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zukkoxx · 4 years ago

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mha boys doing the hickey prank on you

(w/ bakugo, kiri, shinsou)

bakugo 💥

you and bakugo’s relationship started with bickering and annoying each other till you drive the other crazy.

and that didn’t stop when you started dating.

now, it’s more of pulling silly little pranks on each other.

and each time you would try to one up the other.

well, the last prank you pulled in bakugo had him fuming, he was mad for a week.

so obviously he had to get you back even worse.

he got mina to help him, figuring she’d be best at making the makeup look like the actual thing.

she berated him the whole time, telling him if he broke her best friend’s heart she’d shoot acid in his eyes.

he brushed off her comment. you deserved this.

it was a little late in the evening after you get to bakugo’s dorm, finished with all the tasks you had to do today.

“hey kats.” you greet, placing your things on his desk and joining him on the bed where he was sitting on his phone.

he looked up at you, almost feeling bad when you gave him a genuine smile before snuggling up next to him. “whats up?” you say when he doesn’t respond.

“nothing. how was your day?” he quickly asked.

the two of you talked for a while about random stuff, and at some point you went up to kiss his cheek, laughing at a comment he made.

but you freeze when you see a dark, purplish mark on the side of his neck, in plain sight.

you furrowed your brows, wondering how you hadn’t noticed to before.

“katsuki...what’s this?” you ask, making him turn from his phone and look at you.

“what’re ya talkin about dumbass?”

“don’t call me a dumbass, what the hell is this on your neck?” you speak louder, pressing a finger under the mark.

“it’s nothing, probably a bruise from a mission-”

“bakugo.”

the blond widens his eyes at your deep tone and the way you said his name. he never really heard you speak like this unless it was towards a villain. but even then, you never sounded this serious.

“you and i both know that’s not a fucking bruise.”

he stares at you silently, not knowing if he should end the prank or not.

he decides to push on.

“i don’t know what you want me to say.” he shrugs, looking away from you. he couldn’t stand seeing the hurt in your eyes.

you scoff, trying to get rid of the pressure building in you throat. “you really are just a big asshole, aren’t you?”

he stayed quiet. “if you wanted to break up with, you could’ve just told me.” you try so hard to keep your tears at bay, not letting them cross your waterline.

but it feels like a dagger had been stabbed through your heart.

“and to think, i thought you could have actually loved me.” you chuckle darkly before trying to get off the bed.

upon hearing your words, bakugo quickly grabbed your hand, pulling you against him.

“i do love you-”

“let me go you asshole!” you push his chest, tears finally escaping. “we’re done! that’s what you wanted right?”

“y/n it’s not real! calm down.”

he holds your waist so you were sitting on his lap, keeping you still. you look at him, trying to figure out what he was talking about. “what the hell do you mean it’s not real?”

he stared at you for a second, almost scared that if he looked away, you’d be gone. but he eventually reaches to the table beside his bed and grabs a makeup wipe mina lended him. he quickly wiped the mark, staring at you intensely.

“see?” he turns his head, and you find the purple mark gone, only a slight red pigment left from where he wiped so harshly. “fake.” he holds up the wipe so you see the purple stains covering it.

“it was a prank.”

you felt like you could finally breath again, but your relief quickly turned into anger, and you punched bakugo’s chest out of instinct. he didn’t react.

“i hate you. why would you do this?”

“you pranked me last week!” bakugo states, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

“i put pink dye in your shampoo katsuki. this was overboard.” you mutter, wiping your cheeks to get rid of sparse tears.

bakugo frowned, feeling even more bad about the whole thing. he had to admit, he took it too far. “you’re right. i’m sorry.” you didn’t respond, but accepted his apology.

“hey.” bakugo lifted your chin to look at him. “you know i love you, right? more than fucking anything.” you nod. “don’t ever doubt my love for you, or i may have to blow myself up for making you feel that way.”

you laugh slightly, bending down so you could hug when, pushing your face into his neck.

“you know i’m getting you back for this.”

kirishima🪨

kirishima often does things without thinking ahead.

not fully comprehending the consequences of his actions.

this was one of those moments.

it was april fools day! great right?

except kiri and the boys made a bet, wondering who could pull the best prank on someone in their class.

kiri took a while thinking about who he should prank. and eventually, a perfect prank to pull on his precious s/o came to mind.

a hickey prank. haha....ha. -_-

he had seen tons of videos where someone made a fake hickey and pranked their s/o with it. he always laughed his ass off at them.

this would be the perfect opportunity!

so he sprinted to ochaco’s back room, hers being the closest, and asked for some makeup he would return quickly.

he went to his room, doing his best at imitating the red, purplish bruise you’d often give each other.

when he thought he did the best he could, he leaves his room, trying to find you so he could get the prank over with.

he sees you in the kitchen, eating a bowl of fruit, chatting with jiro.

he makes his way over slowly, nervousness creeping up his spine with the amount of people in the common area at the moment.

he didn’t want to embarrass you, but he didn’t want to give any of the boys 50 dollars either.

he stood behind you, awkwardly waiting for you to finish talking to jiro.

jiro looks past you, motioning for you to check. you turn, eyes brightening as they land upon your boyfriend.

“hey kiri, what some fruit?” you push the bowl towards him, and he shakes his head with a dopey smile. “no thanks babe. just checking on you.”

you melt at his kind words, about to respond when jiro speaks up beside to. “i think you should be checking on yourself kiri. jeez y/n, are you human or a leech?” she covers her moth to stifle a laugh, pointing to a very specific spot on kiri’s neck.

you halfheartedly laugh, confused, and glanced at the area yourself.

you breath stops when you notice a big purple mark covering the side of his neck.

you didn’t do that to him...

kirishima stands uncomfortably still, not real really knowing what to do this far into the prank.

“kirishima? wha...” you can’t even speak, just utterly astonished at what you’re seeing.

you stare at him and shake your hands, waiting for him to explain himself.

“are you going to say something!?” you ask, the hurt in your voice making his heart break.

he didn’t like this. not at all. why did he do this?

“...fuck you kiri.” you spit, ignoring the fact that you still used his nickname while you were mad at him.

you walked away in a hurry, leaving jiro glaring at kirishima.

“what did you do?” she asked.

“i-it was a joke! a prank! i...it’s april fools!”

“well go tell them that!” jiro says, pushing kiri to go follow you.

kirishima runs after you, getting to you as soon as you enter the elevator to go to your dorm. he sprints inside, crashing into you in the process.

he looks at you with wide eyes when he sees tears running down your face. “why are you here?” you quickly yell.

“y/n it’s a prank! it’s april fools day, please baby! i’m sorry!” he goes to hug you. you don’t return it but you don’t push him away either.

“what the heck eijiro! that wasn’t funny!” you yell in distress. you were happy it wasn’t real, but the feeling from being absolutely heart broken to feeling better in the span of seconds was overwhelming.

“i know. i know it was stupid of me to even attempt this. i made a stupid bet with the others. i am so sorry. you know i’d never do this to you. please, forgive me.” he begs, holding onto you for dear life.

“i’m really upset with you right now, eijiro.”

“you should be. i don’t blame you y/n. but please, don’t leave me.”

you sighed, finally going to hug him back. “i’m not going to leave you kiri. i was scared you were leaving me!”

“i’d never! never in a million years!”

“i know, just don’t do that again. you really scared me.”

he nods against you. “never again.”

shinsou 🌀

shinsou was never good at expressing his emotions.

he was very reserved and even though you were his s/o, you often had trouble figuring out what was going on inside that complicated head of his

so when you laughed at izuku’s jokes, or praised shoto’s quirk

of course he wouldn’t tell you how jealous it made him feel. how it made all his insecurities rise up.

you didn’t mean to make him feel this way, god no. you had known the two boys longer than him and were used to having the comfortable playful conversations with izuku and serious quirk related talks with shoto.

but shinsou didn’t like all the attention you gave them.

and he couldn’t find a way to let you know how he felt that didn’t involve telling you. which he wasn’t going to do.

so he ended up doing the next best thing that came to mind.

make you feel what he was feeling.

he gets some makeup from someone he had already forgotten the name of and went to his dorm, doing his best to make the fake hickey at least a little believable.

he didn’t want the prank to be too serious, just to hit you with a quick realization that you had been making him feel this way.

so he waits for you to meet him in his dorm like you always do, and even leaves the makeup out in the open to see if you’d catch on yourself.

“hellooo my love.” you say cheerfully, and shinso smiled at your happy mood.

“hi y/n. had a good day?” he asked, sitting on the edge of his bed as you approached him, standing between his legs.

“mhm. but i missed you.” you muttered, pushing his face against your stomach as you hugged his head.

hitoshi frowned at your words. maybe this wasn’t a good idea. maybe he’s been overthinking and this stupid prank will just make things worse.

“so, what did you do today-”

you pull back from hitoshi and catch a glimpse of a bruise on his neck. you grip his chin, turning it to the side with slight force and narrow your eyes.

“what happened here?” you asked curiously

“nothing babe.” your boyfriend shrugs

“hitoshi is this a fucking hickey?” you asked after getting a better look, hoping to whatever god there was that his answer would be no.

“what does it look like?”

“don’t talk to me like that, you prick.” you seeth, and push his head away until he falls on his back on the bed.

“we’re over! i hate you.” you say the last part quietly, still not wanting to believe what you saw was real.

“wait y/n, it’s fake!” hitoshi yells before you could leave his dorm.

“how is it fake hitoshi? what, you had no real feelings for the bitch that sucked on your neck? do you think i’m stupid or something?”

“the hickey is fake y/n. i made it.”

you stared at him with deceiving eyes, crossing your arms and tapping your foot. “is this some type of mind joke hitoshi? i told you don’t use that shit on me.”

“please babe, c’mere. wipe it off.”

you slowly made you way back to him, gripping his chin to turn his head again and swiped at the mark. it smeared a little, but didn’t come off. you licked your thumb before rubbing it into the mark, finally making it disappear.

you pushed him back slightly, eyes still angry. “what was that all about? why’d you do that?” you ask.

“just thought it’d be funny.” he lies, looking away from you. you knew he was lying. he always looked directly at you when talking about something. especially something serious.

“do not make me even angrier than i already am shinso. fess up.”

hitoshi groaned, putting his hands over his face before looking at you with tired eyes. “fine, i got jealous of you hanging out and being friendly with midoriya and todoroki. i just wanted to get you back in a way.”

“so you pretend to cheat on me?”

“i’m sorry. it was really immature of me and i should’ve just talked to you. the makeup is right over there if you still need proof.” he points to his desk and glance at it, seeing the makeup sprawled on top.

you sighed, not wanting to forgive him so easily. but you couldn’t help it with the way he rubbed the back of your legs soothingly and looked at you with love filled eyes.

“ugh, you’re lucky i love you.” you state, trying to stop the smile growing on your face as you see him smirk softly.

“and i love you. more than anything. thank you for forgiving me.”

“and...i’ll try not to make you jealous. i really didn’t mean to.” you say, remembering the reason for the whole situation.

hitoshi shook his head. “you can hang out and be friends with whoever you want. i know you wouldn’t leave me or be unfaithful. and i’d never be unfaithful to you. i’m so thankful for you.”

.....

“stop getting all mushy on me.”

i always see hcs where the boys get pranked, i thought it’d be cool to do the reverse. i can still do y/n pranking the boys if you guys would like that! hope you enjoyed this! leave a request here! -> 🥀

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miyalove · 4 years ago

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good luck kisses | atsumu

—pairing: atsumu x fem!reader

—warnings: best friends to lovers, manga spoilers (specifically the kurasuno vs inarizaki match), swearing, name calling, reader admires his thighs for a split second, *unedited

—synopsis: 3.1k | after countless times of refusing atsumu a good luck kiss, you figured that after the major lost against kurasuno— what better way to cheer him up?

—a/n: this is literally the cutest request ever, thank you so much, anon! + request are open!

you’ve know miya atsumu long enough to know that he’s over all a very likable guy. he’s charming, funny, optimistic, and the list could go on forever. but like any thing else, with perfect attributes comes a few flaws. sure, your best friend is handsome, skillful, and observant but damn is he stubborn.

a prime example of this bold trait is right now.

it’s game day for him, nationals to be exact. you were waiting in the crowd with what felt like the whole of your school when you got a text. it was from your best friend, obviously, saying to meet him in front of the boy’s changing room 4. you responded with a quick, ‘i’m here’ when you didn’t see his lean figure any where near the entrance. as you waited, you observed the busy halls of the gymnasium.

this is a big game. you could tell from how the school’s going all out in with the cheering and decorations. you were so lost in your thought, you didn’t notice the changing room door creep open behind you.

as you got pulled into the room, you are fast to react. pulling your arm out of the supposed attackers grip, you turned back to run for the door but it was too late. it shut and from what you could see; it’s’ locked too.

“relax, doll,” instantly, your tense figure loosens up at the familiar voice. turning to your “attacker”, you send a sharp glare his way, “oh god, 'tsum. i thought i was gonna fucking die cause of your dumbass.”

you playfully hit his chest as he lets out a small chuckle, his signature smile resting on his lips. you can’t tell but it’s much brighter now that you’re here. he’ll never admit it, but there’s just something about you that makes his mood lighter...

“sorry, didn’t mean to scare ya,” as he speaks, he finds purchase on a lone desk in the corner of the large room. he hops up on it, all while facing you still. he’s legs dingle at the edge of the table. as he settled himself down, you see his smile falter a bit.

sad at the sudden distance between the two of you, you find yourself chasing after his warmth like moth to a flame. following his ways, you’re hoping on the desk next time him casually resting your head on his shoulder. in the midst of the comfortable silence, you speak up, “shouldn’t you be out stretching with the rest of the boys?”

