#and if i were pink i would also force dan to take a break from tour to come sing love duets with me on national tv

[quarterprioritymidnight]

P!nk and Dan Smith performing 'Just Give Me a Reason' (Brit Awards, 2019)

#mine #bastille #sometimes i make good quality gifs #and sometimes i do not #such is the way of life #this is dedicated to the person in the next house with whom i share a wall #and is clearly going through a breakup or something cause theyre very loudly listening to sad music and its like 1am #which apparently involves a lot of pink and also singing along to please dont leave me help #anyway this is one of the funniest performances of all time #and she was truly so me-coded in this performance #both in how she was looking at dan #and if i were pink i would also force dan to take a break from tour to come sing love duets with me on national tv #incl. the intense eye contact for the entire song ofc #honestly the bit where she touches her chest and sings its been written in the stars of our hearts or whatever #queen behaviour

[akinosenoragami]

Starless daze

A Blackstar theater starless Kagepro au.

I've been really into kagerou project again recently. And so I decided to write this fanfiction. So far I'm still figuring out the cast and such so please be patient with me.

This was also posted on ao3. Enjoy.

Summary

Taiga is a shut in who hasn't left his house in 2 years, one August 14th he gets into an argument with Mizuki a boy who lives in his computer, jump scared by his brother barging into his room and spills coffee on his keyboard and is forced to go to the mall. he is then faced with a hostage situation, teenagers with super powers and black eyes that call themselves the Kurohoshi dan and secrets that slowly come to light about the mysterious group, himself and everyone else around him.

First chapter: an artificial enemy

It was a hot August day. Summer has already started, children are out of school for summer break, the cicadas are out and about singing loud, and then you have Taiga. 

"Hey, are you sure you don't wanna go outside?" 

"Not, now Mizuki I'm busy." 

This is Taiga, a shut-in who doesn't leave the house yet somehow is able to get work as a freelance engineer, and lives with his older brother. 

"Busy with what? You're currently on discord talking about the latest shooter you've played and complaining how the quality is shit." 

"It's called taking a break. And I'm not saying it's shit, I'm reviewing it. Now go back to whatever you were doing."

"What ev' " 

And that is Mizuki, a digital being that lives in Taiga's computer that just magically appeared one day from an email. Loves to bug Taiga to go outside. 

"C'mon the weather is so nice out!"

"And by nice you mean scorching hot. I'd die out there before reaching my destination." 

"So what If you die. I'll just ask your brother to pack you some water instead of coffee." 

"You're evil. You know coffee is my bloodline." 

"Not anymore Bitch." 

They continued the conversation back and forth until, “Taiga! I’m heading to the mall. Do you need anything?” Nekome said as he stuck his head in startling Taiga, causing him to fall back on his chair, kicking the table and sending the mug of coffee flying with the liquid landing on his keyboard.

“Ah…that’s a goner alright.” Mizuki commented

“Argh! Aniki!!!” 

“Sorry, did I scare you?” 

And this here folks is Nekome, Taiga’s older brother. Unfortunately we don’t know much about him.

“I thought we already went over this! Knock first before entering, stupid brother!” 

“Sorry I was just going to ask if you’d like to come to the mall with me.”

“...Not like I’ve got a choice.”

“Hey there Nekome!” 

“Hello Mizuki, would you like to come with us?” 

“Hell Yeah!”

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A few minutes later we skipped to the three of them on the way to the mall. 

“I told you it was scorching hot…” 

“ C’mon Taiga, we're just a few blocks away from air conditioning!”

“Mizuki. Shut up. You’re not helping.”

“Now now, Taiga, don't be like that Mizuki was only trying to cheer you on.” 

“Oi Nekome, make sure you give this fucker plenty of water.”

“Hey!”

“Alright you two.” 

____________________________________________________________________________

“Alright we’re here!” 

“haa…ha….Finally.”

“Alright, I’m going to find some lightbulbs. Meetup back here in an hour or so alright.” 

“Alright.” 

Taiga and Mizuki then proceeded to part ways with Nekome in search for a new keyboard. Meanwhile Mizuki gets distracted by all the stuff that’s around them. 

“Taiga, look at that! Doesn’t that skate deck look cool?!” 

“I’ve got no idea what you’re going on about. Besides, we're looking for a keyboard, not a skateboard."

"Boo what the fuck, you're no fun." 

“I’m only interested if it’s essential. Now then where are the electronics- ugh.” 

“Sorry. I wasn’t looking.” a stranger with long hot pink hair apologized.

“It’s alright, it's also my bad I didn’t see you there.” Taiga replied. As soon as he lifted his head the stranger had mysteriously vanished. 

“What the- Where’d he go?”

“Pfft- Taiga that was lame af.” 

“Zip it Mizuki.”

A couple of seconds later they were soon greeted with a smoke bomb, “Cough, cough, What the hell is going on?!” Taiga asked, confused by the situation, only to be met with a metal pipe to the head.

“Taiga! Oi Taiga! Wake Up Taiga!” 

“Ugh…what the?”

“Taiga! Thank god you’re awake!” Nekome said as he sat right next to him. 

“Aniki?”

“Oh great you’re finally awake motherfucker.”

“Mizuki?”

“Attention all shoppers, this floor is now under our control, we have hostages and we want a 3 billion yen ransom. To the mall owner. If you are unable to provide the money, who knows what will happen to these poor hostages. You have no way to open the safety shutters on this floor.” 

“Yeah. Current situation, you are being held hostage.”

“Eh?” Taiga looked around him and noticed the zip ties on his thumbs tied to the back.”

“They got me too unfortunately haha. " Nekome said as he laughed it off.

"Well this is one hell of a predicament." Taiga complained. 

"Nice hell of a predicament you're in. " 

"Woah! Who are you?" 

" The name's Akira. And I got myself into a pickle just like you."

"Huh…" 

"So? What about you? What's your name?" 

"Taiga."

"So…Taiga…do you have a plan?" 

Looking around Taiga Stas forming strategies in his head.

"Actually I do." 

"Wait for real?! Like an actual plan?"

"Yeah."

"Hear that Sotetsu?" 

"Loud and clear." 

"Uagh! Since when were you there?!" 

"He's been here the whole time." 

“Aight…so what’s the plan?” 

“ I’m gonna make a dash for it. Computer over there’s got like a usb-c cable. I can hook it up and let Mizuki loose on the terrorist system. But I’m gonna need a diversion”

“You got it.” Akira says with a smirk.

“Ow! Watch it dickhead!” the terrorist leader said as he grabbed one of his lackeys by the collar.    

Soon the whole place started crashing down, TVs started falling over, shelves started coming down. The whole place is in chaos as people start screaming. 

By the confusion Taiga makes a mad dash towards the other side of the floor, but one of the lackeys grabs him by his shirt. “Where do you think you’re going huh?”, only to be met with a smack to the head by none other than Nekome, “What do you think you’re doing to my brother huh?” Taiga gets freed from the lackey’s grip. “ Thanks bro!” Taiga says as he continues on.

Finally reaching the computers, Taiga pulls out his phone. “Alright Mizuki… Your Turn!” 

“Leave it to me.”

Plugging his phone to the cable, the terrorist network gets taken over. “Ha Ha, system overload complete, take that motherfuckers!!! Muahahahaha!”

As the safety shutters lift up flooding the floor with daylight, Taiga begins to feel dizzy and faints. 

“Taiga! Are you okay?!” Mizuki panics, As Taiga starts to black out. 

To be continued.

#blackstar theater starless #fanfiction #kagepro au #posted on ao3 #chapter 1

[indianamoonshine]

Strawberry | Chapter 13 | Common Tongue

Summary: This chapter is titled after a Hozier song. Take that as you will.

Rating: M. If I see anyone minor interacting with this or hear of anyone reading it, I will block your ass.

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“I’m a virgin,” you had said to him one night.

It meant nothing.

It meant nothing because, to him, you were the same with or without having slept with someone. Din knew that - had you chose him - it would be an honor. He would think no differently of you either way, and that even if the two of you never had sex, he was glad to have met you.

Now he thinks he may be addicted.

Part of him really wishes that you hadn’t gone this far; that the innocence would have lasted until whenever it was that he forced to leave. Because now he was in over his fucking head.

Behind the shed, you’d grabbed his hand and palmed yourself against the cotton of your underwear. The song of cicadas did a humbling job of masking your little pants or the way you whimpered beneath him. And, sure, Din did everything in his power to break traditional norms, but he wasn’t going to fuck you behind a shed for the first time. His heart broke when he separated himself from you and you whined underneath your breath in protest.

“Come on,” he huffed, lungs attempting to keep up. “Let’s go.”

|

Three minutes.

That’s how long it took to run from the main house to the cabin. Three goddamned minutes was a record. You don’t recall running that fast since becoming an adult. If your high school gym teacher has witnessed the velocity in which you just sprinted, she’d be amazed.

It was good old fashioned motivation.

Fortunately, Din’s barely taken his hands off of you so he managed to catch your clumsy ass when you tripped over the lip of the front door. The two of you had chuckled against the other before he asked, “Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” you giggle. You place a hand upon your cheek in feign distress. “But I think I may need to lay down…”

Your tone, which is laced with suggestive demure, has Din raising a brow. “Oh yeah?” he growls.

You nod sweetly, lips still pressed against his. “Mm hm.”

|

You’re so goddamn beautiful.

When he presses you against the plushness of the sheets, he admires the way your hair fans about you and frames your face. Your cheeks are flushed and your lips plump from his kiss, the natural pout of them more pronounced now that he’s bitten and sucked at the flesh. The brilliance of your skin glows beneath the yellow light, neck joining the expanse of your bust which heaves with endurance. He kisses down your pulse point until he reaches the neck of his t-shirt.

His t-shirt.

“Can I?” he whispers against the hollow of your neck, fingering the edge of the fabric.

“Yes.”

|

You’ve never been this exposed to anyone other than the occasional friend (when changing) or your sisters (also when changing). It’s been so long since you’ve gone outside of yourself - into the very thick of reality - so when he asked if he could reveal you to it, the urgent “yes” surprised yourself.

Still - it’s another kind of anxiety; not violent, but in the way. When he’s stripped the shirt from your body - carefully, as though he were unwrapping a priceless antique - it’s a natural instinct to cover yourself, confident of the way you weren’t.

“Take all the time you need,” he whispers against the flesh of your neck. “I’m a patient man.”

It should’ve been enough and maybe in an alternate universe it was. Maybe that version of you threw all misogynistic beauty standards out the window into the night, but in this present day-in-age, you took a minute to go over the mental checklist. What if you weren’t to his standards? What was the situation like down there? What would you do if he wasn’t all that you decided him to be?

How long would it take to heal from that?

Before your mother died she took your hand and made you promise: I will do everything I can to feel joy, as fleeting as it may be. There are lessons to be learned. She’d made you chant it in a monkish way, as though preforming a ceremony in the sterility of a hospital room strung with cheap tinsel and a sad, plastic tree at her bedside. You’d understood what she meant then like the way a student might understand the components of Ancient Greek; not until it is utilized can its full potential make any sense at all.

The philosophers - and your mother - be onto something.

|

Something like a muffled version of his name slips lazily through your lips. And while it’s dissected, pulled apart with a lazy and tense breath, it’s the first time his name has sounded poetic. Din never thought of himself this way; that his person could ever inspire such an organic response as the way you unwound beneath him. He’s laid with women before - three, he thinks - but he’s not positive he’s ever experienced a woman before.

Xian was good at what she did and she knew it; Din wasn’t oblivious to that but it lacked a certain something. The other times his body has been weaved together with another’s was faceless; just hookups he’s tried so desperately to forget. Hazy nights in which he woke up to in the morning, their backs to him, and identity indistinguishable. Eventually he just stopped trying.

It wasn’t until now with your fingers clutching at his hair that he realized how the act - the very dance itself - could be purifying. How it could wash away the very worst of similar experiences and how it made something that always felt cheap now priceless. The body is a temple, his elders would always say, and it never made any sense to him. The body is a fortress made to withstand hurricanes and torpedos. It was no place to kneel, to worship, to inspire anything other than sheer refuge.

How ironic, as kneeling was the very thing he was doing now.

Irony wasn’t the word. Fateful, he supposes, as he tastes the fruit that’s always been so forbidden to him. Your thighs clench around his head and the fingers that have been stroking his hair grip the sheets, white knuckling the starched weave, until a gasp is caught in your throat. And then there is nothing but the pressure of ignition until it crumbles around you, fizzing the air with something akin to champagne bubbles.

There is no nasally whine that follows afterwards like there always had been before you. No wild “yes!” that pollutes the air. Just the instability of a weakened chest, the grasping at air, and the delicious feel of your hand enveloping his after having pulled it from your sex.

|

You weren’t a stranger to penetration though this was was with exceptions; no one had ever done anything to you with foreign or, well, domestic objects. At the age of eighteen, your friends at the time had dragged you to the building on the east end of town that never officially existed until legality said that it did. La Boudoir Rouge was the place ‘vodka aunts’ went to cure the blues, bought mysterious items, and then hid the pink bags in the back of their closets.

So, yes; sex was a foreign exchange policy you’ve never found yourself involved in, but you knew the dynamics. You’d bought equipment and even enjoyed it more than you’d initially expected. Penetration wasn’t at all strange to you.

This made it easier, you think, as Din finally slides in. There was a stretch of course, and it took you a moment to get comfortable enough to brave any movement. Din drops his forehead upon yours, letting out a strangled breath through his nose, as you struggle to come to terms with the size. He’d given off an energy but…

“It’s so big,” you gasp once he reaches the spongey part of you. It feels stupid, it falls short on a botched intake of breath, but it’s the truth.

Din’s composing himself, silent in his endeavor to mold himself within you. His arms are pressed on either side of you, body flush against yours with his pelvis meeting your pubic bone. There’s another moment of silence before he kisses at your temple.

“Are you okay?” he whispers.

A smile graces your lips, though your eyes are clenched. “That’s an understatement.”

|

The pace is fast, sweat inspiring. It drips down your neck until it falls in the valley of your breasts and Din wants so badly to lick it from your skin, but he’s too distracted by the way you clench around him. It’s ironclad - it’s the best goddamn pussy he’s ever had.

He wants to tell you that but he’s unsure of how you’d react. You’ve been letting out delicious gasps and moans reaching an octave you’d never reach sober, but not you’re coherently vocal enough for him to say it outright.

And then you breathe it in a pathetic whine: “It’s yours, Din. It’s yours.”

He almost stops, but his body is hellbent on seeing this through. Whatever the fuck this was; a spiritual experience maybe. Perhaps he’d died after the last mission - broken and buried underneath mounds of dirt - and now rests in paradise where he fucks his way through eternity.

A raw, animalistic response possesses him, the fistful of flesh from your hips is replaced by the swell of you cheeks. He embraces you softly, but sternly enough to incite a whimper.

“What was that, chica bonita, huh?”

You throw your head back as he slams his hips against yours with more force, the excitement conjuring a great wave of adrenaline coursing through his veins. You try to speak but it fails to materialize.

He was balls deep and you were still shy by your interjection.

“What’s mine, sweet girl?” he whispers, mouth tickling along your collarbones. The contrast of gentle words and barbaric thrusts is something he’s never experienced during sex. Ever.

You let out one more mouthwatering whine before saying: “My pussy is yours, Din. Take it. Please, please…”

|

Suffice to say, that’s what does it. The two of you cum at the same time, like a synchronized dance, clutching one another so tightly it leaves red ribbons. Your fingernails had dug into his forearms and his at your waist in which his hands wrapped around. He lets out a deep, broken growl as you whimper, shaking like a leaf, and he pulls out just in time to paint your belly with pearlescent threads.

He collapses on top of you, knocking the wind from your fragile body. You’re absolute jelly beneath him, crumbled into bits, and would never be the same. Let’s stay here forever, you want to tell him.

Din presses his face into the hollow of your neck, listening to the rapid pulse beneath flushed and thin skin. Then he kisses the blood flow beneath once, twice. “My gorgeous girl…”

Stay with me. Stay with me.

You wrap your arms - which have settled from the convulsions - around his neck and hug him tightly against you.

Don’t leave me. Don’t leave me.

#din djarin x reader #din x reader #strawberryfic #mando x reader #the mandalorian x reader #din x y/n #din x you #mando x y/n #mando x you

[mx-misty-eyed]

A bunch of SAI livestream observations

I literally just copied and pasted the notes I took so I'm sorry if they make no sense.

Chronological notes:

-livestream starts by showing a birds-eye view of Dema and playing Good Day

-Tyler looks really depressed

-bishops (Sally/Sacarver and Dan/Lisden) introduce TOP as “the popular band, Twenty One Pilots” - trying to portray them as popular and likable to get more people to listen

-Sacarver says the dragon (Trash) is “kinda dark” - implies that Trash is good

-Tyler’s hair is “number 16 cotton candy” - further shows how Dema controls/catalogs everything

-“there’s not twenty one pilots, there’s only two guys!” - maybe it doesn’t mean anything but that phrase is *the* phrase that will piss off almost any clikkie

-bishops ask where Josh is and if he’s hiding, Sacarver says “come here, you little moron” - Josh isn’t with Dema because they don’t know where he is, plus they wouldn’t call him a moron if he was on their side

-Sacarver wants Tyler to play Stressed Out because she’s always stressed (due to working with Lisden) and because “it’s my favorite” - Stressed Out is the song that made TOP popular, she may be stressed due to working with Lisden because she’s the one that seems to want to escape Dema more, while he seems to buy into the message/concept of Dema more

-Tyler tunes out bishops and then starts singing Choker

-Bishops grab Tyler after Choker and force him onto another set, where Stressed Out plays.  Bishops stay onstage during Stressed Out - again, Stressed Out made TOP popular, which is what the bishops want

(okay i know the bishops are bad but that last image would make a badass computer wallpaper)

-Stressed Out fades into Migraine

-“thank God it’s Friday/because Fridays will always be better than Sundays” - probably doesn’t mean anything, but the livestream was on a Friday

-Josh counted for Tyler on “depressssssing”, but not verbally like in the studio version

-Migraine background has the psi symbol

-Migraine transitions into Morph, with a video of a crowd from the Trench era (Tyler interacts with the ‘crowd’ with a call and answer)

-Tyler doesn’t say “Josh Dun” in Morph

-Morph turns into Holding on to You (“entertain my faith” part) with a rain/lightning effect

-right before “lean with it rock with it”, there’s static and it cuts to the bishops who advertise SAI on the second set (blue/pink/yellow rainbow)

-“they just don’t play hits like this on the radio these days” - “this song will never be played on the radio” from Fairly Local

-after, a ‘commercial’ plays

-the first commercial has the black slipcase on the right and the blue slipcase on the left.  In the back, from left to right: cassette, three cd’s stacked on top of each other (white on top, pink in the middle, blue on the bottom), blue box (limited edition box set sold on their website), lyric booklet

-“Dema is bringing you this music collection that is vibrant with saturation” - the Twitter banner was slowly desaturated while in the process of announcing the album, ads for SAI said “feel the saturation!”

