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chaewandz · 2 years

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˚୨୧⋆｡˚ ⋆ rose ꒰ nishimura riki x fem!reader ꒱

chapter 05: the little victorian boy outfits

“so why didn’t you two stay in contact?” joonie asked, arms folded across her chest in utter disbelief.

“I wasnt allowed to.” y/n shrugged her shoulders, careful not to disrupt the seamstress who was currently dressing y/n in her ballgown.

“I guess this means he had a crush on you?” isa realized, raising her eyebrows.

“SHHH. NO MORE COMMENTARY ON THIS.” y/n declared.

“so the competition is over before it even starts…” sakura frowned. “it’s unfortunate. I was really hoping to see them all fight for you in the haunted house.”

“what do you mean over? JUST BECAUSE WE WERE FRIENDS IN FRESHMAN YEAR MEANS IM AUTOMATICALLY GONNA PICK HEESEUNG?” y/n’s jaw dropped.

“well yeah?” youngeun replied like it was obvious.

“you guys stress me out.” y/n shook her head.

“pick sunoo so I can get free makeup.” isa suggested.

“NO PICK SUNGHOON! rich power couple I’m telling you!!!” sakura argued.

“yeonjun is so fine though. can we take the ones you reject??” youngeun asked.

“can you just put your fucking dresses on.”

the girls laughed, dashing to the clothing rack that held their ballgowns.

y/n couldn’t help but laugh back at her friends and their over the top excitement after only seeing the suitors through a television screen.

“do you think she was watching?” heeseung asked, tying his shoes as he sat on the same leather couch as before the red carpet.

“I’d like to think so. i mean she wouldn’t miss our first appearances would she? or maybe she couldn’t because she was busy getting ready- I don’t know.” jake was clearly nervous, playing with the cuffs of his pants.

“dont be nervous!” heeseung interjected. “if you’re clearly nervous around her then this is all just gonna go wrong very quickly. she’ll also be able to tell if you’re nervous.”

“how do you know???”

“because you are so bad at hiding your emotions!” heeseung responded without missing a beat. it was a believable excuse anyway.

jake playfully nudged his shoulder and the two moved to sit in front of a mirror to get their hair done.

“are we gonna have to dance…” hueningkai whispered in disbelief.

“oh my god are we- this is it for me. this is really it. I’m going to trip and fall and embarrass myself. might as well leave now to avoid the embarrassment.” beomgyu had his head in his hands.

taehyun just let out a deep sigh as he rolled his eyes.

“why do I always have to be the sensible one? hueningkai, yes you will have to dance. but the steps are easy and she isn’t gonna choose you based on your dance skills, it’s based on YOU! beomgyu, if you walk out of that door I’m going to smack you across the head. you won’t trip and fall. you will dance with her, just like all of us will and you will be a normal human being. both of you please get it together i am begging.” taehyun basically gave them a lecture, standing in front of the two who sat terrified on the couch.

“appreciate it mate.” beomgyu whispered in fear.

“fair enough.” hueningkai muttered.

“beomgyu please stop with the british accent-“ taehyun nearly slapped him right then and there.

“IT COMES OUT WHEN IM NERVOUS!!!”

“thats what she said.” hueningkai giggled.

taehyun was appalled, beomgyu nearly died laughing.

a usual sight among the trio.

“jay i do respect you, but don’t you respect me as well? cant you at least accept the fact that you aren’t the only person on the earth to like the princess??” jungwon tried his best to approach jay calmly, but he could feel himself slowly losing it.

“of course I respect you jungwon. you’re my best friend for gods sake. and yes. i know I’m not the only person to like her, I just never thought you would feel the same! not when you spent so much time listening to me rant about how much I liked her!” jay never meant to snap at jungwon, he was right about how much their friendship meant to him. but he couldn’t seem to shake the feeling of betrayal he felt.

jungwon sensed his change in demeanor and slowly sat down on the couch next to him, staring at the ground.

“I fucked up. i shouldve at least mentioned my feelings towards her beforehand. I’m sorry for breaking your trust, thats probably what I’m most upset about in this whole situation.” jungwon admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “I guess a part of me knew I’d upset you, and that’s why I kept it from you. i also knew that if I didn’t apply then I would regret it for the rest of my life. i didn’t even expect to get in, and I definitely didn’t expect both of us to.” he fidgeted with his hands, still not looking up from the floor.

“and im sorry for snapping at you. i know you didn’t have bad intentions, you never do. thats like close to impossible for you.” jay chuckled, patting jungwon’s back, making him laugh as well.

“is it possible for us to be good?” this was when jungwon finally lifted his head to look jay in the eyes.

“i think so. why don’t we become each other’s wingman or something?? truly I’d take anything over us fighting or our friendship ending.”

“wingman it is.” jungwon extended his arm to shake jay’s hand, a symbol of a truce.

jay shook his hand and smiled.

“now that we’re good, can we practice dancing? this will be so humiliating otherwise.” jungwon laughed.

“of course.” jay nodded, the two getting up to practice dance steps.

“who was stopping me from putting on a silly little victorian boy outfit before today. seriously. because I look a little too fine??” sunghoon turned and strutted around the dressing room towards the mirror.

niki and sunoo just exchanged looks of disgust.

“I feel embarrassment for you. how is that possible? why do I care about how you choose to humiliate yourself?” niki crossed his arms.

“stop being jealous, you will get wrinkles my dear riki.” sunghoon looked him up and down, then went back to strutting around.

“I desperately need to be out of this dressing room away from you both.” sunoo continued doing his makeup, with his own products of course.

“you’ll fall and break a bone trying to dance at the ball. that seems worse than a couple wrinkles but that’s just me.” niki sighed sarcastically.

“whatever you say grandpa!” sunghoon shrugged his shoulders.

then niki threw one of sunoo’s makeup wipes at him and ran and hid in the bathroom before sunghoon could even fight back.

“how is it that he’s always running from us somehow.” sunoo wondered, thinking back to when niki walked out on their photoshoot.

“he needs to be humbled.” was all sunghoon said, sunoo whispering “the irony…” back without him hearing.

“the red carpet was even better than I imagined it to be. all of the photographers were so excited to see us??” yeonjun looked like he could start jumping around with the amount of energy he had.

“I know! I’m even more excited for the ball… I bet she’ll look so pretty… let’s not look stupid yeah?” soobin adjusted yeonjun’s hair.

“of course. I feel like the embarrassment from rugby is still there I really don’t want to relive anything close to that…” yeonjun shuddered at the thought.

“impossible. that was definitely rock bottom for you, I’m not sure you can hit it again so you’ll be good!”

“thank you soobin.” yeonjun smiled, even though he was being teased.

“of course! it also won’t be raining so the odds of you slipping-“

“ok you made your point.”

the two burst into laughter and went back to fixing each other’s hair and outfits.

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author’s note: ok so to recap! y/n’s Bffs discuss the heeseung problem w her as they get their ballgowns on (YES THE INDOOR EVEN IS A BALL🤭) jake and heeseung talk, heeseung using his insight on y/n to calm jake without seeming suspicious 🤞beomgyu, hueningkai, and taehyun are up to their usual antics. jay and jungwon make up 💖 my lovely jaywon Bffs. sunoo, niki, and sunghoon are up to their usual antics x2. yeonjun and soobin being sweet. i think they’re my fav duo …. AND YES BY LITTLE VICTORIAN BOY OUTFITS I MEAN THE ONES FROM BORDER CARNIVAL😭 thank u for reading bc we are finally getting somewhere

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synopsis: after she turns 18, y/n’s parents arrange a competition for young suitors in her town to compete for her love, a family tradition that brought about her parents’ marriage. twelve men are selected, but who will win her heart?

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eliasbouchardslut · 9 months

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hiiiiii sry i just need to gush somewhere bc in LESS THAN A MONTH i'm seeing my best friend (and crush i think i plagued your inbox with that a few times oops) she's staying at my house for almost an entire week.... and i'm just. going to explode i think. i am SO nervous and excited i'm terrified it'll be awkward but also !!!!! trying to ignore that bc she's one of my favorite people in the whole world and I'M SEEING HER FOR THE FIRST TIME in YEARS of talking almost daily... and she's really excited too i think.... idk i had been going through some doubts about our friendship bc of mood swings but for now i'm finally. so secure like i truly truly can believe she's looking forward to it too and aaaaa i!! love her so much!!! anyway my anxiety levels are ridiculously high rn but i'm also soooo happy...... i think i'm going to die.... ok that's it how are u i hope your day is going well ❤️❤️❤️❤️

SWEETHEART IM SO EXCITED FOR YOU❣️❣️ trust me, meeting people for the first time always comes with that fear that it's gonna be awkward, but in my experience it usually isn't. it may take a couple hours to break the ice, but once you begin to associate the person in front of you with the messages you've shared it all comes together. IM SO HAPPY FOR YOU!!!!! please keep me updated angel and let me know how it goes!!!! i'll keep you in my heart and hope for the best❣️🥰

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loostssoul · 3 years

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if you kissed me - Rodrick Heffley | 1.9k

Yeah yeah i know i haven't written since a million years ago. and yeah yeah i know this is my first real fanfiction i posted on tumblr. fair warning, i'm not the best writer, i honestly just do this for fun and i'm totally up to criticism because i do want to make my writing better. if this is literally inaccurate, im sorry its been like 5 years since i've read the books. Anyway, I hope you enjoy this fluff-fest that I created in the span of a few hours.

paring: rodrick x reader genre: fluff. lots of fluff

Credits to the maker of the picture! 15 Days till the Contest | 9:42 PM, Saturday

Plick, plick, plick

My speakers were blasting so loud I almost didn’t hear the sound of pebbles hitting my window.

Plick, plick, plick

I rubbed my eyes and slammed my laptop shut, walking toward my bedroom window. Peering down, I saw a figure a few yards down from my second-story bedroom, looking back up at me. Dark brown, messy hair that stuck up around his face. A red and black flannel, black ripped jeans, and, (of course) a tee-shirt with “Loded Diper” clumsily written on it. A grin spread on his face as he saw my face come into his view, causing me to blush. Rodrick Heffley, Crossland High bad boy, and my boyfriend.

I unlocked the latch to my window and stuck my head out, taking in the cool air and letting the neighbors enjoy the music I was playing (they never did). I looked down.

“Y/N!” He whisper-yelled

“Evening, Heffley.”

“I need to tell you something!”

“What’s so important that you have to scratch my window instead of using the power of modern technology to call me?”

His mouth opened to give me a response, but nothing came out. I smirked, “Come on up.”

I opened the window wider as he climbed the trellis that lined the back of my house. I backed up to my door and locked it. Precautions, my parents liked Rodrick but they definitely wouldn’t approve of him in my room at night. I looked back and I saw him, every feature of him illuminated by the light of my room. His cheeky smile and chocolate brown eyes. He slowly closed the window and walked toward me, brushing a strand of hair out of my face. I still got butterflies whenever he touched me.

“Hey, Spiderman. What did ya climb in here to tell me?” I asked

“I got Loded Diper into a contest.”

My eyes widened, Loded Diper, my boyfriend’s rock band, wasn’t exactly known for being the best. It was mostly known for his mom’s insane dance moves during the Plainview Talent Show. But of course, i'll never say that in front of his face.

“You did?! That’s awesome Rodrick!”

“Yeah! It's a battle of the bands contest, we’re going against two other bands. I really think this is gonna be our big break!” His eyes sparkled in excitement.

His happiness was contagious, he was like a goddamn puppy. I pulled him into my arms. “I’m proud of you Rod.” I muttered and smiled into his collarbone. I felt him inhale the scent of my hair and twirl my locks around his fingers.

“Hey,” he said, breaking the hug. “I’m having practice tomorrow with the band, you wanna come?”

“Sure. I go to every practice anyway, why miss out on this one?” I shrugged.

He chuckled and looked at me. Really looked at me. That’s one of the reasons why I fell for him. It never seemed like it, but he paid attention. We’ve only been dating for 4 months, but he knew me like no one else did, and I knew that in the way he looked at me. I felt his hand cup my face, his thumb rubbing my cheek in small circles. I looked up at him, noticing how tall he was, how close he was. Was I the one who leaned in? Was he the one who leaned in? Did we just do it subconsciously? Did he want this? Was he ready? Was I ready?

The ringing of Rodrick’s phone filled the room. The daze we were trapped in was gone and we separated, our faces red. Rodrick picked up the phone, it was his mom.

“Yeah, mom? Mom...I’m in the middle of something. I’ll do laundry later, ok? Now? C’mon… Alright, fine. Bye.” He hung up. “Sorry, I gotta blast.”

“It’s fine, I’ll see you tomorrow?” I asked him as he started toward my window.

He looked back at me and planted a kiss on my forehead, the farthest we’ve ever gone with physical touch as a couple.

“Tomorrow”

~~✰✰✰~~

14 Days till the Contest | 1:22 PM, Saturday afternoon

“Should we take it from the top?”

Practice wasn’t going so well. I could feel the nervousness, the tension. Drums were slightly off beat, the guitarist’s fingers would fly to the wrong places on the fretboard, lyrics would go all over the place. The contest was two weeks away, and Loded Diper was already feeling the anxiousness. I sat on the floor of the garage, on top of a picnic blanket I found. To Rodrick’s dismay, his mom forced him to let Greg watch band practice, as a form of “brother-to-brother bonding time.” Greg sat next to me, mockingly covering his ears.

“Oh thank god, it's done.” Greg said with an immense amount of sarcasm and uncovering his ears.

Rodrick threw a crumpled-up piece of paper at his head, “Shut up.”

“Both of you, be nice.” I laughed. “I think you guys should take a break for a while, maybe shake off the nerves.”

“Good idea Y/N, 20 minute break everyone!” The lead singer said. Everyone spread out, grabbing a piece of pizza ordered earlier and laying down. Greg ran out of the garage, yelling, “I’m free!”

Rodrick stood up and began gulping down a bottle of water. He wore a black tanktop and black ripped jeans, sweat dripping down his forehead. I ran up behind him and wrapped my arms around his torso. He turned and faced me, running his hands through my hair, lost in thought.

“You ok, Rod?” I asked him.

He sighed, “nerves”

I leaned my head on his chest, “You’re gonna do great, you’ve done so many gigs in the past. Think of this as one of those!”

He smiled at me, “You know what would make me feel a lot less nervous?”

“Oh god. What?”

A really common thing Rodrick did was try to bargain a kiss on the lips from me. It's been an ongoing joke, a meaningless bit he did all the time. I’ll do my homework if you kissed me on the lips. I’ll smile in the picture if you kissed me on the lips. It still hasn’t worked.

“I might be less nervous if you kissed me on the lips.” He whispered to me.

I rolled my eyes, “If that’s what it takes then I think you’ll lose the competition.”

He let go of me and laughed, my favorite laugh. “Worth a try.” He shrugged, going off to join his bandmates and the pizza. But as I watched him smile and laugh with his friends, I lost myself. I thought about the previous night. The way we fit into each other, the closeness, the fact that was so close that I could see my reflection in his eyes.

Maybe I should just say yes.

~~✰✰✰~~

The Day of the Contest

For the past 2 weeks, Rodrick has given me the “kiss-bargain” joke 9 times. Every time, I deflected it with sarcastic remarks, and every time I regretted not agreeing.

I sat on the front steps of my porch, waiting for Rodrick to pick me up. I regretted the jean shorts and plain black tee-shirt I had on, as a cold breeze brushed my skin. I pulled my black leather jacket on, which I painted “Loded Diper” on the back in white paint. Then, I heard it. The echo of heavy metal turned to full blast, and… the faint sound of something big getting knocked over. Oh god, they’re here. The white van with “Loded Diper” written in huge words screeched to a halt in front of my house.

The window rolled down, revealing my boyfriend and his excited grin. “Get in.”

~~✰✰✰~~

30 minutes till Loded Diper preforms

It felt surreal to be backstage, and really exciting. Energy was flowing through the room, as all the other bands talked and played. The rest of the band members seemed excited, full of adrenaline. Except for Rodrick, he’s been nervous ever since soundcheck. His leg was bouncing,he twirled his drumsticks around, drumming them on random objects, and his eyes stared into nothing.

“Rodrick, you want me to do your eyeliner?”

“Huh?” He didn’t take his eyes away from the ground, his voice seemed far away.

I lifted a liquid eyeliner pen I had in my pocket, “Eyeliner. I just did mine, we can match!”

He lifted his head and noticed me. I had my eyeliner smudged, just like he always does during a gig. He grinned, “Yeah. Yeah sure.”

I’ve done his eyeliner many times in the past, and I loved doing it because I had to be as close to him as possible. So I hopped onto his lap, pressing myself close to him, trying to comfort him with my warmth.

“Close your eyes.” I ordered.

As I applied his eyeliner, I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. It was heavy, and fast. I’m pretty sure I would still hear it if I wasn’t as close to him as I was, even though the loud music blasting through the theatre.

“Done”

He opened his eyes, and butterflies flooded my stomach. We were close. Very close. Should I do it? Should I lean in?

Rodrick probably sensed my flustered-ness. He smirked, “Cat got your tongue?”

I rolled my eyes, blushing hard. “Shut up.” I said, playfully punching him.

~~✰✰✰~~

“5 Minutes until Loded Diper performs!” A man exclaimed to us.

Rodrick was as nervous as ever. We’ve been standing on the left wing of the stage, watching the other bands play. It felt like a bunch of Loded Diper copy-pastes. A bunch of high schoolers, weird names, very aggressive playing. But they were still pretty good. Rodrick was biting the nails of one of his hands and tapping his other hand on the wall behind him. I looked up at him and held his hand, stopping it from fidgeting. He smiled nervously.

Now or never Y/N…

“Hey, you said that if I kiss you, you won’t be as nervous. Right?”

He looked at me, wide eyed. He seemed to be trying to compute what I said.