“yeah,” his golden eyes can’t help but steal quick glances at you. he can smell the sweet vanilla of your shampoo with how close you are. you’re not looking at him, sadly, instead your focused on the bland walls of the changing room for whatever reason.

despite his thoughts, he continues, "i just wanted to see ya before the game." his words are sincere, you can tell, but even at that you don’t react much.

he doesn’t like how your attention isn’t all on him. yeah, you’re close practically sitting on his lap, but what’s the point in all this affection if you’re not truly with him. shifting his position, you pick your head up at the sudden movement.

the setter is facing you know, deep honey eyes meet your own. there’s something within his hues that you can’t make out properly, a spark that you sometimes only see when you’re with him. a warmth spreads through you at the thought, but quickly leaves once you remember who atsumu is.

he’s your best friend, you remind yourself, you’re not supposed to be feeling things like that for him.

in the middle of your admiration, you didn’t even realizes he was speaking. “earth to (y/n)? are ya there?” he waves his large hands in front of your face, successfully knocking you back into reality.

shaking your head, you sigh with wide eyes, “sorry, what were you saying?”

in response, the taller boy lets out a teasing giggle. casually, he leans back onto the wall behind him spreading his legs a bit wider. for him, the action probably meant nothing but you can’t help but stare at the way his lean legs flex as he makes himself comfortable again.

“ya liking what you see, doll?”

this couldn’t be happening. you just caught caught checking out your best friend like a piece of meat. embarrassed, you roll your eyes trying your best to rid of the thoughts of atsumu. not having enough courage to look him in the eyes, you can’t help but shift your attention away. furrowing your brows, the way you fidget with your fingers gets worse when you hear his voice again.

“avoiding eye contact won’t make you want me less, yanno,” he delivers this line with a teasing smile. when you finally shift your attention back to him (just the way he likes it) you notice a pink hue taking over his face. it’s light and if you hadn’t focused on it, you would have definitely missed it.

it’s causes a fluttering feeling in your chest knowing that your actions, and even his playful flirting, is affecting him too. shaking your head, you remind yourself why exactly you’re here.

“’tsumu, you have a game in—,” grabbing your phone, briefly you check the time, “about 9 minutes so why exactly did ya call me over here?”

as if a switch went off in his empty head, he jumps off of the desk the two of you were perched on and grabs at his volleyball club jacket.

“ah shit, i called ya over cause i needed my good luck kiss, but now i’m running a little later than i thought,” frantically, the setter opens and closes his lockers. the clanking of metal echoes in the room. grabbing random gear off the floors and on shelves, he’s slipping on one of his knee pads when he flashes you a beaming smile.

“unless of course, the time can help me out?” tilting your head, your brows scrunch up in confusion. what does he mean help him out? oh! the good luck kiss.

looking back up at him, he’s hopping around with one shoe on, trying his best to slip on the his second knee pad. you can’t help but let out a little chuckle when he stumbles off balance and nearly falls straight on his ass. it’s a funny sight, your tall best friend wobbling and jumping around like a newborn fox hunting for the first time.

“’tsumu, you know i always say no whenever you ask for...” the two of you suddenly make eye contact. the setter’s lean figure freezes in the middle of the room. and despite his messy hair and frenzied appearance, he looks at you like he as all the time in the world. his eyes, though far away and obviously distracted, hold a much more deeper meaning within them. he’s almost daring you to say the magic words. under his intense eye, you feel small like prey getting watched from the distance by it’s hunter.

“... those things.” defeated, you avoid his strong gaze. you don’t see the way he stares at you (since your so focused on your feet dangling from the desk you’re atop of). you don’t see the way his eyes shine just a little darker or the way he smiles (a real, genuine one) at you with so much adoration and so much compassion that really it would take a fool to not see that miya atsumu is in love with you, his best friend.

it feels like now’s a good time to say it. whenever the two of you are alone, the feelings you give him practically suffocates him. he can’t help but to crave your attention or hear your laugh or make you smile (because you’re absolutely gorgeous doing nothing but you practically glow when you smile). with one shoe in hand and the other untied, the blonde feels like now is the best time to come forward... but of course, that’s not what he does.

“come on, doll. not even a small pe—”

knock. knock.

the door swinging open, cuts his thoughts off.

“kita’s getting on our asses cause of you, again,” suna’s monotone voice breaks the uncertainty in the room. lingering his stare on your figure for a little too long, the setter nods at his teammate tying his shoe before walking towards the door.

“(y/n),” you wave at your fox-like friend at the mention of your name. quickly getting off the desk, you follow their lead in leaving the room.

the two of them part ways, suna impatiently waiting for their setter to finish his farewells not too far behind him. “good luck ‘tsumu! even you suna,” at the mention of his name, suna nods.

leaning into your best friend, mockingly he puckers his lips only for you to roll your eyes at his childish behavior, “i said no, freak.” stepping back a little, atsumu let’s a out a playful chuckle while rolling his eyes, “whatever.”

instead of a kiss, you give him the next best thing; a tight hug to which he immediately returns. his arms rest on your waist while you feel the weight of his head on top of yours. his grip on you tightens when you pull away for the first time.

“3 minutes,” you mumble into his shirt as a warning. you’re practically choking on his ocean breeze clone with how deep atsumu is shoving your face into his chest.

trying your luck, you pull away one more time and to your relief, he lets go with a sigh. instantly, he gets ushered away by a peeved suna before he can say anything else. as he gets dragged by the arms, you wave goodbye with a smile, “beat those damn crows, guys!”

“when i do, i better get my kiss!” is the last thing you hear before he get’s shoved through the gymnasium doors.

hearing the buzz go off, it was the only sound you could focus on. it was the end and the outcome had been more than surprising— inarizaki had lost. the audience seemed to be stunted, the crowd including you had gone completely silent. all that you heard was kurasuno’s crowd screeching in glee. all that you saw was the dog pile of orange and blue uniforms happily cheering for their win.

your face morphs into pure irritation. eyes filled with fury, lips pressed into a line. to say you were pleased with the outcome of the game would be a complete lie. resentfully, you think aloud, “can’t they celebrate a little less publicly.”

so caught up in side eyeing the flock of crows on the field, you barely noticed your own team huddling up to take a bow for the crowd. you only look away from glaring at kurasuno when you feel an all to familiar stare on you.

shifting your gaze, there in the gym floor is your best friend who is standing closely to his brother. you can see the hurt in his eyes despite being a notable distance away from him.

in fact, the whole team’s aura shifts right before your eyes. they all wear emotionless smiles, heads down in shame. despite being friends with all the members of the team, you can’t help but focus on atsumu the most.

his eyes had shifted away from yours, but even without his golden hues staring you down you can tell how hurt he is. you can tell just from the way he grits his teeth, the way he refuses to look up at the cheer squad, and how stiff his shoulders are that he’s taking the lose to heart.

it breaks your heart seeing how rough he’s talking it. atsumu is a perfectionist and holds such a high standard for him and his team. he works hard every practice and even goes after hours because that’s how much passion he has in this sport. he’s blaming himself, you can see it written all over his face.

without thinking, you lean over the safety railing. bracing yourself to let outa loud scream, “‘TSUMU!” he snaps his head your way again.

“JUST SHUT UP ALREADY!” mood instantly shifting, you think of the best way to get your best friend’s mood up. atsumu tilts his head in confusion, had you really heard him bad mouthing himself from all the way up there?

“IT’S WRITTEN ALL OVER YOUR FACE, DUMMY! A WELL-PLAYED GAME IS STILL WORTHY OF PRAISE, NO MATTER WHOSE THE WINNER!”

wide eyed, atsumu flashes you a brief smile. it doesn’t really reach his eyes like the ones you’re use to getting from him, but you decide that even a little happiness is better than none, right now. sending him a thumbs up, the whole team bows while simultaneously thanking the crowd. and with that, they disappear back into the gym halls.

it seems that this is atsumu’s favorite way of meeting with you recently. here you were again, waiting in front of changing room 4 as per requested from atsumu, himself. instead of waiting though, you knock on the door hoping that you’re not interrupting any one whose actually using the changing room to, you know, change.

“’tsumu?” creaking the door open, you poke your head into the room. the setter hums in response and you shut the door behind you when he motions for you to come in.

not wanting to beat around the bush (a trait atsumu admires about you), you take a seat on the floor as he shimmies a fresh shirt over his head, “how ya feeling?”

“we just lost. how do ya think i’m feelin?”

you’re glad he has a shirt over his head because then he would have definitely saw you eyeing his lean figure. realizing you need to respond, you rid yourself of those thoughts again, “jeez, it was just a question...”

rolling your eyes, you hear him sigh as he rakes through his hair to fix up his messy tassels, “i— there was a lota shit on the line for this game.” you hum allowing him to continue.

“kita gave us this speech thing after headin back to the changing room and it really had me thinkin. he wants to be proud of us, but how can he be when his underclassmen lost to a bunch of newbies,” in the middle of his monologue, he lazily throws himself on the floor.

with his arms wide open and legs stretched out like a starfish, you take it as an invite to embrace him. you settle yourself onto your side to face him on the floor as atsumu continues.

“this was the 3rd years last game, just wanted to make it a good one but ya saw how that went,” his brown hues never break from the ceiling. it’s not that he doesn’t want to look at you, in fact, he’d probably enjoy tracing all the small detail of your face than the ceiling’s but he just can’t rip his attention away from the bland wall.

he’s really deep in it, you mentally note. the last time you had saw the setter so stressed out and uncertain was when osamu came up and told him that he was loosing interest in volleyball. it was a heartbreaking feeling for him (you knew this because he didn’t lay off of it for nearly 8 months).

you eye the rambling setter at your side once more. he’s lips are pressed into a deep frown and his eyes don’t shine like usual when he’s with you. thoughtlessly, his fingers tap to a random beat on the tiles all while critiquing every little thing he did wrong in the game.

it was upsetting hearing him underestimate himself like that. you’ve been with him through most of his volleyball life, and you don’t plan on leaving when he, most definitely, goes pro.

he’s in the middle of another speech when you’re body moves without thinking. just like when you shouted down at him when he was thanking the crowd. there is just something about seeing the one person you love tear themselves down right in front of you that hurts.

best friend or not, you figured that making an exception tonight was okay. you wanted to make him happy and in your head it made sense. game after game, he’d ask for a good luck kiss and game after game, you would reject him. it never stopped him from asking though which was baffling to you.

it became a sort of tradition to reject him at this point, even having no shame in front of his teammates too. but this was different, this was more than just a good luck kiss, you wanted to see him again the teasing, stubborn miya atsumu you’ve grown to fall in love with.

so as he rambled, you leaned into his figure. he didn’t even flinch. hell, he didn’t even notice how close your lips were to his. he was so focused on ripping his plays down piece by piece. it wasn’t until your hot breath fanned over his skin that his words faltered.

finally turning towards you, his eyes widen a bit before narrowing them down at your lips, “what are you doing?” his words come out as a small whisper.

you have no idea how to respond because in all honesty, you don’t know what you’re doing. all you do know is that, with how close you are you can trace every detail of his face from his slender nose to his round eyes. all you do know is that hearing him disgrace his skills makes your chest ache.

all you do know is that despite miya atsumu being your best friend, you want to kiss him more than anything right now.

“i’m gonna kiss you...” is what you say and exactly that is what you do.

your lips pucker into a soft kiss, finally closing the gap between the two of you. you turned your head to the side, leaning in to deepening the kiss. without hesitation, atsumu is sitting up, gently guiding your figure over to his lap.

you don’t break away from the kiss as you gladly find purchase straddling his hips. all your senses are overtaken by him. your eyes flutter close but even in the darkness, all you can make out is his beaming smile, all you can hear is his melodious giggles, all you breath in is his sea foam cologne.

you can feel his large hands resting on your hips, pulling you closer every time you even think about pulling away. at one point, it becomes too much. the flame ignited on your skin gets too hot and you need to breath in more than just sea foam smoke.

humming into his mouth, atsumu takes it as a sign to part. breathing hard, you can’t help but to rake your eyes over his swollen lips and how his uneven breathing matches yours. the sight of a disheveled atsumu sends a pang of pride to you heart.

panting for air, you smile at the boy in front of you lightheartedly reaching out to play with his blonde locks. a comfortable silence blankets the two of you as you focus on evening out your breathing.

in the middle of your gulps of air, you can’t help but let out a laugh, “how’s that for a good luck kiss?”

taking this opportunity, he rubs his nose against your cheek, impatiently waiting for you to give him the go ahead for another. he’s enjoying how your scent takes over him as he smirks, “i wouldn’t know... mind if we try it again?”

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giogiohcs · 4 years ago

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No Letting Go

Negan x GN Reader

1.5k words

For @buttercandy16

Summary: You and Negan split but he doesn’t plan on letting go.

TW: Cheating, N*FW

“ARE YOU FUCKING SERIOUS?!” You screamed and threw the nearest object at the bastard of a lover who’ve you loved for months. Negan caught the pillow before it hit his face.

“Ba—“ He started,

“Don’t you fucking ‘babe’ me asshole! What the fuck is wrong with you?! You have a wife and you’re cheating on her!” You shouted, you felt your heart sink to your stomach, twisting and boiling with guilt and anger. The guilt was just too much, how could you not see it sooner? You felt so stupid for trusting him, for sleeping with him, for loving him.

“Well it takes two to tango—“ He joked but that quickly died on his lips when he saw your eyes become glossy with unshed tears. You covered your naked self in your bed sheets, the last thing you wanted was for him to see you like that right now.

