the crook of his neck letting your body relax. The physical touch was aiding you momentarily with the amount of pain you were in. The pounding in your head causing you to become extremely nauseous. You wanted to throw up at any moment. Honestly you wanted to lie down in a cold, dark room for all eternity to come. 

Two and a half excruciating hours later and you found yourself on the floor of your apartment panting. You were trying to get to the bed but haven’t managed to get that far. You could only manage it by audibly moaning at this point. When your head pounded you felt it in your throat and it was hard to breathe. There was short knock at the door. Luckily you were already close to the entrance from your adventurous trip to the kitchen for some water. You were crawling on your knees because you couldn’t stand to walk right now. The pain made you almost pass out every time you stood on your feet. You reached for the handle as well as you could failing on your first try. The door opened revealing you out of breath and collapsed in front of the doorway. 

“What the fuck? Are you ok?” Miles was clearly thrown off. He had never seen you this bad before. 

“Quiet voices. Can’t walk. Hurts.” You said in short bursts your raspy voice carrying the point across. He put the box of pizza down on the kitchen counter and returned to you. Carefully he scooped your body into his arms and carried you to bed in your room. The tv was running softly as he looked at you to make sure you were comfortable. You laid there with closed eyes. “Thanks” you mumbled. It was all you were capable of at the moment. 

“I brought pizza.” He said softly. 

“Oh that’s sweet but it’s kind of hard for me to eat right now.” You told him honestly. You didn’t want to hurt his feelings for such a sweet gesture. 

“Alright then, I brought pizza for myself.” He chuckled, “got any beer?” 

“In the fridge” you croaked. He returned moments later getting himself settled in to the chair next to your bed. “What are you doing?” You were genuinely confused. 

“There’s a Phillies game on” he shrugged before changing the channel. He ate his pizza and drank beer while quietly watching the game which was a challenge for him. He occasionally slipped up and yelled when he got too excited earning a groan from you in protest. 

“Sorry” he would apologize. 

He got you everything you asked for more pain meds, small snacks and water. He was an absolute dream to have around. 

“Miles” you moaned clutching your head. “I hate to ask this but I have to pee.” He looked at you quizzically before it clicked. You still couldn’t walk. The last time you tried you ended up running to throw up not before almost passing out on your way there. 

“S’no problem.” He smiled before getting up. Luckily it was a commercial break so he wouldn’t miss the action. The game was almost finished now and the sky had turned dark. He grabbed you gingerly placing your knees over his forearms as you clung to him. You buried your head in chest, “Jesus Monroe, your hands are freezing.” He shivered through a stifled laugh. Your hand had accidentally brushed against his bare skin on his shoulder blades. You ran your hands further down just to tease him causing him to nearly drop you. “Evil. Pure evil.” He teased before turning his back and leaving you to relieve yourself. A few short moments later he heard his name being called. He opened the door to find you lying on your back on the rug by the sink. You were squinting and out of breath. “You’re a right fucking mess you know that?” He chuckled. His smile was so light and genuine it made you feel unbelievably seen. “Aren’t you glad your stuck with for two more months?” You smiled through closed eyes. “We still have press tours don’t forget that Monroe Stacy. You’re stuck with me.” He joked as he placed you back under the covers. 

You weren’t sure how or when it happened. But at some point you must’ve fallen asleep. When you woke you found him slumped in the chair. Your head felt clear, a welcome change from the painful cloudiness you experienced for so long yesterday. As you rolled over you took in the fact that he had cared enough to stay with you. He went beyond the script. Small butterflies erupted in the pit of your stomach as he groaned and stretched his limbs. 

“Next time I get the bed.” He mumbled sleepily as he rubbed his eyes. 

You laughed, “Good morning.” The light shone through the blinds igniting the hidden pigments in his brown eyes. He flashed you a cocky smile. “And we’re off.” You thought to yourself

#miles teller #miles teller request #miles teller x oc #miles teller x reader #miles teller x actress reader

[plushpinkfox]

ok fine

so i know i already did a whole "i'm so excited about this!!" post but i wanted to flesh one out a little bit more now that we're down to less than six hours till the movie releases.

i think i first picked up a copy of the school for good and evil in 2015, but it could have been earlier. i found it on the shelves of my local library while i was still in middle school, and i was TRANSPORTED. and every time i open a copy nowadays, i can still remember that feeling.

i remember being so invested in the initial twist. i remember my heart racing while i read through the trial by tale. i remember a big smile on my face when agatha realized she was beautiful all along. i remember getting so excited and wiggling around while i read the ball proposal scene. i remember putting my book down in shock as sophie and agatha disappeared.

and most of all, i remember the girls. i remember identifying with both of them: sophie's pathological need to be loved and agatha's incredible lack of self-confidence. but also, how much they did ultimately love each other, despite their whole fairytale trying to pull them apart.

so i bought all the books (even red school! a terrible sacrifice). and i made an account on the website. and i watched entv videos. and i wrote goodreads reviews. and i waited, patiently, as did so many others, for news of the universal pictures project to finally follow through on the rights they purchased. when the netflix announcement came through, i celebrated. i made friends with kate in august of 2020 and we've been talking ever since. i became mutuals with soman chainani on twitter and spoke to him with the golden ticket contest. i made a tumblr fan account and accidentally helped shut down the entire forum section of the sge website. i made analysis posts and promised to make more that i just completely forgot about. and i had such a damn good time doing it all.

hearing the netflix news was so exciting and it hasn't stopped since. we are FINALLY at the end of the road for the first film. to be frank, i couldn't care less if it does well critically. i think paul feig put his all into making an adaptation that caters to what the fans want to see. i think the cast tried their hardest to emulate the characters we all know and love. i think this movie looks absolutely gorgeous, and i am so excited to see all the cringe and camp and camaraderie and care that comes from it. i am so excited to see the culmination of the last seven-odd years of fandom devotion that i have been waiting for.

this isn't a "last post" sort of deal, but i feel like this is the end of an era so to speak. maybe we'll get movies in the future, and i'll come right back here and get to make this whole dramatic speech again. maybe soman will continue the series somehow in more corny ways and i'll get to rag on those for years to come. maybe i'll outgrow it all and abandon this account and never come back! (not today, but someday i suppose). in the meantime, i will just enjoy this moment. i will get back to you with movie feedback after i am done watching it at 3am est.

with love.

#i am genuinely so excited to see this film #i have been talking about it all day to anyone who would listen #sge #school for good and evil #sge movie #school for good and evil movie

[freakingoutthesquares]

Photo 2012 from similar interview (via Ralph's twitter).

Russell Senior and Ralph Parmar (aka Ralph Razor) wrote a musical about the UK Miners' Strike of 1984-85 called Two Tribes, featuring the hits of the day. They started before the Pulp reunion of 2011 and picked it up in earnest in 2012 through to 2013.

Obviously it never came to pass and I suppose there are many reasons things didn't work out. Afterall, they (Russell & Ralph together with various volunteers) worked hard on it and had it virtually ready to go by 2013 - judging by the information on the official TT84 and Ralph's personal twitter feeds. There was even a behind the scenes documentary being filmed. Then nothing.

In Russell's 2015 autobiography, he referred to it all as ill advised.

Info on the TT84 twitter stops in 2014, the year the film 'Pride' is released - and an announcement that there is a west end theatre musical based on the movie in the pipeline.

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WHEN TWO TRIBES GO TO WAR, A MUSICAL’S ALL THAT YOU CAN SCORE

13 Feb 2012

You might be forgiven for thinking that the UK in the eighties was filled with trench coat wearing yuppies, hanging out in trendy wine bars, yelling into ridiculously large mobile phones. You could even subscribe to the 'Noel Gallagher School of Ill-Conceived Interview Quotes', that it was all “very colourful and progressive”. You might even think that Thatcher was actually Meryl Streep.

Of course, the reality wasn't actually any of those scenarios, particularly if you were based in a mining community in the north of the country. Less 'upwardly mobile', industrial towns north of the Watford Gap and in Wales were literally fighting for their livelihoods, living hand to mouth, desperately trying to stop the singlehanded destruction of their communities by the government of the day.

Russell Senior might be best known as a founding member of Pulp, but along with the knowledge of how it feels to headline Glastonbury, he also has hands on experience of what the Miner's Strike was like to live through. Returning to Sheffield after University, he took an active role in the strikes as a Flying Picket.“Thatcher’s Britain was a savage place and we had seen the steel industry taken apart in a vindictive way,”he tells us,“My father was one of many who had been made redundant and I was unemployed. So when the miner’s strike came along, it seemed like finally someone was standing up for themselves.” “I heard on the radio that there was a big picket at Orgreave coking plant, so I walked the six miles from my house and witnessed first hand the brutality of the police. But when I went home and watched it on the news, the events of the day had been portrayed in a completely distorted way.

“I went to NUM headquarters on Vicar Lane and basically ‘volunteered’. It was a hotbed of activity and these big characters like Mick McGarthy (the Scottish miner’s leader) and Dennis Skinner were there. Nobody asked me for any credentials, so basically I blagged my way backstage into the situation room of the miner’s strike. And they were open friendly characters, not above exchanging a few words with a young lad.

“There was a big demo in Mansfield and they took me on the NUM bus sat behind Arthur Scargill. So I got something of a birds-eye view and was lucky enough to be at quite a number of the key demos and meetings during the strike, even accidentally ending up stood on the podium at one. And the miners were just open and friendly. I was just a kid tagging along, I don’t suppose I was really supposed to be there but nobody asked me to bugger off, probably assumed that I had some function. Later on I was one a group of radicals who went out in the middle of the night on ‘flying pickets’ and saw the kind of stuff that went on when there were no cameras there. So during the strike there was no week in which I wasn’t a witness to some of the key events including, the very poignant and dignified march back to work.”

As a witness to the reality of the strikes, those events have clearly stuck with Senior, however almost thirty years on, Russell's choice of media to convey the events might seem a little offbeat. Together with Ralph Razor, who's initial idea was the inspiration for the project, the Miner's Strike now sits alongside such subjects as the music of Abba and Queen as an all singing, all dancing, bona fide musical. Unconvinced? You aren't alone, initially, neither was Senior. “It started off as one of those ‘crazy ideas that might just work’.” Ralph says,“I liked the playful juxtaposition of the industrial grittiness with throwaway pop hits, but when I thought about it, I realised that the strike was a very dramatic time in history and it has a real revolutionary glamour about it. I mentioned it to a few friends who seemed to think that it could work, and they encouraged me to give it a go. I decided to approach Russell to see if he was interested in a collaboration, as I was aware that he had been active during the strike, and also I figured that his time spent as a musician wouldn’t do any harm either. I sent him an email briefly outlining the idea and his reply was, “This is a ridiculous idea, and I want no part of it”. He later relented and told me that “the sheer absurdity of the idea has won me over’” and he offered to meet up for a chat so that he could act as a “sceptical sounding board for the ideas... to save me making a complete fool of myself”.”

Within a couple of months, a draft of the first act was ready, but with the reformation of Pulp last year, the aptly christened 'Two Tribes' had to take a bit of a backseat for a while.“Going back to my old job took a year out of the play,” Senior tells us,“but now I’m back on it full-time.” Just in time, it seems, as the world premiere, or at least an act of the play, will be taking place at this year's Tramlines Festival in Sheffield – as Senior jokes, it's now“full steam ahead”. And whilst the musical's natural home might be in north, hopes are high that the show will tour further afield;“Sheffield is a great place to launch it. For a start, we are based here, and secondly the surrounding area is so steeped in the history of the strike it wouldn’t feel right to debut it elsewhere.” Ralph concurs,“However from there, we plan to take it as far as it can go; I suppose the dream would be to take it on tour, do the West End, Broadway and then turn it into a film or a TV mini-series.”

Whilst the production is very much, as Russell describes it,“a local play for local people”, our hopes of seeing Alex Turner donning a red wig and making jazz hands are systematically dashed by Ralph.“We’re trying to avoid the cheesy cameos at this stage,” he confirms, “so we won’t be trying to get Phil Oakey into a donkey jacket, or drafting in former members of Menswe@r to be extras in the battle of Orgreave”.There's still hope that Scargill will burst into song though, as we're warned by Senior to be“careful what you wish for...”

Combining the events of the strikes with the popular hits of the day comes with it's own constraints; whilst we'd all like to believe that Joy Division and The Smiths soundtracked the life of the average man, the truth is that the mass populous was more likely to be found whistling the Birdie Song and slow dancing to the strains of Renee and Renato (ask your Dad). Keeping with the 'everyman' theme might have provided it's own challenges, as Senior tells us he“hates all the songs in the play”,but it's not a view shared by Ralph, who states that keeping to the period aesthetic has“made it easier. All the songs that we have included would have been in the public domain at the point in which the scene takes place, so if a scene takes place in March 1984, we can use songs from that month, the month before, the year before, but not from anytime after that point. Certain tracks have been discarded, or not used for a particular scene, on that basis.” This attention to detail would directly lead our new favourite playwrights to the surprising inclusion of Black Lace on the soundtrack. “‘Agadoo’ was a massive hit in 1984, and would have been played at pretty much every single Working Mens Club party across the land that year, so it makes perfect sense to include it, although the scene in which we use it is possibly the darkest scene of the entire play. We don’t want to give the game away too much, but there is a scene in which four miners in the shower sing ‘Girls Just Wanna Have Fun’.”

If all this leads you to fear that the subject matter is being treated lightly in any way, you can rest assured, that absolutely will not be the case. Perhaps we've never needed to consider the events of that period more – with high unemployment, public sector cuts, and the country in a deep recession, and the need to fully understand the implications of the strike was one of main motivations of both Razor and Senior. As Ralph says,“when Thatcher gets the Hollywood treatment, you know it’s the right time to launch an independent home grown drama about the Miner’s Strike...”.As we find ourselves in a similar economical and political climate, it's only with a bit of distance that we can truly begin to evaluate our history;“Chairman Mao was once asked what he thought about the French Revolution,”Ralph considers,“his reply was that it was too early to tell.” “At the time of embarking, it seemed like it might be a bit of a bit of a hard sell,” Senior admits,“but in a post-kettling world, a lot of young people will find it something they can relate to. The time feels very right.”

#Shame this musical never took off #ralph razor #russell senior #pulp #interview #80s #politics #miners #miners strike

[tellthemeerkatsitsfine]

Okay, I’ve been writing tonight about the new season’s lineup announcement because I’d been waiting weeks to do that, but here’s my wrap-up of what just ended. Spoilers for the Taskmaster season 14 finale:

- It snuck up on me a bit, but I think when I look back on this with a little perspective, Dara O’Briain is going to be among my favourite ever Taskmaster contestants. He was everything I want in that show. Competitive, good at it, and prone to losing his mind. You don’t get all three in one person much. You get competitive and losing their minds, of course, but normally, the mind losing makes a contestant less successful. Even someone like Ed Gamble, who did win, fucked up a lot. Stats aside (I support the Jack Bernhardt project in principle because I support anyone who gathers lots of numbers about things that do not matter, but really, there are lots of good reasons why even the best “points per task” system is not a good way to compare contestants from different seasons, because the style of judging varies so much), Dara O’Briain was a stronger contestant overall than Ed Gamble, and than almost everyone they’ve ever had. They’ve had effortlessly good contestants before, like Liza Tarbuck. Noel Fielding, whom I’m convinced was far more competitive than he ostensibly let on, but he didn’t wear his competitiveness on his sleeve the way Dara did.

- Having said that stuff about stats, I have to admit I went to the Forbidden Website briefly tonight and thre’s some good stuff on Jack Bernhardt’s Twitter, based on tonight’s results.

- I’ve said before that the Dara O’Briain/John Kearns dynamic, as a sort of popular kid at school who really wants to win this gym class game/unathletic kid who got put on their team and is just trying to not fuck up so badly that said popular kid gets mad at them, is my favourite storyline of this season. That was perfectly encapsulated by John asking Dara if he had “Frank Sinatra” eyes and Dara saying “Shut up”. I laughed so hard. Classic Taskmaster moment.

- Joint losers was a hilarious way to end this season. I of course was counting points in my head throughout the finale to see if Sarah would pull ahead of Dara (thought it didn’t matter, since in the end she didn’t come close), but I wasn’t paying too much attention to how close it was at the bottom. When they first announced that there was a tie there, I thought it would be John and Munya. But it wasn’t! Early in the season – too early, really – I announced my support for Munya Chawawa as the winner, and he did, in fact, manage to not come last!

- Even if they did not end up being the joint losers, if John and Munya don’t get some sort of television show together after this, then I don’t know what the fuck we’re even doing here.

- The sports team I coach has a lot of athletes from various bits of the Middle East and Northern Africa, and a couple from Central Africa, but this whole season had really made me wish I had just one from Zimbabwe, or even anywhere else in that area, so I could run Munya’s claims by them. It would be funny if it turned out that like 1.5 of them were actually somehow true.

- God, Fern Brady is perfect. She did remain tired throughout the whole season. We know that, because the final task was partly from their first day of filming and partly from their last day of filming, and she was tired in both. Most tired contestant in Taskmaster history.

- The grape task! The NZ grape task! But with more loopholes, unless NZ had loopholes we never saw. I think they picked the perfect things to bring over from NZ this season – grape task, sabotage, milk jug task. They’re absolutely right, that’s the best of it. Well, that and the diss tracks, but Fern had that covered without the producers even planning for it.

- Going into the season, the only one I didn’t know relatively well was John Kearns. I did know that he was supposed to be a big comedian’s comedian, that he’s all over the festival circuit and won all the Edinburgh awards, and all the comedians who talked about this lineup said we should all watch out for the great John Kearns. All I’d seen him do was die during a Catsdown Dictionary Corner bit in a way that comedians rarely die on panel shows, that’s not normally a tough crowd, but his stuff really did not work there. However, I have to admit that the comedians were right. The Edinburgh awards people were right. Fucking brilliant. Hilarious on Taskmaster, but in a way that you can see how that can translate to any setting. By watching the way he stares at Greg for exactly the right amount of time before breaking, I think I can see how his timing on stage would take an audience apart. I get it now. I have been converted to the doctrine of lauding John Kearns.

- Seriously, have I mentioned how fucking awesome Dara was on there?

- I think another thing that will endure, even once some time passes and I have perspective, is that fucking theatre task. Sarah’s play was brilliant. Dara’s play was brilliant. Fern’s play would have been awesome on any other season, competing against anything but Sarah and Dara’s plays. Dara’s performance of John’s play was genuinely, unironically, beautiful. Someone needs to give him some acting work now that his old job has run out. Also Munya was there.