-Shy Away, Choker, and Mulberry Street are mentioned during the first ad - two out of three singles released before the album dropped and the most propaganda-like song

-After commercial, Tyler plays Mulberry Street - Lisden said it was his favorite (likely b/c it’s propaganda)

-Mulberry Street starts inside but Tyler goes outside to a street (Mulberry St.) with extras that are ‘frozen’ in place

-Mulberry Street was the whole song (or almost the whole song), while most songs played were only a small segment - again, it’s Dema’s propaganda, so they want it to go on longer than older songs

-after Mulberry Street, the intro to Lane Boy plays (“why do I kneel to these concepts?  Tempted by control, controlled by temptation.  Stay low, they say, stay low”)

-Lane Boy has people with gas masks in the background

-“Don’t trust a perfect person and don’t trust a song that’s flawless” is repeated several times - later, Sacarver calls the album “perfect”

-Lane Boy transitions into Redecorate

-Chlorine plays next, background has barrels like in music video

-“Running for my…” (Tyler himself doesn’t say the word “life”)

-After Chlorine, Shy Away plays with obviously fake snow/mountainous background.  Chandeliers are hanging and a fancy dining table is set

-Bishop commercial after Shy Away (“break the cycle in half”) plays, bishops have nosebleeds

-Sacarver says “nothing is missing from this collection”, yet SAI has 11 tracks while past albums have 14

-cd’s in front are swapped (black on left and blue on right), and the three cd’s are in a different order (pink on top, blue in the middle, white on the bottom)

-“But remember, you should-” *static* - bishops are likely being controlled by someone else, as it’s unlikely that the Banditos would have the power to cut them off

-Cuts to Mulberry St. set but darker (dusk/nighttime)

-The Outside plays next with Josh wearing skeleton hoodie - The Outside was mentioned in the commercial

-when water is poured on the street after The Outside, it forms a footprint

-Tyler sits in a boat named “Oh” with a lamp and an artificial night sky

-Plays Heathens with a ukulele (no frog croaks)

-transitions into Trees, which is normally the last song

-during Trees, the stars start to blur together (it looks like a timelapse of the North Star)

-Josh in Bandito clothing with a torch is shown (torch looks slightly different than in music vids), then it cuts to Jumpsuit

-Jumpsuit background is a valley like in the music video but it looks greener and more manufactured

-After, Heavydirtysoul plays with a flaming car on set (kinda like in the mv)

-Tyler looks upwards during “can you save my heavydirtysoul?”, looks like he’s pleading (sorry the last pic is so blurry(face))

-background is a road similar to the one in the music video

-Josh keeps crossing his drumsticks during HDS

-Commercial break with hosts (bloody and Sacarver has overexaggerated makeup, plus they have yellow eyes)

-“Now that you’ve heard some of this collection, you must be just like us”

-”Sometimes I close my eyes to try to escape, I just can’t believe how unbelievably perfect this collection is!”  “You know you can’t escape, Sally.”  “Yes, I know.”

-”We’ve come for you”, “We got people on the way, no chances” - “We come for you, no chances”, “We got people on the way” (lyrics from No Chances (which they didn’t play))

-Commercial zooms out to show that it’s on a TV with Tyler, Josh, and others watching - we don’t believe what’s on TV

-Saturday plays, during Jenna dialogue, Jenna has a pink streak in her hair and her top is half-blue, half-white

-Jenna has a yellow phone (Trench) while Tyler has a red one (Dema)

-stutter/pause between “might get” and “loud” happened twice, not just once

-after, they dance onto another set and play Level of Concern

-LOC background looked kind of like Josh’s in the music video (glow in the dark stars against a dark background)

-“In a world where this is as good as it gets, and we miss you, we really do”

-Fades into Ride, background is pink scales and what looks like sideways palm trees?

-Car Radio plays, Josh and Tyler are wearing black masks instead of white ones

-pause after “I liked it better when my car had sound”

-right after Car Radio, an alarm sounds and red lights flash, people run around in the background as Tyler walks onto Mulberry St. set

-Never Take It plays, Tyler comes up close to the camera (almost like in LOC music vid)

-Heavydirtysoul car is on fire to the right of the set

-Trash figurine is on the ground, it looks larger than usual

-Tyler walks back to first set and sits between bishops, who are frozen, and sings “I know it’s over/I was born a choker/nobody’s coming for me” from Choker

-fades out and cuts to bird’s-eye view of the set with crew members clapping and cheering, although even that feels subdued and fake

-shows Josh and Tyler with bishops in background, then credits roll

Various observations:

-Josh’s drumsticks are yellow - furthers concept that he’s against Dema

-SAI songs were generally played longer than older songs

-Bishops call it a “collection”, not an “album”

-Guitarists/trumpet player have one of Tyler’s tattoos on shirt

-Tyler has a pink ring and a blue ring on his left ring and index fingers, respectively (Shy Away music vid)

-various easter eggs on Mulberry St. set (sorry for the quality/size of the pictures)

(says “Rosie’s lounge)

-The door numbers on the Mulberry St. set coincide with the dmaorg.info error message numbers (at the bottom of the message)

-Josh’s bandito mask looks different (has a design on it that looks like a lion?) (unless I’m dumb and it was always like that)

-FPE: the Few the Proud the Emotional (Blurryface), Failed Perimeter Escape (Trench), now Food Petrol Etc (SAI)

-Tyler looks less energetic when singing SAI songs (because it’s Dema propaganda)

-after the show, instrumental versions of The Hype, We Don’t Believe What’s on TV, and Doubt were played.  WDBWOTV is obvious, The Hype has the lyric “just don’t believe the hype”, and Doubt has the lyric “gnawing on the bishops”

-in the Q&A, they said Josh would backflip off the piano, but he didn’t.  They also didn’t do the deathdrop (thing where Tyler just kinda falls backwards)

-Stream was exactly one hour long (started at 8 PM EST, ended at 9 PM EST)

-The livestream ad doesn’t have a crossed O in the only of “one night only”

Josh’s drum set designs:

Trash:

Alien:

Psi symbol 1:

Psi symbol 2:

FULL SONG LIST:

[song number]. [song title] - [album] ([design on Josh’s drum]): [additional notes]

Asterisks indicate songs that transition into each other smoothly

Good Day - SAI (Josh not present): not sang by Tyler (live, that is)

*Choker - SAI (Trash)

Stressed Out - Blurryface (alien)

Migraine - Vessel (alien)

Morph - Trench (alien)

Holding on to You - RATB/Vessel (alien)*

[Dema commercial 1]

Mulberry Street - SAI (Trash)

*Lane Boy - Blurryface (alien)

Redecorate - SAI (alien)

Chlorine - Trench (alien)*

Shy Away - SAI (Psi Symbol 1)

[Dema commercial 2]

The Outside - SAI (Trash)

*Heathens - Suicide Squad soundtrack (Josh not present)

Trees - RATB/Vessel (Josh not present): usually played at end of concert)

[Josh as a Bandito]

*Jumpsuit - Trench (alien)

Heavydirtysoul - Blurryface (alien)*

[Dema commercial 3]

Saturday - SAI (Psi Symbol 2)

*Level of Concern - single (alien)

Ride - Blurryface (alien)

Car Radio - RATB/Vessel (alien)*

[alarm sounds]

Never Take It - SAI (Trash)

Anyways, thats all I have for now but if I missed anything, let me know and I’ll add it!  (I’ll be sure to credit you ofc)

-Admin Crow

#sai #scaled and icy #sai theory #scaled and icy theory #twenty one pilots #twenty øne piløts #top theory #what the hell is going on

[suspiciouslybluemilktea]

The Passed Out Princess Chapters 1-2

Pairing: My CMC (Uyu, Dan Byeol) x Suit Saeran

Description: On days 7-9 of Ray’s route, the player is denied food as “Saeran” makes his presence first known. But, what if MC fell very ill under this method of torture due to a medical condition? Sadly, my custom MC, Uyu (full name Dan Byeol), would deal with exactly this dilemma.

Content warning: Descriptions of throwing up, passing out, and meal skipping. Every food related issue mentioned is strictly medical, and based on my own condition.

This was written under the assumption that you have played Ray’s route in full, so route spoilers ahead! This takes place during the very beginning of day 8, and according to the timings and contents of the chat rooms, it would take place before Saeran cuts contact with the RFA and before he installs a camera to monitor MC in her room. It is timed to match closely around to when I’d get sick myself.

My CMC’s condition deals chronic with low blood sugar, meaning she has to eat to keep it up or suffer the consequences as seen here. It is not diabetes related, it is something she is born with as am I and is linked to more complicated matters I left out to keep it simple. Some symptoms include: growing light headed, severe dizziness, nausea, vomiting, and passing out. See all chapters

I wrote this with flexibility for whichever HC for Saeran you follow (DID or BPD), because whether or not he has one of the following, Rika has drilled it in his head that Ray and Saeran are separate entities, and Saeran views it this way. Consider it written the way Cheritz writes him, with nothing exactly too set.

To make things easier for myself, I’m uploading multiple chapters on each post, chapters only separated by lines. Here is 1 and 2

Ping!

The sound of Dan’s phone alerted her to rise and greet the day with a new chat room open.

As the morning sun took its place in the clear blue sky, the little woman sat up in her big bed, bangs sticking out in all directions as her head thumped with a dull pain. Hunger induced pain, she noted, as her stomach felt empty.

Despite the beauty of this early morning, the light pouring through the windows creating a rosy glow which engulfed the princess room; there was no beautiful light shining on the brunette’s new situation, seeming so dreary and dim.

Uyu still found herself wrapped up in this place, whisked away to a castle tucked deep within mountains known as Magenta. Every corner of the building was constructed brick by brick with a beautifully ornate architectural design, but the bright exterior was only a façade. If she was left caged like this for long, what would become of her? Driven to insanity, perhaps she’d attack and claw at the walls which confined her, unable to turn her anger to Saeran, the real victim in all this. The “savior” made it clear she was the true ruling figure who lurked about as the moon rose, the mastermind behind this place’s pain and suffering.

The night before, after being so kindly introduced to “Saeran”, this golden-haired angel confirmed herself to be quite the wicked witch of the west indeed, and it took everything out of Uyu to not call her harsher names to her face.

Mint Eye was hell redecorated to wear the guise of heaven, but pretty gardens and saccharine words could not fool her. Because Dan wore no wool over her eyes, the savior had no intention of allowing her to live long enough to become the new narrator of “The Yellow Wallpaper”; and she had no shoes to click together at the heel to wish her way home with who she came here for originally.

Just as Ray’s suit did, he changed, flipping like a light switch.

Saeran, the name V previously called him by, did succeed in giving her a good fright, his attitude being the least thing she expected to see after Ray’s earlier sobs over the phone.

Uyu was mainly focused on one solid question after their encounter, though. Just what did that “cleansing” entail in full detail? What did this place do to him, to make him weep and beg for a warm hand to hold one minute, only to push back and try to scare her the next?

It was as if he was caught, dragged by the feet somewhere inescapable, a pit damp and dark down under; rising from a shivering grave cold to the touch.

If it weren’t for her position, she wouldn’t have allowed it.

Now more than ever, this room built on the foundation of fantasy and delight felt like a birdcage which barely allowed her to wiggle an arm through its bars. She relied on her song, her sweet words which Ray claimed to tickle at his heart and hold a power over him like no other before. Her goal, of course, was to use this for good, influencing him to learn to appreciate and care for himself like he should. But now, she felt unable to do even that much, not that she’d give up trying.

Saeran wished to dismiss her and her actions entirely, evident from his need to spew the fact that he bestowed upon her the label of being less than a person, his toy. His play thing.

That sick twisting she felt pooling in her gut upon first hearing the term “cleansing” seemed all too in place.

Ray, as sweet as her prince charming was, had a knack for leaving out important details about this museum of wonder. To her best guess, it was done to avoid panic as none of what went on here could be viewed as normal, or ok. He only briefly mentioned things like the “elixir”, such as on the night V arrived to spiral this place’s plans into chaos.

That was the night she could officially mark a great importance in staying, despite the vast network of lies.

Uyu wasn’t entirely stupid, she had an idea of what the elixir might be a while back, but it was still hard to process regardless.

Saeran threatened to give her one of these cleansing ceremonies...and said he could “draw out the maximum pain in the process”, telling her whatever happened to him hurt. A “no duh” moment indeed, but it was confirmation.

Ray suffered, for no reason other than he was too enwrapped in his blooming feelings for her, something that shouldn’t be taken as a negative but was. It displeased the savior that his chains which bound him by the ankles began to jingle with his new yearning to take flight.

She couldn’t allow herself to lie down and give the savior the satisfaction of breaking her, not when she still had so much to do, and not when Saeran and the RFA were at risk.

As the cool night-time air blew around them, feeling its whisper through her long locks of hair, Ray opened up about Mint Eye’s beliefs as a sanctuary for the “weak”, who had no choice but to lock themselves away to avoid further hurt.

He clearly viewed himself as someone in this category. Weak. But Saeran? Saeran shoved and shouted, which felt like a complete opposite to Ray’s whimpers and pleading. He even went as far as to accuse her of manipulation, of treating Ray like a puppet as she watched him dance to the harp she plucked.

Looking past his outburst and itch to watch her squirm, there stood a man seething with hate sparked entirely by twisted lies and his own fears. He gave himself away rather quickly as he attempted to say she messed with “hisna vefeelings” for some “big plan”.

She had to trust that there were boundaries he wouldn’t cross, being so close to her and forceful...and that was where her panic truly lied. But for now, she’d bank on the idea that he just wanted to scare her, staying alert in case he went too far. There were vases around from Ray’s various gifts that could be used as a weapon during the extreme. Unlike her, Saeran had no fighting skills either, but currently she was a bit too ill for those measures.

For once, a room so pink made her feel neither cozy nor at home.

Uyu’s fuzzy morning vision was then attracted to a black blob hanging on the doorknob. With a little eye rub, she made it out to be a dress, and a rather pretty one at that. In the way it was cut, it would expose much of her shoulders and upper back, the top front of it connected to a bow tied around the back of a neck piece with strings of fabric; like an attached choker. She could only assume it was a “gracious gift” bestowed upon her from the man she saw take Ray’s place. Apparently, he has a thing for black.

Her little device chimed again, and then once more, third time giving her the last push of annoyance she needed to reach over and respond to the opened chatroom.

She sighed with relief seeing Seven was the person active online, as she could now pester him with questions about what he was seeing on his end of the fight. They typed away, Uyu expressing concern for both of the hackers as they discussed Ra-Saeran’s new careless and aggressive tactics to snag him a victory.

As time passed, Jumin joined to ask questions as well, mainly circling around the governmental commendation from the Prime Minister to recognize the RFA for their charity work. Uyu stuck to her gut and pushed against the idea of it being a complete positive.

While both V and Seven acted oddly around the idea of the commendation, the RFA was also just a small organization which had only held two parties previous to Rika’s “passing”. The award was too fishy to trust in her judgment, especially now that she understood things going on around here weren’t at all what they had seemed to be.

Mint Eye wasn’t the only organization she was caught in that held its secrets.

After a bit of talking, Jumin agreed that the prime minister’s reasoning had to be figured out before any final decisions could be made. Everyone logged off, Seven returning to the battlefield and Jumin to stitching in his car.

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The need for food grew worse.

Uyu showered and changed into the outfit provided…not having much of a choice to do otherwise unless she wanted to rewear old clothing. She felt down and sluggish as she dressed the way her toy maker willed, the dark frills of her attire tickling against her thighs as her step dragged. She was still ok enough to make herself look presentable, even if done at such a pace.

Her hair changed to a solid dark brown color as it took in the shower water, the gold ombré reaching her tips returning upon giving it a blow dry, making sure Saeran would have less to scoff next he saw her. She wasn’t aiming to avoid his crude comments, but instead trying to make herself feel good. Call her smelly all he wants, she knows she isn’t.

Saeran was aiming to play into her insecurities, maybe full well knowing she had so very many of them as he tried to wind her up. The least she could do was confirm his lies to be lies in the ways she knew how, if not for him then for her. She couldn’t allow him to figure out what made her gears stop, whether his words were true or not. This was no game of knife throwing, and she was no target.

11:00 AM crept up on her as she moped around quietly in her dollhouse, waiting for Saeran to come and try to take a good yanking on her marionette strings.

Dan sat upon the bed as the empty-headed feeling and banging in her temple raged, shifting to lay down fully and make herself more comfortable. If she stood for too long, she’d sway and wobble as her vision turned to black, purple and green swirls, momentarily clouding both her sight and mind.

Despite her numerous texts and occasional calls, she still heard nothing from Saeran. Not a peep.

She was growing restless as well as worried for him, and what would become of her as she continued to go unfed.

Her phone buzzed, shifting her attention over to it groggily, eyes half lidded as she wanted to sleep off this sinking feeling. Soon, she’d start to go down like the Titanic as lunch time acted as her iceberg.

Uyu hoped it was her self-proclaimed master, only to let out a grumble seeing that it wasn’t. Instead, it was Zen who had logged on.

She chatted with him, trying her best not to voice her ever-growing discomfort from skipping last night’s dinner as well as that morning’s breakfast, lunch time now creeping just around the corner.

After a quick talk, she’d call Saeran again...as uncomfortable as that conversation would be, it was her only viable option to kill the onslaught of nausea.

