#I have so many smoking videos when I look like a mess cause I’m cleaning

[rosicheeks]

your smoking video is fun!

your laugh/giggle is so cute!

you are adorable!

[ground-riot-jack]

Buzzed

kei tsukishima x reader

authors note: uh enjoy pls cause i did :)) also this is mostly unedited so there’s prolly hella mistakes. happy thanksgiving thooo love you guys

not my gif!! also 18+ ONLYYYY

warnings: uh oh where to start// weed use. mentions of being high, NSFW, daddy link, choking, overstimulated, degradation, little bit of praise, thigh fucking, finger sucking :)))

summary: basically you’re high with tsukki and yall fuck but he’s a asshole dom

smoking with tsukishima was a blessing. You’d sit in the warm sun, passing back a blunt between you, talking and laughing through shallow coughs. Your favorite part was the aftermath. You’re both lazy and slightly high with no plans for the day. You’d both lay in bed spooning with a warm buzz on your body, ready to take a nap. Life was perfect in this moment.

You find something easy to watch on your TV, sound low and quiet, mixing with Tsukishimas breaths behind your ear.

You could tell your boyfriend wasn’t quite ready to fall asleep though. You could feel him grip your hips just a tad tighter and his hips lightly pushing against your backside, matching the speed of the feathery kisses Tsukki placed on the back of your neck and jaw.

Usually, you’d be able to hold yourself together and show some restraint, but you can’t help but clench your thighs, scooting forward slightly to escape the smal grinds.

“tsukki stop, m’tryna watch”

“fine, then watch”

You’d tried your best to continue watching and pay attention to whatever was currently playing but you were always distracted but a smooth deep thrust from Tsukki. You could feel his dick growing with every thrust, getting heavier and heavier on your ass and mind. Tsukki may be an asshole, but he certainly made up for it when y’all were pressed skin to skin. You can’t recall a single time your boyfriend let you leave his bedroom without shaky legs, he was just so good at using his dick. It didnt help that he was naturally blessed with a long cock, a slight curve that scraped out your insides every other night. It was so pretty you couldn’t help but think about it. all. the. time.

The jerk in your boyfriend took control and you heard him curse before hooking his thumbs into your pants and underwear, yanking them down as quickly as possible. You whine at the cool air now able to reach your most sensitive areas. You were still debating whether or not you wanted to beg Tsukkis forgiveness and have him fuck you, or let him wear himself out until you both fall asleep. You didn’t dare look back as you heard him push his sweats down his gorgeous thighs. You braced yourself for him to enter your cunt as you heard him spit into his hand and pump himself while he stared down at you. But as you feel him guiding his cock along your pussy, he slides over your clenching entrance and settles for the warmth of your squished and now slightly slick thighs.

Tsukishima wasted no time in setting a quick pace, with a thigh grip on your hip, he treated your soft thighs like his personal fleshlight. The more he thrusted, the more dampness collected between the two of you, so much so you could hear his dick being sucked into your thighs. You bit your lip to keep from whining when you felt his tip nudge your clit. Then it happened again, and again and repeatedly until all you could think about was Kei shoving your face into the mattress and rocking your world.

“want you daddy, please” you’d cry out, not being able to focus on the TV in front of you. You now fully focused on the fingers digging into your hips and the puffs of air leaving his mouth. Then you heard a low growl come from behind you.

“oh now you want me? you were just so focused on your little video. I’m taking care of myself since you didn’t wanna be a good obedient slut, so while i’m fucking your messy thighs you can sit and whine like a bitch in heat”

Kei always knew exactly what to say to get you whimpering and squirming on top of him, it was a special talent of his. Not only could his words turn you on beyond comprehension, they tuned you into exactly what he wanted you to be, his dirty slut. Your next words tumble out of your mouth before you can stop them.

“Please daddy, need you to fuck me. I can feel your cock rubbing against me. please please daddy, you always fuck me so good, fuck me so deep every time daddy, wanna be your good slut, wanna make you cum” you’d cry out, pushing back against him and arching your back

Tsukki grips your jaw and twists your head to look at him, “do you even hear the slutty words coming out of your filthy mouth huh? begging for my cock like a desperate slut? you’re fucking addicted to this cock aren’t you?” he slams into you in one go, making you grip onto his arm. “pathetic, you’re so fucking needy for daddys cock in your cunt, you’re dripping”

He immediately sets a rough pace, his long fingers digging into your hips and jaw. He’s got you pulled against his chest real close and you can barely hear your own moans over Keis groans and your skin slapping and pussy squelching. It’s beautifully nasty and it’s making you lose your mind. You mentally searching for an anchor to ground yourself in the realm of existence the duck is just THAT good.

You turn your head mouth open and looking for the finger on your cheek, sucking on his middle finger to muffle your screams. It nearly send Tsukki over the edge and he roars lowly in your ear.

“What? My cock not enough slut? Need daddy to fill your other holes?” He laughs mockingly, shoving two fingers down your throat. He kisses your temple as you choke and gargle around his long slender fingers, his knuckles are pressing against the top of your throat and his finger tips are nearly down your trachea.

“...frease yathy...” you gargle around tsukkis fingers, you’re not even sure you fully understand what you’re saying.

“what’s that baby? speak up? cant understand you when you babble” He pulls his fingers out until nothing but the finger tips remains on your lips, spit hanging in strings around your mouth and drool byline at the corners.

“please daddy, feels so good, wanna cum” you all but sobbed

“my little slut wants to cum? alright baby, hold on” Tsukki growls, he wrapped his left arm around your torso while his other hand pushed your head away from him as leverage, slamming into you as hard and fast as he possibly can. You’re screaming and cumming and crying and shaking and it’s all so much but it’s soooo good and you think for a moment you’ll be able to catch your breathe as his thrusts slow down and he pulls out of you.

Then you’re being flipped on your back and tsukishimas dick is being slammed back into you at an angle, automatically hitting that spot that rips a screech from your throat and causing your village to blur.

“look at my baby, fucked so stupid she can’t even stop crying” Tsukki coos, licking at your tears and kissing the apple of your cheeks.

“Love you daddy” You whine in a voice that has tsukki sitting up, dragging your hips into his lap.

“awe is daddy’s cock all you can think about sweetheart? my dumb little slut, taking me so well like the fuck toy you are”

“Yea daddy, i’m your good fuck toy.” You babble drunkenly. Tsukishima absolutely Loved you like this, pretty eyes red and slightly puffy, you’re shedding tears but smiling. you’re so cock drunk you’d agree with nearly anything he said as long as he was the one saying it. Your body mostly limp except for the small shivers that run through.

“Yea baby? What else? Tell daddy how you like to be treated slut,” He pops a quick slap on your bouncing chest, causing you to jump. He wanted to see how far your take this.

“daddy’s cocksleeve, so deep, daddy’s good little slut....good slut....” You recount all your favorite insults your boyfriend spews at you while your fucking. Tsukki has never been quiet during sex, nearly as long as y’all have been having sex, he’s been spewing dirty insults at you.

At your confession, Tsukki fucks into you harder and faster, causing you to tense up. His tip is slamming into your cervix and you feel like your being split in half.

“S’too deep, too much daddy” you whine, hips bucking to gain some relief.

“It’s too much? Do you think I fucking care? You said it yourself baby, you’re my cocksleeve so i’m gonna fuck you until i’m done, i don’t care how many times you gush and cream around me, i’m gonna fuck you unconscious if i wanna.”

“Yes daddy, please” Tsukki doesn’t think you even know what he just said, but he smiles and grips your throat anyway.

“You didn’t lie did you slut? You said you were my good fuck toy, you know how I feel about lying sluts?” A growl tore through his chest as he continued fucking into your body.

“No daddy, i’m a good slut, your fuck toy. want your cum daddy” You cry. Tsukki loosens the grip on your throat to listen to your fucked out babbles.

He nearly loses his mind as he watches your much smaller hand move around until it grabs his own from your hip, licking his lips as you drag it to your lower belly, pushing his palm down.

“Want you to cum here daddy, can feel you” You look into tsukkis eyes and he nearly whines himself at the slutty yet happy look in your eyes. He pushed down more, feeling the tip of cock press against his own hand, groaning he shoved into you one last time, spilling his seed as deep into your body as he can,

“feel me in your tummy baby? good fucking girl, milking me dry. you want my babies don’t ya sweet girl?” Tsukki ruts into you to make sure you’ve got every last drop. He may be a mean dom but he’s always so sweet to you when he’s cumming, something about his orgasm makes him spread praise like it’s his job.

His orgasam suck one from you, causing you to squirt all over your boyfriends covered torso.

“look at this mess slut, it’s okay. I’ll clean it up this time, next time you’re getting punished” Tsukki speaks plainly, plopping a kiss in your forehead as he pulls out, heading to the bathroom to get some things to clean you with.

[may-day-voice]

Prom Night Lights - The Beginning

Katsuki Bakugou Timeline | 172732014

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It was supposed to be a simple day. A simple, normal day filled with anticipation and excitement. The day when you stepped into the real world outside from the safety net. But you never prepared for what was to come, for the hurt that would inflict, for the dark to overshadow.

You weren’t prepared for your heart to break.

You grabbed hold of hands that grasped onto your fingers, hanging upside down in the air while maneuvering yourself a safe distance from the crash site. Out on patrol with fellow interns turned into a rescue mission when a massive traffic incident occurred in one of the most populous intersections in Musatafu. Cars and trucks were mangled or destroyed, billowing smoke into the air while emergency personnel made headway in tending to the wounded.

Meanwhile you floated towards the borders of the intersection, carefully dropping a casualty towards medics on the scene. Your hands were covered in blood and soot, having to pull those who were trapped within the metallic wreckage.

“That’s number three,” you called, still dangling aimlessly in the air.

“Impulse! We need help here!” Called a fellow intern from amongst the crash site.

With a click of your ankles, you landed onto the ground to push yourself back into the air, soaring towards your teammate above the fire and smoke. His large hands lifted part of a car, revealing a young woman in the crash, her eyes searching above while she breathed erratically.

“Don’t know how long I can hold this up,” warned your teammate, his usual stoic gaze now concentrating on keeping the mangled car lifted for access to the woman below.

“Here, grab my hand,” you ordered, floating slowly into the maw of the wreckage while reaching for the woman inside. The look in her eyes caught yours, finding the fear written all over them, terrified.

A slip of your teammate’s feet caused the car to creak, almost snapping onto you from above, your hands immediately pushing against the heavy wreck in reaction. Your eyes searched in his, concerned about the situation only to notice he found his footing again.

“I’m okay,” he reassured, holding the car back once more. “Go.”

You drew back to the woman, spotting her body recoil back inside in fear. With a deep breath, you slowly floated back in, hanging upside down with your hands outstretched towards her. “Come on, let’s get you out of here,” you coaxed, your open palm inviting her in.

Slowly, her shaking hand reached out, grabbing hold of yours. With both your hands securing her grip, you slowly floated out from the hole, taking the woman with you, her weight pulling at your arms before you spotted her feet clearing the maw.

“Let go now,” you called, watching your teammate finally relieve himself from the strain and the piece of metal crash into the wreckage that trapped a casualty.

Two hours. It took two hours to help clear casualties from the crash site. The aftermath left you and your teammates to be checked out by medics before being discharged from the incident, followed by your supervisor Kido back to the agency for a debriefing on today’s activities.

It felt like a quiet day, which was good for the most part. You scratched two hours of the day, plus another hour for debriefing and cleaning up. It allowed less strain on your body, and more focus on other events you had penciled in ever since-

“Man, you? A plus one? Lucky,” spat a classmate of yours inside the locker rooms. “I would kill to get past those gates.”

“You really don’t mean that,” you replied in jest.

“Oh no, I do. Truly, happily.”

“Have you figured out what you’re dressing in?” Spoke another, the same one who helped you on the rescue. “You should talk with him about that.”

“Coordination is key,” chirped the other.

“Guys, it’s a first time thing, okay?” You reassured. “They’re in the middle of graduating right now for all we know.”

“But to be invited to a prom of all things in UA? Whoever is the event coordinator is a genius.”

The vibrations of your phone caught your ear, spotting a text message appearing on your screen. A sneak peek of the message was the usual - an ETA for tonight. That was all. You noticed the messages were getting shorter and sharper with your beau. It has been over the past year. Still, being the final year in UA was probably a stressful time for students from across the board. You had felt the pressure yourself at your schooling.

“You think if I could catch Todoroki’s eye maybe-“

“Stopping you there,” interrupted one of your classmates, his drowsy aloof eye staring at the other. “He’s probably taken.”

“You don’t know that!”

“He talks about someone from his school very frequently. I think he’s taken.”

Another buzz from your phone caught your ear, checking the screen to spot a message from someone unexpected. Eijirou Kirishima’s name was emblazoned in the text box with a video attached. Watching your classmates bicker between themselves gave you the perfect opportunity for you to view this message without their attention, opening it to reveal the stage of the graduation. Perhaps this was very recent, considering the time of day it was before a familiar blond student walked up to the podium. You couldn’t hold back your smile, watching Katsuki Bakugou be congratulated on his graduation day, and turn irately towards the camera following Kirishima’s loud and rambunctious celebratory yell from the crowd.

“Did your beau send something juicy?” Chirped your classmate, turning to find a coy smile on her face.

“What? No!” You deflected, placing your phone away. “I gotta make tracks anyway.”

“You better take photos or it didn’t happen!”

You waved both of your teammates goodbye, hoisting your backpack onto your shoulders to add more weight to your less than convenient gravity. Stepping out of the agency, you tapped your toes before making your way towards the tall white gates of UA. Despite the lack of information you gave to your teammates back at the agency, you had already picked out your formal wear. You had planned to make a day of UA’s graduation for their students, knowing your own from your establishment was happening first thing tomorrow morning. The more time you could spend with the city’s foremost Pro-Hero candidates equaled sacrificing one night of preparation for your graduation, at least you convinced yourself as such.

Everything had been planned ahead of time, thanks to your beau’s meticulous need for timing. However, you had other plans ahead of his own, ones you had announced to him during his plans which, to your dismay and unsurprising predictability, did not please him. Reassurance wasn’t his strong point, and you’ve learnt it wasn’t yours as well. At least when trying to ease his passive aggressive tantrums.

Another buzz of your phone caught your attention again from those thoughts, picking it up to find a text message from Izuku Midoriya of all people.

Can’t wait to see you again! You’re on the way?

Actually, I’ll be another 20 minutes. How was the ceremony?

It was great! Everyone’s excited here at the dorms. I’ll be setting up Gym Gamma for tonight, so meet me there?

And Kaachan can’t wait either.

You chuckled at the words, wondering how Bakugou must be feeling after today. It made you wonder about the months leading up to today. In fact, it seemed a bit odd, watching him at the agency being almost cold and aloof, answering you in short and distancing himself half of the time. Again, UA was a prestigious academy. You thought the same way that the stress must be getting to the students.

Further fact, that short text felt like-

Yeah, I’ll meet you at Gym Gamma. Let Bakugou know I can’t wait either.

Lately it had been this way, communicating with other students rather than Bakugou himself these past months leading to the end of the school year. You’ve heard from Midoriya, Kirishima, even Denki Kaminari spoke to you a few texts here and there. Bakugou however had gone dark some of the time. You recalled a few times in your second year having constant late night calls with him, some of those nights being a saving grace when the both of you were too busy to just stop for a coffee or a shake. But nowadays, he had been-

Hey! You coming over soon? Kaminari is practically begging for a player two on his team.

I’ll be there. Just stopping by somewhere first. Maybe another 25?

You better hurry up. Bakugou’s practically wiping the floor with him in this game.

Well, another thing to slot in, but nothing that detracted from your original plans. With a smile, you continued on your walk to UA, hands on your straps while you felt the strain on your shoulders once more.

——

Soon, the familiar white gates appeared. As per usual, you stood by the entrance, waiting for some time before being verified to enter the grounds. It took a while for this process. At first, you were accompanied by your beau when he came along to invite you, or when he had to make it for Management classes. However, over the years, it became an infrequent visit with the Hero students. Lately though, it was between how quickly the guards could phone a friend. Even more so, it was less your beau, and more so one of the Hero students, whether it was Midoriya, Kirishima, or even Shouto Todoroki of all of them. It used to be Bakugou, but even he had been slow to answer.

After being granted entry, you immediately made your way to Gym Gamma, watching the large group of students prepare for the night. You had not seen so many fairy lights in your life while they were being strung up high across the pathways and into the auditorium. It was a mess, but it was organized chaos while you traversed between wandering students and piles of decorative materials for the festivities to follow.

“Midoriya!” You called from across the auditorium, spotting the green-haired boy ahead. His eyes turned towards you with a smile, lightly jogging his way through the auditorium.

“Hey, how are things?” He asked with a hug, his large arms engulfing you.

“Pretty good, we were in the middle of a rescue mission in the city,” you replied with a smile. “But that’s all the excitement today.”

“You’re not excited about tonight?”

“I mean, yeah, of course I am! Congratulations! Think I can collect my clothes?”

“Oh, right, I don’t have them on me because of everything happening right now, but they’re at Heights Alliance.”

“Then, why did you ask me to come here first?”

“I wanted to say hi.”

You chuckled at his reply, happy to see Midoriya well. There had been some controversy with all that happened throughout the years, things that you felt were considered taboo, however, stories came with time. You noticed the extra scars across his body, also recalling the scars Bakugou had received during Musatafu’s darker times. The worry that drowned you was immense, only subsiding after months of silence, and that one phone call from Todoroki surprisingly.

With a goodbye, you left Midoriya to his devices in the auditorium, leaving him behind for Heights Alliance. Eventually both shoulders felt sore from the weights in your backpack, deciding to only hang the bag from one shoulder and feeling your toes scraping the ground. According to the predetermined ETA, you had a few hours to spare. Still, it felt like you had very little time left until you stood before Class 3-A’s dorms. Midoriya had explained he left your formal wear with Bakugou, who by his description of the event, reluctantly agreed. With a heavy sigh, you made your way up the stairs, only to bump into somebody walking out from the dorms.

“Oh sorry!” You blurted.

“No, you’re good!” Quickly piped the student before they walked away from the stairs, lightly jogging towards the large pathway towards the school. You watched them take flight, trailing with a dress suit on their shoulders only to shrug it off and continue into the dorms, knocking on the door.

Luckily, that student left it ajar.

“Hello?” You called inside, spotting very familiar faces by the lounges in the foyer.

“Yes! My player two!” Yelled Kaminari, quickly running up to you and pulling you inside. “Kaachan keeps whipping my ass!”

“That’s because you suck, Dunce face!” Growled Bakugou, his red eyes flashing towards the door before they laid on you.

“You made it just in time. Kaminari was getting desperate,” voiced Kirishima with a toothy grin.

You nervously giggled while being dragged inside, noticing how careful Kaminari was to keep your feet on the ground. It had been a couple of years now, but ever since that scare, you figured Kaminari had learnt his lesson. Otherwise, by the way Bakugou was, it came as no surprise that Kaminari was just being more careful around him. You smiled at the irate blond before Kaminari handed you a controller, soon convincing Kirishima to join in a game of teams. It was a whirlwind of a greeting, suddenly being sucked into a game of wits and fun with the Hero students. It was the release you needed filled with laughter, for at least a good hour losing to Kirishima and Bakugou.

After admitting defeat and a quick conversation with the students, Bakugou led you to his dorm, taking the elevator up to the fourth floor. The ride was silent, leaving you to wonder what was going on through his head, stopping yourself a few times to speak until the doors opened on his floor. From the corner of your eye, you noticed a familiar dual-haired student speaking with another by the stairs with quiet voices before being led to Bakugou’s door, watching Bakugou unlock it-

“Congratulations,” you finally spoke, catching his ear. “I got to witness your graduation, kinda.”

“What do you mean?” He asked gruffly while allowing you in.

“Kirishima sent me a video.”

“That Shitty Hair sent it to you?”

“I thought you knew.”

“I’m gonna kill him.”

“Please don’t.”

A grunt escaped Bakugou’s lips before he made his way to his closet, pulling out your outfit already packed in a large box. You smiled up at him, taking the box from him and placing it on his bed.

“Thanks Bakugou, I really appreciate it,” you warmly said while you opened the lid.

“What are you doing?” he asked with genuine confusion.

“Getting dressed.”

“Here?”

“Well, Midoriya offered to help but since he’s been put on the event committee I have to do it in your room.”

“So the nerd was going to dress you?”

“Do you want to help me?”

The look on Bakugou’s face was one of confusion, anger, and frustration - a fairly normal reaction for the most part. However, unbeknownst to you, he felt a flush of heat wash through his cheeks. This was never discussed between Midoriya and himself when he agreed to hold onto your outfit for tonight. In fact, the getting dressed part was never mentioned. His thoughts held his focus until he glanced your way, already stripping off your shirt.

“Wait a goddamn minute, Lightweight!” He yelled, stopping you from stripping any further. “At least, let me turn my back on you.”

