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King of my heart | extras | Mick and Yn create a playlist together

― Summary: Yn and Mick are still threading through their feelings, none of them yet aware of how deep it is. Some say that actions speak louder than words, but guess songs do too sometimes. ― Word count: 1.3k ― A/n: This can be read as a stand-alone, but it’s better when you’ve read the series. ― Warnings: mention of food; tooth aching fluff.

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“I created the playlist,” Yn shares once she finds Mick in the garage. It’s close to lunchtime, and some of the crew are already leaving to eat at the paddock cafeteria. George is pointing something to Mick on the computer to which he simply nods before turning to Yn. “I just sent you the Spotify link,” she adds.

His eyes take her in and he nods again. He wants to say a lot of things, how beautiful she looks, how he missed her the whole morning, how boring it felt without her laugh, how happy he is that she created the playlist, that way he’ll have yet another excuse to text her, but he just nods. A lot of the things that are going through Mick’s mind are making him choose to keep his lips sealed. He knows each little thing can and will be pointed to by his friends as catching feelings.

The worst thing is that he believes that maybe it is true.

Maybe he is falling for Yn.

His friend’s sister.

His co-worker's sister.

“What playlist?” George asks, poking his head in their direction and Yn rolls her eyes playfully.

“It’s nothing, you’re a driver, not a reporter, you don’t need to know everything,” her retort makes Mick throw his head back in laughter and even Russell himself can’t contain the snicker.

“You’ve been walking too much with Lando, you’re getting sassier,” the British points while taking off the headphones from around his neck.

“As it happens, I’ve actually been walking a lot with you, George.”

Mick snickers watching the whole interaction the way you watch a tennis match, head going from one side to the other to catch the faces the duo is making.

“Anyways, I gotta go have lunch, you two have fun,” Russell patted Yn’s and Mick’s back before leaving them alone in front of the computer.

“Are you having lunch in the cafeteria with everyone?” he asks but what he really wants to say is: would you like to have lunch with me?

Yn shakes her head, “I ordered lunch.”

“Oh-”

She adds before Mick can say something else, “I ordered two…you said you wanted to try that salad last time, and I thought-”

“Awesome! So we go through the songs while we eat lunch,” Mick has a small smile on his pink lips, whereas he’s jumping up and down inside.

Yn nodded, starting the track to one of the meeting rooms she used to work while in the garage. Mick is right behind her, and the silence until they reach the door is peaceful. Yn left the package by the table along with two bottles of water, but they settled on the couch sitting in front of each other. Shoes discarded on the ground, legs crossed.

“I already added one song, I’m sorry,” Yn starts and Mick nods, silently asking her to continue. “Die Hard, by Kendrick Lamar.”

“This song is amazing!”

“Do you like it?” Yn asks, smile wider this time, and Mick nods.

“Can I add Lost by Frank Ocean?” the blonde asks and Yn jumps up and down while still sitting.

“Yes!! Absolutely!!”

She digs her fork into the food before taking a bite. Mick sips his water, and then asks, “So, you add one I add one? And we only add the ones we agree on or? How’s this gonna work?”

“I think we can make a mix, no need to agree, we will listen to everything afterwards and then we can talk about the ones we never heard before… that is if you agree.”

“Well, I’ve never made a shared playlist like this before, so yeah, I agree.”

Yn smiles, “I do them all the time with Lewis, he hasn’t surrendered to Taylor Swift quite yet, but I always try,” Mick chuckles. “Anyways, I think we should add some classics like It Wasn’t Me, we were listening to it that day in the car, you remember?”

“Yeah, you sang that Mick song too.”

“Oh, Mick, you’re so fine, so fine you blow my mind,” she sang teasing him and the German rolled his eyes playfully, a flush creeping from his neck to his ears.

“Does she actually sing Mick?” he’s truly curious.

Yn shakes her head, “But I do,” the way she winks at him makes his stomach roll and feel cold in a strange yet good way. “She sings Mickey, but I think Mick fits better, don’t you think?”

Mick is at a loss for words, so he chooses to stuff his mouth with lettuce and shrug instead of answering. How could he answer? Were they flirting? What the hell was this feeling in his stomach?

“I propose we add the songs and go through it in real-time. Open the app there,” she points to his cell phone and Mick does as she says.

“You just added Iris by The Goo Goo Dolls,” he states and taps his fingers on the screen adding Tennessee Whiskey, watching Yn as she furrows her brows.

“I’ve never heard this one.”

“What?”

“Yeah, I don’t know much about Country music,” she confesses.

“I’ll add my favorite ones for you.”

Yn smiles at him.

They go about eating and adding songs to the playlist. There’s a smile and a giggle here and there, sometimes laughter, and frowns with the unknown songs.

Yn is sipping her water and looking at the phone, when she sees a new song pop on the list, “What does ‘schön’ mean?”

“I’m adding some German songs for you,” Mick explains, but Yn is not satisfied with the simple answer.

“‘Mkey, how do you say this?”

“Sch-ön,” he slowly mouths and she giggles.

“With kissy lips?” Mick nods. “Man, you Germans are kinda cute. You make kissy faces every time there’s a word with this thingy?”

“Umlaut,” he explains, holding back a chuckle. “And yeah, kinda.”

“So…what is this song about?” Yn asks, hitting play.

Mick watches as Yn bops her head to the rhythm, a grin on her plush lips and her eyes closed.

Du bist schön und es macht Spaß, dich anzuseh'n

(So schön)

Du bist schön und meine Augen sind verwöhnt

(Verwöhnt)

Du bist schön, uh, du bist schön

“What is he saying, Mouse?”

“You are beautiful, and fun to look at. You are beautiful and my eyes are… spoiled,” he tries to focus on the lyrics, but the second her eyes open and they find each other the song becomes mere background noise. “You’re beautiful,” this time his voice is a bit softer.

“Did he sing that again?”

Mick shakes his head, notices what he just did, and then nods.

“Yeah, it’s… it’s a simple song, it’s a good choice if you want to start learning some words in German.”

They go about adding songs in silence again, until Yn jumps from the couch hitting play on yet another song, “Oooh, this one’s good, you’ll like it!”

“Taylor Swift?”

“You were able to identify, that’s a good start. Yes. This one’s called Karma, it totally has your energy, Mouse.”

Mick furrows his brows in confusion and Yn starts walking around the room while explaining to him the story behind the music which took them over twenty minutes, but the Schumacher wasn’t bored, quite the opposite, he listened to everything, asking one question here and there, and chuckling at her enthusiasm.

It’s only when Lewis texts Mick telling him lunchtime is over that they wrap up their conversation, agreeing on adding songs to the playlist whenever they find something the other might like or should see.

“Thanks for lunch. Guess I owe you dinner now, huh?”

Yn sucks her bottom lip into her mouth, and Mick’s eyes drop slightly following the motion.

“Yup,” she nods. “See you in a few, Mouse.”

And when the door closes behind the blond Yn sighs. Her brother would have to forgive her. Not liking Mick was getting harder and harder.

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rassvetsky · 1 year

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heyyy 🤠 ! i saw that ur ask box is open so do you think you could write some fluff with Steve Rogers abt halloween ?? i’m really craving comfort rn 🥹🥹

im drunk therefore i can barely speak my native language let alone english, and this is a complete mess. i still hope you like it tho bby feel free to request something else if this isnt it :( love you so much fr id commit arson for you i think

Star Spangled Singer

part one | part two

steve rogers x reader

"When you're not sure what to wear for Tony's Halloween party, Steve comes up with a solution. Too bad that he earned a rival as a result, but he's always going to be your favorite Captain America, and you'll always be his favorite Star Spangled Singer."

[2k] | fem!reader, nothing worth adding as a warning except for maria hill because she's hot and her & reader would make a killer couple, mentions of the USO tour, alcohol intake, idk what this is tbh

reblog and/or like for a kiss, feedback much appreciated! not proofread.

"Can't I just go dressed up as… Myself?"

"Steve, that's not how Halloween works," you sighed, arms folded on your chest as you sat cross-legged on the bed right by Steve's legs. He was leaning on the bed frame, one hand keeping his book open from the lower end of it, the other swirling the marker around- and he looked so cozy that you felt a bit guilty about keeping him away from the world of his book. Sighing softly, you slowly moved closer to him and got under the covers, his arm immediately finding its way around your shoulders to keep you close to his chest. "Besides, I think Maria is already going as Captain America, so…"

The grimace which took its place on his face pulled a laugh out of you, as you patted his chest reassuringly, watching him as he carefully jammed the bookmark on the page he was left at. Setting the book down on the nightstand by his side, he wrapped both of his arms around you, slightly pulling you on top of him as you braced yourself on his chest, looking down at him with a silly grin. "What are you going as?"

"Dunno," you hummed happily, reaching to press your lips against his chin when you couldn't bear the lovesick expression he kept sending your way anymore. "I'm so hopeless when it comes to actually picking something. Might as well go dressed as your shield or something."

His warm laugh was enough to bring the smile on your lips even wider. "I might actually have an idea."

You don't even know how he found an exact replica, and you're not willing to ask but the next day, a couple of hours before the party, Steve came back to your shared room in the compound with a costume. Specifically, a Star Spangled Singers costume.

"Did the USO tour in the 40's with the group," he chuckled, watching your bewildered eyes as you ran your fingers through the soft fabric of the outfit, laid out across the bed. "What do you think? Too much?"

"I am going to look awesome with Maria, you have no idea."

A playful frown formed between his brows. "Really? While the actual Captain America is-"

"We both know you're gonna go with a shirt, Steve. Let's not try to fool each other." you giggled, slowly approaching his sitting figure to wrap your arms around his neck and let him pull you into his lap. "It's so cool. God, you're so cool- can't believe I'm dating this guy."

His soft laughter was muffled when he reached in to bury his face in your hair, tugging you closer to his chest as he did so. "You're going to look beautiful in it," he hummed. "Gonna give me the best kind of nostalgia."

"I thought you hated the USO tour-"

"Shut it," he whispered, earning a quiet chuckle from you. "Everything is bearable when it's with you."

Quite literally, every single negative thought he had about the tour vanished the second you walked into the room, hand to hand with Maria Hill who was indeed dressed as Captain America, tight star spangled suit actually fitting her so well that you thought maybe, she could pass as him if she wanted to.

But boy, oh boy; Steve couldn't keep his eyes off of you. Blue sleeveless vest with a deep V cut and three pairs of stars on the collar, flowy red and white skirt short enough to show just enough of your legs, adorned with a black pantyhose. You had a blue cap placed carefully on top of your styled hair, and white gloves going up halfway through your biceps; he couldn't help the way his gaze followed you through when you approached Tony and Nick with Maria, completely ignoring the way Sam nudged his side and waved towards your direction to get your attention. "Damn, she left you for another Captain America? That's cold."

You excused yourself, squeezing Maria's hand slightly before letting go, graceful strut clicking against the marble flooring as you made your way over to the duo. "Hey Wilson, who are you supposed to be?"

Sam faked offense, one hand dramatically going up to his chest to clutch it. "Excuse me? Nat King Cole?"

"I'm supposed to guess Nat King Cole just from the.. suit?"

"Why else would I wear a suit- alright, you know what Cover Girl, I'm gonna leave you and your star-struck boyfriend alone and get as drunk as I possibly could," he declared, giving Steve -who was still watching you with a smile on his lips- a pat on the shoulder before offering you a salute and walking away, towards Rhodey.

You finally returned your attention to your boyfriend then, meeting his sparkly gaze with a big smile. "Hey Cap."

"Wow."

"I know." you giggled. "Maria and I make quite the couple." Steve didn't react much to the joke, too busy staring at your maroon lips and the way they curved upwards- feeling red, white, blue fireworks going off in his chest.

Not that he wasn't used to seeing you all dressed- you could pull literally anything off, in his eyes. From tactical outfits to the silliest pajamas known to humankind, you always looked stunning to him, filling his insides with a boyish kind of giddiness, which he hid well through the serious exterior.

You approached him a bit more then, resting a glove-clad hand on his chest before reaching up to press a kiss against his cheek, trying to break him off of the trance he seemed to be under. "Earth to Rogers?"

"You look incredible," he chuckled, mostly to himself, before getting a hold of your hand to twirl you around once. You did so, rather gracefully, the flowy skirt going up and down in the most hypnotizing way possible. "I might have to keep you away from Maria at all costs. She might just forget to remain professional as Captain America."

"She's equally as hot so it kinda goes both ways," you shrugged, earning a playful scoff from him before he held your hand again, this time bringing it up to his lips to place a soft kiss on top. "Ooh, chivalrous."

"Can we- do you want- hold on, let me just," he cleared his throat as you bit down on your lower lip, holding back a laugh. "Can I get this beautiful lady a drink?"

"Did I just get you all flustered, Rogers?" you chuckled, slowly dragging him towards the bar as he laughed along, sheepish. "Good thing you have no idea what's under this outfit."

"What? Wait, what's under the outfit?" he asked, although his hopes of getting an answer died down quickly when the two of you met Natasha, Bruce and Clint by the bar. Clint, by the other side of the bar, immediately went in for a high-five with you before pulling out the bottle of champagne Tony opened earlier on. "Why is Steve incredibly under-dressed next to such lady?"

"Heard he's not the Captain anymore." Natasha chimed in, earning a laugh from the group as you nodded.

"Oh, yeah! Much more fun, working with Captain Hill." you purred, basking in the warmth Steve's hand on your waist provided. "Wonder where she is.."

"She's busy being given a headache by Tony," Natasha replied right after Clint handed the two glasses to Steve and you, earning a timid smile from you before you took a generous sip, letting the liquid burn down all the way through your throat. "The two of you by the door might've made me question my sexuality a little bit."

"Alright, can everyone just stop trying to bed my girlfriend?"