As they talked for a while, Yoosung joined the conversation as well….with talk of food; stew he was in the middle of making to be precise. She felt her stomach churn and rumble as the need for rest fell over her like a weighted blanket, being the only escape from the inevitable vomit now building up inside.

She logged off within another couple of seconds as the hot sweat began.

Dan swallowed thickly as her stomach went haywire, guts twisting, coaxing her to run to the toilet and empty out the water she could at least keep herself going on from the bathroom tap.

Leaving her phone on the bed, she rose to her feet best she could, stumbling till she reached the cold tiles of the bathroom floor. There, she fell to her knees, pulling her long hair back and away from her damp face, lifting up the toilet seat before her.

Within a mere moment, she felt the contents claw at the inside of her throat with a burning sensation, attempting to break free. She shuddered as her body suddenly fell in temperature, before allowing whatever her tummy could offer up to slip past her lips, color in her face all too faded away, displaying her illness. Gagging and choking noises echoed throughout the small room as the rather clearish liquid flowed from her mouth, tears from the discomfort blurring her vision as she blinked them away.

She stayed like that by the toilet for a while, throwing up a couple more times before making certain that event was over for the time being. Uyu considered herself extremely lucky that none was able to touch her or end up in her hair, but not nice to say vomiting wasn’t new to her. She knew the tricks.

Oddly, when something like this would happen, it gave her a tiny amount of strength back. It was strangely relieving, although emptying her stomach further. Her tummy was able to untense a tad.

She blew her nose and wiped her eyes before giving it all a flush down.

A fast teeth brush followed before she stumbled over to bed where she had left her phone. She fiddled with the RFA app until she could reach Saeran’s contact profile. Trying not to let the dread of being ignored again wash over her, she dialed up his number, both nervous and praying this time for a response.

After that last fit was over, her condition would move her into another stage, passing out being the only thing to come next without the blood sugar spike she needed.

The ringing went on for what felt like an eternity as she groaned and pressed her face into the pillow.

“Pick up...pick up damn it please pick up…”.

Uyu wished that she had made a bigger fuss over this earlier rather than attempting to swallow it and wait it out. Being distracted by “the savior” and Saeran’s screaming was something she shouldn’t have allowed herself to do in the midst of endangering her own health. What was she thinking? She knew it would reach this point, it always does if left unchecked. She internally cursed herself for not speaking up more assertively.

After another moment, his angry voice finally came through the speaker and she sighed softly with relief. The last she had heard from him was at four in the morning.

“Feeling this lonely and desperate already, hmm? Tch...what makes you think you have the right to contact me over and over again when I’m doing important work unlike you?”

She huffed on the other end, which he paid no mind.

“All you do is fiddle around like a good for nothing. You didn’t seem so happy to chat with me last time we spoke, but now you’re all eager and ready? You’re just itching for another visit aren’t you? Impatient little princess~.”

He let out an airy chuckle, finding her repeated acts of calling him rather amusing.

“Don’t worry. I have play time all planned out for you soon, you pest. I’ll bother you ten times more than you ever bothered me-”

She cut off his angry rambling, mumbling quietly as she spoke.

“Saeran...can you please come here? I’m not well right now and I don’t know how much longer I can keep myself functioning...I already threw up-”

“Speak up, you complainer! Seriously? You want to see me so badly that you’d put on an elaborate show? Princess...you can’t win any sort of sympathy from me by acting like a brat. Ugg, I’m going to hang up now. I’ll be imagining the million ways I can punish you for this later, stupid toy. I’m busy! Too busy for a bug like you to understand! You waste my time-”

“Wait please...please come here...it’s harder for me to explain over the phone. I...mentioned this problem earlier..please…”

And she had, briefly attempting to bring it up as he invaded a chat room between her and Jaehee.

“Begging now?”

He took on a sad tone of childish mockery as he continued.

“Please please please...please come see me... AHAHA! You airhead. I know what your medical records look like, and therefore I know you’re spinning a lie. You’re not to be trusted just as my savior says. There’s nothing there pertaining to some sort of eating issue other than the fact that your weak little body can’t handle milk…‘Uyu’~.”

He teased at her chosen nickname, and while the irony was why it was picked, this was less than fun.

“Now quit whining over an empty stomach when it hasn’t even been a full day! It’s no fun to see you give up so fast!”

Dan tried her best not to slur her speech, the task assigned to speak up being too hard of one to follow.

“Fine...fine don’t believe me. But…..it doesn’t hurt to come anyways. Since you want to see me suffer….or whatever….”

“Or whatever??? Toy, if I come see you right now...you won’t like what you’re going to get. I haven’t an ounce of pity in me to give you if that’s what you’re searching for. I'm not the type to let you rest in my lap as I stroke your hair and tell you it will be alright, and I won’t give in and feed you. Instead, I’ll make sure you never wish to call me again.”

“...ok…”

“Ok? Ok?? Haha! ...ok then. Let’s see how pathetic you’ve become as you beg and plead to me in person, little actor. Playtime is happening earlier today than I had planned. Congratulations! I’m extra pissed.”

Call ended.

She let out a puff of air, dropping her phone down next to her before closing her eyes, not bothering to stand in preparation for his arrival.

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foxes + onesies (4/9)

based off of that one post i saw and don’t remember, where people once caught Allison wandering around Fox Tower in a giraffe onesie, and i absolutely melted for her. here is the Foxes’ journey to getting a onesie each!

Dan

of course the next Fox to get their onesie is the Danielle Leigh Wilds

though Nicky almost beats her to it, but that’s a story for another time

now. Dan is fierce. Dan is sexy. Dan is strong. Dan is an inspiration to all.

Dan also wants a ridiculous pajama to match with her boyfriend and her best friends

Dan wants to go full-on girly mode, for once

Dan wants to feel like a kid again, wants to be free of responsibilities, wants to be included in the girl gang

Dan wants

she feels like that one time when she had been excluded from her classmate’s birthday party, because she hadn’t lots of money and the birthday girl knew she wouldn’t be able to bring her a present

because Ally’s is for therapy, Matt’s represent a piece of his childhood, and Renee’s is a lover’s gift

(yeah, she now has to deal with that. just like Neil and Andrew, she didn’t see #renison coming at all. the only difference is, she now has to live with them being a couple 24/7. at least Matt and her live separately, that gives the others a little bit of a break… Renee and Ally? Cuddle monsters. PDA champions. but only in their dorm. only in front of Dan. it’s exhausting. she thinks they might be doing it on purpose…)

anyways

Dan doesn’t have a reason, an excuse, a memory to fuel this childish desire to own one of those adult pajamas

and it’s not like Matt or the girls would get the hint to gift her one, seeing as her usual aesthetic is sporty, mature and overall just *powerbabe vibes*

and that’s how she comes to the conclusion that her Sisters are her only hope (she’s that desperate)

five of them have children… and one’s got a baby on the way for the first time… and the other five, well… let’s not get into that

so surely, surely, her girls are going to get it, right? they’ll have insight, they’ll be helpful, right?

yeah, they are, they do

they just laugh their asses off first

Dan calls for a video chat meeting on a Wednesday afternoon, when all of them are least likely to be busy

7 of them are able to make it

however, Dan keeps dancing around the subject, and her Sisters notice it right away

Georgia: Oh. My. God. Dan, are you pregnant??

Darla: Oh God, are you dying??

Flo: Did Matt finally propose??

Michelle: Don’t tell us you guys broke up!!

Courtney: Do you need a lawyer or something??

Camilla: Which bastard hurt you??

June: Do you need help hiding the body??

yeah, dramatic much

Dan ends up being forced to admit the truth before her girls get a heart attack

Dan: Jesus, guys, shut the hell up. I’m fine (*oh shut up Neil*). I just need guidance for… hum… a fashion matter?

that puts her girls in a much better mood

only for all hell to break loose when Dan admits to wanting a fucking onesie pajama

Dan has to mute her laptop

of course, they only tease her because they love her

but still

they have a good time making fun of her

once they calm down, though, they let Dan speak

so she explains what’s been happening in the last few weeks

how she wishes to use that stupid onesie to grow closer to her team, to belong

how she craves something so juvenile because she never had that kind of thing growing up

how she doesn’t know how to proceed without seeming like an attention seeker, a copycat

her Sisters all understand, each in their own way

they finally start asking Dan the right questions

Michelle: So what can we do?

June: I can make you one, if you want. You know I got magic hands *wink*

Flo: D’you need money? We got money, baby. Just say how much.

Darla: You wanna be, like, sexy devil mistress or cute baby angel??

Courtney: Ooh, ooh, a lace one!

Georgia: Courtney no.

Camilla: Courtney yes.

no indeed, Courtney

the main problem, she explained to them, was that she didn’t know what to get

see, Dan doesn’t really like animals; never had one, never obsessed over one, never felt a connection to one

Dan doesn’t particularly like children’s movies either

so, what to get?

Camilla: Okay, but remember when Georgia’s kid started calling us all Care Bears because she was obsessed with it? And she was like, weirdly accurate? What about that?

Michelle: Oh yeah, that was soooo nice. So nice.

Georgia: Oh shut up Michelle, you’re just mad ‘cause my child renamed you Grumpy Bear! She wasn’t wrong, you know.

Courtney: Pff you’re just jealous I got Funshine Bear!

Flo: Okay, enough, enough, now. Dan, which one were you again? Do you even like the idea?

Dan: I guess… I was uh, the pink one. With the hearts on the tummy? Do they even have those in onesies?

Camilla: Oh yeah, Always There Bear! See, Michelle? My daughter’s a psychic. She was right about every one of you.

Flo: Dan, babygirl, they have onesies of everything.

so all the girls pull up pictures of pink Care Bear onesies to show Dan

June is the one who ends up finding Dan’s favorite

it’s baggy, it’s hot pink, it’s cute and fluffy and so not Dan

she loves it

and in bonus, her 11 sisters contribute to pay for her onesie (being the youngest in the family has its perks)

they almost make Dan cry tears of joy

three weeks later (it came from Japan), Dan’s package arrives

it also happens to be Valentine’s Day soon…

(you know where this is going)

it’s Sunday night, the 14th

Dan and Matt have his dorm to themselves

they spend the day with each other, really taking it slow and doing nothing

around 8pm, Dan tells Matt she’s craving some chocolate desserts, so he takes his truck and drives to the closest bakery on campus

meanwhile, Dan puts her plan in action

she pulls out the pink heart-shaped Post-It notes Renee lent her and writes her little messages on them

Hey, pretty boy

Wanna play hide-and-seek…?

Come and find me, pretty boy

You know where I am…

I’m waiting for you XOXO

she sticks them on the front door, all along the hallway and the last one’s on Matt’s bedroom door

Matt is ecstatic when he returns with half a dozen of chocolate eclairs

he chucks the box of desserts in the fridge before he quickly tiptoes to his bedroom

he knocks

and from inside, a voice…

Dan: Come in, pretty boy… I’ve got a surprise for ya…

Matt kicks the door open

and oh. my. lord.

there she is, in all her glory

there’s rose petals all over his bed and the floor

there are lit vanilla-scented candles

there’s slow music playing

and in the middle of the bed, sprawled out like the queen she is, Dan

in her onesie

her neon pink Care Bear onesie

and do you know what the best part is?

Matt isn’t even close to being disappointed

he just thinks, God I love her

as soon as he sees her, he runs and jumps on the bed to join her and make out passionately

and then just as fast, he gets off the bed

Matt: WAIT FOR ME BABY LEMME PUT MINE ON OKAY DON’T YOU MOVE

once he’s back in Dan’s arms, they’re a flurry of pink and orange

they can’t stop giggling

and yeah, they do make love all night long, and eat chocolate eclairs butt-naked

but first they watch their favorite movie, Karate Kid (the one with young Jaden Smith and old Jackie Chan, okay)

so if they weren’t sure of their commitment to this relationship before, after that night, they both knew they would never spend another night with someone else as long as they were alive

they were in perfect harmony

God, I love him // God, I love her

#i'm reposting these so each Fox has their own post bc I've been losing visibility with the reblogs #part 4 of 9! #all bow down to Queen Danielle #can you picture her?? in bright pink?? gosh what a sight #foxes + onesies #aftg #dan wilds #matt boyd #danmatt #dan x matt #all for the game #tfc #trk #tkm #the foxhole court #the raven king #the king's men #aftg series #nora sakavic #the foxes #psu foxes #exy #hennessy #renee walker #allison reynolds #renison #andreil #andrew minyard #neil josten #nicky hemmick

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Clothes on

Pairing: phan

Genre: smut

Summary: after what happened on Phil's house, he asks Dan to talk. One thing leads to another and he discovers Dan's neck is quite sensible

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Promp request: If your open to promts, I would really love it if you did one about the first time phil discovered dan's neck thing. I've seen it done before but I just really love your writing! Thank you!!

A/N: Thank you so much for your kind words!! Sorry this took so long to write, I hope you enjoy!

part 1 here (read it before if you want some context)

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It's been a week since "the incident", as Dan calls it, the regret of it happening made an appearance about two days later when he had to take his chemistry exam and his mom told him not to worry and that the study-time with Phil would show up. With flushed cheeks Dan managed to get the best grade on his class, but also a semi erection.

Thank you, Lester.

On wednesday Louise, his best friend, mentioned how Phil hasn't been around much, meaning he didn't make insinuations towards Dan all week. Dan fakes a smile, not knowing how to respond to that and shocking himself at not being gratful for not having Phil and his inapropied comments around.

Is friday now and Phil is sitting in the table in front of Dan in the cafeteria. Well, Phil, his best friend PJ and a girl Dan has seen in a few clases but never learned her name. He is not rude, he just has a bad memory. The fact that she is sitting next to Phil has nothing to do about it, he swears.

Dan shakes his head and looks back at his food, Louise is busy taking her English exam and since they don't share that class, Dan is left to have lunch by himself. He looks up again at the same time the girl takes Phil's hand and pulls it into her lap. Phil goes with it, caressing her leg a little, just like last Saturday he did to Dan.

Stop. Dan tells himself, not wanting to go down that memory lane again and let alone in that moment.

When he focus his view one more time, he is meet with a pair of blue eyes looking back at him. Phil winks at him and Dan almost chokes on the fries he is eating. Obviously this doesn't go unnoticed by Phil, who smirks at him.

"Are you okay?" Phil mouths.

Dan rolls his eyes, turning away. But the older doesn't take that as an answer and walks towards Dan's table.

"Are you okay, Danny?"

"What do you care," Dan answers with an agressive tone than even surprises him.

"I do. Why are you so angry, though?"

Dan looks at Phil as he sits down, a look on his face that says "what are you doing?" but no words leave his mouth.

"Dan?"

"I'm not"

"You clearly are upsed" Phil points out. Is not like Dan's responses are the nicest towards him anyway, but he can tell something is up.

"Now you know me?"

"Is because of last week?" Dan looks at him with a mix of shock and shyness on his face. And that's enough for an answer. "Dan-"

"Don't" he cuts Phil off. But blue eyes look and him sternly.

"We have to talk. After school, I'll take you home."

Phil doesn't wait for an answer and Dan doesn't bother on even thinking on one. He knows Phil will wait for him either way and even if Dan tries to avoid him, they are neighbours so that wouldn't last long.

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Just as expected, Phil is waiting for him on his car right in front of the school, Dan climbs in after telling Louise is something his parents make him do, so she doesn't ask more questions.

"I thought you wanted to talk," Dan says after they ride in silence for a few minutes.

"You're so angry today"

"You already pointed that out."

"And I made a question you didn't answer." Phil's actitud changes to a serious one, making Dan more nervious about the conversation.

"Why would I be angry about that?"

"You are. What I want to know is why."

"I don't know" he answers because he honestly doesn't know what makes him angry. He wasn't angry after it happened, in fact he felt pretty good but he is not telling that to Phil. He wasn't angry when the exam bonner happened, he was embarrassed. He wasn't angry when Phil wasn't paying attention to him anymore, he was sad.

Wait.

"Oh..." Dan let's out in realization.

"What?"

"N-nothing."

"Dan." Phil turns to look at him, only to see Dan is fidgeting with his sweater's sleeves to then focus on the road again. "Listen, I'm not gonna force you to talk to me, but if I did something that made you mad you need to let me know so I can apologize."

There's silence in the car once again until Phil parks in front of Dan's house and the younger one doesn't get out.

"I've never done that." Dan says, and as he noticed Phil is confuse, adds. "I mean, I've make out before, but you know... Never... Not like... What we did."

"Oh" now is Phil's turns to realizes things. "Dan, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pressure yo-"

But he still doesn't get it.

"No, no." Dan cuts him off, again. "That's okay. You didn't pressure me into it... I enjoyed it..."

Phil can't help but smile a little at that confession.

"Don't get cocky" Dan demands when he sees him.

"Sorry. Why are you upset then?"

"You didn't..." he takes deep breath, "you stoped being around, you didn't say anything to me the whole week. And then," Dan stops himself not sure if he wants to keep telling Phil all about how he feels.

"And then?" Phil encouraged, he has turn around all he can in his seat to look at Dan properly.

"A-and then... In the cafeteria your hand was on her lap and I..."

"And you got jealous?" Phil is a bit surprise and chuckles, finding Dan adorable for acting all shy about it.

"Is not funny!"

"No, is cute"

"Phiiiiil!" Dan covers his face with his hands, feeling how warm it is from the embarrassment of the confessions he just made.

"Aw, baby. I'm sorry," Phil tries to moves his hands away. "Sorry for saying you are cute when you are the cutest"

Dan groans and uncovers his face to glare at Phil.

"Sorry for not talking to you, too." Phil continues, "I thought it was better to give you some space, I didn't know how you would react if I approached you,"

"And..." Dan urges him to go on.

"And I'm sorry I let Lenna put my hand on her lap."

Dan smiles at him, Phil words are genuine but his curiosity (and jealousy) gets the best of Dan and asks "why did you let her?"

"Because you were looking" Phil answers with a smirk and Dan kind of wants to punch him. But Phil is quicker than him and closes the space between them and in a matter of seconds their lips are barely touching.

"Wanted to see if you got jealous," he moves his mouth closer to Dan's ear, "Wanted to see your reaction so I'll know if you were interested in more"

"M-more?"