I stood on tiptoe and put his face in my hands. It was that night all over again. Every detail of his face, of him was in full view. His eyes, his eyeliner, his scent, his lips. I leaned in.

His lips were soft against mine, but they were tense, flustered. I was terrified, It was the wrong place, the wrong time. Until I felt one hand in my hair, another on my waist, pulling me closer.

How long was the kiss? A few seconds? It felt like minutes, hours. Sparked ignited. Butterflies flew in my stomach. His scent was the only thing I smelled, his warmth was the only thing I felt. The music faded away. Everything faded away. It was just him and I. Until we broke apart, taking in deep breaths of each other. We wanted more, but Loded Diper was playing in a few seconds.

“Hey, Rodrick.”

“Yeah?”

“If you win I’ll kiss you again”

We both knew I would kiss him regardless.

I didn't edit this because editing is for wimps (just kidding be responsible and edit your work)

please like and reblog because it gives me serotonin and i need that

#rodrick x reader #rodrick heffley #diary of a wimpy kid #rodrick rules #diary of a wimpy kid rodrick #fanfiction #rodrick heffley x reader #doawk #devon bostick

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littlesniggy · 3 years

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Savior

Anon: IT‘S OPEN AGAIN! 🎉 im the Anon who asked for the Sakazuki request at the 100 followers event. Would you do a scenario where he takes female readers virginity ? I just can’t imagine him being the best choice for it but maybe you have a different take on it! Love your work so much and thank you!!! 💖

Sakazuki taking reader‘s virginity Anon here! I’d say maybe reader is not in a relationship with him but if you can’t come up with a scenario where this could be the case then can also be in a relationship. It’s up to you! Thank you so much !

Well...this is rather long and I apologize. I couldn't come up with a scenario where he would take reader's virginity without them being in a relationship except for this one. It has a lot of story in the beginning so feel free to skip to the dirty part if it's too long....anyways, I hope you like it and let me know!

Warning: 18+, nsfw, masturbation, superior x subordinate

Parining: Sakazuki x female reader

Word count: 4.1k

He had saved you when you were a child; kidnapped by pirates and to be sold off to god knows where. He, a Vice Admiral at the time, and his men caught the pirates off guard like a sudden storm, the outlaws not having anywhere to run. You watched him from afar, barking orders at his men and not paying you any attention. He scared you more than the pirates did, with his cold eyes and his unapproachable aura.

You joined the marines when you were old enough, wanting to stop piracy and the suffering pirates caused to innocent citizens. Oddly enough, Sakazuki became like a role model to you in his consequent behavior even though you had no interactions whatsoever. It was also no surprise to you when he was promoted to be an admiral. You admired him, wanting to climb the ranks like him and in the process became somewhat ruthless in your pursuit of pirates as well though not to the extend he was.

He came to the base you were stationed at, ordered by Sengoku to help catch the rising numbers of pirates sighted in this area. Apparently, he was not amused about it, thinking all of you had done a terrible job of letting this happen. First thing he did was give an angry speech to everyone, scolding you for the lack of effort in catching the pirates. The Vice Admiral’s got an even bigger scolding; everyone leaving the meeting room smaller than before.

You were called into his office a couple of days later. One of your superiors had recommended you to become Sakazuki’s assistant for the time he was here, not wanting to do it himself. You felt excited to be even thought of, wanting to see the admiral in action. So, you knocked on his door, waiting for him to call you in.

“Hello, Sir. I’m-“

“You’re late, marine.” His voice was harsh and annoyed, his eyes boring into yours, making you swallow. To say he was intimidating would’ve been an understatement – he was terrifying! You were taken back to more than ten years ago when you first saw him. You felt like a small child that did something wrong and was to be scolded by their parent.

“Sit down.” He ordered you, gesturing to the empty chair in front of the desk. You nodded, hurrying over and sitting down, not wanting to let him wait any longer. Your enthusiasm had dropped significantly; you weren’t even able to look him in the face, your hands fidgeting in your lap. You felt his eyes mustering you in irritation and it made you even more uncomfortable.

“I’ve heard you were the right one for the job but when I look at you I’m wondering what kind of marines work here when you’re the best they can offer as an assistant.” His words stabbed you like a knife in the heart. But he was right? The moment you entered the room you felt so nervous, not even a kid would take you seriously. Taking all your courage, you looked up and right at his face, feeling the need to look away immediately but pushing this urge away.

“Don’t you have anything to say, marine?” he got more irritated by your silence and you could understand; you were not making a good impression on him. “I’m sorry I was late, Sir. It won’t happen again.” You finally managed to say, trying to sound more confident than you actually felt. “That’s what to be expected of a marine. I don’t need any half-assed assistant who I can’t even rely on being punctual. Next time this happens you’ll be punished.” He said, meaning every word he said. You swallowed again, nodding at him. “Understood, Sir.”

From then on you spent a lot of time together. You were mostly ordered to run from A to B to collect reports or documents for him and being yelled at when you did the smallest mistakes. The first time you boarded a ship with Sakazuki, however, was the most exciting moment in your life so far. Over the last three weeks you’ve been his assistant for you have gotten used to him and somewhat could anticipate which mood he was in (most of the time not in a good one). Your admiration for him never really wavered; just the respect you had for this man grew even more.

“Y/n, is everything ready for departure?” he asked, standing at the bow of the marine ship, arms crossed in front of his chest. “Yes, Sir. Everything is set and we will leave any moment.” You informed him. Akainu simply nodded, turning around and walking towards a Vice Admiral, talking to him. While he was gone you were following your own train of thought. You never told him that he was the one who saved you and you doubted he actually remembered. You wouldn’t even know how to address it, never finding the right moment. You also doubted he actually cared enough to listen to what you had to tell him so you made the decision to not mention it at all. At least at the moment.

“The admiral wants the reports from today. Bring them to him.” Your Vice Admiral told you, handing you the reports his subordinates had written over the day. You nodded, making your way over to Sakazuki’s office. Cold wind blew inside the small room when you entered, closing the door behind you.

“Do you have the reports, Y/n?” he asked, not looking up from his desk. “Yes, Sir. They’re all here.” You replied, handing them over to your boss. He nodded, not acknowledging your presence any further. You were about to leave when his deep voice caught you off guard. “Have I told you to leave?” he asked, still not looking up. You were confused, stopping in your tracks. “No, Sir.”

“I want you to take a look at this an tell me if you find anything suspicious.” He said, holding a piece of paper up. You nodded, still confused but took it and sat on the other chair, starting to read. You felt his eyes on you, watching you while you read and it made you feel nervous. It was hard for you to concentrate, your eyes looking up at him from time to time, needing to find where you had left before and taking unnecessarily long. Of course, he noticed.

“Is there a reason why you stop reading all the time?” he wanted to know, a scowl on his face. “N-no, Sir. It’s just difficult to concentrate.” You mumbled, pressing your lips shut after realizing you said it out loud. The admiral raised an eyebrow. “And why is that?” he insisted. You shook your head, trying to let the topic drop. “It’s nothing, Sir.”

“I want to know why my assistant is getting distracted when I gave her an order. It must be something very important when it takes up your mind this much.” He narrowed his eyes and you knew you had to tell him something believable. But coming up with a lie was rather difficult with his intense stare so your only option was the truth. “I-it’s just a little distracting when you….look at me like this. It makes me feel nervous.” You admitted.

Sakazuki was silent for a moment, making the whole situation even more unnerving for you. Then he huffed, leaning back in his chair. You looked up at him again, his stare now even more intense than before and with a blush you lowered your gaze again. “If I make you nervous I suggest you get used to it.” He just said. “I guess so, Sir.” You mumbled, trying so hard to focus on the sheet in front of you.

Out of the corner of your eyes you saw him get up from his chair and walk around the small room, waiting for you to finish reading. You felt his presence behind you, your body tensing unconsciously. You imagined his eyes wandering over you back up to your neck, creating small goosebumps on your skin. You wondered what he was thinking about. Your mind all of a sudden went crazy, the most bizarre scenarios played in your head and you lost your focus completely.

Your face as beet red at the thought of him possibly considering you attractive, him thinking about seducing you, him thinking about touching you – all those thoughts and you didn’t know if they were actually true. Your mind was playing tricks on you; the time you’ve spent together apparently had you develop feelings towards this man behind you and you caught yourself more often than not imagining being intimate with him.

There was this one time where you accidentally saw him shirtless in his office, after he had spilled something on his shirt (he denied it of course) and was changing into a new one. That night you had your first wet dream about him but you tried to play it down, telling yourself it was just the close proximity you two were sharing that naturally made you feel sexually attracted to him. But it never stopped. Soon, you actively fanaticized about him and you felt ashamed about it.

“Are you done, Y/n?” he brought you back to reality and you slowly shook your head no. “I-I’m sorry, Sir. I don’t seem to be able to concentrate. I think I might be too tired.” You said, hoping he believed you. You didn’t dare to turn around and look at him but you put the paper down on the desk in front of you, showing him that you were being honest. Akainu huffed. You heard footsteps coming closer to you until you saw his shoes next to your chair.

You looked up at him unsettled, anticipating his scolding.

“You seem awfully tense around me the for the past week. Is there something you need to tell me? If not, I suggest you get over it and take your job seriously. I don’t need someone who gets distracted so easily.” You couldn’t possibly tell him that you were thinking about him being naked and between your legs!

“I just wanted to say how thankful I am for getting this opportunity serving under you, Sir.” God! This sounded wrong! What if he thinks I want to have sex with him? Well, technically I do but he mustn’t know!

Sakazuki didn’t know what was going on in your head but just nodded. You were sure he didn’t believe you but also knew you wouldn’t tell him. So, he left it at that. “If you can’t do a better job tomorrow, I will replace you.”

You were ordered to stay on the ship today for whatever reason. The admiral was probably still not pleased with your performance yesterday that he wanted to punish you for it since he kind of knew how much you wanted to fight. Besides you there were a handful of other marines still on the ship but it was quiet over all. You had the order to organize the various reports in his office.

When you couldn’t find one you were sure you had seen yesterday you looked for it in his entire office. When you still couldn’t find it you thought that he might’ve taken it with him last night to his room. You were not allowed to enter his room but maybe this was an exception? Plus, he wasn’t here yet and it probably wouldn’t take long. But when it was gone, he would know that someone was in his office. But maybe he wouldn’t be too mad…

Before you knew it you had opened his door (surprisingly it wasn’t locked) and stepped inside his room. It was dark and you needed to turn on the lamp. The dim light barely illuminated the room but you could see enough to find your way around. On the nightstand you saw them – the five missing reports. You hurried over and picked them up, you were almost out the door when a thought hit you. You stopped dead in your tracks and turned around, looking at his neatly made bed. It was huge.

You slowly walked back, stopping in front of it and contemplating with yourself. You should just leave and never come back here! But you really wanted to lay down in his bed – just once – and see how he was sleeping. Without thinking twice you laid down on his big bed on your stomach and pressed your face into his pillow, closing your eyes. It smelled like him; he had this distinct smell of musk and a hint of cologne that made your knees go weak every time you were close to him.

Unconsciously, you let your hand wander down and between your legs, pushing pat the restraints of your uniform pants and panties. You felt your sex getting wet the more you smelled the pillow, your finger starting to rub against your folds, spreading your slick on your cunt. You moaned into the pillow, imagining it being his hand stoking you, his weight pressing down on you and his hot breath tickling your neck.

Your fingers entered your core, moving in and out, imagining his thick dick taking you as he pressed your head into the pillow. Another moan, this time a little louder, when you entered a second finger, spreading them inside of you. You’ve never had sex but you liked to imagine what it would feel like. His dick going deeper and deeper, taking your virginity as he praised you how good you were making him feel.

You turned on your back, pulling down your pants, spreading your legs, and taking the pillow from under your head, pressing it to your face with one hand while the other one entered your core again, thrusting inside of you. Your mind was in a frenzy, now imagining how he would take you like this, his cold eyes looking down at you with this cold gaze. You shivered, your fingers thrusting in and out faster.

“What do you think you’re doing there, Y/n?” You stopped dead in your tracks, your body tensing at the sound of his voice. Why was he back yet? He wasn’t supposed to be back for at least another hour! You were frozen in place, not being able to move, not wanting to pull the pillow aside and look at the man that was standing in the room, watching you fuck yourself on your fingers in his bed.

“I asked you a question.” You could hear his footsteps coming closer and soon after the pillow on your face was being lifted, making you look at your superior. “Are you having fun?” he asked, his harsh eyes staring right at you. He’s gonna kill me! Your mind screamed. A huge lump had formed inside your throat, making it impossible for you to answer. He let the pillow fall next to you on the bed, his eyes not leaving your face.

“If you need to masturbate this badly, why don’t you do it in your own bed, Y/n?” You couldn’t reply, shock was written all over your face. His gaze now wandered down your body to where your fingers were still buried in your went cunt. You didn’t know what he was thinking, his face this unreadable mask. He didn’t sound mad but he didn’t sound pleased either. But maybe this was a good sign.

“Don’t you have to say anything to your defense? Nothing like ‘Oh, my bed is broken so I used yours, Sir’?” Your face turned red and you slowly pulled your fingers out, his eyes following the motion. “I…..” you started but didn’t know what to say. “I should throw you out just like this, making everybody see what you’ve been doing in here.” He mused.

“P-please, don’t do this.” You found your voice, horrified at the possibility of him going through with this thought. “And why shouldn’t I?”

“I-it was a mistake, Sir! I was just….I wasn’t thinking!” Akainu huffed and amusement, his eyes finding yours again. “Is that so. What made you think it was acceptable to masturbate in your superior’s bed? Does it give you some kind of kick?” You shook your head and were about to pull your pants up but his next words stopped you.

“Were you thinking about me while you fucked yourself on your fingers?” mortified, you looked at him. “Were you thinking about how it was me fucking you?” you didn’t know what to say, too horrified to answer. “What makes you think you could handle me, Y/n?” still, no answer.

Sakazuki tilted his head to the side, watching you in slight amusement. “Take the rest of your clothes off.” His order caught you off guard. “S-Sir?”

“Did you hear me stutter? I said, take the rest of your clothes off.” His tone was harsher, leaving no room to argue.

With shaky hands you sat up and unbuttoned your uniform blouse, revealing your bra which followed soon after. You weren’t sure what he wanted to do; maybe he would throw you out like this, completely naked and humiliated. But you weren’t prepared for what came next. The admiral unbuttoned his shirt as well, revealing his muscular chest and more of his tattoo. Your eyes grew wide in disbelief. What was going on.

“I take it if I fuck you now you’ll become more focused on your tasks again, right?” he asked while opening his pants, pulling out his still soft member. You were afraid of your eyes popping out at the sight, inching away from him by instinct. He kneeled down on the mattress, towering over you.

Your heart was hammering in your chest when he positioned himself between your legs, pulling you closer to him. His hand started stroking himself. You watched in amazement as his dick turned harder and harder until it laid heavy in his hand. “Let’s get it done and over with, shall we?” he made it sound like a transaction at a crowded supermarket where he just wanted to leave as soon as possible.

“W-wait! I…You…you shouldn’t…” but he pressed a hand over your mouth, shutting you up. “What I should and shouldn’t do is none of your concern.” He positioned himself at your wet entrance, sliding his dick over your folds, making you mewl in response. He took his hand away and put it right next to your head, kneeling over you completely. When he was about to enter you, you inched away, looking at him scared.

“P-please….be gentle….” You pressed out, realizing that his dick was way bigger than you had imagined. It would hurt, you were sure of it. Akainu pulled you closer again; you could feel his thick mushroom head at your entrance again. “Please…! I….I’ve never had….I’ve never done it before…” you stuttered, averting your eyes. The admiral’s eyes narrowed in response, looking your body up and down again.

He didn’t answer, you only felt his weight press against your entrance, his dick slowly but surely sliding inside your body. Your whole body tensed up, pain filling your core as he pushed further and further. You grabbed his arm next to your head with you hand, clawing at his skin in discomfort. “S-Sir! Please…give me some time!” you pleaded, eyes tightly shut.

You could hear his slightly uneven breathing and felt his big member slowly fill your up. The stretch was more than uncomfortable and your body tried to move away from him with every new inch he added. You felt a hand come up to your breasts, playing with them and squeezing them. You opened your eyes a little, looking up at his stern face. You looked down, seeing your hips raised to meet his dick, ass hanging in the air. You saw his dick not even buried half inside of you and it made your heart skip a beat in fear. This was never going to fit completely!

He pulled out a little before moving back in. “Ungh!” you gasped, your grip on his arm tightening at the feeling. He repeated the movement, each time pushing in a little further. His hand moved down from your breast and between your legs, finding your clit and circling it lazily with his thumb. You legs twitched at the feeling and you wanted to close your legs but he wouldn’t let you; his hips were in your way so you had to let him do.

“S-sir…..this feels kind of good…” you panted, trying to concentrate on his thumb on your clit. “Just because it’s your first time. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be this kind.” His words made your stomach tingle inside. So, he at least cared a little about you. Your legs slowly wrapped around his hips as good as possible and you pulled him a little closer, looking him in the eyes while you did it.

Sakazuki grinned a little, starting to pick up his pace. His thrusts became deeper and deeper, filling you out more and more. His thumb pressed down in your clit, adding a little bit of heat, making you moan out in pleasure. “S-sir!” you panted, grabbing at his wrist. “You want me to stop playing with you clit?” he asked, about to pull his hand away. “N-no! Please, keep doing this!” you begged, looking at him desperately. “Then let go of my wrist.” He replied.

You let your hand lay next to your head while the other one was still grabbing the arm right next to your head. Akainu’s thrusts became harder, the fabric of his pants scratching at the back of your thighs and his heavy balls slapping against your ass. He was filling you out all the way, your cunt pressed flush against his pelvis.