"Bed me? Oh my God, you're actually back in the 40's," you laughed, with Steve playfully rolling his eyes and tugging you closer to his side. "Might as well ask me to dance Waltz with you to Doja Cat."

"I might, actually-" but you cut him off with a quick kiss to his lips, before slowly stepping away from him with a wink, still holding onto your glass.

"That's too bad, a Star Spangled Singer only dances with Captain America herself!"

"I'm starting to get used to this thing," Maria twirled you around again, earning a hearty laugh from you when you nodded and did the same to her.

"You look badass in it. You should take on the name, seriously."

"Only if you agree to be my sidekick. But in that outfit."

"I don't think I could fight in high heels and a skirt-"

"You don't have to," she chuckled, shaking her head. "Just give me a thumbs up when I do good and sit pretty, that'd be good."

You laughed along, pulling her to your side tiredly when the music changed again. "I actually considered coming as Captain America's shield but then Steve pulled this out, so…"

"Steve was the one pulling this out?" she asked, giggling. "He knew what he was getting himself into, then."

"Mhm. Speaking of…" you trailed off, slowly pushing yourself apart from her embrace and reaching to fix her hair before smiling again. "I should find him. I kind of deserted him for you, hotshot."

"Best choice you've ever made." she chuckled and squeezed your hand one last time. "Have fun, m'kay?"

"You too." you hummed before walking away from her happily, eyes scanning through the room as you made your way over to the bar again. A squeak left you when you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist, pulling you close to his chest with a laugh. "Steve! You scared me."

"And you, miss, haven't answered my question." he spoke, right against your ear. You let out a soft chuckle at that. "What's under the outfit?"

"My endless love and adoration for a certain Steve Rogers." you replied seriously, causing him to laugh and hide his face on your neck. "For real. I got a Captain America trading card in my bra and that's like, all."

"I thought you meant something like, I don't know, a very patriotic lingerie set or…"

"Please don't bring politics into our bedroom," you chuckled, slowly turning around in his hold to wrap your arms around his neck and smile up to him. "I was messin' with you. Wanted to rile you up solely for my own amusement."

"Left your manners on the nightstand?"

"Exactly." you hummed, letting him pull you closer just to press his lips against the side of your forehead.

"Well, there's always the fourth of July for that, I hope." he shrugged, and you really wanted to just kiss him until his poor lungs went dry. "Say, what does one do with their girlfriend on a Halloween night?"

"Horror movies are on the table," you mumbled. "We'll steal beer from the kitchen- and of course, the candies Tony insisted on buying to give to trick-or-treaters as if any child ever comes around here."

"Sounds like a deal. But you'll keep the outfit on, right?"

"Only if you're gonna be the one to take it off when I'm too sleepy to do so."

You could still hear the music through the thick walls of the compound, although a lot more muffled. Your chest was against Steve's back as the two of you cuddled up on the bed, a low-budget horror movie from early 2000's on your TV while you absentmindedly played with his fingers, massaging his palm with your thumbs mostly to ignore the logical explanations he came up with for whatever demon was after the characters. "Stevie?" you looked up a bit, earning a hum from him.

"Yeah?"

You let your head fall back on his chest and closed your eyes, a smile forming on your lips. "You're my favorite Captain America, you know that, right? Even though Maria is a close second."

He laughed at that, arms wrapping around you a bit tighter before he left a kiss on your hair. "I know. And you're my favorite Star Spangled Singer."

"You'd lose your virginity to me in the 40's too?"

"Christ- who even told you about that?"

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flamesleafsjetscanes · 1 year

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ATTENTION HOCKEY TUMBLR

i know we only have one confirmed playoff series so far, but i was thinking of starting a playoff bracket league for everyone on here that wants to join!

i did one a couple seasons ago and we all just named our brackets after our url on here, but there wasn’t too many people that joined so it would be awesome if this reached more people this time!

if you see this and are interested, please reblog so we reach a wider audience (i don’t have a ton of followers so i don’t know if this is even gonna work)

#sheridan rambles #this is gonna flop i just know it #nhl #playoffs 2023 #hockey

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quicksandblock · 3 years

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MCYT Demographic Survey Part 2 RESULTS

IT’S TIME!!!

Once again, thank you so much to everyone who participated! 1,654 people total responded to this - about four and a half times as many respondents as the first survey. It’s honestly incredible. I’m so happy the rest of you are as interested as I am in this stuff :D

The increased turnout is also why these results are being posted two days later than I’d intended. I want to give a HUGE thank you to my friend @quincepastey and my sibling @orestes-swimming for helping me out, and by helping I do mean they did basically all of the technical stuff for me, because my knowledge of spreadsheets was not up to the task. So thank you to Cupid for organizing all the data from questions 3 and 4 into something comprehensible for me, and thank you to Kal for making the charts! They are absolutely the MVPs and everyone reading this should go check them out. Thank you guys so much <3

Reblogs of this post are very appreciated. It would be awesome if the info about the results could reach everyone who submitted a response, so if you reblogged my first post about this survey, please consider reblogging this one as well!

For your convenience, here’s a link to the results of the first survey I did six months ago. Now - on to the results!

Question 1: What is your age range?

Compared to the results of the first survey, we can see that things have changed a bit! Specifically, the fandom has shifted just a little bit older. The solid majority of the fandom is still in the 15-17 year old range, but it’s gone down from almost half to closer to 40%. Almost a third of the fandom are ages 18-20, up from close to a fifth six months ago. 21-25 year olds have increased from about 10% to about 14%. And the youngest segment, 13-14 year olds, have gone from almost 20% of the fandom down to 12% - the sharpest change of all.

Finally, nearest and dearest to my own heart, there are now 26 whole people in the fandom aged 26-30 and 9 people aged 30+. Old Squad is growing, folks. We are... the 2% 😎 Special shoutout to the person who said their 15 year old kid got them into the fandom. I hope you know just how cool you are.

These results are interesting, but it’s also impossible to say how accurate the data is. This survey and the previous one were only posted on my blog, and they only reached a wider audience through the reblogs of my followers. So do these changes reflect actual changes in the demographics of the fandom as a whole, or is it just that my followers (and the people who follow them) have shifted older? To try to avoid this bias in the future, I may reach out to some well-known younger bloggers and ask them to reblog the next survey I do so that I can reach a more even audience.

Question 2: What is your gender?

Apologies for the small text, but there were so many unique write-in answers that I wanted to include them all. You may want to open the image in a separate tab for better quality.

In contrast to the age question, the gender spread of the fandom has remained pretty much the same. About half the fandom is still female, the nonbinary crowd has increased from 20% to 25%, 7% of us are male, almost 7% are genderfluid, and about 5% are agender. Just like last time, most of the write-in responses fell into the vague categories of either genderqueer or questioning.

No surprises on this one! The fandom continues to be overwhelmingly female and queer. Next time I think I’ll include genderqueer and questioning as options to try to catch some of those people into a formal category. All y’all are so valid, especially the person who wrote in their gender as “soup” <3

The results for questions 3 and 4 will be under a cut, because I don’t want to completely destroy people’s dashes.

Before I get into the last two questions, a couple notes. First, I want to explain how I came up with the list of creators, since a lot of people were either excited or disappointed by the fact that a few different people were on there.

On the last survey, this question was a write-in, and I had to transcribe and collate all the answers by hand to come up with the actual number of people who followed each creator. For this survey, I simply took the list that came out of the previous one and pasted it in! I also added a few people who no one wrote in six months ago but who are much more prominent now (Ranboo being the biggest example). So if you were excited to see your favorite small creator listed as an option, they were there because someone wrote them in last time! And if you wrote in your favorite small creator here, they’ll be an option on the next survey. The list is entirely crowdsourced and it will expand with each survey.

That said, the same also applies for more controversial creators. Specifically, I’m talking about CallMeCarson. Several people questioned my decision to keep him on the list - and to be honest, I considered taking him out. But in the end I decided to leave him in as an option for the sake of completeness and consistency with the previous survey. I want to emphasize that this is not me condoning his actions. But for the sake of the data, I felt that it was best to leave him in.

That said, let’s move on to questions 3 and 4!

Question 3: What creator(s) do you primarily follow?

So, it’s harder to compare with the previous survey on this one, and that’s purely because on the previous survey I didn’t have the help I did here. The chart I was able to make for the results back in October was frankly trash. Also, the fact that I split “followed creators” into two questions - primarily and casually followed - definitely throws things off. However, we can still do a certain amount of comparison!

The most obvious change is Ranboo. He straight up was not on the previous survey at all - I think he’d been streaming for less than a month at the time. Now, about 55% of respondents listed him as someone they primarily follow. The Dream SMP itself has also jumped dramatically. Previously, about 5% of people wrote in Dream SMP. That has increased to over half. Quackity has gone from less than 2% to about 30%. Karl has gone from 4% to 30%. Phil has gone from about 8% to a little under 50%. The SBI have jumped from 11% to over 40%.

Techno has gone from about 50% to over 60%. Tommy has gone from 45% to over 55%. Wilbur has jumped from 43% to 55%. Tubbo has remained steady at about 38%.

Dream has apparently dropped some of his following percentage-wise, falling from 50% to about 35%. However, George, Sapnap, and the Dream Team itself have all jumped from 10-12% to almost 30%.

I’m not going to go over the rest of the list, because that would just get way too long. However, I will drop a link to the spreadsheets of data for this survey and the previous one, so anyone who wants to can do some comparison of their own!

Question 4: What creators do you casually follow?

I won’t do as detailed of a comparison on this question, because there’s nothing to compare it to - this question wasn’t on the previous survey. However, it’s interesting to see how many more people follow Fundy, Nihachu, BadBoyHalo, Captain Puffy, Eret, Awesamdude, and Jack Manifold casually rather than as a primary favorite. Out of the top twelve, Karl, Quackity, Phil, and Tubbo are the only ones who don’t have a major discrepancy between the amount of people who follow them casually versus primarily.

I would be curious to hear people’s thoughts on why that’s the case! Personally, I would guess it’s a combination of each of their approaches to lore on the Dream SMP, the frequency and times of day that they stream, and the people they tend to make content with and be associated with by the fandom. I may go into that more later, but this post is already very long, so I’ll hold off for now. Here’s a link to this question’s spreadsheet for anyone who wants to take a closer look!

...And that’s a wrap! Good grief, this got long. Kudos to anyone who actually read the whole thing because I know my attention span would be challenged. I’m already thinking about the next survey - a couple people suggested that I add in questions about orientation and nationality, and while I want to keep the survey pretty tight in its scope, I am considering it. It would be even more data to process but it would be interesting to know!

I would love to hear people’s thoughts on these results! I’m only one person, so I know there’s interesting stuff I must have missed. Please, please feel free to reblog with your thoughts and observations! A lot of work went into this (both from me and from Cupid and Kal! Thank you guys again!), so I’m really hoping to hear what people think about it :D

I plan to reblog this and reply to some of the things people wrote in at the end, so stay tuned for that. And once again: thank you all for your interest in this project of mine <3 See you with another one in six months!

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raibebe · 3 years

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Neo CreaTures

Hello and welcome to my first ever collab call to celebrate me hitting a huge follower milestone! This is dedicated to everyone who loves the supernatural – like me – and enjoys writing a little more interesting creatures than just vampires and werewolves – which of course are still lovely. Under the cut you’ll find a list of awesome creatures to turn our favorite boys into – or even the reader if that’s the route you want to go. Our main theme is it to have some fun and post a variety of different spooky or not so spooky fics throughout October to spread our love for the supernatural. To claim a spot, simply dm me @raibebe your member and creature of choice and I’ll add you to this post as long as the spot is still up for claim.

Reblogs are appreciated even if you chose to not enter the collab to reach a wider audience!

rules

As always: First come, first serve

The fic has to be about the chosen member, meaning he is supposed to be the main character, you’re of course allowed to add in as many of the others as you want

You can bend the lore/appearance of your creature of choice how you may seem fit. Just don’t start telling me dwarfs turn into wolves every full moon.

Deadline is October 31st 2021

Minimum word count is 2k. This should be doable, it’s a lot of time until October. If you choose to write it in multiple parts, just send me the part you want to have linked on the masterlist.

No timestamps/drabbles, bullet points, social media AUs or reactions. Fics. That’s it.

Open to all genres, it doesn’t have to be horror or gory but I would love to read some darker pieces that are perfect for the season

If you want to include smut in your work, you have to be of age. No exceptions.

Even though all NCT members are of age, please refrain from writing smut for Jisung, Chenle and Sungchang, since otherwise Jisung will call the police on us.

Tag your work accordingly if you have potentially triggering stuff in it. When in doubt – you should probably tag it. But you can always ask which brings me to the next point:

Joining the discord is not mandatory but I’d encourage you to because it’s a great way to get to know your fellow writers and maybe ask for advice or just to chat about our boys.

That’s also where I’ll post announcements and stuff

Please tell me if you’re changing URLs or want to step out of the collab or can’t meet the deadline, which is both fine and can be negotiated

Please reblog this post after getting accepted so we can reach a wider audience.

For further questions just dm me!

Members

Taeil - @fan-but-no-art | Angel

Johnny -

Taeyong – @ncteaxhoe | Fairy

Yuta – @sly-merlin | Naga

Kun - @moonctzeny | Succubus

Doyoung - @just-come-baek | Mermaid

Ten - @jaesqueso | Werecat

Jaehyun - @127-mile | Ghoul

Winwin -

Jungwoo - @heejinnien | Elf

Lucas - @justonedaywithmysunshine | Genie

Mark - @alreadyblondenow | Zombie

Xiaojun - @key201303 | Guardian Angel

Hendery - @soliverse | Witch

Renjun - @moondustaeil | Kitsune

Jeno - @sparklysung | Incubus

Haechan –

Jaemin - @raibebe | Demon

Yangyang - @yangyanghater | Yokai

Shotaro - @chittapornswife | Nale Ba/Nishi Dak

Sungchan - @sichengscult | Warlock

Chenle - @flowerboykun | Merman

Jisung - @armysantiny | Shapeshifter

List of creatures to choose from.