“Was I nothing more than a side piece?” You asked, lip quivering and tears falling from your eyes now. Negan stroked his chin, a habit that he’s had for years now, showed up after he began cheating on Lucille coincidentally. He came around the bed to be in front of you, you instinctively turned the other way, he knelt in front of you still. He liked you, he really did, hell he may like you even more than his wife! And seeing you like this, if it were any other man, he’d beat the living shit out of him for hurting you but he knew that the only man that could rattle you like this was him. He placed his hand on yours.

“I’ll leave her for you, the last thing I want to fucking do is lose you.” He promised, his hazel eyes reaching yours. He always loved your eyes, it wasn’t the color or their shape of them, he couldn’t even pin what was so beautiful about them, maybe it was the fact that they were attached to you making them so special. You glared at him before you punched him square in the jaw. You probably hurt your hand more than you hurt him but you didn’t care. Negan took the punch with grace, he deserved it, he knew that.

“Talk to me, just fucking talk to me babe.” He pleaded, you turned from him even more, you made up your mind.

“I am talking, fuck off.” He kept his eyes down and gathered his things. He opened your front door and paused, he wanted to say something, anything that could make this better. But he didn’t and left.

Negan drove home, he almost stopped by the bar for a drink and an excuse to give Lucille. But he didn’t, he didn’t feel like giving her a somewhat convincing lie or dealing with patrons of the bar wanting stories about his newest piece of tail. He couldn’t stand the thought of talking about you like he did the other women he messed around with. You were different. He parked his car and made the journey to his bedroom. He closed the door behind him and undressed down to his boxers before shuffling into bed.

“Long night at the bar?” Lucille mockingly asked, Negan sighed.

“Yeah, sorry if I woke ya’.” He felt the tension rise in the air. They silently laid in the same bed, backs to each other with no love in between them. Why did they continue to do this? He was screwing around with another woman just an hour ago and Lucille, well she also had a side piece. And yet here they were...

“Wanna bang it out?” Negan asked, he felt Lucille shift behind him, a smile graced her lips.

“I was wondering when you were gonna ask.” Negan smirked, at least they still fucked almost on the daily. Lucille removed her sweatpants and he patted his chest. She moved to sit on his chest and lowered her face to his crotch. With one hand, she stroked his cock to life and with the other pulled down his boxers. As much as Negan enjoyed the view of his wife’s ass in his face, he wanted to return the favor. He pulled her hips back to meet his chin. Lucille began to lick at the tip of cock when he began to circle his finger slowly around her clothed clit. She gasped from above.

“Nice, loving strokes, Lucille. Nice, loving strokes.” He instructed as a wet spot began to form in her panties. He lifted her hips up and slid her panties off and threw them to the corner of the room. Lucille was already so wet for him, he groaned as she began to take his cock down her throat. Negan spread her pussy out with his fingers. He pumped one finger in then another and then another until Lucille’s legs started to shake. She took his cock out of her mouth and panted.

“You- you don’t think I had forgotten your boys did you?” She craned her neck further down and sucked on his salty tasting balls. Negan hissed at contact, he felt his high coming. She continued to stroke his cock and wanted to tease him so she nibbled lightly on his balls.

“Shit! (Y-Y/N)— fuck—” Lucille immediately stopped what she was doing. Negan took his fingers out of her carefully and sat up on the bed.

“Luc—“ She raised a hand to him for him to stop and silently left to take a shower. Shit. He groaned.

“Fucking... fucking shit!” Negan cursed himself. He fucked up with you and now he fucked up with his wife.

He walked downstairs to the living room couch but he preferred to call it his ‘second bed’. He laid on the couch, he didn’t bother to get a spare blanket for himself. He closed his eyes and tried to go to sleep, hoping to sleep off this uncomfortable feeling inside of himself.

....

“Dammit.” He groaned, ‘big Negan’ still hadn’t cum and ‘little Negan’ was still as hard as a diamond dildo. He reached into his pants and stroked his cock, at first he pictured Lucille and one of the many times that they’d fucked. Then his imagination brought up you, the first time that you and him made love, in that cheap and shitty hotel.

You and Negan met in the bar, you were drinking after a stressful job interview and he was there after one of his many fights with Lucille. He came at you like a moth to a lightbulb, an attractive piece of ass like yourself? Drinking alone? On a Monday night? Of course he was going to talk to you. At first you ignored him and shook him away like he was nothing which only made him more interested. Who were you? Where are you from? What’s your story? Would you ride him like no tomorrow? All the important questions. When he finally manage to break your dismissive attitude, the next thing he knew you were on him. Your hands exploring down into his pants and your mouth kissing his neck.

“Tell me what you like.” You demanded, Negan smirked.

“With you? Fucking anythi— god!” He hissed. You bit his neck before licking the indent you left. Negan sighed and grabbed your ass to press your crotch against his. You felt him, he was hard and he wanted you, bad. You pulled away and hooked your finger around his shirt collar and led him to the dingy bed. You laid yourself onto it and pointed your foot to his face. He smirked and removed your shoes from your feet, your pants and then your shirt.

“Baby, I’m going to treat you so fucking right.” He muttered and started to kiss your legs from ankle to your thighs. His slight stubble tickled your skin, you couldn’t help but giggled at the sensation.

Negan started to pump his cock harder, his imagination didn’t even get to main course and yet he felt his high coming again. His imagination raced again.

You were laying on his bed, you were in his arms again, his hand went into your pants and he stroked you slowly. Your mouth was agape and with a pant you said

“I love you Negan.”

“Fuck...” He groaned, he came right into his hand.

“Oh fucking hell...” Negan couldn’t deny it anymore. Shit, he loves you. He sighed even though he wasn’t the most *traditional* man, he did believe you had one true love in your life and once that person is gone, no one else could compare. He spent years thinking his one was Lucille but now he knew he was wrong. Negan never felt so strongly about someone, he didn’t even love his wife this much on their wedding day for God’s sake! He got up to wash himself, he awkwardly crept into the guest bathroom. He cleaned himself up with a hand towel before throwing it on the floor, Lucille will clean it later. He glanced at himself in the mirror and knew what he had to do. He won’t pussy away from you. You’ll forgive him sooner or later even if he had to do some unsavory things, he is the love of your life after all.

#my post #tsas speaks #I may do a part 2 #twd imagine #the walking dead imagine #the walking dead #twd #negan imagine #negan fanfic #negan fanfiction #twd negan #the walking dead negan #negan x reader #twd fanfic #twd fanfiction #the walking dead fanfic #the walking dead fanfiction #negan smut

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areiton · 4 years ago

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drowning in love - stony

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~*~

The thing is that he doesn't keep his words hidden. They're delicate chicken scratch that he used to trace when Howard left his bruises and when Maria couldn't bother to be around him.

They were a promise, that one day, someone would be glad of him.

And then Rhodey spilled into his dorm room, took one look at Tony, sitting cross-legged on the floor and unassembling a lamp and he'd grinned, wide and white and pleased.

"Oh good, you're here."

Tony's eyes had gone wide and he'd dropped the lamp and blurted, "It's you, platypus, holy shit."

And that wide pleased grin went wider.

*~*

He doesn't hide it.

He's got the best fucking soulmate in the world, his platypus, and he's never wanted to hide that.

But when the giant blonde guy smiling at him while he orders coffee catches sight of his words, all watercolor splashed blues and red, his face goes still and sad and his smiles stop.

Tony doesn't say anything else, just keeps that smile firmly in place, shoves a tip in the jar and takes his coffee as he retreats.

*~*

Rhodey loops an arm around his shoulder, words brushing Tony's arm and tingling. "You gonna come with us tonight?"

He flicks a look at them--Rhodey in his jeans and tight tshirt and that smile that he only gives Tony, his words a brilliant splash of color. Carol with her long hair blonde and curling, stunning in that tiny red number, her words a curling lick of black.

"No, I'm gonna study, I think," he says, smiling.

Rhodey's grin dims, just a little and he steps closer. "You ok, genius?"

"I'm fine, platypus. Go. Have fun."

He hesitates, but let's Carol drag him away.

*~*

This is the thing: words are black, until you meet your soulmate, and white if they die.

Most parents register a word or phrase, something unusual or distinct, with the ISMD--but Tony had never registered platypus, and Rhodey had never bothered at all.

This is the thing: soulmates trump wedding vows and military orders, trump laws of man and god, have ended wars and marriages and toppled kingdoms. All in the name of cosmic love.

This is the thing: not all soulmates love each other.

*~*

The blonde watches him. His nametag says Steve, and he’s tall, with these impossible shoulders and tiny fucking waist, giant hands that are so careful when he’s working the levers and machine, deftly creating art in the top of Tony’s drink.

He doodles, too, when the coffeeshop empties out and it’s just the two of them, him behind his counter and Tony behind his tablet, a million lines of code and four watercolor words between them.

Because Tony--he knows what those heavy-lidded, guilty stares mean.

He knows that Steve wants him.

But those heavy-lidded guilty stares always slide from his ass or his lips, from his eyes and his long fingers--to the words on his arm that he’s never, not once, hidden.

And they drop away.

*~*

“What are you drawing today?” he asks, while Steve presses a panini for him and he inhales the first delicious sip of coffee.

It burns in the best possible way, chases the chill of Howard’s disapproval and Boston in January away.

Steve blinks at him and Tony smiles. “I’ve been in here every other day for over a semester. You think I didn’t notice you sketching?”

Steve tips his head, studying Tony. His words are still covered by the long sleeves of Rhodey’s sweatshirt, and maybe--maybe that’s why.

Steve slides the sketch pad across the counter, and Tony looks at it.

It’s--his table, an almost watercolor sketch, the blacks and greys blending with the whites in a way that immediately calls to mind the watercolor splash on his arm.

But it’s his table, his tablet discarded and long fingers wrapped around a cup of coffee, the shape of his shirt in the background.

Tony looks up at him, and Steve is staring back,bright-eyed and hungry and his heart does this thing--flips and twists--

The door swings open, and he hears, clear as day, “Oh good, you’re here.”

The color drains outta Steve’s face and he shuffles back, looking sick, and Tony huffs, twisting to look at Rhodey. “Oh my god, platypus.”

Rhodey’s grin is sharp and pleased.

*~*

He loves Rhodey. And Rhodey loves him, this deep and abiding sort of love that settles him when he feels like he’s shaking apart, that feels like home when nothing in his life has ever felt like home.

But he’s not in love with Rhodey.

He thinks it’d be easier, sometimes, if he was. If they could be that, too,

They aren’t. They tried, once--Tony tried, crawled into Rhodey’s bed and pressed a wet drunk kiss to his lips and Rhodey had sighed and wrestled him down, forced him to sleep.

He was gentle, when he explained to Tony that they were never gonna be more than this. More than friends, brothers, soulmates.

And it didn’t sting, the way he thought it would. It was right, settled next to that home and safe and loved feeling that Rhodey always gave him.

Still.

In a world that saw soulmarks and equaled up to epic love--it was damn complicated.

*~*

“Your soulmate,” Steve says, and his words are stiff. Almost angry.

It’s the first time Steve’s talked to him in weeks--even the glances, all sweet and longing and conflicted--had slowed.

Tony blinks at him.

“You should talk to him.”

He frowns. “Why--did something happen?”

“Just--this--talk to him,” Steve almost begs, and drops a chocolate croissant on the table before stalking back to his counter.

Panic clawing at him, Tony bolts for home.

*~*

They wore them, the words that marked each other, like badges of honor.

Tony didn’t get it, really, why Rhodey never complained about being tied to Tony. He just smiled and shook his head and once, when Rhodey dragged Tony home--he understood, just a little bit.

Because Rhodey was the middle child in a family of five, the one who was peacemaker and forgotten, the son that everyone expected to succeed and no one celebrated when he did. He was loved, deeply, the kind of love so deep and abiding it didn’t need to be stated.

But he wasn’t seen, really.

Not until Tony stared at him, bright eyes fixed on him like he was the only star in the sky.

*~*

Tony swings into the cafe, and the dark haired burly guy is behind the counter.

“I need to talk to Steve,” Tony says, abruptly.

“Stevie ain’t here.”

“That is very clear. I’ll just sit here and wait for him.”

The man snorts, and digs in his pocket for his phone. “Your boy is here. No, I don’t think he’s gonna move. Just get your ass down here, man.”

He huffs, and pockets the phone. Eyes Tony sharp and serious. “You better not hurt him.”

*~*

They never said--not publicly--what kind of bond they shared.

It was no one’s business but their own. They were close, Rhodey falling into Tony’s space and Tony curling into Rhodey’s lap, easy affection and teasing nicknames, and people made their own assumptions.

They never cared.

*~*

Steve’s gaze immediately tracked to the big guy behind the counter, and Tony, tucked into his corner, watched, the way they communicated without a word, the tension easing in Steve’s shoulders, and the little smirk, cocky and knowing, on the other man’s lips before he pushed off the wall. “Gonna close up early, punk.”

And he knows, he knows what that kind of easy intimacy and closeness means, what that word means, heavy hung in the air and easing the tightness in Steve’s eyes.

“See ya at home, Buck,” Steve says, his gaze finding Tony, and something sure and hot settles in his gut.

*~*

He’s asked about it, sometimes. He’s never made a secret of his mark, never done anything to keep it tucked away or hidden. He’s asked about it, when it gleams bright and beautiful at the world and his date sways, blonde and beautiful and not his.

But Tony may not hide his mark--might flaunt it, because his Rhodey loves him, wants him, needs him and there is not a single person in the world better to be loved by--but he’s never once answered questions about the mark.