"Uh-uh" Phil kiss his neck softly, "In me. In us." he leaves another kiss, a bit more firm and it causes Dan to tremble. "Are you, baby?"

"We... We should go inside." Dan answers, finding the will power to move Phil away and open the car's door. Leaving Phil to chuckle victorously to himself.

Dan managed to open the door to his house and leads them into his room without Phil taking off his clothes until they are upstairs.

"This is my room" Dan says nervously, covering his shaky hands with his sweater sleeves once again.

"Is nice." Phil says, looking around in his way to sit on the bed. "C'mon here,"

Dan obeys and walks to stand in front of him. Phil holds his hands, "I know people think I'm an asshole and just fuck around but I'm not, Dan. I mean, yes, I've had sex with some people," this is not a surprise to the youngest and he appreciates Phil's honesty, "but if you don't want to do anything we don't have to. If you want to stop, you tell me and I'll stop, okay?"

Dan nods, looking at Phil's eyes to know he means it and then back to his hands that even when they are been hold by Phil, are still shaking.

Phil pulls him in, puts Dan's hands on his own shoulders and holds Dan by his waist until he gets the hint of what Phil is asking for. Dan straddles his neighbor and is pretty sure the guy can feels how his heart is beating so fast.

"Fuck, this is a nice view." Phil says, getting back Dan's attention. "You in my lap, all flushed. You look so damn good."

"P-phil..." the youngest wishpers

"Tell me what you want, baby boy"

"K-kiss me?"

They meet in the middle, Dan has to bend a little since in this position he is taller than Phil for once. The kiss is a bit messy at first, the tension of the whole week making its way into it but soon they find a rhythm, one that is soon follow by Phil's hips bucking up into Dan's ass.

"Hmmm" Dan moans against Phil lips at the actions.

"I missed those sounds" Phil breaks the kiss, letting Dan breath and his moans to not be muffle. If there is something he regrets about last week is the fact they have to keep quite and he couldn't hear them properly.

Phil takes a look at Dan's face, noticing how the pink on his face match the color of his sweater and how his lips open to let out a moan when Phil repeats the movement with his hips.

"So hot," Phil murmurs against his lips, kissing him firmly before kissing his jawn and making his way to Dan's neck, making him shiver when his lips touch a particular spot, the same way it happened in the car. Bringing one of his hands up, he tills Dan's head to the side, making room for himself, and testing a theory he kiss him there once again.

"Aaah" Dan moans particularly loud and his hips move against Phil's erection, causing the oldest to groan, his lips still on Dan's neck and causing pleasure once again.

"Oh god!" Dan is glad both his parents work until late and he has the house for himself all afternoon. He knew his neck was a sensible place for him, but didn't expected to have that reaction to Phil kissing him. Maybe is the contrast of Phil's soft, warm lips and the cold, hash feeling of the olderst' piercing against his neck at the same time. Or the movements that are just a reflection of how much experience he has compared to Dan.

Either way, it feels like nothing the has feel before.

One of his hands moves up to the back of the punk's head, but he doesn't know if he wants Phil to stop or continue, so for a second his fingers just play with the black hair. Phil takes all that as encouragement and sucks Dan's skin into his mouth, just hard enough to leave a mark, and gently so it stills feels good for the guy in his lap. Dan moans even harder in respond and tugs at Phil's hair.

Phil licks the spot after leting go, sutting the pain a bit and sending more shivers down Dan spine. "You're sensible there," he says all proud of himself. And keeps kissing to see if he can find another good spot.

Dan is overwhelmed, he is just sitting in Phil's lap moaning not even realising he is humping against Phil until the oldest holds him by the waist, stoping Dan's movements.

Dan groans, words are to much work for his horny brain and sounds are his only way of communication right now. Phil finds this funny aparently, he is chuckling against Dan's neck while he kisses and licks.

"I think you can cum just by this," he says refering to the actions with his lips, "you're so horny anyway, all I need to do is kiss here," he touch slightly with his thumb, "and suck here" this time he kisses, "and you could cum untouched. Should we try, baby?" he kiss again, Dan moans predictably and tries to move his hips unsuccessfully.

"Yes, yes. Please... I-I need t-"

Dan doesn't finished his sentence because Phil's lips are moving right after the first 'yes'. He sucks particularly hard, this time making sure it leaves a mark and Dan throws back his head screaming in pleasure as he hits his climax.

Phil holds him for a second, but can't help the movements of his own body as he sees the image in front of him. "F-fuck, Dan." he groans, doing his best to not just buck his hard on into Dan's ass right there and then.

Dan moans at the feeling, puching down into Phil. "You're hard" he says dumbly, still a bit out of breath.

"How can I not? You just came from a hickey sitting on my lap,"

"Ughh" Dan complains, embarrassed by what just happened, hidding his face against Phil's neck, who laughs lightly, only causing more friction against his own erection. He moans and Dan push down again.

"You wanna help me cum?"

"Uh-uh" Dan nods.

"Shit. You really are incredibly hot." he holds Dan by his hips once again, moving him in a rhythm Phil finds satisfying.

Dan holds against the leather jacket Phil is wearing while letting him have control of his body's movements as the older pleases for his own satisfaction. Groans leave the youngest throat as the movements become more rough, Phil stops moving Dan's hips and now is bucking into him while holding the chestnut in place. Is like he is fucking into him and that thought is just what Dan needs to let out another loud moan.

"You like that?" Phil asks satisfactorily, "You would love for me to fuck you, don't you? Oh god, I'll love to do it, baby." he rambles, himself moaning too at the thought of what that would feel like. The encounter of last week giving him a good idea of it, "I'll love for you to ride me," he admits, "Just like this but without clothes, nothing between us. Oh, that would be so fucking good. Tell me you wan it, babyboy."

"I-i want it." Dan answers as fast as he cans. And he knows he is not as experience as Phil in the matter, but seeing him so turn on gives Dan confidence to keep talking. "I want you to fuck me. Want to ride you. Want to feel your cock inside me, d-daddy."

Hearing Dan, the innocent soft boy, saying those things and calling him that is what helps him reach his orgasm.

"F-fuck," He bucks up particularly hard as he cums agains Dan's ass, imagining what it would actually feel to cum inside of him.

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the end

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Let me know if I should write part 3, I think I got and idea for it hehe

#phan #phan smut #phanfiction #top phil #punk phil #punk!phil #top!phil #bottom!dan #bottom dan #pastel dan #pastel!dan #phansmut #onlyphans #thats a suggested tag 😂

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Be My Baby

Was going through AO3 to see if there were any new comments I hadn’t answered, and I came across this, which I wrote way back in March 2019. Doesn’t that seem like forever ago? I need to get back into writing for Fairy Tail. I miss Natsu and Lucy. And even though I don’t know if I’ll ever write this Dirty Dancing AU, which is still at the scribbly planning stage, I still loved writing this. Mutual pining rich girl Lucy and rough around the edges dancer Natsu - what’s not to like? I’m tempted to do a piece of art to go with this.

If you prefer, you can read this on AO3

Natsu stood straight and poised, his arms stretched outwards. “Now, the most important thing to remember in lifts… is balance.” He rose up onto his toes and jumped straight up suddenly, the fallen tree trunk they were both standing on shuddering under the sudden pressure as he landed. Lucy squeaked, immediately dropping to grab onto a convenient branch, giggling as she sat down and watched Natsu shuffling around to regain his balance.

“I got it now”, he grinned.

She watched as he walked gracefully along the fallen tree spanning the stream underneath them, the dappled sunlight highlighting his tanned skin, almost sighing at the smoothness of his movements. It seemed unfair that any one person could be so attractive and at ease in his own skin. A sudden thought struck her. “Where’d you learn to be a dancer Natsu?”

“Well, this guy came into this luncheonette one day, an’ ya know, we were all sittin’ around doin’ nothin”, he shrugged, sitting down on the log, ruffling his rose-pink hair nonchalantly with one hand, watching her interested expression as he answered her question. “He said that Fairytail was givin’ a test for instructors. So, if ya passed they’d teach ya all these different kinds of dances, show ya how ta break ‘em down, how ta teach ‘em, ya know?” He placed his hands in front of him and jumped back to his feet in one fluid movement.

Lucy’s eyes widened as he bent his knee, lunging forwards in a fencing pose and flicked his finger towards her with a smirk and a glint in his eye.

“What?”

He grinned at her, his finger beckoning first to her and then to the spot right in front of him.

“No”, she said, without hesitation, shaking her head at him so her blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders. Was he insane? She had trouble doing the dance steps on level ground, let alone standing on a tree trunk thinner than a balance beam.

Ignoring her protests, he strode forward and reached down to grab her hands, helping to balance her as she wobbled, looking down with trepidation at the drop below them. She suddenly realised that the water in the stream below them really wasn’t very deep, and those rocks looked bone-breakingly jagged. Why on earth were they up here again? Oh, that’s right, because Natsu had absolutely no concept of how normal awkward people tended to fall off things and hurt themselves.

“Good – don’t look down, look here.” She felt gentle fingers brush her chin momentarily as he tilted her face upwards and gestured towards his own eyes. “Right here.”

Swallowing nervously, she placed her hand on his bare muscular shoulder, left uncovered by his black singlet top, trying to remain outwardly calm, but internally blushing up a storm. Out here, away from the pressure of the dance studio, it felt different. The warmth of his slightly damp skin under her nervous fingers made her heart ricochet in her chest, and the warmth in his dark green eyes seemed to pull her in... She wondered, not for the first time, if she had been temporarily insane when she had agreed to do this.

Arms locked in the correct position, she grinned up at him as he began moving, and couldn’t help cackling as she lost her balance almost immediately, breaking her dance frame and clutching onto his shoulders. He steadied her, grinning like a Cheshire cat, guiding her forwards until they were almost at the centre of the trunk bridge. He let go of her arms, and then winked at her roguishly, standing with his feet together.

She nodded, placing her own feet together, the base steps of the mambo chanting through her head. “Left forward, together, right backward, together”, she muttered under her breath, arms held out to keep her balance, beginning the steps, her head watching her feet for a moment until she figured out exactly where the edges of the log were. She still felt a little bad about losing her temper with him before in the studio, even though he had kinda deserved it.

She had to remember she wasn’t doing this just for Natsu. She was learning this dance for Lisanna too, taking Lisanna’s place so she could make it to that appointment at the abortion clinic. Her heart still burned at the injustice of it. She knew she was naïve, a doctor’s daughter who had lived a privileged life, but she also understood that it took two people to get a girl pregnant and couldn’t understand how Dan could put a girl he’d been intimate with in that position and not take responsibility for it. Noticing her serious expression, Natsu tapped her lightly on the shoulder.

“Hey, lighten up Luce. We came out here to make this fun, remember?”

She smiled at him, watching as his usual graceful movements became silly as he wiggled his hips, rolling his fists and then doing the monkey. She giggled, doing her best to dance alongside him on the narrow trunk, her heart warming as he steadied her wobbles with his strong hand yet again.

She tried to lose herself in the moment, but she just couldn’t. She needed to know this dance in two days, not only know the steps, but look professional while doing it. She didn’t know if she could pull this off. If she didn’t deliver this could cost Natsu and Lisanna their job; it was her first look at how the real world worked and it wasn’t pretty. Natsu’s voice snapped her out of her reverie.

“You’ve got that look on your face again, you weirdo.”

She sighed. “It’s just… there’s only two days left Natsu”, she said quietly, looking down at her bare feet again. “Two days. I don’t want to let you down. I know how important this is for Lisanna, and I know I’m clumsy and awkward and probably the last person you would ever choose to do this with, and we haven’t even tried doing the lifts yet and it’s… it’s freaking me out.”

Natsu’s gaze softened, and he rubbed her upper arm in a comforting way, making her raise her eyes to his. “That’s not true Luce. I’m sorry if I’ve given you the impression that you’re not good at this. You’re doing really well for someone who hasn’t danced like this before.” He sighed. “Even though Lisanna and I haven’t been a couple since we were in school, I still care about her, ya know? I want to make this right for her, and it’s not somethin’ I can fix by myself.” He swallowed, looking away from her as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, a dull flush rising in his tanned cheeks. “I don’t like feelin’… powerless. I’m sorry if I’m puttin’ that pressure onto you. The fact that you’re willing to help us like this, it’s… you’re… amazing.”

A fiery blush tinted Lucy’s cheeks and she squeaked as Natsu took her hands. “Right. We can’t practice the lift here, let’s go back over to that field where I parked the truck.” Lucy nodded, still speechless, carefully following him off the log and back down the slope to the soft grass.

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Lucy stood poised, ready to run at Natsu, wiping her sweaty hands on her white jeans. She was never going to be able to do this! She was gonna fall on her arse, and quite possibly crush Natsu in the process. She forced herself to try and concentrate, listening to Natsu’s last instructions.

“Now, bend your knees, and go up. Go, go.” His arms were held out for her and she ran towards him and jolted to a stop as his hands went to her hips. She heard his grunt as he half raised her in the air, and then lowered her down again. “Good try.”

Lucy shook her head as he backed away to put some space between them, biting her lip. She just knew this wasn’t going to work. Natsu took in her worried expression and smiled encouragingly at her.

“Hey, it’s okay. That was just the first try. But you’ll hurt me if you don’t trust me, all right?”

Lucy breathed out in a big whoosh, but nodded her head, ready to try again.

“Now, go, go. Go.”

She ran again, jumping at the correct time and he lifted her a bit higher, grinning at her. He lowered her back down and backed away again, giving her a longer run up this time.

“Good job, Luce. Now, I’m gonna go up.”

He nodded at her encouragingly and she ran towards him again, feeling his strong fingers digging into her hip bones as he lifted. All of a sudden she felt her centre of gravity change and she instinctively fought it, screeching as she tipped forwards, landing on Natsu’s chest with a thump, as they crashed to the ground, leaving him momentarily winded.

She rolled off him, giggling uncontrollably, her legs flailing, trying to apologise but unable to speak for laughing.

Natsu propped himself up on one elbow and sighed at her, a mock serious expression on his face at the laughter at his expense, but after a moment he couldn’t help breaking into a smile.

“You know, the best place to practice lifts is in the water.”

That stopped Lucy’s giggles. “What do you mean, in the water?” she said, looking at him nervously.

“You’re worried about falling right? You don’t trust me to catch you. Practicing this in the water should take away that fear.”

All of a sudden a very different type of fear hit her in the gut. Her and Natsu, alone in the water. She licked her lips nervously. Her thoughts flicked back to that first night she had met him, when he had beckoned her out onto the dance floor of the party in the staff quarters, all raw masculinity, wrapping her arms around his neck and rolling his hips against hers, showing her a world she’d never known to exist.

She realised she was moving further and further away from her original reason for doing this. It was no longer only to be helpful. Her innate need to see a problem and find a solution, to fight against injustice, was being replaced by a growing hunger to be near Natsu, wanting to feel the heat of his hand on her back as he moved her body around the dance floor, wanting to earn those small words of praise when she did well.

She flopped back against the grass, feeling like her well-ordered world had just been turned upside down. This was getting more than a little out of control. What would happen after the dance at the hotel was over? Where would all these feelings go then? She was pretty sure Natsu considered her a child, not a potential romantic partner. What would happen when her family went home? She could feel her heart cracking a little already.

Natsu dragged her up, pulling her to her feet. “C’mon Luce, I know just where we can go.”

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Natsu pulled off his black singlet and dropped it onto the bank, wading barefoot out into the cool dark water of the lake until he was waist deep. His black jeans dragged on his hips, pulled down by the weight of water. He turned back just in time to see Lucy sliding in, squealing and almost slipping a little as her feet hit the sludge near the edge. She’d taken off her flowy button up shirt and was now only dressed in a white singlet and white jeans. Taking a breath, she held her nose and ducked her head underneath the water.

“Fuck.” Natsu held his breath. When her head had broken through the water when she came up for air, he felt like he’d been punched in the gut. Water dripped down the now darkened blonde hair, falling in rivulets over her shoulders and down into the valley between her breasts, now clearly defined as her drenched singlet clung to her like a second skin. He could see her lace bra through the wet white fabric, her hardened nipples pushing against it. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to mentally erase the image, but it only seemed to make it more ingrained. Probably because every ounce of blood and willpower he possessed was making its way southward.

He’d been fighting this attraction for a while now. He’d only dragged her out onto the dance floor that first night to tease Sting for bringing a guest back to the staff party. He’d thought she was cute and that was as far as it went. But then when she’d agreed to help them, had committed time and effort to help his friend even though she could have just turned her back and returned to the safety of the world she had always known, his esteem had skyrocketed.

She was pretty, sure, but it was her soft heart, her sense of humour, her willingness to work hard and treat him like any other guy she might have met in the rich boy circles her family moved in, even though he was a nothin’ whose skill at dancing was the only thing he had going for him. She was a guest, one of those people with time and money to selfishly spend on themselves, but here she was, sweating alongside him, throwing everything into learning a dance that was gonna save his job and Lisanna’s career. He was so close to breaking that cardinal rule of not falling for guests, in fact he was pretty sure he was careening down the slippery slope with no hope of stopping. This was going to end badly for him if he didn’t nip these feelings in the bud right now.

“Natsu? Are you okay?”

He opened his eyes and forced a grin onto his lips. “Sure thing. You ready?”

She bit her lip, then nodded determinedly.

“Just bend your knees.” His hands moved towards her hips, wanting to linger on her curves of her waist but forcing himself to be all business. “And… go.” He lifted her up into the air as he felt her push upwards, raising her up above his head. “Good, good. Now, hold the position. Hold it. Good. Don’t break! Don’t break!” He felt Lucy’s centre of gravity slip behind him and they both splashed into the dark water, falling down into the chill.

Lucy spluttered back to the surface, laughing and shivering. Natsu reached out his arm, dragging her back to where it wasn’t too deep for her to stand and she clasped both arms around his neck, giggling, her eyes bright with laughter, smiling at him. It suddenly struck him that today was the first time he’d ever seen her laugh like this. He wanted more of it. Her fingers around his shoulder were cool, chilled by the water, but he felt a warmth in his heart that he couldn’t remember feeling for a long time. He helped her stand up, swiping his wet fringe out of his eyes, watching her do the same. He nodded at her, placing his hands back on her hips.