Your moans got louder, the uncomfortable feeling already pushed to the back of your head thanks to his thumb on your clit, adding heat from time to time. You saw your tits wiggle at his thrusts, you back arched when he hit a special sweet spot inside of you. The admiral groaned above you, slamming his dick inside of you without mercy.

He put his hand that was next to your head on your hip and hold you in place, panting heavily while he fucked you without any hesitation. Since you needed a new source of support to grab on you reached over your head to head of the bed, grabbing the the mattress and clawing your fingers into it.

Sakazuki closed his eyes, enjoying the feeling of your tight cunt squeezing him with every thrust, ready to milk him. He wasn’t sure if he would be able to make you cum, being it your first time but he was honestly more fixated on his own at the moment. His hips snapped back and forth, your moans filling his room your writhing body underneath his – it all was really appealing to the older male. He wouldn’t say it out loud but when he found you lying here on his bed with your legs spread he would’ve loved to take you at once but his self-control was stronger than his instincts.

“I…I think I’m gonna…I’m gonna cum, Sir!” you moaned, raising your hips more to meet his thrusts, your legs pressing him closer to you to feel him even deeper. He watched you trow your head back, your small body tensed underneath him before your muscles spasmed around his dick, clenching and unclenching as you came with a loud moan, your back arching, you tits bouncing a little.

The admiral huffed and groaned deeply, joining you in your orgasm soon after. Before he came he pulled out though, mind not clouded enough that he might forget it. His slick semen was covering your stomach, his hand stroking himself eagerly to let every drop of his seed come down on your body.

You were panting heavily, watching thick ribbons of cum cover your stomach. You reach out, collecting some of it on your finger and licking it up, tasting him on your tongue. It was salty and bitter, nothing like you expected but it was somewhat good nonetheless. You bit your lip at his stare, feeling so shameless and dirty to just taste his cum like some whore but you simply couldn’t help.

“Are you gonna be able to focus on your tasks from now on, Y/n?” he asked while he pulled out, inspecting the mess you two have made. Blushing you nodded shyly, pulling your legs to your body and closing them. “Good. We wouldn’t want this small incident to repeat itself, now would we?” you blushed even deeper at his smirk, knowing this probably wasn’t the last time. After all, this mission would take at least another month.

#one piece #op #op x reader #sakazuki #akainu #op sakazuki #sakazuki x reader #Akainu x reader #op imagine #op scenario #Akainu imagine #ns.fw #sm.ut #sorry not sorry

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inthewild-flowers · 3 years

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Hi!! I'm sending an ask!!! So. Two ideas competing for attention in my brain, so you can pick! I can ask you to take a Regency era prompt that explores class differences, including British Empire things (TM) (doesn't have to be a continuation of your fic!! It can be hcs!) OR. Ideas/feelings/notions with trans Remus (transmasc or nb) please?

Sorry these are both extremely broad and difficult 🤠 hope they get creative juices flowing?

thank u for sending an ask!! i’m still planning a continuation of that fic but it needs more thinking and research than i have time for rn so!! transmasc remus

honestly i don’t think that remus would know he was trans super early? he might have if not for the whole werewolf thing, but as it is i think he would have spent most of his childhood more focused on being a werewolf and worrying about that and hiding it and therefore would have pushed any gender and sexuality thoughts to the side

i do think that he would have figured it out at hogwarts. as a kid he was always fairly isolated but also allowed to do more or less what he wanted, but then at hogwarts he would have been very suddenly pushed into all this interaction with other people and also all the very gendered stuff that he was mostly able to avoid before — separate dorms for boys and girls, potentially different uniforms depending on how you think of the hogwarts uniforms (i personally don’t have any concrete ideas about them), teachers calling miss lupin — and at that point he can’t really keep on indefinitely ignoring his discomfort at being lumped in with the girls

he does make friends with the girls in his dorm; dorcas, marlene, mary, and emmeline. not lily. we’ll get there. anyway: they’re all nice and lovely and he loves them to bits and they love him and they’re all the best of friends, they really are. but he also sometimes gets the sense that he’s not quite like them somehow. (and maybe he doesn’t know this, but dorcas feels the same sometimes. nonbinary dorcas is a hill i am willing to die on)

he does have a not like other girls phase. it’s short lived, because his friends tell him he’s being shitty, and then he feels bad so he keeps it to himself. it’s also around then that he starts to think about why, exactly, he’s so determined to be not like other girls. he thinks about it mainly so that he’s able to not be awful to his friends, but it eventually leads to oh shit. wait is that a thing? can i be not a girl?

he spends a lot of time in the library after that, trying to find any evidence of people like him. it’s there that he finds lily, although she’s not lily yet, looking for the same thing, but different. she wants to know if she can be a girl.

it’s exciting for both of them, that moment of im not alone look you’re here too you’re like me!! they still don’t know if they can tell anyone, but they have each other now, and that’s something. they choose their names together. remus tells lily he’s a werewolf. she thinks his choice of name is hilarious. she tells him that she wants to be lily because her parents always wanted to name both their children after flowers, but it’s hard to find boy’s names that are also flowers. remus tells her it’s a beautiful name.

she also introduces him to the boys she shares a dorm with. remus already knows who they are, but he hasn’t talked to them much. he’s been too busy with other things to seek out friends he doesn’t share a room with. they’re lovely though, all of them. james, sirius, peter, frank. frank seems like the odd one out, but lily tells remus that he doesn’t mind. his friends are in other houses. the other three boys like remus immediately. the four of them spend all their time together, they become notorious, and remus loves them just as much as he loves his roommates, and he didn’t know he’d ever have this many friends, and he loves it.

he comes out to them, and to his roommates, after sirius approaches remus one day, looking nervous, and says that they read somewhere about they/them pronouns and that they’d like to use those. they look terrified, and remus hugs them and says he’s proud of them and says i’m sort of like that too, and that’s how he comes out. lily does as well, shortly after. then dorcas. one by one, they find out that nearly everyone in the group is queer. they all think it’s amazing and hilarious and fantastic.

for a few years, remus won’t wear skirts at all, won’t touch makeup unless it’s to help sirius, doesn’t want to risk being seen as a woman at all if he can help it. but then he graduates, moves out from home, moves in with his friends, and the more he is seen as a man, the more comfortable he becomes with the idea of femininity.

he thinks, and he talks to sirius, and he decides that he does like they/them pronouns, and starts using them alongside he/him. they let sirius do their makeup sometimes, he steals some of their clothes, or lily’s. they start to relax in their gender, because they can. because he feels more comfortable now than he ever has in his life, and they don’t really want to have to go to all the trouble of performing a whole gender anyway, when it’s so much easier to just exist. so that’s what he does. he exists

#fic rec #remus lupin #this was funnnnnn #:DD #it got a bit long and it’s a fic/hc hybrid but that’s okay <33 #anyway hope y’all enjoy it!! <3333

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ela-loomis · 3 years

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Hi, hi! Hope i don’t bother you, can i have a match up? I’m a female, 5’3, pansexual, INFP, gemini, 4w3. Im a rlly emotional and sensitive person, i tend to talk about my special interest A LOT, i have anxiety so when in comes to socialize with ppl in real life i get so nervous i still like to make friends tho! I’m impulsive, a big daydreamer and i make a lot of jokes (sometimes are sexual jokes). My special interest are horror movies, paranormal stuff and horror in general, my hobbies are drawing, listening to music and reading, i talk 2 languages (english and spanish) and i’m mexican. I have short dark brown hair, i tend to have a lot of small pimples, i’m not skinny but i’m not chubby either, my thighs are big and soft tho and i have tummy rolls. I’m open minded and rlly insecure about myself, my friends say i’m like a panda bear. <3

No bother at all, lovely!

I ship you with...

Jason Voorhees!

- Say goodbye to being insecure; you just got yourself the biggest, strongest cheerleader in the world! Jason loves every single inch of you and is only too happy to remind you of this any time you seem to be down on yourself.

- Seriously, he thinks you’re the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen, inside and out! Any flaw that you think you have, he adores. Besides, it’s what’s on the inside that counts most, anyway, and Jason just knows that your heart is made of gold 💛

- Jason is also quite sensitive, so the two of you might walk on eggshells for a little bit, trying not to make the other upset. But once you’re comfortable around each other, he’ll seek you out for cuddles any time something has upset him, and he’ll expect you to do the same. Cuddle time = best time.

- He could listen to you talk about your special interests for hours! He loves the way your eyes light up when you get excited as you’re talking, as well as how animated you get. You’ll have to hold in your laughter when he gets terrified as you start talking about paranormal things, despite being a paranormal being himself.

- He thinks you’re a genius because you speak two languages! At first he’ll have no idea what you’re saying, of course, but he’ll be surprisingly quick to recognize the Spanish words that you say, and before long he’ll be able to hand you whatever you’re asking for, do whatever you’ve asked him to, etc.

- If you tend to wander when you daydream, you’re going to have a massive shadow while doing so. Big baby is terrified that you’ll get hurt by something, or worse, that you’ll end up near the water :< should you get too close to the water for his liking, he’ll very gently grab your hand and lead you away.

- Watching you draw inspires Jason to draw! His lines are a bit squiggly, and he pressed down a bit too hard on the paper here and there, but the portrait of you that he hands over on your anniversary is adorable and full of love. No, really; he drew little hearts all around the edges of the paper 😭

- TL;DR you’re the light of Jason’s life as well as his muse and he adores you 💛

#reply #anonymous #slasher headcanons #slasher matchups #jason voorhees x reader

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oikawaplssteponme · 3 years

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PART 5 | previously: part 4 | masterlist

pairing: Katsuki Bakugou x fem! reader

rating/warnings: swearing, angst (?), mention of scars, implications of trauma

synopsis: When UA’s hot heads, Katsuki Bakugou and you, are forced to put your hatred for each other aside and plan the third year Prom, things end up getting a little heated...

a/n: ahh hiii!! im really happy with how this part turned out and i hope you all like it too!! [finally some softer Bakugou hehe] thank you for all the love on this, i really appreciate it you have no idea :))taglist is still open!✨ enjoy xx

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Five: scars

“No.”

“What do you mean no?”

“I’m not answering that. That’s way too personal,” huffed Bakugou. You sighed. Clearly getting to know Bakugou is easier said than done.

“Bakugou, I asked you what your favorite color is, not what you like to do in the shower dumbass,” you groaned. Bakugou crossed his arms.

��Still…”

“In all honesty I could probably guess it. Red right?” You suggested. Bakugou shook his head.

“No it’s, uh, it’s orange,” he whispered, “what’s yours?”

“(color),” you said. Bakugou nodded.

“Not surprised,” he smiled.

“Okay next question and this one I’m dying to know. Why do you want to be a hero?” You asked. Bakugou’s eyes widened.

“Why do I want to be a hero?” He repeated. You nodded.

“Yeah I mean you’re so driven, so what drives you?”

“Um it’s kinda stupid…”

“I’m sure it’s not,” you smiled. Bakugou looked down at the palms of his hands.

“I like to win and seeing someone like All Might when I was growing up and how he always won, well I wanted to be like him. Everyone loves heroes, that’s why we admire them. I guess I just want that too. Being a hero is just something I’ve always wanted. Sometimes you just know you want something, and that’s reason enough to pursue it,” he explained.

For maybe the first time, Bakugou’s voice was soft when he spoke to you. He looked almost vulnerable.

“That’s not stupid at all,” you whispered. Bakugou’s eyes grew. He cleared his throat.

“Yeah and because I’m the best so obviously I had to be a hero,” he said. You chucked.

“Sure you are Katsuki.”

“Okay well why do you want to be a hero?” He asked. Your heart dropped to your stomach.

“Oh uh that’s okay. Anyway, I’m asking the questions not you,” you protested.

“THAT'S NOT FAIR!” He gripped onto your wrist, “come on Y/N.”

You took a deep breath.

“When I was little, I didn’t have too many friends. I’m the only one in my family with a quirk so they never really knew what to do with me, let alone deal with a quirk like mine,” you began.

“Wait so your parents don’t have quirks?” You shook your head.

“Nope. We have this weird mutation in my family where it is way more common to not have a quirk. So you can imagine my parents' surprise when I had one. It’s kinda funny actually; the first time I used my quirk, I accidentally blew up my parents bedroom,” you confessed. Bakugou chuckled.

“I can relate to you on that note.”

“And so when school rolled around, all the other kids were pretty scared of me. None of the girls wanted to be friends with someone with a scary quirk and all the boys were too nervous to even talk to me. So I built up some pretty tough skin. In all honesty, I hate being alone or the feeling of being alone. So when I started to learn about heroes, I knew I wanted to be just like them. Everyone loves them and wants to be their friend. They are always there for everyone. So to answer your question, I want to be a hero so that maybe even one person could feel a little less alone, even if that person is me.”

Your face felt criminally warm. You never told anyone that before. For some reason, Bakugou was easy to talk to.

You looked up at Bakugou, your eyes felt a little foggy.

“And because I want to kick villain ass, obviously,” you joked to break the tension.

“You feel alone too?” whispered Katsuki. Your eyes widened.

“Yeah, being alone terrifies me. I’m not the best at keeping people too close either. I think I just force myself into this cycle of pushing and pulling people away, but it never works so I end up by myself,” you explained.

“I know how you feel…”

“You do?”

“Yeah dumbass. I don’t like getting help from people, even if I need it. I’m not very good at expressing myself anyway though…”

Your heart ached as you looked at Bakugou. Iida was right, the two of you might have more in common that you actually thought.

“I thought you liked being alone?” You questioned.

“I mean yeah, doesn’t everyone? There’s a fine line between being happy alone and being afraid alone. I guess I’m not too sure where that line is,” he explained.

“I’m not too sure either. I think you’ll need someone to fish you out if you start to go below the line and bring you back down to earth when you get too far above.”

“Maybe…I guess I’m still waiting for that someone.”

“Like when the League got you?” you blurted out. Bakugou’s eyes widened.

“WAIT UH I’M SORRY I SHOULDN'T HAVE-”

“Yeah exactly like that,” said Bakugou. You sighed.

“I bet you were pretty scared...I know I would’ve been,” you whispered.

“Yeah I was…”

Without thinking, you took Bakugou’s hands gently. He flinched at your touch.

“It’s okay…”

“Your hands are rough,” he admitted. You sighed.

“That’s what happens when I use my quirk without my gloves. As a kid I didn’t know that when I used my quirk my skin would burn up. So now I’ve got these nice scars all over my palms,” you explained. You took your hands back from Bakugou, rubbing them together.

“Sorry uh, I don’t know why I did that…” you mumbled out of embarrassment.

Bakugou slowly took your hands again. He flipped your palms up, and began to slowly trace along your scars.

“We’ve all got scars. Some of them are just easier to see than others.”

Bakugou continued to drag his finger along every line of your skin. He was gentle as he memorized every crack and bruise on your shaky hands. Before you even knew it, your eyes began to water.

“I hate my quirk,” you blurted out. Bakugou looked up at you.

“What?”

You sniffled.

“Some days I wish I was quirkless like the rest of my family. I’m such a pain and I ruin everything. How could anyone like someone with a quirk like mine?” you cried. Bakugou let out a long sigh.

“You’re so stupid,” he said. Your eyes widened.

“W-what?”

“Come on idiot, I don’t believe you for a second. I’ve seen you use your quirk. I’ve seen the way your stupid eyes light up everytime you throw one of your bonds. I’ve seen how excited you get when you get to fight someone, especially when it’s me. You’ve got a good quirk, I mean not as good as mine but still good. If you are really trying to tell me you hate your quirk, you are gonna need to do a better job at convincing me.”

He notices all that?

“As always you see right through me,” you sniffled.

“You may be a pain but I think I’d feel a little incomplete with you,” said Bakugou. Your eyes widened.

“Without you bothering me I mean, because I’m so used to it,” he clarified. You nodded.

“Same here. You know Bakugou, you’re not that scary.”

“I’m not?”

“Nope. You’re kinda like an angry, ANGRY, teddy bear,” you joked. Bakugou’s face turned pink.

“I AM NOT!”

You couldn’t help but laugh.

“See, exactly like that!”

“Whatever...” huffed Bakugou.

“You know what I think, Katsuki?”

“Please, enlighten me,” he said sarcastically.

“I think you just really need a hug.”

Bakugou’s face froze and he looked down.

“I don’t remember the last time I got a hug…” he mumbled. Your heart dropped. You looked to see that Bakugou was still holding your hands. His thumbs rubbed against your hands without him even realizing it. You scooched off of the table to stand, pulling Bakugou towards you.

“What are you doing?” He asked. You pulled him towards you again until he hopped off the table.

“Just trust me okay?” Bakugou stood in front of you and you slowly let go of his hands. You took a step forward and began to wrap your arms around his waist. He flinched.

“It’s okay…” you reassured him. Bakugou nodded. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your head on his broad chest. He just stood there.

“I’m sorry for everything…” you whispered.

You knew that you could never fully understand Bakugou, no one could. He had gone through more in his 3 years at UA than anyone. His scars might not be visible to the eye, but you could see them clearly. The thing is, you might have been the only person who could somewhat see the real Bakugou.

After those words left your lips, Bakugou hugged you back tightly. He clenched part of your shirt in his fist as he sobbed quietly. It was in that moment that Bakugou let out all that pent up pain, anger, fear, and emotion from the past 3 years.

The two of you probably stood there in silence for no more than a few minutes, but it felt like a blissful eternity. You didn’t want to let go of him and even if he wouldn’t admit it, Bakugou didn’t want you to let go either.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah?”

“You give shitty hugs,” he joked. You laughed and moved to look at Bakugou.

“Well what kind of enemy would I be if I gave you a good one?” You smiled. Bakugou let go of you and gave you a small smile.

“Uh I think I’m gonna head up to my room,” he said. You nodded.

“I think I’m gonna stay down here and get some work done,” you replied. Bakugou handed you the keys.