He merely smiles, when they shout questions, while Howard stiffens and Tony flirts and slides his way out of the questions.

Because the words--they were a promise, that one day someone would want him--and he did, Rhodey did. They were his armor, the shield between him and a world that only wanted him for what he could give them.

Rhodey though--Rhodey was his, and Tony? He’d always been fiercely jealous and bad at sharing.

*~*

“Show me your mark,” Tony demands.

Steve stared at him, his head tipped curiously as he watches, as Tony pushes out of his corner, and into Steve’s space.

His mark is brilliant, a splash of blue and red and hues of gold shot through. It’s bare and glaringly evident, the sleeves of his sweatshirt shoved up over his elbows.

Steve hesitates, and Tony reaches for him. “You watch me. You stare at it, and you stare at me.”

“You’re wrong about him,” Tony says, and he smiles, fingers running gently over the dark blue band around Steve’s arm. “He’d never hurt me. He’s not--we’re not like that.”

Something bright and hopeful flickers in Steve’s eyes and Tony murmurs, as gentle as a caress. “Show me?”

Steve sighs, and he strips the band away slowly, his shoulders and jaw stiff.

His word--just the one, scratched in rough hurried script--is pale. Is white.

Tony’s stomach drops and Steve shakes his head. “Bucky--when he lost the arm--it went white. He’s--you met him, he’s fine, but--”

“But you keep it hidden,” Tony says, softly. Steve nods, and Tony licks his lips. “Do you watch mine because you miss your own colors--or because you want my words.”

“I love my soulmate,” Steve says, soft, fierce.

“I love Rhodey,” Tony says, and steps closer, a long line of warmth draped across Steve’s chest. “But not all love is romantic, sweetheart.”

Steve’s eyes go wide, and his hands--his big, broad hands that are so gentle and so capable--close over his hips.

The kiss is soft, a gentle brush against Tony’s lips that feels like moth wings and a promise as intoxicating as the one written on his arm.

*~*

Rhodey is his home, has been since they met and his wrist burned and brightened and warmed.

Steve--Steve isn’t his home, isn’t written into his soul and skin.

But he holds Tony in the dark, and his fingers tangle with Tony’s in the bright green spring, and his eyes are soft and warm, when he stares at Tony, when he murmurs promises and praise against Tony’s lips, and fucks him hard.

Rhodey glares and huffs and threatens Steve, once, when Tony is in the bathroom. Bucky does the same. He’s not terribly surprised--he is a little pleased.

They are very good soulmates after all.

*~*

When they marry, years later, their soulmates stand with them, and Steve’s mark is pale white and faded and Tony’s is a riot of watercolor, and they’re sandwiched between the two who loved them first and last and always.

Tony kisses Steve, a ring burning on his finger, and words burning on his arm, and drowning in love.

#arei writes fic #stony #superhusbands #stony fic #rhodeytony #platnoic soulmates

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justjessame · 4 years ago

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Babysitting Butcher Chapter 59

After MM gave Billy and I our mediation session, he told us he had a date with two ladies who were far more entertaining than our sorry asses and to get our shit together because without our heads in the game - well, he was amazing at peptalking. Kind of.

“I can’t believe,” I sighed, as the door shut behind him.

“That he butted his huge fuckin’ head in where it didn’t have any right to butt in?” Billy grunted, and I shot a glare at him. “Look, Ronnie, you and me - we got our problems, sure, but we also got our own way to get past ‘em.”

I was pretty sure I was going to have to learn to draw my eyebrows on if he kept challenging me like this, because for fuck’s sake, they were both going to fly off my fucking forehead soon. “Really, Mr. Butcher? And just how the fuck do you and I get past our problems?” My arms crossed over my chest and I waited to hear just how my partner in everything would describe our ‘conflict resolution’ tactics.

“Well,” his voice had gone a few octaves lower and I warned my body to calm the fuck down, we’re mad at his sexy ass for God’s sake. “First of all, you’re too fuckin’ far away -” his freakishly long arms reached out and pulled my chair closer to his. “There now, ain’t that better?” I rolled my eyes. “Once we’re a bit closer, Ronnie,” he moved his hands from the arms of my chair to my legs, and I wondered how the fuck his skin could be so fucking hot that I could feel him through the fabric of my slacks? “It’s just a matter of a hands on approach.”

“You are such a fucking -” but I never got around to finishing the sentence, not when his hands worked their way to my waist and pulled me onto his lap, while his mouth silenced whatever I was planning on tacking onto the end of my sentence. I would LOVE to say that I fought it, that I pulled away and argued some more, but once our lips touched, my traitorous hands were sliding into his hair and holding him as tight to me as his hands were holding me to him.

We weren’t pulling clothing off or free, we were simply kissing and holding. Tasting and reminding one another that we did love one another’s crazy, stubborn, stupid asses. When we did finally pull back, only slightly and only because we needed oxygen - neither one of us were willing to mock the other. Not now.

“Missed that,” he murmured, hot breath fanning my face. “So much.”

“We haven’t gone a full day without kissing,” I pointed out, but my fingers were still laced in his hair, my forehead touching his. “What’s to miss?”

“You, this.” His eyes were on mine. “You weren’t lookin’ at me. No eye contact at all, was killin’ me.” My heart clenched. “I love you too fuckin’ much for that.”

“I know, me too.” I sighed. “I hated it, but -”

“Hush,” he shook his head a little. “I know, we still have shit to work out about Ryan. But let us have this, would ya?”

I nodded and nudged his nose with mine before kissing him again, swallowing his moan and feeding him my own when his fingers gripped me tighter. He was right, this, us - we couldn’t lose sight of it. Not again.

We picked up Terror on the way home from work and Mom studied me with a maternal eye and I felt like squirming.

“Good,” she said with a nod. “The two of you looked like misery personified this morning when you dropped off my four-legged grandpuppy.” She smiled at the dog in question, who was currently being given another treat by his grandpa and coaxed onto his leash by his daddy? Jesus fucking Christ, she’s got me doing it too. “I told you, he’s a good one - if a tad rough around the edges, and you’re good together.”

“Yeah,” I shook my head as I watched Billy and my dad discussing Terror’s preferences in toys and treats. “Yeah, we are.”

Dinner was take-out, Billy insisted. And once we were home, after Terror had terrorized the firefly and rabbit population of our yard, we settled in the living room at the coffee table with our dinner and drinks. Billy refused to let me sit on my own cushion, pulling me onto his leg and holding me against his chest.

“Billy,” I started to argue at the awkwardness of eating this way, but he cut me off.

“I’ll not spend more time apart than we have to, Ronnie,” he wound his arm around my waist and held me in place, his lips brushing against my earlobe. “Not a single moment we don’t have to, you hear me?”

I nodded, unsure that I still had the ability to speak with my heart stuttering the way it was, we ate, working together to feed one another. We didn’t talk about work OR Ryan, not yet. Dinner was for us, for closeness, for being near one another and just being sure of one another for a while. Once we were full, we got up together to put what was leftover and refresh our drinks.

“Come ‘ere,” he pulled me along to the hanging bed on the porch. Taking my drink from me, he set both down on the side table and laid down. “Come ‘ere,” he repeated, and like a moth to a flame, or like Terror to a firefly, I was drawn to him. Lying back, he held me, and instead of angrily arguing our sides in the debate over Ryan Butcher, we discussed it like the adults MM accused us of being.

“I’m worried about him, Billy,” we were laying side by side, but also facing one another in the twinkle lights that ringed the mosquito netting of the hanging bed. “He’s a kid and he’s suffered so much loss for his age.” Billy’s eyes were locked on mine, and he was listening intently. “Those people, they aren’t doing anything other than KEEPING him, that’s all. And he deserves what she wanted for him -”

“I never wanted kids, Ronnie,” he softened the words by brushing my hair away from my face with his thumb. “Never wanted to be a dad, never wanted a little shit running round me and demandin’ my attention.” I listened while he told me what I KNEW from my report, but hearing him tell it, his childhood, his brother, his failure as he saw it, helped me understand why Billy Butcher thought he’d be shit at parenting. “I need a kid like I need a big fuckin’ hole in my head.”

I contemplated how to say what I wanted to say, but it was a memory of the worst thing that had happened to me - to us, so far that reminded me of something HE’D said to me. Something he said when we were faced with it. “In the ER,” his eyes narrowed while he was trying to remember that far, even though it wasn’t that long ago. “When I first started steaming and puking, when that doctor came in and told us that I was -” his eyes went shut as his memory landed on it, what he’d said when I woke up alone with him in the room. “You weren’t as opposed, Billy, you weren’t.”

“It’s not the same, Ronnie,” he wasn’t pulling away, his hand met mine when I cupped his cheek and I was afraid for a beat that he was going to brush it off, but he didn’t - linking our fingers he held my hand in his. “It ain’t, and you know it.”

“No, it’s not, but you do know this might be our only chance, Billy.” It was a low blow, but it was also true. With his temper and his past, even having his name cleared - with my bank account and my own personal and professional background impeccable - the likelihood of even getting a private adoption to go through without a hitch were slim. “You heard what the doctors told me,” his eyes were tight, and I knew I was causing him pain, but we had agreed to be honest and I was. “Even if we could, it might end up -”

“If I ever figure out how to kill that bastard -” he growled and I sighed, not helping. “Do you really think that Ryan would be safe with us?” I was shocked by the question, I expected the question to be about OUR safety from Ryan - mine in particular.

“I think, Billy Butcher,” I closed the small gap between us, “that I would bet my life on you protecting ANYONE put in your care, with your life.” I kissed him, sealing my belief with all the love and trust I felt for him, because I meant it. If Billy wanted to protect Ryan, then Ryan would be the safest little boy in the damn world.

#billy butcher x ofc #the boys #alternate universe #mention of smut #fluff #angst

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clownsgobeepbeep · 4 years ago

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❝ I didn’t know i’d love you so much, but I do. ❞ uwu

Cosmos and Vespers had learned the somewhat hard way that their only daughter was idolized greatly.

There was no sort of fame, no big thing she did. She wasn’t in a band, or a great artist, or this or that. She was just Phoebe.

Phoebe who has so much charisma in her, so much personality and attitude. Once Phoebe had fully grown into a young woman after being a little moth with anger issues, there was no doubt that she caught the eyes of various.

“At what time are you leaving?”

Oh, I don’t know. I don’t think it matters, I mean, unless it does to you.”

“Oh, nah! Of course not.” Vespers shook his head with a laugh, attempting to get on his daughter’s level. “You just hang out with all your friends as much as you’d like. I’m not going to restrict you.”

“I know that.” Phoebe smiled as she sat at the dinner table, her brothers having decided to lock themselves away in their room to do...whatever it is they did, and her other father busy at work. For now she was enjoying her time with Vespers, having a nice lunch before she eventually headed to her favorite roller rink.

“You’re not going to be eating any lunch over there, right? And they’re not waiting for you?”

“Pfft, nah. Why buy lunch when I can have you make something for me?” Phoebe grinned as she made a cute expression not even Vespers could say no to. “And they’re not. But if they are, then they can keep on waiting. Bunch of simps anyways.”

“Huh?” Vespers turned away from the counter where he had been preparing lunch.

“Simps. All of them.” Phoebe shrugged. “They follow me everywhere like little ducklings. It’s funny.”

“Well...it’s because you’re cool.” Vespers gave a grin as best as he could. “I’ve noticed a lot of people like you.”

“I mean I guess.” Phoebe gave another shrug, eyes widening once Vespers placed a cheeseburger in front of her, immediately grabbing it and taking a bite.

“Does...it ever get weird?”

“Weird?” Phoebe spoke with a full mouth, then finishing her piece before cleaning herself. “What do you mean?”

“I’m pretty sure a girl like you has people following her because...ya know.”

Phoebe blinked at Vespers, motioning for him to continue.

“You’re a beautiful girl Phoebe.”

“And?”

“Well, uh...nevermind.” Vespers laughed it off, seeing that Phoebe would not be getting the point any time soon nor that she really cared for the topic. “How’s the streaming going?”

“Really good! I got some cool-ass donations yesterday!”

“Language.”

“I got some very neat donations yesterday.” Phoebe stuck her tongue out at Vespers. “People love it when I get scared. It is pretty funny.”

“Not when it’s three in the morning and everyone’s asleep.” Vespers gave her a look. “You screamed and I thought you were being attacked.”

“I was being attacked by a necromorph, thank you.” Phoebe stated.

“Well that necromorph attack got me out of bed before your father dragged me back in.”

Before Vespers or Phoebe could continue any further, the doorbell sounded through the house. Of course, the twins did not bother to come out of their room, and Vespers didn’t want Phoebe to stand up.

“I’ll be right back. It might be your dad.”

“Okay.” Phoebe nodded before diving back into her cheeseburger.

Vespers removed his apron before making his way out of the kitchen, now coming across the living room where he found all of their cats sleeping in a pile. After motioning to them to stay in place so there were no loose cats, he unlocked and opened the door before coming across a young man.

“Hello?” Vespers raised an eyebrow, seeing no sign of this being some door-to-door person. “Can I help you?”

“Oh! Yeah, hi. Is this where Phoebe lives?”

Vespers’ eyebrows immediately furrowed at the sound of that.

“Who’s asking?”

“So this is the place then.” the male grinned. “Wait, are you her dad?”

“One of them. Why?”

“Ha, well...you see, I’m a friend of Phoebe’s. She might have mentioned me some time…”

“Pretty sure she hasn’t.”

“Uh huh. Well, I was just hoping to come in and-”

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” Vespers slammed a hand on the door frame to block the man, also holding a hand up towards him. “Come in? With whose permission? What for?”