That song task might go down in history too. Not even Munya fucked that one up. Everyone was genuinely brilliant.

- I love that Sarah Millican went on the panel show that’s meant to separate the persona from the person, bring out the human behind it and show us who they really are, and what we learned is that Sarah Millican really is exactly who she plays on stage. Lovely.

[storiesforallfandoms]

i choose you ~ ariana grande

word count: 1611

request?: yes!

“Can you do a story where the female reader is on The Voice and she chooses Ariana as her coach and they get kinda hot and heavy”

description: when she went on the voice, she expected her dreams to come true. what she didn’t expect was to fall in love with her famous coach

pairing: ariana grande x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

When you signed up for The Voice auditions, you were already nervous enough. But then it was announced that Ariana Grande, your all time favorite musician, had joined the judging panel and your nervousness went through the roof. Part of you was considering backing out as to save yourself from embarrassment.

Instead, you found yourself stood backstage, waiting for your turn to go on stage. You were shaking so bad you weren’t even sure if you’d be able to properly sing.

When they called for you to take the stage, you took a deep breath and swallowed your nervousness. Now was the time, you couldn’t back out.

To your surprise, two of the judges turned their chairs for you: John Legend and Ariana herself. It was a no brainer.

“I choose Ariana.”

Getting to hug Ariana Grande already felt like a dream come true.

After getting through the few rounds after the auditions, you finally found yourself alone with Ariana. You were waiting for her for your practice that day. She was supposed to be joining you to tell you what song she had chosen for you to sing for the upcoming live show.

You were pacing the room, your anxiousness growing, when Ariana entered the room.

“Sorry I’m late,” she said as she hurried into the room, taking long strides in her signature knee high heels.

“It’s alright,” you responded. “What song did you choose for me?”

She smiled at you, which made you feel dizzy but in a good way. “Eager, I like it. I know this is going to sound self centered, but I chose my own song, Positions, for you to sing.”

You leaned against the piano in the middle of the practice room and raised an eyebrow at her. “It’s not self centered, although I’d love to hear the explanation for your choice.”

Ariana stood on the other side of the piano, mirroring your position. You realized how close the two of you were to one another and had to stop yourself from moving away from her.

“You have a soft voice,” she explained. “I could easily give you some powerhouse song and try to impress everyone with your voice, but that’s not how I want to do this. I want to play into your vocal strengths. So, my plan is a simple yet ‘wow’ worthy song like Positions, and the more vocal practice you get, the more we’ll work up to the other songs.”

You nodded, although you had to think over her words for a second. “Do you think I’ll eve get far with a soft voice?”

“You got this far already.”

“Yeah, but that’s cause of you.”

She reached across the piano and took your hands in hers. You jumped in surprise at the action, but she ignored your reaction. “(Y/N), you’re already a fan favorite, but besides that you have an amazing voice. You’re going to go far, I believe in you.”

You smiled at her. Your eyes drifted down to her hands still over yours. You expected her to pull away from you, but she just smiled and kept her hands there for another moment.

You started your practice with some vocal warm ups before going right into the song. You sang it all the way through for Ariana once so she could hear what you needed work on and target those things to specifically work on. You were nervous enough as it was to sing in front of her (even if you had done it multiple times before), but to sing one of her own songs in front of her was even more nerve wracking.

The first go through of the song was a bit rough to say the least. Ariana blamed it on the nerves, but a voice inside of you kept telling you that it was just you not being good enough at singing. Every time she tried to give you direction, you still struggled to meet it. You started to feel humiliated, especially knowing everything was being filmed for the show.

Eventually you gave up and slumped down on a chair. Ariana sighed and sat down next to you. You couldn’t meet her eye as you drank from the water bottle you had with you.

“It’s not that bad,” she assured you.

“I sound terrible,” you sighed. “I don’t know what’s going on, it’s not like I haven’t sang one of your songs before. I just...I’m not meeting expectations right now.”

“You say that as if I have any expectations of you.” When you looked over at her, she was grimacing. “Okay, that sounded meaner than I meant it to. What I meant is I don’t have these crazy expectations that I want you to meet. I just want you to feel comfortable and confident with yourself, not that you have to sing the absolute best you’ve ever sang before in order to impress me, the other judges, or people watching at home.”

“Isn’t that what the point of the show is, though?” you asked.

“The point of the show is to showcase people’s talents, and that’s what we’re gonna do for you.”

You appreciated the pep talk, but you really weren’t feeling it right now. You kept worrying that you were going to completely blow it the night of the actual live show, and that was the last thing you wanted to do. You didn’t want Ariana to regret choosing you for her team, and deciding to have you stay throughout the entire competition thus far.

“Alright, let’s approach the song from this angle,” she said. “What does Positions mean to you?”

You looked up at her with slight confusion. “Like...the meaning of it?”

“Sort of. Obviously every song does have a specific meaning behind it, but it’s like they say: art is open to interpretation. What’s your interpretation of the song? What do you think of when you hear it?”

You took a moment to consider the lyrics of the song. You thought back to the first time you ever heard it, and how you felt when it was first released.

“It has a double meaning when I think about it,” you said. “It’s about loving someone so much that you’re willing to do things you wouldn’t normally do for them, and about being very open to switching between the positions in a relationship for them. Which, I guess is the literal meaning, but there’s no other way I really view the song when I hear it.”

“I mean, there’s a sexual meaning too, but I like yours better. It’s a lot more wholesome,” she joked. “Okay, with that in mind let’s run through the song again, but this time picture yourself with someone that makes you feel that way.”

You were skeptical, but you decided to try it. You stood again and closed your eyes, trying to block out the room around you and just focus on the song. You channeled the feeling you associated with the song and found yourself thinking about singing it to Ariana, but in a more intimate setting. You pictured yourself with her in a romantically lit room, serenading her over champagne and some food.

You knew it was wrong of you to view your coach this way, especially your coach who was much more famous than you and definitely would never view someone like you in that way, but you couldn’t help it. Your feelings for Ariana had evolved from just enjoying her music to actual feelings the more time you got to spend with her. You knew you’d never actually admit it to her, or to anyone for that matter, but that thought alone made your heart ache. You wished you actually had a chance to be with her.

It did make you sing a bit better, though. You could hear in your voice that you were more confident, and you couldn’t help but smile to yourself, both at the fantasy world you were imagining and at the fact that it was helping your singing abilities.

When you finished, Ariana gave you a standing ovation. You opened your eyes and smiled at her.

“That was amazing!” she said, standing to approach you. “See, I told you it would work!”

You didn’t know how to respond, you just kept smiling at her. You were so proud of yourself, you didn’t think it could get any better.

That was, until Ariana’s lips were suddenly on yours.

You weren’t sure if you were still in your fantasy world or if this was actually happening. It took you a while to realize you weren’t dreaming and to start kissing her back. Probably a bit too late, as she pulled away from you just as you were relaxing into her touch.

“Sorry, I got a bit carried away I think,” she said, a slight tinge of pink on her cheeks.

“Don’t be sorry,” you told her. “I...I don’t mind that it happened.”

“Really?”

Your words were caught in your throat, so you just nodded instead. Her smile was so bright that it could’ve lit up the whole room if it were completely dark.

“Wait,” you said, “what about the cameras?”

Ariana looked around at them and shrugged. “I’ll get the producers to delete the footage. We’ll keep this our little secret until after the finals.”

“Wait...you mean you wanna...?” You trailed off, but she understood what you were saying.

“Only if you’re okay with that.”

Once again you were at a loss for words. You just nodded your head quickly.

“Okay. That’s something to think about after rehearsals. Let’s go through the song once more, shall we?”

#ariana grande #ariana grande imagine #ariana grande x reader #imagine #one shot #request #fanfiction #fanfic #fandom

[theepisceswriter]

Caught/Nearly caught having sex in public w/ AOT characters ( Eren, Reiner, Armin, )

A/N: I’m going through the final stage of grief after reading ch 139 and that stage is horniness so now I’m bestowing that upon all of you. Shoutout to my faithful stoned thot anon for requesting this !

Synopsis: I think the title is pretty self explanatory, but having sex in public with your partner and getting caught, or nearly getting caught, by someone.

TW: typos because once again I don’t proof read, fembodied!reader, public sex obviously, mature things,, breeding kink for Reiner , voyeurism (is that what it’s called? Idk!) for Armin, 18+, MINORS DNI

EREN JAEGER: At the club

Only Eren could convince you to even step foot into a public, let alone a CLUB, restroom. Only he could convince you to sit on the seat of a toilet that he shittily put a protect film over and watched as he knelt on the seemingly clean floor, head disappearing underneath your dress and long locks leaking through the bottom hem of your dress as he worked your underwear off. Don’t get it wrong, you were just as aroused and worked up as he was. The slow whine of his body against yours on the dance floor had you going crazy, mind hazy with lust and everyone else around you disappearing but you, him, and the sensual sensation of your arms roaming each other’s body.

If you were able to you would’ve let him take you right then and there in the middle of the floor in front of all those people. The thought of your knees scraping against the tiled floor with each thrust of Eren’s hips behind you as you clutched the bottom of your dress for support, everyone stopping and staring to watch the show you two were putting on, really made an abundance of wetness cumulate against the top of your thighs closest to your cunt. Because, of course, an ending with his cock stuffing you full was never inevitable whenever the two of you went on date nights.

“I have you trained so good that you don’t even wrest underwear anymore when you go out with me? God, you’re so desperate for me baby it’s almost pathetic.” He would speak from underneath your dress, blowing the warm breath of his mouth against your clit, enjoying the way your hips bucked up against him out of want and he hadn’t even given you his tongue yet. Finally, he indulges you; the warmth of his tongue mixed with the occasional shocks of coldness from the metallic stud in his tongue has you forgetting that you’re in a public area for a moment.

You use your teeth to try and hold in your moans, biting them back just incase anyone else is lingering outside the door of the bathroom or in one of the other stalls. But the loud slurping coming from Eren is enough to let anybody know what’s going on. Still, you couldn’t bring yourself to do it. Too embarrassed at the thought of someone walking in on you like this; cheeks flushed, dress hiked up around your thighs, and your breasts barely restrained by your dress.

“If you keep biting back your moans I will stop completely and leave you in this bathroom to take care of yourself.” As if his words weren’t enough encouragement to finally get you moaning out his name, the feeling of his long index and middle finger slipping into you definitely made a surprised gasp leave your lips. His name falling from your lips soon after.

“Yeah, that’s it baby. Let them know who’s in this stall making you feel this good.”

Too good because even if you wanted to try you couldn’t hold your moans back anymore. That familiar coil in your stomach was getting tighter and tighter with each thrust of his fingers and it only encouraged Eren to move them faster, tongue continuing to lick long stripes up your clit. This bathroom stall was your heaven right now.

“I’m so close, I’m so close, I’m so-“

“Oh my god, I’m so sorry!”

And just like that your orgasm was ruined. An innocent girl looking to release the drinks that have been building up in her uterus just had to be the one to walk in on you two. Not to mention the fact that Eren never locked the fucking door of the bathroom. He gets from under your dress immediately, cheeks and chin covered with your juices and his eyes filled with remorse. “I’m sorry, babe. I was too caught up in the moment to lock the door when we first got in here.”

That did nothing to help with your embarrassment.

REINER BRAUN: In a public pool

Did you guys know that having sex in a pool or hot tub increases your chances of getting pregnant? Because Reiner the breeder absolutely knew that and it’s exactly what his mind went to after only a couple minutes of being in the jacuzzi with you. It was supposed to be a relaxing late night date night for the two of you, but now he had other plans.

His mind was already swimming with thoughts of you bouncing on his cock up and down the moment he saw you in your swimsuit, so this random thought popping into his head only added fire to the fuel. He was hungry for you and the way he swooped you into his arms and placed you on his lap, bulge poking out against your ass, let you know exactly what he was thinking.

“Babe, there’s people in the apartments surrounding us!”

“They’re not paying any attention to us. Please, I need to feel you so bad right now. It’ll be quick plus it’s like 10 at night 🥺” There’s no resisting those hazel hues once he pulled out those puppy dog eyes and though you didn’t want to admit it, there was something thrilling about the thought of one of your neighbors glancing out of their windows to look at the night sky; only to see you getting pounded behind by Reiner in the jacuzzi at the public pool.

You didn’t even need to give him any verbal confirmation. You did your talking through your actions, reaching behind you and pulling the fabric of your bikini bottoms to the side. The tip of his cock already pressing at your entrance and entering you with ease with help from the water surrounding the two of you. Everything felt so warm and relaxing, even the bubbles from the hot tub surrounding your clit added a new sensation that had your eyes rolling to the back of your head.

Reiner was on cloud nine his own Damn self, hips snapping up against yours at a pace that had him groaning with each thrust. The thought of his seed filling you in no time, let alone in a public place like this, really getting him going. Water splashing around the two of you from the force of this thrusts.

“Fuck, my load is going to be so big I can feel it already and you’re going to get every last drop of it deep inside of you. Going to make you so nice and plump in a couple of months. You want a Braun? I’ll give you however many you want.”

He really knew what to say, his words always coaxing you into your orgasm and a state of pleasure that you were positive was on the borderline of subspace. Sex with Reiner was an otherworldly experience on its own, but the effects that this hot tub had on the two of you and the possibility of someone watching from their window had the two of you approaching your orgasms faster than expected. Reiner was the first one to reach his. His load emptying inside of you like promised and your plush walls gripping at his twitching cock, milking him for all he had as your orgasm followed his only seconds later.

Per usual, the two of you remained in the position instead of pulling out immediately to reserve the cum inside of you like Reiner always liked to do. Just basking in that afterglow of sex and the relaxing waves of the hot tub.

It was the rattling of a flashlight against bars that brought the two of you out of your tranquil states and let the reminder that the two of you were still in public relish in. You moved off of him at the speed of light and adjusted your bikini so you were covered up once more. One glance over at Reiner and you saw him stuffing himself back into his swim trunks before diverting his attention over to the gate like you.

“The pool is closed. You two need to leave.”

“S-Sorry! We’ll be on our way!” You announced with red cheeks, hopping out of the water despite the wobbly feeling in your legs, Reiner following not too far behind.

Definitely not the last time the two of you were having jacuzzi sex.

ARMIN ARLET:  between the shelves at the library

When you first met your blonde haired blue eyed boyfriend you never expected him to be as freaky as he was. You expected him to be shy, quiet, and wanting you to take the lead 90% of the time but it was nothing like that. It was like he switched to a completely different Armin when he got in the mood and you don’t know which one he switch to today, but you hoped to see more of the Armin who suggested that the two of you fuck between bookshelves in the library.

Now here you were; skirt bunched up around your thighs, shirt & bra both pulled down so Armin could stuff one of your nipples into his mouth to muffle his moans against, and your thighs slapping against his bare ones as you rode him on the floor of the Greek Mythology and Norse section. His hips bucking and rolling up into yours in a way that he knew made you whimper and whine, a teasing gesture knowing that you couldn’t do any of those two things right now. But still you took your chance and let out a muffled whimper, making his eyes go wide and mouth popping off of your nipple in an instant. His hand is quick to go over your mouth with a roughness that keeps you from letting out a breath that was too loud.

He couldn’t even whisper in your ear to mess with you like he wanted to, nor could either of you move your hips too fast and cause a lot of noise because you could hear a penny drop in this library. It was a Friday night which meant hardly anyone was in it, but still a few people were scattered out along in the medium sized building. Not to mention the nosey librarian who always spies on you two when you were in her view. All you could do was throw your head back in pleasure, hips rolling down harder into his to heighten the pleasure you were already feeling.

It was the rough padding of Armin’s thumb on your clit that sent your eyes shooting open and once they did you were met with the sight that you would never expect; a peeping Tom looking at the two of you from gaps that they had created in the bookshelf surrounding you two purposefully. With a loud gasp you hurried off of Armin, pulling your shirt up and adjusting your skirt with a quickness that had him confused and scared.

“Did I do something you didn’t like? I-I’m sorry I should’ve asked before I touched your clit.” Poor baby thinks it’s something that he did, but you’re quick to tell him about the unwarranted peeping Tom that gave you the creeps that had since disappeared. He was livid, ready to go after the man and possibly swing a punch or two his way, but it was your reminding of him that the two of you were indeed in a public place and couldn’t do much about it that calmed him down. Plus, you wouldn’t admit it out loud but the thought of someone watching the two of you that whole time kind of turned you on even more.

#I envision the peeping Tom for the Armin one to be Bertholdt just because #aot x reader #attack on titan x reader #aot imagines #aot smut #attack on titan smut #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger smut #reiner braun x reader #reiner braun smut #armin arlet smut #armin arlet x reader #Spicy.

[celestialrry]

nerves

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HELLLLO IM WRITING THIS INTRO AND POSTING THIS WHILE FALLING ASLEEP SO ILL POST ALL THE DETAILS ADN ADD THIS TO MU MASTERLIST LATER I LOVE TOU ALL THANK YOU FOR FOLOWING AND REBLOGGIN KISSES FOT YOU ALL (this is like right after release of hs1 harry I think hope you enjoy mwah)

summary: Actress!Y/N goes onto a talk show, and the host has a surprise for her.

warnings: cursing, kinda sorta an anxiety attack?

Y/N was nervous.

This would only be the 5th talk show she’s ever gone on alone after being in the spotlight for a few years when her acting career took off. She started off with indie films and soon made her way to the red carpet, working with esteemed actors and actress’s she could only ever dream of meeting. It was pure bliss.

Of course, fame came with other struggles like hate from the media and random people on twitter, but at the end of the day she was so grateful she had the opportunity to be in the business. She loved getting into a character, finding out what makes them click, and fully emerging herself in whatever film she’s in. At the moment, she was promoting her new film, and being the lead, she had gone on a few talk show’s by herself, but they never failed to make her sick to her stomach. Having no one to turn to when it gets awkward, even not having body heat by her side in front of a live audience and a professional host made her body rack with goosebumps.

“Miss L/N?” 

Her head turned towards the door of the dressing room she had been sitting in for 15 minutes alone, trying to get her nerves down. “Yes?’ She responded flashing a forced smile to the assistant standing in the door way. “They’re ready for you.” She nodded her head and stood up, brushing the non-existent dust off her long dress and tumbled a bit on her heels to follow the assistant that was already walking towards the side stage. 