“Alright well uh, I’ll see you later dumbass.” Bakugou packed up his things and began to walk up the stairs.

“Katsuki?” You called. He faced you.

“What nerd?”

“Still hate me?”

Bakugou smirked.

“Damn right I do,” he said. You smiled.

“Good. Then the feeling is mutual.”

Bakugou left and you were now alone. You had this weird feeling in your stomach when he left. Like the feeling when you are on top of a roller coaster and it is about to drop. Like the feeling of when you're excited to see someone after a long time. Like the feeling of nervousness mixed with joy. You didn’t like this new feeling. You didn’t understand it.

So, you ignored it.

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midnightsnyx · 4 years

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Consequences - Matthew Tkachuk: part 4

summary: you absolutely hate Matthew Tkachuk so it’s just your luck when you wind up pregnant with his child.

a/n: i’ve been sooo excited to post this part because we’re finally getting some REAL drama. there are notes i wanna make but I don’t want to spoil what happens so maybe I’ll mention them in the notes for part 5 .Also if you didn’t see, i’ll be posting an update every sunday! let me know if you’d like to be tagged in a tag list. anyways, i hope you guys enjoy!! also im going to mention warnings in the story. i should’ve done it before but it didn’t cross my mind.

thank you all SO SO SO much for the lovely messages and love on this story so far!! you guys have no idea how much it means to me :)

warnings: a LOT of swearing, lil tiny bit of fluff and lots of angst (just the way i like it :))

word count: 2.2k

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Part 4

17 weeks

There are a few things that you’ve learned about Matthew Tkachuk since spending so much time with him.

He’s a terrible cook except when it comes to breakfast and he makes the best scrambled eggs you have ever eaten. He’s an early riser because there’s always a good morning text when you wake up and you try to play it off but it really does make you happy to wake up to them. It takes him at least half an hour to choose a movie so ninety percent of the time the two of you watch something, you end up picking it. He always eats all the popcorn without realizing and then apologizes and makes more for you, but he eats all that too.

He’s also a worrywart because whenever he’s on the road, he texts you multiple times a day to check in on you. His mom told you that he often messages her and asks how you are because you refuse to tell him the details about your morning dates with the toilet no matter how many times he asks (though they are not as often these days).

You’ve also learned that his ideas for a name are light years away from yours.

“Joey?”

You scrunch up your face at Matt’s suggestion and shake your head.

“Makes me think of this kid I knew when I was young. He was a dickhead.” You say. “What about Grayson?”

Matt shakes his head. “No. What about Cooper?”

“Like Bradley Cooper?” I ask dryly and he frowns.

“Well I didn’t think of that until now.” He says and then his eyes drop to your stomach which has become more noticeable, forcing you to start telling people. The two of you wanted to keep it as quiet as possible for as long as you could because you weren’t sure who could trust not to tell. But the two of you mutually agreed to tell family and friends when you were 15 weeks.

Matt is wanting to announce to fans now but you’re nervous about it, terrified of how some might react. It’s possible you can tell people the two of you had been quietly dating instead of telling them that the two of you drunkenly hooked up and you got knocked up. If they find out the truth however, you could face a lot of backlash.

So you’re terrified as fuck.

“Can I?” Matt asks, bringing you back to reality. You look at him and he gesturing to your bump. He never touches you without asking first and you’re grateful for it but there’s that small part in the back of your mind that wishes this was real, and the two were a couple who planned the pregnancy and he would touch your bump whenever he wanted to without fear of you reacting badly.

“Yeah, of course.” You say quietly, watching as he lays a hand on your stomach and his reaction is always the same - he looks at it in awe (you never notice when he looks at you like that much to his disappointment).

“How’re you feeling?” He asks for the fifth time since he came to your apartment. It makes you roll your eyes and laugh.

“I feel the exact same as when you asked me an hour ago.” You tell him, still watching as he rubs his thumb in small circles on your stomach. It tickles a little but you don’t want to tell him to stop. Besides, it’s unfairly cute when he starts whispering things to the baby.

When he read that at week 17, the baby can start to hear things, he wouldn’t shut up. You swore that he spoke to your stomach more than he did to you but you were oddly okay with it because you’re still getting used to seeing this side of Matthew.

The gentle, caring part that must have been buried down deep. So you’re enjoying every minute of it.

You still like getting under his skin sometimes so a thought pops in to your head and it makes you smirk.

“Hey, what do you think about the name Zack?” You tease and the look Matt gives you could kill.

Needless to say, he didn’t speak to you for the rest of the night.

. . .

19 weeks

He promised he would be here.

He promised.

You stare at the front doors of the clinic and every minute that passes makes you want to throw up and it has absolutely nothing to do with morning sickness. You want to throw up because Matthew isn’t here and it’s your second ultrasound and he promised that although he went out drinking last night with some friends, he would show up to your ultrasound at 8 o’clock in the morning.

You also feel sick thinking about the picture you saw of Matt last night with some girl all over him.

Anger was the first thing you felt when you saw the picture. You were absolutely furious. But that’s when confusion set in because you didn’t understand why you were so mad. It’s not like you and Matt are dating so you couldn’t understand your reaction to seeing him with another girl. You suppose it’s because you’re so used to being one of the only things that are important in his life right now that it hurt seeing him with a random girl from the bar.

So you did your best to put that in the back of your mind and focus on this ultrasound but when he didn’t pick you up at your apartment when he said he would, you drove yourself because you would be late if you were to wait any longer.

You thought maybe he was hungover and running late, or maybe he forgot that he was supposed to pick you up so you expected him to be waiting at the clinic.

But he isn’t. And he fucking promised you that he would be here.

The door opens and your heart leaps but it’s not Matt, it’s a couple who look happy and it breaks your heart wondering if that’s how you and Matt looked when you came in for your first ultrasound.

“Y/N?” The receptionist calls and you can see the pity in her eyes and you hate it but she probably sees this all the time so you try not to take it personally.

“The doctor is ready for you, hun.”

You look at the doors one last time before you force a smile and follow her in to the exam room.

. . .

Matt rushes into the clinic, ignoring the strange looks he’s getting and runs straight towards the front desk. The receptionist gives him a flat glare that’s definitely unprofessional but he knows he deserves it.

“I slept in.”

“Clearly.” She says dryly and he has to force himself to stay calm because he knows causing a scene would do more harm than good.

“Can I go in?”

She purses her lips like she’s considering it but shakes her head. “I can’t. It’s against regulation.”

“Regulation?” Matt exclaims, “Are you joking? She’s expecting me to be in there! I promised her!”

“I understand that but I can’t break the rules because you slept in. I’m going to have to ask you to sit down or step outside.” She says firmly.

Matt scrubs his hands over his face and takes a deep breath before storming out the doors. His eyes scan the parking lot until he finds Y/N’s car and walks there to wait for her. He’s dreading seeing the disappointment in her eyes, knowing it will make him feel like shit.

It’s only five minutes before Y/N walks out of the clinic and she looks happy but when she sees him, her expression goes stone cold. He can see her jaw clench and she walks slowly towards him.

“Move.” She says lowly and Matt realizes that he’s leaning against the drivers door of her car. He should listen and move, but he needs to find a way to explain why he wasn’t there even though he knows that no explanation will be enough.

“I’m so sorry, Y/N. I-”

“I don’t want your shitty excuses Matthew.” She snaps. “Get out of my way.”

“Listen-”

“I said, move!” She shouts, gaining the attention of some pedestrians nearby. They look a little concerned and he tries to give them a somewhat reassuring smile but he knows that if Y/N doesn’t calm down, there will be trouble.

“Please just hear me out.” He begs and she laughs dryly.

“Let me guess… you slept in?”

“I-”

“Did that hot blonde keep you up all night?” She bites out and Matthew’s eyes widen. How did she-

“God, I hope our child never googles your name and looks at pictures because he’ll see what a lying asshole his father is.”

Matt would normally be a little insulted by her words but he feels like he’s been punched in the stomach when he hears the word he.

“It’s a boy?”

“Yeah,” Y/N snaps, shoving something in his hands. “Surprise! You’d know if you didn’t miss the appointment because you went out and got wasted and took some girl home.”

He’s in enough shock from the news that Y/N is able to push him out of the way.

“Go home and don’t even think about showing up at my apartment.” She says, opening the door of her car and giving him one last glare. “And cover up that hickey, you’re not a fucking teenager.”

Matt is still standing in the same spot, staring at the sonogram Y/N threw at him when she drives away.

. . .

“I can punch him?” Johnny offers. “I still haven’t gotten the chance.”

You sniffle and shake your head, accepting the warm cup of hot chocolate Becca hands you. She sits on the couch beside you and rubs your back gently. It’s nice, but it just reminds you of Matt.

You miss the look that Becca gives Johnny but notice when he quietly leaves the room.

“Can I ask you something?” She questions softly.

You shrug, feeling too tired and numb to give a verbal answer.

“I understand why you’re angry that he didn’t show up to the ultrasound, and you have every right to.” She hesitates but continues when you look at her. “But you’re upset about that girl. Why?”

It’s a valid question because you’re still trying to figure that out yourself. Why did you get so upset that he slept with that girl? You’re not dating but it still felt like he cheated on you and you can’t understand why.

So you shrug again and Becca sighs softly.

“I think I know why.”

“Why?” You finally mumble.

“You like him.” She says and you scoff, laughing dryly.

“Quite the opposite, actually. I hate him.”

She shakes her head. “Y/N, I haven’t heard you say you hate him in months. You’ve been talking about how great he actually is.”

“Clearly I was wrong.” You say, wanting to deny her words that might have truth to them.

Were your feelings for Matt starting to change? You admit that you started to realize that he wasn’t as bad as you were making him out to be. Yes, he was an asshole and a pest quite frequently but you also got to see the side of him that you guessed only his family and close friends got to see.

You thought he was going to be someone you could trust and rely on but last night and today proved you wrong.

“I’m tired, Becca.” You say, wanting to get out of this conversation. She smiles softy and hugs you before you go to get ready for bed.

Once you’re finally in bed, you turn your phone on that you had turned off when you got home.

There’s eleven missed calls and a bunch of texts from Matt. You only read the last one.

Matty: I am so sorry. I swear I never meant to hurt you.

You stare at the text before turning your phone off again and closing your eyes, trying to forget Matthew Tkachuk even exists.

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willowistic22 · 3 years

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Red (Redfinch)

Despite their breakup, Albert still wanted to go see Finch perform in one of his concerts when Race asked him if he wanted to come. This is the perfect chance for them to talk things out again but words aren’t cooperating for either of them. With that, Finch decides to triy a different form of communication.

Words : 5233

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Warnings : Alcohol, cursing, cigarettes, angst in general

A/N : Woah that’s a crazy word count uhh,,,, hi i’m back with another fic. Another redfinch and for that we stan lol (well idk maybe yall are annoyed by all these redfinch fics but yknow what? i’m thriving off of it) But fr I’ll eventually get into writing other ships but for now have one more redfinch combined with another tswift songs (as you do) this time with Red. Wow we are so surprised who would have thought of redfinch being associated with the song red no we aren’t surprise :D This one specifically exists in my bandsies au. you don’t need to read that first to understand this (i think?) but it wouldn’t hurt if you checked that out as well:) Tbh i can’t decide whether i love it or hate it but at least i like it enough to post it. N ee wayysss enjoy!!

His brain is screaming about how much Albert shouldn’t be doing this. Comprising a list of cons that goes on forever. And although he thinks all of the cons his brain had written is logical, that one pro his heart wrote beside the long list was all it took for Al to say yes. All the cons will be worth suffering through if he finally gets to see Finch again. And maybe it’s for the better since he’s not doing well by distancing himself from the boy.

Unfortunately, the world isn’t black and white. Meaning that even if he did choose to follow what his heart wants, all the horrible feelings will still be there. And with every step he takes, inching closer to the entrance of the building, he’s getting even more terrified by the second. Thankfully, the line for the entrance is going pretty slow which gives time for Albert to calm down.

But it’s not helping. The line is crowded and full of fans, talking excitedly about the band’s awaiting concert inside. For some odd reason, he can only hear the conversations between fans that contain one specific name. He doesn’t hear anyone mentioning Romeo, Elmer, or Jojo’s name. Not even Crutchie, who he’s been told to be the fans’ favorite. Just the name Finch, being repeated all around him. With adoration and excitement lacing the name. The line is delaying the inevitable and the people around him makes him a bit overwhelmed.

“We can still turn around if you want. I’m sure they’ll find a way to give us a refund”

If he’s actually being honest, it was his best friend that got him to come. Race returned to their shared apartment a few weeks ago and rushed to ask Albert if he wanted to go see their friends performing tonight. Race knows about Al and Finch’s break up but it’s worth asking him first. And to his surprise, he said yes.

“No, it’s fine” Albert replied, “I’m fine”

“You’re picking your pimples right now”

“So?”

“It’s one of your nervous habits”

That piece of information really caught Al off guard. He didn’t think a tiny random fact about himself would actually corner him the way Race is doing now. Eyeing Albert through his glasses and raising his eyebrows despite his forehead being mostly covered by his beanie.

“Well… I-” Albert tried to come up with bullshit as fast as he could, “I like to do it on purpose too, alright?! My fingers just... get a little itchy!”

He slowly puts his hands down from previously reaching up to pick his face. And the line is still going slow, one step at a time. It’s not doing any favors for Al.

“Dude, it’s alright if you’re not ready to see him” Race continued, “It takes time, I get it”

“Race, I’ll be fine! How many more times do I have to tell you?” Albert argued, which finally made Race back down. And to make sure it’s no longer gonna be brought up, Al changes the subject, “By the way, where’s Specs and Mike? You said they’re watching too”

“They’re already backstage with the others for... obvious reasons” Race answered casually, catching on to Albert's intentions to change the subject. “So is Kath, by the way. We’ll meet her in there though”

To that, Albert simply nods. His jittery movements turn into rocking his body on the ball of his feet while digging his lips with his teeth. Race tries to pretend he doesn’t notice, but he does. Albert knows he does. Although he’s glad he’s not bringing it up because it might make it worse.

He’d be lucky to know that he’s not the only one panicking over this. In the dressing room, an aggravated Finch throws his phone to the cushion of the couch after sending the last text to his friend Race. It sounds unlawful for Race to be ‘secretly updating’ Finch on how Albert is actually doing because it’s obviously something Albert doesn’t want to directly tell his ex.

Finch groans, placing his elbow on his armchair to support his head. The room is spinning in his view and he wishes it all to stop. Taking deep and long breaths to stabilize his shaky limbs. A little prayer starts playing in his heart, it follows the tempo of his fast heartbeat.

“He’s here, isn’t he?”

Finch opens his eyes and looks up to meet his bandmate sitting on the couch across from him. He hadn’t even been talking for a good hour because he’s too fixated with the first text Race sent him when he and Al first started making their way to the concert.

“Yeah, he’s in line” Finch replied, looking up to the blond boy who’s holding his bass.

“How are they not being mobbed?” Another voice rang. This time it’s not coming from one of Finch’s bandmates. It’s coming from Race and Albert’s bandmate, sitting next to the shortest member of Finch’s band on the couch.

Specs only ask that because their two bands have a long connecting history and their fanbase tends to be sort of the same in a way. With Specs dating Romeo and Mike dating Jojo, Race and Albert are bound to be recognized and mobbed by at least a few fans. Especially seeing that Albert is Finch’s former lover, although the fans know that as a rumor since the two never publicly addressed it.

“I’m assuming they’re wearing a lot of shit to cover their faces” Another answered, the other VIP of the show alongside Specs, Mike. He’s twirling his drink in his hand while the other keeps Jojo cuddled close to him, “I mean, Al’s head is really fucking bright!”

With the mention of that specific name, Finch sulks back in his armchair with a groan. He covers his face with his hands, hoping it’d make the world just stop for one second. He could hear a loud clean slap echoing the room, followed by overlaps of whispered scolding. If he had to guess, it was Mike who was the one getting slapped and scolded.

“This is a disaster…” Finch exclaimed to himself, still not lifting his face up.

“It doesn’t have to be unless you make it like that” this time a feminine voice spoke up. A voice he recognized to belong to Kath.

Finch hears footsteps approaching him. He feels the motion of someone softly kneeling down in front of him. His hands were gently pried open and he was met with Kath’s friendly smile.

“It takes time, but you gotta trust the process”

It’s not necessarily the words he needed to hear right now, but it still warms his heart to hear his friend still being there for him despite the sticky situation he has gotten them into.

Everything would’ve been just fine if Finch hadn’t been so pushy and upset over Albert’s decision. He was the one that decided to put his music career on hold to go get that engineering degree, which frankly seems pretty useless. Finch was so dirty for pulling the ‘you’re being selfish’ card at him when it’s not even his band at all. Race, Specs, Mike, Ike, and even their manager Denton were very supportive about his decision to get that degree. Heck, all their friends were! But not Finch. His boyfriend at the time. He argued like he secretly knew how the others felt about Al leaving when really there aren’t any secret feelings for him to know. All his arguments came from his own feelings.

However, he knows Albert’s ‘own decision’ was secretly coated by his father’s persuasive words. The whole ‘just in case the music career doesn’t work out’ argument was basically the copy and pasted words from his father. They both know it. Despite the arguments, it still seemed that Al was determined to fully focus on college anyways. Instead of following his fellow musician friends’ college path by getting a degree in the non-lecture-hall way, he followed his father’s words and actually attended his college classes in a proper campus.

In the moment, Finch was just too focused on Albert leaving. Maybe he was the one being selfish. He had only realize now that most of his arguments were because he didn’t want Albert to go. It’s too late now, since the last time they saw each other was when Al slammed the door of their apartment one last time with all his stuff and a plane ticket to Seattle. At that point, Finch was finally tired of all the arguing and told him that if this was his plan then he’s on his own.