“Ah...Phoebe, she's pretty hot-pretty! She’s a very pretty girl. I-I was hoping to...ask her out?”

“What exactly is your name?”

“M-Mark.”

“Alright, Mark.” Vespers backed away from the door, actually stepping towards the boy while closing the door behind him. “Nobody just randomly looks for a girl’s house to ask her out. That might look romantic in the movies, but not in this house. That’s just fucking weird.”

“O-Oh…”

“And nobody tries to force themself into my house, especially if it’s to get to my daughter.”

“Okay, I-”

“Mark whoever the hell you are, now you can just turn around and skedaddle the hell out of here before I kick you off my property myself.” Vespers pointed and even poked a finger on the boy’s chest. “I don’t know who the fuck you are and don’t give a damn about who you are, but I‘m already sure my daughter would not be going out with a guy like you.”

“Okay,well...damn.”

“Damn, what?” Vespers snapped at him, making the latter flinch and even cower. “Get the fuck out of here!”

“Y-Yes sir!”

And before Vespers knew it, the male had made a run for it, nearly tripping on the way out. He had hopped into his car, not daring to look back at Vespers who shot him a deadly glare.

“Damn kids.” Vespers scoffed before making his way back inside, finding Phoebe with an empty plate as she patiently waited for Vespers. “How was it?”

Phoebe brought her fingers to her lips, mimicking the ‘“chef’s kiss” motion as she also made the sound.

“Delicious as always dad.”

“I’m glad you think so.”

“Who was it? You took a while out there.”

“Oh. Just some guy trying to sell magazines or whatever. Would not leave.”

“Dummy head.” Phoebe reached over to her take a drink from her cup.

“Hey...Phoebe.”

“Yeah?”

“Do you know anyone named Mark?”

“Mark?”

“Yeah.”

“Don’t think so.”

“Some blond with blue eyes, piercing on his left ear. A bit of a weird hairstyle.”

Phoebe now looked over at Vespers, somewhat confused at his specific description.

“I mean, that sounds like someone I may have seen at the rink. Probably some douche I don’t remember or care about.” Phoebe replied before setting her cup down, watching Vespers place a chair beside hers to then sit down. “Why?”

“Just a question.” Vespers shrugged before wrapping his arms around Phoebe.

“Oh?”

“I didn’t know I’d love you so much,” Vespers squeezed Phoebe into a hug that made her giggle, their cheeks affectionately pressed against each other’s. “But I do. My Baby Bug.”

“Daaaad. You’re making it sound like I’m going off to get married.” Phoebe laughed before looking at Vespers, realizing that his smile had dropped as he stared at her semi seriously. “Dad.”

“Don’t even joke about that.”

“Dad!” Phoebe snorted. “It’ll happen someday.”

“Is that so?”

“I mean, I hope so.” Phoebe shrugged as her obliviousness soon came. “With someone who dresses really nicely and is always wearing a cute but creepy smile, ya know.”

Once again, Vespers turned to look at her, shaking his head before tightening his embrace again.

“Someday. But not today.”

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snarkybluechristian · 4 years ago

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Hazbin Hotel: Yandere Alastor x Vaggie Chapter 35

Alastor led Vaggie and Molly into the ornately decorated grand ballroom he had taken Vaggie to earlier that week.

The room looked the same except long tables replaced the round tables that were there before giving the guests more room to walk around.

Alastor led Vaggie to a special spot next to the head of the table closest to the stage where he was sitting.

A multitude of kingpins and overlords sat themselves at the various tables and the room buzzed with their conversations.

Molly sat down next to Vaggie. Rosie sat across from them. Alastor sat down at the head of the table as the first course of the meal officially began.

The first course was clam chowder and bread.

The moth demon glared at the food in front of her. She never got this kind of privileged food even after her death, but Vaggie wouldn’t take a bite.

Alastor noticed, picked up a spoonful of clam chowder, and directed the spoon towards Vaggie’s mouth.

“Take a bite of food, darling,” Alastor said, poking Vaggie on the lips with the spoon. “You look positively famished.”

“I’m not hungry,” Vaggie said, refusing to look in his direction.

Alastor turned Vaggie’s chin to face him, gave her a reprimanding look, and said, “Please, eat, darling. This is good food. Remember what we spoke about earlier?”

Vaggie growled at him, but reluctantly began to eat.

Molly ate and watched Vaggie in sympathy.

Once the first course was done, Arackniss and Henroin walked over to where Alastor was sitting.

“Hello, gentleman,” Alastor said, wiping the remains of soup from his mouth.

Vaggie held her water goblet in her hand and sipped nervously. Molly turned around to look at her family.

Arackniss took the cigarette out of his mouth and said, “We want to see my little brother.”

“Of course,” Alastor said, rising in his chair. “Come along, Molly dear.”

Molly rose from her chair. Vaggie immediately did the same.

Alastor stepped behind Vaggie, gently pushed her back into her chair, and said, “Nah, ah, ah, my dear Vaggie, you need to stay here with Rosie.”

“No!” Vaggie exclaimed, getting back to her feet and pushing her chair under the table behind her. “Can’t I see my friend one more time before you give him away?!”

“You’ll see him soon enough,” Alastor replied with a chuckle.

“You’re lying,” Vaggie retorted. “I demand you take me to see Angel now!”

“Hmmm…” Alastor pondered for a moment, purposefully dragging out his response to annoy Vaggie more before taking Vaggie’s arm. “Alright, my darling. Come along. Let’s go see Angel. Rosie, would you keep an eye on our guests?”

“Of course,” Rosie replied. “Have a good time!”

With a smile on his lips, Alastor walked away from the tables and walked towards the backstage with Vaggie on his arm and Spider family following behind him. They soon disappeared into the hallway going backstage.

Unbeknownst to them, the three V’s noticed and noted everything.

Alastor, Vaggie, and Angel's family entered the backstage area. After walking down a short hallway, they entered a large room.

Nestled in the corner of the room in between all the antiquities, weapons, artifacts and expensive items, there was Angel sitting in a cage just big enough for him to stand up and sit down in. He was in a straitjacket with a muzzle over his mouth and black pants and shoes over his feet.

Vaggie didn't waste any time.

Swiftly, Vaggie got in front of the group, and yelled out "Angel, Alastor lied!"

Angel groggily looked up from where he was sitting in the cage and said, "Vaggie, it's okay…"

Vaggie, on the verge of tears, cried out, “No! I have to tell you! Alastor has…!”

Alastor placed a hand on Vaggie’s shoulder and said, “I think it's time we left Angel alone with his family.”

“NO!” Vaggie screamed as Alastor took her arm and firmly but gently began to lead her back to the ballroom while she desperately tried to pull out of his grip.

With tears of desperation of his own coming down his cheeks, Angel yelled down the hall, “Vaggie, I know! It’s okay! I’ll come back for you!”

“Don’t lie to her, little brother,” Arackniss’s cruel voice said with a chuckle as he puffed on his cigarette. “That’s not nice.”

Angel and his brother shared a glare until Molly broke the silence.

“Angel!” Molly yelled as she dashed to the cage.

Angel smiled warmly and leaned his head against the bars so that she could give him a hug.

“Hi there, Molly,” Angel said as his twin sister hugged him through the bars. “I never thought I’d see you again.”

“Oh, Angel!” Molly cried. “What has that brute done to you?! Hold still! I’ll remove that muzzle!”

“Nothin’ I couldn’t handle,” Angel reassured her, turning his head so that she could remove the muzzle.

“You know I hate it when you lie to me,” said Molly as she quickly unbuckled the muzzle and let it fall onto the floor of the cage. “Now, hold on. I’ll untie your straitjacket…”

“No, you won’t!” Henroin commanded spooking Molly into backing away. “The straitjacket stays on until we take him home.”

Angel finally allowed himself to glare at his father and older brother standing in front of the cage and staring down at him.

Angel got to his feet and said, “Hey there, big shit and little shit. What do you want?”

“To see how much work we have ahead of us,” Arackniss replied with a mocking smile.

Angel rolled his eyes and said, “Oh, yeah. For the therapy, right?”

Arackniss and Henroin blinked in shock for a moment before the latter asked, “How could you possibly know about that?”

“You tried it for about the first 20 years we were here,” Angel retorted angrily.

Henroin sighed deeply and said in an attempted caring tone, “We were only trying to help you, son. You have something deeply wrong in your head…”

“Bullshit!” Angel snarled. “You both just want to get me out of sight and into gay conversion therapy, so I stop embarrassing you!”

Molly jumped to her feet and yelled, “How could you?!”

“It’s for his own good, Molly,” Henroin said. “He’ll thank us for it later.”

“Bullshit!” Angel retorted angrily. “Since when have you cared about what’s good for me?! You just want to mold me into your image of a perfect son and zap me back to hell if I refuse!”

Henroin scoffed and replied, “If that’s how you want to put it…”

“Why, Dad?” Angel replied with angry tears stinging the corners of his eyes. “Why? Why do you need to change me? Why couldn’t you two just accept me for who I am? Why do you have to go out of your way to make me fucking miserable?!”

“Why do you go out of your way to make our reputation shit?!” Arackniss spat back.

Angel’s mouth fell open in disbelief and he replied, “Reputation?! I don’t even live with you anymore! How am I ruining your reputation?!”

“Like it or not, you’re still a part of our family and your actions reflect upon us!” Arackniss yelled.

“We’re tired of you running around like a tramp for that tasteless pimp!” Henroin snapped, holding onto the bars of the cage and looking into Angel’s eyes. “Starting tomorrow morning, you will be undergoing some intense therapy to correct your sexual deviancy once and for all! You’ve been allowed to wander for far too long, Anthony! You’re coming home tonight and that’s final!”

“Oh, wow, such caring,” Angel replied sarcastically. “Excuse me while I choke on all the crap you’re spewing!”

“I can’t believe you two! How could you?!” Molly yelled.

“Molly, don’t you want Anthony to come home!” Henroin retorted.

“Not if it means letting you torture him!” Molly snarled back.

“It’s for his own good!” Arackniss snapped desperately. “We’re doing this because we care! You have been that fucking pimp’s boy toy for long enough, Anthony! If you comply, you’ll be part of the family again! Don’t you want to come back?”

“Will you fuck off with that shit already?!” Angel snapped back. “If Alastor wasn’t giving you territory, you’d be content to let me be auctioned off!”

“Be grateful we even made an offer, ingratio moccioso!” Henroin retorted, slipping into his Sicilian Italian.

“Ingratio moccioso (ungrateful brat)?!” Angel asked incredulously. “You’re putting me through gay conversion therapy, and I’m supposed to be grateful? Vai a cacare!”

“Non dire cazzata, rottinculo!” Henroin spat back.

“Smettila di urlare a papa, tu cazzone!” Arackniss snapped.

“Smettila di urlare a Angel, mezza sega!” Molly shrieked back.

“Zitto, cogliona!” Arackniss yelled.

“Don’t you dare fucking insult Molly, ya kiss-ass!” Angel yelled. “That goes for you too, Dad! I’m sick of both of you! I don’t care if you ice pick my brain! I ain’t going back to the fucking family and that’s final!”

Arackniss was about to insult Angel again, but then he caught something, flashed a wicked smirk, and said, “Tell us. How did you know we were doing gay conversion therapy, Anthony?”

Angel saw Arackniss’s suspicions and felt a shudder run through his spine.

“What do you mean?” Angel asked, trying to hide his nerves.

“Yeah,” Henroin replied, catching on to his son’s suspicions. “And how did you know Alastor gave us territory in exchange for you?”

“A lucky guess,” Angel said, blurting out the first words that popped into his head.

Arackniss walked up to the bars, flashed a cruel smirk, and said, “The broad tipped you off. Didn’t she?”

“Maybe,” Angel lied. “Or maybe Alastor told me?”

“That seems unlikely,” Arackniss replied before he puffed on his cigarette.

“Yeah,” Henroin agreed, taking a few steps away from Angel’s cage. “But there’s only one way to find that out.”

“No!” Angel protested, his eyes flashing in panic.

“So, it was the broad,” Arackniss replied. “I knew it…”

Angel’s eyes flashed in fear before going back to a hateful glare.

“What does it matter, Arackniss?” Molly asked.

“It matters a great deal,” Henroin replied. “I think Alastor should hear about this.”

“NO, PLEASE!” Angel cried out desperately. “YOU CAN’T!”

“Dad, you can’t do that!” Molly begged. “You saw how that brute treated her at the front door. If he finds out that Vaggie told Angel, he’s gonna do somethin’ awful!”

“I know,” Henroin said, staring Angel and Molly down cruelly until…

KICK!

Arackniss and Molly’s mouths fell open in shock.

In his desperation, Angel had kicked his father in the groin causing him to keel over onto the floor in front of the cage. He then reached his leg through the cage and began angrily stomping his father’s head into the floor.

In all his years of suffering under his father, Angel had never dared to attack him like this.

“YOU! WILL! NOT! SAY! SHIT!” Angel yelled, accentuating each word with a stomp. “You have no idea what Vaggie has suffered under Alastor! I will not let you make things worse for her!”

PUNCH!

No sooner had those words escaped Angel’s lips, then had Arackniss punched Angel in the face to get him off his father.

Angel reeled back until his back hit the back of his cage and he fell onto his bottom.

“Angel!” Molly cried, pushing Arackniss aside and reaching her arm into the cage so that she could rest her hand against his cheek. “Are you alright, big brother?!”

Arackniss scoffed as he helped their father to his feet and asked incredulously, “You’re really worried about him after what he did to Dad?”