Some creatures are fairly similar but I wanted to give you as many choices as I could come up with without having to choose absolutely crazy creatures. As said before you’re free to bend the lore of the creatures, this is just a guide – mostly off of Wikipedia – to some of the lesser known creatures. Warning: Some creatures are darker and more gore-y than others. The descriptions are as ungraphic as possible.

Vampire: A living corpse that feeds on the blood of the living to survive

Werewolf: A human with the ability to shapeshift into the form of a wolf

Werecat: A human with the ability to shapeshift into the form of a feline

Angel: A pure, benevolent intermediary between humans and god, protectors and guiders for humans, servants of god

Guardian angel: Godsend protector and guider for humans

Fallen angel: Angel that has become tainted by sin and fell from heaven

Devil: Ruler of the underworld, personification of evil and temptation

Demon: Supernatural creature usually associated with evil and sin

Incubus: Male demon that gains his energy from engaging in sexual activity

Succubus: Female demon that gains her energy from engaging in sexual activity

Yokai: Spirits and monsters in Japanese folklore, ranging from mischievous and malevolent creatures believed to cause misfortune and harm to some that are considered to bring good fortune

Ghost: Soul or spirit of a dead person that can appear to the living

Poltergeist: Type of ghost responsible for physical disturbance, often bound to the places the soul died in

Warlock: Male practitioner of witchcraft

Witch: Female practitioner of witchcraft

Necromancer: Practitioner of magic involving communication with the dead

Genie/Jinn: Neither innately evil or good spirit

Shapeshifter: A human possessing the ability to physically transform their body

Ghoul: Demon-like creature associated with graveyards and consuming human flesh

Zombie: Undead revenant

Siren: Creature half bird and half woman who lures sailors by the sweetness of her song

Mermaid/Merman: Aquatic creature with an upper body in human form and the tail of a fish

Nymph: Minor nature deity, generally regarded as personifications of nature, tied to a specific place or landform

Dryad: Tree nymph

Fairy: Magical creature with human appearance, magical powers and a penchant for trickery

Elf: Beings with magical powers and supernatural beauty, ambivalent to humans, capable of either helping or hindering them

Gnome: Diminutive spirit that typically lives underground

Dwarf: Entity hat dwells in mountains and in the earth, associated with wisdom, smithing, mining and crafting

Satyr: Bawdy male nature spirit with horse/goat like legs, ears and horns

Centaur: Creature with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a horse

Naga: Creature with the upper body of a human and the lower body of a snake

Harpy: Half human, half bird personification of storm winds

Dragon: Large, serpentine creature that breathes fire

Kitsune: In Yōkai folklore, all foxes have the ability to shapeshift into human form they have the ability to trick others but are also portrayed as faithful guardians, friends, lovers, and wives

Phoenix: Long-lived bird that cyclically regenerates or is otherwise born again, often through burning his body and being reborn from the ashes

Basilisk: Legendary reptile reputed to be a serpent king, who can cause death with a single glance

Unicorn: Beast with a single large, pointed, spiraling horn projecting from its forehead, often portrayed as horse-like

#nct #nct 127 #nct dream #wayv #collab call #nct collab call #nct collab #nct fic #wayv fic #wayv collab call

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popculturebuffet · 3 years

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Blog Updates: New Patreon Stretch Goals, Patreon Exclusive Reviews, New Story Arcs and Other Stuff

MHello everyone. For those of you seeing this through other tags my name is Jake. I do reviews on here that are usually full sumaries of an episode of a tv show or comic, with jokes and analsyis throughout. I’m doing this post as i’ve recently revamped by patreon a bit, check out VIA THIS LINK if your curious. I also have some other stuff going on with the blog that I thought might intrest the general public and especially you lovely followers. Thank you guys so much. Your support means a lot and feel free to interact with this post and any of the reviews. it’s always a pleasure. Leave your comments whatever. So let’s start with the patreon stuff

You Decide the Next Patreon Exclusive Review!:

Yes YOU will decide the Patreon Exclusive review for May. How? It’s simple: i’m currently reviewing the Lilo and Stitch crossover episodes, the first two this week with the American Dragon Jake Long crossover “Morpholomew” done yesterday, the Proud Family episode “Spats” coming later this week, and “Rufus” (Kim Possible) and “Lax” (Recess) coming next week and the week after that respectively.

As a way to gage intrest in the shows crossed over, and if I should review some of them on their own, i’m going to be watching the notes, and after the first week i’ll record how many a review got. This way the first review dosen’t get an advantage over the last and so on. Whichever episode gets the most votes wins and it’s show will get two reviews: One exclusive to Patreon in may you can check out for just a buck, and one for all of ya in June. So if you want to dragon up, get louder and prouder, check out what the sitch is, or have some recess, keep an eye on my blog and check out the review. Like it reblog, it, both. This is all in your hands. And if this little contest works out I may do another one like it in the future.

New Patreon Stretch Goals!:

For those unfamiliar with Patreon it’s a site that helps creators like me get paid for their work, used by such luminaries as Linkara, Pushing Up Roses and greatest of all Rifftrax.

Stretch Goals are an amount of money I get a month from patreons, that’s readers like you paying me. Even a buck a month would help a lot and help me put out a reviews and LIVE off doing this. But it’s a two way street so in order to entice you lovely people into paying me for doing my job and my passion with these reviews, i’ve updated the tiers, adding a wider and better range of rewards. I’m currenntly up to 15 dollars a month, or close enough that i’ve acitivated those rewards. And if you help me hit these tiers EVEYRONE gets PUBLIC, on here, for free reviews. Thanks to my lovely patreons Emma and Kevin you all are getting reviews of the first 5 Ducktales episode, aka Legend of the Golden Suns, with the second coming as soon as I finish this post. Even a buck helps us reach closer and for your dollar you get access to the discord, exclusive reviews, and to pick a short any time I review a bunch of shorts. And with Goofy’s birthday coming up next montha nd Donald’s after that, now is the best time for that. 5 dollar patreons also get one review as month, with 10 dollar ones getting two. You’ve already probably seen some of these: Kev has used one of his a month to have me review a house of mouse episode every month, and newest patreon and longtime friend Emma is using them to have me review the netflix dr. seuss adaptation “Green Eggs and Ham”. So whatever YOU want me to review I will and you’l lhelp unlock even MORE great reviews. So what do you get if you hit the goals? I’m glad you asked.

We’re up to 15 so next is...

20 Dollar Tier: Ducktales 87 Season 2 Mini Series!: Yes indeedy. Already on the Docket was the Super Ducktales Arc, which introducices the OG GIZMODUCCCKKKKK. But since that apparenlty wasn’t enough i’ve also added the OTHER mini series. While i’ll do super first since that’s the one with higher fan intrest once tha’ts done i’ll also review Time is Money, the time travel arc bringing in everyone’s faviroite scrappy Bubba. So if you want a buncha cruncha retro Ducktales pony up. But that’s not all the disney afternoon I got for this tier.

A Darkwing Duck Episode A MOnth: This one has also been promoted every time I could and still stands. If you like that mind behind the shadow disguise, that daring duck of mystery, that champion of right, then you’ll get one review a month about him, as voted on by you patreons.

Danny Phantom: The Ultimate Enemy: And since neither of these have helped me so far and stepping back into Amity Park made me realize how much I love the series, even if it’s creator is a 80 tons of smug asshole packed into a t-shirt he thinks is cooler than it is. So it only felt right to add the ghost boy to the tier and the best way to kick that off is with it’s second best, and only barely second behind Reign Storm, episode: The Ultimate Enemy! Danny finds his future is imperfect and must battle his own evil self! If you want my thoughts on one of the series finest hours, then help me hit 20 bucks a month to keep making content.

25 Dollar Tier:

I removed the Tail Spin content, though rest assured I will be covering Plunder and Lightning sometime this year. But what I replaced it with is even better.

One Danny Phantom Review a Month: YOu like teen superheros? you like ghosts? you like me slagigng off about butch hartman and trying to make it crystal clear his creation dosen’t wholly belong to him? Then you’ll like me reviewing Danny Phantom. And while i’m already doing that, this goal gaurantees one episode a month, and said episode will be voted on by my patreons. So if you pay for this you’ll not only get your monthly dose of going ghost.. but you’ll get a chance to PICK what it is.

Disney Shows To Movies Trilogy : I’ve decided to make it a tradition for my 15 dollar stretch goals to do a bunch of disney movies. And like with my last batch, which you’ll be seeing in may, i’m doing tv shows that got their own movies, theatrical or otherwise. And this time we’re doing MY generatoin: Kim Possible: So The Drama, the best story in the show’s histroy and the best movie in the Disney Channels! Recess: Schools Out! The suprisingly bonkers unsurprisingly awesome finale to an awesome show! and The Proud Family Movie, another UTTERLY BATSHIT finish to a great show. Lost at Sea and Seconds: This one’s for my scottaholics, fourth part of my Scott Pilgrim retrospective coming this week!. If you like me taking a look at Scott’s quest to punch the fuck out of his girlfriends exes while growing up a little, then if you help me get to the 30 dollar tier, i’ll also take a look at O’Malley’s other graphic novels Lost at Sea, which follows a girl who lost her soul and her boyfriend on a trip with what may be Young Neil’s older sister, and Seconds, the story of a woman with issues growing up who finds the ablitlity to travel through time.. or is it space? And some of you savvier readers my know he has nother comic. Where’s that one? wellllll

30 Dollar Tier:

Snotgirl: I’m saving this one for this tier. Reviews of each collected volume of snotgirl, Bryan’s first ongoing series, all three so far and any more to come about, unsuprisingly, a hot mess of a person, this time who might’ve done a murder. You know instead of defintely did a murder but in self defnese and with a longsword.

Gravity Falls Season 1!: One of Disney’s finest finally on this blog. All season 1 episodes reviewed in some way in some shape in some form. Star Vs Finale Arc!: You’ve heard me bitch about the problems in Tom’s story, and wil lcontinue to. Now see the terrible way everyone elses ends! From an amazing build up to an awful finish, see reviews of Every story relevant season 4 episode from Butterfly Follies to Cleaved that won’t already be covered in my tom retrospective. It’s a road to crushing disapointment, come on inside!

35 Dollar Tier: More Disney TV Adaptations!: Doug’s First Movie! See Doug get really fucking weird in his sea monster based movie with a punch line of a name! Teachers Pet, a great movie out of a show I barely saw! Kim Possible Live action! it’s suprisingly okay! and Recess Taking the Fifth: a compliation movie for a season we sadly never got.

Gravity Falls Season 2: Buillding on the first reward Gravity Falls Reviews will go beyond the first season and finish the job. From zombies, to dipcifica, to ford to weirdmageddon, I’m doin it all.

40 Dollar Tier:

Two HUGE Disney Focused Comics Retrospectives!

Darkwing Duck: In addition to the show, i’ll start reviewing the awesome follow up comic that got me into it. From the start to both finishes: the unathorized crossover finale and the sadly short lived sequel series from joe books, the worst mistake disney ever made that wasn’t racist, before Artemis Fowl said hold my beer. Also the short lived Ducktlaes series because why not.

The Incredibles!: The Family Dynamic! A comprehensive retrospective featuring reviews of the movie, the Mark Waid followup, the sequel that ignores said followup and the incomparable Christos Gage’s followup to THAT movie. Also that wonderfuly awful failed tv pilot bob made that he and lucius did a mst3k of.

45 Dollar Tier:

Disney Flims Lilo and Stitch a Thon: All four lilo and stitch movies, Lilo and Stitch, Lilo and Sitch 2, Stitch and Leroy and Stitch! All the hawaii, aliens and sequels you can handle!

Amphibia Season 1: I’ve done Season 2 as it comes out, i’ll be doing the same for season 3, so help me get here to see the start at least once a month, but two at a time!

50 Dollar Tier: The last one for now. I’ll probably go to 10 dollar tiers after this.

The Owl House Season 1: While I wait for the second season to start so I can cover it, have me do the rest of season 1! The only exceptions are the already covered Enchanted Grom Fright and the earmarked for pride month wing it like witches!

The Two Loves and 87 Mistakes of Mordecai: A regular show romancetrospective, as we go through the downs, ups, higher ups and crushing lows of Modercai’s romantic arcs from regular show. His crush on margert, making his move, moving on, moving on to cj, and then the horrible cluster fuck I’ve talked about nonstop and will again and again as one of the worst romantic arcs in memory as they shot the relationship in the foot head and groin! Force me to relive it all!

So yeah I’ll add more tiers, again probably 10 dollars apart if I get to 50, but given I barely got to 15 i’m not optimistic. PROVE ME WRONG. HELP ME HIT 50.

Other Stuff:

Finally outisde of Patreon, that was the main reason for this, I have news on my various arcs. For one thing i’ll be trying to keep the pace better, so expect at least one entry a month for ones i’m doing on my own time like the tom retrospective, life and times and Scott pilgrims. Ones kev does will be done weekly to keep my wallet afloat.

I also have two more retrospectives incoming! The first is paid for by Kev: I’l lbe tackling ALL THREE SEASON 2 ARCS OF DUCKTALES 2017. After the headache of trying to cram the della arc into three weeks to keep up with the lena one, I decided i’td be better for pacing if I did all three at once and kev agreed to it, if using his patreon reviews to cushion the blows. So starting next month i’ll be covering the Louie, Della and Glomgold/Owlson arcs, swapping between them in episode order. With that I should be FAR closer to having covered every ducktales episode. Granted i’ll still have 17 to cover, but it’ll make that much more managable.