They instructed her to wait until her name was called, then walk onto stage and take a seat and have the show progress. So Y/N stood there, biting her bottom lip that was coated with clear gloss and her arms crossed around her waist, her heel covered toe tapping the floor in anticipation. 

“Now welcome our very special, and gorgeous guest, Y/N L/N!” She heard Jimmy Kimmel announce and took a short breath before stepping through the automatically opening curtains. She smiled and waved at the people sitting in the audience, happy to see people supporting her, and greeted Jimmy before taking a seat on the loveseat closest to his desk.

“Y/N! Welcome, how are you feeling tonight?” He flashed a comforting smile at her. 

She chuckled a bit due to her inability to not laugh in uncomfortable situations. “I’ll be honest with you Jimmy,” She said, adjusting herself in the seat. “M’ pretty nervous.”

“Nervous?” He asked. “Now, why would 2 time Emmy Nominee Miss Y/N L/N be nervous?” Jimmy teased.

Her eyes fell to the floor and her cheeks heated up before looking back at him. “Because,” She dragged out. “It’s always nerve-racking being on live TV.”

He just nodded and made a joke about feeling the same even though he does this every week.

“How are you feeling tonight?” She asked.

He smiled before resting his arms on his desk. “I’m feeling good, I have a surprise for you later, but I’m supposed to ask the questions now, will you let me?”

“Of course I will.” She smiled back.

Y/N met Jimmy the first year she really became “famous” and he had always been her favorite late-night talk show host just because he was never invasive or creepy. Her standards for hosts were quite low at this point. They continued on, promoting her new movie and such before he settled back in his seat. 

“So.” He said.

“So.” She said back, raising a brow.

“I hate to ask you this, but I honestly am curious myself,” He began, and her anxiety creeped up just a bit. “Now, we dug through your old interviews, and it seems in every single one, when asked if you had a celebrity crush, your answer was Harry Styles?”

She simply nodded, her cheeks heating up again, and a small smile creeping onto her face at his name. 

“I see that smile, Y/N.” Jimmy said, and she let out a laugh, her smile now wide.

“So, do you mind telling us why you like him so much, or should I say love him so much?” His brow raised.

Y/N laughed a bit more, just at her nerves, and took a breath. “Um, he’s always been such an inspiration for me to actually chase my career, I mean I knew him from when he was on X-Factor to be honest. Binged that show all the time when I was in middle school and to see a boy just 2 years older than me just go straight into being in one of the biggest boy-bands in the world was insane. He’s just so passionate about what he does and I admire him for that. Uh- from what I can tell he’s just very charming, sweet, funny, caring, and…” She trailed off her rant, biting her bottom lip just a tad.

“And?”

“He’s incredibly attractive.” She finished a smile on her face as she glanced at the floor again.

“Understandable. I think he’s a good looking man myself, met him a few times and got flustered,” Jimmy jokes before looking at Y/N. “What if I told you he was the surprise I had for you?”

Her brows furrow as she looks at the man sitting across from her. “What? Do you mean like a video-” She feels a tap on her shoulder. 

Y/N turns around, still massively confused, and then she sees him.

Harry standing in a simple black suit and white button up, only a few of the buttons actually buttoned and her jaw drops. “Hello.” He says, smiling at her.

Her eyes are wide and she looks like a dear in headlights before her face falls into her hands, elbows resting on her knees, her breath erratic. “No, this isn’t- no. He’s not here.” She says into her hands and the crowd laughs. Everyone laughs. 

“M’a bit offended you think I’m not really here, love.” Harry grins, and she pulls her face out of her shaking hands to see him.

She opens her mouth to say something and nothing comes out. 

Harry Styles, her celebrity crush since the ripe age of 14, a crush thats lasted 8 years being 22 now, and she’s only seen him on screens her entire life. “Fuck.” Was all she can say. He laughs a bit at her starstruck appearance and turns to Jimmy. “She’s not normally like this, right?”

“Right.” The host jokes, looking back at the girl on the couch, and his smile diminishes a bit. Her eyes are watering and she’s trying to keep her composure but her bottom lip is trembling and Jimmy’s now worried he’s about to have a sobbing woman on live TV.

“You okay Y/N?” Jimmy asks and her head quickly turns to him and then back to Harry. “I-fuck, I’m sorry.” She tries to laugh it off. Tries not to think about how the man she’s loved even before she knew what love truly was, was standing in front of her right now. 

“Don’t be sorry.” Harry says, slightly frowning but trying to keep a happy face. He’s standing in front of a girl he’s adored ever since he watched her first movie, for Christs sake, and she’s silently about to break down in front of him, because of him. 

Before he can even properly introduce himself, she’s standing on her heels, wobbling a bit, and looking up at him. “Can I hug you?” She mouths, not wanting her question to be picked up on the mic on the back of her dress and before her mouth even closes he’s stepping towards her, big arms wrapping around her waist. Her arms find their way around his chest and her head is resting on his shoulder and her eyes are squeezed shut and she’s mouthing “Oh my fucking god. Oh my god.” Without realizing she’s facing the audience who laugh at her inability to not fangirl. His head dips as he hugs her, reveling in her touch, and then she’s pulling away, remembering they’re on live TV and she can give him a proper hug backstage after this is over when they don’t have to worry about appearances. 

She’s still reeling when his hands slide off her waist and he sticks his hand out and says “It’s so nice to meet you.” She takes his calloused hand in hers and says “Same to you.” Blinking away unshed tears.

“Shall we sit then?” He asks and she looks at Jimmy admiring the moment before back at Harry. “You’re staying?” She blurts out before shutting her mouth abruptly. 

“If you want me too.” He grins that grin she’s always been infatuated by and she nods, maybe too quickly. “Of course I do- yes,” She coughs. “Yeah, uh, please, let’s.”

They both plant themselves on the loveseat, Y/N taking the spot in which she was before and Harry sitting on the other end, keeping a distance between the two. She recomposes herself and sits up. Harry looks at her for a moment before looking back at Jimmy. 

“How are y’Jimmy?” He asks.

“I’m doing well, proud of myself for inviting you, you’re the one person I’ve seen make Y/N go absolutely speechless here,” Jimmy jokes and Y/N groans and smiles, leaning her top half on the arm of the chair, her face in her hands before sitting back up. “How about you, Harry?”

“M’doing well, was very excited to see Y/N here and I’d hopefully say it’s the same for her.” He smiles looking at her, dimples flashing.

“Yeah!” Her voice squeaks. “You’re right. It’s the same for me. I-” She cut’s herself off from saying she’s shitting her pants at the moment. Figuratively, of course, but it’s not very appropriate. She still can’t believe this. Twitter is going to have a field day talking about how flustered Y/N was at this moment.  

“Have something you want to say, Y/N? To Harry, more specifically?” Jimmy asks.

“Um,” She begins, locking eyes with Harry. “Did you hear, what I said, um, before you walked out here?” 

The green eyed man nods. 

Her hands start shaking again and she awkwardly laughs. “I’m sorry you heard that.” She apologizes. 

“Why are you apologizing?” Harry asks her, tilting his head and Y/N was going to pass out. “I’m glad you think all those things about me, plus, it’s a nice ego booster to hear that you think I’m ‘incredibly attractive’.” He chuckles a bit, but truthfully he was happy his celebrity crush feels the same way about him.

She just laughs back and mumbles a “Thanks.” Before Jimmy starts up a conversation about whatever was going on at the moment.

Jimmy and Harry start talking about something and Y/N nods her head and laughs when it’s appropriate but she couldn’t process anything. Her hands were interlocked, shaking in her lap, and all she could feel was Harry. Harry sitting next to her, Harry breathing next to her, Harry waving his hands around while he spoke in front of her. It was all too much. 

Suddenly his knee lightly knocked against her own. She abruptly turned to look at him, but he was still looking at Jimmy. So she assumed it was a mistake, until it happened again, and this time when her eyes looked to him, his met her’s and he gently and subtly moved closer to their thighs were touching. Y/N let the leg that was crossed over her other relax and fall to the couch, only her ankles crossed, and she swore she could hear his breath stop for a moment, but it was too quiet to be sure.

A few moments after they both had gained the courage to barely revel in each others touch, Jimmy was ending the show. Y/N doesn’t remember what she said or did before the camera cut off, she vaguely remembers waving to the audience but she’s not completely sure. 

And then it’s over- just like that.

“This was so fun Jimmy, thank you for inviting me on.” Harry said, standing up (reluctantly) and going to give Jimmy a hug. Y/N on the other hand was watching the interaction and it all hit her like a wave again. Harry fucking Styles was standing in front of her. The men both turn to her as she stands up and she gives a weak smile and mumbles “I forgot I needed to text my assistant, m’sorry I’ll be back.” before speed walking behind the curtain and booking it to her dressing room. She quickly flips the “Do Not Disturb” side of the sign on the door to show and closes the door behind her, her breathing accelerating. 

She barely makes it to the couch before bursting out in tears.

Y/N couldn’t really put a finger on whether or not they were tears of joy, sadness, embarrassment, or a combination of all 3. She’s pretty sure it’s the latter though. She slips her heels off and lies on the couch, her hands over her face with not so silent cries as she tries to calm herself. 

Meanwhile, both Harry and Jimmy sensed that Y/N wasn’t just going to text her assistant. “Do you think- do you think I said something maybe?” Harry quietly asks the late night host as they walk behind the curtain and into a quieter hallway backstage. Jimmy simply shakes his head before locking eyes with Harry. “Have you seen any of the videos where she talks about you, Harry?”

He shakes his head no and the older man pulls out his phone, doing a quick scroll of his email before finding video file and opening it. “A couple of interns here made this combination of all the times she talked about you in her interviews.”We were gonna play it as you were coming out but her manager said it would be too embarrassing.” Was the only preface Jimmy gave before clicking play.

Y/N stood in an elegant emerald colored gown just off the red carpet, all done up for her first big movie premiere. An interviewer stands in front of her, holding a mic that the woman was moving between herself and Y/N. “So Miss L/N, we need some juicy secrets from the “It-Girl” herself. Who’s your celebrity crush?” Y/N looks at the floor, a shy smile on her face as the quietly says “Harry Styles.” The interviewer’s eyes widen and she chuckles a bit. “I feel you honey, what do you like most about him?” Y/N purses her lips slightly before speaking again. “Um, everything? I think he has a really good heart.” The interviewer makes a joke about how she likes his eyes instead and Y/N laughs, but anyone could tell it was forced. 

The screen begins to play another clip. 

Y/N is sitting on a couch with her co-stars of a movie she did a year ago, dressed in a classy blush colored suit, and they’re all playing a game with some other talk show host. “Let’s see who knows Y/N the best now, shall we?” The host asks, and looks down at the cards in his hand. “Who is her celebrity crush?” And almost immediately all of her friends were jotting down their answers on a white board. “That was fast,” The host laughs, as does everyone else. “Okay everyone, flip it around.” ‘Harry Styles’ was written on every single board. “Oh my god.” She smiles wide out of embarrassment and puts her face in her hands. 

It reminds Harry of what she did when she first saw him.

“Y/N! Looks like you’re absolutely smitten with Harry Styles, aren’t you?” The host asks, and before she could even open her mouth, a co-star of hers was already speaking. “She’d play his songs in her trailer in the morning, full volume, and sing them as loud as she could. It was a good way to wake us all up.” He jokes, and everyone laughs at that. “Whenever he’d post a photo on instagram, or tweet something, I’d see tears in her eyes.” Another co-star speaks up. The audience laughs again and she looks to them. ‘I’m serious! Y/N absolutely adores him.” By this time Y/N’s face was out of her hands and she was sinking into the couch. “Are you embarrassed, Y/N/?” The host jokes “Of course not, well I didn’t want to get absolutely exposed, but I’m not embarrassed to be a fan, could never be embarrassed to be a fan of him, he’s… he’s amazing.”

The phone then fades into yet another clip.

This time, Y/N is sitting in a stool, doing the Wired Autocomplete Interview, and she tears off the second paper of the question, “Is Y/N L/N…” . “Is Y/N L/N,” she reads and the paper catches after the word “dating” is revealed. She looks up at the screen, a twinkle in her eyes as she shoots a close-mouthed smile at the camera. She turns back to the board and rips the paper off, struggling a bit and laughing, until it’s revealed. “Is Y/n L/N dating… Harry Styles”  She bursts out laughing, her free hand clutching her stomach.

Harry frowns a but at this, and he didn’t feel like thinking more about why.

 “Um,” She begins, “Sorry, I just- do I really talk about him, that much? S’a bit concerning.” She mumbles to herself. “Yeah, no, I’m not dating Harry Styles, he would never. Though, I like how people think it could be a possibility, thats quite funny. I’ll take the… hidden compliment, is that even the right phrase?”

The screen goes to another clip but Jimmy pauses it there and turns off his phone, turning to Harry. “You didn’t do anything Harry, it’s just you being here, she’s probably overwhelmed and-“

“Mr. Kimmel? Jones needs you.” Someone calls out to him down the hall and Jimmy slips his phone in this pocket and sighs. “Sorry, gotta handle this, thank you, for coming.”

“It’s okay,” Harry assures him, “Thanks for having me.” And at that Jimmy rushes down the hall in search of Jones, and Harry stands in the same spot

Harry knows how much he means to his fans, he’s seen them sob at concerts, break down at meet and greets, and when they tell him how much they love him when they run into him on the street. He knows this. But this felt different, for some reason. Maybe it was the burning feeling in his chest when she laughed off how he would never be with her, for what particular reason he has no clue (or just doesn’t want to address it), or how he couldn’t help but pop a dimple when he heard she loves his music. He wasn’t sure.

What he was sure of though, is that he needed to speak to her again, hug her for longer, actually get to know Y/N. So he walked into the main back room, walking down different halls until he came across the one that read “Dressing Room #4” and Y/N’s name scribbled in messy handwriting on the white board underneath. He knocked a little rhythm, and waited.

Y/N was still crying, to put it lightly. Maybe hyperventilating was the right word, because she was breathing quite fast, and there was a steady stream of tears flowing down her cheeks. She heard the knocks and attempted to calm herself down a bit, yelling out a “One second!” Before wiping under her eyes and walking to open the door. “Eliana,” She began, ready to wave her assistant way (not that she didn’t adore her, but Y/N needed to be alone before talking about everything), “Can you come back in like 15 minutes, I’m sorry I just need to-”

Her mouth closed when she saw Harry outside of her door, his small smile quickly fading into a frown as he took in her state. “Y/N I wanted to- are you okay?” He asked, stepping a bit closer, trying not to push any boundaries. When she didn’t respond and he saw her bottom lip quiver a bit, his chest clenched. “Can I come in? Can we talk?” He gently asked, eyes running over her puffy eyes, tear stained cheeks, and disheveled appearance. 

She nodded and he walked in, and she gently shut the door behind him. He turned around to look at her and when his eyes met her’s, she couldn’t take it anymore. She let out a gut-wrenching sob and her face fell in her hands as she shook her head. “I-I’m so sorry, I’m sorry.” She choked out and he stepped towards her, his hand coming to rest on her elbow. “Y/N, please, don’t apologize.” And without thinking he took the last step towards her and wrapped his arms around her, holding her firmly, one of his hands cradling the back of her head. Her hands fell from her face and she held him back, arms wrapping tightly around his torso yet again.

As she cried into his chest, he mumbled a soft, “Breathe for me, love.”, and she tried to get her breathing to match his own deep breathes. “I’m sorry,” Y/N says for the millionth time. “I told you to stop apologizing, Y/N, you haven’t done anything wrong.” He frowns to himself, that burning feeling in his chest again. She reluctantly pulls away, and his hands remain on her arms as her own come up to wipe the tears flowing out of her eyes. 

“You didn’t sign up to be here and have to deal with a crying fan, Harry.” Y/N sighs, finally looking up at him. 

“Hey, I came because I wanted to see you, I’ve seen your movies and I think everything you’re absolutely incredible at what you do, and when Jimmy called asking if I could come to surprise you I jumped at the chance to finally meet you. I know what I signed up for.” He says, his thumbs rubbing the skin of her arms gently.

At his words she let out another sob, her shaking hands coming up to cover her face for a moment yet again. Harry’s eyes widened, he was telling the honest truth, and he didn’t think he said anything wrong. Y/N however, was seeing in person, how king he truly was, and it was just another reality check that the Harry she’s loved for so long really is the same in real life; it was too much to handle. “Thank you,” She sniffles, looking up at him again, meeting his piercing green eyes. “I just, I’ve adored you for years, still do, and I never thought I’d meet you, even after I started getting ‘known’, I always thought you were like, too perfect to be real, and now you’re here and you’re real, and y’know when you meet a celebrity who seems so sweet in interviews and all that but they turn out to be an absolute prick? It’s not like that, you’re the same person I’ve loved over a screen, I- you’ve been my inspiration for fucking years and I don’t know. It’s just a lot.” 

Now her hands were on his arms and they stood there for a moment, just looking at each other.

“M’not perfect, Y/N.” Harry says softly. Y/n chuckles a bit, glancing to the side before meeting his eyes yet again. “I know, I know the ‘nobody’s perfect’ crap, but if you’re insistent on it, then I think you’re the closest thing there is to perfect, Harry.”

His cheeks turn pink at her confession, and a small smile weaves its way onto his face. “Thank you,” He finally says, before bringing her into another hug, this time her arms wrapped around his neck, and he bends down a bit to hold her tighter. “For everything you said, seriously, you’ve got no idea how much it means t’me.” He admits, still reveling in her touch. She slowly pulls away, noting in her head that he never seems to be the one to let go first. “Of course, wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true.” She smiles weakly, still drained from all the emotions flowing through her. He just smiles at that, before his hand drags down her arm and he hold her hand, wordlessly pulling her over to sit on the couch. 

He doesn’t let go of her hand as they sit quite close facing each other. “Do y’wanna hear a secret? It might make you feel better.” He suggests, cursing himself for being willing to do anything to see her smile fully. “I wish I could lie and say that it’s something I wouldn’t know, but I think I know a bit too much about you.” She says, letting out a small laugh, and he does too. “I promise you don’t know this.” He mumbles.

“Okay, go for it.” She says, holding his hand a bit tighter. 

“Well, after you bolted here, Jimmy showed me a few of your interviews, and I wanted to tell you that you’re my celebrity crush too.”