You soon found Bakugou’s back indeed turned to you, looking out his window instead. You couldn’t help a small giggle before you walked up to him, grabbing hold of his wrist. “I just need your hand on my shoulder,” you reassured, placing his hand across the crook of your neck. “Just ground me. I won’t take long.”

Bakugou grumbled under his breath, but still kept his eyes outside of his room. Every movement you made caused his fingers to slip on your skin, feeling the tension in your muscles. He figured you had that backpack on for some time to keep you from flying away, but he also felt something else other than that. The short amount of time you spent with everyone downstairs gave him an odd feeling. Even the elevator ride up to his room was tense. Bakugou knew he hadn’t been keeping contact whether at the agency or on call, but today he saw something that you wanted to say.

It bothered him.

“Okay, you can let go now,” you said, allowing Bakugou to release his fingers and turn around to see you now fully dressed in your attire. What surprised him the most was that you were on the ground without any apparatus to hold you.

“Bracelets,” you explained, showing off metallic braces on your wrists. “And anklets. It took a while for support to come up with something practical for social outings.”

“Um… you look… good,” he complimented, taking you by surprise.

“Thanks, I’m glad you think so. Anything that’s good for Lord Explosion Murder-“

“Shut it with that name! It’s Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight!”

You giggled again, finding the joy of pushing his buttons sometimes before you noticed the time - close to the ETA.

“I’ll see you tonight, God Dynamight?” You asked with a smile. All you received was a scoff, enough of a response from Bakugou before leaving his dorm room and heading for the elevators. On the way, you walked past Todoroki, greeting with a quick hello before disappearing into the elevators, eager for the night to start.

Bakugou couldn’t stop this feeling that had him aloof and frustrated. He had tried to tell himself otherwise, focusing on his studies and his credentials to become a certified Pro-Hero. But with every phone call, every text, every passing moment he saw you, something stirred. It felt good, but it was wrong. You were with someone else - that Management student - that he knew did not treat you with the respect you deserved. The number of late night phone calls were proof of that, and yet, you still stayed with the man.

He couldn’t fathom your choice. And he hated it.

“Are you busy?” Asked Todoroki by his open door.

“Does it look like I’m busy?” Spat Bakugou.

“No.”

“What is it, Icy-Hot?”

“Are you going to do something about it?”

Bakugou eyed the dual-haired man, filled with anger from his thoughts, but silent without a scoff or a grumble. “What’s it to you?” he questioned with a sneer.

“We all know he’s bad news,” continued Todoroki. “Nepotism at its best.”

“Look who’s talking Half-and-Half, son of the Number One.”

“The point is that he’s rotten, never worked a day in his life, and was given a silver spoon. All signs of an arrogant, spoiled, hand-fed individual. And he doesn’t deserve them.”

Bakugou turned his glare onto Todoroki, noticing the seriousness in his eyes before he walked away from the door, leaving Bakugou with his last words. The blond stood in his room, contemplating on Todoroki’s words and the number of conversations to and fro about this feeling. He knew that the Management student was a bad egg, someone undeserving, yet he knew he couldn’t actively try to convince you. Even though he had time and time again called your beau a moron, it wasn’t enough.

For once, he hated not being direct over these years.

He grumbled while he rummaged through his closet, pulling out the outfit Kirishima had picked out for him for tonight. Perhaps seeing you later would ease the tension headache that persisted.

——

Night fell across the sky with the dying light of oranges turning into purples and the stars twinkling in the clear. The number of students that made their way to Gym Gamma came in waves, including the Hero students who came as a group. Despite his friends trying to persuade him to join, Bakugou advised he needed some time to get ready, earning a teasing jeer from Kaminari. Bakugou cared less about what words were shared, preferring to keep himself hidden after a majority of students had made their way to the prom planned for their graduation.

He was left to his thoughts, hoping that you had already made your way to Gym Gamma with your date for the night. He didn’t want to see that picture of you in his arms, knowing you chose him. That frustration brewed, coming to terms with his want of asking you to the event for months, and not going through with it.

After some time to his thoughts, Bakugou made his way, walking alone on the grounds of Heights Alliance. The quiet was deafening despite the loud music catching his ear ahead in the auditorium. He felt trapped in this emotional limbo, desperately needing to do something to satiate his need to see you. Pulling out his phone, he located your number, immediately texting without any hesitation.

I’m expecting a dance.

He smirked, feeling some sense of pride in himself, and hopefully reprieve from his own emotions until the sound of a phone caught his ear, one that immediately received a text. Bakugou stopped, turning towards the entrance of the school lecture halls, past the shoe lockers that lined the room. The closer he made his way, the louder the sobs, finding your cries echoing in the empty halls.

“Lightweight?” He called, catching your attention before you quickly tried to wipe away the tears that stained your cheeks.

From around the corner of the stairwell, you found him climbing towards you, his red eyes glaring at the sight of you sitting on the stairs, leaning underneath the railings.

“What did he do?” He quickly snapped.

“Nothing,” you spoke through your tears, attempting to calm yourself down. “He did nothing.”

“Like hell he didn’t!”

“No, Bakugou, just-“

“I’m gonna kill him.”

You saw a rage unlike anything you had seen in the blond. Despite your emotional state, you had gotten used to Bakugou’s anger, even understood it. But this was almost unspoken of, seering through his very core. Bakugou lost control. His own emotions spilled upon seeing you torn and worn, used and spat out as opposed to how happy you looked hours ago. Whatever frustrations he held, they were unleashed with a furious rage.

“He broke up with me,” you admitted, gaining Bakugou’s attention from the whirlwind of emotions he felt. “He didn’t want me to drag him through the mess that I am. I didn’t save enough. I wasn’t fast enough. I couldn’t-“

You held your head in your hands, trying to keep the tears at bay until you felt large hands grab hold of yours, pulling them away to reveal yourself to Bakugou, his eyes glaring into your red sore ones.

“What the hell are you talking about?” Asked Bakugou, his voice painted with a calm tone despite his gruff voice.

“… am I a Hero?” You asked, sniffling while your eyes looked away from his. “Am I good enough?”

Bakugou was surprised and yet confused by the question. He was still trying to understand his own feelings, this abrupt need to protect you everywhere you went despite your own independent and wayward nature.

“Five. I only saved five in two hours,” you continued. “And there were more bodies-“

You stopped your breath, holding your tears back from the thought, before the realization dawned on Bakugou. He had kept up with the news recently, a way to pass the time while waiting in his room earlier that night. An incident occurred in Musatafu involving multiple cars in a massive crash, and he recalled the body count.

He held onto your hands tightly, now realizing your hesitation to speak or start conversations. It would’ve been at the forefront of your mind, only masked by the smile you had all day for UA’s graduating classes. The next thought to follow left a bitter taste, wondering what that Management student must have said to you to think this way. With what Todoroki and he had discussed earlier that day, Bakugou could only fathom the disgusting nature of your interaction with someone who looked down at failures.

Tears continued to well up in your eyes. They wouldn’t stop. You couldn’t until you felt a large pair of arms hug you close, pushing you against the stairs but closer to his chest, engulfed in his embrace.

“You’re more than good enough,” whispered Bakugou in your ear, comforting your head against his shoulder. “You don’t need my approval or anyone else’s for that matter. You make that choice for yourself. You’re smart, you have common sense, half the time, and… you’re one of the few people I can talk to.”

He pulled you away, his eyes now glued back on yours while you stared into his, swallowing the words you just heard moments ago.

“He doesn’t deserve you,” he slowly started. “You deserve better than that trash. You know I already call him a moron, because he is one. You-“

“You ground me,” you interrupted.

“What?”

“You’ve always grounded me Bakugou. You’ve kept me close. You’ve always looked out for me. Why?”

Bakugou choked, wondering what to say, almost feeling like he was cornered, surrounded by the emotions that had been drowning him for months. Was it right? Was this the moment?

“I’m sorry I asked,” you quickly quipped, trying to stand before you felt yourself pull back into Bakugou, his lips crashing into yours. It was a light kiss, despite the rush into it, almost hesitant on its touch before you eased into his rhythm. He was warm, tender, and it lit a spark that you wished would never stop while you held onto his neck. He pulled away slowly, caressing your cheek and embracing your breath on his, feeling every part of you while you sat by the stairs.

“You’re worthy to be a Hero,” whispered Bakugou. “And I’m proud to have you stand with me out there.”

“I’m worthy to be next to God Dynamight?” You asked with laughter breaking through your tears.

“Yeah, yeah, go ahead and laugh.”

Whatever sadness that broke your heart was mended in that moment, by none other than Bakugou of all people. Still, for all those moments the both of you shared, you felt a bond with him, one that incited jealousy from a growing toxic partnership. He was an explosive light that brightened the dark. He was the warmth that healed the pain.

“Still, the God Dynamight will always keep me grounded,” you continued with a smile. “Starting from zero.”

“Just call me Katsuki, dumbass,” he inferred with a growl, causing another giggle to erupt from you. “How about you come to my graduation prom with me, Twinkle Toes?”

Today was meant to be a simple day, but it wasn’t simple at all. It was more than that.

It was the start of something wonderful.

[imagintheworldaway]

Together

Anonymous asked: Hello! Can you do a Harryxfem! Reader where people see how Harry looks at the reader (calorie challenge- rematch (time stamp 27:17)) and the reader is so oblivious to Harry’s feeling for her because he broke up with his long-term ex last fall and she doesn’t want to read deep into it and just keeps telling people that they’re just friends even though everyone can see past the bull crap and keeps shipping them because they’re very similar and meant to be and after months of Harry pinning after her he tries to move on and go on dates (which fails but she doesn’t know that it’s not working out for him ) so she starts seeing someone and magically somehow end up together and become the “it” couple because of how blunt and honest they are. Sorry that was long! Hope you can write it thanks!

A/N Good gosh this is a long one. I hope you enjoy! Requests are open 

Sitting on the sofa next to Cal, snuggled in a mountain of blankets in Harrys apartment whilst the boys filmed a video was always fun. They were filming the 100,000 calorie challenge and it was JJ, Vik , Cal and Harrys turn to be eating the calories. We were sat watching JJ as he revealed he had absolutely failed the challenge to everyones surprise. The boys all started to complain as I giggled at the failure which was JJ right now. I felt a slight nudge on my side and Cal not so discreetly nodding towards Harry, I looked over at him and smiled but he averted his gaze from me and buried his head into the massive bear still complaining at JJ as it was revealed he had messed up the challenge even more by starting before the official time. 

After JJ’s little mess up they decided to make the fried mars bars, and I feel as though even saying it is cause for disaster. The boys were all crowded around the counter, just making a mess really, not much surprise there. I was happy in my own little world scrolling through instagram with the boys chatter in the background when I started to smell something burning and a mass amount of smoke from the boys. “Oh my god you idiots” I said matter of factly before grabbing the pan and holding it out the window, not wanting the apartment to stink of burnt mars bars as the guys tried to switch off the fire alarm. 

Once everything had calmed down I started to clean up as the boys ate the left over chocolates. “ you don’t have to clean up Y/N” Harry said to me as he bought over a plate to the sink. “Its ok I don’t mind, something to do at least” I smiled up at him. “You sure? I feel bad” he said scratching his shoulder and giving me an awkward smile. “I’m sure, go enjoy your food” I giggled pushing the boy away from me slightly. I finished up the washing as the boys chatted over their takeaways trying to figure out how many calories they were up to. I popped the remaining dishes in the dish washer and popped it on for the boys. 

Once they had finished Cal and I bid the boys goodbye and hoped in an Uber, we lived in the same apartment complex so it made sense that we shared rides just about everywhere. “Soooo” cal started tapping his his legs to the beat of the song that the Uber driver had popped on for us. i gave him a questioning glance as I sent my text to Harry, informing him I had popped the dish washer on and for him not to forget about it. “When are you two finally going to get together” Cal said peering over my shoulder and trying to take a peek at my texts with Harry. I just scoffed switching off my phone and turning my head to look at Cal. “Look he got out of a long term relationship not even six months ago, he just needs a friend right now, and that’s all I am, a friend, plus even if he hadn’t just gotten out of a relationship, well I don’t think he’d be interested in me anyway, like I said I’m just a friend” I shrugged to Cal giving him a half smile trying to cover the sadness which was evident on my face. “I don’t know Y/N if you ask me, or well any of the lads he looks at you like your a gift here gracing us all with your presence. like your some type of angel, he likes you, he really does, he’s just scared to ruin what you have” Cal stated as we hoped out the uber and made our ways into the lift. “Well I don’t want to sound rude, but I didn’t ask Cal, I don’t need my hopes being brought up just for it all to be speculation.” I stated matter of factly. “This is me, I’ll see you later yh?” I questioned Cal who just pursed his lips and nodded to me giving a small see ya. 

I really wasn’t trying to be rude but I had had my heartbroken so many times, and I don’t want to start getting my hopes up about Harry if it is just all speculation and some sort of narrative the lads were making up for themselves. I slumped down on my bed and posted a selfie on instagram asking people what they want to know about me. I wasn’t a huge YouTuber but I did have a large instagram following meaning the questions flooded in within an instant. There was the usual that I answered such as my favourite colour, what am I having for dinner, best place I had ever visited and so on. After a few more generic questions someone asked what my favourite picture was. I scrolled through my camera roll and found one of Harry and I at winter wonderland. we were both wearing Santa hats and he was giving me a piggy bag as I held onto a large teddy he had won me moments before. I captioned it ‘Christmas with my Bestfriend, look at how goofy he looks @wroetoshaw’ I giggled as I posted the pic remembering that day. it was a rare day off for the both of us and with Harrys break up still fresh I decided we should go to Winter Wonderland and just have fun. Which we did, it was one of my most treasured memories with him. He had taken his breakup so hard that I felt it was important that he had a friend around who could take the crying and emotions, someone to just cuddle with and forget about the world. And over the past few months I realised that my feelings for Harry had grown, but he was still hurting and there was no way that I was being any boys re-bound. 

I must have fallen asleep because I woke up to blaring light through the blinds of my lounge. I groaned to myself before getting up and trudging to my bedroom to sort myself out. i looked at my phone and I had a few texts from Harry. I smiled as I read them. 

‘Thank you! Almost forgot, you are honestly the best Xx’

‘You alive???? Xx’

‘Good night Xx’

‘Like the insta pic’

I furrowed my eyebrows at the last text. It was sent only minutes after the goodnight text and it didn’t have any of the kisses we usually put on the end of our texts to each other. I also hadn’t got a good morning text from Harry, that was particularly strange because I have always gotten a Good morning and Good night text from him for the past few months with out fail. I just shrugged it off before replying, 

‘Haha no problem! I fell asleep as soon as I got home I’m sorry :( wanna meet up later? Xx’

I smiled at my reply before going to my bedroom and changing to look more presentable. I checked my phone and it was almost lunch meaning Cal was coming over to film a video with me. just as I re adjusted my hair for the a millionth time I heard a knock on the door signalling that cal was here. “Hello stranger” I smiled letting him into my apartment with the array of crisps and snacks he had in his arms. We were filming a British corner shop mukbang whilst answering twitter questions. As Cal settled himself in my studio I helped by opening the array of snacks and cans of drink that he had bought for us. “Hey really weird question but have you heard from Harry today?” I questioned trying not to sound so desperate as to the whereabouts of the boy. “Uh yh messaging me all morning, think he’s got something on tonight. He not told you?” Cal looked up from the array of junk raising his eyebrows at me as I just shook my head in disbelief that he was ignoring me. As we settled in our seats and I turned the camera on I sent Harry a quick text. 

‘Hey have I done something wrong?? :( Xx’ 

The video was going amazing. Cal and I just naturally bounced off of each other and the questions the fans were giving us were quite juicy. “Alright, alright, I’ve got one. Y/N has Harry asked you out yet or is he still being a melt? From @CalFreezy” I giggled at the question and raised my eyebrows at Cal. “These are meant to be from Fans” I retorted to Cal telling him off a little. “Yh Freezy is your biggest fan he’s always nattering on about you and talking about you moving in with them when Harry gets the guts” Cal defended himself causing me to burst out laughing. “Well we all know Harry and I are friends, I love him very much but that’s as deep as it goes” I replied to Cals previous question from Freezy, slight sadness barely evident in my voice. “Is that the only thing that goes deep” Cal stated before bursting out laughing at himself and falling back in his chair ultimately falling off of it causing me to laugh. “Well that’s it for today guys thank you for watching and thanks to this idiot for joining me” I smiled at the camera before shutting it off and helping Cal from the floor. 

“You really need to stop that you know? You can’t force anything to happen” I said matter of factly towards cal as he nibbled on some Pringles. “You see Y/N I’m actually Cal from the future and I’m just stating facts” he gave me a cheesy grin as I tutted at him and rolled my eyes. I was taken out of my trance by a text from my phone. “Alright ditch me for lover boy” Cal called after me. I opened my phone to see it was from Harry but it wasn’t what I was expecting. 

‘Hey Y/N, we shouldn’t hang out anymore it makes Belle uncomfortable.’ 

“Cal what the fuck is this” I shouted to my friend. I heard the thudding of his feet and turned around to show him the message I had just received. He furrowed his eyebrows. “Belle Belle Belle Oh Belle, her really?” Cal scrunched his nose up at me. “Ummm elaborate, who’s Belle?” I pressed for him to release more info to me. “Oh Harry went on a date with her like three weeks ago, looks like it worked out, well for them I guess” Cal shrugged piecing the different parts of the puzzle together for me. “Oh, wow, so he is just gonna drop me like that, like I’m, I’m nothing, like i wasn’t the one there for him when he was mourning over his last breakup. Well that’s a kick in the teeth” I said starting to sniffle, tears threatening to break their way out of my eyes and my mood instantly dropping to nothing. “Hey no don’t cry” Cal said engulfing me in a hug, which I gladly melted into. “If he couldn’t see what he had with you then that boy is more blind than we all thought.” Cal reassured me rubbing my back. “Plus your make up looks too nice to cry it off” Cal said catching a stray tear from my face and making me giggle a little. “Oh Cal why can’t we fall in love?” I questioned sniffing and straightening out my clothes. “Because that would be like fucking my sister and that’s weird” Cal stated making me giggle. 

I don’t think anyone could quite get their heads wrapped around the fact that Harry was with someone new, especially because that someone was not me. For the next month I got fans tweeting me asking if Harry and I had broken up or if he had gone crazy. I also got sorry looks from my friends. Always being placed in the furthest seat away from Harry, always given excuses as to why I couldn’t come to shoots. It sucked majorly. And the worst part about all of this is everyone felt like they had to tread on eggshells around me, as if I wasn’t a fully grown woman who could handle these situations. 

I knocked on Simons apartment door before he opened it replying to someone about something. “Oh Y/N you alright” he said quickly closing the door a little. “Yh Talia said I could pop round and grab my camera that she borrowed.” I said smiling at the lanky man. “Oh yh well um come in, just be careful yh” Simon nodded at me. I furrowed my eyebrows and just nodded at his comment following him through to the living room. And as soon as I saw the tall figure sat next to Harry with an unimpressed look on her face I realised why Simon gave me such a warning. “Heyyyy Y/N Is here” Ethan called standing up giving me a hug making me giggle a little. “Yh Talia knicked my camera again” I stated smiling at the girl who blushed a little realising she still hadn’t returned my device. “Oh so that’s Y/N” a snotty voice said causing everyone to quiet down and all eyes turning in her direction. “Yup, the one and only” I smiled back at her trying to be as nice as possible. “Belle right? Nice to meet you” I smiled back at her trying to make conversation in the silent room. I rocked back and forth on my heels for a while, Belle gave me a good look up and down, narrowing her eyes and pursing her lips as if wanting to comment something. Before she could I saw Harry whisper something to her and she scoffed. “If I have an opinion I’m going to say it. And I have many about her” Belle said loud enough for everyone to hear whilst pointing at me. “Here I found it” Talia smiled at me handing me my camera before noticing the mood of the room. 

“Ok well, I will be off then, lovely to see you all and to meet you Belle” I stated the last part through gritted teeth before spinning around and making my way to the door. “Even worse from the back” I heard Belle try and whisper to I presume Harry. I stopped in my tracks and raised my eyebrows. The audacity of this girl, how dare she disrespect me in front of all my friends. I turned around to meet her eyes with a sickeningly sweet smile on my face. Before I could say anything though Talia butted in. “You know what, you do not talk to my friend like that, I have barely known you a month and I am so sick of you already, please leave before I do or say something I regret” she smiled at Belle joining me by my side and linking arms with me. Belle just looked around at everyone, with everyone just averting their gaze and waiting for something big to happen. All she did was huff, grabbing Harrys hand and storming out of the apartment with him. 

“Jesus Y/N what did you do to make him choose her, she’s like an angry controlling goblin” Ethan huffed as soon as we all heard the door close. “Hey, I got cut off a long time ago, ask him not me” I giggled before thanking Talia and leaving the apartment to go home. 