The second comes in June specifically timed for Pride Month. With Scott Pilgrim Wrapping up in August just in time for the movie’s anniversary, I decided to start covering another one of my faviorite comics of all time. It’s time to transform, roll out and make this precoius it’s Transformers More than Meets the Eye! For those of you unfamiliar it’s an idw comic that follows a rag tag group of transformers, about half of them gay or gay coded, on a mission to find the lost knights of cybertron and bring ballance to a post war cybertron.. which quickly devloves into hyjinnks with a side order of heartrending deaths and charcter development... and references to dexy’s midnight runners.

So that’s all for now. thank you for reading, please support my patreon as the next pay term is at the start of next month, so if you want me to start on any of those stretch goals, nows the time. Please help me earn a living and until all are one, i’ll see you at the next rainbow.

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Devil’s Nectar

Summary: What happens to Thomas and the Sides when the stressed out, responsible man drinks wine after Putting Others First? Hint: it involves humor and character development.

This is my first fix-it fic, and it comes at the request of @heavy-metal-papillon, who came up with the premise of the fic! I hope you enjoy this!

A/N: If you liked this, please reblog. It is the only way to help this fic reach a wider audience.

TW: very light angst, like almost no angst, fairly heavy drinking, drunkeness, and a bit of social awkwardness.

Word count: 1469

AO3 here!

Fic Masterlist here!

Ughhhhhhh, why’d they have to be nice? Why couldn’t they be rude? That would be so much easier! Wait, shit, no it wouldn’t what the fuck is wrong with me?! No, it’s okay, bad thoughts don’t mean I’m a bad person.

Thomas took a deep breath and ran his hands over his face. Guess I’m not the only one having a crisis. Shit, poor Roman, poor… everyone.

He turned idea after idea over in his mind, trying to figure out how to repair the relationships between his Sides. He was realizing more and more how very little he actually knew about them. He could see why Roman would be upset, hell, Thomas figured he himself would be pretty pissed off. And Virgil, Janus, and Remus had a history, and it didn’t seem very positive.

Thomas took a break from his thoughts to ground himself. Looking around the room, his eyes landed on the video lights.

I just released a video, I should be good for a while. No meetings tomorrow, everyone’s getting a break… fuck it.

He pushed himself up from the couch, walked over to the cabinets, opened them, and realized he had no wine glasses left. He felt Logan looking over his glasses at him.

“Yeah, yeah, I get it,” Thomas muttered. He grabbed his largest coffee mug, opened a cheap bottle of wine, and filled his mug. He downed half of it in one go, coughing a bit at the end. He refilled his mug, grabbed the rest of the bottle, and flopped onto the couch. A noir film, Lost Highway, caught his attention. He was sold when he saw it had Bill Pullman in it.

He drank mindlessly, until the movie was almost done and he went to pour himself another mug of wine, when no more wine came out of the bottle. Thomas frowned.

I don’t even feel tipsy, is this wine company ripping people off? He stood, or at least tried to, but fell back on the couch.

Oh shit. Guess they’re not ripping people off.

Thomas leaned back and spread his arms over the back of the couch, only for Virgil to appear.

“You good?” Virgil slurred.

Thomas raised his eyebrows. “You good?”

Virgil swayed, said “No,”, and fell onto the couch, face on the top of the cushion. Thomas sighed deeply and patted his head, earning him a hiss.

“You’re drunk, I gotta protect you.”

“And you’re doing awesome. I’m not injured.”

“Dope.”

Thomas chuckled. “Didn’t realize I was drinking that much.”

“And you’re a lightweight,” Virgil added, voice muffled.

“Whatever, you’re worse off than I am,” Thomas teased.

“I’m your autono- autota- automor- I’m your breathing brain stuff, I’m gonna get more affected.”

“‘Breathing brain stuff’?”

“Shut up.”

Thomas laughed heartily.

“I believe what Virgil was trying to say is ‘autonomic nervous system’.”

Virgil snapped and finger-gunned at Logan. Thomas and Logan got Virgil situated so his head was laying on Thomas’ lap, and in less than a minute he was passed out. Logan kept infodumping as he got a blanket and glass of water for Virgil.

“...ethanol is broken down in many steps, most notably in the liver, where it is broken down into acetaldehyde via interaction with alcohol dehydrogenase. Acetaldehyde is extremely toxic and a powerful carcinogen, but it’s usually quickly metabolized into acetate, and then turned into water and carbon dioxide in places besides the liver. Acetate has many industrial uses, and is the base for many more complex molecules...”

Thomas nodded and made sounds at what he hoped were appropriate intervals, alcohol causing him to lose track of the conversation frequently.

“‘TIS I, YOUR CREATIVITY!!!”

Thomas and Virgil both jumped, although Virgil settled quickly, not fully regaining consciousness.

“Do not wake the Virgil,” Logan warned.

Roman waved carelessly, and the next moment Virgil had thick headphones on.

“There! Now our emo won’t hear a thing!” Roman declared. “Who wants to sing karaoke?”

Thomas looked down at Virgil, who was sleeping soundly. “Sure, why not.”

“Wonderful!” Roman summoned a speaker, microphone, and lyric display. “I’ll begin! Celine Dion, what do you have in store for us tonight?!”

“Celine Dion?!” Patton said excitedly, rising up next to the couch. “Oh Roman, you’re always such a good singer!” his voice cracked as he started getting choked up. He brought his fists up to his face and whispered, “You truly have a gift.”

“Well of course I do!” Roman said as the opening strains to My Heart Will Go On. Patton sat down next to Logan, moved to tears by Roman’s performance. Logan gave him a tissue and awkwardly patted his back while spouting facts, more quietly now that Roman was taking the spotlight.

A few more songs later, and Patton had settled against Logan, who was starting to drift off. Thomas had cracked open another bottle of wine to keep his buzz, and Roman was living for the attention.

“Thank you, thank you! What shall I sing next?”

“How about Evil Night Together?”

Roman jumped and looked at Janus warily. “I do quite enjoy that song, I know how it goes of course, but it’s been a while since I’ve sang it.”

Janus twirled his hand, and a sparkly yellow and black microphone appeared in his hand. “I can accompany you, if you’d like?”

Roman was still watching him from out of the corner of his eye. “Accompany?”

Janus nodded his head, looking Roman head-on. “Yes, accompany. It’s your turn to take center stage.”

Roman was still for a moment, before nodding and sending Janus a small smile. “Right then. Shall we?”

The opening strains played, sultry chords moving through the air.

“I'll hold your hand while they drag the river

“I'll cuddle you in the undertow

“I'll keep my hand on your trigger finger

“I'll take you down where the train tracks go

“Let's wile away the hours

“Let's spend an evil night together”

Patton was watching them, transfixed. Logan had fully passed out, lightly snoring with his head leaning against the back of the couch. Roman started singing less confidently, and Patton gasped in shock.

Janus took over, switching to sing the first part while Roman took the harmony.

“Who's gonna make you a hero

“Who's gonna blow you away

“Who's gonna make you a hero

“Hold it right there

“It's a multiple down in solitary

“And you'll uncover the evidence

“Shanghaied by a fishnet stocking

“I'll hold you close while they dust for prints.”

Roman looked at Janus, surprised. Janus met Roman’s gaze, earnest and vulnerable. Roman straightened his back, the ghost of a smile on his face.

“No need for cake or flowers

“Let's spend an evil night together.”

The song died down, and Roman grinned, offering his hand. Janus took his silently, and they shared a firm handshake while Patton squealed.

“I’m so happy for you two!!”

Roman puffed out his chest. “Glad you are, padre!”

Patton bounced in his seat. “Let me get Logan settled, and then let’s dance!!”

He got Logan a blanket and a glass of water to match Virgil’s while Roman and Janus set up an elaborate dance floor.

“Will you be joining us, Thomas?”

Thomas affectionately patted Virgil’s shoulder. “Nah, I’m a pillow right now, and I think I’m too drunk to dance anyways.”

“Fair enough! Let’s dance bitches!” Roman exclaimed as he snapped. Disco lights came on, and Patton joined the two other Sides on the dance floor.

“Do you remember

“The very first night of September,”

Roman lifted Patton by the waist and spun him, Patton and Thomas laughing. The songs cycled through, the Sides never losing energy, until a slow song came on.

Roman was panting. “I should sit this one out, I need to hydrate!” Roman sat on the couch next to Logan, closed his eyes, and immediately began snoring loudly.

Patton giggled quietly. Janus moved to stand in front of Patton.

“Patton, may I have this dance?”

Patton bit his lip. “You sure? I’m no good at dancing.”

“That’s quite alright, I can lead.”

Patton smiled meaningfully. “As long as you lead, we should be good.”

Janus swallowed to hide how choked up he was getting. “Very well.”

Thomas watched as the two new friends danced slowly, Patton giggling and looking down nervously, and Janus carefully leading him through simple steps. The song wound down, and Janus waved the scene away.

“I think it’s time to get some sleep, what do you think?” Patton asked.

Janus just nodded over towards Thomas, who had joined the other Sides in sleep. Patton smiled.

“Good point. I’ll… see you later, Janus?”

Janus smiled, unguarded. “Yes, you will.”

The next morning, everyone was hungover, and Roman, Virgil, and Thomas barely remembered a thing, but they didn’t miss how much more comfortable Patton and Janus seemed around each other.

#janus sanders fanfiction #sanders sides fanfiction #janus sanders #patton sanders #thomas sanders #logan sanders #roman sanders #virgil sanders #sanders sides #ts sides #sanders sides fanfic #alcohol #crack #humor

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Where You Want My Lipstick Part Four

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Notes: Not beta-read.

Thanks for all of the likes/comments/reblogs/replies. I’ll be honest, I was pretty nervous posting this story and the positive feedback has made me feel way more confident, so yeah. Thank you!!

The warnings below lists a running/growing list of warnings that vary from chapter to chapter. Not everything on the list below will be in every chapter.

Warnings: This fic has explicit sexual content.

Sugar daddy-esque relationship, oral sex, dirty talk, fingering, vaginal sex, Daddy kink mention, Dom/Sub dynamics, alcohol, under-negotiated kinks, possessive behavior, jealousy, public sex, cock warming, shower sex, phone sex, praise kink If you dislike these, please don’t read. Thank you. Pairing: Andy Barber x Reader Summary: I had gone over to his every Friday for the past two months like clockwork, and my friends had complained that I never went out with them any more.

I can't come over tonight.

I had been hesitant to send the message, but the sooner I sent it, the better. I felt Andy's head turn toward me in my periphery. I had gone over to his every Friday for the past two months like clockwork, and my friends had complained that I never went out with them any more.

AB: Everything okay?

Promised some friends I'd go out.

Mad?

AB: Course not, sweetheart.

I smiled at that, careful not to turn the full force of it in his direction as our boss drew his attention to the case at hand.

AB: Why don't you come over afterward? You can stay the night and we can make up for lost time on Saturday.

I did glance over at Andy then, taking in his strong profile before I looked back down at my laptop.

Sounds good to me.

My phone buzzed as I was getting ready. I'd already done my hair and picked out what I was going to wear. I had thrown on a ratty old tank top to do my makeup in and was nearly done when I heard the FaceTime ring. I frowned as I reached for it, then flushed when I saw who it was -- or rather, what it said.

'Sir' was at the top of my screen, with a black heart emoji beside it. I rolled my eyes a little, trying to push down the initial bout of excitement that welled up in me before I answered it.

Andy appeared on my screen, smiling. He was home, on his couch, it looked like, but still in his work clothes.

"Hey," I greeted.

"Hi there," He said, grinning.

"When did you put your number in my phone?" I asked.

"Few weeks ago, you left it open. I didn't do any snooping, I promise," He added. I hummed, setting the phone down on the soap dish so that I could see Andy as I finished off my makeup. I didn't really care, even if he had done some snooping - there wasn't much to snoop through.

"You miss me already?" I teased, glancing down at the camera. It wasn't exactly a flattering angle, but he didn't seem to mind.

"Feels weird without you here," Andy admitted, catching me off-guard. I had figured he'd brush it off with a joke or tease me back.

"Feels weird to not be there," I returned before I looked back at the mirror, picking up my lipstick and putting it on. It was one that he had bought me - a reddish-brown called Americano. I held the tube up for Andy's approval and he chuckled, nodding,

"Good choice."

I leaned into the camera, puckering up as if to kiss it before I picked the phone up, heading into my room. Andy and I chatted about my friends, where we were going. We typically frequented the same places, but tonight they insisted on trying somewhere new.

"You might have fun," Andy offered, "Maybe more fun than your usual place. Maybe it'll become your new usual." I shrugged, unconvinced, and sat on the edge of the bed, eyeing the time. I didn't want to be late.

"I'd be having fun if I was with you," I pouted. Andy looked thoughtful for a moment before his hand came up and loosened his tie.

"Well, we could have a little fun now."

I raised a brow, watching the mischievous smile that spread over Andy's lips.

"What kind of fun?"I asked.

Andy didn't answer.

In fact, he hung up.

I blinked at my phone for a few seconds as if I had done something wrong, or the phone had, but when it didn't immediately wink back to life, I tossed it on my bed with a mutter of, "Fucking men". I got up, tugging my tank top over my head and tossing it into the hamper in the corner of my room.

My phone rang before I could get my dress on- its usual ring, not Facetime. I walked over to it, wary, and eyed the contact before I answered, bringing it up to my ear.

"What are you wearing?" Andy's voice rasped in my ear, and I couldn't help the laugh that left me.

"You saw what I was wearing," I pointed out.

"Only part of it. Besides, I wanna hear it from you. Now get yourself comfortable, sweetheart."

I hesitated before I climbed onto my bed, laying down, pressing the phone to my ear.

"Settled?" Andy asked.

"Uh huh... Are you?"

"Don't worry about me," Andy excused.