Her jaw drops and her eyes widen, a face that looks eerily similar to when she saw him for the first time just an hour prior. “You saw my interviews?” She gasps, her voice cracking at the embarrassment of him seeing her shamelessly confessing her love for him about a million times. It was safe to say she didn’t hear the rest of his confession.

“That’s what you’re focusing on here?” Harry laughs and raises a brow at Y/N.

“What else is there to focus on,” She groans, taking her hand out of his and burying her face into her hands yet again. “I can’t believe Jimmy showed you that, I’m never coming on this show again.” 

Harry grins, a dimple popping as he gently wraps his arms around her wrists, pulling her hands off her face. “Did y’hear what I said after that?” He asks softly, his eyes bring into her own. She shakes her head “no” in response and he takes a quick breath before telling her yet again. 

“I said, you’re my celebrity crush too. I’ve watched everything you’ve been in and I think y’are absolutely amazing, and I would be lying if I said I didn’t think you’re beautiful, inside and out.”

Y/N’s jaw drops for the thousandth time that night. 

 “You’re fucking with me.” She deadpans, her face blank and mind swimming with emotions.

He frowns and squeezes her hands. “M’not, swear to you.”

She shakes her head in denial. There’s no way she was Harry Style’s celebrity crush. Not in a million years would she ever think those words would be spoken, much less even thought of.

“You don’t believe me?” Harry asks, his head tilting a bit to the side.

“I believe tha you’re just too nice and you feel bad for me, so that’s why you’re telling me this.” Y/N admits to him, a sad smile on her face.

“Really?” He asks, letting go of her hands and bringing one of his own to his pocket. 

“Really. I appreciate it, I do, but you don’t have to try and make me feel less humiliated, I think we’ve already passed the point of no return.” Y/N says, laughing a bit.

“Mmm, okay,” He smirks. “Well that just won’t do. May I have your number?” 

She raises a brow as he pushes his phone into her hands, already pulled up on a new contact. She types in her number and “#1 fan” in the name and hand the phone back to him. Harry laughs when he sees the contact name and saves it to his phone, then putting it back in his pocket. 

“What was that?” 

“What was what?” Harry muses, a teasing glint in his eye.

She purses her lips. “Why did you just ask for my number?”

“So I can contact you of course,” Harry smiles. “How else am I supposed to set up another date with you?”

“Another?” Y/N questions, her lips turning up.

“’m a gentleman of course, would never ask you out on a first date over the phone,” Harry calmly explains. “So would you do me the honor of accompanying me to dinner tomorrow night?”

Y/n hesitates, unsure if this was still an ask out of pity. “You can meet me at my house, of course if you’re comfortable, and I’ll order us takeout to eat on my porch.” He continues, getting more exciting as he imagines how the date would go. 

“What makes you think I’d say yes?” She teases and his mouth gapes. 

“Oh fuck off.”

#I just used jimmy cause I didn't feel like making my own host up lolz #harry styles one shot #harry styles oneshot #harry styles #harrys styles imagine #harry styles fluff #harry styles fanfiction #im literally half asleep but I needed to post this tonight #harry styles x reader #harry styles x y/n

[rosiesung]

7 Days || Y.JW

for @geminirules "Just Friends" collab

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Pairing: Jungwon x Fem!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Slight Angst, Friends to Lovers AU

Words: 3.63k

Warnings: Reader calls Jungwon a dick.

Synopsis: You are dared to pretend to be in a relationship with your best friend Jungwon. Initially, you go through with the childish challenge, knowing it will be insignificant to your friendship. But as the days pass, you begin to realise your true feelings for him. Will your revelations ruin your friendship? Or will something beautiful blossom because of them?

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"I dare you to pretend like you're dating Jungwon for a whole week."

You looked at your best friend with wide eyes, a similar expression of surprise on his face. There was no way you were going to do that. It would be way too awkward.

"Come on y/n. Don't be a party pooper. It's not like you guys are going to fall in love."

Of course things wouldn't turn out that way. No matter what, nothing would change the way you saw Jungwon. He would always remain your best friend and nothing more.

Jungwon looked too embarrassed to say anything. Both of you knew it was just a dare. What was the worst that could happen?

"Fine. Starting tomorrow Jungwon's my unofficial-official boyfriend," you announced, linking your arm with his. Jungwon hid his face in his hands as everyone around you screamed and cheered. This was going to be one interesting week.

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☀︎ DAY 1 ☀︎

Since you only had to put on a show in front of your friends, you figured the best thing to do would be to hang out with Jungwon in solitude. He didn't have a problem with your plan. You both had been having playdates together ever since you were three. He was comfortable being alone with you.

Both of you met at your secret spot. A small grove behind the schoolyard. It was a place the two of you had found while skipping classes one day. Ever since then, this was where you spent time together whenever you needed some peace and quiet.

"I can't believe you actually agreed to this," Jungwon said, mindlessly plucking the grass he laid on. You sighed, staring at the row of trees beyond. "A dare's a dare. Besides, we have nothing to worry about because we don't have feelings for each other."

Jungwon sat up. "You know that we can't avoid all of them for the entire week right? They're literally planning to hang out at the cafe just so they can see us in the act." He sounded worried. There was no need to be.

"Of course I know that. So what? We'll let them see what they want to. It's not like they're going to make us kiss or something. The most we'll do is feed each other and hold hands."

Unlike Jungwon, you had already thought everything out. You knew how far to go while respecting the boundaries of your friendship. All Jungwon had to do was trust you.

He cringed in disgust at your words. "You're going to pay for landing me in this mess. We've barely even started and I already feel so miserable."

You patted his shoulder, flashing him an assuring smile. "You're not alone in your miser mister. After this is over, I'll do all your homework for you."

Jungwon laughed. "Learn how to do your own first. Then you can come and ruin mine."

~

☀︎ DAY 2 ☀︎

As Jungwon had predicted, your friends called you out to the cafe. Both of you were supposed to show up together. Jungwon met you a block away from the cafe, looking incredibly reluctant. "Are you sure you want to do this," he asked, just about ready to turn back around.

There was a determined look in your eyes. "Remember when he had to play Hansel and Gretel's parents for that play we did in preschool?" Jungwon nodded. He could never forget that day. "If we managed to get through that, we can get through this without a problem."

That made sense. Appreciative of your pep talk, Jungwon took your hand and whisked you away to the cafe.

By the time you reached your destination, both your hands were sweaty. Jungwon was just as nervous as you were. Not only because you had to pretend like you were dating, but also because your friends weren't going to miss the opportunity to tease you.

Seeing you two enter hand in hand, everyone began hooting and cheering. Jungwon's cheeks flushed almost immediately. You had to drag him towards the table you were supposed to sit at. "It's nice to see you two arriving together," one of your friends said, making space for you.

Taking a seat, you watched in horror as they placed a glass of juice with two straws in front of you both. No one had to explain what its purpose was. You glanced at Jungwon whose eyes were fixated on the glass hesitantly.

"If we get this over with now we'll be at peace," you whispered, leaning forward to place one of the straws between your lips. You looked away when Jungwon did the same, feeling the heat in his face on your cheek. You were certain you had never downed a drink so fast in your life. It didn't take long for you to finish the contents of the glass, quickly sitting back up to catch your breath. Your friends couldn't seem to get enough of the event, laughing and clapping avidly.

"You guys are so cute," some said. "Both of you would make such a nice couple in reality," said others.

Sitting there amongst your terribly evil friends, you wondered how you were going to get through the next five days with Jungwon.

~

☀︎ DAY 3 ☀︎

Your friends had invited you to another escapade at the park. You couldn't tell what they had in plan this time but you were sure it wasn't going to be enjoyable. At least this time, you and Jungwon didn't have to show up hand in hand.

When you reached the park, Jungwon was already there. Your friends beckoned you over, making you stand next to him.

"Now that our subjects have arrived, here's your to-do list. First, remain holding hands the entire time we are here. Second, Jungwon, give y/n your jacket if she starts feeling cold. Third, walk her back home and make sure you give her a nice, sweet little kiss before she goes inside."

Jungwon let out a noise of surprise. He wanted to run as far as he could and never come back. Holding your hand was fine. He had gotten used to it because of the previous day. He didn't mind giving you his jacket, but you were already wearing one so he didn't see why he would find the need to. Jungwon could do many things. But kissing you was not one of them. It didn't matter if it was on your cheek, your forehead, or the back of your hand, because there was no way on earth that he would bring his lips anywhere near yours.

What neither of you realized was that your friends were willing to go to the farthest lengths to make sure you went through with their tasks. They made you two walk in front of them so that they could see your hands intertwined. When the sun went down and the air started getting colder, they made you take your jacket off so that Jungwon would be left with no choice but to give you his. Just when it seemed like your night of torture would come to an end, they even made you share a single cone of ice cream. When it was finally time to go home, two of your friends followed behind you to make sure that Jungwon did his bidding. It was awkward enough walking through your neighborhood hand in hand. Those who knew you cast looks of confusion and surprise upon you two. Eventually, you reached your doorstep. Jungwon let go of your hand, standing in front of you. He looked everywhere but at you, avoiding your gaze. You glanced behind your shoulder, rolling your eyes when you saw your two friends filming you from behind your neighbor's car. They weren't even attempting to be discrete.

"Hurry up and kiss me already. This is too embarrassing," you urged, slapping Jungwon's arm. He sucked in a breath, pressing his lips in a thin line. "Do you think it's not for me? I mean, I'm the one who has to kiss you for heaven's sake."

"Stop pitying yourself and just get on with it. The longer we stand here the more reason they'll have to punish us tomorrow."

Jungwon stared at you long and hard. He squeezed his eyes shut and leaned forward, pressing his lips onto yours without a second thought. You froze, eyes going so wide they might have popped out of your head. Even though it was probably only for two seconds, it felt like an eternity. Time froze as you stood in the foreign feeling of his lips on yours. He pulled away almost immediately, skipping down your driveway as fast as he could with a short wave and 'good night'. Still stunned, you entered your home, breaking into a smile when you closed the door.

~

☀︎ DAY 4 ☀︎

The next day, Jungwon asked you to meet him at your secret spot. So far, your friends hadn't made any plans to get you together. You saw Jungwon sitting in the middle of the grove, laying down on the damp grass as he usually did. Walking over, you sat down beside him, flicking his forehead so that he would open his eyes.

He grinned on seeing you, sitting up with a soft groan. "So, how was your night?"

You furrowed your brows at the question. It wasn't like him to ask you things like that. But you decided to overlook it. Maybe he was still feeling a bit awkward after the kiss you both hard shared the previous night.

You shrugged. "It was fine. How was yours?"

"I couldn't sleep," he revealed. It sounded like he'd been dying to tell you. "Why's that," you asked, believing that you had an idea of the reason.

"Last night scarred me," Jungwon shared, pretending to gag. You didn't know why, but hearing him say that made your heart sink. Suddenly, you felt horrible. "Was it really that bad," you asked, genuinely curious to know what he thought of it. Jungwon nodded, making you feel even worse. "It was worse than I thought it would be," he added. Your eyes started stinging. A lump formed in your throat and the longer you held it back, the more it hurt. You knew you hadn't been eager to kiss him, but you would argue about how 'bad' it was. But bringing that up right now would just be stupid. Jungwon would misunderstand where you were coming for and that would just lead to another disaster entirely. You had told yourself that you weren't going to let this dare get to you, but four days in you were already slipping. The longer you sat there, listening to Jungwon whine and complain about everything he'd had to do with you so far, the harder it became to control your emotion. Not able to take it anymore, you got up abruptly and ran away, leaving Jungwon sitting there extremely puzzled.

~

☀︎ DAY 5 ☀︎

You didn't respond to any of Jungwon's calls or texts. You didn't have it in you to face him. He would be disappointed if he found out the real reason behind your sappy mood. So you were gonna wait till you got over it before facing him.

You still couldn't believe that you had been so affected by Jungwon saying that he hated the kiss. Despite telling yourself that you disliked it too, you couldn't help but think otherwise. There was something so magical about it. You had never felt that way because of a kiss before. Whenever you thought back to it, an exciting warmth rippled through your mind. Your heart danced in glee and a wide smile formed on your lips.

But you weren't supposed to feel that way. Jungwon was your best friend. Besides, he hadn't kissed you willingly. You didn't understand why it felt so special to you when it clearly meant nothing to him. You knew you couldn't blame him for that. His mind was wired to see you as nothing more than a friend. You found it hilarious. Here you were, realizing that you probably liked your best friend after having continuously assured yourself and him that something like that would never happen. The sad part was that Jungwon would never reciprocate your feelings. You were all alone in this.

A knock sounded at your window, startling you. Slipping out of your reverie, you glanced towards it, eyes widening in surprise when you saw Jungwon crouched before it. You didn't think twice before letting him in. He entered your room and stood in front of you, crossing his arms over his chest. "You wanna explain what happened yesterday?"

You frowned and turned away shoulders slouching disinterestedly. "Is that what you came here for," you asked, regretting letting him in?

"Well did I have a choice? You've been blatantly ignoring me while all I've been trying to do is make sure you're alright," he said, stepping closer to you.

"I'm fine. If that's all you needed to hear, you can leave now," you replied. You didn't need him prying and prodding at you right now.

Jungwon stood his ground, clearly not satisfied with your answer. "No, you're not y/n. You aren't fine. Tell me what's bothering you."

You sighed and faced him. "Trust me, you wouldn't want to know."

Jungwon furrowed his brows. He didn't know what that meant. "I think I'll be the judge of that."

"It's you. You're bothering me," you spoke, narrowing your eyes at him. Jungwon hadn't been expecting that. But he didn't let the surprise show on his face. "What did I do?"

"You made me feel so worthless and undesirable. But that's not your fault. I can't blame you because you're right to think that way about me. I'm just pitying myself here and there's nothing you can do about it so please, just leave me alone." The tears were coming back again. You didn't want to break down in front of Jungwon. His face fell. He didn't know what to say to that. He thought you knew he was just being overdramatic. He seriously hadn't meant to hurt you. Before he could apologize, you turned to him. "I don't think I'll be good at keeping this a secret, so let me just tell you that I'm starting to catch feelings for you. If that makes you uncomfortable then you can leave. If you have something to say, just say it and go. But don't ask me why I feel the way I do because that's something I'm yet to figure out."

Jungwon was at a loss for words. He stood there, gaping at you like an open-mouthed fish before turning on his heel and exiting through your bedroom door. You heard your mother yelp on seeing him, probably wondering where he had shown up from. A part of you wished that he hadn't left, but the other was glad that he was gone. You felt like a fool for letting all of this happen. You should have never agreed to this dare. Who would have thought it would lead to something like this? There was nothing you could do now. There was no way you could change the way you felt. Because at the end of the day, it was as clear as ever, that you were undeniably in love with your best friend Yang Jungwon.

~

☀︎ DAY 6 ☀︎

Jungwon couldn't stop thinking about everything you had told him yesterday. He would never have imagined that you would catch feelings, especially through such a childish dare. Your friends had called you out to the park again today, but Jungwon wasn't going to go. He knew you wouldn't be there so there was no point. He wished he could tell you that he hadn't meant half the things he'd said about the kiss at the grove that day. He was just trying to show you that the kiss hadn't made him feel some type of way. Not just that, but he was also attempting to persuade himself that he indeed had loathed it. Maybe he should have been truthful instead of lying about it.

This was exactly what he'd been afraid of. Jungwon was always fond of you. He cared for you and he wouldn't lie when he said that he loved you. But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that maybe he felt that way because he thought of you as more than a friend. Jungwon didn't want to convince himself that he liked you just because you had confessed to him. He wanted to understand the way he truly felt about you.

He knew every little thing about you. No one knew you as well as he did. Jungwon cherished your friendship and the time he spent with you. Whenever anything bugged him, he always came to you, knowing that you were the only person who could make things better. He relied on you more than anyone else. He couldn't go a day without speaking to you. After yesterday, he realized how important you were to him. The fear of losing you ate at him the longer he stayed away from you.

Jungwon hated knowing that you were sad. It hurt more to know that he was the reason behind it. He wanted nothing more than to hug you and apologize for making you feel bad. He felt guilty for everything he had done. It had only been a couple hours since he had last spoken to you, but it felt longer. He missed you so much.

So he left you a text, asking you to meet him at your secret spot. He kept his phone close, waiting till you replied. But you didn't. You probably wanted nothing to do with him. Nonetheless, he still hoped and prayed that you would give him one last chance to make things right again. He couldn't afford to lose someone as special as you. There was nothing for him if he didn't have you.

~

☀︎ DAY 7 ☀︎

Jungwon laid in the grass, staring at the dull sky above. It was filled with clouds, hiding the sun. The grove felt so big and endless when he was alone. When he was with you, it was much more cozy and bright, even if the atmosphere was gloomy.

He had been waiting for you for quite a long time now. You hadn't replied to his message last night, but he knew you had seen it. Just before he was about to lose hope, he heard the grass crunch a few feet away from him. Jungwon didn't have to look to know it was you. No one else knew the path to get here.

"What do you want," you asked, voice small but laced with malice. You were cross with him. Jungwon wished to change that today. He patted the space next to him. "Let's not pretend like we hate each other. You could do the worst thing to me but I'd still admire you."

You didn't argue and sat down beside him. Other than the tension in the air, everything felt normal. There was a scowl on your face. It must have taken a lot of convincing for you to come here. Jungwon needed to get to the point.

"I'm sorry about everything I said. I didn't even mean half of those things."

You scoffed. "Oh really? They sounded pretty heartfelt to me."

Jungwon sat up. "I was just trying to enforce the idea that I wasn't into you, on myself," he revealed, hoping that you would forgive him. "And being a dick was the only way you could do that? Jungwon, you weren't the only one who was attempting to suppress their feelings," you refuted.

"I know y/n. And it's my fault for not realizing sooner," he admitted, hanging his head. You sighed and shook your head. "This is so immature. I can't believe we're letting a stupid dare get in the middle of our friendship."

Jungwon chuckled darkly. "Maybe it's a sign that our friendship has run its course."

You turned to him. "What is that supposed to mean?"

Jungwon smiled. "I gave it some thought yesterday. We're both attempting to be in denial of our feelings. Obviously, that isn't working out. If it wasn't for this dare, they would've remained buried deep down somewhere. But I guess you could say everything happens for a reason." He took your hand in his, intertwining your fingers. "I never realized how much I loved this feeling until I had to go a whole two days without it."

You couldn't even hide your smile. "Where is this going Jungwon?"

"Maybe we should give this a chance. Give us a chance. Who knows? It could turn out the be the best thing that's ever happened to us," he said, meeting your eyes.