I was lounging around my apartment, Ethans words spiralling around my head. I decided tonight was for me. I popped on my favourite movie and rummaged through my freezer finding some ben and Jerrys and starting to scoff down the tub. This sofa must be super man or something because I had soon fallen asleep, I was only awoken by loud continuous knocking at my door. I regained my focus and gaged my surrounding before wrapping a blanket around myself and making my way to the door. As soon as I opened it I was pulled into a bone crushing hug. “I’m so fucking sorry, its you its always been you, I don’t know what I was thinking, I just needed someone to fill the void and she was ok for a week but I need you. You are all I need, all I want, please forgive me I love you” as much as I just wanted to melt into his arms I pulled my self back so that we were an arm lengths apart. “You best come in” I sighed. I finished the teas and made my way over to Harry, passing him his favourite mug of mine. I crossed my legs as we sat at opposite ends of the sofa in silence. 

“What about Belle?” I broke the silence, harry whipped his head up to look at me. “Look I’m so sorry she was a mistake and I should never have even given her shot. She’s so nasty and I could never forgive myself. This past month without you has felt like my heart was ripped in two. I’ve been so miserable and then when I saw you today I felt like I had been given a new chance at life. I get it if you hate me but I need you so bad and I cant live without you.” Harry opened his heart to me for the second time that evening. “You’re such a dummy Harry” I said with a sigh placing my mug on the coffee table. Harry looked at me as if he was broken by the words I just said. I just shook my head at him before leaning over and planting a soft kiss on his lips. The moment seemed to last forever. It was like in the movies when time slowed down and fireworks erupted around the couple who after all their trials and tribulations finally found each other. “I can’t help but love you Harry” I whispered only inches from his face as I pulled back for air, a sly grin on my face. Harrys arms snaked around my wait brining me into him for another soft kiss. i leant my head on his chest listening to his heart, thumping like it was going to break out and slap me in the face. “So what now” harry mumbled into my hair. I leant up so my eyes met his. “Well you will ask me on a date to a nice restaurant where we end up getting a little too drunk. Then we walk along the Thames, watching people walk by when at the perfect moment when the city goes silent you ask me to be your girlfriend and then we come back here and spend the night together. But with a little more physical activity than were used to” I grinned at him causing him to chuckle. “So you forgive me?” He said looking at me with pleading eyes. “God yes I forgive you, I could never be mad at you” I smiled at him. How could I? I did truly love him and it was as simple as that. 

After a few months, and the date Harry had promised, we told our friends and announced to our followers that we had finally decided to get together. apparently it was quite obvious as the boys had started taking bets as to when we would tell them about our new relationship. The fans seemed to love it as well, always receiving amazing and supportive comments on all of our posts and videos that we did together. Although we were young I think people saw how care free and happy we made each other. Most importantly how much we loved each other.

[interstellix]

full hearts ↳ lee minho (lee know)

genre: angst, fluff

summary: no matter how it’s played, it’s always the same ending - unless a new one is unlocked

word count: 2235

requested: “i would like to request an au with minho please and ummmm well :O IT’S CUTE”

warnings: mentions of blood

a/n: LMFAOO ALLY LOML I’M SO SORRY IDK WHAT THE HELL WENT WRONG HERE I- listen consider this a free coupon for a free request with no expiration date bc this shit went straight to hell LOL but ye ily mwah @walkingonwave​ also why tf did it get so long fjdfdhjdk

you hate it when someone plays your video game. not one that you own, but one that you’re in.

you hate it because, no matter how often it's played and how often you have to experience the same story over and over again, you never get used to the terror and pain lacing it.

there’s more to it than the eye meets, what the screen shows and what the player is served; to you, it’s simply too much.

“I swear, this game ruined my life,” minho sighs before showing you a smug smirk, “good thing I have one more.”

you shoot him a glare but still glance at the digital wristband he wears which, much to your relief, shows a glowing red heart next to two black ones. indeed, one more life.

“how can you even be joking in this kind of situation?” you ask between heavy breaths and look him up and down. “you’re bleeding from your arm, you just got shot in your leg and there are probably two, three broken ribs as well.”

minho snorts, “can you blame me? the player sucks.”

you can’t argue against that. the player does suck for sure, constantly getting you and the rest of your team in trouble, making you die left and right, using potions and other items like they’re lollipops handed out to children; honestly, you’re surprised they have even made it this far into the game - the final stage and battle. that said,

“yeah but you can still control what’s going on behind the scenes. maybe, maybe you wouldn’t be in the miserable state y-”

you’re cut short by the high-pitched, piping noise you’ve by now come to dread, not fancying the explosion it’s shortly after to be accompanied by; just as it comes, minho wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you up from the shattered pavement you had fallen limp on.

“as if you’re in place to call me miserable,” he sighs and runs away from the spot all while still carrying both his equipment and you. “look at yourself, I’m impressed you even have enough energy to complain so much.”

you remain silent, aware that you can’t deny it. the adrenaline rushing through your body is really the only thing keeping you awake despite you being in a fairly worse state than you had claimed minho to be in.

said one doesn’t slow down but occasionally steals glances at you and upon noting the exhaust slowly but surely taking over your features, he calls out, worry clear in his voice, “god damn it, y/n! keep your eyes open, you still have a full life left, right?”

though not all too pleased by it, minho takes the low hum escaping you as a valid answer and keeps running to the first possible shelter found. you eventually find yourself in a two story building, not in a particularly perfect state with the catastrophe of a final battle going on in the city but enough for shelter.

“minho?” hearing the energy gradually leaving your voice, minho bites his lip to stay relaxed and instead hums, waiting for you to go on. “how can you stay so calm?”

as he enters a bedroom and carefully places you down in the rightful bed inside, he answers simply, “if I show you I’m scared, you’ll start panicking even more, right?” slowly, he removes the heavy equipment from your body, showing you a small smile while wiping a wound on your cheekbone clean from blood. “I don’t really fancy that idea.”

the playful look in his face loosens into a soft one, lips curled up in a small smile and eyes warm, “make sure you get some rest, yeah?”

as soon as you hear this, your eyes widen and fear quickly fills you. tightly grabbing onto the hand now cupping your cheek, you question in a shake breath, “where are you going?”

“I have to find the rest of the team, it’s been a while since we were separated and I still can’t get in touch with them-”

a sharp pain settles itself in your abdomen when you hastily sit up in the bed but at that moment, you can’t seem to care any less about it and hold onto his shoulder instead. “w-wait, you’re just gonna leave me here?!”

minho lightly pushes your hand away and answers with clear confusion, “no, but we can’t just ditch the re-”

the conversation is cut short when the nth explosion erupts in the outside world, followed by a whole chain of more and you look out through the window, the city might as well be considered the hell on earth by now; the sight of dark smoke, fire and more and more buildings getting destroyed only adds to the lump of fear and anxiety in you. you look back at minho and with pleading, glossy eyes, you just barely manage say through your irregular breathing increasing at a ridiculously high pace,

“min, p-please, don’t leave me alone.”

he furrows his eyebrows, not understanding just how desperate you are for him to not find the rest of your friends, to the point where it almost sounds selfish. “what’s wrong with you? we have to find the guys to finish the ga-”

right then, just as he catches a sole tear escaping your eye, realization seems to sink down on him, features once again softening. it’s nothing about selfishness at all, nothing about wanting to ‘ditch’ the rest of your friends. it’s simply the fear and pain of losing the person most dear to you - him.

“y/n...” minho’s hand returns to your cheek, this time to tenderly wipe the corner of your eye dry and as he speaks, his voice is almost comforting even during the definition of war currently going on, “we’ve played this game so, so many times, baby. you already know I’m always right with you.”

eyes shutting close, you lean into the touch of his hand and whisper, “you know that’s a lie, minho; I hate this game so much, we play everything together with the other guys, beat the final stage every, damn, time but we never get a happy ending. that shit just doesn’t exist in this game and I can’t handle it anymore.”

just as your vent of panic comes to an end, your wristband suddenly starts beeping, two quick, disturbing tunes. even more confused, minho looks down at its screen only for his jaw to drop; out of your three hearts, only a half of the last one is still shining and instead of the bright red, it’s a purple.

with a mix of anger and his own panic, minho groans while scanning your body for any possible causes of it, “when the fuck did you get poisoned?!” before going on, he finally finds a dark patch on your upper arm, staining it with the same shade of purple as shown on the screen. “why did you never tell me?”

despite the sobbing you’ve broken out in in the middle of the chaos, you choke out, “wouldn’t matter, player drained it all.”

minho’s jaw clenches and while he himself stays quiet, his mind is screaming, trying to figure out how to solve the situation. reaching out to the sheets under you, he pulls off a strip and hurries to wrap it around your arm in hopes of the poison to not spread as fast anymore. “listen well, alright?” he begins as he ties a tight knot. “don’t move or you’ll only lose even more health points; I don’t care if there’s never a happy ending, I won’t have you dying on me before we’re even done here.”

“but-”

“I can’t have you getting scared either. I won’t be able to focus on the game if I know you’re scared,” minho interrupts. he cups your face, solid eyes locking with your own, words gentle as they’re uttered,

“look at me, y/n. don’t think of anything else, just look at me.”

though staying quiet, you do as told. you do as told, relishing in the warmth radiating from his hands, letting yourself relax at the sight of your boyfriend so close up even though he looks like mess on two legs. you do as told, only for one tear after another to build up in your eyes.

minho leans his forehead against yours. when he whispers, you notice that you’re not the only scared one here, the shakiness in it revealing more than enough. all that said, he still manages to say every word you both need to hear and trust.

“just a little more... I don’t care about a happy story, if the game’s going to end, I want it to end with you next to me so hang on just a little more.”

whether it’s the pain, exhaust from the poison or you simply finding a sense of calm for the first time in a good while, you don’t know but it nevertheless leads you to slowly give into unconsciousness.

the last thing you just barely manage catching is a feather-light kiss to your forehead and a tenderly spoken assurance,

“I’ll be back before you know it. I promise.”

who knows how long it’s been? probably no one, but long enough for the screen of your wristband to meet you with three now full, red hearts as soon as you wake up.

you stare at your hands curled up right in front of your face and even though your vision isn’t clear enough after sleeping, you can still make out how they’re free from bruises, wounds and dusts. furthermore, it’s quiet. uncomfortably quiet, purely because you’re not used to a sound clean from explosions and other rumbling noises. it confuses you for a second and you start wondering if there’s been a restart. however, realizing that you’re still in the same, unknown bedroom as before and remembering that you have yet to go through the ending of the game, you know it’s still not over.

barely daring to look away from your hands even the slightest bit, you think for yourself, “if it’s not over, what’s going o-”

“finally up, sleeping beauty?”

a sharp gasp emits from you as you hear this and within moments, you’re sitting back up in the bed. by the edge of it, he sits; the window invites the morning sun you haven’t seen in what feels like a lifetime, its light illuminating his face in gentle shade of orange; a smile graces his lips and even under strands of hair, the gleam in his eyes is clear, bright upon finally seeing your own open.

four seconds. that’s what it takes for you to process that, as unfamiliar as this scene is after playing the game so many times, it actually is minho sitting right next to you, in person, pure flesh and blood. four seconds is what it takes until you launch yourself at him, arms tightly wrapping around his neck, face digging into the crook of it.

you take a deep breath, inhaling the scent you’ve grown fond of after spending so much time with minho. when you don’t say anything, he asks, “don’t wanna know what happened?”

you shake your head. “I don’t care.”

an airy chuckle escapes minho. his arms wrap around your waist and hold you closer to him and while starting to explain anyway, he unconsciously starts swinging your bodies from side to side. “believe it or not, that stupid player unlocked the secret ending.”

though confused, you don’t bother moving the slightest bit while humming in confusion. he doesn’t either and instead continues, “turns out if you beat the game in critical mode and gather all trophies, you unlock the secret ending.”

“and... what exactly happens in the secret ending?”

“in the secret ending...” minho murmurs, “the whole team survives.” as if on cue, loud yelling and laughters can suddenly be heard outside the bedroom. you’re barely aware of it though as he pulls away, just enough to get a look of your face. “the city can rebuild again...” he momentarily glances to the side where the window shows an unusually peaceful view. you follow his gaze, though only until his index finger and thumb takes a hold of your chin, turning you back to face him. “and you and me...”

with the current being through and through unknown to you, you find yourself growing more nervous than ever. when his thumb just barely grazes your bottom lip, your breath hitches and hands drop down to his shoulders, tightly grabbing onto them.

the time minho spends on leaning closer feels painfully long and yet, you’re barely aware of exactly when the barely existent gap eventually is shut. his lips are soft against your own, slowly moving against them. the feeling of it alters between the one of featherlight, pure pecks and long, passionate kisses and you can swear it’ll drive you insane right there and then.

you don’t though. instead, you can only melt under the touch, the loving hold around you leaving you in a serenity in the finest sense of the word.

when you eventually part, minho’s hand travels upwards to tuck stray hair behind your ear as he looks at you with a smile bigger than you’ve ever seen on him,

“stay together.”

maybe, just maybe, this game isn’t so bad after all.

[taterfics]

Numb

Me

Can you focus on me?

Baby, can you focus on me? Babe

Hands in the soap

Have the faucet's running and I keep looking at you

Stuck on your phone and you're stuck in your zone

You don't have a clue

But I don't wanna give up

The powerful vibration of her cell phone on the kitchen counter pulled Gina Perez out of her dazed state, dark eyes cutting to the screen, which was face up and shattered to shit, though she could tell what was there with very little difficulty. It was the face of her boyfriend, Erik Stevens. There was a picture of her and him at one of the many parties he managed to drag her to, his arm casually thrown across her shoulder with a gigantic smile on his face. He didn’t have his usual gold fangs in, the event being last minute and not giving him any time to prepare his outfit. She was dressed in her outfit of scrubs and a headwrap, as she herself had been at work. They looked so happy. She looked so happy.

Now, she was just numb.

The soft clink of the tiny metal chains attached to her dress filled her ears as she shifted from one cheek to the other, the hard surface of her kitchen floor sending a pins and needles sensation shooting up her right leg. Her brand new wig was tossed across the floor, sprawled over her red bottoms, bought by the owner of the very face that looked as if it hadn’t left the screen of her phone for the past hour. Back to back, he called, and not once did she answer.

How could she? What would she say? The past three hours had been so painful, so bizarre that she couldn’t help but feel that she’d slipped into some alternate nightmare specially designed to torture her. Her throat hurt from screaming, her hands stung from crawling across a glass covered street, and she smelled like smoke. Her house was a mess, more from the deliberate destructive rage she’d gone in and destroyed every single thing in sight that wasn’t firmly in place or bolted to the wall than usual wear and tear. The only thing that looked as if it was still standing was a single painting on the wall, a painting of her and her younger cousin, Kaya. 

Kaya.

A lump formed in her throat as her cousin’s harsh words filled her ears

“You just mad because for once, I got what you wanted before you did!” 

Drunk and staggering, the woman that had stood before her looked nothing like the girl that had grown up with her, the girl that Gina and her mother had taken off the streets, cleaned up, and watched walk down a path of self-destruction, always ready to pick her up and brush her off before sending her back on her way. 

Sadly, three hours before, she’d made her last stop, just as she had seemed ready to turn around and run back to them. Gina remembered her cousin's pleading screams as she tried to break the car window with her fists, trapped in the blazing inferno that was Gina's ex-boyfriend's car.

She'd stepped so far out of her character that she found it hard to believe that it was her, when she saw the videos plastered over the news. Instead of saying it was a tragedy, a shame, the news painted them as ghetto hood rats fighting outside of a nightclub, pulling hair and throwing drinks. Sure, they actually had been doing that, but it took away from what had happened.

Her cousin was *dead*. Burnt to a crisp in that car that Gina had to be forcibly removed from on top of before anything worse happened. She’d watched her cousin being rolled away in a *body bag*, the sounds of her aunt’s screams in her ears causing them to ring before she promptly turned her back to the scene and vomited all over the pavement, all over the expensive leather shoes that Erik had bought her on their anniversary.

Honestly, she couldn’t even remember how she got home? Everything after that moment had been a blur, and no matter how many times she'd tried to unblock that part of her memory in the past twenty minutes, it just didn’t seem to be right. Instead, her mind wandered to the day Kaya became a more permanent fixture in her life. ….

When her daddy left her mother, Gina thought that would be the last time she’d ever see her mother cry. No matter what had ever happened, she never saw her La’Toyah shed a tear, not even when her grandmother died. She just seemed to sit there, motionless until everyone left her alone. Only then, in the dead of the night, when she thought no one heard her, did her mother let the tears fall. Gina never saw them, but there was only so much a pillow could muffle. But now, standing in front of her Auntie Patricia, her mother’s tears ran freely, eyes bloodshot and knuckles bruised.

Kaya and Auntie Patricia had come over for dinner because they hadn’t seen even an inkling of their presence in over a year and the two sisters ran into one another at the grocery store. When Gina saw Kaya, they hugged each other fiercely, and that was when she noticed it. 

The wince.

When she lifted her arms to hug her cousin, she’d flinched away from her, almost as if she thought that Gina was going to hurt her. When asked if she would be okay, Kaya simply laughed it off and made a joke about the pranks they used to play on one another. They both laughed, but Kaya’s didn’t seem to quite reach her eyes. Little incidents went on like that for a while until the two of them were at the local park, where they’d wandered off to goof off out of the eyes of their parents. 

Many things happened, and while they were on the swings, Kaya fell down and hurt her arms, and Gina had to literally fight with her to check and see if she was bleeding, and that’s when she saw it. 

Cigarette burns. 

Kaya had cigarette burns all up her arms, leading all the way up to her elbows! After a long silence, Gina simply stood up and bolted home, screaming for her mother the entire way there. Kaya was on her heels, shushing her, but Gina was too fast for her. Before she could find her mother, though, she ran right into her aunt. The words jumbled out of her mouth, her aunt’s cheerful expression taking on a much darker tone and before she knew it, her aunt looked downright furious. With no explanation, she immediately turned on Kaya, her cousin’s back smacking against the exterior of the house as Patricia screamed at her about “talking out of my house” and “making up stories”. Neither of them seemed to notice Gina running to get her mother, who was in the bathroom. 

When they returned, Kaya was holding her cheek and Patricia was getting ready to hit her again when Latoyah pounced on her. The two sisters fought in the yard until they were able to be yanked apart by to neighbors, Patricia going to grab Kaya but the younger girl shrinking away from her mother’s hang and both Gina and her mother using themselves as a physical barricade to stop her from advancing further. 

After that day, they didn’t see Patricia again for years, La’Toyah telling them both that she was sick and needed help. With time, Kaya reconnected with her mother, and many of the woman’s bad habits rubbed off on her daughter. She became increasingly worse until before they knew it, Kaya had become the same woman who they’d literally fought to get her away from.

... Erik

For the first time in his life, Erik “Killmonger” Stevens could say that he was utterly, terribly, afraid. He’d raised more hell in the past four hours than he had the entire time he’d been in Wakanda, but it had been for a reason.

His reason. Honestly, if anything happened to Régine, he would never get over it, and never forgive himself. Currently, he was pacing the length of one of T’Challa’s overly expensive ass private jets, and the Dora Milaje soldiers that had been assigned to watch his every move looked more nervous the more agitated he became. He’d already screamed at Shuri to hurry the fuck up and fly the plane, to which she responded with language that he was both taken aback by and responsible for. 

She wasn’t answering her phone and that was what worried him the first time. Usually, when she went out, she made sure to call him as soon as she got in her parking lot. She’d sit in the car and they’d talk until she realized she needed to be in the house. But tonight, it didn’t happen. Tonight, of all nights, when he watched viral videos and he saw his girlfriend plastered on the news, scrapping with some bitch in her “freakum dress” and the heels he bought her for their anniversary. She wasn’t even wearing her wig when she took on three bitches at a time and shots rang out in the night before there was nothing more. There were no reported injuries, and while that should’ve calmed his mind, it didn’t at all. 

It wasn’t like Régine not to answer her phone, and even though he’d been told multiple times that he was overreacting, by the third time he called her and she didn’t answer, he was packing his shit and getting ready to get the fuck out of Wakanda. He didn’t care how many elders he disrespected or how many foreign dignitaries he disappointed by not showing up, he needed to get to Oakland.

“I’m sure she will be alright, Erik.” In the time that he’d been spending in Wakanda, he’d gotten really close with Okoye of all people. She didn’t just take his shit when he was having a bad day or allow him to vent when he was acting a damn fool. She called him out on it, told him he sounded dumb, and sent him on his way. Just like Régine. Sadly, even Okoye’s reassurances weren’t enough to stop him from picking up his phone and calling her again. 

Fifty seven times. He’d called Régine fifty-seven times before he got an answer, and the one that greeted him wasn’t one he’d wanted to see. The sun peeking over the horizon seemed to be mocking him as he sent a pointed look at the last person he wanted to see.

….

Régine

“Heeeeey Erik.” Crowding at her grandmother’s house seemed to be on everyone’s mind the morning after everything that had happened. Many of her family members, both distant and not, shot her nasty looks when they thought she wasn’t looking. She wasn’t even sure she blamed them. If she had done more, if it hadn’t ended up in a fight, maybe Kadejah would be with them all. She’d gotten so much hate on the internet following everything that had happened that her cousin. Ericka, forcibly took her phone away from her to take her mind off of what had happened. 