"But--" I stopped myself, squirming in my place.

"But what?" Andy urged.

"... Want this to be good for you, too, sir," I said quietly.

"Oh, sweetheart, it will be," He soothed, and I felt myself relax a little more.

"I'm wearing the black lace bra and panty set you bought me," I admitted, smoothing my freehand over one of the lace cups of the bra. Andy made an interested sound.

"Didn’t you have a shirt on a moment ago?" he asked. I blushed as if he was there, staring me down.

"I-- I took it off when you hung up. I was going to get dressed, I didn't think you were gonna call back." Andy laughed, and I was glad he couldn't see how embarrassed I was.

"I wouldn't abandon you like that," He promised, "Interesting pick for a night out with the girls, though. Hoping you'll get lucky?"

"Not when I'm out with them, no."

"Oh? You have other plans?"

I rolled my eyes. Was he really going to make me say it?

"Well, I believe the plan is for me to come over to yours afterward," I reminded him.

"So you're wearing them for me?"

"No, I'm wearing them for me. You're just going to benefit from how hot I feel when I wear them."

"Do you now?" Andy asked. "What about them makes you feel hot?"

I licked my lips, thinking.

"The bra makes my boobs look really good," I said finally, trailing my hand over the lace again before I slid it down to the band of the thong, "And the thong makes my ass look awesome-- And..."

"And what?"

"And... Well sometimes it rides up a little in the front. And if I'm wearing jeans and the seam hits in just the right spot..." I sighed, slipping my finger into my underwear and trailing it over my pussy lips.

I heard Andy shifting on the other side of the phone, the tell tale 'clink'ing of his belt buckle as he undid it. I closed my eyes, sliding the rest of my hand under the waistband and pressing lightly to relieve some of the sensation that was building.

"Sir?" I asked.

"Yes, baby?" He murmured.

He'd been calling me that more lately; I liked it, maybe a little too much.

"Are you touching yourself?"

"Yes," Andy groaned. I felt my clit throb at the admission and I closed my eyes, letting my legs spread a bit wider as I tapped lightly at my clit, the way Andy had our first night together.

"What are you thinking about?" I asked, slipping my finger between my pussy lips to feel the wetness gathering there.

"Thinking about how badly I wanna be there right now," Andy admitted, "Between your legs, eating your pussy with that thong still on, pulling your bra down so your tits just spill out over the top. I wanna ruin the pretty things I got for you. I wanna eat your pussy until you can't take it anymore and then I want to pull that scrap of lace aside and fuck you until your screaming my name--"

I whined, teasing my fingers over my clit.

"You want that, sweetheart? Want everyone in my building to know how much you like to get fucked?" Andy cooed, sweet voice practically a menace over the phone.

"Yes," I sighed, grinding down against my fingers, "Want them to know-- Oh god, Andy--"

"And then I want to pull out and cum all over your pretty tits and your face," Andy groaned, "And cover you in me-- Fuck!"

I bucked against my hand as I came, my grip on the phone becoming a bit more lax as I listened to Andy cum, too. I listened to his heavy breathing on the other end, relaxing as I sank back down against my pillows.

"Still with me?" Andy asked. I smiled.

"I mean I probably have to do my hair again, but no other casualties," I said. Andy laughed softly on the other end.

"Sorry, sweetheart," He murmured. I shook my head, despite the fact that he couldn't see me.

"Don't be. It was hot... And should tide me over for at least an hour." Andy snorted.

"Go fix your hair. Text me when you're on your way, alright?"

"Alright," I agreed, “I’ll talk to you later."

"Bye, sweetheart.”

I was awoken by the feeling of lips at the base of my spine. I didn’t open my eyes, move, or make a sound. Andy’s beard teased over the same spot a moment later. He leaned over, pressing another kiss to my back, and then another tease. I felt Andy’s hands slip under my hips before he turned me over. I went easily, body lax, legs spread with Andy shouldering between them. I felt him kiss the inside of my right thigh, then my left. The kisses drifted upward, back and forth until he reached my center. I felt him nose along the fabric of my thong. I felt him pause before he mouthed over the same spot. Was he watching me, waiting to see if I would look at him? I didn’t dare open my eyes to peek down at him on the off-chance I was right. He stroked his fingers along the edges of the fabric before he pulled it aside. I felt Andy’s hot breath, then his tongue tracing along my lips. I sighed, shifting a little before stilling again. Andy’s hands slipped under me, wrapping around my hips as his teasing licks increased in pressure. My hand found his hair, weaving my fingers into his hair and gripping lightly.

“Andy-- Oh,” I whined, trying to ignore my sleep-roughened voice as I tightened my grip on his hair, “Fuck me.” Andy turned his head, smearing his lips against my inner thigh. “Not yet,” He murmured. “But--” I started, but Andy shushed me before leaning up to suck a mark at the crease of my hip. I tried to wriggle away from the pressure, but Andy’s hand on my other hip kept me in one place. The scrape of Andy’s beard against my thigh, the harshness of his mouth distracted me as he slipped a finger into me. My mouth fell open, unable to help the moan that left me. Andy echoed it, and I squirmed at the vibrations against my clit. He hummed against me again, slipping in another finger as he slid a hand up to fondle my breast. I covered his hand with mine, sleepily pushing down the cup of my bra. He thumbed my nipple in slow circles, mimicking the motion against my clit with his tongue. I ground down against him, whimpering and trying to talk Andy up. When he wouldn’t move, I leaned across the bed, opening the bedside drawer and pulling out a condom. I felt his head lift and heard him laugh. “You’re so impatient,” He said, kneeling between my legs. I sat up, kissing his chest as I ripped open the packet. I looked down, rolling the condom on and stroking Andy a few times. Before I could try and scoot back to get my mouth on him, Andy wrapped my hair around his hand. He yanked my head back, lightly at first, and then a little harder when I didn’t look right at him. I let my head fall back, looking up at him and opening my mouth when he ran his finger along my lips. Andy leaned down, kissing me deeply, and I sighed, working my hand over his length as I sucked his tongue. He groaned, letting go of my hair and pulling me up to straddle his lap. I steadied myself against his chest, resting my forehead against Andy’s as he eased into me. I closed my eyes, tipping my head back as I adjusted. Andy wrapped his arms around me, pulling me flush against him as he bottomed out. I squeezed around him when he didn’t move right away, and he gave my ass a sharp slap. "Don’t you start, baby,” He laughed, “Or this’ll be over before we have any fun.” “I don’t know where you’ve been, Barber, but I’ve been having plenty of fun,” I teased. Andy smiled, mouthing along my collarbone as he began to grind into me. I closed my eyes, rolling my hips in tight circles and meeting his thrusts. “Feels so good,” I murmured. “Yeah?” He grunted. “Uh-huh,” I nodded a little, careful not to knock his head with my chin, “Your arms feel so strong-- And you feel so good, Andy.” I lowered my head, resting my forehead against his temple. “You always feel so good, and you always take such good care of me,” I went on, feeling Andy’s hold tighten on me, his pace picking up. Andy turned his head, mashing his mouth against mine before I could say anything else. My whines and moans were muted against his lips. When we weren’t kissing, we were just brushing against one another’s lips, panting into each other’s mouths. I could tell when Andy was getting close. He lowered me onto the bed, a hand snaking between us to rub harsh circles over my clit. I came calling his name, and he came a few moments later murmuring mine against my neck. Andy settled down beside me, breathing harshly as he came down. I looked at Andy for a few moments, taking in the flush that had spread across his neck and chest, and the sheen of sweat. I got up, heading over to Andy’s bathroom. I cleaned myself up quickly before I wet washcloth with warm water. When I came back, Andy had thrown away the condom and pushed himself up against his pillows. I felt him watching me as I wiped him down, and caught my wrist when I got up to put the washcloth back in the bathroom. He leaned up, pressing a kiss to my knuckles before letting go.

After disposing of the washcloth, I came back to the bed and crawled in beside Andy. He drew me into his side, pressing his face into my hair. I wrapped my arm around his middle and slid a leg over his, closing my eyes. I wiggled my hips as I settled in, and I heard Andy hum. “I’m not ready to go again yet, baby. Give me a few minutes, huh?” I laughed, looking up at him. “Good morning to you, too,” I said. Andy reached down, pushing my hair back from my forehead. “Much as I like it when you call me ‘sir’,” He commented, “I love hearing you say my name.” I smiled at the admission. “Andy,” I whispered. His smile widened as I added, “Andy, Andy, Andy, Andy.” Andy leaned down, giving me the softest kiss. He settled back again, closing his eyes. “You have fun with your friends last night?” He asked. “Yeah, last night was nice,” I said, tracing my finger over his chest. “Tell me about it?” Andy requested. I hadn’t expected him to want to hear about it, but I told him what we’d gotten up to. At least, most of it. I had half-expected Andy to fall back asleep as I talked, but he pulled himself out of bed to make coffee for us a few minutes later. I got up to get dressed and follow him out, and stopped to check my phone before I did. I found two texts. One was from my friend letting me know that she had gotten home okay. The other, well.

Max it was good to see you last night I pursed my lips. Running into an ex wasn’t usually people’s idea of a good time, but seeing Max hadn’t been...Unpleasant. And he’d picked up our entire tab. “Coffee’s ready, sweetheart,” Andy called from down the hall. “Be right there,” I called back before turning back to my phone. I hesitated before dismissing the message, leaving it unanswered.

#Andy Barber #Andy Barber x Reader #Andy Barber x You #Where You Want My Lipstick #a little bit on the softer side this chapter but uh don't worry it'll hot up again soon #18+

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prettywordsyouleft · 4 years

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Hi Chelle! I'm a bit new to your blog but I've been enjoying a lot of your fics (they're INCREDIBLE!!). My personal favourite(s) (so far) being the AIRFORCE7 series, in addition to Destined. You probably get asked this a lot, but I was wondering if you had any advice for aspiring fanfic writers? I'm a bit tentative towards posting my work, so I'd appreciate any advice. Thank you!!

Welcome to my blog, and thank you SO MUCH for your incredibly kind compliment. I’m so honoured! AF7 is a special series to me so I get really happy whenever someone lets me know they love it too!

I took a quick look at my #pwyl; writing tips tag (will tag on this post too if you’re interested to take a look as some previous questions) and found this post that might help HERE

However, some advice (which is probably all in that link but oh well):

Start with something small. Drabbles are what I swear by as the most effective tool for a writer to have. Drabbles are not only easier to complete due to being shorter, but they’re also easier to read too. The more drabbles you write and post, the more confident you’ll get to tackle bigger stories and the easier they become to write as well. That way by the time you’ve written and shared enough drabbles that your first longer story comes along, you will have some guidelines in place of what to expect from yourself.

A new mantra I’ve been living by is pleasing your very first reader - which is yourself. If you’ve written something and enjoyed it, then I highly suggest sharing that joy with others.

Prompts are your best friend if you don’t know where to begin. There’s so many lists out there to work from and prompt blogs too. Cheeky plug, but I run @challengingwords where we share a new prompt each fortnight. I also love @promptdumpster to scroll whenever I’m void of inspiration for an idea.

Validation is important and I believe writers share their work here to gain feedback and motivation to grow as a writer. At the same time though, it can consume you if you’re not careful - been there before - and so I highly recommend you don’t let notes dictate who you choose to write about.

Write what makes you happy as well. If that’s enemies to lovers from every single angle you can think of, then do it. I mean, I have LOL. (I just need to write the perfect lovers to enemies with Jinyoung now)

Networking and a good tagging system are helpful in getting your blog out there. Even if it’s daunting, don’t be afraid to reach out to other writers for feedback. A lot of us will help our fellow writer mutuals and reblog your content too. Look out for places like @kwritersworld when they are open for applications if they suit your fanfic and apply to join. They reblog your stories and help get them out to a wider audience. They also hold awesome events at certain times of the year that you can participate in and further challenge yourself!

And finally, have fun. If it’s stressing you out, maybe you’re not ready to start a blog. However, if and when you do, please let me know. I’d love to read what you come up with!

I’m also contemplating in writing up some actual dedicated writing tutorials to help people out some time this year, would this be something anyone is interested in? I’m not saying I know what I’m doing myself, but I just want to share what I have learned over the past 2 years here, and the 10+ years I have from writing fanfiction with others.

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#chellechats #pwyl; writing tips #pwyl; answered

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like-a-bag-of-potatoes · 4 years

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Stolen Moments - Part One

A/N: A little miniseries (that’s not really a miniseries anymore) that I’ve been working on. Not gonna lie, this is probably the hardest I have ever fluffed. It is also my very first at Sebastian Stan fanfiction, so go easy on me, alright? Feedback is GOLDEN, and the fastest way to my heart. Thanks to @superapplepie for letting me test my fluff on her, and to @thorne93 for correcting all my spelling, you guys are the best.

Pairing: Sebastian x Reader

Warnings: none

Wordcount: 1448

“You can't do this to me, Ellie,” (YN) whined over the phone. “I'm not prepared, or qualified to do this.” She longingly looked to her bed, the one that she was about to climb into when her phone suddenly rang, the one that she had missed dearly since she had to leave it at 5am this morning.

“Please,” Ellie begged. “I've been throwing up for hours and I can't just take the chance that it’ll get better by morning. And if you don't do it they’re gonna give the article to Clair,” she said, venom dripping from her voice as she said her co-workers name.

“But… bed,” (YN) whined again, casting another longing look at the inviting piece of furniture.

“I'll send you all the questions I have, so all you need to do is sit down, record the interview and send it to me,” she explained.

“Fine,” (YN) conceded, “but you owe me one,” she warned.

“You’re the best,” Ellie praised, the relief on her voice clear as day. “I'll email you the stuff… love you… night,” she said hurriedly, hanging up the phone before (YN) had a chance to change her mind.