The tears that came after were filled with sorrow and regret. Sorrowful because he missed him. Regretful because he only realized then that there was no valid reason for Finch to lash out in the first place other than for his own needs. The feeling is still present to this moment. And it’s currently the strongest right before a show because he knows he’s gonna be in the crowd.

“Look, we’ll let ya drown out your feelings with some booze later” Crutchie finally said, “But right now we got a show”

The band was all getting up from where they were seated, bringing whatever they needed to the stage. Crutchie gets some help from Jojo to bring his Bass till he properly sits on the stool on stage. But Finch stays perfectly still, holding Kath’s hand as if his life depends on it.

“I know I should talk to ‘im, Kath” Finch finally said, slowly joining the others in standing up. Kathrine follows along, eyes still fixed to her friend, “But… I can’t. I wouldn’t know what to say to him”

“Then don’t talk” Mike suddenly inserts himself in their little conversation. He gets up and approaches the two, “Sing him the new single”

“You’re fucking insane, Mike!” Katherine instantly snapped.

“Alright, your mouth will be legally sealed shut till the end of the concert” Specs joins them only to drag Mike away. There were some protests from the boy, but it was totally shut down by everyone else in the room.

“No, wait. He’s got a point” Finch suddenly exclaimed, which quickly got the whole room to freeze in time.

He looks at his bandmates, all standing by the doorway ready to kill the concert. A half confident smile appears on his face and he says, “Let’s sing that single”

The concert is held in a bar like-venue with multiple floors, slowly being filled to the brim by excited fans. Their excitement bounces off the walls of the venue, creating an ecstatic kind of environment despite the tight space. The concert is going to start any minute now and while the fans surrounding him are shaking in excitement, Albert is shaking in a nervous fit.

“Still okay there, Al?”

Albert looked to his side, seeing his good friend Kathrine looking up to meet his eyes with concern. She had just joined the boys in the midst of the crowd after hanging out behind the stage with the band.

“What? Yeah, I’m okay” He replied, “What makes you think I’m not?”

“You’re squeezing my hand a little too tight”

Al had only realized he’s been holding Kath’s hand just now. His brain was too focused on his fears about meeting Finch again to the point that he hasn’t been paying attention to his surroundings. He gets bashful all of a sudden, cheeks going a bit warm, harshly pulling away from her grasp.

“It’s okay, you can hold my hand if you want,” Katherine said gently.

“Kath, I’m fine!” Albert said, “Why won’t you and Race believe me?”

“Because we know it’s utter bullshit”

The pair looked back towards the crowd behind them where the familiar voice originated from. There, Race struggles through a sea of people with two drinks in hand. Oddly enough, he still seems to stand the heat despite still wearing his face disguise. A white cotton mask, black-framed glasses, and a grey beanie mostly providing cover for his blond curls. While Al, seeing that the venue is pretty dark and speculations has led him to believe that the fans would be focused on the concert rather than the people attending it, had already put away his mask. However, his fears still made him wear his snapback and grey-framed glasses just in case.

Albert takes his rightful drink, and with a free hand, Race takes off his own mask and stuffs it in his pockets. He complains about the stuffiness from wearing the mask all while doing so, which made Kath laugh. It appears the Albert-scolding has been forgotten for the time being, as Kath and Race starts engaging in their own conversation, which Al doesn’t mind because he’d much like to down his beer quickly.

And then the concert finally starts.

An exciting intro starts playing as the band enters the stage. The wild crowd welcoming the band is deafening to Albert’s ear. Time freezes and everything in between fades away. All he sees is Finch, up on stage wearing a smile brighter than the lighting of the venue itself. He’s using his old dark green guitar. The same one he uses when he’s writing songs in bed or when he just feels like strumming the strings. Albert remembers the memoirs of all the guitar string scars he had earned throughout the years of knowing him. Some of them were even caused by Albert himself.

Lucky that Finch hasn’t noticed Albert has been staring at him the whole time. He hasn’t taken his eyes off of the boy since the start of the first song, shimmering under the spotlight with amazing vocals. Laughing about at his fellow bandmates’ antics on stage. Oh, that laugh. It gives him butterflies in his stomach like it was the first time hearing it.

He can feel two pairs of familiar eyes on him. But he’s too far gone to care. Albert really did make a big mistake for letting Finch go that easy. Because at the end of his previous college days, he still loves him and misses him dearly. His little Finchy. It doesn’t matter to Al anymore if Race and Katherine are eyeing him with sorrow or the whole world were to look at him weirdly for fixating his own eyes towards the beautiful boy on stage. He was his beautiful boy. Good lord, does he long to see the days when he got to call Finch his.

“Holy shit, I fucked up” Albert muttered under his breath, only Kath and Race could hear it, “I should’ve never had left”

His friends were definitely not expecting Albert to verbally exclaim his regret. They already knew from the start despite the redhead’s previous denials. But hearing him say it just makes it all more real. Even Albert himself was hit by a truck of reality just by loudly announcing it.

“Well, now you know” Katherine started, gentle voice on the same volume as his own despite the volume of their current surroundings being incredibly loud, “Go tell him that after the show”

“I can’t. I shouldn’t” Albert replied, fully turning away from the stage to properly look at his friends. A glint of sorrow and desperation flashes before his face, “I might make things worse!”

“Well, you’ll never know till you try” Race said, sounding a little hesitant at the start. He offered a warm smile at his friend and a hand on his shoulder, since there isn’t much he could do in the moment.

With a heavy sigh, Albert turns back towards the stage only to witness the biggest surprise of his life. Finch looked back. Straight into Albert’s eyes, it pierced right through to get his heart thumping loudly in his ears. He just realized the song the band was previously playing had ended and they were waiting for the fans to quiet down. While Romeo playfully over-dramatize his thank you’s to the crowd and gets scolded by Elmer and Crutchie, Finch was continuously staring at Albert. The hands that were previously used to play with his guitar hang idly because his center of attention wasn’t at his instrument right now.

It might just be some form of hallucination Al retained from the high, but Finch seemed to be smiling at him a little. Just a little curve at the end of his lips while he’s still staring back.

Albert doesn’t know how to interpret this other than to just stare back. Deep down, his heart is flipping in all kinds of ways and his thought process is no longer comprehensible. He’s trying to read the other boy’s emotions but it’s too neutral to tell. Other than the fact that he’s smiling a little at him but that still doesn’t give him a proper answer.

Eventually Finch becomes the first one to look away, seeing that the audience had settled down for the band. Albert’s eyes were still glued to Finch, retaining his focus back to the concert. He opens his mouth for a moment to say something into his microphone, although he unexpectedly stopped. The flow of words seemed to cut short. He saved himself by pulling himself away from the microphone up front and towards the rest of his bandmates. Judging from the body language, they seem to be whispering.

“What’s happening?” Albert whispered, more to himself rather than to his friends.

“I’m not sure…” Race replied, taking a step closer to where Al is standing.

The band kept the discussion short and quickly got back to their places. Finch seems to hesitate the second time he opens his mouth to speak. But this time, he gets the words out.

“Uhh… sorry ‘bout that. I uhh… I just got the urge to go a bit out of our fixed setlist and uhh… hope you guys don’t mind” Finch explained with a little giggle at the end. The crowd couldn’t care less and cheered on. Finch smile widens at the agreement, “We thought we’d give ya an early access to our newest single that hasn’t been released yet”

A euphoric feeling passed through the crowd as the cheering got louder. It baffled Finch so much that he laughed into his mic.

“Oh my god, they’re actually doing it” Katherine commented under her breath.

But Al’s ears were sharp enough to catch it. He snaps his head around to face the girl behind him, “Do what?”

Katherine was rendered speechless to that question, despite obviously knowing what’s going on. Albert turns to Race but he has no idea. He finally turns back to the stage where Finch’s gaze was already waiting to be returned by Al himself.

Without breaking the gaze, Finch speaks into the mic with a little smile, “It’s called ‘Red’”

It was Albert’s turn to be speechless. He had no knowledge of a new single since he’s mostly been staying away from his ex’s social media for the sole purpose of moving on, which he had failed miserably. And none of his friends had told him anything about a single that’s title was a secret language only Finch and Albert share, littered with all sorts of vintage romance.

“Holy shit…” Race exclaimed, “...I had no idea they were gonna play this song”

The opening of the song starts with Jojo lightly plucking a few strings of his acoustic guitar. The crowd goes wild once again, energy bouncing off one wall to the other.

“Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street

Faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly”

Crutchie sang the first line smoothly. At this point the other’s had joined in with their instrument. Finch fully ignoring the crowd and focused on looking at Al. Those blue eyes are trying to send a message to Albert and it’s being coded with the song they’re currently playing.

The song had carried on till it reached the chorus. All the instruments peaked at that moment and collaborated with each other to create a very euphoric sound. The crowd jumps along to the beat of the song along with a loud cheering, obviously enjoying the tune they have yet to listen to. Some were holding up cameras to capture this moment, most likely to later share it with the fans that didn’t get the chance to witness it live.

At this point, Finch had turned his face away from Al. There was a troubling look in his expression but it was quickly covered by closing his eyes as if he’s trying to concentrate on singing the chorus with the others. But Al is no fool. He knows that look on Finch’s face is when he’s trying to avoid something, and that something is him.

“Losing him was blue, like I'd never known

Missing him was dark gray, all alone

Forgetting him was like trying to know

Somebody you never met

But loving him was red”

The words moved something in Al. It was written in a way Albert recognized it to be Finch’s writing style. Every single part of the song. From the melody, the chord progression, even the lyrics. Especially the lyrics.

“Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword

And realizing there's no right answer

Regretting him was like wishing you never found out

That love could be that strong”

As Finch harmonized that line with Jojo, he stole a little sad side glance at Albert. The song returns to the chorus once again, Finch gets dragged with the beat and lightly moves his body along.

Albert gets captivated along with the music. He can feel the corner of his lips slightly rising up, which is pretty ironic seeing that Finch is singing a breakup song about them. Maybe because he’s relieved to hear Finch sing about how he’s not fully over him. Or maybe it’s because he gets to see Finch embracing the break up, which could potentially mean that he’s okay with it. But whatever it is, he’s happy seeing Finch like this. Or just seeing him in general.

“Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes

Tell myself it's time now gotta let go

But moving on from him is impossible

When I still see it all in my head”

The chord progression’s pattern slightly changed. Finch sings his line into the microphone, closing his eyes as if to soak up all the intoxicating energy he gets from the crowd. Of people flailing their hands into the sky and a loud chorus of undecipherable shouting. But at the last line, he steals a proper glance back at Albert.

“In burning red”

The lyrics really says it all. There’s no more hidden message that Albert needs to decipher, as it's being presented right in front of him.

Finch takes over the next part of the song, shredding his guitar which makes the crowd go wild. At the moment, it looks like he’s feeling himself. Moving along with the motion of his fingers that creates each note.

“Oh, losing him was blue, like I'd never known

Missing him was dark gray, all alone

Forgetting him was like trying to know

Somebody you never met

'Cause loving him was red”

The song is supposed to be a punch to Albert’s guts, and yet he finds himself laughing at it. He catches a glimpse of Finch’s eyes, sneaking its way to look back at Albert every so often. And this time, he wears a smile while jumping along to the song. And it made Al smile back.

“His love was like driving a new Maserati down a dead end street”

As the song ended, the fans went wild. The look on Finch’s face seems satisfied at the success of the single they have yet been released to the world, shining at the sight of a hype crowd. He steals one last glance at Albert with a little smile on his face. Albert would dare to say he’s being a bit shy. To that, Albert smiles back with a disbelief laugh escaping his lips before Finch pulls his gaze away from the other boy.

After playing a few more songs, the concert ended. There was only one thing in Albert’s mind, which was talking to Finch. Race and Albert quickly put their disguise back on before the crowd had realized who they were as they exited the venue. The three stay behind as the venue gets emptied, Race and Katherine making quick work with their fingers on their phones to contact their friends backstage.

Jojo was the first to respond to either of them. He said that Finch is smoking behind the venue alone. One could only assume that he’s not in his best state after spontaneously choosing to sing that single. But Jojo assured them that he’s still good to talk to. Crutchie then responded, saying that Specs and Mike can pick them up to get them into the backstage.

It didn’t take them long, but Albert wasn’t keen on seeing the others right now. After being pointed towards the back door, Albert was already off. Adrenaline coursing through his veins as he makes quick steps towards it.

He gently opens the door, to avoid surprising the boy in case he was nearby. Albert steps out to a parking lot, open-spaced with another parking lot above it as its roof. At a first glance it was completely empty, only a few lights turned on to keep the area lit. His eyes gandered even further and spotted the boy he was looking for, back facing Al and his body leaning on metal bars as he enjoyed the nightlife of the city.

Albert took a deep breath to calm his adrenaline, slowing down his walking pace. The area is eerily quiet. Only a few things that can be heard: his footsteps, his thumping heart, and the sounds coming from the streets three stories below them. With every step closer, he slowly unraveled his makeshift disguise. Shoving his mask and glasses in the pockets of his jeans but left the snapback on.

“‘Loving him was red’” Albert said to catch Finch’s attention, “Did you mean it to be that obvious?”

Finch didn’t fully turn his head around, only halfway so Al can see the little grin of amusement forming on his face. A little chuckle escaped his lips, causing his chest to pulse along before he continued, “Not really. But it has a nice ring to it”

Albert takes a few steps closer towards the metal bars, leaning his body on it like what Finch is doing. Now he can clearly see the half burnt cigarette on Finch’s hand. Al tries to make eye contact with him, but Finch is purposely turning his head the other way and giving Albert his head full of blond curls.

“You came back” Finch suddenly said, voice hushed and low.

“Of course I came back” Albert replied, “You didn’t think I’d fully leave like that, did’ja?”

“Well, no. It’s just that you seemed so hellbent on going to college”

Albert slowly nods at that, moving his gaze towards the streets below like the other boy. They sit in the silence for a few minutes. Hearing different vehicles pass by the street below them and honking from the distance.

“Finch, I’m so sorry I left ya like that” Albert suddenly started, fully turning his face towards him. He couldn’t find a way to word it and so he resorted to just telling him the truth. Finch stays quiet to let him continue, “I was an idiot to let ya go that easily and all because I was selfish”

“You weren’t actually being selfish” Finch said, smiling a little at his words, “You did it because you wanted to. And it wasn’t hurting anyone anyways”

“It did. It hurt you”

Finch turns his head towards Albert. Now their eyes are looking into each other closer than before. The closest they’ve ever been since their breakup. A mixture of unsaid emotions made the gaze feel so intimate and it terrifies Al a bit.

“I hurt myself trying to get you to stay” Finch said softly. His next words got stuck in his throat. He gives his brain a few seconds to focus with a sigh out of his mouth and dragging his gaze away from Al, “I knew you never wanted to get that engineering degree in the first place which is another reason I didn’t want you to go. But at the end of the day, it was your decision to make and not mine. I lashed out on you and said you were selfish but… I was the one that was being selfish”

Finch turns his eyes back towards Al, his face looks more sorrowful than before, “I’m sorry”

A small smile formed on Al’s face, tilting his head to the side by a few inches, “It ain’t your fault for knowing me more than I know myself”

They leave the conversation at that for the time being. Letting the streets below fill the void of their silence. Both boys focusing their gaze towards the view they got from this height they’re on again. Finch and Albert left speechless at each other’s words.

Albert’s hands unconsciously reach up to his forehead, itching to pick a pimple like earlier. His next words almost got stuck in his throat but he was able to pull through just enough to get to his point, “Well, at the end of the day we uhh… we both fucked up. Fucked our relationship, that’s for sure-”

“Stop picking on your pimples, Al” Finch casually said. The surprise look on Al’s face got Finch to side eye him with a giggle.

Al pulled his fingers away, stuttering in his movements but still continued on his words with more confidence, “What I’m trying to say is… I want to try again as long as you’re willing to”

There was a good few seconds of silence that Finch used to just stare at him. Albert could only wonder what he’s thinking about inside that head, “So we just… what? Forget the breakup ever happened? Move back in together? You know I can’t just do that, right?”

“That’s not what I mean. We don’t need to rush things. I know you can’t do that” Albert said, “Just… let me start by making it up to you? Whatever you want. Just name it”

Finch didn’t respond instantly, letting the silence between them linger for a few more minutes. But it’s deeply agonizing to Albert’s ears. A blank space of two eyes locked in a gaze, and one is obviously dying to get out of it.

“Please, say something” Albert begged. Hands suddenly reaching back up to his face to pick on his pimples again.

With a free hand, Finch reaches towards Al’s hand on his face. He pulls it down to the bars, holding it in place to make sure it doesn’t repeat its mistakes again. The grip was firm, but warm and calming to Albert’s soul. It made him go blank for a good few seconds from being so touch deprived of Finch’s soft hands. He retains his sense of reality when their eyes finally meet again.

With a little smile forming on Finch’s face, he finally answers, “I’d like that very much”

#random writing #newsies #redfinch #redfinch newsies #albert dasilva #albert newsies #finch cortez #finch newsies #tw cursing #tw alcohol #tw cigarettes #tw angst #validate me pls and thanku:)#unless you don't ship redfinch #which is understandable

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artificialqueens · 3 years

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Drabble Compilation (Trixya, Biadore) - Candy Cane

A/N: a bunch of drabbles ive written over on my side blog @sillylittlecandycane !! im accepting prompts over there if you are interested uwu here’s the list of everything in here: 1.) Trixya, half drag dance challenge 2.) Trixya, pregnant!Katya 3.) Biadore, “If I puke, will you hold my hair back?" 4.) Trixya, pregnant!Katya sequel 5.) Trixya, "You’ve been crying, I can tell." 6.) Biadore, Adore visiting Bianca in Palm Springs

1.) Trixya, half drag dance challenge For a split second there Katya was ecstatic about being Trixie’s partner for this challenge, then she remembered she has a huge fucking crush and is definitely going to wind up making a fool out of herself. Trixie’s clearly excited though, so Katya decides she’ll try to swallow down those feelings, and focus on keeping that smile on Trixie’s face.