“Ericka where Régine at?” Her cousin rolled her eyes, placing a hand on her hip. 

“Well good morning to you too, Erik. I’m doing fine, thanks for asking.” She could practically hear him rolling his eyes, even though she could barely make out what was being said. Ericka seemed to be telling him everything that had happened, from the twerk contest to the fight in the parking lot, to Kadejah asking Régine for money to buy drugs and the fight that followed that. It was all a hot ass mess, then it got even worse. 

Mayno, Régine’s ex-boyfriend, decided that he would take an interest in Kadejah. Everyone from anywhere knew that he was no good, but he was 6’4, light skinned, with pretty teeth and a big dick, and that was all many women needed to hear, even Régine at a time. He was sloppy drunk, and likely hopped up on pills and he asked Kadejah if she wanted to come to his house and chill. Neither of them seemed to be in any shape to drive, so Régine grabbed her cousin and said that she would take her home, that she had no business in the car with a guy like Mayno anyway. Kadejah used that moment to laugh and brag in her cousin’s face, and they got into a screaming match that ended with Kadejah accusing Régine of wanting Mayno back. They left together and it took everything in Régine not to run behind the car and snatch her cousin out of the passenger’s seat. 

That was when the shots rang out. Somebody else had gotten into a fight whilst she and Kadejah were arguing and someone started shooting. Everything happened so fast after that. The gunfire died down, there was the screeching of tires, and the next thing she knew, Mayno’s car was T-Boned by a box Chevy on 26’s. By the time she’d run to the car, Mayno was already dead and Kadejah was clearly concussed. She could barely register Régine screaming for her to try and unlock the door, which was bent in anyway. 

Once she’d realized that Kadejah was in no state to think for herself, she attempted to break the glass by any means necessary. She tried using her shoe, her elbow, her clutch, anything that she could find. She wasn’t even able to put a crack in it. She didn’t even notice the crowd gathering around her until a pair of sturdy arms wrapped around her waist, attempting to hoist her away from the car. She was so hysterical, she began kicking and screaming, hitting them multiple times with her purse until she heard him call for backup and she was carried off of the scene by firefighters waiting for the police to come, which they didn’t for nearly twenty minutes later. By that time, it was too late and Kadejah was gone. 

“-m just saying. If it was my cousin, I wouldn’t be on the ground screaming, I would be trying to save her.”

There it was. It wasn’t that she hadn’t done anything. It was that she hadn’t done enough. Her family felt that she was being too emotional and not trying to help her cousin. They blamed her for this, she knew it.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go outside.” Her mother’s voice in her ear was everything it took not to leap at her cousin’s girlfriend and beat the hell out of her. It took a little bit of effort, but the woman was able to get her daughter out the back door and away from all the noise of the family.

….

Erik

When he finally got a glimpse of Régine, it felt like he was seeing the sun for the first time. Everything inside his body seemed to unfurl and all was right in the world. Except, it wasn’t.

In the years that he had been with Régine, he barely ever saw her cry, It was almost as if she had some personal vendetta against doing so. As if she felt that him seeing her cry would diminish her value somehow. He didn’t get it, but it didn’t matter. Now, he was at a loss. 

He could tell the tell tale signs of a breakdown coming. Pacing, hands shaking like she’s trying to air dry them, and the heavy breathing. Once the breathing started, it wouldn’t stop until she started crying. It was very hard to watch and before he knew it, he was stepping over a hedge and pulling her into his arms. 

The way she melted into him was almost seamless, and within seconds, she began to cry. It wasn’t like usual, a little tear here and there, trying to compose herself. Now she simply let loose, snotting and screaming into his shirt, her nails digging into his skin. All the while, he held on, squeezing her like a vice. Looking up, he saw her mother staring down at the two of them, a sad expression on her face. Leaning over and placing a light peck on his cheek, she gave him a couple pats on the shoulder, mouthing that he needed to take her home. 

Hoisting her up into his arms, he made his way over to where the Dora were all standing, looking over the scene with varying levels of sympathy and concern. With added research, they were able to find out what the issue was and they understood. Régine had always been close to her cousin, always talked about her to anyone that would listen, and now that she was gone, the next while would be very hard for her. He planned to be there every step of the way, though, just like she had been for him when his mother died. 

“It’s gone be okay, Ma.” She sniffed, offering nothing further as he placed a kiss on her cheek. 

It would be okay.

It had to be.

[bnhabadass]

A League of Villains Christmas Special

A/N: So this scenario is somewhat inspired by of the Thanksgiving head canons that @monst did earlier this year. It’s not the same scenario in the slightest, I just had this idea after reading what they wrote last month.

It’s the first Christmas since your parents’ deaths and since you joined the League of Villains. You’re happy to be spending that time with your new family, but what happens when they all have their own plans and you are left alone?

Pairing: League of Villains Warnings: Kinda angsty but not really ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

You’re a villain, so why would you have any family to go home to this season? Your name is (Y/n) (L/n), age nineteen. Your parents died not even a year ago in a plane crash. Without having them with you, you were lost in life. You had many jobs that you couldn’t manage to keep up, jobs like nannying upper middle-class children, housekeeping, cashiering at a skeezy convenience store. None of the jobs ever stuck, and by the time the third month had rolled around since your parents’ death, you were kicked out of your apartment.

You were out on the streets with nothing more than what you could carry in your backpack. You were a mess, stealing any food you could get your hands on. You lived on the streets for two weeks before you met a man with a patchwork face who promised to give you shelter and a new family. You’ve been with the League of Villains ever since, finding comfort with their ideologies and beliefs. It took you a long time, but you had eventually found a new family within the League, and as the months went by, you began to grow excited at the idea of spending your first Christmas with them.

You were shocked, however, when your new family said they would have their own plans on Christmas Eve. What kind of plans would a bunch of villains have?

“I have cousins out on the country,” Spinner said. “And I don’t wanna visit them, but it’s what’s expected of me.”

“I have a group of friends who all meet up around this time of year,” Mr. Compress told you. “I wasn’t able to meet up with them last year, you see.”

You were disappointed, yes. But you still hoped the others would be free. The next people you asked were Twice and Toga, but they already had some long winded scheme planned for that day, and according to Toga, “three’s a crowd.” It’s not like you mind, seeing that their plans would cause more commotion in your already hectic life.

The league took you in as a sort of domestic figure. Yes you can fight and yes you go on missions with the group, but when Dabi brought you to Shigaraki after finding you out on the street, he sold you to the group with promises of you doing the laundry and cooking for everyone. And you don’t mind at all. You can cook basic foods and everyone seems to be grateful that they are getting a hot meal, especially in these winter months.

You didn’t mind doing the laundry either. Sure it got tedious, and who knew that with such a lack of clothing belonging to the bunch of you the laundry would pile up. You did the laundry at least once a week and it was a pain to be constantly washing the blood and stains from other bodily fluids out of Toga’s uniform, Spinner’s cosplay, and everyone’s underwear. Saying that it gets tedious...well that’s an understatement.

“So what are your plans for tomorrow?” you asked Dabi. You were in the shitty laundry room with the somewhat broken machines. Grease stains and mold coated the walls. You were rinsing the left over soap scum off of Shigaraki’s shirt in the sink. A week had gone by since you asked Twice and Toga, and most of your friends had already left. It was December twenty-third.

You didn’t expect Dabi to have any plans. Dabi, your best friend, isn’t the kind of person to do big get-togethers. He’s more of a lone wolf. “Drinking buddies,” he said. Nothing more than that.

You nodded as you rung out the shirt and threw it into the basket with other wet clothing to hang up on the line. You couldn’t help but feel downtrodden, as any attempts you had of having a merry Christmas were ultimately destroyed.

“I’m heading out tomorrow and probably won’t be back until the new year.”

You looked up at Dabi as he lit a cigarette, but didn’t say anything. You felt truly and utterly alone. Your eyes drew back to your sock covered feet and you picked up the basket. “You shouldn’t smoke inside,” you said before leaving, refusing to even look at him.

It’s not that you were mad at Dabi. How would he know that you didn’t have any plans? You didn’t bother telling him or anything, but you still felt hurt and you didn’t know why. You made your way to the clothes line that ran between two walls in one of the back rooms. You pulled the cord to the light fixture and began hanging up the clothing. As you rung out each article further before smoothing it out and hanging it up, you couldn’t help but reminisce about a time before your parents deaths, drinking coco indoors during the first snow of the season, falling asleep in your mother’s arms when you were very young because you weren’t able to stay awake until midnight and the new year, helping your father cook Christmas dinner, accidentally spilling bottles of spices over onto the floor.

“Ow!,” you cried in pain as she had stepped on one of Toga’s knives she had left on the ground. You looked down at your foot. The knife had only nicked the bottom a little, but it was still bleeding. “Shit.” You waddled out of the room and over to the bar where you knew Kurogiri kept the first aid kit. You took a sharp breath in as you rubbed the antiseptic wipe over your foot. Blood and mats of dirt came off your foot with it.

“What the hell are you still doing here?” Shigaraki’s voice came from the back of the bar where he was playing a video game.

You didn’t notice him when you came into the room, so you jumped a little at hearing his voice. “What do you mean?” you asked, continuing to clean off your foot, pressing your sleeve to the wound in order to subside the stinging.

“You know what I mean.” Shigaraki paused his game, looking up at you through the spaces in Father’s hand. “Why aren’t you out there stealing shit with Twice and Toga or out drinking with Dabi. The two of you are practically inseparable anyways.”

You ignored the slight tinge of jealousy in Shigaraki’s voice. “He doesn’t leave until tomorrow,” you said. “Besides he didn’t invite me.” You rolled the bandage tightly over your foot before securing it with a safety pin.

Shigaraki let out a loud laugh. “Since when does that stop you? What, you don’t have annoying cousins like Spinner or old friends to celebrate with?”

You didn’t know what to say to that. No one had pressed you about your family since you joined the league. After all, family was a tender subject for everyone. “Shigaraki, I have no one,” you said as tears began streaming down your face. “My parents haven’t even been dead a year. I lost connection to all of my friends when I was out on the streets. Hell, I’m pretty sure they all think I’m dead!” You let out what was a mix of a sob and a chuckle. You felt so gross, sobbing like this in front of your boss, but this was the first time since the accident that you had truly allowed yourself to cry. “I don’t have a family to go back to, Shigaraki. The league is my family.”

Shigaraki was at a loss for words. He stood up and grabbed you a tissue from the box at the other end of the bar. He patted your back as you blew your nose, careful to keep at least one of his fingers away from you. He’s not the best at showing emotion, everyone knows this, so all he could think to do after that was leave you alone. You cried yourself to sleep that night.

The next day was Christmas eve. You were too tired to cook that night, but you knew that busying yourself with something would distract you. You pulled out a pot and began filling it with water. By the time you had already put the rice in you realized you had made too much. You were so used to cooking for the eight of you that you had accidentally poured in enough for eight servings. “Shit,” you said. “What a waste.”

That’s when you heard a knocking on one of the kitchen walls. Kurogiri stood there, dressed as dapper as usual aside from a more festive looking tie for this season. “(Y/n),” he said. “Why don’t you join me and Tomura Shigaraki for dinner tonight.”

You looked down at your feet. Shigaraki clearly said something to him, and while you were almost grateful that you were able to get everything off of your chest, you couldn’t help but feel like a burden onto them. Especially if Christmas dinner between the two of them was a tradition.

“I’m making rice,” you said, turning back around to stare into the pot. “But I, um, I made too much.”

Kurogiri nodded. “Why don’t you finish making it and bring it out to the table.” He left before you could say anything.

Why do I feel so nauseous? You continued staring into the pot as the grains of rice swarmed around. You continually shifted on your feet, keeping pressure off of your injury. By the time the rice was finished you had set out a large bowl to scoop it into. You didn’t bother with soy sauce or any seasoning for it. Your pantry had been running low anyways.

When you made it out to the table, you nearly dropped the bowl. Spinner and Compress were sitting on either side of Shigaraki. “What the hell are you two doing here?” you asked. “Spinner, shouldn’t you be visiting your family or something?”

“Tch, I can’t stand being in the same room as those people for five minutes,” he said. “I left after putting up with their bullshit for one night. There’s no way I’m going back.”

You turned to face Mr. Compress. “There will always be another time to visit old friends,” he said, smiling as he took off his mask. “Besides, I wouldn’t want to miss out on your cooking, afterall.”

You blushed as you looked down at the plain bowl of rice in your hands. But your eyes soon averted to the door as you heard a loud banging noise coming from outside.

Kurogiri stood up to answer it. The next thing you know, Toga and Twice are barging in, both wearing santa hats and panting as if they had just run a marathon.

“We almost got killed,” Twice said. “It was awesome!”

“I thought you two had a plan to rob a bank or go break into the zoo or something,” you said, setting down the bowl. Truth be told, you didn’t pay attention to the plans they were telling you about earlier.

“Yeah, but we just decided to steal this.” Toga held up a bottle of wine with a severed hand attached to the neck of the bottle. “And we got a gift for Tomura!”

“Piss off!” Shigaraki grabbed the severed hand and disintegrated it before grabbing the bottle and poured himself a glass.

“You idiot,” you heard the all too familiar voice of Dabi say from the doorway. “Why didn’t you tell me you would be alone today?” He made his way towards you and ruffled his big hand on the top of your head, tangling it in with your hair. “I’d have let you come drink with me if I had known.”

You smiled up at him before wrapping him in a big hug. The staples on his chest pressed into your cheek. “Thank you,” you said. “I’m just happy you’re here now.”

The lot of you sat around the table, ready to dig in to the small feast in front of you. You had sat between Spinner and Shigaraki and began serving yourself.

“I know you asked them all to come back for me,” you told Shigaraki once conversation had begun amongst the rest of the league.

“Yeah?” he said. He took Father off of his face and looked down at the palm before looking up to meet your eyes. “Well no one should be alone on Christmas.”

You smiled at him. “Thanks, Tomura.” You looked around the table at your friends. Twice and Toga were annoying Dabi with shouting Christmas music at him, Kurogiri and Mr. Compress were discussing some sort of incident between two villains who had their hands on quirk enhancing drugs, and Spinner was trying to pry a knife out of Toga’s hands as she waved it violently in his face. She and Twice had moved on to annoying both him and Dabi.

Still, you couldn’t help but smile as you enjoyed Christmas dinner with your family.

[toxicxxmyth]

Dating Richard Camacho headcanon

Authors Note: This all over the place lmao so bear with me. I also got a little carried away oops.

Y’all prolly met at the club or a house party tbh(like almost every other Richard fic :’)

And you were there looking bomb as ever ;)

And he was there looking fine as ever ;)

And you were just in a corner talking to a few friends when he sat beside you

At first it wasn’t a big deal bc it’s a couch..hello

But when y’all got a good look at each other’s faces under the smoke and blue laser lights

Y’all were like

:0

So that’s how you met, lol

It might’ve taken a long time for you guys to actually start dating

With him being so private and secure when it comes to relationships

And you having bad experience with relationships

You guys took it slow, yet you both considered each other as your s/o even if you guys haven’t even shared a kiss

And after, let’s say, four months, y’all started dating

Anyway

Starting now with and actual headcanon

My boy’s hands are on you 24/7

Your hips, waist and ass are his hand holders

Literally cannot get enough of you

If you’re cooking you can bet your ass he’s wrapping his arms around you(or just unpacking takeout if you don’t cook)

Squishing you into his buff chest with his strong arms :’) whatta dream

Even in public his hands are wrapped tightly or losely around your waist, 0 fucks given at the pictures people take or the stares

He’s you number one support and judge

Perfect candidate to take to the mall when you want to buy some clothes or whatever

This is one horny ass man(but y’all knew that already)

Anything you wore he’d just melt and start making Inappropriate jokes

“How’s this one” you’d mutter mostly to yourself as you examined the dress

“It’s great ma, it look even better on the floor tho” He’d chuckle darkly

But your just like

“guess I’ll fuck him in the dressing room ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ “

Sometimes you have those down moments where you basically just hate yourself(terrible fucking feeling m8)

BUT RICHARD IS HAVING NONE OF THAT

I feel like he’d cancel EVERYTHING he has on his schedule and clean the whole house and set up the cutest fort and puts on a shit ton of Disney movies and snacks for you

He takes his time leaving soft and gentle kisses all over your body, starting from the top of your head to the tip of your toes, whispering sweet nothings in your ear before lazily clicking play on the little mermaid

He could barely focus on the movie

His hands would be draped lazily over your stomach squeezing the soft skin(making you uwu)and his head buried in the crook of your neck, giving you innocent kisses

A wide smile permanent on your face

You’d order some take out and just drink some red wine as he worships your body in the most innocent ways possible to the dirtiest ways

This dude is the dream boyfriend once he’s met the one honestly

and vice versa

Every time he feels down(which isn’t a rare thing) you’d be there.

His head would be against your chest as you softly massage his scalp, lips pressed against his forehead and you whispered all the things you love about him and all the good qualities that he has

MELTING IS WHAT THIS BOY IS DOING ON THE INSIDE

MELTING

Anywhore, moving on

it took Richard 6 months for him to introduce you to Aaliyah bc he wanted to make sure that you were actually serious

Which is completely understandable

He was so nervous bc like

whAT if you don’t want that big of a commitment??

Or what if Aaliyah doesn’t like you???

His worst nightmare is both his baby girls not getting along

Literally had to take a moment alone so he could recompose himself

He wouldn’t know what hell to do if both the loves of his life dont get along

But let’s be honest

He was stressing for nothing

You guys ended up loving each other

It took Aaliyah a few minutes to open up due to her shyness

But y’all ended up being the best of friends

And Richards heart just meLTED

You ended up befriending Yocelyn too

And Richards all like :0

If you weren’t confident before you met him, then he really did boost your confidence up little by little

Starting with random messages throughout the day

Some sweet other explicit ;)

Would take so many pictures and videos of you just so you could see how pretty you are

And if you were already confident(which we all should be :’)

Y’all would take some bomb ass pictures together

Like them cute ass insta couples

Will make such cute and inappropriate comments under your posts

Making many fans gush and hollar

Ugh, goals man, literal goals

Most fans don’t take the news well

Hate comment after hate comment

But you know what?

Y’all prolly fucking too hard to pay attention

This man is a sex God(I have no proof but I have no doubts either)

Y’all caNNOT change my mind

Pull out game weak(sorry lol)

But goOD THING YOU’RE ON THE PILL!!

This one kinky motherfucker istg

From bondage to breeding to choking to ooff I need a shower

Will take you anywhere in the house

The couch? check

Kitchen? check

Guest room? check

I want to say that he’s into public sex but I doubt it, like he’d think it’s hot but he wouldn’t want to risk anything

LUCKILY YOU’RE THERE TO PUSH HIS BUTTONS!!! ;)))))

Lazy make out sessions are a common thing

Lots of booty grabbing

My man loves that booty

You get along perfectly with the guys

Even though at first all of you were a bit iffy

Because

“Oh shit, new girl and she isn’t a one night stand :0”

But after like a week maybe, all of you started getting more comfortable

Maybe a little too comfortable which had Richard seeing red

I mean

He’d love the fact that everyone was getting along

BUT THERES BOUNDARIES !!

Ooff did I mention that he’s super protective with a tad bit of possessiveness

Not enough to be considered dangerous or unhealthy but enough to irritate you

“Like back tf up bruh I can protect myself”

And he’s all like

:0

You could be at the club, dancing and having the time of your life and some guy just creeps up behind you

And Richards got this murderous look on his face that even scared you

But let’s not lie, mad Richard is a sexy Richard

Y’all have some bomb sex after but then a deep conversation about your faithfulness to each other

Speaking of conversations

It’s 2:49am and y’all talking bout raiding Area 51 or some shit

You’re both drunk off sleep that you just go deep in thought

Or it could be 11:11pm and you guys are just confessing your love for one another

Singing his songs while you clean around the house or catch up on your work

And his just staring at you with the biggest heart eyes

Random slow dances with or without music happens at least one a week

Dates could go from a fancy ass Italian restaurant or a stop at 7/11 and a drive around the streets listening to slow r&b music

You could be gazing up at the stars and he’d try his best to focus on the road instead of your beautiful face

Days away from him suck ass

With him touring and practicing could be hard on both of y’all

But you make it work

Or when he’s finally home and you have to go to uni or work leaves him a bit disappointed

But you’ll do some romantic shit when you or he gets back

THIS MAN WILL SPOIL THE SHIT OUT OF YOU

will surprise you with diamond earrings or necklaces

You end up calling him your sugar daddy jokingly

Speaking of nicknames

Calls you mami more than your name

Like, does he even know your name?

Prolly not(jk)

You’re just mami, baby girl or babe

But you don’t mind whatsoever

Teaching you Spanish)if you already don’t know it) and kissing you every time you get something right

He’s a messy one lady’s

So every time you fight it’s prolly bc of his mess

You end up yelling at him to clean the mess

And he act all offended but does as you says cause he’s a good boy

Literally cried when Aaliyah calls you mommy

But your panicking

Like full on panicking

Like what if Yocelyn comes and drags your ass??