“Let’s do it again. One, two, three…”

He lifted, and she straightened her legs and arms, wobbling a little as she found her balance. “Oh, sorry…”, she murmured, struggling to hold the position.

He squeezed her hips a little as he held her above his head, trying to convey that she was doing well. “Good.” Then she shifted a little too far one way. “Keep… no, don’t…” And they splashed into the water again.

He watched her push up out of the water again, already smiling. Tugging her towards him, listening to her laughter as she hung one arm around his neck, he realised it was already too late for him. He’d fallen for her, wanted nothing more to be part of her life, be by her side. He didn’t know how the fuck that was gonna work, but he was gonna try. He was gonna risk his heart, because she was worth fighting for.

She stood in front of him, grinning, wet hair plastered over her face, singlet and bra falling off one shoulder, teeth chattering slightly in the cold. His hand moved without thinking to slide her shoulder straps back up her arm just as her own hand moved to fix it herself. And then the look she gave him. He realised it wasn’t only his heart on the line, and he was simultaneously elated and terrified.

She smiled softly at him. “One more time, Natsu?”

Reaching out his hand, he tucked a wet chunk of hair behind her ear, feeling her head tilt its weight into his hand. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her, right now, but he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop at just a kiss. They would work this out, somehow. They just needed to get this dance over with first.

“Okay Luce.” He placed his hands on her hips again as she straightened herself, ready to work with him. “Over my head. Go.”

#mamabearcat fanfics #nalu #dirty dancing au

[jar-of-ectoplasm]

First Kiss Headcannons: All Characters!

(none of these pictures are mine)

i’m sorry these took so fucking long to finish-

Herbert West:

-This was most certainly not planned, and this was definitely Herbert’s first kiss. He had just made a pretty fucking important discovery regarding his little hobby and he just couldn’t contain his excitement. He bolted up the stairs and straight to you, giving you a quick kiss on the lips

-Herbert’s kisses are very sloppy at first, but he’ll get the hang of it eventually. He isn’t quite sure what to do with his hands so they’ll probably just be fluttering all over you. They go from cupping your cheeks, to holding your jaw, to around your shoulders, running down your arms and eventually ending up holding your waist

-After he pulled away from you Herbert will be talking a mile a minute about whatever he had found in the lab, up until he realized what he had just done. He’ll stop talking immediately, a dark shade of pink creeping up his neck and into his face. He’ll probably just walk away and back into the basement before coming up again and giving you a real kiss

Dan Cain:

-Dan thought that the cutest way to have your first kiss would be after a very special date. It was your one month anniversary and Dan was dropping you back off at your house. After walking you to your front door, he leaned in for a kiss

-Daniel wears his heart on his sleeve. He’s a very emotional man, and his kisses are very emotional as well. Whatever he is feeling, you can feel it in the kiss. Almost all of the kisses he gives you are full of unconditional love. They’re so sweet and every single time they leave you breathless 

-When he finally pulls away, he gives you the same charming smile you fell in love with while he catches his breath. After giving him a quick kiss on the cheek, you ruffle his hair and walk into your home

Megan Halsey:

-Another day, another incident where Hill freaked the actual fuck out of Megan. It was yet another dumbass dinner that her dad invited Carl (ew) to, so she had nowhere else to go but your place to escape the scary old man. Understandably, your Meg arrived to your front door in tears (do i get unreasonably scared and teary eyed when old men objectify me? maybe. am i self projecting? also maybe.) Pulling her inside, you gave her a soft kiss to calm her down and hopefully get her in a better head-space

-Has the softest kisses of the bunch (except for maybe Crawford but still). Meg will lace her fingers together behind your neck and kiss the corners of your mouth before getting to your actual lips. Every single one of her kisses, no matter what kind of mood she’s in, is always filled with love (just like her)

-After Megan had calmed down and explained what had happened (you were understandably angry and disgusted with Hill) you set up the most comfortable spot on the couch and popped in a rom-com to cheer her up. The entire time, you two cuddled and exchanged small kisses until you fell asleep

Crawford Tillinghast:

-This event was either planned or it was completely by surprise. Maybe Crawford had set up a cute little romantic evening, all coming to a close with your first kiss with him or he just got way to excited about something and just went for it during the heat of the moment

-Crawford’s kisses are very slow and soft but very passionate. He’s not the best with words, so he relies on actions to speak for him. He’ll cup your jaw and keep a hand on your hip while you have your arms wrapped around his neck

-He’ll either smile the softest, most loving smile you have ever seen on a man’s face or he will start apologizing so much and so fast you can barely make out the words (you’ll have to shut him up with another kiss) depending on what prompted the smooching

Katherine McMichaels:

-Lovely, darling Katherine was overworking herself again and you were having absolutely none of it. She was too tired to hold a pen properly, so you had to guide her out of the in-house office and to your shared bedroom. After tucking her in Katherine pulled you down for a quick kiss, mumbling a goodnight before she passed out

-I headcannon Katherine as a very hard worker considering she’s a female doctor in the 80′s, so she’s almost always pretty busy keeping up with paperwork and such. Her kisses are usually in passing and pretty quick, but when she does finally get time to relax (or you make her take a break) she’ll savor each and every kiss being given (sweet babey 😌)

-While you two were eating breakfast the next morning, Katherine asked if you had actually kissed or if she was dreaming. After explaining that yes, Katherine, you really did kiss me she just pulled you in for another (much less sleepy) kiss :)

Bubba Brownlee:

-With being a police officer and all, Bubba’s job does come with some level of risk so when you got a call from the hospital that he had to stay for the night, you rushed over immediately. Apparently your darling boyfriend had gotten caught in a shoot out, thankfully only catching a bullet to the shoulder and his leg, but it still worried you immensely. As soon as you walked into his room, you pulled him in for a kiss

-Tall man has to lean down A LOT (or lean up a little bit for those of you taller than 6′5, i see you tall kings, queens, and other assorted royalty) so Bubba might just pick you right the fuck up when he is in need of smooches. His kisses are very smiley, every single time he kisses you it’s always broken by him smiling and laughing to himself. He’s just so happy with you, baby!!!

-As stated above, your unexpected smooching was broken by his (award winning) smile. He pulled you in for a careful hug and apologized for worrying you. The entire time Bubba was awake he was giving you little kisses all around your face, but he eventually fell asleep which caused you to stay the night in the hospital as well

Milton Dammers:

-Milton was resting his head on your shoulder like he always does and today he was feeling a little bit more confident than usual. He tilted his head up, meaning to give you a little kiss on the cheek, but he had caught your lips instead after your turned your head to look at him

-Milton’s kisses are very soft and VERY hesitant. No matter how far into the relationship you guys are, he’ll always handle you like you’re made of glass. He just loves you so much, he doesn’t want to hurt you (a soft man deserves some soft kisses god damn it)

-Oh god oh fuck what has he done. Immediately after realizing he missed your cheek, Milton would yell out an apology and basically run into the other room. He’d probably cry, not because the thought of kissing you was disgusting to him, but because he was afraid you’d hate him for it. Just approach him calmly and explain that everything was okay and that you didn’t hate him

Ash Williams:

-A deadite had broken through the backdoor while you were in the kitchen getting a snack and Ash was waiting on the couch watching a movie. Said movie was of the horror genre and the volume was cranked up pretty loud, so Ash didn’t really notice that your screaming was coming from the other room and not the TV. After killing the deadite and making sure you weren’t hurt, he just smashed his face onto yours

-Ash’s kisses really just depend on how he’s feeling. When he’s jealous, they’re rough and possessive and when he’s in a better mood, they’re still kinda rough but not nearly as possessive. But when’s he’s sad/upset? oh man, these are the rare times Ash doesn’t almost break your skull with the sheer force of his kisses, so cherish that while it lasts (which hopefully doesn’t last long, make your boy happy again god damn it-)

-When he pulled away from you, Ash held you to his chest (even though it was covered in blood) and started crying while rattling out apology after apology. When he finally lets you go, you’re probably gonna have to hold him as well ‘cause he’s still sobbing (you’re gonna be on a blood stained kitchen floor for a while man)

#herbert west #herbert west x reader #dan cain #dan cain x reader #megan halsey #megan halsey x reader #meg halsey #meg halsey x reader #reanimator #reanimator x reader #crawford tillinghast #crawford tillinghast x reader #katherine mcmichaels #katherine mcmichaels x reader #bubba brownlee #bubba brownlee x reader #from beyond #from beyond x reader #milton dammers #milton dammers x reader #the frighteners #the frighteners x reader #ash williams #ash williams x reader #the evil dead #the evil dead x reader

[frustratedpker]

“First day” [PKNA fic]

My first official fic, Camera 9 centered of course!

I told you I‘d do it! And I did it! Thank you wonderful humans for encouraging me to write this (you know who you are ♥)!

I ‘ll soon post it on AO3 once my account is set up! It’s my first time writing in english so please have mercy.

Summary: Camera 9′s first day at Chanel 00 from Stefan’s POV  / Rating: Approved for all audiences  / Words: 1829

His first day hadn't been bad so far.

Well, it hadn't been great either.

He had done some takes, visited a few locations, done a few scoops, nothing extreme, nothing he wasn't already used to. Also, he really liked -although he felt a little bit guilty for it- his new gear. It was the latest technology with really interesting functions. Still, nothing like his good ol' reliable camera, but since the Chanel provided it for free... Plus, this time he didn't have to carry the camera around. At least not with his hands.

Some colleagues had tried to talk to him earlier, probably curious about this quiet, new recruit but their friendliness and willingness to keep the conversation going had eventually faded mostly due to Stefan's laconic answers.

But what was he going to tell them?

That he had some canned beans for breakfast and a whole life to keep secret? That, after his shift ended, he would go back to an almost empty apartment?

Anyway, it didn't matter anymore. It was lunch break and everyone was too busy unwrapping sandwiches and catching up to the day's gossips. Stefan looked around. The Chanel 00 office room was buzzing with chatting reporters, stressed archivist and complaining technicians, all gathered in small groups around their desks. Many were leaving the room in twos and threes to go grab a coffee from the nearby shops.

Stefan had thought of going too, but quickly dismissed the idea. After all, he had already ate his lunch an hour ago when he took his break. The deserted and quiet alley in the side of the building had been more to his liking than any cramped main street coffee shop. At least he wasn't required to talk to the stray cats there. Or take off his gear.

Going back to the cameramen room wasn't an option either. They would all be gathered there, talking loudly and telling bad jokes, sharing the mishaps of the day. No doubt they'd notice him and start asking questions. Questions Stefan wouldn't be able to -or even want to- answer at this particular moment. Or any moment to be precise.  

“I'm Stefan, I just moved here after I got this job, I'm from Northern Calisota”. Stefan had well rehearsed this speech the night before but the will to actually use it had significantly decreased from the moment he went to bed - if his plain mattress could be called a bed. He now found this absolute anonymity as a great comfort, standing silently next to the wall of the crowded room. A lot of time had passed since he had been absolutely unknown. He was actually grateful that no one had asked. That he, hadn't given them any chances to do so. Unprompted friendliness wasn't something that he could deal with at this moment.

He, himself, had still so many loose ends to tie. It was only a week after all since he had arrived at Duckburg, found his apartment and this job. He was sure that he would get used to this new life sooner or later. But not just yet.

Ideally, he would have waited a month or so to settle down before finding any job. Just give himself enough time to discover the area, make his apartment look a bit more like a home, finally put his thoughts in order. Oh, so much had happened. But the bill wasn't going to pay itself and he had enough of canned beans. In addition, if he wanted to start over, he would have to move on. Even if it meant forcing himself to go out there.

That's how he, a stateless ex-photographer, found himself in an urgent need of a job when the Chanel 00 found itself in an urgent need of cameramen.

And it also happened that Stefan was more than just qualified for the job.

So, there he was! Monday morning, in the Chanel 00's crowded office room, also qualifying as a wall decoration after all this time he had been standing there.

Dan, the Chanel's director had asked him to wait for a moment before he assigned him his next task. He had vanished in the long corridor since and ten minutes had already passed.

So, Stefan could do nothing but awkwardly wait as reporters and errand boys would come and go. He had gotten some side glances and curious looks but no one had approached him. It didn't surprise him as he was the only cameraman in the room and also still wearing his gear.

That was another reason he liked it. He felt quite at ease with his face hidden by his helmet. Sure, he heard the other cameramen complain about headaches all the time but that wasn't his case. At this particular moment where he felt like a fish out of water, this physical barrier between him and the world was oddly comforting. Like a safe space where his thoughts could roam free. Plus, the dark glasses gave him the chance to observe without being seen, a fact that he found highly amusing. He wondered how many of his colleagues knew that the brunette reporter -Helen wasn't it?- was secretly dating Ross from the tech department or that the tall anchorman was stealing others' pens when they weren't looking. Oh boy!  And that was only his first day! Stefan smiled.

But where was Dan? It must have been fifteen minutes since he had left. Of course, he was the director. Anything could have come up, anything was more important than an insignificant cameraman in his first day. He nervously looked around. Should he wait some more? Should he go? But what if he went away and then Dan couldn't find him? Should he go find his boss, was that appropriate? Should he go and wait somewhere else? Oh God, not in the cameramen room! Would the other reporters think of him as an idiot, waiting without moving a finger for this long? Stefan sighed and tried to ignore that he was getting more anxious by the minute.

Thankfully, Dan appeared in the end of the corridor. Stefan relaxed as he saw the director coming towards him holding a bunch of papers which he presumed were the details of the next scoop. He was ready to make a step forwards when a voice interrupted him.

“Oh, Dan! There you are”

A tall, blonde woman appeared out of nowhere and approached the director with a quick step. She was holding some record papers which at once got Dan to examine under her worried gaze.

Stefan hadn't seen her before. She was wearing a white shirt and a pink blazer with matching pants. Her long hair was styled in a messy bun. An anchorwoman? That was possible. Stefan noticed the pens arranged in her shirt's pocket and the handwritten notes visible in the papers she was holding. A journalist? That was more likely. But why was she still working during lunch break?

The woman's gaze shifted from Dan to Stefan.

“Oh! I'm sorry, I didn't mean to interrupt!”, she apologized with a nervous smile.

“It's fine”, Stefan said, realizing that this was the first time he had spoken in hours. Whatever these two were doing must surely be more important anyway.

The woman had left Dan to read the notes by himself and was now looking straight at him with a curious air. Stefan did his best to hide how awkward he felt while her gaze was examining him, head to toes. As if she was scanning him. She didn't look intimidating though, perhaps even sweet.

“Are you new here?”, she asked with a smile.

“Yes”, was all that Stefan could mutter.

There came the questions! He wished Dan could read fast enough so he could get his next scoop assigned and just go.

“Well then, welcome to Chanel 00! Perhaps we 'll get to work together sometime, I'm a reporter”.

She balanced her papers under her arm and extended her hand.

“I'm Lyla Lay”

Stefan reluctantly shook it.

And now to the dreaded part! It was time to introduce himself, he couldn't avoid it anymore. Somehow the speech he had rehearsed seemed so stupid now. Would she be okay with just a first name? She had given her last name so he probably ought to give his too. She had been really polite after all. But wouldn't she recognize him? As if anyone would remember him... Why was this making him so nervous?

Dan, who had meanwhile finished skimming through the notes, interpreted the silence and decided to spare his colleague from the new weirdo's shenanigans.

“Well Lyla, that's our new cameraman St-”

“Camera 9!”, interrupted Stefan firmly.

Yes, it finally clicked. That sounded so much better. He had started to like this number. Although a little bit taken aback, Lyla nodded politely.

“Nice to meet you then Camera 9! I look forward to working with you!”, she said as sweetly as she could and then turned to Dan to take back her papers, “are we alright with this?”.

Dan nodded. Lyla shuffled her papers, greeted them and disappeared as quickly as she had come, leaving them alone. Stefan looked at her direction for a bit, listening to her footsteps fade away. This one seemed a little better than the others working in the Chanel. Maybe a little too friendly but still professional and polite. It wasn't out of gossip that she had spoken to him. At least she had noticed him...

“Are you even listening Camera 9?”, Dan violently brought him back to reality by snapping his fingers in front of him. How he hated when people did that...

Dan gave him the details and left him alone in the now empty office room. Stefan took out his helmet. His coworkers were right, it does get heavy after a while. He would have to get used to it. One more scoop and he would be able to go home.

Now, whom was he assigned with? The reporters he had met so far weren't necessarily bad, just... indifferent to work with. The only good thing about them was that they were snob enough to leave him alone. Maybe he had been assigned with this Lay woman. He had already met her so he wouldn't have to worry about it. Still, she had seemed rather chatty and Stefan wasn't sure if he had enough energy for this right now.

Stefan's eyes reached the bottom of the page. Ah yes, there was the name. He hadn't met this reporter yet, although -even in those brief hours- he had heard his name being yelled across the corridors. He folded the paper, placed it in his front pocket and put his helmet back on. One more scoop... One more scoop and he could go back to his apartment to enjoy some canned beans in the quiet of his empty living room.

After all, how bad could this Angus guy be?

#I wanted so much to share this #my fic #fic #pkna #Camera 9 #stefan vladuck

[skysailor90]

La Sombra y Su Sol

Summary: This is a concept I’m playing with. I’m  a HUGE Pedro Pascal fan and I love his character Javier Pena from Narcos. I thought it would be fun to play with the idea of a female led cartel that Pena has to investigate and ultimately takedown. This is my FIRST attempt at any kind of creative writing so constructive criticism is welcomed! I hope you at least enjoy the read!

Word Count: Little over 2,500 (whoops)

Warnings: Soft drug reference, language, sexual reference...

                                             Worlds Apart

7:16PM: Peña  

It was a long fucking day. After an even longer fucking week. Being promoted to the lead DEA Agent on this new case was the last thing he wanted. Javier Peña had not recovered from the last time he led a major case, and he had a feeling that this was one going to come with strings. Strings he was not willing to be manipulated by again. This week only confirmed his suspicions. He needed to figure out a way out of this before things got too carried away again. He finished his last cigarette as he pondered a way out of this when he heard a knock at his door. 