Neither of them are really dancers, but Trixie definitely is a country girl, so she’s somewhat more familiar with it than Katya. The older is still nervous, she’s not used to this kind of thing, not by any stretch of the imagination. She’s done choreo before, any given drag queen has, she just hasn’t had to learn it in such a short amount of time before.

After learning what they could with the instructor and are back in the workroom to practice, Trixie turns to Katya and grabs her hands. Katya stares down at them with wide eyes, just now registering she’s been dancing with Trixie.

Cute, sexy, funny fucking Trixie.

“We have so got this,” Trixie says, all the confidence in the world embodied in that tone.

Katya looks into Trixie’s eyes and smiles back, “Okay, yeah. We’ve got this.”

It’s exhilarating to have so much confidence in herself, and then to have some in her partner as well. It’s so different from what she’s used to. They’ve still got work to do to make sure they nail this thing all the way to the core of the earth, it’s just not so terrifying anymore. It feels good, it really does.

2.) Trixya, pregnant!Katya Katya’s at the point where she is seriously regretting being pregnant. At the end of the day, it was her choice, but sometimes she thinks it was a bad one. Everything fucking hurts, she’s constantly hungry, she can’t sleep right anymore, and she is always horny. This is just the worst thing ever.

What doesn’t suck is how sweet and loving Trixie, her fucking wife, has been. Katya doesn’t think she’ll ever get over the fact that Trixie is her wife. It’s so surreal! She’s like the best wife ever. Always getting her whatever she wants or needs, even if it’s 2 am and she’s being absolutely ridiculous, Trixie is there to help her and make the best out of a sucky situation.

Katya cuddles closer to Trixie, listening to the soothing sound of the younger’s heartbeat. She’s going to have a baby with this girl. They’re growing their family and it’s just… it’s perfect.

Trixie gently tugs her fingers through Katy’s messy blonde hair as they watch some stupid Lifetime movie. The domesticity of it all is wonderfully stupid. But it’s still stupid. She feels restless, she’s unable to go out and at least dance, she wants to do something.

“I’m bored,” Katya says, frowning slightly.

Trixie giggles a little, and it’s so fucking cute it hurts, “Okay, what do you wanna do?”

“We should go bungee jumping,” Katya says, keeping a straight face.

“Yeah, and then we’ll eat live bugs,” Trixie replies with an eye roll.

Their eyes meet and they erupt into laughter, holding onto each other and enjoying the moment. Katya sighs, and lays her head back down to Trixie’s chest, frowning.

“I’m seven months preggers, there’s like nothing I can do,” Katya groans.

Trixie combs her fingers through Katya’s hair again, “That’s not true. We can still play like uh, board games? We can go back to thinking of baby names, too. Can’t do any worse than my parents.”

Katya looks up at Trixie, a content smile on her lips. At least Trixie is trying for her, which is so much better than she feels she could’ve ever hoped for. The Russian pushes herself up to kiss her wife deeply.

“Or we could…” Katya mumbles against her, a sly offer.

Trixie giggles again, like music to Katya’s ears, “Yeah. Let’s do that.”

3.) Biadore, "If I puke, will you hold my hair back?"

Adore has drunk herself stupid, or stupid-er, again. She needed a night of insane drinking, and boy did she get it. Everyone is looking at her like she should be at rehab, but she doesn’t fucking care. A broken heart can’t be mended with alcohol, but it can be forgotten, at least for a little while.

She downs another shot, and out of the corner of her eyes she sees Detox and Willam laughing at her, while Bianca looks incredibly exasperated. Adore groans and lays her head against the counter, she feels awful and it definitely isn’t just her broken heart.

“B…” she mumbles, lifting a heavy arm to poke her friend.

Bianca rolls her eyes but looks down at her anyways, “What?”

“I don’ feel so good…” she whines, her words slurred.

“Well that’s what happens when you drink more in three hours than Willam does in one night,” Bianca snaps back, the disapproval in her voice strong.

“I’d be offended but you make a good point,” Willam says, giggling.

Adore huffs and stares at her bright red wig and the way it’s sprawled out in front of her. It’s one of her favorites, but it was also her ex’s favorite… God, she misses him so much it hurts like a bitch. Maybe she should throw out the wig, if it’s going to hurt her so much. It’s still a favorite though, and she refuses to allow that dickhead to take more from her than necessary.

Adore realizes she’s been zoning out, and reaches her hand out for Bianca. Her hand finds Bianca’s, and she squeezes it tightly. Bianca’s eyes meet hers, and Adore is overwhelmed with how wonderful and amazing this person is. Bianca’s is basically the definition of perfect, and Adore knows she’s lucky to even be her friend. Though that doesn’t really stop her from pining after Bianca.

“Bia…” Adore whines again.

“What?” Bianca sighs.

“Can we leave?” she asks, quiet and sad.

Bianca looks down at her, and must take some kind of pity, “Yeah, we can go.”

Ten minutes later they’re climbing into the back of an Uber, and Adore is quick to lay her head down in Bianca’s lap. Bianca rubs the back of her neck, and it feels really good because she’s starting to feel really ill.

Adore moans pathetically, “Yanks…”

“Yeah?” Bianca answers her.

“If I puke will you hold my hair back?”

“Sure, but then I’ll beat you up for puking all over me and this fucking car.”

Adore giggles, feeling slightly better with their usual banter, “Love you, Bia.”

“Love you too,” Bianca smiles softly.

4.) Trixya, pregnant!Katya sequel

For almost a year now, Katya’s life has been totally changed. Deciding to actually go through with physically having a child was big enough, but when she was actually pregnant? Everything changed.

Every decision she made impacted the baby. What she ate, what she wore, what she did… Every little thing impacted not just her anymore, but her child too. And she wouldn’t give it up for anything, because sitting here, holding that child in her arms, she knows it was all worth it.

Sitting here in the hospital bed, Katya is mesmerized by her baby. Her eyes are so startling blue, like Trixie’s, and her smile is so vibrant, like Trixie. Katya thinks her baby will be just like Trixie in so many ways. Katya hopes her daughter gets all her good traits, and none of her bad ones. This child helped to save her from addiction, Katya doesn’t want her to fall into it.

“What are you thinking about?” Trixie whispers, leaning over her shoulder to look into their baby’s eyes.

“How we still haven’t named her,” Katya says, cupping her pretty face.

Trixie rolls her eyes, “Well, we would’ve had that one figured out by now if-” “Really? In front of the baby?” Katya says, trying to play all serious at first, then bursts into laughter at Trxiei’s surprised expression.

“You bitch,” Trixie laughs, lightly slapping Katya’s shoulder.

“But seriously, the kid needs a name,” Katya frowns, “We can’t keep calling her ‘the baby’ forever.”

“It’s only been a day,” Trixie shrugs, “But you’re right.” “I should give her a really complicated Russian name you can’t pronounce,” Katya teases.

“Do you hate me? Is that it?” Trixie plays along.

Katya kisses her though, and the way Trixie turns bright red gets her all emotional all over again.

“I’ve been in love with you since we met,” Katya reminds her once they break apart.

“We should name her Barbara,” Trixie giggles.

“Nevermind, you’re right, I do hate you.”

Trixie cackles, and the baby starts to fuss in response. Both immediately try to calm her down, and luckily do so with minimal effort.

“Maybe… Cherry?” Trixie suggests.

Katya looks at her, then realizes she;s being serious, “Really? Cherry?”

“We could put down like, Cheryl or something on paper, but Cherry is like red, and sweet, and cute…” Trixie explains, blushing some.

Katya purses her lips, looks down at her baby, and grins widely.

“Cherry suits her.”

5.) Trixya, "You’ve been crying, I can tell." There’s tear tracks down Trixie’s cheeks, her eyes are bright red, and she’s even sniffling. It makes Katy’s heart hurt. She doesn’t like to see Trixie upset, that girl is the last person on this earth who should ever cry.

“Katya-” Trixie says, jerking back when she sees the older, clearly having thought she was alone.

“What happened?” Katya asks, stepping forward instinctively. She wants nothing more than to hug her.

“Nothing, it’s nothing,” Trixie says, unable to meet Katya’s eyes.

Katya frowns, “You’ve been crying, I can tell.”

Trixie looks shocked, but still persists, “I’m fine.”

“I’m never going to believe that,” Katya says, crossing her arms over her chest.

“I don’t want to talk about it,” Trixie finally admits.

“Okay, that I can understand,” Katya says, reaching forward to take Trixie’s hand in her own, “But… that doesn’t mean you have to be alone. We don’t have to talk, but let me be here for you. Please?”

Trixie looks up at Katya’s kind, worried eyes, completely taken aback by how genuine her friend is being. Trixie nods, unable to actually form any words, and is almost instantly wrapped up in a strong hug.

The younger places her head in the crook of Katya’s neck, and starts to cry all over again. She doesn’t feel so empty and alone now, though. She feels like maybe if she just stays in Katya’s arms, listening to her reassurances and absorbing her love, for a little while longer then everything will be okay.

6.) Biadore, Adore visiting Bianca in Palm Springs

The sun is shining brightly, the palm trees surrounding the pool sway in the breeze, and Danny feels more relaxed than they have in many, many months. They’re on their back in the center of the pool, letting themself drift and be one with the water. Usually they prefer to go straight to the source, they are a mermaid after all, but there’s something to be said about getting to be alone in the water with their boyfriend.

There’s no one else around, just the two of them, alone and having sexy, fun, romance together. Said boyfriend pops up out of the water next to Danny, and peers over them, a smirk on his lips. Danny sits up so they’re not on their back anymore, and presses a little closer to Roy.

“Hi,” Roy chuckles, leaning in close to Danny’s lips.

Danny grins, “Hello yourself.”

Roy laughs, but kisses Danny anyways. The kiss is chaste, but still full of love and joy. Danny wraps their arms around Roy’s neck and goes in for another kiss, this one full and sloppy. Roy pushes Danny forward as they soak each other in, until Roy had Danny pinned to the concrete edge, his large hands spanning across Danny’s, currently tiny, hips.

The younger is bad at the whole self-care thing during work, which is one of the many reasons he’s happy to have them here. Now he has an excuse to get real food into Danny, and help them relax.

The two pull away from each other, breathless and smiling, and it’s perfect. The sun on their skin, the clear water around them, and neither would have it any other way.

“We should go annoy the neighbors with your golf cart this afternoon,” Danny suggests, smiling and close to laughter.

“Yeah,” Roy says, close to laughing himself, “We should.”

#rpdr fanfiction #trixie mattel #katya zamolodchikova #adore delano #bianca del rio #trixya #biadore #angst #fluff #romance #hurt/comfort #implied smut #pregnancy au #canon compliant #lesbian au #drabble compilation #candy cane #concrit welcome #tw vomit mention

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thebest-medicine · 3 years

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Hey dude :) I'm not really sure if you'd be comfortable with answering this- if you don't, you don't need to even post this!! But my bf and I have been together for a while, we're both switches, and we've decided to buy handcuffs to make things a bit more exciting. We both trust each other entirely and I've confided in him abt feeling nervous about this a couple of times, but im still a bit nervous. they're supposed to arrive in 2 weeks. anyways i think it would help to hear how your first bandage session went so I can feel better about feeling nervous lol. again if you're not comfy with answering this you totally don't have to. thank you! I love your blog by the way, seriously youre awesome!

Yeah! Absolutely. That’s exciting! It’s really cool especially if you guys have been messing around with and talking about the idea already.

My first time with bondage was with a really nice and sweet and patient (and sometimes evil) ler/switch who I had been friends with online for a bit and decided to meet up with. We talked about what we were comfortable trying beforehand and eased into the bondage aspect. I tried having my arms cuffed over my head for the first time and like, it was kinda scary but exhilarating. He was teasy and I definitely feel like it made it tickle worse that I couldn’t pull my arms down. But he was really good about not pushing me super far, like if I was starting to like laugh and struggle too much or seemed like it was hard for me to get enough air then he would slow down. He checked in with me a lot and we established beforehand that I could safeword and say yellow if I wanted him to pause / give me a short break if I needed and I could say red if I needed him to stop immediately and let me out. I was super nervous and he was more experienced with it and being attentive and kind to me really helped put me at ease, especially since it was all new to me.

I think if you can discuss these types of behaviors and boundaries and understandings together it will make things a lot easier and better and help you feel less nervous. Building a good trust up between you and taking things easy to start is a good idea. If y’all are switches it would be fun to maybe each take a turn with them, even if you try doing a more short start, like say each of you starts with maybe 10 min in the cuffs while the other person can tease/tickle you and then when the time is up or when you safeword/can’t take it any more if that happens, then you can switch it up and work on figuring out what you like or don’t like. Communicate. Take your time. Trust each other. Try new things. I hope you have a wonderful time!

I’m actually in the process of figuring out a similar situation with the guy I’m now dating. Finally started discussing my kink with him in more depth and he’s like super open and down to tickle me and it’s like ahdhfjskfk omg like I never would’ve imagined and I used to be terrified to communicate and so now I’m just like wow damn talking openly and trying new things together is amazing who would’ve thunk. Lol. I wish you the best!!!

#tickling #personal #mine #stories #anon #answered #tickle kink

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muwur · 4 years

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Hiii and welcome!! May I please request for the lovable annoying baby Hinata who has a HUGE crush on this popular girl in his class and one day she sees him at the mall or something and rushes to him begging him to pretend to be her boyfriend because there’s a group of guys that won’t leave her alone and that’s when she finally realizes that this gorgeous sweetheart exists and Hinata is just on cloud 9 the entire time but then he remembers it’s all fake :((((( teeeee

✿ pretend boyfriend pt. 1

♡ scenario ♡ for hinata

❧ fem reader

✎ 3.2k words

a/n: aw hello ty for the welcome <3 also this request made me cackle AAHAHAHAHA. also this format is interesting lolol, im so indecisive about how i want it

anyways, hope u enjoy hehe >.> this came out a lot longer than i had originally planned but did i even have a plan in the first place buut i aint complaining LOL

also yes theres going to be a pt 2 firhfnxfwifj hehe

requests: open! pls bbys dun b shy i have summer skool soon fml i need this to make me procrastinate on work LMAO

-having been preoccupied with volleyball, crushes never crossed Hinata’s mind

-however, he was about to find out that he was quite clueless when it came to love

-he found himself speeding to school on his bike one morning, riding at breakneck speed to try to make it on time

-ahhhh, i was so excited about the first day of going to karasuno and seeing their volleyball team that i couldnt sleep until 4 am...!

-that explains why he overslept

-lost in his thoughts, he nearly failed to notice the girl who was walking in front of him

-and so, at the very last minute, he swerved. i nto a tree.

- “oh my gosh! are you okay??”

-if he wasn’t okay before, now he’s cURED because the most beautiful girl was looking down at him with an outstretched hand, concern in her eyes

-he jumped up instead and waved his arms in front of himself, blushing and nodding, “y-yeah, I’m fine! don’t worry about me, a-are you okay??”

- “you’re the one who crashed into the tree!” you responded with shock as you moved to pick up his bike off the ground (luckily, it was undamaged)

-he took the handlebars after you offered them to him

-you frowned slightly. “i’m sorry, i should’ve watched where i was going. are you hurt?”

-he was too busy gawking at you to realize his head started bleeding

-cue you yelling frantically “y-your head! it’s bleeding!” and rushing him to the nurse’s office

-in his head: ‘i-im holding her hand’

-nearly combusted on spot

-and that was how he met you

-later he found out he actually shared the same class with you!

-though you never seemed to notice LOL

-you sat on the opposite side of the room, closer to the front of the class

-he sat all the way in the back, so it’s not like you would’ve really seen him but it was the perfect spot for hinata to stare at you and not pay attention to class

-and during breaks or when the teacher left the room for a few minutes, everyone around you would try to spark up a conversation with you

-oh how he wished he could make you smile and laugh like that too

-and whenever he saw you outside of class, he hid immediately (behind walls, doors, lockers, people *coughkageyamacough* “hinata boke!”, etc) and admired you from afar, way too nervous to approach you after your first encounter several weeks ago

-he just kNOWS he’ll do something stupid and end up a stuttering, blushing mess

-besides, you probably forgot who he was ;((

-one day at lunch, he hid behind yamaguchi, who was confused until he followed hinata’s intent gaze to your form, which was walking by in front of the pair

-kageyama, who also took notice, smiled devilishly

- “pfffft, she’d never glance your way”

- tsukki deadpanned, “you don’t stand a chance. she’s way too pretty for you and people are lining up just to talk to her”

-cue hinata fighting kags n tsukki, blushing and with tears pricking at his eyes

- “aw, guys, don’t be so mean, I think he just has a crush!” yams snickered what an angel (no i am not in love w this man)

-one weekend, hinata was out in a nearby shopping area to get some snacks for natsu cuz she wouldn’t stop bugging him about it (“you ate the rest of my candy, so you have to go get me some more!”)

-as he was leaving the store, hand in his bag, he felt a tug on his sleeve and heard a “psst”

-some higher being must’ve blessed him that day because here he was, face to face with the girl who’s been on his mind everyday for several weeks

-sdgfhjkljihyuitufjhk

-error.exe

-he opened his mouth to say something, maybe like a:

-“h-hey! you look familiar, I totally don’t know your name or think about you before i sleep at night, s-so hOWS the weather???”

-but before he could humiliate himself speak, you gave him a small smile and asked, “aren’t you the guy i took to the nurse after you crashed into that tree?”

- “y-yeah, that was me!” he stuttered out

-he was trying so hard to keep his cool, but he could feel his palms get sweaty and his body quiver with pANIC

-you stifled a giggle with your hand (hinata: so cute dfghjfgljkl) "im glad to see you’re doing well. sorry, i never introduced myself. my name’s y/n, what’s yours?”