You’re out here worrying while Richard is bawling his eyes out in happiness

None of them have a problem with it thankfully

It just means you’re treating their baby girl right

Now it’s your cue to cry

Damn you love both of them so much

And he loves both of y’all twice as much

OH and meeting your family would be the end of him

His having a full on breakdown once again

His confidence is out the window

Cause what if they don’t accept him bc he’s a dad????

Or bc he’s constantly on the road and not being able to give you all the love and attention you deserve???

That’ll crush him

And Yashua’s prolly making fun of him lowkey

Your dad(or male figure if you don’t have a dad) would intimidate THE SHIT out of him

But once again, after a few minutes or hour

Everyone got along perfectly

Your family ended up loving him and his family ended up loving you just as much

And there’s so much more that could go on with dating Richard but this is all my poor brain could think of

Plus I’m afraid that if I write more tumblr will fuck my shit up like always :’)

Deuces 🤙🏼

[0zrockbitway]

@mistahgrundy

hello!! I volunteered to help out with the voxman secret santa! I wrote a fic based on one of your prompts! I hope you enjoy it and had a good christmas! if you want to read it on AO3 instead you can!

@voxmansecretsanta2019

title: Let’s Go Shopping characters: Lord Boxman, Professor Venomous, unimportant heroes pairing: voxman summary: When a couple of villains go out to a market, its anything but a normal shopping trip.

"Hey, uh, PV?" Boxman clears his throat as he voices his question. His eye were glued onto the other's additional attire. While his iconic scientist like visage hadn't changed, he did add a green cap and some dark sunglasses. Definitely not something he'd seen Venomous wear. Ever.

"What's up with the, you know," a claw points up, "the hat and glasses? N-Not that it's a bad choice or anything! I rather like them! It's just, err, unusual to see you like this."

"Oh, right." His shades were removed for the time being. "I take it you don't go out undercover often?"

"Undercover?" Confusion crosses the smaller's face before seeming to light up.

"Not the undercover you're imagining." Venomous could practically see the scheme forming in his eyes. Perhaps another time he'd indulge him on some undercover plan against the plaza. For now, his main objective was a bit more…tame. "I'm only going out to shop without having to deal with heroes."

"Oh ho! That sounds exciting! Although…why not have, whatever it is you want, delivered instead?"

"Well, unfortunately, not everyone is willing to ship to Boxmore," he sighs out. "And it's actually quite nice to go out every once in a while. Being cooped up inside for so long becomes intoxicating." And there was the underlying thrill of being found out by a hero, but that was only an added bonus.

"I completely understand!"

He didn't. It was something he'd rather let his children do. While they were out doing his errands he could focus on his machines and new plans against the plaza. On a rare occasion he would step out but it would never be to shop- when was the last time he'd actually gone out to do that anyway?

"So…" Boxman's eyes dart back and forth. He takes a step closer to the other man. "Would you mind a bit of company on your little shopping trip? Perhaps I could come with you?"

Venomous stares at the other, thinking about his answer. As tempting as it was to say no, Boxman was putting on his best puppy dog eyes. If it was intentional or not, he couldn't say.

'Oh well, what's the worst that could happen?'

"Alright, you can come along, but-" Venomous raises a hand, stopping the other as he had jumped in joy to the answer. "You need to wear something to hide your identity. Something that won't attract attention."

"Oh, don't you worry, PV! You're looking at the master of disguise himself! Just give me one second and you won't even know it's me!"

~…~

"Ugh! I can't believe this supermarket sells such- such trash here!" Boxman complains, quite loudly, as he throws his hands into the air. If his mix match of clothing (a cowboy hat, an eyepatch to cover his robotic eye, that shirt he'd once worn when he was staying over the bioengineer's home) hadn't captured passerby's attention, then his complaints surely would.

"Little machines- not even robots to clean up after your mess! Why, I could be putting Jethros out here and making more than these supposed 'heroic' machines." He huffs with arms crossed.

"I know, Boxy. Your work is great. Better than anything here." While the praise comes out in a dull tone, he meant every word of it. His gaze, for now, drifts elsewhere. Eyes scan the shelves trying to find that new snack Fink was dead set on having. He wasn't too thrilled to be getting her more junk food, but if it kept her happy then he could spare it as a treat every once and while. He'd need to find something healthy to balance it out though.

Meanwhile, Boxman had marched up to the display with those pesky cleaning machines. He'd given the stand a good kick before finding something else. Something more unbelievable.

"Find anything of interest?" Venomous asks when he hears the other's footsteps. When he turns his head, his eyes widen at the amount of goods Boxman had brought and set into their shopping cart.

"I have! Did you know they sell this kinda junk here?" Boxman pulled out of the many items brought over. In his claws was an alarm to 'scare' villains away. Venomous had to narrow his eyes behind those shades to make sure he even read that correctly.

"Wow…"

"You know, I thought of something after seeing these! Even if they're a bit silly, I say we buy them all! That way no one else can have them! We can even replace them with some Boxmore approved merchandise that would have quite the opposite effect!" Boxman starts to laugh at his genius idea.

"Not a bad idea." Venomous says while picking up some 'anti-villain' spray. Did…people really believe this thing would work agains them? Heroes might as well be as bad as them if they were selling this.

"I'll go and get the rest!"

Boxman hops away from the cart, readying to grab some more. Just as he's piling on more in his hands, carrying more than he should, his hat is knocked off. A "whoops," escapes and he aims to pick it up.

"Hey!" The shout catches him off guard, jumping and causing a few items to fall. "You're Boxman, aren't you?" A shopper- hero was pointing at him.

"Wh-What are you talking about?! I'm not Boxman, I'm, uhh…uhhh…" Think fast, Boxy! "Boxy!"

"Nice try." Boxman huffs at that cover had failed. "Your villainous kind isn't welcomed here!"

"Well, excuse me! There was no sign saying that we weren't welcomed, you know!"

"Actually, there is." The hero only points towards the entrance. Although it was backwards from their point of view, the sign, stuck on the automatic door clearly read NO VILLAINS ALLOWED.

"Oh…" A pause as he stares at that sign before turning back to the hero. "Well, we're staying and shopping here and there's nothing you can do to make us leave!"

"We?" The hero goes on guard, looking for someone else- a robot most likely. But, he's surprised when he finds a well timed appearance by his partner, who was pushing the filled cart and staring at the scene before him. "Is that…Professor Venomous?"

Venomous looks to the hero and the innocently smiling Boxman. It didn't take much to put two and two together. He sighed.

"Oh, what a shame. Seems we've been exposed," Venomous says.

"Don't worry, PV!" Boxman drops all the items he'd been carrying. "I have just the thing for this situation!" A remote button is pulled out of his pockets. When pressed, it only takes seconds for a Boxmore box to come crashing down through the ceiling, landing between them and the hero.

When the box opens it reveals Darrell and Shannon ready to fight. Or were ready to fight until they spot their father.

"Hi, Daddy! Oh, are we allowed to come on the shopping trip now?"

"Ew, why should Dad bring you to go shopping?"

"Because he loves me! That's why!"

Already fed up with their bickering, Boxman fumes. "Darrell! Shannon! You were called here to get rid of a hero!" He points towards him. "Now go so we can finish our shopping!"

They give a salute to their father before turning to the hero, wearing grins as they get ready for this brawl. It doesn't take long for this fight to cause some more destruction within the market.

"There. Now we'll have no more trouble!" Boxman states proudly as he walks to Venomous's side.

"Well, it's a good thing we're almost done here." Venomous takes off his shades. His disguise wasn't needed any longer. "I need to grab one last thing for Fink before we can go." He begins to turn the cart around to avoid being caught in the growing chaos.

"Lead the way, PV!"

With a little grin, he begins to push the cart out this aisle, now scanning which one would hold that videos game soda she wanted. Unfortunately, the treck there isn't easy. The summoning of Boxmore bots had called forth more heroes. And now a few had come to block their path.

It's Venomous's turn to take the lead now. With ease, he pulls out a ray gun from his coat pocket. He aims for the couple of heroes that are lunging forward. The trigger is pulled and they're blasted back.

"Come on before more start trying to crowd us." Venomous turns down the last aisle. Eyes narrow to find that pack of soda. He's hoping they have it and- "There it is!"

"I got it!" Boxman shouts right after, following the other man's extended arm. He makes a quick dash to grab it. An unexpected hero comes from the other end of the aisle, eyes set upon Boxman.

Venomous covers him. Aims and shoots at the opposing hero. Said hero is not only hit by his blast, but also a part- an arm that flew off from Darrell. That would keep him knocked out for sure.

With that out of the way, Boxman dashes back with the soda pack in hand. He makes a jump and lands into the shopping cart, holding up the drinks triumphantly.

"Time to go."

Getting out was far easier with the incapacitated heroes. Not to mention the lack of line to pay…not that they were going to pay. After all, they're villains.

The parking lot was emptier compared to how it was when they first arrived. They could only guess that the commotion had caused most, if not everyone, to run for their lives. At least it made getting to their car a smooth trip.

Once everything had been unloaded into the trunk, the two look back to see the market. More holes were being blasted, smoke was rising, alarms had finally gone off.

"Say, why don't we leave a few more robots behind?" Boxman asks with a chuckle.

"I like the way you think."

With that approval, Boxman pulls out his button once more. It's pressed multiple times, causing more than one box to fall from the sky and land into the battle. A part of the market caves in thanks to this.

Boxman lets out a content sigh, moving to lean against Venomous. He never thought shopping could be this…fun.

"Isn't this just a wonderful sight?"

Venomous smiles down at Boxman, putting a hand on his shoulder. His gaze lingers on the other before having it rest back on the market.

"It sure is, Boxy."

[mutantsrisingrpg]

Congratulations DYLAN! You’ve been accepted as NEPTUNE.

Dylan, I was so excited to see you apply for a second character and even more excited to see you apply for Neptune! The cosmic metaphor that you weaved throughout the entire app is something that I absolutely loved. Making Avery be the second born and comparing it to leftover cosmic energy had me howling! I also loved that you wrote about how special twins are when it comes to mutants - their powers being the yin to the others yang was especially something that stood out to me. I’m so, so excited to see you bring Avery to life! 

Welcome to Mutants Rising! Please read the checklist and submit your account within 24 hours.

Out of Character Information:

NAME/ALIAS: Dylan

PRONOUNS: He/Him

AGE: 22

TIMEZONE & ACTIVITY LEVEL: GMT. 6/7 Days

In Character Information:

DESIRED ROLE: Avery O’Brien aka Neptune

GENDER/PRONOUNS: Male, He/Him

DETAILS & ANALYSIS:

Avery can take you by surprise. At first you might just see this edgy kid walking down the street, fists clenched and ready to throw them at the first person to give them a skew look. With a packet of Marlboro in his back pocket and tongue primed with his general response, ‘fuck off’, you just simply wouldn’t expect Megan the Stallion to be blasting through his earphones as he walked.

Sure, Avery definitely knew how to get himself into trouble and he had picked up a few bad habits along the way but Avery would probably be the kindest and most loyal friend you could make. He’d often babysit his neighbors kids and he genuinely enjoyed it. His aesthetic was mostly a facade, tough and ready to rumble when he’d definitely prefer to avoid a fight if possible.

He might be young, but don’t underestimate him. He’s been on the street long enough to know how things work and life has definitely taught him how to look out for himself and his sister. He’s pulled off countless jobs since their parents kicked them out and has managed to keep his hands as clean as they could be. So what gives Avery the edge? He’s cunning and smart, he knows how to work angles and get what he wants, one way or another.

As for Avery’s powers, he doesn’t really understand them, and nor does the rest of the world, to be honest. He’s read multiple essays and watched countless videos on dark matter and energy and what that meant exactly. When he uses his powers, it’s as if he can feel each individual molecule of something, measuring up its mass. He can then change how gravity affects the object, making it ‘heavier’ or ‘lighter’. He’s also experimented with dark energy blasts which seem to be an invisible force that pushes everything out of its way and constantly expands if he doesn’t control it. Honestly, his powers frighten him, as does the unknown to all humans. What really gets to him is that if Dark Energy is what causes the universe to keep expanding, should he really be playing around with that shit?

BIO:

TW: Homophobia

Penelope was born first and then Avery, like the leftover cosmic energy when a star is born. The two were inseparable and doing so would bring about the same results as splitting an atom, metaphorically. As they grew older, they spaced apart but were still always in each other’s orbits, one revolving their life around the other and visa versa. As far as Avery could remember, his early childhood was a good one, or maybe he was just far too young to really see how his family life really was. He went to school, worked hard and would come home only to spend the rest of his free time with Penelope.

As he got older, Avery was always testing his boundaries. How far could he push his luck with his parents, peers, teachers, and even law enforcement. He hung around with the wrong crowd and got pulled into things he never originally wanted to do. It was nothing serious until he was involved in the destruction of a school bus. Nobody could explain how the bus had been crushed nor who had been involved. It happened just after summer break, Avery and a group of his friends had snuck onto school campus that night just to mess around and smoke some weed. Avery was mainly there for Mitch Evans, Avery’s love interest at the time.

The night progressed and the group ended up hanging out in a school bus. The group whittled down to just 4 kids when Avery finally gained the courage to make a move on Mitch. He had tried to kiss the other and Mitch’s reaction was violent and resulted in Mitch punching Avery in the face and shoving him out of the bus. The flurry of embarrassment and heartbreak felt as if it was crushing his soul and before he knew it, the bus started to creak as the metal began to indent. The group inside had mostly been able to get out untouched, everyone except Mitch, who’s leg got stuck under a chair whilst the bus was imploding. After managing to free Mitch from the bus and getting him to the nearest hospital, the group vowed never to mention what had happened out of fear that whatever crushed the bus would follow them. Little did they know that Avery was the one that had crushed the bus and the only other person to ever know this would be Penelope. That was also the last time that Avery ever spoke to Mitch Evans.

That was just the beginning of weird events that would follow the O’Brien twins. Their father seemed to end every day with a bottle of whiskey and their mother seemed to become more unhinged every day. Avery pushed through, working hard at school, knowing that getting into college would be his escape. Having Penelope was also a blessing, having someone he could trust and open up too was a privilege he knew not many had.

Half-way through high school was when it all changed. Their parents had officially rejected them and kicked them out of the house. They had nowhere to go and started crashing on their friend’s couches. Soon Avery was given the opportunity to work a job with one of his friend’s older brothers and he took it. They robbed a yacht and got away with a bag full of expensive jewelry and cash from the on-board bar. It took a couple of weeks before the money was laundered, but Avery got his cut and a reputation. He was asked to do a couple of more jobs and started learning the ropes. It was his senior year when he pulled off his own job. He put most of his money into a savings account to buy a place for him and his sister. He finished school and was given a bursary to study engineering at a local college.

Now, at the age of 24 he is still studying engineering and lives in a decent apartment with his sister. He also works as an intern at a local high-end engineering firm that specialises in space technology. At night he works as a bartender which is mostly a cover and is where he gets approached by most of his clients to pull off jobs for them for a percentage of the cut. There’s been a change in the winds recently though and whispers of new and powerful mutant gangs coming to Miami has him watching his back.

His life is extremely busy so he’s constantly living in the now. If you stopped him and asked him what his goals were, he’d default to saying something about making sure that Penelope is safe, not that she needs his protection, but he barely thinks about what he wants these days. That’s why everyone in his life that has a ‘more than friends’ status seems to come and go, Avery doesn’t think about what he wants and always puts others first before himself, stretching himself as thinly as possible which often leaves his partners feeling neglected or toyed with.

EXPANDED CONNECTIONS:

Penelope O’Brien. It’s said that twins have some sort of special connection, and if that were true for humans, it was definitely true for mutants, especially if their powers were the yin to the other’s yang. Penelope was like the birth of a brand new star whilst Avery was the death of one. They were each other’s best friends from the second they were born. Not only was Penelope always there for him, she was the only one he confided in after the school bus incident. They spent countless nights staying up until sunrise chatting about boys and girls, school, life goals, games and so much more! Penelope was the first person Avery spoke to about his powers and he was so happy that he wasn’t the only twin with ‘gifts’. Being able to support each other was so much easier since they shared a secret. If anything weird would happen they’d race to the other and tell them, learning about each other’s powers together. Penelope wasn’t just his twin sister, they were his best friend too! Considering that Avery struggled to keep love around, this meant a lot to him. He couldn’t imagine what his life would be like without her and that’s why he’d die for her. He’d rather not be alive than live a life without her. This is where Avery’s loyalty turned fierce and where he would definitely cross a line if need be. In a sense, Penelope was Avery’s weakness in more than one way, emotionally and physically. He was sure that if there was anyone that could match his powers it would be Penelope and to what extent, he had no idea and he hoped that he’d never have to find out.

EXTRA:

Oh boy oh boy. I MEAN. What shouldn’t I put here?

I’m thinking that his reputation might get one of the groups to approach him? Maybe more than one group gets him to work for them as a freelancer?

Honestly I’m probably going to make a lot of content for Avery throughout the next week purely because I have so much muse for him, but I also kinda wanted to get this app in and this doesn’t influence decisions so… but here’s a link to the Pinterest board:

https://pin.it/3FkPGew

I might also make a mock-blog? And on there I’ll have graphics and headcanons? IDK. I’ll send it in if I do.

ANYTHING ELSE: Nope! All good! I honestly love this RP so much and I’m waaaaaay too invested for my own good.

[lovemesomesurveys]

-What was the last song that you sang out loud? I’ve had Dance Again by Selena Gomez stuck in my head.

-If someone has bad breath, do you tell him or her? No :X I’m the worst about that stuff cause people will tell you they would want you to tell them, but I just feel so awkward about it and like how do you even bring something like that up? I mean, I have done the thing where I get some gum and offer them some haha, but I don’t tell them their breath smells.

-With which friend are you most likely to share a secret? I share my secrets with ya’ll and Twitter, ha.

-Do you have an item that comforts you when you are sad/scared? No. Well, unless count my phone cause I can use the YouTube app and listen to ASMR, which is calming for me.

-When are you likely to hide your emotions? I do that majority of the time. Well, try to. I downplay them a lot. I’m not as good at it anymore as I used to be. These past few years my emotions started taking over and getting the best of me. When I’m in a mood, I shut down and just get quiet and standoffish. If you talk to me, I’m short and you can just see all over my face.

-Which is scarier: Dying of thirst or of starvation? Both would be horrible.

-Who was the last person to take your breath away? I haven’t felt that way from a person in a very long time.

-When you turn on the TV, what channel do you flip to? My go-to channels to check first are always E! and MTV. If nothing of interest is on, then I just scroll through the guide. It also depends on the time of day.

-Have you ever tried to help someone quit smoking? No.

-What was the last comment someone made on your music taste? I don’t recall.

-Where do you go/what do you do when you need to calm down? My bed. I’ll typically listen to an ASMR video and probably find a survey to ramble about it in and/or tweet about it. Okay let’s be real, before I do any of that I probably have a good cry first.

-What was the last mess you cleaned up? Uhh I mean, I threw away my paper plate and napkins I used yesterday after I finished eating.

- [TW] Have you ever had to talk anyone out of suicide? Yes.

-When you think of tomorrow, what feelings come to mind? Nothing.

-Who, in your opinion, has an amazing voice? Demi Lovato first came to mind. She sang the hats and helmets off of everyone during her Super Bowl performance of the National Anthem.

-Would you ever camp out on a beach, under the stars? No.

-What is the last thing you complained about? Not feeling well and about how achey I am.

-What was the last curse-word you said? Probably “shit.”

-When you fake sick to get out of school, what do you say or do to convince your parents that you are sick? I’m 30 years old and no longer in school, but when I was younger I didn’t really have to do that because I felt sick often enough.

-How did you recover from your last bout of tears? I cried them all out and then just did my usual activities (Tumblr, surveys, YouTube, watched TV).

-Do you still talk to your very first best friend? No.

-When was the last time something went terribly wrong? Blah.

-How do you console someone when he or she is upset? I’m soooo awkward when it comes to that. I just let them vent if they need to, but I struggle with what to say and do.

-Have you ever seen either one of your parents cry? I’ve seen both and it’s the worst thing ever to me. I hate seeing one of my parents cry.

-Choose one: Trip to outerspace, or trip underneath the oceans? Oh jeez, you just listed a couple of my biggest fears.

-How often do you feel overwhelmed? Often.

-How do you deal with everyday life? I...don’t. :/

-Do you have any secret obsessions or guilty pleasures? Nah. I’m not ashamed of any of the things I like.

-Aside from on this survey, what was the last thing you wrote about? Whatever I last tweeted. I forget.

-Who in your family do you act like the most? I have a lot of my dad’s personality traits. He’s moody, irritable, and easily stressed and overwhelmed. Sound familiar?

-What is the most romantically sweet thing someone has done for you? Ty did a lot of things. The thing that always stands out is one year during Christmas he drove to my house one night because had a present for me and it consisted of little things that I mentioned briefly that I liked and it was just really sweet cause it showed he was actually listening and paying attention. The fact he remembered and then went out and bought those things for me was just really, really sweet. He was so excited to give it to me. He didn’t want me to open them right then, he wanted me to wait until Christmas and send him a video of me opening them so he could see my reaction.