“Hey boss, Dan and I are going down the street for a drink. You in?” Peña looked up from his distracted gaze to see Fiestl hanging by the door looking beat. Luckily, Peña was able to assemble his team. He instantly brought on the two guys that helped him bring down the Cali Cartel. Dan Van Ness and Chris Fiestl were good guys. Guys he could trust. Trust was hard to come by in this business. Before he could politely turn down the invitation, Fiestl argued his case. 

“You know you need something after this week. We all do.” He shared and Peña  couldn’t lie to him. Despite feeling exhausted he knew he would not be able to sleep. Too much to work through. Too many doubts that would surely keep him up. 

“Sure. I’ll meet you guys there. Need to finish up a couple of things here.” He replied and Chris exited the doorway walking down the hall. Peña  waited until he was all the way down the hall. He sat back taking another cigarette from his suit pocket and lighting it taking a deep inhale. He leaned back in his chair exhaling. He needed to sit there a little bit longer before putting on a brave face for those guys. He couldn’t let them see that he was already contemplating leaving them high and dry for their own good. 

8:20PM: Sombra

I had been sitting in my car for about 10 minutes before I decided to walk in and wait for him. I would be lying if I wasn’t excited about tonight. I rarely put myself in such risky situations. It was a life saving practice for the leader of the fastest growing cartel anyone had ever seen. The greatest gift to my success was the anonymity I had so carefully created for myself. Although, I understood that this recklessness was putting so many things in jeopardy I had to meet him in person. It was almost like a predator stalking his prey. I needed to understand what I was up against to succeed where others hadn’t. DEA legend Agent Javier Peña  was a formidable opponent. One I had not had in some time and it sounded like the perfect opportunity to have a little fun. 

You see, I have always been a survivor. Growing up in an orphanage and jumping from foster home to foster home, it was all I knew. It might have felt lonely at first, but just as they say you get used to anything if you give it enough time. By the time I met Emilio, I had settled on the idea that company was for a purpose. For advancing something in your life otherwise it wasn’t worth the compromise. He was my safety. Being attached to a drug lord came with risks, but I wasn’t afraid of taking risks because I know that you have to take risks to achieve greatness. I admit I was still naïve. I was after all only 22 years old when this 38 year old drug lord swept me off my feet. He was charming, but mostly he was powerful and I saw potential in this power. Little did I know just how much that power would shape my future over the course of almost a decade. 

My intel informed me that Peña  and his men frequented this bar. His team of two other male DEA Agents  Daniel Van Ness and Chris Fiestl, were his small but effective team. I waited down the street having a hunch I would get an opportunity to see what I was up against. I saw Ness and Fiestl walk in shortly after I parked. They looked exhausted, and I smiled as I felt that this might be the perfect time to gather my own intel. I sat back a bit longer waiting to see if Peña  joined them. As I waited I  recalled the file I read on Peña  . DEA’s Golden Boy for some time. He was integral to the take down of Pablo Escobar and later led a tactical team that took down the Cali Cartel. Digging a little further, Peña  compromised a lot of his so-called “integrity” by working with Los Pepes. This resulted in an innumerable amount of deaths. It was a massacre and based on his involvement in that, he must have not left Columbia the same man. He later led a team with Fiestl and Ness to take down the Cali Cartel. It is my understanding that things also got messy there. However, in each he was successful in breaking an empire enough that a shift in power was forced to take place. This left a struggle for power for some time. Emilio was a small player but biding his time. Until, it became my time. 

I glanced at the door and saw Peña  walking into the bar. He paused to smoke a cigarette before entering the bar. Interesting. My curiosity got the best of me. I quickly called Julio, my right hand and head of security, and informed him that I would not be needing him for the rest of the evening. He paused but he knew better than to question me. 

“Claro, señora.” He responded and I know he hated this but I felt like this was going to be a lot easier than I originally thought. Plus, I knew how to take care of myself if need be. It was time to test how effective my other intel was. I quickly primped myself in the mirror before exiting my car and headed towards the bar. I got butterflies as I got closer. The hunt begins. 

  8:33PM: Peña  

Javi entered the bar and immediately saw Ness and Fiestl at their normal table. They were in the middle of laughing when he pulled up a chair. 

“Guys, what did I miss?” Javi asked as he took a seat and waved at the bartender to bring him his usual. 

“How did you survive Wednesday’s debriefing?” Ness asked. 

“It was brutal. Wasn’t it, Javi?” Fiestl asked. Javi let out a sigh as a double whiskey neat was placed in front of him. 

“I tried to imagine I wasn’t there. That I was anywhere else really but there.” Javi responded. Javi had decided it was all a waste of time.  A lot of nothing but you would swear that the intel they had was a godsend. It was all bullshit. It had zero backing and also was missing so many aspects of this case. So many things didn’t line up. So many names from unreliable sources. But he was instructed to chase down every lead he was given, and that already was suspicious. 

“Well, all I know is that we are getting fucked already.” Ness said half amused, half genuinely frustrated. They all nodded in agreement and drank. Javi saw Ness and Fiestl look up at something behind him.

“Speaking of getting fucked.” Ness said and Fiestl nearly spit out his beer. Javi glanced subtly behind his shoulder to see a woman walk into the bar. Not just a woman. A gorgeous being that made Javi understand Ness’s reaction. 

“Fuck.” Javi muttered quietly under his breath. 

Javi had never seen her in here before. He would remember seeing her before tonight. She was dressed in a figuring hugging dress that perfectly accentuated her curves. Her curves mirrored an hourglass. However she almost seemed to be trying to hide those curves with an oversized black jacket that clearly did not belong to her. She wore thigh high boots and had long dark curly hair that made Javi yearn to pull on while he did awful things to her. She seemed irritated though. She made her way directly to the bar and sat alone ordering some kind of drink. Javi thought she seemed out of place, but he also saw an opportunity for a fun distraction. As he imagined himself approaching her, he could hear Ness and Fiestl negotiating who would approach her first. Without saying a word to them, Javi stood up and began walking over to the bar. Fiestl and Ness fell silent realizing that Javi wasn’t one to wait his turn. 

Javi approached the bar and stood a couple of seats down from the woman. She was downing the last of her drink and waving to the bartender requesting another. 

“Rough day, huh?” Javi said more out loud than directly to her. She turned to him and Javi got a good look at her. Her dark chestnut hair made her big light brown eyes really stand out. Her piercing gaze took him off guard. It was like she could see right through everything. Her lips pressed into a small smile. Those soft pink plump lips. Javi imagined how it would feel to have those lips wrapped around his cock. 

“You could say that.” She responded before reaching for her next drink. He could tell she wasn’t seeking company but she also didn’t seem to push him away. He took a chance and moved in a little closer. She glanced at him, but did not object. Javi took this as an indifferent invitation. 

“I’m told I’m a good listener.” Javi said, sitting right next to her.  She looked at him again. Her eyes trying to read him and looking for something, but Javi remained cool under her gaze. 

“Well, I usually don’t air my dirty laundry to strangers.” She said. Javi could tell she was fishing for some reassurance. 

“That’s a good rule. I’m Javier Peña .” Javi extended his hand out to shake hers. She shook his hand using a firm but polite grip. 

“Sofia. Nice to meet you Mr. Peña.” She replied. They both held on to each other’s hands for a second longer than necessary but that didn’t seem to bother either one of them. 

“So will your pals be joining us?” Sofia asked as she nodded in the direction to Ness and Fiestl who were caught staring at them from their table. Javi shook his head amused but slightly embarrassed at their gawking display. 

“Oh, those guys? Yeah, I’ve never seen them before in my life.” Javi coyly replied and Sofia smiled in return. Javi asked the bartender for another round and took a sip of his new drink. 

“ So, about that rough day?” Javi asked before taking another sip. He turned to see Sofia once again staring but this time he could see she was processing. He could almost see the wheels turning in her mind looking back at him through her soft brown eyes. He opted to remain silent but didn’t break eye contact allowing her to make her assessment. Javi was curious to see exactly what she saw. 

“Well, Mr. Peña ,” Sofia started and Javi corrected her. 

“Javi, please.” he politely insisted. 

“Right.” Sofia started again and continued.

 “Well Javi, I got stood up tonight.” Sofia answered more annoyed than embarrassed. Javi couldn't fathom who in his right mind would do such a thing to this captivating woman. 

“Bullshit.” Javi spurted out before taking another sip of his drink. Sofia laughed, almost spitting up her drink and Javi couldn't help but smile and feel even more drawn to her. 

“Bullshit? You think I’m lying?” Sofia playfully retorted. 

“Excuse the vulgar language, but you’re full of shit. Was this guy blind or something?” Javi asked, attempting to make his argument. 

“Well, it was a blind date. A mutual friend thought we would hit it off.” Sofia finished the last of her drink before signaling for another round. Javi waved at the bartender and gestured to put her next drink on his tab.

“Oh, that's not necessary. I don’t really need a pity drink.” Sofia tried to object to Javi’s offer, but he stopped her. 

“Not a pity drink, carino. Just trying to buy a beautiful woman a drink she rightfully needs.” Javi explained and Sofia nodded both granting permission and thanking him. The bartender served a fresh round and Sofia took a sip before providing context. 

“Yeah, I mean she meant well, and he sounded decent, but a girl can only wait so long alone at a table clearly meant for two for before sacrificing too much of her dignity.” Sofia took another small sip and turned to Javi. 

“Well, in that case, I say this is a celebratory drink.” Javi raised his glass and nodded encouraging her to do the same. Sofia raised her glass. They met eyes and stayed locked in for a few seconds before Sofia interrupted. 

“And, what are we celebrating, Javi?” Sofia asked but sipped from her glass nonetheless. Javi also took a small sip before responding. 

“Someone’s massive mistake brought you here and now here I am, sitting easily with the most beautiful woman in this place. And now I get to enjoy your wonderful company.” Javi gave her his devilish grin and she held his gaze. It became too unnerving and he reached for his drink. 

“I’m not sure you will feel very lucky later.” Sofia responded. Javi quickly replied.

“I’ll take my chances. Something tells me I won’t regret it.” Javi gave a sly grin and Sofia smiled. 

“I respect your forwardness and the slight arrogant undertone.” Sofia replied. 

“But I need more than a  smug smile and air of confidence to be convinced, Mr. Peña .” Sofia countered before taking the last sip of her drink. Javi couldn’t help but feel like he had met his match. Someone complex enough to  distract his mind while provoking his dark desires. Javi finished his drink before making his offer. 

“Well I’m sure given the opportunity, I can be very convincing.” He smiled and sat back in his seat, awaiting the wheels in her head to start turning. Sure enough, he saw them again. Her contemplation. She was conflicted, and he felt like it was enough for her to be convinced. She rose from her seat and leaned in to whisper into his ear. 

“Outside. Five minutes. Then we will see how convincing you can be.” Sofia gently rubbed her cheek against Javi before turning and walking towards the restroom. Javi watched her walk away left stunned by how this night progressed. He gestured for the check and closed out both their tabs. Whatever came next, he was ready. He quickly signed the check and made his way to the front door. He turned briefly to look back at Ness and Fiestl who were already watching him walk away. Javi shrugged and gave  them a nod. Better luck next time.

[creepy-bi-day]

Can I get New York Cody based off of a quote by Dan Howell? It goes “I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.”

YeS???

I didn’t actually use the quote, mostly just used it as inspiration, so I hope that’s okay!

I wanted to do a soulmate thing so like—- here!

Also, y’all get a detailed depiction of how I see Cody oop-

Cody cult supporters:

@fekst-fucker @the-acolytes-collection @despacitostuff @undercooked-ravioloni @freaky-farfalle

Warnings: mentions of abuse, fluff, slight angst?? Long story, slight depictions of violence, mentioned and slightly detailed panic attack, TOOTH ROTTING FLUFF

Train Ride

You supposed it could’ve been worse.

You could’ve been beaten instead of berated.

A few months ago, you remember hoping that he was the One. You had been too shy to talk to him, and it thouroughly shocked you when he made the first move.

It had been a bittersweet day, hearing your crush speak to you, but knowing that he wasn’t your soulmate. He didn’t even have a Mark.

Granted, most people simply settled nowadays anyway, so you decided to try. He was, after all, your first love.

You forced a smile as he continued talking as you waited for the subway. It was your first time in New York, and he was your ‘tour guide’. Not a very good one, as he simply did whatever he wanted rather than listen to you, but at least you weren’t lost. You had zoned out instead of listening to his tangent, a habit of yours when someone droned in for as long as he had.

A sharp squeal of breaks attracted your gaze as a dark blue train pulled up beside you.

“Y/n,” the sharp tone caused a shiver to slide down your spine. He sounded mad. When he was mad, he became downright cruel. “Were you even listening? Or daydreaming about your nonexistent soulmate again?”

He had told you he was just insecure, that his words didn’t mean anything. Sadly, you believed him, even now. You knew he wasn’t the one and you were better off without him, but honestly?

You were afraid of being alone.

Your eyes widened and your jaw dropped, and you prepared to defend yourself. Your stuttering was cut off when he gripped your wrist tightly, dragging you onto the subway car that had shown up moments ago.

In his haste, you bumped into a stranger. You tugged you’re wrist from your boyfriends grip, glaring at him as he moved to pull you close again.

“Stop being such a bitch,” he muttered, taking your wrist again. Once more, you pulled away, instead turning to the man you had run into.

“I’m really sorry, I just- stop touching me!” You seethed, shoving the familiar male away. He stumbled back and stayed away from you for a second, seething from a few feet away.

You sighed, looking apologetically at the man in front of you. You felt your cheeks flush as you couldn’t help but take him in.

One hand held an earbud a few inches from his pierced ear, the other held his phone in front of him. He was leaned back against the wall of the car, one leg crossed over the other. His skin was a smooth caramel color, even if there were a few scars and freckles dotting his face.

His lip was pierced, as was his nose. Both were small, dark purple rings that glinted in the dingy lights of the train car.

Your eyes trailed down his torso, taking in the muscled arms and broad chest that his dark blue shirt clung to. You could make out a few bumps on his torso that might’ve been more piercings. He had broad shoulders and a narrow waist, the sight making your cheeks heat more.

A black and white plaid shirt was wrapped around his hips, almost concealing the dark, studded chain belt he wore to hold up his black jeans. They wrapped around his thighs almost like a second skin. It was his shoes that confused you though. Black work boots were laced with different colors: one yellow and one pink.

He cleared his throat, causing your gaze to meet his.

He smirked at you, that lip ring tugging at a scar that ran from his eye to the corner of his plump lips.

Stuffing his phone in his pocket, he ran a tan hand through his inky black hair, vibrant green eyes meeting yours. He tugged out his headphones and draped them over his shoulder.

As he opened his mouth to address you, you were both jolted out of your daze as you were tugged backwards by the collar.

“Stop being a whore and staring!” Your boyfriend hissed, glaring at the both of you. “And you, back the fuck off and go fucking eat a baby or some shit.”

The green eyed male scoffed, lip curling in an almost animalistic snarl as he stood to his full height and stepped so he was in front of the two of you. He crossed his arms and looked your boyfriend over.

“Least I know how to treat a fucking lady,” he said lowly, directed at the male behind you. He then gently took your arm and maneuvered you to stand behind him, shooting a dangerous look at your soon-to-be ex boyfriend. “Only a fucking bitch would treat a woman like that, fucking asshole.”

Before he could turn to you, your boyfriend had laid a punch to your saviors cheek, drawing a pained hiss from his lips. A dangerous flint shone in his green eyes before he turned and returned the favor, knocking your boyfriend to the ground.

You placed your hands over your mouth as a strangled noise of surprise left your lips.

The man chuckled darkly, using his boot to shove your boyfriend onto the ground completely. He kept the extremity planted on the smaller man’s shoulder as he leaned down. He muttered something that caused your boyfriend to pale before flushing with anger and trying to squirm his way up from the ground. The boot only pressed him further into the ground as he shot a murderous look at the man on the floor.

“Know when to fucking stop, twat,” he seethed as he pulled away. He tugged his earbuds out of his phone and shoved them into his back pocket as he faced you again. His gaze shot to the doors as they opened and a sly grin slid over his features as he took you by the hand and bolted out the door with you in tow.

Your eyes widened as you heard the doors slide shut behind you, closing you off from your boyfriend who was still on the train.

You were in slight shock before you started to giggle, still sprinting away from the landing.

Light flooded your vision as the mysterious stranger tugged you out of the subway back to the surface. He let go of your hand and panted softly after the run, looking over to see you panting and doubled over.

A short laugh left his lips as he took in your flushed form. You glared at him through (h/c) locks.

“What was that for?” You cried, standing up and realizing what had just happened. “Oh gods, he’s going to kill me!”

Your hands tangled in your hair as you felt your world crumble. Your vision darkened and you couldn’t seem to catch your breath.

Two large hands closed gently around your forearms as he leaned down to look you in the eyes. His gaze was soft and full of worry as he looked you over. He gently pried your hands from your hair, keeping you from tugging it out.

“Hey, shh, it’s okay. You know how I know?” He said softly, causing you to freeze as the words on your hip burned softly, signaling they had been completed. “Because I don’t even know you, but for some reason, I feel in my chest that I need to know you. It kinda hurts, not gonna lie.”

He snorted at that, blushing slightly and chewing at the purple lip ring.

“I kinda wonder if there’s a biological reason for it but, I saw you and it just hurt,” he breathed the last word, shooting his gaze to the side as a car honked loudly. “I just- I needed to know who you were. Who you are.”

He met your gaze again, smiling this time.

“I knew I had to save you, I guess,” he finished. You blinked as you took in what he said. Did he not have a Mark? It wasn’t uncommon for only one of a Fated Pair to have it, but it still surprised you.

Before you could stop yourself, you blurted out the words you were thinking.

“You’re my soulmate,” you said, before wincing and looking away. He tensed, grip tightening on your arms slightly. You rushed to explain yourself. “You just- you said the words on my hip. You said the shh it’s okay, you know how I know?”

He blinked blankly, seemingly taking a minute to process your words before a blinding grin broke across his face.

“Fuckin’ sweet,” he said, releasing his grip on your arms to wrap his muscular arms around your smaller frame, bringing you close. “In that case, call me Cody, doll face~.”