-you extended your hand as a greeting

-yet all he could do was stare at it, dumbfounded

-the two brain cells he owned said we ouTTIE

- “my name’s hinata!” he yelled dramatically for no reason. “sorry, my hand’s a bit sweaty, otherwise i would shake yours!” so instead, he bent forward in a bow

-eyes wide at his sudden outburst and gesture, you laughed in response and waved a hand, “it’s okay, really! nice to meet you again, hinata”

-a few moments of silence passed by, he was still bending over, and you were looking at your surroundings awkwardly

-risking a glance up, he caught a nervous expression on your face, and it made his eyebrows furrow in concern

- “hey, are you okay?” he asked as he straightened his body

-nice. smooth and direct.

-you sheepishly looked at the ground and absentmindedly itched the side of your head, twirling a strand of hair with your finger

- “this is kinda embarrassing, but um... could you do me a favor? i promise it’s nothing too bad!”

-little do you know he would literally do aNYthing for you right now

- “of course!” he replied a little too quickly. “w-what is it?”

- “soooo, i ran into these guys from school earlier, and they won’t stop bothering me, especially this one guy. a lot of girls like him and think he’s cool, but he’s such a jerk! i honestly don’t know what they see in him. he’s been so insistent on dating me the past few weeks that i try to avoid him as much as possible...”

-you shyly looked up at him and he had to refrain from exploding

- “could you please, uh, pretend to be my boyfriend?”

-b-b-b-boYFrIeNd??

- “y-y-y-your b-b-b-boyf-f-friend?” he managed to sputter

-you clasped your two palms together in front of your face like a prayer and leaned forward slightly, closing your eyes. “just for today, i promise! i remember you were really sweet when i first met you, so i thought i could ask you! i need to get a few things and i know he’s still around here, so i might run into him and his friends again. also, earlier, i uh... kinda told him i had a boyfriend to see if he would back off, but i think it just made him angrier...”

-you were talking a bit too fast for hinata’s nonexistent brain to process, but he got the gist

-basically, he needed to pretend to be your boyfriend in front of some guy that wouldn’t leave you alone

-it almost sounded like a dream come true

-except for the fact this was all fake and he wasn’t actually your boyfriend

-BUT HE GOT TO TALK TO YOU AND PRETEND TO BE SOMETHING HE WANTED TO BE

-AND PROTECT YOU

-AND HE GOT TO TALK TO YOU

-but...

- “err, how do i do that?”

-you looked back up at him questioningly. “do what?”

-he looked off to the side in embarrassment. “w-well, i’ve never really dated anyone, so i’m not sure how to act and make it believable...”

-you clasped his hands making him even more flustered and jumped up in excitement

- “so you’ll do it??”

-he could only manage to nod in response

- “great! ahhhh, thank you so much! you don’t know how much i appreciate this! as for the acting... well, we just have to do couple-y things. y’know, hold hands, stand close to one another, feed each other, take pictures together, kiss, all that stuff. just follow my lead!”

-did his ears deceive him?

-did you just say

-kISS??

-he?? was going to get?? to?/ kisS yOu?//dfokgjif

-he definitely looked like an idiot right now

-wide eyes glazed over, mouth opened slightly for the soul leaving his body, a grey and sickly pale complexion, stomach twisting from nerves and butterflies

-noya and tanaka would be so jealous

-and possibly kill him so they could replace him as your pseudo boyfriend

- “hinata? what’s wrong, d-did i say something?”

-your concerned voice brought him back to earth

-gazing into your cute, confused eyes, he took a deep breath and exhaled

- ‘im acting so uncool right now! y/n needs my help!’

-he mustered up the courage to flash you a determined smile and a thumbs up. “i’ll be the best fake boyfriend you could ever ask for!”

-you could’ve sworn you felt your heart skip a beat

-you chuckled at his genuine display and smiled back. “then in that case, would you mind tagging along as i pick up a few things?”

-he could barely hold himself together when you clasped his hand and scooted close to him

-so close he could smell a pleasant scent wafting from you

- ‘i cant believe this is happening im holding her hand agAIN was this meant to be—‘

-and then his mind went blank for like the hundredth time in the last several minutes

-he followed you around, trying to steady his rapidly beating heart and ignore the warmth that remained on his cheeks

-how could you be so calm when you two were holding hands for so long?? (kags: it means she doesnt like u)

-he was both elated and terrified at the same time

-hinata couldn’t help but relish the way your fingers felt interlocked with your own

-how you slightly swung your arms together as you walked

-the way your eyes shone as you talked so casually with him

-the crinkle of your eyes and the sweet sound of your laugh when he said something that was apparently funny

- ‘fjjkdjnf i made her laugh‘

-he couldn’t help but notice the way your hair brushed your face when you leaned forward to inspect an item on a shelf

- “this is kinda cute, don’t you think?” you held up a small plush of a hedgehog

- “y-yeah, adorable!” but i’m not talking about the hedgehog

-it was no surprise to him, really, to see why you were so popular with everyone

-what’s not there to like? aside from your stunning beauty and intelligence, you were naturally charming and radiated an aura that just drew others in

-two hours passed and you both ended up sitting at a table, hands linked together across the table’s surface

- “ah, i need to answer this,” you breathed out, letting go of his hand to rummage your bag and answer your ringing phone

-ngl his hand was already getting cold and he missed your touch

-after a few nods and short replies, you ended the call and stood up

- “well, now that i’ve gotten everything, i have to head home now. ..”

- “oh... i-i mean, oh, alright! uhh, it was nice um, shopping with you!”

-his heart sank a bit now that this blissful time had come to an end

-disappointment seeped in hello darkness my old friend

-you, too, were a bit dismayed. you never expected to have enjoyed your time with him that much

-how come you never saw him at school? you definitely would’ve loved to get to know him more...

- “y-yeah, i had a good time, too! er, shopping, i mean! thanks again for following me around, though. you’re really sweet, hinata. i don’t know what i would’ve done without your help...”

- ‘come on, this is your chance!’

-boyo took another deep breath and opened his mouth to say, “y/n, could we do this again som--”

- “y/n! heyyy, i’ve been looking for you, sweet cheeks!”

-you both whipped around to see a group of guys approaching your table

-quickly, you pulled hinata close to you and whispered in his ear, “act natural.”

-nAtUral?????

-nodding, he stood up straighter and hesitantly snaked an arm around your waist

-then stiffened in fear when you were both surrounded by a group of guys who were all way taller than him

-you gave the boys a suspicious eye and scooted closer into hinata’s touch

-“what do you want? for the last time, i am not going out with you. don’t you know anything about respecting other people? besides, i’m already with someone,” you huffed

-the one in the front cocked an eyebrow at the sight of you two

-he had silky dark hair, smooth skin, a captivating gaze, and a smirk that could creep right under your skin

-“you expect me to believe small fry’s your boyfriend? him? with YOU? you could do so much better, buttercup. I could make you feel so good.”

-hinata could tell this guy was bad news. really bad news. he was the type who wouldn’t take no for an answer

- ‘ahhh, what do i do?? if i just stand here, he’s gonna keep harassing her! and possibly even hurt her...’

-the guy inched closer to you, much to your obvious discomfort as you stepped back, and he reached out to touch your cheek

-but hinata was quicker, and he slid in front of you before the guy could lay a finger on you

- “leave her alone! she obviously wants nothing to do with you.”

-the fiery glint in his eye was almost enough to make the other guy back off, but his pride wouldn’t let him

-angry, he instead grabbed fistfuls of hinata’s collar and spat in his face, “say that again, shorty.”

-hinata continued to stare into the other guy’s eyes daringly and grabbed a hold of his wrist in response

- “she said no. quit harassing a girl who’s made it clear she’s not interested, or else.”

- “or else what.”

-his grip on the guy’s wrist tightened and his eyes sharpened. “you’ll have to get through me, first.”

- “tch,” the taller male scoffed. he let go of hinata, pushing him back and glaring as he did so. then he glanced over at you still standing behind the orange-haired boy

- “bet you’ll get bored of shortstack over here soon enough. i’ll be waiting,” he remarked with a wink

-then he and his friends turned and walked away, disappearing from view

-hinata, who’s been running on pure adrenaline during this whole encounter, then collapsed on the floor from all the excitement and terror he tried to contain

- “h-hinata?!” you gasped, using your arms to support his sluggish body

- “ahhh... i thought he’d at least swing at me, but i got lucky...”

-he sounded breathless

-however, the last thing he expected was the soft press of your lips on his cheek

- “thank you, hinata. i really appreciate the way you stood up for me back there. no one’s ever really done that for me.”

-how many times can you die and come back to life in the same day?? p sure hinata’s broken the record for that by now

- “o-o-o-of course! i couldn’t just let him keep thinking that going after you like this is o-okay! i-i didn’t even do much, i-i mean you’ve been standing up to this guy for weeks, this was the least i could do to help--”

-and you were huGGING HIM

-he awkwardly returned the gesture, eyes wide with shock as he patted your back

- “i mean it. thank you. i hope he backs off, but...” you bit your lip and pulled away

- “w-what’s wrong...?”

-you sighed. “i have a feeling he’s still going to be bothering me for a while. i hate to ask this of you, but...”

- “could you pretend to be my boyfriend for a bit longer? at least until he gets the hint and stops...?”

-did this mean...

- ‘dating’ you at scHOOL???

-kageyama and tsukki will never let him live it down, he could already imagine their comments

- “why’d she pick you of all people for this job?? you’re so?? you???”

- “couldn’t she have chosen to be with someone more believable??”

-he shook his head from his thoughts

- “i-is that a no?” you asked worriedly

- “n-no! i mean, yes! i mean, ignore that! i can pretend for as long as you need, y/n.”

- “ahhh, thank you so much, hinata! i promise i’ll treat you to something in return!” you brought him back in a hug, swaying side to side in glee

-you both stood up after you let go. “we should exchange numbers!” you suggested

- ‘oh my gawd, im getting her number rdftegiuofref’

-tanaka and noya would be so proud tho

-you quickly typed down your contact information on his phone before handing it back to him. “alright, here you go, just give me a text! i have to go now.”

-you picked up your bags and gave him a parting smile. “i’ll see you at school! get home safe!”

-and with that, you were on your way

-he stood there and watched as you left, holding onto the cheek you had kissed earlier

-he couldn’t believe it

extra:

-he had texted you after he got home, giggling like a lovesick preteen (was he not thooo LOL) as he was reading your messages and sharing memes with you

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : oh ye btw, who’s your teacher? also, where do you usually hang out? just so i know where to find you. i never c u around school for som reason

me: oh rlly? thats strange... (pretending like he doesnt hide from you lol) im usually in the courtyard during lunch or in the gym for volleyball practice, and i have class with ms. akio

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : WE’RE IN THE SAME CLASS??? omg im so sorry, i never noticed :((

me: oh no its okay! i sit all the way in the back, so

y/n 乁( ⏒ ͜ʖ ⏒ )ㄏ : well, i’ll make sure to greet you next time :) ! we’ll be seeing each other a whole lot more now, so

-he was still smiling like an idiot when natsu burst open his bedroom door

- “where’s my candy?!”

-shit, you probably took it with all your other bags by accident

- “uhhh....”

- “shoyooooo! you owe me, big time!”

-he rolled his eyes. “yeah, yeah, i know, i’m sorry, i’ll buy you twice as much tomorrow.”

-he went back to typing away at his phone

-natsu raised her eyebrows in curiosity. “whatcha doinnn?”

- “nothing, go away.”

- “you’ve been on your phone all day!”

- “and?”

- “are you talking to a giiirrrlllll?”

- “n-no!”

- “then why are you blushinggg?? moommm! shoyo has a girlfriend!” then she added to her brother, “can i see her?? is she pretty??”

-he just groaned, putting a hand up to his face to cover his blush, and nodded

a/n: OKAY this def took me longer than i thot AAHAHA but no ragrets. ty for your request, anon, i rlly enjoyed writing this and i hope you liked it! there will be a part 2, ill try to get that done soon >.> stay tuned hehe. msg me or send me an ask if you wanna be in the taglist cx <3 have a great day or night, lovelies, wherever you are

#haikyuu x reader #haikyuu reader insert #hinata x reader #hinata shoyo x reader #hinata shoyo imagine #hinata shoyo #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x y/n #haikyuu scenarios #hq x reader #requests

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eno-shima-jot · 4 years

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Request: Akira (Devilman) having a crush on a shy girl who nobody really notices she also has feelings for him too, but won't admit it cause she's afraid he'll reject her then once she sees Akira after they both become Devils she gets the courage to tell him how she feels? Fic or Headcanons either is fine.

a/n: this was super adorable ! im so sorry for how long this took ! if you see this, i hope you're having a good day ! i wanted to make this lighthearted and cute, so it doesn't delve into "the world is ending" territory ! i hope you enjoy this !

Some people thought that maybe Akira and Miki were an item, given how close they were and the fact that they were a boy and a girl. A lot of people just assumed that Akira had a crush on her because she was kind and beautiful to boot. That was fine. It was understandable even! He never really heard it said to his face, so he never went out of his way to correct anyone about it. Even if he tried, it would lead down a very slippery slope anyways because, well...

He liked someone completely different. It was you who he liked. It was actually shockingly obvious, or it would be to more outgoing people. That was his saving grace and his downfall. He tried his best to meet you halfway, sometimes even seeming like a puppy in his attempts to interact with you consistently. To his credit, it wasn't like he picked up on any outward hostility from you, so he wasn't really so discouraged by your quiet nature. It was kind of nice, and especially cute in his eyes. He tended to prattle on about anything that came to mind, trying to nudge the ball into your court in hopes that you'd engage. When you did, his eyes would light up and his smile would become bright and elated and- God did he know how adorable he was-

Ultimately, he was just so cute and nice, and that's why the possibility of being rejected was so mortifying. Just imagining being rejected by him made your gut twist and your chest clench. You could already see his face dropping and then returning to a sheepish smile, and he'd be so gentle when letting you down, but that wouldn't stop the fact that you would still probably like him afterwards. It would probably just leave you humiliated at yourself, and even though neither of you were particularly popular, the idea of word spreading about it was terrifying. So you kept your feelings to yourself, and Akira was too wrapped up in trying to gain your affection that he didn't even notice that he had long since gotten it.

His sudden one-eighty was shocking, to say the least. He came to school one day looking like a completely different person, and seeming to act like one too. There were pros and cons to that. He had surely become devilishly handsome- enough to make half the school swoon- but he had also developed an entirely new demeanor. He was gruff and vulgar. He ate up attention without reciprocating it. He was more agitated, set off by what seemed to be nothing. The worst part was that he suddenly became distant from you. He didn't seek you out, becoming like everyone else who often overlooked you. Even if nothing was promised, you felt a little bit abandoned. That was an awful feeling. When you sulked away from school, he was long gone and you found yourself aimlessly strolling to clear your mind. It was easy to forget your surroundings when you were deep in thought. Even if you wanted to know what prompted Akira's sudden change, you couldn't have guessed the cause until you suffered through the same ordeal and stumbled out the other end with a changed body and a subtly changed outlook.

Well, scratch that. It was actually a pretty obviously changed worldview, thoughts that became stronger, pulled in directions that you usually ignored. And suddenly you understood it all. You suddenly felt fine in front of huge groups of people, or at least you didn't want to melt into a puddle. It would be nice if you didn't know that it wasn't wholly from your own individual growth. It was easy to slip into a level of irritation towards anyone who paid you too much attention and you had to bite back the urge to snap at people to leave you alone if you didn't like them that much. You were the second student to make that huge leap, and the third one would garner the same sort of random attention. It wasn't everyday that people changed completely overnight. As much as it was exhilarating to start over as a new, brave person, it was also exhausting. But you weren't the same as Akira, not having the same kind of rugged charm that made people hand their lunches to you to watch you with adoring, wide eyes. By the end of the day, you stumbled out of the school building with a loudly complaining stomach. When you felt someone tap you on the shoulder, you whipped around with a glare slightly too harsh for your own liking and were surprised when Akira backed up quickly.

"H-hey there!" he greeted, voice pitching up in surprise. He knew as soon as he saw you. He knew what happened and he had to hold back his tears because he couldn't imagine how terrifying and painful a transformation like that would be for someone like you. "I, uh, noticed that you look weak. Are you hungry?" with that question, he hesitantly placed himself next to you, waiting for you to walk or show any interest in what he was trying to propose.

"How'd you know?" you asked blankly. As soon as the question left your lips, you wanted to slap yourself for how lame it sounded. Your stomach gurgled another plea for food in a feat of comedic charm. Akira's lips trembled as he tried not to laugh at how adorable it was. Even with your changes, you were still you in the end. He hoped the same thing applied to him.

"It's fine if I skip practise today, so let's go eat! I'm getting hungry too." he invited because, if you were still you to the bare essentials, he wasn't about to try to force you into suddenly taking the reigns if you weren't confident enough to do it yet. Somehow, even though he ate an astronomical amount yet again today, you weren't at all doubtful of his appetite.

"You don't have to skip practise for me. I can just go myself." you said, not really wanting to impede on his social life. Akira shook his head and smiled warmly at you. It wasn't the same beaming grin he used to have, but there was still comfort and compassion in it.

"I want to go with you! I mean, I don't want you to feel like you're alone. Especially not now." Akira said, and his enthusiasm quickly faded into a flustered mutter the more he realised how strong he must be coming on. Somehow, seeing him lose his footing and get bashful over something as small as taking someone out for food when they're hungry was reassuring. It bolstered you, seeing his face turn pink. He refused to run away from you in what he thought to be your time of need, but it was even harder to navigate his crush with everything new going on in his mind. Your small giggle and smile didn't register, but your words certainly did.