-When you go out to the mall, do people stare? When I go anywhere in public people stare.

-Have you ever been confronted by a mall cop for your behavior? No, but I did have one tell me to take my hood off haha. I just came in and it was raining and he came up to me like, “you need to take off your hood.” Like okay jeez.

-What just tears at your heartstrings? Hearing about a child dying or being abused. Animal abuse, too. Breaks my heart.

-Is there a show you swear that you will never watch? I don’t feel that strongly, but there’s a lot of shows I have no interest in watching.

-What was the last topic that you ranted about? I don’t remember.

-Is there someone that makes you feel like you’re walking on eggshells? Sometimes. I’ve been told people feel that way around me as well.

-Were you ever afraid of one of your past teachers? No.

-Have you ever been in a physical fight on school grounds? No. Or ever.

-Have you written anything in a bathroom stall? What, if anything? Nope.

-Is your school like the drama capital of the country? I wasn’t involved in any of that when I was in school. I heard some stuff, but I wasn’t all invested in it like a lot of people.

-A homeless man asks you for 50 cents; how do you respond? If I have it, sure. I don’t usually have any change or cash on me, though.

-When was the last time you visited a thrift store? I don’t go to any.

-Can you handle constructive criticism? I can’t say I wouldn’t feel some type of way about it, ha. I’m just a sensitive bitch. Guess it would depend on what it was about, though. Like if someone was like, “hey, red doesn’t really look great with your skin tone and it clashes with your hair, you shouldn’t wear that” I wouldn’t care. I’d still wear it if I wanted.

Who is the most sensitive person that you know? Meeeee.

-Have you ever had a tooth (or teeth) pulled? Yes.

-You can have one famous person’s wardrobe; who do you choose, and why? I guess someone who was very casual like me and likes to wear graphic tees and leggings. I’d like to have their collection, ha.

-When was the last time you wrote someone a note? I have no idea.

-Do you tell your parents before you go somewhere, or just leave? My family and I are 4 adults living together and we all tell each other when we’re leaving and where we’re going. It’s just our thing. If something were to happen, we’d at least have an idea of where the other was headed. And it’s just common courtesy to us to say goodbye.

-What was the last thing you tried to get out of doing? I’d like to get out of my doctor appointment this afternoon. I’m still recouping.

-On average, how many surveys do you fill out in one day? It varies. Usually a few. Some days more than others.

-How many hours a day do you spend on Bzoink? I don’t use Bzoink.

-Which season do you dread the most? Summer D: It seems to go on forever and it just gets SO hot and miserable here.

-Do you ever brag about your achievements? I’ve never been one to brag. Not that I have anything to brag about, but it’s not a cute look.

-When was the last time that you watched the sun come up? Last week. We were at the airport before the sun was up and it was coming up after we just got on the plane.

-What did you do last Halloween? Watched scary movies and got takeout.

-Last Thanksgiving? Had a nice, big, delicious feast with my family.

-Last Christmas - if you celebrate? Christmas morning we got up early like we always do to open presents and then messed around with our stuff before pretty much resting the rest of the day. Oh, and we had our Christmas dinner that we usually do Christmas Eve, but my mom had to work until midnight that night.

-How did you celebrate the arrival of the new year? My mom and I watched the New Year’s festivities and counted down while the ball dropped. My dad fell asleep at like 9, so he was already out for the night and my brother was out with friends.

-Is there a foreign culture you’d like to learn more about? It’s interesting to learn about different cultures.

-Have you ever (purposely or accidentally) played with someone’s heart? I don’t think so. I’ve had it done to me a lot, though.

-Has anyone ever played with yours? Yes.

-Have you ever seen a famous painting and thought “I could have done that?” I admit that I’ve seen ones that were just like splatters and thought that. :X

-Fire drills: Did you ever wish they were real … just once? Yeah as a kid cause all that came to mind was we’d get to go home and not that it would mean there was an actual fire haha.

-What is the scariest thing about attending your school? I’m done with school.

-Are you a good judge of other people’s intentions? I think so.

What was the last thing that you felt strongly about? My faith.

-Shopping: best with friends, parents, bf/gf, or alone? Alone at home online, ha.

-What is one insecurity you have about your body? Everything.

-What is one part of your body that you are proud of? I like my hair currently only cause I recently got it colored and trimmed (finally).

-When was the last time someone told you to turn your music down? The night before we left for our trip. I was up late packing and my mom came in to ask me to turn my music down, ha. I didn’t end up sleeping at all that night. We left for the airport at 430. I didn’t sleep at all on the ride there or on our flight. I didn’t sleep until that night at the hotel. I honestly have NO idea how I did it.

-When you don’t know how to spell a word, do you look it up? Yeah, I just Google it real quick.

-Are you one to spend a lot of time in the bathroom? No.

-Have you seen the movie Super Size Me? Yeah, we had to in class. We watched it my sophomore year in my history class for some reason haha.

-Do you still eat at McDonald’s, regardless of that film? I was turned off to it for a little bit afterwards, but it didn’t last long. haha. I mean yeah, don’t eat it 3 times a day obviously.

-Do you ever consider the challenges other races go through? Yes.

-When was the last time you doubted your abilities? All the time. What abilities?

-At your favorite restaurant, what do you order? I always order chicken tenders and fries at any restaurant, ha.

-What was the last thing you wished for? I don’t wish for things.

-How many times a day, on average, do you look at the time? A lot.

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New/revised/whatever- List of stuff

Egos (Marks/Jacks) that I have written for or at least actually have thought about HCS/other universes for:  (Just some brief rambles about them, please don't hesitate to ask about them :3)

  -Anti,   Two takes really, I like him soft, like him mean, hes just fun to write, plenty of different ways to spin why he acts out, what he is and all that. My current fav way to portray him is a missing piece of Seans soul, which means hes unstable as a ‘person’ (cough, not really a human but not, not human either.)  And how he has static filled blue eyes but usually hides them with the scary emerald green...

-Jameson,  I will always stand by this kinda universe i created with a friend aages ao that Shawn took away Jamesons voice when being puppeteered by an awful ink creature that shares his body.  Giving Jameson a lovely fear of knives, some scars, and some very damaged vocals..

-Crank, Oh my fucking boi, a near dead human spliced with a bunch of robot parts..human skin tangled with wires and a heart incased in metal..hes a right mess, a voice in his head that makes him feel all sorts of bad.. He tries his best..he cries oil,  I hardly get to write  him but I love him.

-Blank, another big fav oi, black hollow eyes..a tendency to faint... My Hc involves him having been in an accident that almost killed him, leaving him with a very rare heart condition. He also has an aura which..kinda ties into him having a few abilities and stuff. 

-Nes.. He started off as my own kinda Ethan ego, basically Ethan who was mistreated and really lost his marbles..hes great for the real twisted messed up kinda stuff, so dependant on others, a minor murderer, and has been eyed off by a certain ice cream driver for quite some time...

-Were eth,  Okay granted this was literally just kinda an idea that..Eth became a were wolf boi, fangs, tail, ears. Hes just a fun lil pupper

-Eden. Succubus Ethan basically, but well, he again kinda turned into his own thing separate from Ethan. He's got a tail and wings, and hes a lovely lithe thing. He doesnt dare do things without consent, just gets a bit touchy-feely when hes gone without any energy for too long. Very wide stunning saphire eyes. 

- Jackie  Oh my lad..Buff, trans, adorable, sweet. I always love tinkering around with how/what powers he has tbh..and like- I’ve always had the hc that his eyes are lilac?? or gold. Depending on things.. and he works either at a comic book store, a gym, or at the counter of a gas station. Gives the best hugs. Also I love AUS where hes a phoniex because of uhm?? Big fucking red wings??? YES.

-Hen, Getting his accent right is tough but other than that I love writing about the tired doctor living off coffee and ignoring himself in favor of others. 

-Chase The fucking best dad, sunshine lad. Running a vlogging channel and doing his best while combatting depression..I hc him to have chronic fatigue so he has to push himself extra hard. but He does well in trying to get better and look after himself and only slips up like any other helpless human. Very fun to write. 

- Robbie.   Sof.t zombie lad. Drown in a sweater. Stutters and is v quiet. Slow with speech. Struggles to see sometimes. Loves soft textures.Loves attention. Overall soft fucking lad.

-KOTS, To mean known as Simon. Actually v smart, big brain, very scattered n shy and nervous and squirrelish. Loves books n plants, loves nature. Red is his best colour. Warm sweaters and nuzzling and cuddling up. I always get torn between him being a hybrid of human/squirrel or just a lovely soft guy. 

-Yan ! My fem nb/trans gal! They’ll kick ass with their katana, have the hots for Bim, and looove Japanese culture and stuff. Very adorable. Loves pink. 10/10 love to write. 

-Technically I do have a muse for Mark, or..idea? I’m thinking about shoving it into my own oc/thing..but basically he got tortured n abused by Authy so hes not quite like the real life markimoo..just a nervous mess whose dealing with his traumas..

-Bing, Skater lad, yellow/orange eyes, sunflower vibes. Tries his best, clumsy as fuck, great for a laugh when hes not cowering under google. 

-Edward iplier,  Gah my doctor lad.. I have a hc that he Lost arm. In fire..or by dark n wilf.  He has heterochromia too!! One cho ceye one blue one. He is a fucking nerd (Minor adhd lets be honest) He fucking loves space and science and space/science related lights. He has a bat plus with spacey wings. He likes reading, likes being clean and is quite a quiet indulger in food which has left him with a big of a softer figure. Super gentle nature..nothing like the arrogant portrayal we got in some videos. 

-Angus   I love this man!!! Part Aussie, part irish, a whole lot of gruff old dad with a soft spot for nice people and animals, has his own big place, next to a large ass forest. Loads of scars. Loves boots and cameo coloured clothing. A lovely guy when you get past the rough edges. 

Aand onto all my ocs as of writing this (cause you name well know I be writing new ones like..all the time.) 

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OC’S (My original characters!)

-Jessy, Cowboy-   Choker with gold bell. Lil ears/horns. Spots. Shy but sweet. Hands and feet different colour to rest of skin. Kinda  fur ish feeling rather then just straight-up skin.  Pear shaped figure. Shy lad. Likes to take lots of naps, anxious easily but a big people pleaser too. 

-Ailan and Keros. Moth n butterfly boi.  (Literally just made up with a friend, just a random soft pair of lads tbh nothing too fleshed or spesh)

- Louie - Followed by a dark being/creature/spirit... Yet to determine what else about him, but hes got brown hair, pointed ears and looks lovely in green.

-Quinton  A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian. Quirky, Pan as shit, great dress sense. Extremely calm. Can see auras. Lovely black feathered wings. Bright blue hair.  Kind smile. Works at a little coffee shop in his spare time.

-Ori  Very pure angel boy, previously owned and not very well treated by a god, came crashing down to earth with no memories but his wings intact. Some help him. 

-Lumi  Ghost boy! Died years ago under awful circumstances..now lingers around on earth, sometimes meeting humans who happen to be able to feel or see his presence, he has the ability to make himself solid for short periods of time. 

- Lucio Witchy..dragon soul something or other- Deaf.Paralyzed? In the arms??They might use alot of energy trying to hover around instead of having to use a chair..(I mean how many witches do you see with chairs??).. Although they could not have use of their arms instead, like..paralyzed from the shoulder down- they still have them but theyre effectively useless and easily sore.. (which might make magic really hard, cause theyd have to master it again without their hand gestures.)

- Eztli, Bit of a prick. Basically got cursed to have really weird blood that replished and rejuvinated too fast/too much by a witch he angered. So he turned the curse into a good thing and basically goes out offering himself as a human blood bag for vamps willing to pay in info, items, cash or uh..other services..  

- Gallio Photographer, has hypocalcemia. Haven't really done much else with him tbh.

-Aomi Warlock/witch in training. Downright awful at it. Young and lives in a nice lil cottage outside of the village he was abandoned in.

- Lucas A moonstone gem perma-fusion, he kinda has SPD/DID but he doesn't, cause..hes two gems that became one but not fully. Leaving him to be a bit of a mess and not as strong as other moonstones. 

- Kiyan. A little assistant android!! Created to assist, he can make portals!, He works at a post office. Hes under surveillance by the company that made him and isnt yet aware of many human customs/emotions.. 

- Alex  A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are. Come from the planet Eutychia, 4'3. They fucking glow. You know  Kilowatt from space chimps? think that. But hair n freckles and more human and just as  bubbly and energetic. 

-Locus  Mer/Fish boi!  Transparent fins, glowy patches, plays harp + loves music.

-Lir  A Tiny Octopus/Human hybrid lad. Makes little burble and trill noises. Quite harmless. Needs a home. 

Benji (Strawberry shortcake boi- Cursed tape /bandages. Demi half god.? One eye. Uses notes. To communicate but also sign. Really. Good sweets maker)

 Small bois (A collection of tinys because G/T is fucking great okay?)

- Tobias. Literally Made of hair gel. cleary, adorable, aaand Eats soap..amoung other non food items he probably should not ingest but does..

- Hinto  Guy made of foam slime. Very chill n laid back.

- Glowstick bubs. (Alo/aloke -  Green and blue  +  Siro - Yellow n pink.  + Mavi (Vi) Red and silver. + Roxy (Ro) - Orange and  purple )  They’re a cross between glowsticks and lava lamps and its epic- asides the fact they have like.half a brain cell each. Lots of sleeping n lazign around.

- Theo  A tiny ink creature.  A clever little lad, who likes to drawn and write n paint in ink and leave cheeky little black splotches everywhere. A very good writer companion tho. 

- JellyBubs! A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, hungry lads will raid your cupboards. 

-Miel A tiny little bee boy! Loves flowers <3 

Apocolyse Squad:

The planet Keres,  Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race.

Sameal o’Ceirin (Being of smoke- partly blind.)

Mallory Thomas (Part cat. Vet, partner to Sam who ends up dying in the canon of their story)

Hamrish Benat  (Hayden. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD. extra tiny heart in wrist. Quite fem/soft. Likes soap cutting vids and stuffed toys/teddies.)

Joshua who cares (An asshole. Staight up. He dies. Fuck him. He sucks ass.)

Andy peters (Strong, kind. Kinda like Tyler shied. Big, tol, but actually pretty soft.)

Adrian  Géarán  (Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots. Very weak n has a couple of disabilities that leave him tired n such, which aint great for his esteem or his team when the apoc hits.)

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Wyatt ???? ?????????????????

Pace- Nerdy. Finds a cat. Observer for the aliens. Is immune to black goop. 

Four - buff. Scary. Deadly. 

Apocolypse Squad Part 2  Small lads who dont derese to be in danger: 

  -Apep, Naga boi  Legs mutate into a cool tail. Hisses, fangs. Adorable loves the sun. bout 20 years old. 

Chris. Camp leader! Biig dad type, redhead, buff, likes gardening and camping, very outdoorsy. Little awkward but great.

Small child Talise- nickname tails? ..   Blind and slightly traumatized by the car crash that killed his mother and ended up with glass in his eyes, very sensitive to noise n textures.     Ends up mutating tails.  6 v young n smol  blocks n colourin

Shirin Parvis. Crystal boi .. trained solider/ royalty.  Tried to warn people before the apoc hit and failed. Now tries to protect the small group of surviors he stumpbles across. 

 Zephaniah, mutation turns him into a  Chameleon basically, just.. a human one. He  Prefers Zeph. Big gamey Nerd-  gets a pet gecko.  16. Quiet. Loves Lazar skirmish and lazers. 

Moyachi, Cactus boi!! Plant bab. Loves water and has clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up at defense from bad people 18/ 19   likes drawing. Pretty grumpy and needs a break.

Colin, nicknames: Coco,  Lady bug lad, who is baby trans  mutation resulted in a weird Red/Orange skin condition basically.  Can predict weather v accurately.       Ballet/dance, 14   Likes cooking. 

Hotaru , Firefly bby  - Glowy bub with antenna,  possibly mutates wings.. Sassy and tired. Turns nocturnal as the apoc progressed. Also becomes Colins first love <3

Zeno  A Siren of sorts.  DC/ hip hopper/   Lost his arm in apoc.  He loooves music alot. Very purple aesthetic and checkerboards.

Liren Pichi, deaf peaches n cream aesthetic boi- Nickname Pichi.  He is alone during the apoc, sneaks aboard and ship and goes missing..

Neighbours AU:

They all live on the homeworld, Ermioni.

Lesbabs:

Blake Aglaia  A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls.. Red head, quite fem, but gay, sweet, but not mousy. 

Lynx ?? An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral.  Alien half likes to go by Perse  (Percy)  They have cool looking saliva- viens that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws. Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of pointy ass teef. Lynx likes to train,go to gym, and kick ass. Big ass butch energy.

Demon fam:

Hyacinth  A six-armed demon with serious parent energy. Big gardener, his body grows flowers depending on his moods/strength of emotions. Purple neck length hair. Great at comfort and cooking. 

Rhys  A Demon with a great curiosity about humans has a sibling, Feri.  Rhys is a big nerd, but very hard to get to know. Not great with emotions, comes across a tad distant and cold without always meaning too. Loves candles and lots of autumn aesthetic. 

Anthos, AKa Ant. Rhys and Hy’s accidentally created/summoned a toddler.. and hes fucking adorable. 

Vato - V   Hy has another bub later on who's more purpley blue with red curled horns and 4 arms.. No tail.. 4 eyes. V cute and inquisitive. Less noisy and wreckless than Ant. 

Roommates:

Douglas Connelly  A regular chubby human bean! Learning to become a chef. He loves food, loves cooking and also loves dancing. Hes a big guy, big cudddler, but a little shy and akward at times. 

Donovan Amores  Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart to a fucking god is smooth as fuck, background heavily Spanish, moved when young.

Haris Alaksim Real name (lost in translation, Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war) ) - A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros.    Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil”  or “ Viejo colibrí sabio”   (“El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” (The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.)

Donovans Family

Rem (Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris)

Oscar  (Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?)

Nicole  (His only sister Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..?  Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris)

Javi  (Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Maybe has a cute little jar necklace or magic jar??)

Luca (Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books...Possibly a special pen..) 

Forest bois!!

Cypress The soul of the forest - Mentor of Rem. Very calm, very wise. Kinda like master oogway type. 

Unicorn boi, Hes rare, missing a chunk of his horn. Dont hurt him. He doesnt even have a name.

Fyn. Mushroom boy. Protects a gate. Lost his twin during a human-caused fire. Very mad about it. 

Fie. Bat boy. Loves fruit. 

Moh. Fairy/incubus hybrid.  

Tucker. Bunny boi, Best friends with Ainsley. Got some like, punk vibes about him, piercings n such. Not as soft as one would expect but still nice at heart.

Ainsley. Fawn boi, clums, shy, round glasses,  Looks smart but doesn't always know stuff. Very unsure of self. 

Experiment AU: 

Izekiel Iris A being of Paint. Hes made of paint. He has trauma from being experimented on. Slightly depressed. Loves art, loved creating. also regresses to try to deal with said PTSD.  Hard to get to know at first. 

Matty  (Matthew Libelle)   An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol.  Hes fucking baby and i adore him alot please do ask anything and everything about him. 

Cult bois:

-Nero Aakil   (Means Genius/Orange blossom)   Orange bub  - Leader. Smart. Telepathic link with all cult members.  V corrupted…  (Parents were rich and ignorant)

-Mao Cerise   Pink - Ditzy, Looks after their ‘little bird’ (aka Jey) 

-Jey Michael Cherubim   Fallen angel -  Corrupted..desaturating and weak.. Was summoned by the cult and captured as a trophy. 

-Jaden Hirav  Looks after a garden of plants both harmless and some not for master. Previously Neros old pet..His  The family was alright but he was moreso raised by like his mum and bro. He was kidnapped from his garden and never seen again. The cult ritual to initiate him into the group failed and he was spliced with plants making him near useless to the cult.

-Rowan maverick - Now known as  Rogue- Red. Lost their tongue. Does Not follow orders to the T but gets their job done.   Has another voice/god/soul looking out for them… Very assassin ready, very perceptive. Wants to get out the cult but knows theyre too far in.. Cool glowy words in the air because they don't have their tongue. Possibly only lives of medication and vitamin pills..possible OD? Possible addiction. They struggle alot with it. 

P - Pax -  God who watches over Rowan. Was killed by the Master but their spirt lives on.

Cato.   Purple - Another smart one.. Possible Wiccan?  Sadist. Mean. Tall.  Scary. Abuse. Twisted. Loves being in the cult. Eventually wants to host Masters soul.. 

Gin Short for Ginger but the real name is Xanthe.  Blind. Also another assassin like Rogue but more obedient.  Doesn't talk often out of fear. 

Benjamin Brandy  (Benji. B) is Gins friend, Gin is trying not to get him involved in the cult but was too late as B had previously already been cursed and dealt with mythical beings..

 Silver bub. Demir. A demon summoned by the cult to complete the collection. Wants out, very stressed.  