“Well, I guess it's you and me then,” (YN) said to her laptop as she sat down in front of it. Even if Ellie had done all of the work already, she just couldn't go in completely blind, so she sat down and started doing her research on this Sebastian Stan.

It was nearly 10 am, and (YN) was running on three hours of sleep and about a gallon of coffee as she sat in the small room and waited for Sebastian to arrive. She wasn't completely out of her element here, she had been in many rooms like this in the past and conducted many interviews, but she didn't normally do movie stars. She had to admit she was a little intruiged by this Sebastian guy though, her night of researching him had left her with quite the impression.

A soft knock sounded on the door to the small room and a blonde woman popped her head in to see if (YN) was ready. When she got the all clear, she opened the door wider and let Sebastian in, reminding them both that they had ten minutes, and ten minutes only.

The first thing she noticed was that the pictures on the interned did not do this man justice in the slightest. He looked like a greek god as he entered the room, and that smile that he shot her when he introduced himself, that was enough to make her knees grow weak.

She shook his hand, “I'm (YN), it's nice to meet you,” she managed, a shy smile tugging at her lips.

“(YN)? I thought I was meeting with Ellie,” he noted as he took a seat. He had no idea who Ellie was, but he always made sure to get the interviewers name before going in.

“She couldn't make it today unfortunately, but she gave me all her questions and it has all been cleared with your team and the magazine,” she explained as she returned to her seat. “Do you mind if I record this? I'm not the one who will be writing the article,” she questioned as he took a seat on the chair opposite her. She tried to not take notice of how his muscles moved under his t-shirt as he tried to get comfortable in the hard chair.

“Go ahead,” he said, and she grabbed the small recorder from the little table next to her and turned it on. “So you’re conducting an interview with someone else’s questions for an article that you’re not gonna write?” he wondered, an amused expression on his handsome face. He had been interviewed more times than he could count, but this was definitely a new occurrence for him.

“Pretty much,” she said, nodding her head. “But don't worry, I am a journalist, this just isn't my usual gig,” she assured, letting him know that she was a professional and not just some random person filling in for a friend.

“What's your normal gig then?” he asked, not really understanding why he wanted to know, but the question fell from his lips before he could stop it.

“Music. So I'm a little bit out of my comfort zone here,” she said with a nervous laugh.

“That's alright. So you normally do interviews with musicians and such then?” he asked.

“Yes. And I review and critique albums and concerts and such,” she explained. “Hold on, who’s getting interviewed here? You or me?” she asked, a hint of amusement on her voice. The initial nerves she had had vanished, just something about his presence was so comfortable. No wonder he was well liked by everyone.

“Right now? You,” he teased, a smug smile on his lips.

“How about we mix it up so that we don't get my friend fired,” she suggested.

“We wouldn't want that. Go ahead,” he ordered as he leaned back and got comfortable in his chair, giving (YN) his undivided attention, smiling softly as he watched her eyes travel over the little cheat sheet she had brought.

“First question.With just over a week left until the premiere, there's a lot of excitement and anticipation for the new Avengers movie, can you tell me a little bit of what we can expect from that, and a little about your characters role in it?” she asked, reading from the paper in her hand.

“Nope,” he said, popping the p. “I can't really say anything about the movie at this point, because the Marvel police will have my head,” he explained.

“Dude, that's like half my questions,” she burst out, making Sebastian laugh at how distressed she looked. “You can't give me anything?”

“Alright, I'll tell you this,” he said before he launched into some safe territory about action and some hefty fight scenes and so on, anything that wouldn't give away any plot at all. He couldn't help but feel a little sorry for her, here she was, doing a favor for a friend and he desperately wanted to help her get some answers.

***

It did not go as bad as she had expected at first, although she wasn't sure Ellie got all that she hoped for, but at least it was something. Sebastian had actually been a great help, which was good, but also a little embarrassing. She must have come across as so unprofessional to him, and she hated that.

“Well, thank you for meeting with me today,” she said, turning off the recorder after the same woman from before had popped her head in and told them to wrap it up. “I'm sorry that I wasn't better prepared for this,” she offered as she reached out to shake his hand again.

“I think you did great, considering,” he complimented, smiling as he thought he saw a small blush rise to her cheeks.

“You lie, but thank you anyway,” she retorted.

“I never lie,” he said, offering her a cheeky grin. “Good luck with the article,” he said as she started shoving her things back in her purse, suddenly he was feeling a little weird about saying goodbye to her.

“Thank you, I'll pass that along to my friend,” she said, flashing him a bright smile.

Seb turned on his heel and made to walk out of the room, knowing that down the hall waited another journalist with new questions, but he was left with the feeling that he didn't want to go. He turned towards her again, rubbing his neck nervously as he cleared his throat and got her attention. “Look, I never do this,” he started, averting his eyes as he approached her again.

“Do what?” she wondered.

“I'm in LA for a few more days and I was wondering if you’d like to have dinner with me?” he blurted out, deciding to go for it before his nerves got the better of him.

Had he really just asked her out? On a date? Or was she dreaming this whole thing? “Uhm… sure,” she said, a little bewildered. She dug through her purse and found one of her business cards and handed it to him. “My number is on there, so just call me whenever,” she said, hoping he couldn't hear the nerves in her voice.

“Thank you,” he said, a grin on his face now that he had his answer. “I got to go, but I'll definitely call you later,” he said as he backed up to the door again.

She was left in shock as the door closed behind him. Did that really just happen?

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#Sebastian Stan #sebastian fluff #sebastian stan fanfic #sebastian x reader #sebastian x you #Stolen Moments

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thekrazykeke · 4 years

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You’re Perfect

Fandom(s): Attack on Titan, Avatar: The Last Airbender, Batman: the Animated series, Bleach, Black Butler, DragonFable, Dragon Ball Z, Fruits Basket, Fullmetal Alchemist, Hellsing, John Wick, Naruto, Ouran Highschool, Persona 5, SkipBeat!, Suicide Squad, Telltale the Walking Dead, Tokyo Ghoul, Vampire Knight, and more!

Relationship(s): TBD.

Rating: K+ through MA.

Summary: What would you do if had the ability to ignore the boundary between reality and fiction? To be with your ideal person who only exists in anime, manga, movies, and games, etc.? With the power to go wherever you want to, would you stay in a fantastical world or return to reality?

Warning(s): Will be tagged appropriately per chapter and fandom, etc. etc.

Taglist: Click here to be added.

Tagging: @misspooh @ginghampearlsnsweettea @naomithenerdgirl @wojtud-widvut-fecret @indigorose049 @queenofhearts579 @fallinoutoforbit @ashthebootyholetickler @one-twisted-bee @stichpatched

Those with the strikethrough in their name, I’ll be sending the link through to your DMs, so please leave it open. I’d like to say that the listed fandoms is a cursory overview, and is prone to change. If you have something you’d like me to write about, a fandom and anime you want me to watch, don’t hesitate to tell me. I intend this to be a long running thing for all of us nerds to enjoy together. With that said, this is only the prologue and I hope to improve the chapter length and such from here onwards.

Stay so stay tuned, hit that like button, reblog, comment, whatever you prefer. Ciao~

Prologue

A Normal Day Turned...?

December 11, 20XX RealityLux, Inc. 5:36 P.M.

It never stopped being so jarring.

Being outside, or even, just surrounded by people, no, by strangers, all hustling and bustling, either on their way to some type of appointment, or work, or a friend/family member’s house, or, or something... Everyone always seemed to have a set destination in mind, and they were determined to get there.

Sometimes you found yourself unwillingly swept up in the crowd, with the vibe, the urge, to actually go along with the flow, curious to see where that feeling would take you.

The outcome for occasionally submitting to these whimsical flights of fancy led to awesome destinations, such as a brand new internet cafe that you’d never heard of but quickly fell in love with because of the decor and ambiance, or the park that boasted some of the best up-and-coming local urban artists, and even the black owned businesses which sold your prefered clothing style at a reasonable price.

During days like those, it felt as if you truly had the best of luck.

Well, honestly, the past several years felt like that.

Unluckily for you, you’d grown up into and been around long enough to witness the travesty and endless tragedies that plagued this crooked nation due to warmonger presidents like Bush. Cried with overwhelming joy when President Obama was elected, and cried again when his final term ended.

You’d wept furious tears over the fact that Hilary had not been elected, even though she was really just more of the same, and could not sleep peacefully during the four years that President Orange was in the White House. You’d lived through terror and injustice and bigotry. Or, well, correction, people stopped pretending to care whether or not they were labeled as racists and Neo Nazis. You learned to keep your head down even more during that time, to watch out for people not just at night time, but also during the day.

America has always been a terrible country instilled with hypocrites to the extreme but those four years had aged you well beyond your years. After Trump’s impeachment, although his Vice President tried to step up to the plate, it would seem that a higher power decided to have mercy.

Michelle Obama decided to run for President, and she won.

During her time in the White House, many things, both gradually and quickly, came to pass. Things that were long overdue, such as the rich and elitist members of society paying more on taxes, minimum wage being increased, pedophiles and rapists getting the maximum sentences, college tuition was lowered to an affordable price or free altogether, increased salary for women, etc. There just isn’t any possible way that Michelle would be able to undo the ugliness and rot that infected America for so many years. You still hated this country, but with her in charge, you learned to hate it just a little less.

Pop!

With a blink, you found yourself smiling on autopilot. Two of your coworkers, Jessica and Kate, were laughing and giggling as they poured themselves some bubbly champagne before going around the room.

“Aaaand youuu,” The bubbles are floating to the top, the scent of the champagne wafting upwards to your nose, “Get the rest because you clinched that deal with Bandai.” Kate praised, flashing her bleached white toothed smile in your direction. “Go, [Your Last Name]! Woo!”

“Ohh, we’re cheering now! Woo-wooo!!” Jessica joined in, raising her free hand in an enthusiastic wave.

Raising the glass in a faint salute, “Mm, c’mon, guys.” You took a sip of your drink. “This was a team effort.” Actually it wasn’t, but it sounded better to say it that way.

“Don’t be so modest, [Your Last Name].” One of the few random guys at the party piped up. “C’mon, give us a speech!”

Before you knew it, several more people had took up the call.

“Speech! Speech! Speech!”

Closing your eyes briefly, you inhale and then exhale. Raising your glass, you smiled a bit wider, and waited until they settled down. “It’s been an honor to work with you all for so many years. I hope to be working with you for many more years to come.Thank you.”

Short, sweet and to the point.

It gained a few good natured groans and people wanting to hear more, but they were quickly distracted by the caterers who brought in food and more wine and champagne. That was the perfect opportunity for you to sneak off, claiming that you were going to use the bathroom, placing the flute of half drunk alcohol on the nearest table while on the way out the door.

As soon as you were in the hallway, away from your colleagues, the (fake) smile that’s been plastered on your face all day fell off. You walked as quickly as possible with the four inch heels you’re wearing, reaching a flight of stairs and held onto the railing as hustled down them.

There’s a smile is on your face again as you take that last step, and this time, it’s genuine, because of the man holding his hand out to you so gallantly. You took his hand with a little laugh, accepting the small bouquet that he offered with his free hand.

“Cinderella rushing off from her ball before it’s even midnight. Classic, I love it.” He winked. You rolled your eyes and whacked him on the arm lightly. “Oh! Ow.” Feigning injury, he clutched at the ‘hurting’ part. “Violent. I guess you’re not Cinderella but that kick ass girl from Ella Enchanted.”

“Shut up. You’re so ridiculous, Mr. Hunt.” Shaking your head, you pretended to be upset, looking away with a huff. Only to really huff with annoyance when your ear is flicked. “Eli, stop~”

“That’s right, you better call me by my first name. ‘Mr. Hunt’ is my father, as you well know, little girl.” Eli grabbed you by both your hands, tugging you ever closer.

And closer.

Close enough that you catch a whiff of his cologne that he’s wearing and it smells expensive, woodsy.

Perfect.

“Eli, you found her!”

The moment is broken.

You jerked your hands free and smile automatically as another woman came running up to you and Eli, holding onto a wrapped, square box. “Kymbrea, hey!” You open your arms and laugh slightly as she handed off the package to Eli before wrapping her arms around you in a hug. After a few minutes, you patted her on the back to signal her to let go and she did, accepting the package back again, before holding it out to you.

“Congrats on getting that deal with Bandai. Knew you could do it. So proud of you, best friend!” Kymbrea happily proclaimed. “C’mon, open it, open it, open it.” With a needling voice, she gently cajoled you.

“Kym, hey, baby, that’s enough.” With a slight laugh, Eli tugged her out of your space. A pang went through your heart and the smile on your face felt a little brittle. Neither of them seemed to notice, thank god. “I’ll take this wild woman off your hands.” As he glanced at you, smiling as if nothing was amiss, as if he hadn’t been... Hell, you didn’t even know anymore. Maybe it’s all in your head? With an awkward nod and smile, that he accepted without issue, he wrapped his arm around her waist, leading her up the stairs, “We’ll see you later, [Your Name].”

You watched them go upstairs for a minute or two, feeling uncomfortable and embarrassed and dismissed. Swallowing the lump in your throat, hands still full with the gifts, you instead push those unnecessary feelings to the side.

Walking out the lobby to the front entrance, where the valet already has your car pulled up and ready for you, key dangling from his hand. You ignore his curious, slightly concerned stare, tossing the bouquet inside and on the backseat, the wrapped package getting only slightly better treatment.

Snagging the car key, you hand him a tip and then go around to the driver’s side, climbed in and then closed the door after you. Adjusting the heat in the car and the mirrors, you put the key in the ignition, made sure no one was behind you before taking off.

The further and further away you get from the rented out hotel, the less the feeling in your chest aches. It’s something you don’t take much stock in, you can’t afford to. For awhile, you drive around, only to eventually come to your favorite market.