“I don’t feel nothin’ for you two!” Molly snapped back. “You’re gonna torture my twin brother!”

“You shouldn’t feel nothin’ for him either,” Angel interjected, just managing to hop back onto his feet. What I did to him is nothing he hasn't been doing to us for our entire lives! Why do you think Molly and I left, Arackniss? It’s because of Dad and his cruelty and all his bullshit that has poisoned us since the day we were born. Don’t you see it? I know you do. Quit trying to deny the truth.”

Arackniss looked away, desperately trying to ignore another one of Angel’s attempts to make his older brother see reason.

Henroin scoffed and covered his bleeding nose with one hand before he retorted, “All I did was to make sure you fit the bill of the life you're supposed to have!"

“The life you thought we were supposed to have,” Angel snarled, giving his Dad an especially pointed glare. “I don’t care if you try to chisel my brain with that exterminator ice pick! I ain’t changin’ for you!”

Henroin shook his head in disappointment, flashed a smirk, and said, “That’s what you think, son.”

Just then, a shadowy figure emerged behind them before revealing himself to be Alastor.

“What’s going on?” Alastor asked. “I can hear you yelling from the ballroom.”

“Just some family troubles, Radio Demon,” Arackniss answered first. “Nothin’ we can’t handle.”

“Your dame told Anthony what we were planning,” Henroin answered maliciously with a devilish smile as he painfully rubbed the sore spot on his chest.

Alastor’s left eye twitched in shock, anger, and frustration. His smile disappeared for only a moment before it reappeared on his lips, barely concealing the rage inside.

“I see,” Alastor said once he had regained his composure. “I will see to it that she is reprimanded…”

“NO!” Angel yelled in a panic, desperately reaching his head through the bars. “Haven’t you made her suffer enough, you son-of-a-bitch?! Leave her alone!”

Alastor turned to the cage, flashed his signature smile, and said, “Vaggie is my bride and my wife. What I do to punish her is none of your concern.”

“Vaggie’s my friend! That’s more than she’ll ever be to you! Even if you force her to marry you, she’ll never be yours! She’ll always be Charlie’s! You couldn’t make Vaggie happy if you tried! Besides,” Angel said, smirking and leaving a pause for dramatic effect. “You’re not even a good kisser…”

SMACK!

Alastor crossed the room and backhanded Angel so hard that he hit the back of his cage.

“Speak in such a manner again,” Alastor said, hyperventilating between each sentence while still retaining his smile. “And you’ll find your tongue sliced out.”

Angel smiled flirtatiously and moaned, “Oooooh, Daddy! That sounds like a fun time! Why don’t you come over here and try it?”

Alastor quickly regained his composure again and replied, “I would, but I have a misbehaving wife to attend to.”

Angel’s expression fell in a panic as he yelled “No!” before throwing himself against the door of his cage, resulting in a loud clang against the bars.

With every sentence that followed, Angel threw himself against the door of the cage in a desperate attempt to escape.

“My hope ain’t dead…”

Clang!

“you son-of-a-bitch!”

Clang!

“I don’t care…”

Clang!

“…if it takes…”

Clang!

“10,000 years!”

Clang!

“I won’t give up…”

Clang!

“…on Vaggie!”

Clang!

“Hey!” Angel yelled, falling backwards onto the floor of his cage.

Having had enough of his annoying efforts, Alastor finally snapped his fingers causing ankle cuffs to appear around Angel’s ankles so that he couldn’t attack the door of his cage anymore.

Alastor then summoned a pair of keys, handed them to Arackniss, and said, “Here are the keys for later. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I need to go discipline my wife.”

Alastor walked away, and Henroin and Arackniss looked down at Angel with condescending smiles.

“We’ll be back to pick you up after the auction, son,” Henroin said. “Until then, think about changing your attitude before you place yourself in even deeper shit than you are now.”

“F-mmph!” Angel yelled, before the muzzle reappeared over his mouth.

The Spider Family looked over at the hallway to see Alastor standing in front of it.

“I suggest you keep all Angel’s restraints on until it’s time to take him home,” Alastor suggested. “In fact, I demand it.”

“Sure,” Henroin replied. “No problem. Thanks again for all your help and your territory.”

“Of course,” Alastor said, gesturing down the hallway. “Now, let’s return to our dinner and the rest of the auction.”

Henroin instantly turned and headed down the hall.

Arackniss walked over to Molly, grabbed her hand, pulled her to her feet, and said, “Come on, Molls. Let’s go eat.”

“I’ll be there in just a minute,” Molly said, yanking her hand out of Arackniss’s grip.

“I’m afraid I must insist, dear,” Alastor called out from across the room. “Say your goodbyes to Angel and let’s go.”

“I’ll make sure she leaves,” Arackniss reassured Alastor. “You can go on ahead.”

Alastor nodded and said, “I’ll hold you to your word, my good man,” before disappearing down the hall.

“Say what you need to say and come on,” Arackniss said, turning and walking down the hall behind Alastor.

Molly kneeled down to Angel’s level and whispered in his ear, “Don’t worry, big brother. I’ll get you outta here somehow. Just stay strong.”

“What about Vaggie?” Angel asked.

Molly looked askance for a moment and then looked back at Angel and said, “I’ll see what I can do.”

Angel smiled under his muzzle and nodded.

Then without another word, Molly got to her feet and walked out of the room.

#hazbin hotel #fanfiction

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11thstreetgirl · 5 years ago

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Sparks (Nasty x male reader)

Summary: The Hanoi boys show up at your usual haunt and make the place buzz. There’s unexpected sparks between you and Nasty. Flirty banter and things ensue...

Requested? Yesss by @thespacecowboyyy thank you!

AN: Sooooo this turned out weird. I’m not happy at all with it and Nasty feels very out of character and the dance scene is like the shittiest thing I’ve ever written, but this was so fun to write! It’s been years since I got a text out of my head this easily! So thank you! Also this turned out longer than I planned so I decided to post it in two parts if you guys like it. More notes at the end. To be continued... ps I suck at titles, please bear with me

The music was loud, so loud I almost didn’t hear myself think. Not that I was thinking straight anyways, beer always made me feel funny. On a second thought, I didn’t know if coming here just to check out some guys counted as thinking straight, beer or not. I snorted at my own joke as I made my way towards the bar. I could feel the looks on my back, there was something in the air tonight, something that this place usually didn’t have. I was actually getting interested in my surroundings. I snorted again to myself. Oh wow, this shabby joint really was rubbing on me.

I ordered another beer. Mark was behind the bar as usual and padded my shoulder as he walked past. His hands were full with work, the place was packed. I sat at the end of the bar and sipped the cold drink. So, what was it about today that had the place buzzing? I scanned the dancefloor and some of the booths but didn’t see anything too out of the ordinary. People dancing, people drinking, people making out, all of the underground queer heroes coming together.

- Hey Mark! How come this place is suddenly so popular? I chaffed at the old bartender. He rolled his eyes at me and leaned on the bar.

- Dunno. Could be the band that played down the road tonight. Heard they sold out the place. They popped up here with such an entourage it would’ve put the queen herself to shame. I’ve seen them around here before too.

- Where are they?

The older man pointed to a dark corner. There was so much people it was hard to see, but there clearly was something going on. Young guys and girls swarming and seeking attention from whoever were sat in the middle.

And then the crowd shifted and I saw them. Five guys, or at least I thought they were guys, sat in a booth that was surrounded with people. They were clearly life of the party, downing drinks, laughing, flirting and keeping court. Because that was definitely what they were doing. All of the people around seemed to hold them to a high status. They had a dangerous haze around them, and it pulled me like a moth to a flame. Finally something interesting was going on in this god forbidden place.

I was pretty sure I guessed which one was the lead singer. Huge blond mane framed his face, he sparkled in the dim lights with every movement and he looked like he was about to start climbing on the walls. He was very different from the rest. They all had dark hair and somewhat mysterious feel to them. At first i couldn’t tell them apart, then i started to notice differences. The one in striped jacket seemed to be having a genuinely good time, he was laughing a lot and drinking even more. He talked to everyone around him and everyone wanted to talk to him. Next to him sat a skinny young-looking guy with hair so wild I had no idea how he saw where he was going. He had a goofy, shy smile and talked to one person at a time. Then there was the artistic guy. I could almost hear all of his rings and bracelets tinkle together as he gestured wildly when he spoke. I doubted he even cared if anyone was actually listening as he partially hid under his hat. The last guy had a different feel to him, I could tell even from this far. He was more calm but had a dangerous charm. Like someone I definitely wanted to get to know but most definitely shouldn’t. He was handsome, too. Like, really really handsome. Stupid hot to be honest. Not that all of them weren’t ridiculously good-looking but he had something that made my insides twist. He too hid under his black hair and was downing beers in a supernatural rate. I’d seen my fare share of quick drinkers here but these guys were something else. The guy was having a conversation with someone, he was resting his arm on the back of the couch and had his body partially turned towards me. He seemed to be like at home in the situation.

Suddenly he turned and looked me straight in the eyes. I felt my stomach tighten. He’d probably felt my stare on him. My heart skipped a beat as I awkwardly looked around and back at him just to see he was still looking at me. A grin spread on his face and it took all of my will power not to drop my goddamn jaw on the floor. He was gorgeous and I wanted to jump him right here.

- Close that piehole of yours comrade or you’ll be eating flies for dinner. Or some of these pervs will stick their dick in. I know they’re good looking but get your shit together man.

Oh shit. I could hear the laughter in Mark’s words but he was right. Staring wouldn’t get me anywhere. Getting this starstruck wasn’t like me at all, but that kind of guys showing up here wasn’t ordinary either.

- Ha ha. I need to be a lot more drunk for my next stunt so pour me a vodka will ya.

It didn’t take long for the alcohol to kick in. Just enough for me to loosen up a bit. I usually didn’t dance, like at all, ever, but somehow I felt this was the way to go tonight. At first it felt awkward as hell, to be shaking my ass all over, but then I got the hang of it.

The music was loud and I felt intoxicated. Whether it was the booze or the looks I got I didn’t know. I didn’t get a second of peace as there was constantly someone trying to grind on me or hold my attention. I was having fun and I was damn sure I didn’t want any of these people with me. Every now and then I took a glimpse of the guys sitting in the corner, more specifically of the stupid hot one. The look of him just sitting there, all nonchalant and rockstar, made heat rise to my cheeks. I wanted to show off and hell it felt good to know that I looked good. All the attention was doing miracles on me and I got lost in the beat and the thought of him.

- Are you trying to turn me on right now? Because it’s working.

The low voice startled me. It took a few seconds for me to get a hold of reality. As I turned around I saw the gorgeous man from the band standing dangerously close to me. His straightforward approach made me forget how to speak for a moment. It should have not been hot in any way and I probably should’ve been running in the opposite direction right now, but I couldn’t help the shiver going down my spine.

- And you think that’s a good pick-up line? Straight to the point? I finally got out of my mouth.

- Dunno. Is it working?

- Have a guess, cowboy.

I had no idea where this conversation was going, but the man in front of me clearly did. He stared me down with a smirk on his face. He was so sure of himself in such a lowkey way that made everyone else seem either like assholes or iffy.

- Well I did see you staring at me earlier and then sneaking glances at me while shaking your ass on the dancefloor so I’d say you’re the one that started.

I could feel his piercing eyes on me, but i didn’t see them clearly from behind his hair. His voice was soft but somehow stern and it made my guard slip down way faster than i liked. It took a lot more concentration to keep my cool.

- Oh, that. Yeah I saw you and your gang over there. They say you guys are a band.

- Uh-huh.

- Let me guess, you’re the drummer?

- Nope. Guitarist.

All the while he was standing way too close to me. I didn’t want to take a step back because it would have meant he’d gotten the upper hand. I wasn’t gonna give it to him so easily. He took a long, deliberate look down my body and apparently he was pleased with what he saw because the one-sided satisfied smile grew on his face. It made something move in my lower stomach and I shivered again. Nope, no way I was gonna get all hot and bothered right here right now just from a hot guy standing too close. Nope nope I wasn’t a kid anymore.

- So what is mister Guitarist’s name? I needed a distraction, fast. And another beer. Or four.

- Looks like my pick-up line is working after all. Name’s Nasty.

The man cocked his head to one side and clearly waited for a reaction to such a name. I wasn’t gonna give him one. We were still standing awkwardly on the dancefloor. We definitely needed to move.

- Hmh. Does a guitarist called Nasty want a beer?

Finally he smiled properly. It was a lot sweeter than I expected and he looked absolutely beautiful. My jaw must’ve dropped because he chuckled.

- Took the words out of my mouth.

Damn it, I needed to keep my head clear. He was wrapping me around his finger as easily as he probably made playing guitar look. The thought of him with a six-string made my knees unexpectedly weak. Not good.

I felt him follow me tightly through the mass as I navigated towards the bar. I felt nervous, I suddenly felt drunk, I felt stupid and oh so turned on. Still. Not. Good.

There was just enough room for us to squeeze through. Luckily Mark saw me and handed us our beers in no time. The Nasty dude definitely was a big deal here tonight as he constantly got pats on his back, pretty open flirting and even some straight-up invitations to fuck one’s last brain cells out in the alley. Nasty had a mischievous smile on his face as he politely turned down person after person, all the while making sure I saw all of it. Gee, I couldn’t believe this guy.

I sat on a stool and took a huge swing out of my glass. Nasty didn’t take a seat, just moved closer to me again and leaned his elbows on the bar. I reeeaaally wanted to just watch him stand there, all nonchalant and disturbingly hot. As soon as the people passed, the smile wiped off his face. It had suited him, but the serious look suited him even more. It made him look more dangerous, more in his little role. Although i wasn’t sure it was a role anymore. How come it was suddenly so warm in here? In the corner of my eye i could see a few creeps eyeing us and whispering to each other.