Adopted AU: (This is like a mess of some of the boys but younger and in a different timeline to their universes smushed together intoa kinda cute school/adoption au idea.)

Matthew is smol autistic, malnourished and heavily abused both mentally and physically, leading to selective mutism and being a small fragile easily tired bab.  He loves hanging in the library once he gets used to going to some schooling. Gets tutored by Chris? Goes to camp and helps around n has fun..

Jaden, loves the school garden, and likes science class. His family is alright, However he ends up mostly raised by his sister? Or brother? 

Iz is the lil art bab, also in foster care of a big family, not so much abused but semi neglected. Quiet.

Nero is the gifted nerdy child..Parents ignorant. They love history and fictional books and reading and learning.

Benji is the slightly older kid whos possibly maybe a little behind or delayed or..something, they help out with other kids as a buddy? They like to do cooking classes.

DA AU

So this Au was like..the Septic tank births all the egos.

Angus first- He has..some kinda strength I imagine/..

Then Anti, Hen, Jackie. Marv. 

Chase -  He kills himself because of Glitch- also falls in the tank a second time and ends up with odd powers. 

Glitch Starts off as very bad and misunderstood. Turns out they were just highly unstable and required medical treatment.  Their real name is Arius and they cant stomach solid foods all the time. Mostly a liquid diet. They have glitchy fits/static seizures. Very unpleasant. Can enter tech, and its not so great, can get trapped. Can absorb certain amounts of electricity because of this they Got hit by  ightning once and has epic lighting scars!! Up arms..some on neck. All over his chest and back. 

Septic clone AU

Sean giving up bits of soul to make clones ends up in coma

Experiments and torture and odd shit with the egos ensues??

Minecraft AU??  

Yeah i had weird ideas for a cute minecraft gang of minecrafters who had accidents involving getting merged/recded with other creatures traits ect. 

Vail.  -Vex / Human

Snow golom hybrid? Or Blaze?

Slimey boi

Kitsune

Panda lad.

Pokebabs au

Mainly for Matty, Iz and Blank.. were they have pokemon forms and when bonded with a human long enough can evolved into human forms?? 

Horned AU  (With Troiseh/Glitch-in-the-static)

Shiro  -Prince lad  (This is their lad :3)

Junji - Battery..whump/slave/lost prince 

Isao Asuka -  Shiros Royal Guard 

Alien AU

Hami if he were..alien instead of being a human in an apoc basically. 

Angel AU stuff: 

Good omens inspired boi

Leo Halvar   Part..humany..demon..Cambion are according to google "In late European mythology and literature, a cambion is the offspring of an incubus, succubus, or another demon with a human, or of an incubus and succubus"

Ryan  Hot archangel guy: One wing, demon hunter thing.. Good kinda reforming from a less nice lifestyle previously. 

Mute angel possibly demon idk- -   Latif? Emmet? Evan? 

Long fringe shy boy-  Cael / Lox

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The Chosen Two

This has been on my mind for the past week so I finally decided to write it. Hope you guys enjoy! (Also hopefully it doesn’t get removed like my last one *wipes away tears*)

Pairings: Connor x OC

Words: 3.k

Glasses clattered together as conversation filled the luxurious venue. Numerous college students scattered the large room, holding champagne glasses containing God-only-knows. 

          “Either I’m extremely tipsy or just generally nervous, but I think I’m going to barf.” I mutter to my best friend, Avery, as we stood close to each other in the midst of everyone.

Tonight was an award ceremony for UCLA’s School of Film, Theatre and Television. I was nominated for many different categories in the film category, and with the competitive nature I possessed, I desired to win every category I was in. The most important award I was in the running for was Film of the Year which, if won, gives the opportunity to display your talents publicly, while also gaining the exposure to jumpstart your career. 

         “Oh quit it, you’ve done so many talented videos and photo shoots, it would be discrimination if you didn’t win at least one of them.” She ensures confidently. I eyed her quizzically, a humorous smile spreading across my lips. 

         “Discrimination?” I repeat in a laugh. She was always a little melodramatic in her motivational speeches. 

         “For sure, it would be discrimination against a bad bitch honestly.” We both laugh, clinking glasses in agreement to the statement. 

Once it dies down, I scan the room for the one, and the only person that has been heavy on my mind since nominations were announced. 

         “Listen, my type isn’t surfer-white-boy, but that Connor Cashier guy can get it.” Alex whispers to me, her eyes fixed on what I assumed, Connor. Following her gaze, I also looked at the man of the hour–and also the cause of my nauseate. 

He dressed in a grey tailored suit, the jacket opened to reveal a checkered button-up that complimented the suit, and overall posh look. He raked a hand through his prim hair, chuckling at something someone was saying to him. A crowd gradually formed around him, but he remained placid, not an utter amount of uneasiness in his demeanor. 

         “Connor Brashier is my worst nightmare right now.” I admit, Alex looks away from him to give me a perplexed frown. 

         “And why is that? The boy looks like he weighs no more than 90 pounds wet.” 

My gaze lingers on him, momentarily lost in how well composed his film he admitted was. It captured all the aesthetics of nature, it made the viewers look at nature past just its beauty. He raised awareness of our effect on nature, all while tying a story plot to it. He filmed it across many beautiful nature spots in the States (only because it was prohibited to use out of state content). 

He was basically the poster child for the film major, most underclass students looked up to him, like he was a mogul. 

What made it all the more frustrating was how well he handled the popularity. It was always so mysterious. He didn’t smile too much, and he wasn’t smug about his accomplishments, there weren’t any troubling stories about him, mostly just allegations of who he sleeps with and the typical rumor subjects. He simply focused on his filming and chilled with his friends in downtime. 

I didn't realize how long I was staring until his eyes meet mine, the blues in them so intense, they practically shined under the starlight. I quickly avert my gaze back to Alex, sighing. 

          “He’s just so talented. And like–I don’t know. I’m just afraid he’s going to win and continue to get the exposure he basically already has.” I confess, toying with a ringlet of hair out of habit when I’m nervous. 

          “You’re downplaying your own work D, you personified California, and filmed them around California. And told a story. Who the hell thinks of that? You articulated on every detail, I had to use my brain. You know I don't like doing that. Your film is stunning. And if it couldn’t get better, you did it all on the price of your own money. I doubt rich boy Connor can say that.” She states matter of factually, sass lacing her words. I blush, genuinely warm by her, comical, but uplifting words.

          “You’ve always had a way with words, that’s why you need to win that journalist of the year award.” I hug her. 

          “Oh honey, I’m not worried about a stupid award, that’s just justification for objectifying our talents to a mere thing that’ll wind up in our attics...or a box, or a trash...or even a–” 

          “Ladies and gentlemen if you could find your seat at your designated tables. We will start the ceremony shortly.” The president announces into the microphone. Alex huffs, giving a small eye roll. I snicker patting her shoulder. 

          “See ya later journalist of the year.” I tease with a wink. Backing away, I don’t watch where I’m going and stumble into a body. Their hands instinctively grabbed my sides to hold me up. The piquant cologne was the first thing noticed before I even turned, but once I became motionless. 

          “Sorry, Danielle right?” I looked up and blinked mute. Lost for words mostly because I was baffled at his voice, I don’t think I’ve ever heard him talk—and I’ve definitely had to do a project with him in the past, so that says a lot for the amount of dialogue he uses. Straightening up, I recover smoothly flipping my hair off my shoulder. 

          “Yes, sorry about that.” I give a wry smile, he merely smiles back in response nodding his head. 

We both walk to the same table, he glances over his shoulder noticing me, automatically pulling out a chair for me before taking a seat of his own a few chairs down. I smile at the unexpected gesture, he winks back taking a swig of drink in his seat. 

Looking around the table, it registers that the people seated here are also nominees for the best film. I didn’t even feel threatened by them, and a hinted ounce of guilt surface while I smile at them. Champagne glasses accommodates the table, and I grab one, taking a swill of the bitter drink. 

They didn’t hold back on the alcohol at all. 

Promptly, the different professors of the theatre major began presenting awards. As much as I wanted to be entertained by the witty commentary, the heavy weight of my eyelids kept me blinking, while shifting in my seat, I lightly swayed, grabbing hold of the table to stabilize myself. 

How much did I drink? I wonder, glancing around the table to check if anyone witnessed my drunkenness. Catching the striking eyes of Connor, he smirks, his chest noticeably bouncing in a silent laugh. I giggle as well, looking away and excusing myself from the table. 

My heels felt 10 feet tall as I walked to the bathroom, but I did it effortlessly, disguising how tipsy I truly was. Once in the comforts of the clean bathroom, I look at myself. 

Shouldn’t have done that. 

The world spun, and I was suddenly a lot cuter than before. 

         “Ah shit, I’m drunk.” I murmur, then giggle because in my consumption of the many glasses of champagne, I also swallowed the tickled bug. Wetting a napkin, I patted my eyes, endeavoring to clear up the swirl in her eyes, while not messing up the makeup job Alex did. She made me look stunning, alcohol-aside. “If all fails and I don’t win a damn thing, at least I look cute...right?” I say to myself, while examining my face. Before leaving the bathroom, I pee out a small portion of the liquor, tugging the end of my bodycon dress down on my thighs after I flush and leave the stall. 

Stumbling out of the bathroom, I exhale heavily glancing at the ongoing dull ceremony, then towards the exit where Connor leans on the wall hiding, his back faced me, head pointed down. The liquor confidence ushered my legs to move in his direction, I cleared my voice. 

Mid-exhale, he looks over his shoulder at the sound, the mango smoke blowing into my face as he continues to blow out. I wave it away, snickering. 

        �� “Is this ‘something to take the edge off’?” I quip, observing how his porcelain face reddens around his structured cheeks, plush lips turning up in a smile. Extending the vape to her, she contentedly takes it. 

          “Something like that. I knew it was going to be long and boring, but that in their is worse than watching paint dry.” He explains watching as I take a drag off the vape. His eyes fixates on my glossy lips, the ghost cloud floating into my nose, before I release the cloud back out on his face. The soft smile doesn’t falter in his features as it does. 

          “It’s so boring I got drunk...on accident.” I add, earning his chuckle. He shrugs his shoulders in a way to say ‘I feel that’. The crowd clapped loudly gaining their attention as all of the theatre winners stood on stage receiving the applauds. I look back at him, his long, shiny hair falls over his forehead until he combs a hand through it to push it back. “You know, honestly speaking–thanks to the cheap champagne–I will confess, you’re the most intimidating person I’ve met. And I’ve met...menaced people.” He quirks a perfectly shaped eyebrow at her. 

          “Well without alcohol I can say the same about you.” I raise my eyebrows at the newfound information. I thought I was transparent: I smile at everyone I pass, and social when needed. “You just carry yourself in a way that I see through that sweet, school-girl façade. As cliché as it sounds, there’s more to you that you let on.” He mirrors my reaction as I tilt my head with a smirk, interested by his explanation. 

Before she was able to reply, a professor of there’s, headed to the bathroom—sees them, “Connor, Danielle, will you make your way back to your seats please. We don’t want to gather a social group back here.” Connor and I straighten up like seized burglars. I nod my head, peaking over to Connor swiftly, to see him still holding the smirk. 

The ceremony continues as we returned to our seats. They were several awards into the Television portion, I peered over to see Alex collected a couple of the “objectifying” awards. As though feeling my gaze, she looks at me, rolling her eyes with an expression that mentally says “shut up”. I giggle blowing a kiss. 

          “And the Kelly Hollywood Television ‘best journalist’ award, this student showed diligence, dedication and always a jovial attitude in whatever she does, the award goes to...Alexandra Smith!” 

Everyone applauded, but I went out of the way to stand, cheering loudly as she narrowed her eyes at me on her way up to the stage. 

         “That’s my bit—girl!” I chirp correcting myself before I acted my true—goofy—self. I could tell I gained eyes from my peripheral while I pestered my bestie, but Connor’s gaze was most capturing, as they scanned down my legs, over my butt, and up till they reached to meet mine. I blushed looking off, pulling my dress down again as I sat again. 

The filming and photography starts as our professors did their introductions to the different categories. I sober up immediately as names began to get called for different awards. Connor earned three awards off of his photography, and I one. In the film-focused subjects I managed to be chosen for three awards. After grabbing my third award, I take a seat back at the table. Glancing over at Connor, he leaned back in his chair relaxed, one elbow is placed on the table, face leaning on it with his finger tapping at his pink lips. He gives a subjective smirk when our eyes meet, making me question the reason behind it. But I divert my attention as they go into discussing the film of the year. 

          “This year has been one full of ups and downs, rewards and disgraces, but what matters is at the end of the day all of you have made the staff, and UCLA extremely proud. The Film of the Year is an award granted to us by alumni, actor and filmmaker, Nicolas Cage. With the accomplishments he has, he wanted to pay tribute back to the School of Film, by allowing the winner to display their talents in a publication with the Cage Network.” Students all around erupt into whispers. Most coming from theatre and television side, who commented how they weren’t given this opportunity.

Sucks to suck. I thought giggling internally.

          “We will now play a snippet of all of the nominees.” The first few videos were executed well, very worthy of the award. Connor’s video comes on now, gaining everyone’s attention instantly by its electrifying music and vibrant effects just from the start. As his went off a few of his friends cheered for him, he sends playful winks to them before looking over at me. Ignoring him, I continue watching as my film shows. 

Nerves rumbled my stomach, the sudden doubt of the turnout on my film clouding my mind as I watched, critiquing it even in its published form. 

Finishing out the rest of the nominees, the screen went black and attention was back on the professor Knox. “All of the films were impeccable, the decision was extremely hard to make, so hard that we have a two-way tie,” we all commenced in disappointed-confused-chatter, “these two films chosen were remarkable, we deliberated indepthly on the scores and grading but they were identical in it’s punctuality and creativity.The winners are…” 

For a moment all sound mutes, only the echoing voice of professor Knox could be heard as he says, “Connor Brashier and Danielle Golding!” It felt like slow motion the way I slowly whipped my head to Connor. He wore a content smile, scooting out of his seat to go accept the award. Blinking back into the reality of things, I pushed out of my chair as well. 

My wide eyes flash to Alex as she’s practically yelling, “that’s my girlfriend!” She earned a few quizzical frowns, causing me to chuckle. 

Still baffled by the choice, I took my spot beside Connor as Knox commanded the rest of the award-winners to come up on stage. Connor and I held the award together, his fingertips pressed against mine as we pushed closer together to fit into the group photo. 

The president said his ending message, concluding the event. Loud chatter drowned out the music playing in the background as everyone regrouped with their people. 

As I made my way to Alex, people stopped to congratulate me, I bowed my head in gratitude, genuinely stunned at all my winnings. I knew I said I wanted to win every category I was in, but I still expected a few awards, not this many. And let me not forget to mention, I’m one step closer to the breakout I needed from winning this award...even if I was partnering on it. 

          “Congratulations biiitch!” Alex yells, an adult walking by scolds her language as soon as it came out. I guffawed nearly dropping all the awards. 

          “Congratulations to you, Ms. objectify our talents and in an attic somewhere.” I mock earning a slap to my bare arm. Playfully wincing, I continued laughing until her face went straight, a soft smirk replacing, her eyes directed to something-or-one behind me. Turning, Connor—and a crowd mixed of giggling girls and ‘star struck’ guys—stood holding the film reel trophy. 

          “I gotta say, that wasn’t the outcome I expected.” Before I respond, I look at Alex, who already knew what to do. She takes my awards informing she was going to take them to the car. 

Facing Connor now, I cross my arms over my chest and give him a quizzical smile, “what outcome were you expecting then?”

He shrugs his shoulders, “for you to win alone, I mean for an actual cinematographer, I’m grateful they found my film great, but you rightfully deserve it.” He acknowledge, extending it out towards me. 

          “I’m a videographer, so, I agree. But I can’t take away from your talents, it really was a tie breaking situation.” I assured with a subtle shrug, pushing the trophy back to him.

          “Connor, Danielle, can I take a photo of you guys?” The journalist asks. All work and no play around here, I guess. I think to myself until the feel of Connor’s hand snakes around my side, delicate and cautious as though I was going to break under his touch. He rested it right at the small of my back. An electrifying feeling coursed my body at the touch. I scooted closer to him, taking in his cologne I got a whiff of earlier this evening. Wrapping my arm around his waist, I tilted my head just enough it nearly leaned against his shoulder. Smiling, the picture was taken and the journalist walks off after thanking us. 

Before Connor release me, he leans his head down close enough that his lips brush the top of my ear. “Think about it, we can be taking pictures just like this on a red carpet someday.” And with that he releases me and sinks into the waiting crowd, engulfing himself in conversation with them. Not leaving me the chance to respond. 

And so I did, I thought about the red carpet pictures, and the bright lights. How I could be famous from my work one day—not that it was my reasoning for doing this, but it wouldn’t hurt to be noted for my hard work—I never thought I would be doing it with him, Connor Brashier, a guy that, before tonight, didn’t how he sounded when he talked.  But I guess if I’m going to be taking pictures with someone, he’s a good pick. I mean, he is easy on the eyes. 

Overtime, people leave, conversation dies down and the clean up crew makes their way in. I stood in the foyer lost in discussion with professor Knox as he told me the details of what was to come for the project. There were minor changes that needed to be made since it was the two of us, but the overall objective still remained the same. 

          “As brilliant as you two are behind a camera, I’m sure everything will succeed ultimately. We weren’t torn between you for no reason. You two bring the most publicity to our part of the school with what you put out. If you guys manage to have good chemistry, there will be a rule of awakening in the world of film.” His words struck me, the amount of confidence he, and apparently the rest of the staff, had in Connor and I. I would have never expected it.

He exits out of the building leaving me with my whirlwind of thoughts. I don’t know Connor. Sure, I’ve worked on mini projects with him, but they required little to no interaction–to add it was a year ago when we did that project. 

This was an entirely different echelon of work. This wasn’t a mere grade, this was meant to provoke feeling into the public, draw their attention and want more. We were basically selling ourselves to the world. 

Still lost in thought, I don’t notice, until the familiar scent fills my nose that Connor also entered the foyer. He was alone–for once–and his hands were tucked away in his pockets his doe-eyes and solemn porcelain face, it always seem as though he was mad, but his lips displayed a smile that decreased that idea. 

         “I don’t know you, and I know you don’t know me, but my gut is telling me this will be a great hit for us both.” Connor moves closer, but stays a safe proximity away as his eyes bore into hers. 

I’m not easy to fall for a pretty set of eyes, and a tempting set of lips but I think I met my match as I feel stuck for words. Clearing my throat I turn away from high slightly, “you think so huh?” 

          “For sure, I’m not trying to sound psychological, but you have an open mind, and a keen sense for capturing things in its raw form. You can’t make that. That’s natural.” 

          “Okay Dr. Brashier.” I flirt, watching his teeth bite into his bottom lip. “Well needless to say, with this project you’ll probably find out that side I don’t let on.” I lower my voice, lightly trailing a finger on his arm. 

          “Danielle.” Alex says at the door, almost on cue. 

Connor shutters, licking his lips as I walk away, keeping my eyes trained on him. “See ya soon.” I whisper at last. 

          “You are honestly too much.” Alex mutters once we’re in the car. 

Batting my eyes innocently I look at her, “what are you talking about?” 

          “Don’t hurt that boy, he seems so innocent.” 

Feigning offense, I purse my lips. “I’m only going to do what he allows, life doesn’t throw bubble wrap lemons at us right?” 

Alex glares at me, “bitch what?” 

           “Exactly.” I say final, knowing I was talking out of my ass, but I did mean what I said. I’m not here to hurt, but he knows what he can and can’t handle. This project could do either one.

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I honestly planned to make this a one part imagine but now I’m leaning more towards a fic [and depending on if you guys like it I definitely will]. I haven’t thought the plot through completely though so...yeah. Hope you enjoyed this Connor!InASuit content (because I know I enjoy Connor in a suit, no matter how long ago it was). More to come :)

Request can be made here :)

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[ maxence danet fauvel, he/him, male ] look out, there’s ELTON BISHOP. you know, the 22 year old TREASURER at GAMMA GAMMA GAMMA. you know, i overheard someone say that they were TACITURN, ZANY, ADAPTABLE and VEHEMENT. but i wanna make my own mind up on them. [cosmo, they/them, 21+, est]

> about.

name: elton john bishop

age: 22

birthday / zodiac: january 29th, 1997 / aquarius

siblings: n/a

major: accounting

frat: TREASURER / gamma gamma gamma

he’s basically season 2 stranger things MIKE. moody bitch the world is unfair everything sucks !!!

> biography.

usually the ‘baby’ of the family is the one that is spoiled and the favorite, but elton grew up the polar opposite. he was born into a wealthy family, but no matter what, he always came in second compared to his older sibling. this made his parents put him on the back-burner of sorts, so elton grew up very lonely. he was ignored so often by his mother, a very high strung and powerful woman, that he started to believe he wasn’t worth much. this caused him to become very anxious, very introverted, and extremely shy in nature all the while pitying himself.

at a young age, elton was diagnosed with ADHD so he has a very hard time concentrating on many things and is unable to sit still for a long period of time. this made school very hard for the boy and he soon was taking adderall. he is extremely dependent on medication for this and wouldn’t know how to act if he wasn’t able to take it.

elton never excelled in much in school unless it was with numbers, always preferring a fantasy life over his own, so getting into any college was an achievement for him, let alone a really good one. with his father’s passing a few years ago, elton seems super unaffected by much and still is riding the wave of the money his family has.  and because elton grew up with no affection from his family, he has a very hard time understanding the way the world works, or who to trust, or who to give love, or even how to receive it, but he really is a decent human with great potential, if only he could get into the right mindset. 