It was getting dark, so you decided to do a quick in ‘I’m feeling sorry for myself’ and out run. So chocolate, poptarts, bottles of Lipton tea, the usual. All in all, less than fifteen minutes and then you were driving to your apartment. Seeing it from a distance still took your breath away.

You’d done this, this was your life, after all this time, you’d achieved that which seemed unachievable.

Living at the top, finally. It didn’t matter that it felt a little like a hollow victory.

After having a small conversation with the doorman, politely declining his help with your groceries and the two gifts you’d received. Your neighbor, some white guy you didn’t know the name of, didn’t allow you to refuse, citing reasons for why it wouldn’t be decent to let you suffer this alone, and eventually you agreed if only to get to him to stop; together, you and he caught the elevator for the top floor where your apartment is. Letting yourself in first, you told him thanks for the help, and he smiled, lingering. You handed him whatever was left in your wallet, a generous amount and still he lingered. It was starting to be uncomfortable so you slammed the door in his face, locking it shut quickly. quickly kicking off your heels and slipping on your flip flops.

Tossing the flowers into the trash, you began to put away most of the groceries, leaving only a couple boxes of poptarts and a case of tea out. The sound of running water is loud in the apartment, but familiar. Cleaning out a mug, you pour the bottled tea inside, along with a few ice cubes, grabbing the matching saucer.

Walking into the living room, you turned on the TV, placing the mug of tea on the coffee table side the couch. Reaching into your back pocket of your pants, you pull out your cell phone, also putting it on the coffee table after putting it on ‘read’.

Much more comfortable.

Sitting on the couch with your feet tucked neatly in criss-cross applesauce style, leaning back against the pillow, you grabbed the PS4 controller, pressing the power button and quickly choosing the game that you’d digitally downloaded. Thankfully, it’s fully downloaded and updated, ready to play.

For hours, you lose yourself in the combat, grunting with dissatisfaction when your on screen character is overwhelmed, or cheering with triumph when you finally beat a mini boss or passed a quest.

Only once your fingers started to cramp and you couldn’t ignore the urge to drink the tea, did you press pause. Sipping at your tea, you flexed your fingers, pressing the button on your cellphone and it lit up, showing off your message from Kymbrea which read simply ‘U play it yet?’ and inadvertently, you gaze drifted to the package sitting by your front door, which you’d dropped carelessly.

Feeling guilty, you huff out a sigh.

Getting up again, lightly tossing the controller back onto the couch, you walk over the package, picking it up and returning to your original spot. Carefully peeling off the wrapper, you reveal a totally pitch black box except for the bright red logo XR on it.

Raising an eyebrow, you opened the box and pull out a VR headset, a tiny controller, and instructions. Shaking the box, wondering if that’s it, out fluttered a piece of paper in pretty, delicate cursive, ‘I’ve already uploaded everything I knew you’d like. Happy early Christmas! xo, K.’

Shrugging, you sighed and completely decided to let what happened earlier go. Kymbrea had done nothing wrong, she is your best friend. If anything, you’re the problem. With that little (depressing) pep talk finished, you fired off a text, telling her thanks and that you were checking out her gift now. Once that’s finished, you set up the VR headset, all the cables and cords, and then put the headset on after making sure everything is up to date.

After some labels and companies that you didn’t know about and you assumed were associated with the game popped up in front of your vision, after that, that’s when things got a bit weird. There’s a black woman, who looks terribly, terribly familiar, walking straight towards you. Before she gets too close, she stops and tilts her head in that same weird mannerism that you know, but--

/Welcome to HTC Vive, the virtual reality which caters to all your needs. Before we can move on to the first chapter of the game, we’ll have to go through the registration to make sure everything is in order. Is that okay?/

Resisting the urge to groan out loud by Kymbrea’s utter cheesiness, yet also grudgingly appreciating the gesture, you decide to fight through the embarrassment because the AI looks so familiar to you because she was created, designed, whatever the term, to look exactly like you.

Once you finish up registration, verifying that yes, you’re over 18, and yes, you’re over 21, you don’t mind violence or gore, you know to take breaks and be careful of flashing lights, etc.

/So, the initial set up is complete. Some chapters will be better established with voice recognition, but can be played without. Do you wish to install this software?/

Literally going to kill Kymbrea, just shove a pillow over her face and smother her to death. Unwittingly, you groaned in sheer torture, before saying yes, feeling your skin heat with embarrassment.

/Understood. Voice recognition approved./

The AI’s voice changed to suit yours and whoa, that was kind of freaky but also pretty awesome?

Whatever, you’d think seriously about it later.

/We’re about to start your journey. Please make sure that you’ve done everything you needed to do beforehand because this chapter will be shorter or longer to suit your needs./

Yeah, yeah, yeah. Come on, come on. Once you answered the last minute questions, such as what you wanted to be called, your preference for your partners (male/female or otherwise), and other 18+ questions that you refused to admit got you hot under the collar, as soon as you hit the ‘Accept’ button, that’s when things really, truly honestly got weird.

Technicolors burst across your vision. The AI lady took steps towards you and she wasn’t stopping. You were freaked the fuck out something terrible, cussing up a storm and as you reached up, about to pull the headset off, figuring this had to be some kind of mcfucking joke or jumpscare or something, and then her hand is touching yours and that shouldn’t be possible at all.You open your mouth to scream but nothing comes out, or you don’t think it does?

You hear static and your vision turns black.

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Stay tuned for the next update of You’re Perfect! You wake up in the bed of........?

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kattodoroki · 5 years

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a movie for two? make that four. (Kaminari x Reader)

/I wrote this forever ago when I saw Detective Pikachu so I thought this was fitting! Hopefully you guys like it! Requests are always open, comments, likes, and reblogs are appreciated :)/

Kaminari wants to take you to a movie but he can’t do that without his best friends tagging along making sure everything goes smoothly!

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“Guys I just really want to ask her!” Kaminari was pacing in his dorm while his two other friends were sitting on his bed watching the troubled teen.

“Then ask her stupid!” Bakugou snapped.

“It’s not that easy!” Kaminari countered. The air grew tense when he began pacing even faster, which just annoyed Bakugou all the more.

“Sure it is,” Kirishima interjected, “You just have to man up! Be confident.”

Bakugou gave out a long sigh; Kaminari stopped in his tracks looking at Kirishima like he just grew two heads. “What? Did I say something wrong?”

“Yes, you idiot,” Bakugou said, “We both know that sparky here is a fucking wimp.”

“I am not!” Kaminari argued, slightly hurt by Bakugou’s words.

“Dude,” Bakugou laughed, “You can’t even ask Y/N on a date!” A mischievous smile crossed his lips. “If you don’t do it then I will.”

Kaminari froze at Bakugou’s words, why would he even do that? To his best friend? “You wouldn’t,” Kaminari whispered.

Bakugou smirked, “Watch me.” Slipping his phone out of his pocket Bakugou started to dial your number. He showed Kaminari your name before pressing the call button. “It’s ringing.”

Kaminari flushed a deep red. “Fine! Fine! I’ll ask her! I’ll ask her!” He reached out and snatched the phone out of Bakugou’s hand. Kaminari shoved Bakugou and went to hang up the call, but he stopped when he heard your voice through the speaker.

“Hello? Hello?” Kaminari eyes grew wide when he heard your voice, he suddenly had no idea what to do and how to use a phone.

“Answer it!” Kirishima encouraged giving his friend a thumbs up.

Kaminari glanced as his friend and then down at the phone. Shaking his head he brought the phone up to his ear. “Hey! Hey Y/N its, uh, Kaminari?”

“Denki? Why do you have Bakugou’s phone?” He shuddered when you said his first name.

“Umm not sure?” He stuttered out. “Mine died.”

“Okay?” The confusion was obvious in your voice. “Is there something you needed?”

Kaminari let out a huff, “Yeah.” He answered. There was a long, silent pause; he didn’t even notice.

You pulled him from his thoughts, “Well? What is it?” You sounded annoyed at this point.

Kaminari felt his hands get sweaty, he didn’t want to make you angry after all. “Um,” He paused, looking up at his two friends, Kirishima gave him a toothy smile and Bakugou just stared at him with a frustrated look, “Would you want to go see a movie with me tonight?” His fear made it feel like the room was filled with molasses, it was so thick he was drowning in it. Each second that ticked by made the stone in his gut grow, weighing him down. He looked to his friends, wishing that there was something they could do.

“Hmmm, I don’t have any other plans. So I guess so.” You answered, Kaminari relaxed his shoulders and left out a sigh, smiling into the phone.

“Well, heh, okay, I’ll stop by your dorm later to pick you up.” Kaminari spat out a nervous laugh, giving his two friends a thumbs up.

Kirishima silently cheered while Bakugou shot his yellow-haired friend a smile and nodded his head. They watched as Kaminari said goodbye before clicking the red button. He pumped his fist into the air. “Guys! Holy shit I did it!” Kaminari happily exclaimed.

“Yeah, you’re fucking welcome,” Bakugou said dryly, snatching his phone from Kaminari’s hand.

Kaminari glared at Bakugou and then turned to Kirishima with hopeful eyes. “You guys gotta help me!” Dropping to his knees Kaminari tugged at their pant legs.

“Dude! Chill! It’ll be fine! Just be yourself.” Kirishima smiled.

“Ha! That's the worst he can be.” Bakugou countered.

Kaminari scowled at Bakugou and got up off the floor. He then began to pace, his thoughts running across his face. The other two watched as Kaminari started muttering to himself about how he could win you over in one night, trying to think of a way to impress you.

“Will you just fucking relax? We’re here to help.” Bakugou yelled.

Kaminari stopped, now turning to look at his friends once more. “Really? You guys are gonna help me?”

“Well, yeah.” Kirishima nodded.

“Okay, how?” Kaminari said hopefully.

“Easy, we’ll come with you!” Kirishima said pointing to Bakugou and then himself.

“Wait, what?” Kaminari’s smile faltered.

“Okay so,” Kirishima started. “It’ll be like those movies where one friend goes out with a girl and the other ones wear earpieces to help them say the right things and stuff! It’ll totally be awesome!”

Kaminari just nodded to what Kirishima was explaining, agreeing that was the plan they were going to do. Bakugou just rolled his eyes muttering how this was never going to work.

“Okay, that would actually be really helpful! Thanks, guys!” Kaminari said beaming at his other two friends, “I’m going to go tell her the movie details and I’ll call you guys later.”

With that Kaminari gave his friends a wave goodbye as they went down the opposite end of the hallway, Kaminari making a beeline to your dorm that was just down the hall. When Kaminari stopped in front of your door he feels as though the gears in his brain turned off, like he overused his quirk and now turned stupid. He took a second before lifting his fist and banging it on the door, waiting for you to answer. He stood for a minute listening to rummaging in the room before you opened the door with a huff than a smile.

“Hey Kaminari, you made it!”

“Of course I did, why wouldn’t I?” He gave you a nervous smile.

You smiled up at him, “I knew you would. Would you like to come in?” You opened the door wider and stepped back so he could come inside your dorm. With a smile Kaminari stepped through the door and looked around, it wasn’t the first time but he wanted to clear the awkward air by not looking at you.

You turned around after closing the door, you sighed, “Sooo. What movie are we seeing?” Now standing in front of him.

He smiled down at you, “Detective Pikachu! Duh!” You laughed, it was only fitting he would want to go see that specific movie. He nervously scratched his neck, becoming worried you wouldn’t want to see it, “If that’s okay?” He asked.

“I don’t mind, it looks okay.” Hearing you say that made Kaminari even more nervous. Looked okay. Just okay. Well shit. How is he going to win you over now? He’s just glad he has his two best friends to help him.

“Um okay, it starts at 6 tonight so I’ll come back around 5 okay?” He asked nervously moving towards the door again. You opened the door and nodded.

“See you then!” You waved and shut the door. He sighed and got out his phone to text his two other friends to see where they were. He started walking back to his dorm when he got a notification from his phone from Kirishima telling him to meet him in his dorm. Kaminari started for the elevator and then found himself in front of his friend's door, he knocked and waited for an answer. When he finally got one he was met with his friend smiling down at him.

“Oh! Bro, you’re finally here! Come in!” He said opening the door wider for him to get through. Kaminari walked through and saw Bakugou sitting at Kirishima’s desk, giving him a smile and a wave he took a seat on the bed. Kirishima closed the door and turned to the other two with a smile.

“Okay, so, I talked to Yaoyorozu and she made us these,” Kirishima said excitedly holding out the earpieces and tiny microphones. He handed one to Bakugou and Kaminari and kept one for himself. “So, Kaminari you’ll wear the earpiece and Bakugou and I will have the microphone so you can hear us.” Kaminari nodded. He looked at the earpiece and placed it in his ear, the other two mimicked. Kirishima held up the microphone to his mouth and yelled causing Kaminari to flinch.

“Dude! What the hell!” Kaminari scowled.

“Oh sorry.” Kirishima laughed, “I just wanted to see if it was working.”

Bakugou started laughing, “You both are so dumb.”

When it was finally time to leave for the movie, you and Kaminari were standing in the common area. He stood looking at the couches and walls awkwardly waiting for you to tie your shoe.

“Make sure you open up the door for her.” Kirishima’s voice rang out in Kaminari’s ear. Kaminari makes a mental note of Kirishima’s advice. Kaminari has been nothing but worried all night, he knows that his two friends will have a lot of advice and things to say… What if he can’t remember all of it? What if you don’t like him? Wha-

“Are you ready to go?” Your voice broke his thoughts, you were now standing up looking at him. He nodded and walked you to the door and opened it for you, taking Kirishima’s advice. When you both got about halfway to the theater the wind started to pick up. Kirishima and Bakugou noticed this too, trailing behind you and Kaminari trying to stay out of sight.

“Offer her your jacket Sparky.” Bakugou commented through the microphone, “It’s fucking cold.”