"And what if it doesn't? We would be throwing so many years of friendship away."

Jungwon shook his head. "How long are we supposed to contradict how we truly feel about each other? That would take a heavier toll on us."

You laughed, squeezing his hand. "It doesn't hurt to try I guess."

Jungwon beamed. "That's the spirit!" It felt nice to see you smiling at him again. He was grateful for that. It was funny how a large part of his mood depended on you. If you were happy, he was happy. If you were sad, he was sad. His entire world revolved around you, and Jungwon knew the best thing to do was strengthen that bond.

"So, will you be my girlfriend," he asked, smiling cheekily. You bit your lip, looking at him through your lashes. "Of course I will."

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A/N: I hope you enjoyed reading this fic. Please let me know how you found it! Thank you so much!

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[tarosin]

the great adventures of y/n tubbo jack niki and wilbur - racing across the sea

requested: yes/no

part 8 of the great adventures series

warning: cursing, anxiety about the sea

ever since the argument you and tubbo had become inseparable, he practically lived with you and your parents at this point, and your community was loving it. everytime one of you would stream, tens of thousands of people would tune into your stream to see what madness was going on and today was no different. the pair of you decided to stream a laugh and the stream ends challenge. safe to say you ended up changing the rules several times, you even made ranboo join the stream so you could have extra lives. not long after the stream ended you, ranboo, and tubbo practically dominated the twitter trending page. today however was tubbos last day at yours and shortly after you ended stream, the pair of you headed out to the train station so you could make sure your best friend made it onto the train safely. after you said your goodbyes, you decided to facetime jack on your way home to discuss vlog ideas, and just to talk to him, as you had been rather busy this past week going over plans with ranboo, tubbo, and all of your parents about the uk trip that was happening pretty soon.

a few days later, it was finally time to go film the vlog. you couldn’t exactly lie, you weren’t exactly looking forward to this, as you were told it had something to do with the sea and boats which oddly enough didn’t mix very well with your fear of the deep sea. you had no idea what’s down there and you didn’t want to find out, but hey at least you’d be with tubbo.

your parents offered to drive you there so you didnt have any additional stress from having to get a train then a taxi, this allowed you to have a pretty quiet journey to meet up with your friends. you sat in the back of the car on facetime with tommy who was the only one who knew about your fear and was rather confused as the why you would agree to do such a thing

“i’ll never understand what goes through your mind, you’ve got this though! you’re going to be completely okay, plus you never know it might help you get over your fear, you did tell me you had been working on getting over it.”

“I suppose you’re right, it can’t be too bad. I mean I love the sea. I just don’t like what’s deep down, you feel me?”

“i understand mate, but you need to remember jack wouldn’t put you in danger. as much as he acts like he would, and even if you do fall off the boat or some how end up in the water, you won’t automatically end up at the bottom of the sea. just try to enjoy yourself, yeah?”

“...yeah”

“call me when you get home you can tell me all about what happened, afterwards we can record a minecraft mod video.”

“of course, boss man.”

“you hang out with tubbo too much, you should hang out with me a lot more.”

the car pulled into the car park and within a minute of the car stopping tubbo was at the window shouting your name.

“right tommy, i should probably go, ill see you later bud!”

you said goodbye to your parents as tubbo opened your car door for you.

“what a gentleman, thank you, tubbo.”

“anything for you, now let’s go. jack began filming the intro and i really want the hat hes wearing.”

“you’re ridiculous.”

he stood with his arms crossed shaking his head, pretending to be offended before walking off with you not far behind him.

you stood with niki and wilbur as tubbo went off filming some of the intro with jack. the three of you stood talking about how you have all been and discussing more plans for your meetup.

“y/n, go control your friend, he’s stealing a hat!”

you ran up behind tubbo and stole the hat from him, putting it on your own head.

“why have you got the hat now?”

“i am now captain!”

“but i wanted to be captain!”

you and tubbo stood arguing back and forth over who was captain, ignoring jack trying to get the pair of you to stop.

“you have 5 seconds to stop arguing or you’re being separated 5...4...3...2...1 right.”

“jack no!”

jack pulled you aside claiming he has something really important to ask you.

“so did you bring something valuable?”

“yeah i did actually, i brought tubbo and the necklace tommy gave me for my birthday last year.”

tubbo overhearing the conversation walked over telling you both that he also brought a valuable item, in fact it was a family heirloom.

“i brought an urn.”

“why would you do that tubbo? what the fuck-“

“you two do realise if either of you lose it had to go in the sea?”

“poor grandma.”

“aye about that you will have to pry that necklace out of my hands in order to throw it in the sea!”

the three of you went up to wilbur and niki where wilbur stole the hat you stole from tubbo, and you were told that you were all about to race to the isle of wight.

it was unfortunately time to board the boat, you sat next to tubbo, so that you felt like you had some sort of control with what was about to happen. the others sat making jokes about what was going on whilst you were trying to get control of your breathing. as you all set sail, you thought you were doing a good job of hiding the fact you were potentially about to have a panic attack as no one seemed to notice, or so you thought. considering the fact tubbo was your best friend, he instantly noticed something was wrong and wrapped an arm around you, and decided that distracting you would be a lot better than making you focus on what was currently happening.

“hey y/n, i have an amazing idea for when ranboos in the uk. a 4 month sleep over.”

“heh?”

before you had time to fully process what was going on, all you could hear was wilbur now claiming to be captain then going on to tell you why portsmouth is called portsmouth. you couldnt help but laugh at the random things he was coming up with since he put the captains hat on.

“that is a cinema..i’ve been in this industry for a while now, isn’t that right?”

it was silent for a while until niki tried to steal the captains hat, but was unfortunately unsuccessful .

“maybe next time niki.”

“thank you for believing in me, y/n.”

you pointed out a castle which ended up with wilbur talking about how the planned executions there .

“are they dead?”

“...tubbo of course they’re dead. what kind of question was that?”

the other boat began getting closer to the boat you were all currently in, indicating that it was almost time for you all to split up into two groups.

“my boat is going much faster.”

“that is a sign of pollution.”

“wow jack you’re polluting the world, i hope you’re happy!”

the ride was pretty chill until jack asked what he had lost in the past.

“past relationships.”

“the love or host.”

“laugh you lose streams.”

“the waterslide races from when we went to the water park.”

you and tubbo continued listening things that jack had lost.

“okay. so i’ve lost a few things.”

jack looked towards the other boat.

“however, you two are about to lose each other.”

“excuse you?”

“no, y/n is mine!”

eventually wilbur had enough and picked tubbo up and took him to the other boat with him.

“TUBBO!”

“Y/N!”

you and niki sat laughing as jack and wilbur bickered about who was going to win the boat race. whilst jack was distracted, you felt niki tap your arm and told you to look over to the other boat where tubbo was reaching his arm out to you so you could quickly swap boats.

you quickly got into the boat and sat next to your best friend, tubbo knew you were still slightly nervous, so made it so you would be sat in between him and wilbur so you would feel a lot more comfortable. a few minutes later, your boat began to set off and all you could hear was a mixture of tubbos laughter and jacks yelling getting quieter the further you went.

“AY THEY CANT START WITHOUT US!. AND THEY GOT Y/N, WHEN DID THEY GET THEM?!”

you turned to face wilbur who pointed towards a building before announcing that it definitely belonged to the the three of you, and was renaming it reddit gold.

“reddit..reddit gold, are you serious?” you said through your laughter, the three of you sat together taking turns narrating what was happening .

“go on, y/n.”

“if this capsizes, were all drowning.”

“cheerful as awful.”

“do you think sharks are beneath us?”

“i’m not even answering that question.”

you looked over your shoulder to see that niki and jack were catching up to you all.

“i hope they don’t overtake us, otherwise it’s bye bye tubbo.”

“and grandma.”

“excuse you, tubbo?”

“he’s claiming that he brought an urn with him and if we lose our valuable item gets chucked into the sea.”

a little while later jacks boat was next to yours and you and wilbur started to shout how it was like romeo and juliet.

“y/n, you studied this at gcse a while back, yell some quotes.”

“tubbo i didn’t listen to the teachers.”

“do it!”

“no!”

wilbur continued to talk to the others whilst you and tubbo sat bickering about William Shakespeare .

“tubbo my favourite character was benvolio and he fucked off halfway through.”

“what do you mean he fucked off?”

“he literally disappeared.”

wilbur was genuinely questioning what he was listening to he slowly turned around and tried to catch your attention; however you were currently in the middle of a debate about why benvolio disappeared, which was that last thing you expected to be doing on the boat. eventually your debate died down and you looked up to see wilbur shaking his head at you both, clearly confused as to why you spent 5 minutes arguing about romeo and juliet. an idea came to wilburs mind as he started laughing and pointing at the sea.

“drink some seawater, tubbo.”

you looked away as tubbo reached into the water trying to hold as much water as he could before bringing it to his lips and drinking the seawater.

“tubbo did you really just-“

“more tubbo!”

tubbo did the same as before, however this time brought his hands towards your face.

“drink it, y/n!”

“yeah, y/n, you can help desalinate it.”

“how wonderful, i’ll pass though.”

tubbo looked at you pretending to be upset and lifted his hands towards you again, this time you gave in and drank some of the water.

“thanks, tubbo, I can now only taste salt.”

jack noticed what you and tubbo were doing and looked at wilbur confused.

“im making them drink seawater!”

“what’s it like?”

“potassium!”

“salt.. a lot of salt!”

you checked your phone as you kept receiving multiple messages from tommy trying to get your attention, forgetting that you were currently on a boat with the others. you looked up from your phone to see tubbo drinking more seawater.

“AGAIN?”

you had no idea what was going on for jack and niki, but it sounded a lot like they lost hope as jack yelled asking if there was room for him on the boat while tubbo sat flipping him off in response to his question. jack continued to yell at the three of you however none of you could hear what he was yelling, so you kind of sat just nodding your head in agreement to what he was saying. wilbur pointed out that he could see the finishing line and how it looked like you were all going to make it. you looked over to see jack and niki recreating that one scene from titanic tubbo looked at you smiling, trying not to laugh.

“absolutely not one of us, if not both of us, would end up in the sea.”

the boat began to go significantly faster. at the start you were unsure how to feel, however a few minutes into it you began laughing enjoying how fast you were going.

“woahhh we’re turning!”

the boat did a loop before going straight on as fast as it could go.

“y/n, tubbo, we’re going. we’re going.”

“OH MY GOD!”

you ended up passing another boat you and tubbo instantly waved to everyone on the boat a few people waved back .

“they don’t wanna wave.”

“they know their boat is bigger than ours.”

“they could easily ram us and kill us all.”

“hopefully they decide against doing that.”

the boat began weaving resulting in you, tubbo, and wilbur constantly crashing into each other, not that any of you cared you were all having the time of your lives. you pointed at a boat which was cutting off the boat jack and niki were in .

“we’ve got this in the bag boys, victory is ours!”

your boat slowed down so it could dock.

“i think we’ve won!”

“we won”!

“holy shit we won! tubbo doesn’t have to go in the sea now!”

everyone got out of the boat so you could all wait for jack and niki to reach the dock, as the two of them approached you all tubbo began to sing.

“we are the champions my friend!”

“STOP IT!”

“i have to go into the fucking water!”

you pulled niki into a hug.

“jack you cruel man.”

“did you not have fun niki..we had a great time.”

you let go of niki and stood behind tubbo placing your head on his shoulder whilst jack explained to wilbur what was going to happen if they lost.

“oh, I thought we got to decide who was thrown into the water.”

“no no no no no no!”

“well i think considering we won..”

after a small discussion as a team, you all instantly agreed that jack should be thrown into the water, you all stood on the boat as niki argued that he cant throw her into the water. a couple seconds later wilbur walks towards jack handing him the camera before picking him up.

“are you ready?”

“i don’t think the bits that funny will, i don’t think the bits that funny!”

you all screamed and laughed as jack was thrown into the water. jack complained about the temperature of the sea as he climbed back onto the boat only to be pushed off again by you and tubbo.

“that’s revenge for trying to put us on separate boats!”

you spent the rest of the day together just hanging together as a group before you said your goodbyes.

the ride back home was you excitedly explaining what your boat ride was like to your parents, once you got home you ran upstairs to your room then called tommy on discord

“how was it then?”

“tommy it was so cool, honestly i wish you could have come with us.”

“i mean you’re coming with me george and wilbur to a water course next week, you don’t have a choice.”

“oh okay, it’s a good job i’d love to be there then, tom, also what mod are we playing just so i can check i have it ready.”

“rlcraft.”

the two of you spent a good hour talking before getting ready to film a video with charlie and jschlatt for tommys youtube channel.

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Plaything | 18+ | part i

plaything 1/ ?? | part 0

pairings: yandere! bully bakugou katsuki x fem! reader

warnings: [series] blackmail, bullying, dubcon/ noncon, filming w/o consent, yandere themes, no quirks au. ALL CHARACTERS ARE ABOVE 18 YEARS OF AGE.

↪ for chapter 1: dubcon, blackmail, humiliation, masturbation, filming w/o consent, boot grinding, a little bit of bakusquad + reader....this is filthy :D 

summary: by luck you get enrolled into u.a high the best school in your town. the only catch is that the school is filled with rich, spoilt and powerful brats who just seem to hate you and among them, a certain red eyed blonde dreads you the most

↪ for chapter 1: you bump into bakugou by accident, dropping your vanilla ice cream all over him, you try to apologize and run away but wants more...oh wait why are his friends standing there recording everything too? 

wordcount. 4k+

a/n: sooooo, it’s finally out! huge thanks to @sawamooora for proof reading this! helped me out a lot <3 sorry for making u sit through that mess x[

 this scene was inspired by that one episode of boys over flowers where the mc’s best friend drops ice cream on the main guy’s shoe and he asks the mc to lick it off...obviously that didn’t happen in the show but it really got me thinking...... 

alsO the netflix show elite,,, i just saw it and knew,,,,

taglist: @mocha-focha​, @erenyeagersbasement​ , @haribo-pop, @sunshine-fangs​, @kuremis​, @amazing-fandoms​,

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It was a great opportunity. Never in your life would you have thought you’d manage to land a scholarship at the prestigious U.A Private Academy. 

The school was a dream, the best in your city, and only affordable for the rich. Graduating from such a school could have helped you with life in so many different ways. Not only would it open doors you could never touch before, but it would help you to form connections which would make your life undoubtedly easier.

Graduating from U.A. was a blessing, but obviously, it did not come easy. It was rather unfortunate. After your previous school building had collapsed, due to some accident, the board announced its year-long closure.

At the time, you were beyond lost and understandably frustrated - it was your last year before college and you simply couldn't risk waiting the year out. The whole situation was nerve-wracking, looking for decent schools which would allow you in. 

Honestly, you had no idea what you would’ve done if U.A. hadn’t called you that night. 

It was the last day of the summer holidays, a week after your school building had collapsed. Luckily, no one was hurt - but the damage on the campus was severe. 

You had been talking to your friends when your mother rushed into your room with exciting news. Apparently, the chairman of U.A was feeling generous. He had decided to offer four excellent students from your school a scholarship to U.A. 

You were overjoyed being one of the students along with your two other friends; Shinso Hitoshi and Izuku Midoriya. 

At first, the thought was a little scary - going into a completely different world than you were accustomed to. The kids there would be much different than you, you didn't want to be the   laughing stock, you didn’t want to be their silly little entertainment... The thought made you nervous, but when your best friend, Izuku, called you the next night explaining how he also won the scholarship; followed by Shinso, you were relieved. 

Yes, you were stepping into a whole different world but you at least had your two friends with you. 

And that brought you to the first day of school. 

You stood outside the huge gates of the even enormous academy all alone shaking in your little, expensive skirt they forced you to wear as the uniform waiting for your friends. You promised the two boys you’d wait for them, and besides, you weren’t planning on entering the building all alone. 

Your friends, Shinso and Midoriya, lived close to each other. They were supposed to meet you at the gates of the school that morning, but they were running late. Your anxiety grew the longer you stayed there, with students filling the place- arriving in their fancy cars with their expensive bags and accessories. It easily made you feel out of place.

“Hey,” you heard someone before someone tapped on your shoulder. You quickly turned around to greet the voice. Staring back at you was Uraraka Ochaco.

You remembered she was in your school too, Midoriya has a huge crush on her. 

“Yes, Uraraka? Right?” You weren’t close to her, nothing but mere acquaintances. But seeing her face - right here, right now - it made your day. 

Uraraka was dressed in the same uniform as you, there was no doubt that she was one of the four kids who won the scholarship. Both of you talked while you implored her to wait for Midoriya and Shinso. You didn’t fail to notice the way her cheeks turned pink when you mentioned Midoriya. The two of them were so obvious. 

Your friends arrived, they were late, but they came. 

Apparently, there was an accident that forced them to stay back a little longer, but they managed to make it before the first bell. 

“I actually have an old friend who goes there now,” Midoriya confesses out of the blue as the four of you enter the gates. You look at him in awe. 

During the three years in high school that both of you had spent together, he had never mentioned any friend of his going to the U.A. academy ever. 

“Why did you never tell us?” Uraraka asks. 

“well, we’re not on good terms. He used to live in the same neighborhood before his parent’s business took off. He left after middle school.” Midoriya says, a slight frown forming on his face.

“Who is he?” Shinso asks. 

Midoriya pauses briefly before explaining his entire history with a temperamental and rude blonde. Bakugou Katsuki, he calls him. His childhood friend. But from what you managed to gather, Bakugou was anything but a friend to Midoriya. 

Bakugo was once just a simple boy, living a simple life, destined to do great things - but once his parent’s clothing line ‘Dynamite’ blew up and became mainstream, he started drowning in wealth. Bakugo moved out of his old neighborhood at the starting of high school before enrolling in U.A., just like all his rich friends.

“Maybe you should say hi,” Uraraka suggests. Midoriya’s expressions turned sheepish.

“About that…” he started. “I called him yesterday, got his number from mom, and-” he stopped. 

“What did he say?” Shinso asked.

“He told me to get lost and die,” Midoriya said with a slight frown on his face, looking down. 

That was your first impression of Katsuki Bakugou. For a man you had not even met, you sure loathed him. 

School went smoothly for a week, everything was going great. The four of you kept your profile low, didn’t talk until spoken to, kept your distance, and everything was okay. 

People often starred and whispered amongst each other when they saw you in the hallways, but that was about it. Everyone seemed to be decent but… there’s always a but. 