>personality.

although shy, elton is extremely funny and outgoing around people he loves and trusts.

isn’t MEAN, but definitely wouldn’t go out of his way to do anything nice for anyone.

animated. very zany. loud and brash at times.

sleeps ALL THE TIME

VERY TOUCHY and affectionate to those he loves

probably has fallen in love x3000. 

does lack common sense at times.

leaves clean laundry on his bedroom floor for a week

prob doesn’t drink enough water

constantly wears silk shirts and doc martens

will always be found with taco bell bags in his car.

he spent most of his young age and teen years in his bedroom, cooped up, playing video games, watching sports , or killing his Sims.

very MOODY

because of this, elton has never actually been in a relationship, nor close to it. 

his priorities in life relied on marijuana, pills, comedies, video games, and mountain dew.

was probably bullied very bad when he was young

he’s extremely gullible, forgiving, understanding.. because of how sheltered he grew up.

>wanted connections.

buddies. definitely need these !! some ‘bros’ that enjoy smoking weed, playing video games, chilling, ettc.

a crush. because elton never really dated anyone, he prob gets super shy and awkward around this person allll the time. he could have liked them for a long time but never made a move. he’s probably a babbling mess whenever they’re around.

bully. of course elton would need someone that enjoys getting under his skin, whether it’s for fun or they seriously like bullying, someone has to be mean to him bc i need him to freak out at some point and stand up for himself. u know, character development !!

maybe a first something ?? because even elton has experimented at some point. it was probably super awkward.

bad influence. someone that elton thinks is cool, badass, and always enjoys doing hooligan type shit around.

i’m sure there’s more cant wait !!!!

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Compromised Retrograde (Michael Mell x Reader)

Word Count: 2801 

A/N: Ahh! I finally finished it! I also definitely watched the movie and honestly, it was really good! I’m happy that this was requested so I could watch a movie! Uhh but as always, if you want something different or want it revised, please don’t hesitate to ask! And keep your eyes on this blog, I have more coming and I’m finally going to do some congratulatory 200 follower things that were requested!! Enjoy! 

Trigger Warnings: Mentions of smoking weed, a bong, IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW

Michael practically jumped down his basement stairs, hang-time caught at an all time low as he bounded down each wooden structure. He was lucky that his socks didn’t cause him to slip and possibly hurt himself, but his mind was preoccupied. As soon as his feet hit the basement floor, he turned on the lights and looked around. Friday night, meaning you’d be over there in about an hour and a half; meaning that he’d have to clean up literally any mess that he and Jeremy had made from the nights before. He spies the vacuum next to the all too white bathroom that he knew one of his moms just cleaned, because they too had gotten used to the typical ritual of you coming over and spending your evening, and sometimes all night, with Michael. 

“Boy smell” as his moms called it practically lingered with heaviness that could only be beaten with a candle; the one his moms specifically bought for downstairs. It was the same candle they’d bought when Michael was smaller; it had become a comfort and the common scent of home for him. He lit a match, followed by the candle, before walking around the room and picking up stray wrappers, empty chip bags, and extra things he’d just forgotten to throw away while Jeremy was there. There’s a second; a pause that Michael looks around to see what else needs to be done. The lamp has new bulbs, the candle is burning, there’s a Spencer’s gifts bag sitting next to the couch; where it should be—sushi. He almost forgot to order the sushi so his mom could pick it up for you two. It would be an easy task, his favorite place now taking online orders instead of in person or over the phone. He was eternally grateful for that; ordering in class before running off to get it was that much easier. As soon as the sushi order was placed, Michael texted his mom and told her what place, what time, and exactly what he got so she could check his order when picking it up.

The room settled again. He decided on vacuuming the crumbs that littered the ground, especially by the beanbags. Shit, he should really be more careful while stoned so that cleaning before you got there wouldn’t be so heinous. Then again, high him wasn’t going to listen to reason, especially coming from sober him. He let the thought drift out of his head and into the space, knowing it was better forgotten than anything else. Michael walked across the room and grabbed the vacuum, the appliance whirring to life as he ran it over the carpeting—the tropical scent now warmer and gentler than before. When he stopped vacuuming, Michael turned on his sound system, allowing a special playlist for you slipping into the scene. With the sun setting and the golden hour approaching, the room suddenly basked in the beautiful light—you coming into Michael’s mind.

He’d gone to Spencer’s the night before, knowing that this task of cleaning the basement might take a little more time than he anticipated. Jeremy hadn’t gone with him, but instead met him at his house later that night—Thursdays were for best friends, Fridays were date night. So he’d gone alone, choosing that the lead on the newest retro soda in stock was more important than just sitting around at home and waiting for his best friend to show up. But of course, going without Jeremy had its downfalls: he couldn’t use Jeremy as a scapegoat or split the price if it got too high. But that ended up not being a problem, the guy hooking up with something reasonable and actually kind of delicious. He’d bought more than one, too excited to count how many, so he’d decided to just try it. In fact, Michael had to go through the events again, he was pretty sure that Jeremy had managed to pry one from his hands too—wait, no, he’d just tried Michael’s.

He warped back into the present, a digital clock’s blue letters reading that you’d be there in just under a half an hour. Doing a quick check of the room again, Michael noted the controllers that were still out, pillows strewn about, and cabinets underneath the TV open, displaying the dusty consoles and not-so-dusty games that he’d bought before indie games were cool and he hadn’t gone almost completely digital. Each one was sorted almost perfectly, consoles, colors, and names aesthetically pleasing to any eye that was searching.

Moving around, he quickly coiled up the cords to the controllers and placed them on top of their corresponding consoles. There was a moment that he thanked himself for doing that, knowing that he’d be searching for it later. He shut the cabinets, each closing with a satisfying snap. Immediately the area is neater, everything feels less chaotic and feels more in place. It feels more like you’re about to come over and have date night—it feels more like a wonderful night with the person he really enjoys spending time with.

His eyes scan the room once again before they settle on a multi-colored piece of glass poking out from behind the couch—his bong making an entrance into the room. Michael walks over to the small loveseat that had made its way down into the basement when his moms realized that sometimes he fell asleep down there and after they’d bought the new couch. He places the bong further behind the couch, sure that it can’t be seen to anyone who wasn’t looking for it, out of the way of his moms, and that his older brother wouldn’t find it and use it whenever he decided to come home and visit. Of course, the placement was also for easy access when he was too tired or too socially drained to go upstairs to grab it. Suspicion was also avoided when it wasn’t in his room, and would stop Michael from pulling anything too risky with it in his room. As soon as his hand came off of the smooth glass, Michael realized that he wasn’t sure if you wanted to smoke tonight. He decided to just leave it there for now, if you wanted to, you’d ask, right?

As soon as the thought leaves him, Michael can hear your light footsteps above him and his moms welcoming you into his home. He pauses for a second, imagining you gliding across the room with lighter footsteps, the sun hitting your features and giving you a glow that only his dreams could see. He could solidly see you walking towards the basement like you’d done many times before. Your footsteps tapped lightly down the stairs, and Michael quickly adjusted his position so it wouldn’t look like he had just spent the last several minutes cleaning up before you got there. Your smile rivaled the sun that streamed in through the blinds, and he couldn’t help but shoot you one back, one that felt goofier, one that felt more like a laugh that came from sheer surprise and happiness. He can feel his face blooming red, heating more than the candle that was still aflame, home still being inhaled and exhaled as the moment continued.

You walk over to Michael’s TV base and open up a cabinet. Your hand hits the “on” button, green squares coming up onto the large flatscreen. The sound of the Xbox booting up pulls him out of his thoughts, knowing that you thought it was going to be a typical Friday night filled with him playing video games while you marveled at lore. “What are we gonna play today, Michael?” you smile at him, almost as clumsy as he had before, but yours seemed to be beaming extra admiration at him. It was cute, there was no denying that much.

“Actually, I don’t think I want to play anything, if that’s okay with you.”

You let out a giggle, eyes slightly closing at him. He returned the gesture, so excited, so delirious that he had something special for you. Something he’d managed to get his hands on sat upon that couch, and it wasn’t soda. “What are we doing then?” you asked.

“I got a movie for us to watch.”

“Oh! Cool!” You smiled before sitting down in a beanbag, letting him get everything queued up. Michael’s hand grabbed the Spencer’s bag, excitement pulsating through his veins as his fingers gripped the cheap plastic. “Which one?”

Somehow, Michael feels his smile grow wider. You have no idea. His cheeks begin to hurt, answers almost bursting out of him. “I don’t know, but I think someone told me that you really like Charlie Chaplin.”

“Of course, he’s only one of the—Wait.” Realization makes its way through your features, a smile bursting into them after you understand exactly what you two were going to watch. Michael can’t help but smile at your adorable antics, excitement matching his. “Michael, did you—”

“The guy at Spencer’s has a friend who also works there and I managed to get my hands on an actual VHS tape. And it just happens to be The Great Dictator, which is apparently pretty good, but I don’t know, a little cutie just told me that, I think.”

There’s a pause, a moment of breathing, an inhale, before you scream and jump up, your arms wrapping around Michael. He can’t hug back at first, his entire mind racing as the action happens, but wraps his arms around you and returns the hug after a second, his smile turning musical, laughter encasing the room into a sanctuary around you. He can feel your smile against his shoulder, muffled “thank you”s coming out of your mouth at a speeding rate. His hands find a rhythm, gliding across your back as the seconds pass. You pull away first, almost dizzy with happiness and completely infatuated with the boy who stood in front of you. “What happened to Resident Evil 2?” You ask, eyes batting, but the happiness not fading even for a second.

“It can wait! I’m excited about this. I thought we could do something you’re into.”

“Michael, you’re the best!” Another breath, and you’re whisked away, sitting back into the beanbag eagerly as Michael picks up the Spencer’s bag and starts for the TV cabinet that holds everything needed for any entertainment. The door comes open with a little force, a thicker layer of coating covering his VHS player, knowing that it hadn’t been used since his older brother was still living at home—and probably just starting kindergarten. He wipes it down with the sleeve of his sweatshirt, buttons and their descriptions now becoming clear. Michael takes a second before putting the tape into the player, hoping that he wouldn’t have to rewind it for the next 20 minutes. As much as he loved vintage items—the retro eras were the best—if there was one thing he didn’t miss, it was waiting for the VHS tapes to rewind.

The tape didn’t need to be rewound. It actually ran perfect, just like the guy said it would. The music began to play, credits rolling across the screen as Michael walked to the back of the room. He flicked the light switch off before heading over to the small windows that lined the room. He pulled out the darkening fabric and almost immediately, the candle, along with the TV screen were the only two things lighting the room, dark tones seeming to sweep the area without a moment’s grace. As soon as everything was dimmed, Michael pushed his beanbag towards yours, the two cloth—essentially giant pillows—touching, creating a makeshift couch.

Michael pushed up his glasses, checking around to make sure that nothing else needed to be done before sitting himself down and sinking into the beanbag. He made eye contact with you, but you just smiled back, grabbing his arm and wrapping it around yourself. You kissed his cheek as you descended onto his chest, his heart being jumpstarted from 0 to 60 in less than a millisecond. He hoped that you couldn’t feel him trying to even out his breathing, the moment becoming more and more perfect as time elapsed. Sure, World War I was happening on the screen, but Michael couldn’t pay attention to 1940 humor and antics. All he could focus on was you, knowing that this was special, this moment burning into his memory, coded for later and stored for nights when it felt like he was by himself or insecure that he wasn’t a good boyfriend to you. This moment was special; he’d done something nice and completely basically changed his dynamic just for you. Who cared about a new game that he was sure Jeremy would be playing? He had you, who didn’t care for the same virtual worlds, but instead found passion and love for vintage movies. Michael didn’t care about the money he’d spent, your face, your happiness, you were priceless to him. Every moment of hunting down this random guy was worth it, just to feel you smile against him and to relax with you.

There’s a good 15 minutes before his mom comes down, sushi in hand. She smiles, setting the food down in front of the two beanbags, chopsticks sitting on top of the stack of boxes; different rolls almost pouring out of each one. She smiles, knowing just how important moments like this were, how much they meant to each of you, before stepping lightly out of the basement and closing the door behind her.

After the soft click made its way through space, Michael handed off some chopsticks to you, opening his own one handed. He had practice with opening them in such a way, a controller didn’t allow for any fault or for any mistakes as you do things one handed. You smiled at him before taking the chopsticks into your hand, opening them yourself. Boxes were opened, displaying all different rolls and options for even the pickiest sushi eater, Michael knowing he’d like pretty much all of them. So, if you didn’t like one, Michael was happy to just, go for it. Soy sauce and wasabi is laid out, little plastic dishes providing both strewn about the floor. He goes for one roll but sees you going for the same one. He retracts and lets you grab it, knowing that this night is about you. It’s a date; he wants you to be comfortable, he wants things to be near perfect.

As time goes on, the World War I scene forgotten, sushi gets eaten. Roll by roll, the boxes empty and food disappears. The movie is almost forgotten at some points, affectionate looks and side glances preventing focus on the one thing that actually brought this night into existence. But it didn’t matter. As long as you were happy with the events, Michael could be flexible. If you had requested specific pizza or sushi or whatever from somewhere even as wild as New York, Michael would’ve driven there without any hesitation.

Within the next half an hour, the sushi depletes to one last roll, both of you too full to eat it. Each of you look at it, the roll almost mocking you as it just sits there. With a sigh, the two of you lean back, resuming the position that was given up to eat dinner. The movie continues to play, but nothing is said between you two for a little bit as the leading lady gets made over by the barber. You smile as the scene continues, older physical humor coming from the screen. There’s another second before you nuzzle into Michael’s chest, his heart speeding up faster than it had before. “Thank you,” you mumble, and Michael can feel the vibrations course through his body, almost like light radiating its way through his veins.

“Anytime,” comes his response as he turns his attention to you and kisses the top of your head. Sure, it wasn’t the new Resident Evil 2 that he was sure Jeremy would brag to him about later, but that didn’t matter. He could put up with his best friend’s dumb antics when it came to you. Sweet and amazing you who deserved to have little nights full of things you’re passionate about. A balance between you two, working towards a common, happy goal. He was happy to play his equal part, happy to make you happy, and happy to sit down and really dive deep into something that you were passionate about and loved, because if he was honest with himself, he was passionate and loved you. In this moment, in every moment, Michael wouldn’t have it any other way.

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Tongue Tied Chapter 2 (Branjie) - SnowBun

A/N: So many ideas have been floating about my mind, so I may have gotten a little too excited to write this. Oops. This one lacks face-to-face interaction, but I promise the next one will be a lot more rife with moments between Brooke and Vanjie. Can’t wait to hear what you guys have to say, thank you!

The headache that accompanied the morning was inevitable. After countless nights out drinking, she was almost in disbelief that she still felt sick after each and every one.

She listened to Silky snoring beside her and stopped herself from cackling. She grabbed her phone off the nightstand, and took a video of the girl to hopefully use as blackmail for some future argument.

She swore when she realized how cold she was. Silky had hogged the entirety of the blanket again. She resolved to stop letting her sleep in her bed after nights of drinking. Vanjie dragged herself out of bed, trying her best not to wake the snoring girl.

Upon entering the kitchen, she couldn’t help but yell at the bright light streaming into the apartment. When her eyes adjusted to the light, she glared at the girl sitting at the storm-cloud colored couch with her legs folded.

“Girl, why’d you draw the curtains?” She all but yelled at A’Keria.

She answered with a shrug. “It’s a nice day,” She said simply before taking a sip of coffee from a cheap mug that Silky had accidentally taken from a diner while drunk. “Not letting that shit go to waste.”

Vanjie grumbled before taking a seat beside her. She threw hear head back against it, and scrunched her eyes closed to keep out the light. It felt like a judge had just ruled her guilty of being too drunk for her own good, and decided to hit her head with the gavel like there was no matter.

They heard a snore drift out from Vanjie’s room, causing them both to laugh. Other than that, and the occasional sound of footsteps from the floor above, the spacious three-room apartment was relatively quiet. It was the complete opposite of the thumping beats from the club the night before.

“So,” A’Keria shifted in her seat, looking at the girl with a smirk. “I saw you talking to that tall girl last night.”

She groaned and ran a hand over face. Opening her eyes, she saw the remnants of her lipstick on the palm of her hand. She wiped it onto the black skirt that she had not bothered to take off before falling into bed the night before.

She remembered the flashing lights against pale skin, the curve of her hips and waist accentuated by her skin-tight dress, the laugh that she could feel in her bones more than the beat of the music reverberating through the club. She wanted the picture of the night before seared into her brain.

“God, she must think I’m some crazy bitch!’ She exclaimed loudly as she remembered how upfront she was. A’Keria laughed at her without any malice. “She probably deleted my number as soon as she got it.”

“Her loss if she did.”

She shot her friend a smile before taking the mug from her. Before she could drink, the phone in her hand chimed. She glanced at the time and ignored the big, white “9:30 AM” taking up almost half of the screen. It was far too early for her taste.

She opened the message from the unknown number, and grinned widely.

Good morning -Brooke

Her phone blared loudly at 8:00 AM the next morning. She turned off the alarm, and swung her legs out of bed. The sight of the clothes strewn all over the floor from when she was choosing an outfit for the night before made her groan. The thought of cleaning up made her want to go straight back to sleep.

She yawned and ignored the mess. She stepped straight into the shower, glad that she was aware enough last night to take off all her clothes before falling into bed. Waking up in a latex dress didn’t sound fun at all.

She let the warm water wash over her. The heat seeped into her body, blanketing her in comfort. After standing there for what felt like hours, she stepped out and dried herself with the crisp white towel she had left on the rack.

She slipped into her black leggings and white t-shirt, and quickly brushed through her shoulder-length hair. She went to the kitchen, and made herself a cup of coffee; one sugar, no milk.

With her feet leading her to the window, she looked over the city below. She was used to the sight of rising smoke and hustle and bustle that moved about. In the 30th floor of the high-rise at the center of it all, she was perfectly aware of the contrast of her peace and quiet with the noise vibrating throughout the world below.

Brooke stepped away from the window, and went back to her room. Sitting on her bed, she got her phone, glanced at the time, and saw that an hour had passed. She let out a sigh and unlocked it.

Vanjie’s number stared at her straight in the face, and she stared right back. She hummed quietly and watched the keyboard pop up, yelling, “Text her already!”

She put down her coffee, and typed a message.

Hope you slept well – Brooke

She shook her head, deleted it, and crafted a new one.

Hello -Brooke

She deleted it again, and groaned out loud. After several more attempts, she had penned:

Good morning -Brooke

She looked at the time on her phone. “Shit, I’m late.” She exclaimed to herself before sending the message. Picking up her bag, she walked out the door and tried her best to push away any thought of tan skin and dark chocolate colored hair.

Sunday was always going to be brunch day.

The champagne flutes were filled to the brim with mimosa, and the crisp waffles were practically drowning in syrup. She pushed back the remains of her hangover as they all laughed loudly at something Silky said.

“You okay?” A’Keria asked with concern when squinted her eyes. She drank her mimosa and smiled wide.

“The only way to cure a hangover,” She said while calling the waiter over. “Is to drink more alcohol.”

“Amen!” The two girls answered loudly before downing their drinks.

Her phone chimed for the second time since they arrived at the restaurant. The simple text caused her to blush, and she knew that A’Keria had caught on before she could stop herself.

“That the blonde from last night?” The teasing smirk on her face made her cheeks heat up even more, and she mumbled out a quick ‘yes.’ Silky hollered, causing nearby patrons to turn their heads in annoyance; not that she cared much, anyway.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Bitch, the lies!” Silky exclaimed. “You gonna tell us about her yet or what?”

Vanjie shrugged her shoulders as she shot a quick text in response. “She’s just some girl, I met at the club last night. No big deal.”

“A girl that hot is always a big deal.” A’Keria corrected her and Silky raised her glass in agreement. “So, what’s her name?”

“Brooke.” She said her name with some pride. It still shocked her that the girl had bothered to respond. While she was perfectly aware that she was nothing short of attractive, the taller girl aired a confidence that made her melt.

“Brooke, huh?” Silky said. “Know anything about her?”

“Her friend owns the club from last night, that much I know.”

Silky nodded, slightly impressed and hopeful that whatever was going on would result in some free drinks. “Anything else?”

She shrugged and A’Keria hummed knowingly. “Alright, Miss Vanjie. Just tell us when she’ll be coming over so we can get our asses on out of there.”

She rolled her eyes, but she couldn’t help herself from crossing her legs just a little tighter.

“Will do.”