Kaminari thought for a second and turned to you, still walking, “Here,” He was taking his jacket off now. “Take this, it’s getting cold.” He finished sliding it onto your shoulders. You let out a small thanks and snuggled into his jacket, noticing how it smelled exactly like him. You looked ahead of you again and continued walking, unaware of the other two following behind.

Once you both got to the theatre, Kaminari opened up the door for you once again. You smiled at him and headed for the ticket stand.

“Pay for her ticket! Only gentlemen do that!” Kirishima commented him and Bakugou sat on a bench, waiting for you both to get tickets.

Kaminari quickly got in front of you and spoke to the theater worker before you could. “Two tickets to Detective Pikachu please!” He handed the worker the money and handed you your ticket as you both walked to the concession stand.

“You know, you didn’t have to do that.” You hit your shoulder with his, looking up at him.

“It wasn’t a problem. Do you want anything to eat? I’ll get some popcorn.” He replied.

“That would be nice.” Smiling at him.

He paid for the large popcorn and handed it to you with a smile, you both started walking up the usher and Kaminari turned to see Kirishima giving him a thumbs up and Bakugou just staring with a blank expression.

You both sat down in your seats and Kaminari turned around to see his friends now sitting a few rows behind you two. When the movie started Kaminari kept glancing at you and when you would notice he would get wide-eyed and would stare at the screen.

“Stop fucking staring at her like a creep!” Bakugou whisper-screamed, “Put your arm around her or something.” Kaminari’s face got red and he lifted up his hand and yawned, then moving his arm to put it around your shoulder.

You looked over at him, “Smooth.” You whispered and smirked, putting your head on his shoulder. He turned even redder than before and continued to stare at the screen.

As you both continued to watch the movie, the other two would make comments interrupting Kaminari’s focus, “You wanna know what’s gonna happen?” Bakugou said to Kirishima during the end.

“Don’t tell me, I don’t want it spoiled.”

“It’s obvious! Are you that stupid?”

Kaminari would turn around and glare at them, silently telling them to shut up.

“Who’re you looking at?” You questioned, motioning behind you.

Kaminari stammered, “Uh, no one, just, uh, people talking, annoying, you know?”

You gave him a knowing look, “Just ignore them.” If only it was that easy.

When the movie ended, Kirishima and Bakugou booked it outside so you two wouldn’t see them. Kaminari leads you to the door and opened it for you, starting to walk beside you, back to the dorms.

“Hold her hand,” Kirishima suggested, walking about ten feet behind you both. Kaminari suddenly grabbed your hand, which made you jump in surprise.

Kaminari pulled back, embarrassed that he caused your outburst, “Sorry, I didn’t mean to, uh, startle you.”

You glanced up at him and took his hand back in yours, “It was my fault, you surprised me.”

He smiled and you two continued to walk down the street.

“I think this date is going pretty well,” Kirishima announced with pride.

“Whatever. I can’t wait to get back” Bakugou commented.

“C’mon Bakugou, it was fun!” Kirishima argued.

“Whatever you say.” Bakugou huffed.

There was a pregnant pause until Kirishima started talking again. “You know what you’re going to have to do right?” Talking to Kaminari, there was no response since he didn’t have a microphone, but Kirishima knew he was listening. “You have to kiss her!” He informed his friend.

Kaminari gulped at the thought, his cheeks growing hot. He always played the part of the sleaze but now that he had an actual crush on someone it was so hard talking to them. How the hell was he going to muster up the courage to kiss you? He only had a couple of minutes to figure it out, since the dorms weren’t that far away now. He had to think, should he do it when you both get to the door? Or walk her to her room and then do it? Or maybe in the common area? But people might be there?

“Aren’t you going to open up the door for me?” You joked. Kaminari slightly jumped at your voice, interrupting his thoughts once more.

“Wait a second.” You both made it to the dorms, he didn’t even notice. He had to act fast.

You gave him a confused look, “...Okay? Are you okay?”

Kirishima noticed you both had stopped, he put his arm in front of Bakugou to get him to stop too, “Now’s your chance buddy.” He said to Kaminari through the microphone.

“I have to tell you something.” Kaminari declared to you. You nodded and he went on, “I uh.” Shit, his heart dropped as he felt his newfound confidence had gone out the imaginary window. He opened his mouth, and then closed it, his cheeks growing red with embarrassment. Then he felt something warm on his lips, he opened his to find you were kissing him, he let out a surprised hum before kissing you back, electricity flowing through you both. When you finally pulled apart from him he stood there still shocked you had kissed him, maybe you did feel the same way after all.

“I like you too.” You smiled at him, “I knew that’s what you were gonna tell me. It was obvious.” You laughed

Kaminari scratched his head, laughing at your confession. Completely unaware of his two other friends watching the scene unfold.

“He didn’t kiss her, but at least he got a kiss,” Kirishima said watching the other two talk.

“What a coward,” Bakugou responded. “Now, show me what Pokémon cards you got from the movie.”

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19. “How are you feeling today?”

This has been sitting in my inbox for months, so sorry @carinavet !!!

So, I’ve been VERY busy with five classes and with applying to grad schools, but after handing in essay number three of five today, I decided to take some time for myself and take a peek at good old Tumblr. I see that there has been a few new follows on this account, which was a really nice surprise for me! It’s been a rough couple of weeks, so hi! You’re awesome and welcome!

@joufancyhuh I saw in the tags that you wanted to see more of these two idiots when you reblogged another one of my fics (Appreciation) back in September I’m so behind UGH, and that actually motivated me to write this one, so I wanted to say thanks!

It’s been a while, so I hope it’s not a total disappointment!

I’m also very sleep-deprived, so I’m going to read this over again in the morning because I probably missed some mistakes when editing

This is set before “Appreciation”

Names

The soft light of the early morning sun crept its way intothe quiet chamber. It found its way across Reah’s face, gently coaxing her fromthe heavy embrace of sleep. It took some moments before Reah was roused enoughto convince her eyes to open. When she finally managed the first feat of theday, she quickly realized she was about to have a few more to face.

She was very disoriented.

Reah found herself staring at an unfamiliar wall. Her eyesswept over every part of the strang room they could reach without her movingher head. The room was fairly bare, with only the small vellum and parchment-covereddesk that resided a few feet away from the foot of the bed. The desk sat beneaththe window that allowed the sun’s first light to spill gently into the room.

Still unable to establish where exactly she was, Reahlet out a soft huff of frustration without thinking.

Seconds later, a hand snaked its way around her waist. Reahstiffened at the unexpected contact.

“And how are you feeling today, lass?”

Reah sucked in a breath as a pair of lips brushed againsther shoulder, before pressing a firm kiss to the base of her neck. She turned herhead, and her gaze was met by a pair of strikingly blue eyes.

Suddenly everything fell into place.

“Oh, no,” she breathed out, “I need to go.”

A look of confusion flashed across the tattooed sun-kissedface that was staring back at her.

Reah made to get up, but his grip tightened around herwaist.

“Now you just wait a minute…”

She struggled to get free, but he wasn’t budging. For asplit second, she considered sinking her teeth into his forearm but thoughtbetter of it.

“Why are you in such a rush to be rid a’ me?” He growled inher ear. She chose to ignore the shiver his voice sent racing down her spine. “You’vehardly even said good morning.”

Reah choked back a laugh that threatened at his wry tone.No, he would not get the better of her, with his wit, and his ridiculousaccent. Not again, at least.

She turned her head to meet his gaze once again, quirking abrow, “Good morning, Knight-Captain.”

Rylen threw his head back and groaned dramatically. “Now don’tyou start with that nonsense, you know my name,” he smirked and looked at herthrough half-lidded eyes, “I know because you couldna stop sayin’ it lastnight.��

Reah felt the colour rise in her cheeks but managed to reign inany other reaction to his words. She narrowed her eyes and finally managed toremove his arm from her mid-section.

“Good morning, Knight-Captain,” she cut out sternly, beforeslipping out of bed and gathering up her discarded clothing that was scatteredabout the room.

Rylen watched Reah silently, trying to decipher her hurry toleave. She was the one who had approached him last night in the Rest, so whathad changed? He swiped his trousers from the floor beside the bed and pulledthem on. He absent-mindedly fastened them, as he crossed his quarters to blockthe door.

Reah turned to face him, now fully dressed. She sighed onceshe realized he was blocking her exit. Rylen crossed his arms across his barechest. Reah mirrored the stance but refused to meet his eye.

“I am sorry for the jest, perhaps that wasna kind – but whyare you in such a rush to leave?”

Reah shifted her weight, preserving her silence.

“Reah.”

The emotion in his voice forced her to finally meet hisgaze. She felt guilty, finding the concern and confusion there.

“I just…” She started, but trailed off, unsure of what tosay. They had been dancing around each other for months, but she had neverintended for it to go this far. She would not allow herself to have feelingsfor this man – she couldn’t.

She straightened herself, “I should not have allowed this tohappen,” she unfolded one arm, and gestured to the space between them. “Lastnight was a mistake and will not be repeated. I assure you of that.”

She met his gaze steadily, only faltering once she saw the slow lopsided grin that began to spread across his features.

Rylen took a few measured steps toward Reah, “very well, myLady, but I will have you know, I do not give up so easily, on the things thatI desire.” He stopped mere inches away from her; Reah had to tilt her head backto hold eye contact, but she stood her ground.

“Well I am sorry to disappoint you, Knight-Captain, butthere is nothing for you to desire, here.”

Rylen’s smile grew wider, causing his eyes to crinkle. Reahswallowed hard as her heart stuttered, and she attempted to school her faceinto a neutral expression. Rylen leaned ever so slightly forward, “Oh, but Ithink we both know that there is, love.” He leaned down and brushed his lipsagainst hers, and then was suddenly gone. He stepped around her.

“But, very well, my Lady. If our parting is what youdesire, so be it.” He moved over to his desk, picked up a piece of vellum andbegan to read the missive. The picture of nonchalance.

It took Reah a moment for her mind to catch up to thepresent. She blinked, shook her head and threw one last look at the infuriatingKnight-Captain before unlatching the door and making her now, half-heartedescape.

Rylen looked up again only once the door had swung shut. He stood smiling at the spot that Reah had vacated just moments before.He threw down the blank piece of vellum he had snatched up from his desk toappear occupied and spoke softly to the empty room.

“That’s alright Reah. I’m here when you’re ready.”

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Monster Match #9

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For @glitteryclodpeachdonkey: “Hi! I am straight and go by the pronouns she/her. If I were to describe myself I would have to say im an introvert until I get to know someone. I used to be bullied a lot for being too hyper active and loud and so it lead to me being more introverted. I am head strong and am often the "mom" friend of the group because I tend to take care of other people. I have always been one to try not hide who I am and stand up for people when they are being bullied or put down. I love to laugh and have a love for memes, horrible puns and dad jokes. I love the ocean and it is my favorite place to go when I am feeling overwhelmed. And have a drive to work with animals and kids :).

I tend to like men that are funny and kind. I love guys who are okay with getting muddy while playing football or soccer. And I would love someone who likes to travel since I love traveling!! Having someone who loves kids and can be like my best friend is crucial to me but I also want someone who is understanding and mature enough to have an adult conversation.

You’ve been matched with a selkie!

You were sitting on the dock near a cottage on a remote island near Ireland, looking out over the expanse of water and listening to the waves rush to the shore. It had cost a pretty penny, but you’d been saving up for this trip years. Silence, solitude, and the sea.

The ferryman who’d brought you here left a pail of fish with you, saying that this island was a popular waypoint for seals. Excited by the thought, you’d sat on the pier every morning, hoping to see some. Three days had passed, but you hadn’t seen any yet.

Just as you were getting up to make yourself some lunch, you heard a chirping from the water. Turning, you saw a large gray head bobbing in the water, squeaking at you, blinking its huge brown eyes.

“Oh, my god, you are the cutest!” You cooed. You reached back for the bucket of fish and flung one out, immediately caught by the silky guest. It swam up close, almost touching your foot dangling in the water, and you held your breath as you reached down to pat its head. You squealed internally. It was so soft!

After several awesome minutes in which you hand-fed a live seal, which was probably the best moments of your entire life, you stood.

“Well, time to get me some grub,” You told them. “It was nice to meet you!”

But as you turned, your sandal caught on a loose board and you fell forward, knocking your head against the post and sending you careening into the water. It was so cold that it sucked the breath out of your body.

Before you realized it, you were in the cottage, and a young man was staring down at you with huge brown eyes.

“You know, you have legs all the time, you should know how to use them better than me,” He said, smirking. He was gently touching the bruise on your head.

It was only then did you look at the rest of him and realize he was naked, with a large gray fur slung over his shoulder.

“You… you’re…” You tried to speak, but the shock of realization and the bump on your head was making speech difficult.

“Seal-folk?” The man said with a playful grin. “Guilty. I didn’t realize someone had moved in to the cottage.”

“Oh, I’m just on vacation,” You said. “I haven’t moved in.”

His head tilted, but his smile stayed in place. “That’s a shame.”

You didn’t know if it was the bump on your head, or the warmth of his eyes, or the playful lilt of his voice, but you leaned forward and kissed him.

He didn’t seem put-off by it, in fact he pressed against you, slipping his tongue into your mouth, and laid you down on the couch, his hand coming up to brush across your breast over your wet shirt.

You stripped down and led him to the cottage’s bedroom, and he made love to you, sometimes slowly, sometimes like an animal in heat. Even after it was over, you were still hungry for him. He also seemed to have an insatiable need for you.

He stayed with you for the remaining days, but he had to return to the sea, so he kissed you, slipped on his pelt, and disappeared, leaving you feeling satisfied but wistful.

That is, until you took the ferry back to the mainland two days later and saw a familiar set of eyes in the water behind the boat, following you.

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