Everything took a turn for the worse when you managed to piss off the wrong person, Bakugo Katsuki himself. 

It was an honest mistake, not even that big of a deal - especially for his standards Yet, for some reason, Bakugo wanted to get under your skin. 

It happened after your lunch break, you were on your way back to your classroom with an ice-cream cone fasted tightly in your hands. You mindlessly dashed through the hallways, trying your best to get back to class as fast as possible - you don’t want to be late. It’d earn you a bad reputation. You don’t need that- you don't want anything which could jeopardize your scholarship. 

You walked straight and took a turn. Just by fate, you bumped into a stiff, hard chest making you wobble on your feet and sending your ice cream from your hand flying straight to the ground.

“Shit,” you cursed, looking down seeing what you had to work with. 

The ice-cream cone splattered on the floor, the white creamy liquid flushed all over the floor along with staining an expensive-looking, black leather boot. A snarl comes from above you along with a group of chuckles. More expensive shoes come into your line of view as you realize you’re not alone. 

You slowly bring your gaze up, ogling at who you just pissed off. 

Staring back at you is a furious blonde, glaring at you with such intensity that it makes your stomach drop. It’s the infamous Bakugou Katsuki, you don’t want to deal with him. 

-

“I’m sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going,” you don’t give him a chance to complain as you take your flight. Quickly, you try running away but a large hand grabs your forearm, stopping you dead in your tracks. 

You look to the side, deep red eyes stare right back at you. 

“Where are you running off to? Don’t you think you owe my friend here a proper apology?” Kirishima says, his grip on your arm growing tighter. He towers over you, his huge body trapping you with intimidation.

Going to U.A for over a week there’s a thing or two that you’ve learned about the rich, snobby brats who own the school. Not everyone is bad, a few of them are actually but the rest are just bad. 

Bakugou was the worst. From how Midoriya described him, you knew for a fact he’d be a horrible person. But hell, he managed to prove himself even worse. 

He was crude, mean, downright arrogant, and ignorant. Always screaming unasked opinions on top of his lungs, and gets mad whenever someone disagrees. He acts like the world revolves around him.

 Bakugo had a bunch of friends who he called his “followers” and they weren’t any better.

They just watched while Bakugou ruined everything, they were there to support him. 

Kirishima Eijirou the redhead, he was captain of the football team. He was a jock, brawns over brains kind of person. Girls cooed over him and his overly attractive, hot body. It looked as if he was sculpted by God himself. 

Next was Kaminari Denki. He was in the school band, dating the lead singer. And yet, he managed to find time to flirt with other girls. He was the goofball of the group, dumb and stupid But he always knew what he was doing. Even though it was barely noticeable, you could always see a devious glint in those amber eyes of his. 

Sero Hanta was famous for a lot of reasons. Most notably for having brought illegal drugs on the campus and skipping classes to go down to his junkie hangout spot to smoke weed. The man had no shame. Sometimes, he’d walk into the classrooms high as fuck. The teachers couldn’t do anything even if they tried, his parents practically owned the school; he owned the school. There was no going against the tall, lanky man who looked like he couldn’t even smash a bug. He held the most power and his friends sure knew how to abuse it. 

Last but not least was Mina Ashido. The one and only girl member of the self-proclaimed ‘bakusquad’. Sometimes, Jirou Kyouka, the lead singer of the school, would hang out with the boys and her boyfriend, but she wasn’t a permanent member. Mina was. 

In your opinion, Mina was a nightmare dressed like a daydream. With her short, pink hair and bright smile, she seemed like an angel. But she was the devil. Worse than even Bakugou, perhaps. 

She knew everything about everyone, she had leverage galore: screenshots ready to leak, videos ready to ruin lives. She had them all, and frankly- she scared you the most. 

Kirishima pushed you back, and Bakugo caught you by your shoulders. 

“That was fucking rude,” he growled, biting his fingers into your shoulder blades tight and hard making you squeal. “Are you fucking blind or something? Fucking extra.” 

“I said I’m sorry, let me go will you?” Even in such a terrifying situation, you try to remain calm.

“What do you think, Sero?” Kaminari began. Your heart sank, including Sero into anything was never a good sign. 

“She ruined Bakugou’s new shoes,” he continued. Bakugou’s hold on you tightened and you winced, turning back to him and returning his glare. 

“Okay, what do you want?” you give in, finally. A mischievous spark lights up in his crimson eyes as flashes a cocky smirk to his friends before turning back to you with a frown. He pushes you towards Mina and she catches you with an arm around your shoulder. 

“Those were expensive, right?” she looks at you and then back at Bakugou. He grunts, nodding. 

“Fuck yes, I’m pissed as hell. Some fucking extra managed to ruin it.” 

You look back down to steal a glance at his heavy, leather boot. The small, white stain melted away. 

“What will you do to make up for it?” Mina whispers your name and you cringe. They were teasing you. For their fun, they were making fun of you. 

“What can I do?” you say, sarcastically. Prying yourself away from her hold. The crowd goes dead silent before speaking. Sero is the first one to talk. 

“Lick it off.”

There’s a pause, no one speaks. Your stomach drops and your face pales at the look the five of them are giving you- it’s serious. Dead serious. 

Kaminari bursts out laughing followed by Sero and the others. The four of them get a great laugh but Bakugou stares at you head-on with his grave expressions burning through your soul. 

“Whatcha looking at? Do it,” he commands. 

The laughing dies down and Kaminari speaks, “are you serious? You want her to lick your shoe,” he can’t control his laughter, a chuckle breaks with every word. 

“Yes, I’m fucking serious. Besides, Sero recommended it,” he smirks. “Do you really want to say no to him? I don’t know so much about this but-“ he leans down close to your face, his lips ghosting the shell of your ear, “it might complicate your scholarship.” 

There’s a twisted rhythm in his voice. He’s enjoying tormenting you. You still want to believe that they’re just messing around. That they’ll have their laughs and let you go, but the way Sero stares at you says otherwise. 

“You don’t wanna do it?” Bakugou asks. 

“Of course she doesn’t! That’s gross, oh my god.” Mina exclaims, earning a chuckle from the rest of the boys. 

“Hey, let’s hear it from Sero himself.” Kirishima pats Sero’s back, pushing him forward. The five of them have circled around you, coiling you inside their venomous nest with you in the center. You turn to Sero with pleading eyes, looking up at his huge form, begging. 

He smirks looking down at you, you look so tiny beneath bim. He wants to mess with you, even more, you look like a nice toy to him. He wants to play with it until he can’t. 

“I guess, I did say that-” your blood runs cold, heartbeat picking up in nervousness. “-but you don’t need to do it.” He finishes. Your face lights up while the others groan in disappointment. Bakugou looks livid. 

“Just know that, you’re the one who dropped the ice cream on Bakugou’s shoe and now you’re not even helping him out. That’s not very noble, is it? I don’t know if I even by mistake slipped that info back home- my parents might reconsider whether you truly deserve to be here or not. They don’t really like disrespectful kids who comprise the school’s name.” 

Sero ends his speech with a wide, ear-to-ear grin, followed by a pat to your head. 

“The choice is yours.”  

You pause for a moment and think. Where they were really going to make you do it, where they were really going to humiliate you like this. They were. But were you willing to do it? 

From Sero’s threat, you could tell he was serious, this was legit. 

It wouldn’t have been the first time the school expelled someone who had beef with Sero, and it certainly wouldn’t be the last. They don’t care about anyone but their loving son. They wouldn’t even think once before expelling you.

“What’s your answer, princess?” Kirishima teases.

 Mina and Kaminari once again break into fits of laughter.

“What do you mean? She doesn’t have a choice here, kneel you extra.” Your heart hammers in your chest as Bakugou gestures you to kneel. You stop for a second, breathing unevenly- thinking. After a long, thoughtful sigh, you answer. 

“No, I am not going to do it.” Your voice is meek yet clear. Even though you’re trembling under the heavy gazes of five snakes, you choose to stand your ground. 

Bakugou glaring at you while the others boo. 

“Aw, c’mon you don’t mean that.” 

“Don’t be a little brat.” 

Bakugou stays silent while the others continue to throw insults at you -  calling you names and trying to make you regret your decision. You look straight forward into Bakugou’s cold, red eyes, searching for his next move. Your heart beats even harder in your chest with increased anxiety. After watching your torment for more than a few minutes, Bakugo decides he’s had enough of this game.

“Hey, shitty hair,” Bakugo starts. “Punch me.” 

“What?” Kirishima asks, vividly shaken. “Why do you want me to hit you, Bakubro?” 

“Punch me real hard, give me a black eye.” The confusion grows greater on everyone’s faces. You stare at him in awe, wondering what angle was trying to play. 

Kirishima raises his hands in defense. “Woah, dude slow down there. I’m not just going to punch you.” 

Bakugou clicks the roof of his tongue, letting out a sound of irritation. “You all are just dumb,” he starts.

“Imagine if this punny, little,” he leans down closer to you till his lips touch your ears and whispers your name with a crude chuckle. “Were to drop all her food over me, not apologize, punch and me then run away, that’d bring her into a whole world of trouble. Wouldn’t it?” 

Bakugo’s words are calculated and sly, he knows exactly what he’s getting at when he starts. His voice fills you up with dread as he makes his accusations public.

“She would be expelled on spot and Kacchan could also raise charges,” Kaminari adds. 

Your eyes widen in fear. 

“Yeah, I’ll fucking do that.” Mina giggles. “That would succck,” she cheers. Your lower lip quivers as you stare at them in disbelief, your eyes open wide only to be covered with fear. 

“Hey, c’mon, why are you doing this to me?” You feel them inch closer to you, their warmth leeching onto you the longer you stay surrounded by them. 

“Because you have no fucking manners.” Bakugou snarls. 

“Kiri, punch him. What are you waiting for? If you don’t wanna do it I will!” Kaminari cries, growing impatient. 

Kirishima laughs before he charges Bakugou. Your heart hammers in your chest. 

You think about your family, your future, and how disappointed everyone would be with you. Your dreams and aspirations, all were rooted in this school. 

It was honestly sad, pathetic even. Your entire future was just a joke to these spoiled kids. These kids who could control you, and everyone else,  with just a flick of their fingers. It’s unfortunate, but that’s the price to pay for a piece of the beautiful cake known as U.A... You resign yourself to your fate.

A piece of your mind. 

“N-no, don’t do that. I-I’ll do it,” you murmured, your voice timid and weak. The five paused looking at each other with an ominous glint in their eyes. Bakugou was the first to speak. 

“Well, then fucking get on with it. On your knees.” Obediently like a trained puppy, you got down onto your knees, not letting your eyes fall from Bakugou’s face. His red, fierce eyes barked at you with an unknown look, keeping you lost. 

“Holy shit, she’s actually doing this,” Mina squealed watching you lean forward, bringing your face next to Bakugou’s expensive boots.

“Kaminari, record this.” Sero taps at the energetic blonde, forcing him to take his phone out and hit ‘record’. As you lean further to the ground, your short skirt rides up behind you, giving the audience a clear view of your round ass and pastel panties. The sight brings a smile to Bakugou’s face as he scoffs. 

“Cute panties,” he remarks. 

You jerk, trying desperately to sit back, but Bakugo stops you. Smashing his other foot on top of your shoulder, he holds you there facing the ground.

“Don’t. You. Dare.” he growls.

You squirm, almost falling under his weight and as much you hate to admit it, a tingle of excitement runs down your spine. This was turning you on.

 A row of whistles flood in, the boys start teasing you and praising Bakugou. 

“Lick it off,”  he commands. 

You look down at his leather boot, the ice cream almost melted. There’s still a bright white spot of the sweet now liquid splayed out. Even though it’s not a lot, it still makes you cringe. You peek your shy, little tongue out timidly, forcing yourself to do the heinous deed. 

Bakugou watches you hesitate and pushes on your shoulder harder making you reach towards him. 

You give in after a final attempt, diving into his wishes. Your wet tongue touches the rough, cold leather. You cringe after a single touch, closing your eyes and scrunching your nose at the salty taste. “Clean it all off,” he commands.

You dive back in, this time letting your tongue glide across a larger portion. The humiliation burns through your body. It makes you uncomfortably hot, mostly from anger and but a little bit of arousal.

“Nice ass.” 

There it is. The excitement comes back the moment they start making suggestive comments, the attention riles you up and it’s horrible. 

“Kaminari are you even supposed to be here? Don’t you have a girlfriend?” Mina asks at the blonde pervert who was currently zooming on your ass. 

“Oh? We’re cool as long as I don’t stick my dick her,” he points to you. “That’s hella fucking tempting but I’m in love, dude.” He chuckles to himself, thinking about his girlfriend. 

They treat you like an object, talking about you like you were some sort of a toy. 

“Bet her pussy is tight,” Sero says. 

Kirishima turns to Bakugou, looking at him with pleading eyes. “Yo, Bakubro, can we touch her?” 

Bakugou looks on from watching you lick his boot and turns to Kirishima. A dark, unsettling gaze falls across his eyes as he speaks, “No. This one is mine.” he stares down at you. 

You stop lapping on his shoe and stand back on your knees, buckling your knees you try to get up but Bakugou harshly kicks your shoulder, throwing you back and making you cry. 

“Why did you do that?” you squeal, holding onto your bruised shoulder, glaring at him intently. 

The rest of the group goes quiet at the display of Bakugou’s sudden violence. 

He stands between your thighs, lazily resting his foot atop of your soft thighs. 

“You’re fucking pathetic, you know that?” the angle you were spread out in had your skirt flipped over hips, displaying your pretty, pastel panties to everyone in the room. 

Even though it’s subtle, masked by everyone’s fear of what Bakugou was planning, you still feel everyone’s gaze focused right on you and more specifically at your clothed cunt. Bakugou presses hard on your thigh making you cry. 

“Useless Deku’s friends are just like him. The fucking second you walked in here, I knew you were just another useless insect for me to stomp on.” He pauses, smirking, pressing his foot onto you even harder, twisting his ankle to increase the burning sting surging across your right thigh. “And I’m doing just that.” 

He steps off you for a moment, letting you catch your breath and recover from the burn. His eyesight travels lower down to your panties. He admires the cute pair you had on. Normally when he’d see girls naked, they’d dress themselves up the most luxurious to match his standards. But that’s not you, that could never be you. 

He rejoices at the thought of seeing your flushed, tear-stained face breaking down under him. You’ll never be like those girls, always a step behind. He can build you up and break you however he likes, you’d have no say in it. 

The power trip drives him crazy. 

He presses the tip of his boot over your clothed clothed cunt, pushing the hard material right over your sensitive clit. 

You gasp at the feeling, looking up at him with terrified eyes. He smirks down at you, moving his foot in a steady rhythm, rubbing the fabric of your cotton panties against your little pearl. 

“This turning you on? What a freak.” The rest of his group basks in shock. They watch intently as the scene spiraled out for them, too captivated to make any comments. They just keep quiet and stare. 

The way you squirm under Bakugou as he plays with your cute clit so unforgivingly makes them hot with excitement. Kaminari feels a little guilty but he blames it on his nature as a man.

Sero feels a little bad for you, they all do. But then again they wouldn’t waste the opportunity to be in Bakugou’s footsteps- literally. 

“You’re a little slut, you know that?” Bakugou sneers. 

Your gasps turn into whimpers as his simulation becomes harder. You clench your fists, desperately wishing it to be over. Tears brim in your eyes at the sheer humiliation of your corrupted form. This was just too much, too much for you to handle. 

“Please, stop,” you beg, knowing he wouldn't listen. “I’ll report you,” you cry.  A roar of laughter starts, shutting you up. 

“Go for it, you do that.” Mina comments. Kaminari walks closer to you, bringing the camera down to your face recording your horrified expressions. 

“We’ll just go ahead and post this online.” he threatens. 

A drop of tear falls down your waterline following a waterfall. You cry, leave all of your dignity behind and cry. You beg them to stop but as your pleas mix with your moans, it’s hard for anyone to understand what you’re saying. It’s not like they don’t know what you’re asking them for, they just turn deaf, simply because they can. 

Bakugou stops, he takes a step back, leaving you alone. You let out the tiniest cry when he leaves, ditching you just when you need his touch the most. 

“Feels like I’m doing too much of the work, if you want it so bad, do this yourself.” He says. Your body still burns with desire, your clit still hard and cunt salivating, you are nowhere close to being done... 

It’s as if something takes over and you are possessed by the dire need to cum, you do exactly as he says. 

You snake your fingers down your panties, deliberately rubbing on your swollen little clit before pushing your finger into your drenched cunt. You cry out as you clench around your finger, the pleasure becoming unbearable. Your legs shake and you close your eyes shut. 

You stay there on the floor, fingering yourself in the corridor, without any shame, while Kaminari records all of it. 

“She’s gonna give me a hard-on,” Kirishima says and you moan.

“She really is a slut, huh?” Sero comments. 

“She’s cute,” Mina adds with a smile. 

Bakugou scoffs, “does Deku know how much of a whore you are?” He asks. 

You don’t pay any attention to what he says, too busy bringing yourself to your climax.

“You’re getting all this right?” Mina looks over Kaminari’s shoulder and onto the phone screen which captures you beautifully losing yourself for everyone to see. 

“You close?” Bakugou asks as you feel yourself clench around fingers tightly, he bends down on his and pulls your panties down your hips, admiring your precious cunt. 

“Cute pussy,” he remarks before flicking your sensitive, hardened clit.

A rush of pleasure washes down your body as you cry while cumming. Bakugou pushes you right over the edge, a nasty grin screaming atop his face as he watches you. You curse at yourself for letting him see you like this, but there’s not much you can do but cry while you feel your juices gush around you before sliding down your thighs and onto the dirty floor. 

It takes a second for you to calm down and when you do come to your senses, dread fills you up. Tears shamelessly fall down your face as you realize what you just did. The others laugh at you, without feeling any remorse. 

Bakugou continues to stare at you with an unsettling look, while the others discuss the heinous crime you’ve just committed. 

Sero looks down at you and you catch his dark eyes staring at you. A toothy grin scavenges his face as he speaks. 

“Awesome,” he says as if he just finished some mediocre movie. 

Finally, you find the courage to get up and run. 

This was totally not awesome. 