I downed the rest of my drink in one go. Fuck me sideways till Sunday, I didn’t see a good ending for this evening no matter what happened. Either I’d leave now and spend the rest of my night, and probably the rest of my life, jacking off to the thought of this man. Or I’d drag him home, have a marvelous time with him and then what? Probably still the same outcome. Talk about fucking till Sunday… it was already Saturday night. Damn.

But my God was he gorgeous. His eyes stayed hidden behind his hair as he observed the people around us without a trace of emotion on his face. Definitely the cool guy in the band. His jawline was as sharp as they come and cheekbones high. I traced his neck with my eyes and landed on his collarbones. He had a simple tank top on and a light blue jacket over it. It was a bit too big and a little worn out, but it just added to his i-don’t-care based charm. His pants matched the jacket and he had tucked one thumb under the waist. His hands were large and strong-looking in the very way that made a guitarist’s hands such a turn on. I was probably eye-fucking the sweet Jesus out his tall, slim figure by now.

I thought i was being discreet drooling over him, but clearly he had noticed because he chuckled. A low, warm sound.

- Like what you see?

Shit. I couldn’t get my thoughts back together in the fragment of a second I had to answer, so I went for the least horny thing that crossed my mind.

- I’ve seen better, plus your rockstar attitude isn’t gonna get you anywhere.

Great. Now I sounded like an asshole. An asshole that’s been lusting over the guy half the evening. Wonderful.

- So you trying to play tough huh? Wont work on me. I can see right through you. He leaned closer and his lips almost touched my ear as he whispered:

- I’m just like that too. He squeezed my thigh so gently it would’ve almost been polite if it wasn’t for the fact that he was very much in my personal space and I could feel his breath on my skin. He straightened back up and smiled. That’s when I saw it too. He looked almost nervous and a lot more child-like than before. Then his mojo was back with full force. He hid behind his bangs again.

- Wanna go get some fresh air?

We climbed up the stairs back to street level. After the deafening music even this part of London felt quiet. We stood there for a moment, Nasty light up a cigarette.

- So what kind of name is Nasty anyway? I asked just to say something. And why would someone so gorgeous call himself Nasty, a small voice at the back of my head wondered.

He laughed a little.

- It’s not a real name silly. Just a stage name.

- Yeah I got that. But why Nasty of all things?

He was quiet for a while, then a smirk spread on his face.

- I’m just so so nasty. Want some proof? His low voice rumbled, I bet it was on purpose. I felt a shiver roll down my spine nonetheless. My lonely night of beer and man-watching was going south fast. I should’ve known better than to play along his game, but I was getting more and more curious about this Nasty-persona. I wanted to know what was real and what was created for his little rock band. I kept stealing glaces at him. He looked like the epitome of sex, drugs and rock n’ roll with his overgrown jet black hair. A creature of the night no doubt.

He put out his cigarette and i quickly turned my eyes the other way. No way in hell I was going to get caught staring at him twice tonight.

He stood quietly for a while. This timeIi felt his gaze roaming on my body. Usually I would’ve been more self-conscious but this was just gasoline to the flames. I wanted badly to see how he looked with fire in his eyes, so I turned my head back to his direction. He was just standing there and staring at me.

With a one-sided grin and a wicked look that bore it’s was straight down to my crotch he leaned closer and planted a forceful kiss on my lips. Jesus. My mind went blank and I skipped a breath. Jesus fuck.

- See? Nasty.

He had barely gotten the words out of his mouth when I covered it with mine. He made a noise of surprise. No way I was going to let him get control over me like that. In an instant he was kissing me back with such fire it made my knees dip. He tasted like cigarettes and beer and bad decisions, but honestly? I was too far gone to care. All the tension between us blew up into that blistering kiss. His hands took a strong grip from my sides and he pulled me closer. I could feel his heartbeat against my chest. I grabbed his ass and unashamedly grinded against him. A small, unexpected moan escaped this throat and I swallowed it. He definitely wanted me as much as I wanted him.

- Excuse me! An annoyed voice broke us apart. A bouncer was staring at us with a look of warning, and as soon as my head somewhat stopped spinning I realised we’d better find a more private place before we entirely devoured each other. Nasty realised the same thing seconds later.

- Come on. Let’s go, he panted and all I could do was nod.

After what felt like an eternity keeping my hands to myself in the taxi we arrived to a house in Tootin Bec. Nasty was pretty swift in his movements for someone who was so turned on. Because he was very visibly turned on. My mind on the other hand wasn’t co-operating one bit. I just stood there and drooled as he opened the door.

- Good, the others aren’t home yet. I can actually make you make some noise! I blushed at the thought and I had no doubt he was gonna get some sweet sounds out of me. Mind is strong flesh is weak and so on. As if to prove my line of thought I felt my cock twitch in my pants at the sight of Nasty taking off his jacket. So much about mind being strong…

I tried to distract myself just so I wouldn’t jump him right then and there. I made a note of how messy the house was. Clothes, empty bottles, papers and guitar equipment lying around everywhere. It was pretty clear that there was five guys living here. Such a rock n’ roll cliche. Nasty grabbed a half empty liquor bottle from the nearest shelf and took a swing. He then offered the bottle to me and I downed a good gulp too. He chuckled as he put the bottle down. With a crooked smile he took a long good look at me again and stepped close to me.

- I think it is pretty clear I want to have sex with you. I just want to make sure that you want it too, he said, his voice rough from lust and alcohol. He stared at me with his beautiful, mysterious eyes. I couldn’t get him right in my head, he was such a weird creature. A weird, ridiculously hot creature who’s words got my head spinning. Sweet too.

- Trust me, I really really want to fuck your brain out right now, I smirked and got the exact reaction I wanted as Nasty shivered. He kissed me fast, bit my lip and grabbed my wrist. Without a word he pulled me after him up the stairs. I adored his ass with every movement as he walked in front of me and almost asked if we could to the stairs again just for it. Instead I opted for the less pervy thing that my no-good brain decided to push out.

- You really aren’t a man of many words huh?

- Nope. More a man of action, Nasty said and opened a door to a small room.

- Ohhh shy are we? I teased.

- Mmhm, Nasty hummed back matter-of-factly. It was weird, the whole man was weird, one huge contradiction. I loved it. It was nicer this way, neither of us had our roles on anymore.

The room only had a bed, a small closet with clothes falling out of it and a few guitars. Nasty sat on the bed and I awkwardly stood in the middle of the room.

- Now let’s get those clothes off, he squinted playfully at me. I was dumbfounded.

- What, like now? Here?

- Yes, well sex kinda requires us to take off our pants and stuff. Off they go. His face was serious but I could hear the laughter in his voice.

- You want me to strip for you? I couldn’t believe this man. Oh he had nerve okay. He nodded as a smile spread on his face. I just stood there like an idiot, my cock painfully hard in my pants, and stared at him. I had no idea if he was serious.

- Oh come on. Let me help you then.

AN: So this is the first part. The second part is still work in progress and it’s basically just shameless porn lol. I didn’t want to add it to this one in case someone doesn’t like that kind of stuff. So please please tell me what you think of this and if you guys wanna read the nasty part ;) pun intended. I’m awful I know

#fanfiction #hanoi rocks #nasty suicide

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butterfly--empress · 5 years ago

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Crazy MLB Thoughts...

Or shit I would sort of want to see but after watching Seasons 2 and 3 doubt highly will happen nor do I trust the writers to be substantially confident in making a cohesive story that doesn’t fall at the rails.

The fact that they seem to like making Miraculous Ladybug Episodic when it really should be a Serialize show, tells me all I need to know to NOT but much faith in what they do.

But I’ve been surprised before but...GREAT DOUBT (I’m trying really hard not to tl:dfr the essay about my...gripes with MLB on a whole because writing that...we’ll be here all day. ALL DAY)

anyways moving on;

1. Adrien and Felix are either step siblings or identical twins and someone lying about who’s the real baby daddy/baby momma and both sisters are in on it.

2. Both sisters are in on EVERYTHING...and prob share everything and Gabe is none the wiser. Don’t make that face at me fam, Ya’ll come up with very interesting poly ships...DON’T @ ME! XD

Look at their fucking Maiden Name; without some translation; Vanily? If that shit don’t sound too damn close to Villain IDKWTF does! XD

But seriously, the name has various meanings which all boil down to, deceit and moral ambiguity. I don’t put nothing passed nobody.

I seen what the animators were doing; trying to paint Amelie in Black while Emilie is dressed in White. See, that symbolism of trying to make me think Amelie is a bad twin to Emilie’s good twin because of how Gabe sees her. But I like to think the reality is more of the opposite if...IF Emilie’s really a big bad.

3a. Emilie is more antagonistic than Gabriel but actually loves her son and husband.

3b. Emilie could also just be full calculating evil and all of Adrien’s ‘memories’ of his loving mother could be of his Aunt Amelie instead...

4. The whole ass episode of Felix had me like: I watched one too many damn K-Dramas to know that anytime rich families act like this around each other; it usually involves birth secrets and the fact that someone was getting it on with the ‘wrong’ somebody...or the right somebody.

Look, all I’m saying is, Gabe is def the father and most likely the father of Felix but Adrien could...maybe...actually...be...Amelie’s kid for some unfounded reason and no one’s saying anything about it. (no way in the 7 HELLS do cousins look identical like that unless the creators just felt spiteful for some reason and rehashed a scraped character design...)

Don’t look at me like that Fam! I cannot be the only one who thought there were a lot of secrets not being shared/said in this episode! If ya’ll can theorized about Sentimonsters, I can theorized about Agreste/Graham de Vanily family drama.

5. Audrey and Tomoe might have a bitter rivalry/partnership/something with Emilie and Gabriel. I feel like something happened for Tomoe to be all; ‘I don’t need friends, they’re a disappointment’.

6. Fam! Ya’ll have got to chill with the ‘Character X is a Sentimonster theories’, come on that’s weak writing fam. FAM we’re better than this!

7. Marinette will finally get to tone down on her crush/obsession for Adrien WITHOUT having to be with *coughusecough* Luka.

8. Adrien as Chat Noir will finally get to tone down on his crush/obsession for Ladybug WITHOUT having to with *coughusecough* Kagami because she vaguely makes him think about Ladybug....Yea I said it.

I believe Adrien only tries to move on with Kagami because she’s the closest thing that reminds him of his Idealistic view of Ladybug and not really for Kagami herself. which isn’t fair to Kagami...jfc I said I was NOT going to tl:dfr this post....ahh too fucking late now!

Sure, Adrien admires her but I don’t think he really truly likes the girl in that way. Out of Order Episodes or not, that boy can’t go 5 mins without going nuts over his precious M’Lady. XD

9. I just rather there NOT be this extra baggage of a love triangle and I just would like for ONCE to get through a season without feeling 2nd hand embarrassment over the cringy shit Marinette does to get Adrien’s attention.

Before you try to go ham on me LadyNoir/Adrinette/Marichat/Ladrien (GODDAMN THIS FUCKING OTP) shippers hear me out: I am not saying I don’t want the love square..THE ORIGINAL LOVE SQUARE OF really two loves in like/lust/future love unknowingly with each other to end.

I WILL FUCKING GO DOWN TO THE DEPTHS OF HELL FOR THIS SHIP!

But I do want less cringe, there’s so much I can take of Marinette learns not to be petty and seems to grow up a bit for the NEXT damn episode to reset like that shit didn’t happen....boi..i’m about to rant about the writing...

10. EPISODES WILL NOT BE SHOWN OUT OF ORDER!!

11. EPISODES WILL NOT BE SHOWN OUT OF ORDER!!

12. Season 4 will be consistent with it’s plot driven story and continuity...we can only pray.

13. When old Gabby Moth gets redeemed (not if but when...hey i’m trying to be marginally realistic here) the story for it, isn’t weak asf and doesn’t feel forced. Even though its going to feel forced...unless Emilie really does turn out to be that bad bitch and shows she cares more for power over her family and dismisses Gabriel...only for him to wisen up that his wife really isn’t a saint and realize too late that Nathalie was always there for him...FUCK I just made myself sad..I’m sad....

14. Astruc is really being a troll and Chloe actually gets a redemption...maybe too much to ask for?

15. Meanwhile Lila FUCKING Rossi can eat ass I don’t like that hoe.

16a. Marinette will not try to carry the huge/sudden burden of being the guardian...(yea..THANKS FU FOR THAT BTW...*coughshitguardianmentormotherfuc...coughs*) ah Mari will not try to carry this heavy ass burden on her lonesome and actually lets those she chooses to give Miraculous too, KEEP THEM THIS TIME...ya know..so it’s more convenient for them to help her and Chat Noir when they need assistance. While she maybe the Guardian, she will allow Chat Noir to share her burden with her.

16b. Chat Noir will play more of an equal role alongside Ladybug and not be kept in the dark. ISTG RN; if Mari, after telling Fu she doesn’t want to keep anything from the guy that is supposed to be her number 1 partner...in the fucking dark...this whole ass website is going to feel my wrath for days on in.

no more of this ‘pushing Chat Noir to the sidelines and keeping him in the dark’ more than Hawkmoth trying to use their trust for each other against them, distrust and lies is the fastest way for him or some other big bad to win.

Also I just REALLY want the gang to keep their miraculous.

17. Probably going to get flack for this but I really want to see Chloe/Luka happen or at least some form of interaction between them.