You felt your face heat at the sudden flirtiness of his tone. Your hands were placed on his shoulders to brace yourself against him and your teeth worried your lip as you felt how solidly built he was.

“Y/n,” you responded, smiling genuinely for the first time in months.

This seemed like it was a wonderful turn of events.

You were glad you’d come to New York now.

#cody rogers imagine #cody rogers #hes punk boi #lace codessss #his laces mean hes pro feminist and antifacist/antiracist #hes a fuckin sweetie #got me a thing for punk bois too tbh #lord help me

[allthephils]

Wax on, Wax off

Rated: E word count: 1282

Read on ao3

Happy birthday @doineedtohaveawordwithyou ! This was supposed to be a little desert introspection but I haven’t been writing much and I’m a little rusty, so it turned into solo Phil smut. Oops. Happy birthday, here’s some porn! Thank you for being such a delightful and positive presence in this fandom.

Phil thought there would be howling coyotes, screeching owls, and chirping crickets. He’d prepared himself for the frightening skitter of tiny lizard feet. He had not prepared himself for this kind of quiet, a silence that screams it’s stillness all around him, unavoidable. It’s beautiful here but so expansive, never ending, and so hot that the air presses in from all sides. VidCon exhausted his social reserves. Las Vegas will be yet another onslaught. The ghost towns and quirky truck stops were his favorite part so far but this part, just relaxing in nature, that doesn’t come so easy. He’s meant to be resetting, renewing, taking time alone out here. Dan went off to strip out of his poor clothing choices and shower. Martyn and Cornelia have long since disappeared but he can hear their chatter and Corn’s musical laughter every so often. 

  The ground is hard under Phil’s back but his feet hang over the edge of the pool, slowly kicking back and forth through the too blue water, still visible in the bright moonlight. That’s one thing, the moon. It’s full and bright, illuminating in ways it just doesn’t in London. The stars are dull, hidden behind the veil of light. He counts as many as he can, tracing shapes with his finger tip stretched out in front of him. He thinks he spots a planet or two. 

  Somewhere behind him, he hears the shower turn on. Phil had rushed through his, feeling oddly exposed in the bright morning but showering under the stars doesn’t sound too bad. Dan must be loving it, surrounded by the night sky, under a spray of cool water. What a perfectly pretentious end to a day spent wearing £300 joggers in 40 degree heat. He’ll be lathering up by now. Rubbing that cruelty free, organic jasmine body wash over his sweat soaked skin. An absent minded hand finds it way to Phil’s open collar, scratching gently through the soft hair there. With an image of a soapy Dan in mind, he fingers a button open, then another and another until he’s wriggling his shirt down his shoulders and tossing it aside. 

  As oppressive as the heat is, it does bring some gifts. Dan’s pretty legs, shaved smooth, pale but somehow still golden made an appearance yesterday. Phil remembers running his hand up a slim calf, he can practically feel Dan’s warm skin as he drags his fingers down over his own belly, teasing past his waist band slightly before flattening his hand and feeling the skin, muscles rippling as he lifts his head to watch. 

  Dan’s probably got his head thrown back, watching the stars as he washes. He probably has a hand on his inner thigh, idly reaching fingers to stroke the skin behind his balls. Phil’s hand has made it’s way over his rib cage to his chest now. The swirling heat just under the surface has nothing to do with the desert, prickling up his thighs and behind his nipples. He grazes over a one sensitive nub, gasps just a bit and moves straight to pinching and rolling, his other hand shooting down to unbutton his shorts. Sweat and heat are irrelevent to Phil if it means he can press his body to Dan’s but Dan won’t want to fuck in this heat. Sex tends to override discomfort for Phil. It also overrides propriety, good judgement, and modesty but that’s neither here nor there. There doesn’t seem any good reason to deny himself this. Everyone else is occupied and he is meant to be relaxing. 

  For a brief moment, he reconsiders calling out for Dan, or getting up to go join him in the shower. He’s so good to himself though, no one is better at touching Phil than Phil, not even Dan. And he’s rather settled here, just warm enough with his feet in the pool, perfectly acclimated. His body says stay a while, get comfy, keep going, and Phil is never one to deny his body a craving. Lifting his hips, he shoves his shorts and pants down in one motion before wrapping a hand around himself. He’s half hard but the idea of open air around his cock has it filling his grip completely. 

  His hands are lazy. A low electric current runs through his fingertips, leaving his skin dewy and buzzing with every touch. Yeah. Touch my cock. Fuck. Words whispered to himself through crooked, quirked up, self aware lips. Words that push the hum of arousal until his slow tease becomes a torture and he gives in. Thoughts roll through his mind, half formed and disjointed, moving from fantasy to memory and finally to simple here and now reality. There is no one for miles and Phil’s cock is beautiful moving in and out of his fist. Nothing wrong with finding your own cock beautiful. He can’t deny what so many have told him. It’s long and perfectly straight, deep pink and shining at the tip where it slips past his foreskin. 

  His breath catches and his thumb finds a rhythm, flicking over a nipple in time with his stroking hand. His eyes slip shut but he forces them open. Seeing actual stars when he cums is too good an opportunity to pass up. He giggles a bit at the thought. Tension builds in his gut and his strokes speed up, losing coordination in a deliciously desperate surge toward release. There are splashes from the shower and Phil’s imagination runs wild. Maybe in the morning, he’ll push his nipples against the smooth wet wood, arching his back so Dan can fuck him silly before breakfast. 

  He gives his nipple a break to free up a hand, running through his hair with a tug before moving his hand down to cup and massage his balls while he jacks himself fast and hard. He sees naked Dan on an ass shaped rock, he sees Chris Hemsworth on his knees, he sees himself, half naked on the ground, feet in the pool, cock in his hand. That’s the image that does it. Narcissism is underrated. He tries to be quiet but a groan escapes, eyes squeezed shut, as he makes a terrible mess of his own belly. 

  He’s alone and sticky and smiling in the dark. It’s nearly midnight and the shower is still running. Maybe Dan had the same idea. Now they can climb in to bed and just cuddle. That sounds too good to resist so he stands, stepping out of his shorts and shoes and walking naked into the sliding door that goes straight to their room. When he opens the shower door Dan looks dreamy and tired, spent and happy. He looks Phil up and down and lets out a raucous laugh. 

  “I see you’ve been taking your self care seriously,” He says, smirking. “I was afraid you were coming in here to get frisky.”

  “Frisky?” Phil cocks his brow, “Ok grandpa, I figured you’d be too tired after today anyway.”

  “Not tired at all.” Dan answers, “but you’re clearly all used up.”

  “Is that a challenge?”

  A high pitched ha! echos in the night. “You’re filthy. Covered in cum and already asking for more.” He’s attempting derision but only achieving a kind of fond reprimand. “You aren’t a teenager anymore Phil, I don’t think you have it in you.”

  Phil steps into the shower and kisses Dan, soft enough to make him shudder, hard enough to make his knees weak. Spinning Dan around quickly, he pushes him into the wall and lays his body over him, Dan’s giggles bouncing off the shower walls. Phil kisses behind his ear and whispers there. “Let’s test that theory, yeah?”

[nordipalooza]

Warmth [Nor/Ice, Fic]

Title: Warmth Author: Tintaglia / Thea Prompt: Norway, Iceland - Anticipation (1900s or Modern Day) Rating: Mature Content notes: Mature, but not Explicit. Norway and Iceland are referred to by country names, or "Nore" and "Ice" respectively. Summary: Norway and Iceland spend a Christmas alone together, with wine. Features the two in a pairing.

Normally at Christmastime, they all spend time together. All of them make time out of their busy schedules, and Ice especially making extra time for travel, so they can all be together. This year, for whatever reason, it wasn’t like that. Everyone had something or other to do, Dan had a date, Sve had a new puppy he didn’t want to leave, and so on. Iceland had just accepted the eventuality of having to spend Christmas alone when Nore had called him (called, not texted), to ask in his quiet voice if Ice would consider spending Christmas at home with him, just the two of them.

Of course, he accepted. He was used to Nore doting on him specifically, more so than any of the others, but it still warmed him when the Norwegian seemed to know what he wanted, what he needed, before he even had to say anything. He also knew that Norway preferred to be alone for the most part, that Christmas was one of the few times he allowed the rest of them and their madness to invade his solitude. This year, he had a completely viable excuse to avoid seeing anyone, to have his Christmas alone, and he still reached out to Iceland. He couldn’t deny, it felt good to be wanted. It was similar to the feeling of seeing a cat out in the city, and reaching down to have it run to you. He felt happy, he felt chosen. Special, even.

Neither of them was overly fond of wine, but tonight there was plenty of it. Ice sat on the couch closest to the roaring fireplace, wrapped in a knitted blanket, sipping on a glass of something red and dry, waiting for Nore to fish out their next bottle from the kitchen. The fire and blanket kept him warm, but the wine made him dazed and sleepy in a happy sort of way. He was comfortable and fuzzy as a down comforter. Honestly, if he’d been anywhere else, he might not be this content, but since it was Nore’s house, he felt himself relaxing more and more.

“Nore, where are you? I’m out!” he exclaimed in a whine as he drank his last few sips. “Where did you go?”

“Here,” came the familiar voice behind him, as a bottle suddenly crossed his vision, the Norwegian man dangling it in front of his face.

“Perfect,” Ice replied, and snatched it just to take a swig directly from the bottle, ignoring Nore’s noise of protest. “It’s sweet.”

“Yes, and it belongs in a glass,” Nore said, and pulled it from his grasp, much to Iceland’s amusement.

“Yes, Sir,” Ice replied. He felt fuzzy, but he wasn’t so out of it to not notice the twin spots of pink on top of Nore’s cheeks as he walked around the couch to sit across from him. The thought that the other was embarrassed by those words, or better yet into it did funny things to the pit of Iceland’s stomach. It was like there was a coil inside his guts, twisting and tightening, and he liked it. It made him feel like he was standing on the edge of something, but he didn’t know what. He swallowed the last of the wine in his mouth, and it suddenly felt dry.

“Where did you get all these bottles from, anyway?” he asked. “You don’t like wine that much.”

Nore shrugged his shoulders, seemingly glad for the change of subject.

“I mentioned at work that I wasn’t spending Christmas with the family, but rather just one person in particular. For some reason, they all on their own decided to give me wine bottles. I didn’t even ask.”

He seemed so perplexed that Ice couldn’t help but laugh.

“They think you’ve got a hot date,” Ice said, still chuckling as he reached for the bottle again. Nore let him, and didn’t even complain when he took another drink from the bottle.

“Don’t I?” Nore said softly, causing Iceland to choke and sputter.

“Don’t you what?” he wheezed, placing the bottle down before he spilled it.

It was apparently Nore’s turn to chuckle at his predicament.

“Which part are you stuck on? The hot part or the date?”

“You think I’m hot?” Ice asked, making eye contact with the other, who in response gave him a soft smile.

“You’re an attractive person I suppose,” Nore said, demurring with a tilt of his head.

Normally, Iceland would never feel so bold, but with the wine in his system, he saw no reason not to slide off the couch and cross the few feet between them. Nore looked up as Iceland hovered over him, that blush back on his cheeks. For once, Ice felt powerful, somehow, he had affected his elder so much. Or maybe, it was just the wine. Still, Nore had invited him here, Nore wanted him here, and Nore wasn’t protesting as Ice inched closer into his personal space. Ice licked his lips, feeling the moment tense between them, like a string about to snap. Who would be the first to break it?

Nore’s eyes fell to Ice’s lips, and his own parted and let out a small gasp. That was the only prompting Ice needed to fall into the Norwegian’s lap and press their mouths together in a hungry embrace. Nore’s arms slid around his back, pulling him closer until Ice straddled his lap, and neither came up for air for a long time. When they did, when Ice finally pulled away, the noise it made was obscene, and a line of spit connected them still. Nore lashed his tongue out and broke it, and Ice felt that motion all the way down to his groin and he groaned.

“I think you’re hot, Nore,” he said finally. “You’re really sexy, and strong and, mmf-”

His words were stolen as Nore leaned back in and took another kiss from him, slipping his tongue into his mouth. Ice felt his sanity slipping and simply melted into the kiss, letting the older man do whatever he wanted. It felt good, it felt right, but it still wasn’t enough. Ice pulled back for a moment, to watch Nore’s flushed face heaving in breaths, clearly affected.

“You think I’m hot too right?”

“Yes,” Nore replied, hot and breathy and honest.

Ice felt that tingly feeling in his stomach again as he reached up and tugged the neck of his shirt down to expose his throat.

“Hot enough to do stuff with?”

He barely finished getting the words out before Nore all but forced him to his feet and back until he fell onto the couch again, only to be covered with the Norwegian’s entire body. He yelped in surprise, but was unable to make another sound as Nore devoured his mouth again. He moaned, and Nore pressed in deeper, taking every bit he could and Ice loved it.

Finally, Ice pulled Nore off so he could look him in the eye.

“Love you,” he said quietly, feeling his face heat up. “Nore, I love you so much.”

“Love you too,” the Norwegian replied. “I love your sweet voice and sweeter lips.”

They fell together again, and eventually their actions became so heated that they rolled right off the couch and onto the floor and barely noticed. Ice had never been so content.

#2019 fest #fanfic #nordipalooza #norice #aph norice #aph norway #aph iceland #submissions

[mamabearcat]

Be My Baby

@rosechi had a hankering for some NaLu in a Dirty Dancing AU. I aim to please. Hope it lives up to your expectations!

Natsu stood straight and poised, his arms stretched outwards. “Now, the most important thing to remember in lifts… is balance.” He rose up onto his toes and jumped straight up suddenly, the fallen tree trunk they were both standing on shuddering under the sudden pressure as he landed. Lucy squeaked, immediately dropping to grab onto a convenient branch, giggling as she sat down and watched Natsu shuffling around to regain his balance.

“I got it now”, he grinned.

She watched as he walked gracefully along the fallen tree spanning the stream underneath them, the dappled sunlight highlighting his tanned skin, almost sighing at the smoothness of his movements. It seemed unfair that any one person could be so attractive and at ease in his own skin. A sudden thought struck her. “Where’d you learn to be a dancer Natsu?”

“Well, this guy came into this luncheonette one day, an’ ya know, we were all sittin’ around doin’ nothin”, he shrugged, sitting down on the log, ruffling his rose-pink hair nonchalantly with one hand, watching her interested expression as he answered her question. “He said that Fairytail was givin’ a test for instructors. So, if ya passed they’d teach ya all these different kinds of dances, show ya how ta break ‘em down, how ta teach ‘em, ya know?” He placed his hands in front of him and jumped back to his feet in one fluid movement.

Lucy’s eyes widened as he bent his knee, lunging forwards in a fencing pose and flicked his finger towards her with a smirk and a glint in his eye.

“What?”

He grinned at her, his finger beckoning first to her and then to the spot right in front of him.

“No”, she said, without hesitation, shaking her head at him so her blonde hair tumbled around her shoulders. Was he insane? She had trouble doing the dance steps on level ground, let alone standing on a tree trunk thinner than a balance beam.

Ignoring her protests, he strode forward and reached down to grab her hands, helping to balance her as she wobbled, looking down with trepidation at the drop below them. She suddenly realised that the water in the stream below them really wasn’t very deep, and those rocks looked bone-breakingly jagged. Why on earth were they up here again? Oh, that’s right, because Natsu had absolutely no concept of how normal awkward people tended to fall off things and hurt themselves.

“Good – don’t look down, look here.” She felt gentle fingers brush her chin momentarily as he tilted her face upwards and gestured towards his own eyes. “Right here.”

Swallowing nervously, she placed her hand on his bare muscular shoulder, left uncovered by his black singlet top, trying to remain outwardly calm, but internally blushing up a storm. Out here, away from the pressure of the dance studio, it felt different. The warmth of his slightly damp skin under her nervous fingers made her heart ricochet in her chest, and the warmth in his dark green eyes seemed to pull her in... She wondered, not for the first time, if she had been temporarily insane when she had agreed to do this.

Arms locked in the correct position, she grinned up at him as he began moving, and couldn’t help cackling as she lost her balance almost immediately, breaking her dance frame and clutching onto his shoulders. He steadied her, grinning like a Cheshire cat, guiding her forwards until they were almost at the centre of the trunk bridge. He let go of her arms, and then winked at her roguishly, standing with his feet together.

She nodded, placing her own feet together, the base steps of the mambo chanting through her head. “Left forward, together, right backward, together”, she muttered under her breath, arms held out to keep her balance, beginning the steps, her head watching her feet for a moment until she figured out exactly where the edges of the log were. She still felt a little bad about losing her temper with him before in the studio, even though he had kinda deserved it.

She had to remember she wasn’t doing this just for Natsu. She was learning this dance for Lisanna too, taking Lisanna’s place so she could make it to that appointment at the abortion clinic. Her heart still burned at the injustice of it. She knew she was naïve, a doctor’s daughter who had lived a privileged life, but she also understood that it took two people to get a girl pregnant and couldn’t understand how Dan could put a girl he’d been intimate with in that position and not take responsibility for it. Noticing her serious expression, Natsu tapped her lightly on the shoulder.

“Hey, lighten up Luce. We came out here to make this fun, remember?”

She smiled at him, watching as his usual graceful movements became silly as he wiggled his hips, rolling his fists and then doing the monkey. She giggled, doing her best to dance alongside him on the narrow trunk, her heart warming as he steadied her wobbles with his strong hand yet again.

She tried to lose herself in the moment, but she just couldn’t. She needed to know this dance in two days, not only know the steps, but look professional while doing it. She didn’t know if she could pull this off. If she didn’t deliver this could cost Natsu and Lisanna their job; it was her first look at how the real world worked and it wasn’t pretty. Natsu’s voice snapped her out of her reverie.

“You’ve got that look on your face again, you weirdo.”

She sighed. “It’s just… there’s only two days left Natsu”, she said quietly, looking down at her bare feet again. “Two days. I don’t want to let you down. I know how important this is for Lisanna, and I know I’m clumsy and awkward and probably the last person you would ever choose to do this with, and we haven’t even tried doing the lifts yet and it’s… it’s freaking me out.”