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can I please request a sebastian stan imagine where sebastian and the reader are both dating other people but they end up liking each other after filming something together, and the rest is up to you? xx

distance [sebastian stan x reader]

➽ pairing: sebastian stan x fem!reader (y/n) ➽ word count: 1.9k ➽ summary: see above!  ➽ warnings: explicit language, mentions of tom hiddleston x reader, angst, pining ➽ a/n: enjoy!

Jealousy was new to you. Sure, you turned green every so often, but it wasn’t a usual occurrence. It happened infrequently enough that you forgot the way it felt every time it bubbled up again. Recently, though, you were familiar with jealousy. 

You weren’t quite sure when it started. Maybe when you first met Sebastian. It was at the premiere for Avengers. You had been in it, playing Tony Stark’s daughter Lucy, who was kidnapped by the crazed Loki. In filming your scenes with Tom Hiddleston, you had grown to appreciate him, and the premiere was a sort-of announcement that you were dating. By that point, you already knew that you would be in the next Captain America movie, and you were thrilled to work with Chris and Scarlet again. On top of that, you were excited to meet Anthony Mackie. 

You didn’t know that Sebastian would be in Winter Soldier until he approached you at the premiere. He looked handsome, suit and rings and slicked hair, and he congratulated you on an amazing performance. “Oh, I loved you in First Avenger,” you told him with a smile. “Bucky was my favorite by far. I cried when he died.” 

Tom wrapped his arm around your waist and nodded in agreement. “She was truly a mess,” he said. “We had to pause the movie.” He shook Sebastian’s hand, and the force of it wasn’t lost on you. 

“I got emotional during your scene together in the Tower,” Sebastian said. “Lucy begging for her dad, and Loki’s unrelenting cruelty. I just… Wow. It blew me away!” 

“Thanks,” you said. “Are you gonna visit the Winter Soldier set?”

Sebastian laughed and bit his bottom lip. Full and pink. He was so totally handsome, and you felt lightheaded even being in his presence. “Well,” he started. “I’m actually in it.” 

You gasped. “What? How? Bucky died!” 

“He was rescued,” Sebastian said slowly. “By HYDRA. And he comes back.”

“Oh, my God,” you laughed. “Oh, you just made my entire night. Wow! I-I can’t wait!” 

Sebastian nodded, and he looked to his side. A few meters away, a woman was talking to the press, and she quickly came and kissed Sebastian on the cheek. You recognized her as one of his co-stars from Once Upon A Time, and you felt that unfamiliar jealousy bubble in your stomach. Why were you jealous? You were on the arm of one of the most talented and successful actors, and, besides that, you loved your boyfriend. 

So why did you want more? 

Filming for Winter Soldier started, and you quickly found out your character’s storyline. She was working with Steve and Fury to help in reparations of the New York fiasco from Avengers, and she was the first one to encounter the Winter Soldier. She wouldn’t recognize him and would tell Steve about her encounter with a super-soldier, and Natasha would tell the story of the Winter Soldier, how he was a myth and a ghost. The directors, the talented Russo brothers, had told you that an arc would extend past the movie and into the sequels where Lucy helps break Bucky Barnes from his brainwashing and they would eventually fall in love. But, they assured you, that was several films off. They didn’t even plan for Lucy and Bucky to kiss until the next Captain America movie. 

You and Sebastian became quick friends. Despite the metal-like prosthetic and long hair and heavy makeup that he wore on set, you found comfort in him. You couldn’t explain it, but you felt at ease with him. Between takes, you could be found laughing and jokingly sparing with him. 

One night, after filming, you called Tom. He was on a press tour for Dark World at the same time, which meant that your schedules never lined up. That night was the first time you had properly talked to him in weeks. “Hi, love,” you said. “How’re you? I miss you like crazy.” 

“I miss you too, darling,” Tom told you in his smooth baritone. “I’m alright. Tired as hell, though.” 

“I’m sorry,” you said softly. “Anything I can do to help?” 

“Just talk to me,” Tom sighed, and you imagined him leaning his head back. “Tell me about filming.” 

“Well,” you began. “A lot more physical than what I’m used to. A lot of running around and everything, ya know? My legs are sore all the time.” You laughed, and you listened to Tom’s scratchy laughter. “But I’m surrounded by great people. The Russos are awesome, and of course, Chris and Scarlet and Samuel are fantastic.”

“And Sebastian?”

You hesitated to talk about Sebastian. You hoped that your boyfriend hadn’t caught onto your infatuation with him, but that’s all it was. It was just a crush on a hot guy. “He’s cool,” you said. “Really funny and friendly. Most of my physical scenes are with him.” 

“I know you can’t tell me much,” Tom said. “But do you get to snog him?” 

You laughed, but bit your cheek all the same. “Not yet,” you chuckled. “That’s not until the next Captain America movie.”

“Oh,” Tom said quickly. “I was joking, but… Do you and Sebastian have any scenes like that?” 

“Not in this movie, love,” you assured him. “Are you jealous?” 

“Just a bit,” Tom admitted. “I just wish that it was me that you were kissing.” 

You sighed. “That’s the nature of our jobs, huh?” you said. “I wish I was kissing you too.” 

Tom was quiet for a moment, then he mumbled, “I think maybe we should take a break.” 

You wanted to be shocked, but you knew that it was coming. It was several months in the making and, with nothing concrete keeping you two together, it was inevitable. You weren’t hurt at all. “Me too,” you said softly. “We just… I can’t do long distance. It sounds cliche, but it’s not you, Hidds.”

“Distance is supposed to make the heart grow fonder,” Tom sighed. “But…” 

You nodded. “I understand,” you said. “But please, if you ever need someone to talk to, don’t hesitate to call me. Alright? I still care about you loads.” 

“Same to you, darling,” Tom whispered. And the call ended. 

The next day was weird, to put it plainly. You felt ill all morning and you couldn’t figure out exactly why, but, the moment you saw Sebastian, you understood it. Your boyfriend’s jealousy was powerful. As much as Tom wanted to blame it on something else, you knew that it was the green monster that had prompted the break up. “Hey,” Sebastian said cheerfully, placing a playful jab to your arm. “You seem tired.” 

“Gee, what a nice thing to say to a lady,” you chuckled. “No, I’m just…” You sighed. “Tom and I broke up last night. I’m a little weird today.” 

Sebastian’s face soured. “Shit, I’m sorry,” he said. “You guys seemed so happy together.” 

You shrugged. “We were,” you said. “‘Distance is supposed to make the heart grow fonder’... But I guess it doesn’t.” 

Sebastian frowned deep, and you pulled you into a tight hug. “I’m really fucking sorry,” he whispered. “Is there anything I can do?” 

“No,” you said, pulling out of his strong grip. Even without the actual metal arm, he was strong as hell. “Just a hug is enough.” 

“I’m glad I can do that,” Sebastian said. His eyes sparkled, and he added, “I understand what you’re going through. Jennifer and I broke up a few weeks before filming started.” 

“Oh my God!” you exclaimed. “Seb! I had no idea! I’m so sorry.” 

Sebastian shrugged. “It was for the best,” he said. The hug had yet to break, but you didn’t mind. Even through the layers of his costume, you could feel Sebastian’s heartbeat on your cheek, and it was soothing. 

Filming finished several weeks after your breakup with Tom, and then it was time for your own press tour. Marvel paired you with Scarlet for most press junkets, but sometimes you were put with Sebastian. Those days were your favorite, mostly because absolutely no work got done. You two were forever laughing and making fun of each other, and you always saw edits of your interviews on social media. 

Finally, the premiere came. You and Sebastian had already agreed to be each other’s dates, but you were blown away by him. His hair was short and styled, and he looked breathtakingly handsome in his expensive black suit and matching black tie. “Oh my fucking God,” Sebastian laughed when he saw you, though. “You look… Holy shit. So beautiful.” 

“Oh, God, stop,” you groaned. Your dress was a beautiful thing, custom Dior, red silk that hugged your body just right, and you shivered when Sebastian’s warm fingers trailed down your exposed back. “You look even better.” 

“Well, that’s not possible,” Sebastian scoffed. “You’re gonna steal the show.” 

“When I’m next to you?” You asked. “Everyone’s gonna be focused on your pretty blue eyes.” 

Sebastian smiled softly, his hand finally settling on the small of your back. “I have something for you,” he said gently. 

“Oh, Seb!” you groaned. “You did not buy me something. You know I hate that!” 

“Aw, c’mon, you’re gonna love it,” Sebastian said, and he reached into a pocket inside his suit jacket. He pulled out a small box, just big enough for a pair of earrings or something equivalent, and he opened it. You gasped. A ring. Silver metal, two diamonds with a ruby nestled in the middle. It was dainty and gorgeous, and you felt tears pricking at your eyes. 

“You piece of shit,” you sniffled. “I just had my makeup done and now you’re ruining it!” You hugged him all the same, though, and you whispered in his ear, “It’s so gorgeous, Seb. Thank you.” 

When you pulled out of the hug, you looked at Sebastian, admiring him. He was truly a gorgeous man, and you felt your chest grow hot at the look in his eyes. Were his pupils blown from love? Lust? Something else entirely? 

He answered the question. Sebastian placed his hand on your cheek and tugged you into a kiss, the hand on your back pulling you in against his body, and you held onto the back of his neck. He was everything you thought he would be: his lips were soft and tasted so nice, like cinnamon and whisky and all things wonderful, and, when the kiss broke, he rested his forehead against yours. “I…” he started. “I’m sorry, Y/N, that was-- I shouldn’t have--“ 

“Stop,” you whispered firmly. You knew that Sebastian, the man you were able to call your best friend, was prone to anxiety, and you didn’t want a single anxious thought about you to cross his mind. “Don’t apologize. If you hadn’t kissed me, I would have kissed you. Thank you.” 

You saw Sebastian’s hands shaking as he slid the ring onto your middle finger, and you smiled at how perfectly it fit. “Bucky,” you whispered, admiring the ring. “Silver and red… Right?” 

“Glad you caught that,” Sebastian chuckled. “Look, I know that I’m just your date, but I just really like you. I feel stupid because I’m so nervous about it, but… Seeing you upset over Tom just made me feel so horrible. I never want to see you like that again, and if I can help to make your days better, then I want to. Can I?” 

You touched your hand to his cheek, and you nodded. “Of course,” you told him. “I’d love nothing more, Seb.” 

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[onlyfreds]

The Secret | F.W.

Title: The Secret (Modern Au!)

Requested: Yes/No

Summary: Y/N has a secret that Fred is yet to find out.

I cheered as Gryffindor scored another goal giving them a 50-point lead from Slytherin.

My boyfriend, Fred, blew me a kiss from across the way as he hit another bludger towards the Slytherin keeper.

“Harry Potter catches the snitch and Gryffindor wins!” Lee announced.

All of the Gryffindors cheered as I ran down from the stands and into Fred’s arms as she spun me around and kissed me.

“Congratulations handsome.” I said, putting my arms around his neck.

He smiled as he placed his hands on my waist, “I wouldn’t have done any of it without my gorgeous cheerleader in the stands.” He said with a small wink.

I took a quick glance at my watch, eyes widening when I realized how late I already was.

I kissed Fred again before taking off to the Gryffindor common room.

“Where are you going?” He called after me.

I looked back for a moment, “I just need to take care of something important. Don’t worry, I’ll be back for the party.” I said as I ran to my destination.

I changed into some muggle clothes as I reached for the floo powder in my bag. I threw it into the fire, “The Studio” I said before stepping in and being taken to the studio.

“Y/N!” My friend and co-actor, Louis, came running towards me as I stepped out of the fire, brushing the ash and excess powder on my clothes.

“Do even know what time it is?” He asked, “Shooting started 20 minutes ago!”

I gave him a smile, “Nice to see you too Louis! I’m sorry I was late, the game lasted longer than I expected and it would have been suspicious if I left in the middle of it.”

Louis started to pull me towards the hair and makeup room, “Well, we have to make up for lost time then.”

--

(Fred’s POV)

“I just need to take care of something important. Don’t worry, I’ll be back for the party.” Y/N said as she took off to who knows where.

“Hey what’s wrong with you?” George asked as he came over to the place where I was standing, “We won! You should be celebrating.”

“Something’s not right.” I said, “Y/N has been acting weird.”

“How weird?” My twin asked.

“She took a look at her watch then she started to run off. Something about having to take care of something important.” I answered.

Oliver suddenly appeared behind us, “Don’t you think she’s seeing someone else?” He suddenly said.

“What?! No! She would never do that.” I defended.

“You know, instead of just standing here and debating on what she’s doing, why don’t we follow her.” George suggested.

“That’s actually not a bad idea.” I said.

Oliver nodded, “Then let’s go before we lose her.”

We first went to the common room. I moment we entered, we saw her running down the stairs, wearing muggle clothes. We hid from her line of vision as she took some floo powder from her bag.

“The Studio.” She promptly said as she stepped into the fire and got whisked away.

“Hurry!” Oliver hissed, “Before the fire dies.”

The three of us jumped into the fire, “The Studio.” I said, heading to where ever she was going.

We stumbled out of the fireplace as we saw her following a boy.

“I knew it!” Oliver said.

“Shut up! You’re going to get us caught.” George said, smacking Oliver’s arm.

“Besides, we don’t know if she’s really with the guy.” I tried to reason as we followed them.

Y/N went inside a room that had a sign that says, “Hair and Makeup Room” while the boy took off into the other direction.

After a few minutes, she went out of the room. In a red dress, her hair was cascading over her shoulders and she was sporting a small amount of makeup.

“Time to shoot scene 48.” Somebody announced from the overhead speakers, “Y/N where are you?”

“I’m coming!” She shouted as she ran towards the set.

The three of us exchanged a confused look as we followed her.

We watched as she stood in front of the camera with the boy she was earlier and they started.

The realization struck me like lightning, “She’s an actress.” I said.

“What’s an actress?” Oliver asked.

“They are famous people.” George said before looking at me, “You never told me you were dating an actress!”

I shook my head, “I never knew she was one.”

“Action!” The director said as they started.

(Reader’s POV)

We were about to film that last scene for the movie when Louis tapped me on the shoulder, “Isn’t that your boyfriend?” He asked as he pointed to the corner, where it was obvious that Fred, George, and Oliver were hiding.

I nodded, “Yeah, what are they doing here.” I muttered.

I looked at Louis, “I’ll be back in a moment. I’ll just go see what they’re up to.”

As I got nearer to them, I could easily eavesdrop on their conversation.

“Now, we know the truth we can go now.” Oliver said.

“Yeah, we have to go before we get caught.” George said.

“Do we really have to go. I mean, I kinda like seeing her acting.” Fred asked.

I crossed my arms over my chest, “Well, that depends. Why are you three here in the first place?” I suddenly asked, making them jump as I made my presence known.

They all turned around slowly.

“Hey Y/N!” George tried to say casually, as Fred and Oliver were already frozen in fear.

“Okay,” Oliver said, “In my defense, it was George’s idea.” He explained.

George glared at the boy, “You were the one who got the idea that led to that idea.”

The two of them started to argue, before Fred put up his hand, signaling for them to be quiet. He bowed his head down, looking at me like a puppy who was guilty of doing something wrong.

“I’m sorry.” Was the first words he uttered, “You were acting so weird lately and I was just so worried.” He glanced at his twin and the Quidditch captain, “I take the full blame, they wouldn’t have come up with the ideas if it weren’t for me. If you should be mad at anyone, it should be me.”

I was never mad, I only wanted to know what they were doing here. But they thought otherwise. “Did you think I was cheating on you?” I asked, keeping up the act.

My boyfriend opened his mouth to say something, but Oliver interrupted him, “He didn’t. I was the one who thought that you were cheating on him. But he defended you, Fred said that you were never capable of doing that. And I’m sorry for ever thinking that you could that.” He reasoned.

That’s when I couldn’t take it anymore and started laughing, making the three of them confused.

“You aren’t mad at us?” George asked quietly.

I shook my head, still laughing.

Louis suddenly appeared by my side, “Once an actress, always an actress.”

I smacked his arm, “Oh shut it! Don’t pretend like you didn’t fall for it too!”

I then turned to my friends, “I wasn’t mad at you. I just wanted to know why you were here then you guys suddenly started apologizing.”

Fred breathed out a sigh of relief, “Thank goodness!” He said with his handsome smile, “I thought I was in for it.”

I giggled as he pulled me closer to him, “You aren’t mad at me?” I asked quietly.

He gave me a confused look, “What are you talking about?”

I shrugged, “I mean, I hid being an actress from you. Aren’t you mad at me?”

He placed a kiss on my forehead, “No at all sweetheart. You never hold me back from the things I want to do. So, I won’t hold you back.”

Louis and I exchanged a look, Fred would know the whole truth sooner or later.

The director called us back to film the final scene. Fred giving me a kiss of good luck as He, George and Oliver went to find a comfortable place to watch.

“Action!” The director yelled as Louis and recited our final lines.

“Do you really have to go?” Louis asked.

I nodded, shouldering the backpack I was holding, “I do. But I have a feeling that we will cross paths again soon.”

He tilted his head to one side, “When is that soon?”

I shrugged, “Hopefully in the near future.” I answered as I gave him a small salute, “Take care of yourself okay? Until I get the chance to save your sorry arse again.”

Louis rolled his eyes, “Yeah right.”

I gave him a small smile as I walked away from the scene, glancing at the camera and saying, “Until next time.”

“Cut! And that’s a wrap!” The director announced, all of us applauding as Fred scooped me into his arms.

“It has been a pleasure working with all of you, especially Y/N L/N who is such a phenomenal actress in, unfortunately, the last film of her career.” The director continued, everyone, even Louis started bursting into tears.

All of my cast mates pulled me into a hug, “Hey! Don’t cry.” I said, “You guys are going to make me cry as well.”

Louis chuckled as he pulled me into a hug, “It’s just that we’ll miss you so much.”

I blinked, trying to keep the tears at bay, “We’ll still keep in touch okay. Don’t worry.”

I turned and saw that even our director was crying, “Even you are crying?” I joked as he hugged me.

“Yeah.” He said, “It’s just so emotional, especially since I directed your first film and now, I’m directing your last one.”

I rubbed his back comfortingly, “Don’t worry, I’ll always keep in touch with you guys.”

“What’s going on?” Fred asked.

Louis wiped the tears from his eyes, “I’m Louis Partridge.” He introduced himself to Fred, “I’m Y/N’s castmate. You must be her boyfriend?”

Fred nodded, “Yeah. If you don’t mind me asking, do you guys always get this emotional when you finish a film?”

Louis shook his head, giving a small laugh. “Nah. This is just emotional because this is Y/N’s last movie. After this she won’t get any more films.”