"Are you asking me on a date?" you teased, and the words expelled all of that sudden confidence out and left you with an empty rattling feeling. At worst, he'd be turned off by such a flirtatious remark. You prepared for a bad reaction, but his back straightened out like a pole and his lips pulled into a nervous pout.

"... D-do you want it to be a date?" he asked, turning his burning face away from you but eyeing you from his periphery. A fluttering feeling blossomed in your chest and filled your body with warmth, and even though you were left shaking from the new experience of summoning so much courage, you managed a small nod in return. Akira looked surprised by your answer. He blinked, glanced at you again, and then whipped his head around to face you completely. "Wait, seriously-! O-okay, let's... What do you want to eat? Meat is really good for times like this! We can get kebabs! Or do you want something hearty?"

He started to prattle on again, and you had to find a place and guide him there while he threw out any ideas that sprung into his mind. It shifted from food date ideas, to taking a walk through the park, to sitting together during lunch so you could both eat your proper fill. He was excited as he was nervous, but it was sweet. He was still the Akira you knew deep down, the one who sought you out specifically and cared about you and listened to you unconditionally.

#devilman crybaby imagine #devilman crybaby akira #mod bing #devilman crybaby

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poguesofthebau · 4 years

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hii, i wanted to do a ship!! my names mattie, i’m straight and i have brown hair, hazel eyes, and i’m 4’11. i’m really shy when i first meet people, but after that i’m super outgoing. my friends always say i’m really funny and my favorite thing to do is to make people laugh. i’m super good at giving advice. im not really open about my own feelings, but i love helping other people. i LOVE music and im constantly listening to something. i’m also super strong in my views and will always voice them.

hi i love u i’m sorry this took so long but i hope i like it anyway hehe :)

i ship you with jj!! (honorary mention: best friends with pope before meeting jj and john b and kie ft a sweet lil friends to lovers moment w jj aw)

you and jj’s relationship would be a lot of teasing (in the non-unholy way. holy teasing, if u will. innocent teasing only in this household bc i’m a lil virgin who can’t write unholy things for lack of experience). in my head, i see you being bffs w pope first, and then he introduces you to kie before the other boys, partially because he trusts you and wants to know what you think of the girl he’s totally in love with, and partially because he knows how well you and kie would get along. so one night when jj and john b are out surfing (pope skipped with the excuse that he had to study so the boys wouldn’t try to barge in on your plans), pope walks over to your house to pick you up, and then you both head to The Wreck to visit kie as her shift ends. once introductions had been made, the three of you would just click, and that’d be when pope realizes-- oh shit... i might’ve just brought in our fifth pogue. the rest of your story seemed too good to be true-- written in the stars, almost. things would grow from you being friends with pope to you being friends with pope and kie, together and separately. you wouldn’t meet john b until one day when you stopped in to drop off some little cheap knick knack that had reminded you of the girl so much you had to buy it for her. when you walked into The Wreck, it was basically empty. there was an elderly couple in the corner, two workers hanging out by the windows, and kie and john b both leaning against the counter as they chatted. the bell on the door would chime when you walked in, causing kie to look up and beam when she realized you were the one coming in. you’d wave the unidentified gift in the air with a smile, glancing to see john b also throwing a little grin in your direction. “hi! i just saw this and knew you needed to own it.” kie would be ecstatic, immediately making introductions between you and jb before admiring the little souvenir you’d given her.

jj would be the last pogue that you met, and it would be the absolute strangest meeting. you’d be out on heyward’s boat with pope, having agreed to help him with an afternoon of deliveries in exchange for his attendance at a kegger on a night that pope knew he should’ve spent studying. regardless, it would’ve taken him all day to do all those deliveries alone, and he trusted your kook skills enough to have faith that you could get shit done quicker than any of his other friends. (in his head, pope also knew that having your help would give him time to study and party, something he decided not to share with you for fear that you’d abandon him after realizing.) so when you get to the heart of kooklandia, you and pope both grab a couple of orders and head separate ways, agreeing to meet back at the boat when you’d both finished. when you got back to the boat, though, pope wasn’t on it, but someone else was. you’d recognize him from funny snapchat videos and social media posts, but that wouldn’t stop the blush from creeping up on your face when you realized you and jj maybank were alone on a boat right now. “hey, there, pretty lady! you on the right boat?” he’d ask pleasantly, flipping his lighter in his hands as he spoke with a smile. you both knew who the other was, so his question was a little odd. you’d laugh at his easygoing tone, sitting across from him and glancing over your shoulder to see if you could spot pope. you didn’t see him anywhere. when you turned back around, jj would have a joint between his lips, lighting it and taking a drag before offering it to you. you’d laugh again, shaking your head. “do you offer drugs to all the strangers who you end up alone on a boat with? or just the lucky ones?” his eyebrows would raise at the taunting ring to your words. “ah, c’mon, mattie,” he’d say pointedly, causing your eyes to widen in surprise at his outward confession of knowing your name. “we’re not strangers!”

you’d scoff at that, shaking your head at him. as you opened your mouth to respond, you were cut off by a weight moving the boat, and when you look up you found pope turning the key in the boat’s ignition. “why the hell are you here, jj? and smoking again? i thought we talked about keeping the signal clear.” he’d look at jj as he spoke, then glanced to you. “you’re not terrifying mattie, are you? this is why i didn’t introduce you guys yet. i was building up to it.” the amusement on your face seemed to calm him a little, but he was still waiting for jj to respond. “pope, man, take it easy. you told me you wanted some company for a day of deliveries, so i came. kinda fucked of you to first replace me with a pretty girl, and then leave us alone on this boat without introducing us. don’t you have manners?” pope tried to interrupt, but jj continued to speak over him, his eyes flickering to you every few seconds to watch your reactions to his words. “anyway, i had to light up a little bit. you know, pretty girls make me nervous, man, and nothing takes the edge off like a little joint on the water.” pope rolled his eyes at this, shaking his head as he started driving back toward the docks, since you two had finished all the deliveries for the day. “don’t worry, pope. i’m not terrified yet, even though i do see the potential for terror. joint in the middle of the day is a little out of pocket, but, honestly,” you’d trail off, looking from pope to jj before continuing. “i’m kind of interested to find out what it’s like to be friends with all of the pogues, instead of just the socially contained ones.” jj would let out a high pitched guffaw at the admission, pointing at pope enthusiastically. “boom! there it is! she wants to be my friend! i win, fuck you, pope! ha!” “wow, jj. for a big, bad pogue you really are excited to make new friends,” you’d taunt again, causing him to smile brightly as he threw up the middle finger at you. you gave it right back to him, smile and all. “so, mattie. newest pogue on the scene. my new friend who pope is hoping ends up hating me. you going to the boneyard tonight?” and that was the beginning of mattie and jj.

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Rocketman Watch #4 Thoughts

i have so many MORE thoughts can you believe it wow here we go

(i wrote these as i watched it so they’re in order im p sure)

man, his intro monologue during group therapy is just as gripping as it was when I first watched it. And the transition to the bitch is back is so fuckin good. My palms are sweating.

There’s some commentary about forgiving and loving your inner/past child, but I don’t have the words for it at this moment. In the beginning he’s staring down, confused and scowling at his child self, but at the end, he embraces him in a way his father and loved ones never did.

Was he in therapy/rehab WHILE touring and doing music? Stomping into the room in his regalia would have me believe so. I know group therapy was a medium for storytelling. Was it just signaling the very beginning of his story, because we go through different stages through his actions and clothing changes?

Lmao I imagine it must take some pretty cool parents to allow their, like, six or seven year old child to be in this movie. He said bitch so many times.

Took me a hot second to realize the orchestra he’s conducting is playing Rocket Man. The violins are so pretty. Imagine being picked to be in the orchestra on set and getting smile up at the tiny little kid who played Elton. My heart would absolutely swell seeing a little kid being so fantastic at this really intense job.

Kit Connor did amazing in his role. He’s fifteen and he’s already done so much! Imagine growing up knowing you played Elton John as a kid. Getting to work alongside him and his husband and the dozens of incredible actors. Wowie. I’d never shut up about it.

I LOVE how 12 year old Elton is playing the piano SO HARD and is trying to rock out as hard as he can while playing classical music. The boy wanna ROCK dammit.

HE GLANCED UP THE TINIEST BIT WHEN THE MAN ASKED IF ANYONE HAD A FAG (slang for cigarette)

SATURDAY NIGHTS ALRIGHT GIVES ME CONSTANT CHILLS FROM THE START TO FINISH

WOOOW SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD ELTON IS CUTE AS HEEELLLL. The hair, glasses, and front tooth gap fit Taron so well. Goddamn I hope I look like 17 year old Elton some day.

The choreography for this number is absolutely breathtaking. You have to get that many people all in sync! We followed Elton running through the crowd and AAHHH it was a lot! The athleticism! And they did it in the rain! Wow I’m blow away.

Elton is JAMMIN in the back of the stage. It’s really sweet to see his smile and enthusiasm and his brain thinking and working.

That guy in the back peed a LOT lmao

I was wondering where thank you for all of your loving came in.

Charlie Rowe plays Ray Williams, and he also plays LEO ROTH from Red Band Society!!! The first time I watched the movie, I KNEW him from somewhere, but I couldn’t place it and it was driving me nuts. Man. RBS was a big crutch during the worst lows of my ED. Had no idea he was English.

Love to see how shy Elton was as a teenager. It’s a hot ass mood. Also, those silk scarves? Ascots? idk but they’re a LOOK.

“One frothy coffee, no froth.”

The acquaintances-to-best-friends montage set to Border Song *chefs kiss*

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Lmao Elton is NOT phased at all when he gets accused of being gay. He’s just like. “Nah. I’m like. Not.” Not overly defensive and surprised, like I’m sure other people would be lmaooo

STUMBLING HOME DRUNK WITH YOUR BEST FRIEND IS A MILESTONE IN TEENAGEHOOD!!!!!!!

“You are a ssSSHHIIIITT HOT piano player—”

So delicate of Bernie the way he politely denied a kiss from him. It wasn’t weird or tense at all. Just a gentle “love you, but not that way. It’s okay” Some people may not be able to handle it that well even today.

Taron’s got nice thighs. That robe & underwear getup is a nice look.

Love love LOVE hearing him experiment with Your Song on the piano to find a melody that worked.

Honestly what the shit do these songs even mean. Bernie sometimes these words don’t make any sense. Don’t worry, they still slap. “See I’ve forgotten if they’re green or they’re blue” like what

AMOREENA IS A PERFECT SONG SEND TWEET

Doug flirting with Bernie makes me snort every time. “Oh, really? That’s.. cool.”

THE TROUBADOUR OUTFIT IS GOOD AS SHIT!!!!!!!!

“NO, BERNIE. YOU ARE UNDERREACTING.”

Taron was right. The overalls do make his ass look massive.

A week ago before this movie I was sick and fuckin TIRED of crocodile rock but now I can’t get enough of it. The movie transformed a lot of old songs I was sick of for me.

Imagine being a kind of shy, nervous kid, terrified to go on stage, but two and a half minutes later the entire venue is LOSING IT because they love the jam YOU WROTE. how cool for Elton.

I want a best friend platonic cheek kiss :(

Hmmmmm I’m wondering if they used the studio recordings that went on the album for the movie or have different movie-specific recordings. Tiny Dancer sounds a teeny bit different in the movie version.

Goddamn I sure hope Taron got to keep that jacket.

“So you liked the song, then?” “Not as much as the singer” *Elton glances away in gay panic*

LMFAO John said some weird colorful words to Elton that barely made sense and he was like OH FUCK GOTTA KISS HIM GOTTA KISS HIM

I’ve talked so much about the sex scene I don’t need to go on about it here. Go search the rocketman tag on my blog for my extensive gay thoughts about it.

Now I know glasses come OFF during sex

oh oh oh I was wondering where Hercules fell in the movie. I love how the songs he’s writing or getting notoriety for is played over the transition scenes.

Elton’s hand on his hip, knowing smirk as John enters the studio. “Hello.”

Bernie is like “HELLO are we RECORDING or are y’all gonna FUCK in the CLOSET?”

*vibrating* Honky Cat Honky Cat Honky Cat Honky Cat

Damn, the flowy white button down with the red pants really is a LOOK

The gestures, staring up at each other, leaning into each other, hands on each other’s chests, damn it makes me feel some typa way. Maybe their love WAS good and fun and exciting while they rode the high of everything before it all went so so bad.

Elton searching John’s gaze while he’s talking and looking like he’s not really paying attention, just looking for a kiss on the couch.. GOD I remember the honeymoon phase of my relationships. So much fun.

His dad going “N-Not really my thing.” That was a metaphor for his SEXUALITY TOO, huh.

Damn. He went to his dad’s to come out to him and he never even got to get to that part. He was just like “....nice shoes....” and even after all this time, didn’t show any interest in his music. If he never was into what he did, how could he even talk about being gay? I’m sure during that scene there were a lot of metaphors to sexuality but I didn’t bother to think much about them.

The eyebrow quirk after his dad says “ah—no. Could you make it out to Arthur?” DAMN Elton was like .. “really. This is what’s happening? Okay. Awesome.”

“What do you have to do to get a fucking drink around here, eh?” *cuts to Elton drinking straight from a bottle*

“Elton—” “Elton!”

John saying “don’t you ever put your hands on me” when he was the one who yanked him from the phone booth AND directly after punching him... woof man. What a shitty dude.

Damn, just noticed John talking very quietly and closely to another man right before he goes on and plays Pinball Wizard. Was this the first sign of him having fun with other men when Elton was indisposed?

Pinball Wizard is absolutely intense and loud and fun, but it DOES carry the tone of “god im SO miserable” under it all. You knew Elton wasn’t having fun.

“It is next week.” Jeezus.

LMAO I just caught the “mom, you’re ON my GOWN” when he reluctantly complies to give the Anderson’s a tour.

Damn, flowy, loose dress shirts with the first few buttons undone is a LOOOOK.

How did they do the overdose scene, you think? Surely the pills Taron took had to be like. Empty. Or placebo affect drugs? Idk. He did take a big drink directly after stuffing his mouth with them. I don’t think he spit them out.

God, there is SOMETHING symbolic about how he meets his child self at the bottom of the pool. Rock bottom? Apologizing? Wishing he could be better? Telling him he’ll never be better?

OH I watched a behind the scenes cut about the pool scene, and none of it was CGI. Taron was weighted under his robe and a SCUBA diver was on standby to provide oxygen. The singing and bubbles coming out of his mouth and stuff underwater was all real.

Dying to know about the choreography around the second chorus, about the undressing and twirling and dressing and injection and handing off of the bat and stuff. That sequence was incredible.

Bennie and the Jets. Damn. It fucks. I listened to it almost the entire time on my run today. (Five miles; I felt like garbage the entire time but it was good anyway.) The scene is wild. He’s in the middle of a drug induced haze orgy. He SHOULD be having the time of his life but he’s so goddamn miserable. (Also, the juxtaposition between Chris Fleming’s Bennie and the Jets is so funny.)

Part of the problem was that John never understood Elton. But, Elton broke it off with John, not the other way around like he said it was. He wasn’t the victim in that regard. John did treat him like shit though.

Victim of Love plays right after that lmao

Renate and he aren’t even close when they do the duet to don’t let the sun go down on me. They’re separated in different rooms, mirroring literally how closed off their relationship was.

The shot with them waking up in different rooms.. damn

His shirt is so LOUD I’m going crazy

Watching Taron down that orange juice made me a little nauseous I gotta say

“Not really I’m gAy”

It’s CRAZY to watch Elton and his mom interact at the dinner scene. He gets accosted and accused of so much by his mom, claiming SHE’S the victim of his actions, making it all about HER and then he turns around and does and says the exact same shit to Bernie.

He yells “Oh, don’t be so dramatic!” at Bernie as he gets into a taxi. THE PROJECTION!! THE DEFLECTION!!!!

I know there’s only so much they can put in two hours, but I wish they showed more of Elton’s eating issues. He had bulimia for sixteen years before he got help. It’s Absolutely the Man With Anorexia in me, but seeing that even men deal with eating disorders quells the lonely aching something in me. I feel that much less alone, you know. Eating disorders aren’t a “woman’s disease.”

How do you think they did his hair? A wig adds more hair, not take it away. He didn’t get his hair cut for it did he?

Seeing Elton’s first love fall apart because John was such a selfish, heartless prick in reality makes me sad.

Elton hugs his inner child when he reconciled with everyone in his past. Goddamn. He found peace and forgiveness for himself, who he was, even after all that time.

When Elton asks him not to go, Bernie refuses, saying this is something he had to do on his own. Healing comes from within alone. No one can help you do it. People can guide you, but you have to work at it. It’s fucking lonely sometimes, but it’s so, so worth it.

I used to loathe I’m Still Standing since i heard it so much at work, but the movie changed my entire perspective on it. I love the slow build up as he exits the rehab center. You don’t get thrown into something so happy and fast paced and fun after a cathartic climax you need to drink in. And the pan to his hat with the rainbow stripe to his smile. I get chills every time. Elton feels so right and secure and happy in himself. At first I thought it was a bit cheesy, but accepting your sexuality, especially after all the hell he went through during his life, grappling with unresolved trauma and fear of abandonment, he absolutely should wear it loud and proud. It’s easy to think times are much easier now being gay, and it shouldn’t be such a big deal. Relative to 1975, it is easier. But it doesn’t mean it’s not such a rough personal thing to work through if you’ve been spit on and resented all your life. Being gay, coming out, and accepting and being comfortable with that fact must’ve been such a HUGE milestone in Elton’s recovery and self-esteem.

Love me again after I’m still standing is perfect. The credits make me tear up every time. Jeez. What a good movie. What a good movie. Hit me up if you wanna talk about Rocketman because I absolutely will with you.

#like if you read pls #noah.txt #rocketman #elton john #rocket man #bernie taupin #richard madden #john reid

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