Natsu’s gaze softened, and he rubbed her upper arm in a comforting way, making her raise her eyes to his. “That’s not true Luce. I’m sorry if I’ve given you the impression that you’re not good at this. You’re doing really well for someone who hasn’t danced like this before.” He sighed. “Even though Lisanna and I haven’t been a couple since we were in school, I still care about her, ya know? I want to make this right for her, and it’s not somethin’ I can fix by myself.” He swallowed, looking away from her as his Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat, a dull flush rising in his tanned cheeks. “I don’t like feelin’… powerless. I’m sorry if I’m puttin’ that pressure onto you. The fact that you’re willing to help us like this, it’s… you’re… amazing.”

A fiery blush tinted Lucy’s cheeks and she squeaked as Natsu took her hands. “Right. We can’t practice the lift here, let’s go back over to that field where I parked the truck.” Lucy nodded, still speechless, carefully following him off the log and back down the slope to the soft grass.

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Lucy stood poised, ready to run at Natsu, wiping her sweaty hands on her white jeans. She was never going to be able to do this! She was gonna fall on her arse, and quite possibly crush Natsu in the process. She forced herself to try and concentrate, listening to Natsu’s last instructions.

“Now, bend your knees, and go up. Go, go.” His arms were held out for her and she ran towards him and jolted to a stop as his hands went to her hips. She heard his grunt as he half raised her in the air, and then lowered her down again. “Good try.”

Lucy shook her head as he backed away to put some space between them, biting her lip. She just knew this wasn’t going to work. Natsu took in her worried expression and smiled encouragingly at her.

“Hey, it’s okay. That was just the first try. But you’ll hurt me if you don’t trust me, all right?”

Lucy breathed out in a big whoosh, but nodded her head, ready to try again.

“Now, go, go. Go.”

She ran again, jumping at the correct time and he lifted her a bit higher, grinning at her. He lowered her back down and backed away again, giving her a longer run up this time.

“Good job, Luce. Now, I’m gonna go up.”

He nodded at her encouragingly and she ran towards him again, feeling his strong fingers digging into her hip bones as he lifted. All of a sudden she felt her centre of gravity change and she instinctively fought it, screeching as she tipped forwards, landing on Natsu’s chest with a thump, as they crashed to the ground, leaving him momentarily winded.

She rolled off him, giggling uncontrollably, her legs flailing, trying to apologise but unable to speak for laughing.

Natsu propped himself up on one elbow and sighed at her, a mock serious expression on his face at the laughter at his expense, but after a moment he couldn’t help breaking into a smile.

“You know, the best place to practice lifts is in the water.”

That stopped Lucy’s giggles. “What do you mean, in the water?” she said, looking at him nervously.

“You’re worried about falling right? You don’t trust me to catch you. Practicing this in the water should take away that fear.”

All of a sudden a very different type of fear hit her in the gut. Her and Natsu, alone in the water. She licked her lips nervously. Her thoughts flicked back to that first night she had met him, when he had beckoned her out onto the dance floor of the party in the staff quarters, all raw masculinity, wrapping her arms around his neck and rolling his hips against hers, showing her a world she’d never known to exist.

She realised she was moving further and further away from her original reason for doing this. It was no longer only to be helpful. Her innate need to see a problem and find a solution, to fight against injustice, was being replaced by a growing hunger to be near Natsu, wanting to feel the heat of his hand on her back as he moved her body around the dance floor, wanting to earn those small words of praise when she did well.

She flopped back against the grass, feeling like her well-ordered world had just been turned upside down. This was getting more than a little out of control. What would happen after the dance at the hotel was over? Where would all these feelings go then? She was pretty sure Natsu considered her a child, not a potential romantic partner. What would happen when her family went home? She could feel her heart cracking a little already.

Natsu dragged her up, pulling her to her feet. “C’mon Luce, I know just where we can go.”

__________________

Natsu pulled off his black singlet and dropped it onto the bank, wading barefoot out into the cool dark water of the lake until he was waist deep. His black jeans dragged on his hips, pulled down by the weight of water. He turned back just in time to see Lucy sliding in, squealing and almost slipping a little as her feet hit the sludge near the edge. She’d taken off her flowy button up shirt and was now only dressed in a white singlet and white jeans. Taking a breath, she held her nose and ducked her head underneath the water.

“Fuck.” Natsu held his breath. When her head had broken through the water when she came up for air, he felt like he’d been punched in the gut. Water dripped down the now darkened blonde hair, falling in rivulets over her shoulders and down into the valley between her breasts, now clearly defined as her drenched singlet clung to her like a second skin. He could see her lace bra through the wet white fabric, her hardened nipples pushing against it. He closed his eyes for a moment, trying to mentally erase the image, but it only seemed to make it more ingrained. Probably because every ounce of blood and willpower he possessed was making its way southward.

He’d been fighting this attraction for a while now. He’d only dragged her out onto the dance floor that first night to tease Sting for bringing a guest back to the staff party. He’d thought she was cute and that was as far as it went. But then when she’d agreed to help them, had committed time and effort to help his friend even though she could have just turned her back and returned to the safety of the world she had always known, his esteem had skyrocketed.

She was pretty, sure, but it was her soft heart, her sense of humour, her willingness to work hard and treat him like any other guy she might have met in the rich boy circles her family moved in, even though he was a nothin’ whose skill at dancing was the only thing he had going for him. She was a guest, one of those people with time and money to selfishly spend on themselves, but here she was, sweating alongside him, throwing everything into learning a dance that was gonna save his job and Lisanna’s career. He was so close to breaking that cardinal rule of not falling for guests, in fact he was pretty sure he was careening down the slippery slope with no hope of stopping. This was going to end badly for him if he didn’t nip these feelings in the bud right now.

“Natsu? Are you okay?”

He opened his eyes and forced a grin onto his lips. “Sure thing. You ready?”

She bit her lip, then nodded determinedly.

“Just bend your knees.” His hands moved towards her hips, wanting to linger on her curves of her waist but forcing himself to be all business. “And… go.” He lifted her up into the air as he felt her push upwards, raising her up above his head. “Good, good. Now, hold the position. Hold it. Good. Don’t break! Don’t break!” He felt Lucy’s centre of gravity slip behind him and they both splashed into the dark water, falling down into the chill.

Lucy spluttered back to the surface, laughing and shivering. Natsu reached out his arm, dragging her back to where it wasn’t too deep for her to stand and she clasped both arms around his neck, giggling, her eyes bright with laughter, smiling at him. It suddenly struck him that today was the first time he’d ever seen her laugh like this. He wanted more of it. Her fingers around his shoulder were cool, chilled by the water, but he felt a warmth in his heart that he couldn’t remember feeling for a long time. He helped her stand up, swiping his wet fringe out of his eyes, watching her do the same. He nodded at her, placing his hands back on her hips.

“Let’s do it again. One, two, three…”

He lifted, and she straightened her legs and arms, wobbling a little as she found her balance. “Oh, sorry…”, she murmured, struggling to hold the position.

He squeezed her hips a little as he held her above his head, trying to convey that she was doing well. “Good.” Then she shifted a little too far one way. “Keep… no, don’t…” And they splashed into the water again.

He watched her push up out of the water again, already smiling. Tugging her towards him, listening to her laughter as she hung one arm around his neck, he realised it was already too late for him. He’d fallen for her, wanted nothing more to be part of her life, be by her side. He didn’t know how the fuck that was gonna work, but he was gonna try. He was gonna risk his heart, because she was worth fighting for.

She stood in front of him, grinning, wet hair plastered over her face, singlet and bra falling off one shoulder, teeth chattering slightly in the cold. His hand moved without thinking to slide her shoulder straps back up her arm just as her own hand moved to fix it herself. And then the look she gave him. He realised it wasn’t only his heart on the line, and he was simultaneously elated and terrified.

She smiled softly at him. “One more time, Natsu?”

Reaching out his hand, he tucked a wet chunk of hair behind her ear, feeling her head tilt its weight into his hand. He wanted nothing more than to kiss her, right now, but he didn’t know if he’d be able to stop at just a kiss. They would work this out, somehow. They just needed to get this dance over with first.

“Okay Luce.” He placed his hands on her hips again as she straightened herself, ready to work with him. “Over my head. Go.”

#nalu #natsu x lucy #nalu fanfiction #Dirty Dancing AU #Bearpluscat fanfics

[fuckyeahkagepro]

more... Kagepro (theories)? + it turned into a fic somehow

( CANON-BASED THEORIES COMBINED TO BECOME FIC SOMEHOW ) ( NOTE: IT GETS LENGTHY I APOLOGIZE ) Imagine: you’re Hibiya Amamiya. A “boy” from the “countryside”, who has a “weird sounding name” which means “TO ECHO”. 

You began this story simply as “that boy” “from the countryside”. During the summer break, you made up the excuse that you were going to “study for” “summer classes” “in India” so you could go into the big city with the “girl” you “liked”, Hiyori Asahina.

Name: Amamiya Hibiya: After being told that she wants to go to summer school to prepare for the middle school entrance exams, he is half-forced into staying for a summer in the city by Hiyori, who he has (unrequited) feelings for. They visit Hiyori's sister Ayaka's home, but because Hiyori falls for a boy they meet there, Konoha, he's hit by intense feelings of jealousy. In the middle of it he gets involved in a traffic accident while shopping with Hiyori and comes into contact with the Kagerou Daze. He is possessed by the snake of the "Eye Focusing" abilities, and acquires the power to perceive objects and details that are far away from an aerial (bird's eye) view. Name: Asahina Hiyori Ayaka's younger sister, and a little girl who admires the big city. She's incredibly active and also stubborn, and was the person who dragged Hibiya to the city with her. She's popular among her classmates, but not interested in such things, and even Hibiya is only considered a "convenient classmate who listens to what she says." She is dragged into the Kagerou Daze with Hibiya, but her whereabout since are unknown.

You also had one other major goal: “BUY” “A” “PHONE” You claim to “yourself” it’s because you want to “exchange messages” with Hiyori Asahina, the girl you “love”.

In reality, there’s another reason. You just didn’t know it. BECAUSE YOU FORGOT. (Or did you?)

The date is August 15th (or was it August 14th?) when you woke up upon your bed and in your phone, right there,

WAS A VIRTUAL CYBER GIRL CALLING HERSELF “ENE”

AND CLAIMING SHE WAS REAL. (NOT-VIRTUAL.)

^ Summertime Reload.

“ PLEASE HELP US ” “ YOU CAN’T FORGET ”

“ YOU’D BETTER NOT FORGET . ”

You, with phone in hand, go out into the “big city” except, this time, YOU DO IT VOLUNTARILY. YOU SCARILY KNOW YOUR WAY AROUND THIS “BIG CITY”

--- PERFECTLY.

Not because you had the excuse of “wanting to send messages” with the girl you like.

You find out: YOU’RE CAUGHT IN AN ETERNAL TIMELOOP.

Your name is Hibiya Amamiya. If you remember everything, you still die. If you forget? You still die. If you take ONE STEP out into the “big city”. You. Die.

Hiyori Asahina does, too. Repeatedly. (Weren’t you childhood friends once? Somewhere??)

No matter how many times you possibly attempt to save her.

Along the way, you meet another boy. A “white-haired boy” with a “strange-sounding name”. A “tall” boy who “does things at his own pace”. You claim to “hate” this boy because this boy

“ JUST STOOD THERE ” “ AND WATCHED ”

-- As Hiyori Asahina died.

[ Kagerou Daze / - In a Daze - ] Later on, you meet that boy, again. He tries to befriend you, but you reject it.

You don’t want his help.

You still die. Over and over and OVER and ----------

You try to ask for (or, give?) help. First, you interact more with that “girl” “with the red muffler” ( who is trying to recruit you ... ) But, that “girl with the red muffler” -----

Something changes. Suddenly, SHE’S TRYING TO KILL YOUR FRIENDS, TOO.

You decide she’s not a good person to ask. Or help. In some timelines. Possibly.

You try to (discreetly) (or maybe you genuinely don’t remember?) (“everything”?)

(^ “The Missing Children”, Kido speaking to Shintaro re: Hibiya)

( “ I don’t even know what’s going on ... ” ) --- recruit the help of someone else. An “idol” with “Captivating Eyes”. She can draw everyone’s attention towards her. It might be useful?

You become possessed. AGAIN. You push her off of the rooftop. AGAIN You killed her. AGAIN

She was YOUR         F R I E N D .

You WAKE UP, more and more desperate. The blue cyber girl can only help so much. The red muffler girl can only help so much. The Captivating idol can only help so much.

You don’t want to ask “the white haired boy”’s help.

You go to the next best option.

“Help us.”

“You’re trapped in this, too.” “Don’t you want to [   LIVE FOREVER   ]??” “Please, stop it.” “Just help us already.”

“ What’s in it for me ? ”

“Eternal life ? ” “In the end, won’t you, in actuality, LIVE ? ”

The being contemplates.

“Hmm~ you have a point.” “ If we keep the Kagerou Daze going on ETERNALLY ----- ” “You live ,” “ I live ”

“That’s right.”

“But aren’t THEY trying to stop me, too?”

“ I’ll keep them out of the way. ”

“Hehh~~ you have guts.”

“ Fine, then. Since you can’t ask my “Queen” to REPEAT THE TIME FOR YOU ,

I will . ”

Time repeats. And repeats. And repeats. And --------

A girl awakes upon her bed.

“ I failed this time, too . ”

Your name is Hibiya Amamiya.

You began this story simply as “that boy” “from the countryside”. During the summer break, you made up the excuse that you were going to “study for” “summer classes” “in India” so you could go into the big city with the “girl” you liked, Hiyori Asahina.

You also had one other major goal: “BUY” “A” “PHONE”

“ Are you anxious ? ”

--- You encounter a “white-haired boy”

--- Do you have something you want to --- CONVEY --- To this boy??

                                                   ( “ Yes ” )

[ “ I’m sorry ” ]

[ “ I didn’t mean it when I said ” ]

[ “ I hate you ” ]

YOU NEVER SAY IT.

You keep dying .

“ Today, too, I’ll surely see my dream.

Until you encounter me again, SETO. ”

- Mary Kozakura . ... ... ...

In the seemingly blue painted sky, the white clouds stuck closely together. Although it really seemed like a lie, could it be I couldn’t admit it as the real thing?

The overwhelming sunlight scorching the asphalt shook the atmosphere to and fro. But I couldn’t feel the heat, or even smell the asphalt. “You’ve realized already, haven’t you? You can’t exist here anymore. In a world without a QUEEN, you have no worth.” “Ah, you again? I wonder what makes you think that…….” Is this a conversation? Or am I talking to myself? It’s been a surprisingly long time since I’ve come to an understanding like this. Yet if I go back, I’ll forget everything, right? I couldn’t help but feel embarrassed that I started to speak considerably slower than I used to. At a break in the row of hillside trees in front of an intersection, a girl with an empty expression walks unsteadily down the crosswalk. How many times have I seen this scene before? How many times have I let this scene pass before me? I reach out my hand. It’s just within reach. “It’s useless. This isn’t your world. This is already "their” world. If you can’t figure it out, you have no control.“ The signal is flashing, but the girl doesn’t notice. She’s already right before my eyes. I’m close enough to embrace her. But I can’t touch her. My outstretched hand slips through her, and I grasped the sky without feeling anything. "Why……. Tch!” At that moment, it was already drawing near with a deafening roar. Then, the scene before me dissolved into darkness, as if it were a video encountering an error. Looking down, my body ceased to exist. “It appears that it’s already been decided. This is the end. Becoming hopelessly lost, acting this recklessly, and yet you’re still existing here–don’t think that it’s due to your own strength.” “This is your power, isn’t it? To give me such a strong body; how nice of you.” “It’s the body you WISHED FOR, nothing more. Don’t misunderstand. Now, I’ve got to get going.” “Ah, wait, one last thing before I die. Could you tell the other me something?”

“What is it?” “ⅹⅹⅹⅹⅹⅹⅹⅹⅹⅹⅹⅹ.” “……..I can’t promise it.” “Even so, it’s fine. Thanks for everything.” This is probably the end for me. Up until my very last moments, I was so gullible. Ah, if I could have one last wish granted, it would be to tell that girl who would always hit the gullible me….. - Konoha’s State of the World (Haruka’s POV), Novel 1

“’Everyone from the Mekakushi-dan, whom had accepted Konoha, were surely going through a horrible time at the moment. Thinking that it all had been brought about by Konoha… made me helpless.’

“Really, there’s nothing more frustrating. Ever since Konoha was possessed by ‘Clearing’, I became completely unable to see the other side’s situation.””

- Summertime Reload, Haruka Kokonose speaking/thinking.

“ Obviously, there was also the boundlessly callous fact that “Konoha-kun’s body would get thrown into that world”. Still, since Konoha-kun was being possessed, “ it was    not    as   if    he were      dead ”. ”

^ Kousuke Seto’s thoughts - Kagerou Project: Summer Time Reload (Final Novel / Novel 8) - Children Record -side No.3 (2)- (translated by dennou-translations)

- Summertime Reload (fuyuyuu’s summaries / later half)

“ BLUE “ and “ RED ” are the colors of the “ KAGEROU DAZE ”, [so   Hibiya   became BLUE ] and [  Hiyori  became RED ... PINK ]

- SIDU, (ONE OF THE MCA) INTERVIEWS re: their concepts

^ old Sidu fanart for wannyanpuu’s 2011 fanmade pv (“”non-canonical””)

^ very not related (official art of Clearing Eyes’ new form in COLOR) [ pls ignore the chibi style it’s all we have rn ]

^ “Mary’s Imaginary World” mini-manga (Mary speaking)

^ HIBIYA

^ Hiyori

(red: “ ??? ”) (AYANO? AYAKI? “   AWAKENING   ”? SOMEONE ELSE ?)

(YELLOW: K O N O H A ) (alternate accordingly)

(“Friend” “her” = ???” ) ( HIYORI ??? ) ( OR..... ) [ ENE SEEMS TOO EASY AND I HIGHLY SUSPECT @ JIN ] (ALSO SEE: MANGA ROUTE 2 + “FRIENDS’) (WILL GET BACK TO THAT)

^ Kagepro novels index “ - in a daze - ” (NOVEL 1)

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