Fred furrowed his eyebrows, “Why?”

The boy just gave him a small smile, “She quit.”

I walked over to the pair and jokingly nudged my co-star’s shoulder, “Spilling all my secrets now, Partridge eh?”

“Why did you quit?” Fred asked pulling me closer to him.

I smiled, “My priorities have changed.”

“What’s that supposed to mean?”

I laced my hand in his, “I would give you the whole world if I could Freddie. But we both know that the world is not mine to give. So, the least I could do is to give you my world, because you deserve it all.”

He gave me a hug, kissing me gently but lovingly, “What did I do to deserve you?”.

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Hit with a quirk! Hawkes X (F) Reader

(Been taking my time to write here and there, thank you so much for your patience and allowing me to take a short break from this series! For context since I haven't updated in a while; the pro heroes awere hit with a quirk that turned them into children and the reader is UA's adolescent quirk development specialist. she works with children regularly and has been called to help monitor the heroes until the quirk wears off. Hint: all of the fics I am writing for this series connect. Enjoy!)

(X)= your name

warnings: none

(I've never written or even read anything for Hawkes or Endeavor before but!...I'll try! I'm actually going to be loosely basing Keigo as a kid off my own little brother, I feel he would have been similar lol)

"Hey man lighten up, you're a walking lava lamp! that shouldn't be hard for ya big guy." Hawkes was hovering at Endeavour's eye level, wearing a smirk as he crossed his arms. Endeavour growled, glaring at the stubborn bird brained hero. "Hey what can I say it was a good burn." He added with a snicker. Endeavor swatted at Hawkes as if he were nothing more than a pesky mosquito. His phone was ringing.

"Silence!" He snapped, "The agency is calling." He answered gruffly; "what is the meaning of this? I am working on a case!"

"About that sir!" A voice nervously responded, "we were just informed that Eraserhead and Present Mic disappeared while in pursuit of a lead? Regarding that villain you were pursuing..." Endeavor growled;

"Do I look like a street patroller?! Just get a hold of Fatgum; tell him, and stop wasting my time we're professionals!" He grumbled under his breath; "since when did we come to a time where pro heroes needed babysitters?" His receptionist quietly explained;

"That's the problem sir...Fatgum as well as his intern were the first ones on the scene; but...they disappeared as well, and never made a report." Endeavor froze; what was this? The league? All for One? He narrowed his eyes.

"I see...the situation is alot more serious than I thought, thank you for notifying me. Ensure that the rest of our units continue as normal but have them on standby if things get out of hand."

"yes sir..." Endeavor hung up.

"Come on Hawkes..." He grumbled. "We have work to do."

---

Hawkes was flying high above the air, they were nearing Aizawa and Hizashi's last known location when he heard a loud shout. Keigo stopped, doing a double take. "HEY!" He looked down to see what looked like a group of kids being chased by some wierd looking guy in a purple cloak.

"Pick on someone your own size you psycho!" He shouted, swooping down and kicking the assailant square in the chest. He was knocked back into some garbage cans, making one of the boys cheer.

"Good hit mister!" Hawkes turned with a grin.

"Thanks, don't you worry I'll make sure you get home..." He froze, his eyes wide as he got a good look at the kids. One of the boys was chubby, wih a familiar wide grin. "...Fatgum?..." The kid with shaggy black hair that looked an awful lot like Aizawa suddenly screamed, pointing over Hawkes shoulder.

"HEY LOOK OUT!" The villain suddenly appearing and grabbing Keigo, not to mention Aizawa's shout startled poor Hizashi and he screamed loudly; bringing Keigo and the villain to their knees. In fear, the boy quickly turned and ran.

"Hey, wait!" Keigo tried to stand but the figure in the purple cloak hovered overhead with his boot planted on Hawke's back.

"Come on!" Taishiro quickly lead the others away after Hizashi, "we have to help him!" Hawkes couldnt move as he reached towards the kids.

"Dammit wait!" He froze as he felt a hand on his head.

"Nice try hero!" The last thing Hawkes saw was a cloud of smoke.

---

Keigo was aching all over when he opened his eyes, his tiny body picked up like a ragdoll as the villain lifted him by the scruff of his shirt. The rest of the events were a blur, a huge man that looked like a walking roman candle burst in and punched the villain but as he was picked up, the second that Keigo had touched the man's arm he too was surrounded by smoke.

The next thing Keigo knew, he was sitting in a waiting room with a group of other kids. All of them tired, one kid with particularly shaggy black hair was passed out on the tile floor snoring loudly.

---

"We made arrangements for Taishiro and Hizashi already; do you think you could handle Takami?"  (X) shrugged.

"Sure, but if he gives me shit when this thing wears off I'm blaming you!" She chuckled, shaking her head. Nezu laughed, walking alongside her to the waiting room.

"Takami?..." (X) called, glancing around the waiting room. Her eyes fell on a kid with small bright red wings wearing a familiar dazed look. Nezu walked Keigo over, explaining that she was going to look after him for a couple days. The small eight year old boy looked right up at (X) with a deadpan expression.

"So I'm staying with that old lady?" (X) narrowed her eyes, even as a child he had a sharp tongue.

"Keep that up and I'll make you take a bath when we get back home." The boy immediately shut his mouth, remaining quiet until they got home. Keigo was very unimpressed upon arrival as he found himself coaxed into getting a bath anyway. Afterwards as he lay in bed with a sweater that was much too big for him  however, even he had to admit he felt much better.

---

"I want chicken nuggets!" The boy declared, his feet on the table and his pitiful wings proudly outstretched. (X) rolled her eyes, he had come barreling into her room at 6am begging to be fed. "I'M STARVING!" He had insisted. She glared at him.

"No." Keigo scrunched his face up and crossed his as he crossed his arms.

"Yes!" He snapped.

"I said no." (X) sighed.

"Well...I said yes!" She smirked.

"That doesn't change anything! You can't have chicken nuggets for breakfast, you're not supposed to have your feet on the table so get them off, and get some manners while you're at it.." (X) grumbled, standing up to the sound of the coffee pot announcing a fresh brew of the nectar of the gods. (X) sipped her coffee slowly, mostly black but with a tiny dash of creme.

"I wanna try some!" Keigo hopped off the table, bouncing at her feet.

"Definitely not, now I am going to wash my face and then I'll make us some eggs okay?" Keigo nodded.

"Okay, eggs are good..." He watched (X) leave then slowly turned to the coffee pot.

(X) returned to find an empty mug left on the ground, a half empty coffee pot and Keigo laughing uncontrollably in the next room. She gasped, he was hanging upside down from the ceiling fan. "KEIGO!?" (X) shouted, running to detatch him. As she got closer Keigo's feathers got caught on the pull switch of the fan and before they knew it he was spinning uncontrollably, was flung off through the air against a wall.

The rest of the morning was no better, he was running around nonstop, even flying indoors and sending things sailing. The school owed her a new set of dishes to put it simply.

Eventually (X) admitted defeat, taking Keigo to the nearby park to blow off some steam. "This kid is going to be the death of me..." (X) moaned, leaning back as exhaustion washed over her. She found herself dozing off, her eyes growing heavy snd before she knew it (X) was asleep. It like it had only been seconds when she was woken to the sound of thunder. There was a very light drizzle but it would definitely get heavier.

Everyone else in the park had left, Keigo was standing on the bench beside her. He was attempting to use his tiny wings as an umbrella. "You look tired...can we go home?" (X) smiled, laughing softly.

"Well aren't you sweet. Okay."

Warm clothes, hot bowls of beef stew, and plenty of  cartoons made for the perfect evening. By the end of their third film they had both fallen asleep on the couch, the tiny boy curled up beside (X) with her arms sleepily wrapped around him.

---

It was still the middle of the  night when Keigo woke and was back to normal. It was unexpected, considering him suddenly being full size left him with no room on the couch and he loudly crashed to thw floor.

"mm...Takami?..." (X) mumbled, sitting up slowly. She looked at the floor to see Keigo, staring back up her. He could feel his face burning, the memories of the day flooding in.

"uhm...for what it's worth?...I don't actually think you're an old lady..." He mumbled slowly.

(X) smirked, shaking your head. "Come here you idiot..." Keigo curled back up on the couch with her. "So, you're not going to give me shit?" Keigo chuckled, she could feel his voice vibrate as he slowly pulled her into an embrace. His nose and mouth softly nuzzled into the top of her head.

"Maybe I'll wait a couple days first." (X) giggled, her face pressed into his chest.

"Maybe we should go on a coffee date."

Keigo laughed, "oh fuck off!"

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[mcheang]

Lila steals a Miraculous from Ladybug but she is not compatible with it and can't control the power. Sr causes a mess and the News catch Ladybug ranting about Lying Lila stealing a Miraculous. Lila either gets exposed or people think that she betrayed Ladybug. Either way, it causes problems to Mrs Rossi at the Italian Embassy.

Vocal Objection

Once when Rena Rouge had to stop and recharge in the middle of the battle, Lila saw her detransform.

Lila promised Alya she was the one who suggested the blogger should be a hero. Trixx protested in hiding by tugging hard on Alya’s hair. Alya thought Trixx was urging her back to battle, but then Lila went on to bemoan how she didn’t think she could be a hero with all her disabilities.

Alya was like, what? No way. The miraculous would negate all that stuff. Then she suggested they switch places (IN THE MIDDLE OF THE BATTLE)

Yeah bad idea. Lila transformed but upon entering the battlefield, Ladybug called her out as a thief and a liar, demanding to know what she had done to Rena Rouge.

So much for trying to announce herself as a new hero. Sure, Lila could have truthfully said Alya decided she should have a turn being a hero, but Ladybug would never have accepted that. Lila would have loved to join forces with Hawkmoth but Alya was recording everything. Not good. Pretending to have chicken feet, Lila escapes.

Oh well, the commotion was enough distraction for Chat to steal the akumatized object.

As Alya yells for Lila to come back and be a hero, Ladybug comes down and takes away the phone before scolding Alya because she isn’t supposed to just transfer miraculous without permission! Not to mention Ladybug doesn’t even trust Lila.

When Alya explains that she just wanted a chance for Lila to be a superhero, Ladybug retorts Lila isn’t superhero material because she is a super liar.

Alya: what?

Ladybug: Alya, did you ever ask me if Lila was my best friend?

Alya pales. “No.”

Ladybug: and if Lila isn’t my best friend, what is she?

Alya: ...a liar

Ladybug exhales and tries to rein in her temper. “This is partially my fault. I should have told you about Lila.”

Alya shook her head. “No. I should have known better. Even when Marinette told me Lila was a liar, I didn’t even bother to fact check.”

Carapace: dudettes, maybe focus on the task at hand. We need to catch Lila.

Chat grimaced. “Before she hands over the miraculous to Hawkmoth.”

Alya: would she?

Chat: she was working with Oniichan before.

Ladybug: you didn’t tell me that. And you actually left me alone with her while you got Kagami home?

Chat: we both made mistakes, M’lady! Remember that.

Ladybug exhaled again, trying not to throttle her partner. “Lila shouldn’t be able to use the miraculous. Trixx isn’t Pollen. He won’t be willing to tell Lila anything. And without his name, given by himself, she doesn’t have control of Trixx, at all.”

Carapace: but what do we do in the meantime.

Ladybug: we announce the truth

So while Alya films Ladybug denouncing Lila as a liar and a thief, and demanding the return of the miraculous, Chat Noir and Carapace enlist the police to help in their search. Hell, even a call is made to Mrs Rossi who should really turn on the TV and watch the news sometime. It takes her colleagues to catch her up to speed and she is horrified.

Hawkmoth is also on the hunt for Lila. (Actually, why can’t he just create a sentimonster for tracking miraculous? Oh right. It would the whole series before it could go on.)

Lila is trying to get Trixx to tell her stuff but Trixx knows she’s a liar and refuses to say anything but insults and lies. He demands Lila return the pendant but if she won’t...well, it is pretty easy to find Lila with loud and bright neon illusions pointing out her location.

Lila is under arrest as Chat finally tells of her crime in aiding a terrorist. While Lila tries to defend herself, claiming she was coerced, Ladybug also points out she has a record for lying. Her word can’t be trusted. And while Chat’s witness statement is very late, he is still more trustworthy than her, especially after she stole a miraculous with a lie.

Mrs Rossi goes to the police station with the family lawyer but things aren’t looking good when the beloved Parisian heroine herself accuses Lila in public. It causes the celebrities who admire her to check out what Lila has lied about.

Needless to say, Lila is faced with a lot of lawsuits. She is expelled for truancy.

She is also sent to juvie and therapy.

Why didn’t Hawkmoth akumatize Lila? He tried but Ladybug was already there and purified the butterfly before it even got close to Lila. The latter’s look of delight at the sight of the evil butterfly was also seen by the police officers.

Lila’s juvie center was outside Paris. Her mother was also sent back because of her ignorance of the Paris situation. If she is so busy with her job that she can’t monitor her daughter, shouldn’t she at least be good at it?

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[storiesforallfandoms]

isn’t it ironic? ~ bo burnham

word count: 1219

request?: no

description: shortly after joking about not having any children, his girlfriend surprises him with a big announcement

pairing: bo burnham x female!reader

warnings: swearing

masterlist (one, two)

It’s funny how things work out sometimes. One minute, your fiancée is joking about how all of his friends are having kids but he’s not, the next minute you’re looking down at a positive sign on a digital pregnancy test.

Bo and I had been together for roughly five years. I had actually met him at what was supposed to be his very last stand up show during his Make Happy tour. My friend was lucky enough to get backstage passes for us to go meet him, and when the two of us were introduced we clicked basically right away. A week later, I found myself dating the Internet’s favorite tall, lanky comedian.

Being with Bo during that time could only be described as an adventure. I got to watch him do so many amazing things, such as writing and directing Eighth Grade, directing comedy specials for other comedians, such as his own inspirations like Chris Rock, and starring in the Oscar worthy film Promising Young Woman.

But more than just those accomplishments, I got to experience some of my own with Bo. We went on vacations together, moved in together, eventually got engaged. And once the dreaded age of 30 started to approach Bo, of course the topic of kids was brought up. We both knew we wanted to have kids eventually, but neither one of us knew if we were ready or not. With Bo’s career taking off in a completely different way than it already had, and with him still trying to deal with his mental health issues, we figured having kids would just happen whenever it was right.

After the infamous lockdowns of 2020, Bo started filming a new special for YouTube. He decided to set up the guest house in our backyard as his little work station and spent days on end in there. He wrote songs and sketches, directed the entire thing, recorded most of the songs on the spot and then re-recorded until he thought they were perfect. Not to mention he edited everything himself. It was impressive to watch it happen, and getting to see all the hard work paying off in real time made the sense of pride Bo was feeling radiate off of him and onto me.

On the night of his 30th birthday, after spending yet another day in the guest house, Bo excitedly came through the kitchen door.

“You have to watch the clip I filmed today.”

I sat down at the couch with him and watched my nearly nude fiancée sing about how unhappy he was to be turning 30. I couldn’t stop giggling the entire song. It was definitely one of my favorites that he had done thus far.

One of the lines in the song, the sort of bridge I guess you could say, was repeated at the end of the song, “Now my stupid friends are having stupid children”. That alone was pretty funny, but it became even more so a week later when I found myself sat next to the toilet, throwing up everything I had eaten for breakfast that morning.

Bo was filming that day, so I decided to sneakily go to the store to pick up two pregnancy tests, to really make sure I was getting accurate results. When they both came back positive, I made a doctor’s appointment right away.

When I burst through the door of our guest house in the middle of filming, Bo, who was sat in the floor in the middle of all of his wires and recording equipment, looked up at me in shock. He quickly got to his feet and approached me, concern on his face.

“Are you okay? What’s going on?”

I couldn’t get the words out, so I held up the ultrasound I had just received as a response. Bo’s eyes widened, looking between me and the ultrasound. Finally it kicked in and he took it from my hand.

“No way,” he breathed. “No way! Please tell me this is real and you’re not just playing some joke on me.”

“It’s real, Bo. We’re having a baby,” I confirmed.

“We’re having a baby,” he repeated, his voice soft. “Oh my God, I’m gonna be a dad, and you’re gonna be a mom!”

I giggled at his reaction. He picked me up in his arms and held me tightly. I wrapped my arms around him and buried my nose in his recently grown out hair. I was so happy that words couldn’t even describe it, and I knew Bo was too. That’s all either of us could ever even ask for.

“You can’t release that 30 song now,” I told him when he put me down. “You’re also having a stupid child, it’s not accurate anymore.”

Realization crossed Bo’s face, which was replaced by a sly smile. “Let’s keep it private until we have the baby. At the rate I’m going, we’re likely to have it right around the time I release the special.” He looked over his shoulder at the camera he had set up. “I even have the reaction recorded that we can use for the announcement.”

So that’s what we did. Somehow we managed to hide my pregnancy from the public eye. I guess it wasn’t as hard as I expected; Bo didn’t post personal stuff on his social media, and he didn’t go out enough to be spotted by fans or paparazzi. If we ever did go out, I would wear one of his hoodies, which was so baggy on me that no one would’ve ever known that I was hiding a baby bump.

And he also ended up bring right, we actually had our baby the day after Inside was released to the world, June 1st, 2021. Even more irony in our already irony filled situation, I went into labor late on May 30th, the night of the release. Everything just perfectly fell into place like that.

We decided to wait until the baby was born to find out the gender and, to Bo’s delight (as well as my own but mainly his), we had a beautiful, healthy, baby girl. We knew we wanted to stuck to the same sort of thing Bo did with his name, the BB initials, so we picked the name Bethany Ann Burnham. With her arrival, it felt like our little family was complete.

After the hours of painful labor, it felt like heaven just to lay back in the hospital bed. Bo was sat next to me, cradling our newborn baby girl. I couldn’t help but smile at the two of them. He looked so happy, which made my heart swell with happiness too.

“Hey Bo,” I said, breaking the silence of the room. He looked up at me, the sheepish smile still on his face. “I just realized something.”

“What’s that honey?” he asked.

“You finally have someone who can fit their hand inside of a Pringle can.”

It took a moment for the joke to set in, and when it did, Bo hung his head and groaned.

“Your daddy’s life is a fucking ironic joke, Beth,” he muttered to our sleeping daughter. “Get used to that baby girl.”

I laughed and leaned over as far as I could go to kiss his cheek, then the top of Bethany’s head.

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