I don’t mind the Lukagami Ship but it rly feels like a forced pair the spares to sideline them away from Adrienette and I rly can’t see it. I mean I can but I think Chloe/Luka would make for something more interesting.

18. Felix NOT becoming a big bad, because wow do we really need ALL of Adrien’s fam being coo-coo for coca puffs?? especially if Emilie is as worse than her husband

19 the other side characters get to actually develop.

20...Was there something else??? Probably but I’m tired and can’t think outside of really wanting a kind and just Emilie Fucking Agreste and also wanting the Bitch Mother of all mothers from hell Emilie FUCKING Agreste, while also wanting a lil of both.

And now unable to decide WHICH Emilie Fucking Agreste to write about in my two AUs because where at first i wanted sweet innocent Emilie fucking Agreste, now I want cunning, ambitious gets what she wants behind a sweet demeanor, you’ll never see her striking, Emilie Fucking Agreste!

While good!Emilie Agreste would be simple and easy to write for...my mind is going; palace politics is just so much better when everyone is backstabbing everyone! Just like historical dramas! only not everyone dies! XD

#miraculous ladybug #emilie agreste #marinette dupen chang #gabriel agreste #adrien agreste #some thoughts #with a side of rant

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coffeeandcalligraphy · 5 years ago

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Hey there! :) This is for the OC Ask Game, for Harrison: could you answer questions 1-6, 14 &15? Hope you're doing well!

Oh let’s just expose Harrison *cracks knuckles*

1: List five basic facts about your OC.

He’s turning 22 (just shy of his birthday in Moth Work)

He’s gay as fuuuuuh

He’s from Brooklyn, NY

He’s an only child

If you come for his jacket, he’ll come for your life (a very basic fact)

2: Post a line of dialogue from your OC.

This is dialogue from book 3 that I still can’t get over (for context, Reeve is criticizing Harrison’s choice of Walmart as a gourmet pie shop back when Walmart used to be a big thing in my books lmaooo):

Reeve: “So your gourmet pie shop is Walmart?”

Harrison: “Why yes, actually… Do you have a problem with saving money and living better?”

lmfaoooo

Also an iconic interaction from Moth Work:

Lonan: “You’re patronizing me.”

Harrison: “You’re patronizing yourself.”

3: Post a snippet from your writing that describes your OC.

So this is the first ever description of Harrison from book 1 (I had just turned thirteen when I wrote this):

There’s a faint click somewhere to my right and a soft glow soon illuminatesthe room, shattering the darkness into pieces. I shake off the fact that Ican’t see where the light is coming from, instead pointing the still loaded gunat the first thing I see, a boy who looks a bit older than me with what I makeout to be honey blond hair and the most pissed off expression on his face.

(fun fact I really wrestled with describing the colour of Harrison’s hair at the time and probably changed “honey blonde” from “honey brown” like 5000 times, 13-year-old me had BEEF with his hair colour)

4: Post a snippet from your writing in which another OC describes your OC.

This is a very old description I scavenged to find from book 6 where Reeve vaguely describes Harrison in the first paragraph which is one way to go about it:

Beside me is wood smoke and copper, leather and strong coffee, all strung around human flesh. He moves with precision, like a player focused on a riveting chess match…

And here’s the most recent paragraph (and the last paragraph in Lonan’s POV) of Lonan describing Harrison when they meet up for the first time after brief hiatus (I haven’t shared this yet, so for context, Suzanna is Harrison’s mother):

In the kitchen, Suzanna laughs at Eliza’s joke, something vaguely about Geminis, or maybe she says alibis. He doesn’t quite hear it. He doesn’t mean to drop the rose, but it falls with a muffled thump between them, a floral border. Lonan blinks many times. He breathes many times. He counts many times. But after all the tests—the blinking, the breathing, the counting, the person at the door doesn’t change. Sunshine hair. Concerned mouth. Semi-crooked nose. Butterfly lashes. Eyes the colour of a kingfisher.

5: Describe your OC’s physical appearance.

Harrison’s the cutest guy in town, so cute he managed to convince @sarahkelsiwrites to get me to write book one! Without Harrison’s cuteness, this 8 book series/monstrosity would not exist! As I’ve said, Harrison’s a cutie and should definitely be treated as such (the downfall of Moth Work loool). He’s shorter than Lonan by just a bit tho I really can’t think of how tall my characters are because I am apparently short and can’t imagine anyone a foot taller than me, so all you need to know is he’s tall but still shorter than Lonan lol. He looks a lot like his Portuguese mother and takes on both her “semi-crooked nose, the same mouth, straight and concerned, the same markabove the eyebrow he always thought came from some sort of accident. Eventhough her eyes are brown and his are clearish and teal, it’s like he has hereyes too—soft and rimmed with lashes like butterfly wings” according to Lonan lool. He wears Lonan’s fake mom’s earring which is a pretty dangly blue gem. Though Harrison could look like anything and all he’d need to be Harrison is his leather jacket. In the book cover I designed, Lonan’s wearing it (ROOD) as he unknowingly takes it in chapter 6, but besides that one time, his jacket never comes off! He also wears his mother’s guardian angel necklace which is a newer edition, though a well-liked one as I always pictured him wearing a chain of some sorts! It’s important to note that when I was thirteen, the only way I’d describe Harrison’s eyes were as “burning turquoise” loool.

Here’s how I drew him for the book cover (though I couldn’t really get his eyes right are they burning turquoise-y enough??):

6: Describe your OC’s love life.

Messy! Harrison’s gone through a lot as a hopeless romantic, and has been lead to much heartbreak because of it. If he loves someone, he really loves someone, and this is very much seen in his feelings toward Lonan. Since we’re spilling the tea on Harrison, here’s his relationship with Lonan throughout the books + as Nothing But Thieves songs (because we’re going THERE):

Book 2

When the boys actually meet! Lonan didn’t exist in book 1 and I think Harrison’s sanity benefitted from this but anyway

They’re coworkers (back when this book was a dystopia lmao, Harrison took an open job as a tech analyst in Lonan’s government squad which was his pride and joy and I have since of course axed it)

They don’t like each other but can’t get enough of being enemies if u know what I mean

NBT song: Last Orders

Book 3

This “love being your enemy” thing continues even when Lonan makes his redemption arc and he’s no longer an enemy lmaoo

We get to see their actual friendship develop toward the ¾ mark of the book

“Clearly these people care about each other” kind of vibe!

NBT song: Wake Up Call

Book 4

We see a new level of closeness develop between the boys, and though we’re in Reeve’s head, she def senses some tension mwahaha

NBT song: Afterlife

Book 5

Harrison really steps in as not only a friend for Lonan in this book, but a body of support while his mental health goes through it

NBT song: Reset Me

Book 6

They’re both mad at each other for almost this entire book but this gives us more of that tension we WANT

Reeve really notices this tea develop and she be sippin it the whole book

Toward the midpoint there’s definitely explicit suggestion of their relationship (Reeve can’t fully see this as she’s mostly concerned about herself but there’s definitely an ongoing relationship in this book that’s pretty turbulent):

NBT song: You Know Me Too Well

Moth Work

This relationship sees a lot of bad times

It ain’t a healthy relationship by any means and things start falling apart! Both boys have things they have to work out, that are currently causing lots of conflict!

The TEA I have not shared yet is that I *plan* for them to split up by the end of this book (though they never were really together in this book so it’s not really a breakup lol). Harrison moves to Brooklyn with his mom and Lonan stays in Vegas with Eliza (do with that what you will!!)

NBT song: Hostage (for Harrison) and Take This Lonely Heart (for Lonan)

14: What is one of your OC’s secrets?

That he likes waffles better than he like Lonan? Scandle! Harrison had an affinity for waffles in book one. Here are receipts:

A scene from book 3 (2015) that features a lot of iconic content (Harrison’s waffle kink, Foster being prime-time soft boi, grumpy Lonan, narrated by Reeve who manages to not inject her opinion once, my classic 2015 “witty” YA dialogue):

“Ah, well… your sister [the youngest, not Reeve lol] was talking about people, and how being mean is the only way that they listen… She may or may not have had a run-in with Harrison earlier, which is why the topic was brought up…” From next to him, Ris grunts over his steaming waffles, a full mouth when he turns his face toward Lonan who’s got the same laptop in front of his face, furiously tapping at the keyboard as he concentrates.

Harrison actually reaches over and slams the lid shut.

“Hey asshole,” he says around his mouthful of waffle. “Put the fucking technology away, and be a little social.” Lonan’s dead silent on the receiving end, and when I look closer at him, I realize it’s because his fists are tightly clenched and a vein in his forehead’s bulging.

“That was three full days of work that you might’ve completely ruined!” Lonan hisses, eyes wide and angry as he stares at Harrison who’s scowling around his breakfast.

“Anyway…” Foster continues awkwardly. “Basically, helping people is sometimes–” He’s cut off as a giant waffle is smothered up to his face, Harrison holding it out tauntingly. “What the hell are you doing?”

“You know you want the waffle… Waffles…”

Also to the waitress while he and Reeve bond at a diner:

“Thank you.” Harrison says with a wide smile, staring at the waffles like they’re the love of his life. “Oh my fucking god.” He mumbles, and I assume that I’m not meant to here that.

15: Your OC is given the chance to go back in time. Where do they go and what do they do?

I think there are a lot of things he’d like to change in his past, namely his relationship with his mother who he’s estranged from until the end of Moth Work. I think he would’ve liked to see her more in his teens (despite being a hard ass when she does show up in Moth Work). He’d go back to Brooklyn and like chill in a pizzeria with his mom lol. On a lighter note, I think he’d also like, join ABBA or something.

Thanks for asking!

#writing #amwriting #fostered #asks

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tpvsey · 5 years ago

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benjamin “benji” greer, twenty-one, frat bro, j.elordi

about. the living definition of a himbo. herculean muscles but a mind full of moths. comes from money so may be buying his way through college?? or maybe sleeping his way through college??? so many rumors. it’s neither he’s just copying off of smart people. some how managed to get himself in charge of education at the frat. needs constant validation. thinks he’s smarter than he is

needs. party friends?? people who he copies off of at school?? idk a punch in the face. jk wells is gonna give him that one.

jasper keating, twenty-six, "musician”/struggling artist, g.leatherwood

about. part of the keating 3 with his two younger brothers. learned how to make the most out of the things he was given at a young age. fell in love with musical theatre and dreamed of being on broadway from a young age. kinda a huge ass nerd. more comfortable texting than talking. hides his emotions through sharing funny, “relatable” memes. likes to be in on the joke, but also likes when he is the joke. pretty fucking funny tho

needs. his final younger brother!! ya know, the one keating who actually wants to go big. friends that he used to do be in musicals with who all got to go to like fun musical theatre camps and probably made it big and he’s like welp. but they’re his friends so he’s genunienly happy for them and feels really guilty about being jealous. something based off of this pretty please

parker holland, twenty-three, law student, t.chalamet

about. from the holland branch of mcintrye’s. kinda a douche bag. constantly do things! like boy cannot sit still. majored in philosphy, probably minored in french. thinks he’s “unknowable”. talks a lot of shit. looks like he needs to sleep for 12 hours but no one has seen him in bed ever. thinks he’s the smartest person in the room always. is incredibly insecure and terrified of the idea that nobody will need him.

needs. he needs “friends”. like one solid really good friend, and the others who just put up with him. i think he’s needs siblings still?? but i’m a trash person so i’m not sure. but if not, cousins!!! his ex girlfriend who told him she loved him two months ago and he was like yikes sounds like work and time and i gotta go. and now he’s realized he’s incredibly sad without and has come back and is like jk i love you too? but it’s not going well

blaine hawthorne, thirty-two, tax attorney, t.james

about. son of a congressman, and mom comes from old money. grew up in constance because momma hawthorne didn’t want the kids growing up in “””dangerous””” new york city. failure is not an option type of deal here. dad wasn’t exactly mean, just like cold. jk he was down right mean. a little disgruntled. very much out of touch with his emotions. as a result is very confused as to why he is hurt about his engagment being called off. but boy is he hurt! workaholic. probably does more drugs than he should

needs. maybe one more sibling for the hawthornes? low key succession vibes in that they’re father’s health is kinda declining and they’re starting to vie for the top spot to like carry on the legacy of the hawthorne name. some pretty (read, younger) girl that he’s trying to flirt with but keeps ghosting everytime celine starts talking to him again, and then when she ghosts he like buys her something pretty to ask for her forgiveness. tempted to have his firm like be in touch with the mcintyre college law program and have like up and coming lawyers follow him around like htgawm but with like tax fraud instead

#kickbackrp #a lot of these i'm gonna just write as reqs on site #but ya know just in case ur still looking???

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im-actually-ok · 5 years ago

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No Time To Fib

Warnings: Swearing, gambling, blood, theft, cheating, death.

Plot: Fib’s backstory, before she died and became Fib.

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“Read um and weep boys!” Alex exclaimed, throwing her cards down all the the table.

“How!?” One of the men at the table exclaimed.

“Impossible!” The other man yelled, his eyes glued to the royal flush in front of him.

Alex threw her head back and laughed. But the way she laughed didn’t make it seem funny, her laugh was cold and mocking and empty. “Alright boys, I guess we’ll call that a night, see ya again never!” She gathered the money from the middle of the table and quickly shoved it all into a small coin purse which she tucked into a pocket inside her jacket, “Hasta la pasta, losers!” She turned to head out, but a hand caught her arm.

She looked back to see a large man gripping her wrist. She tugged and released her arm from his hand and stared up at him with cold, angry, unfaltering eyes, “Do we have a problem, sir?”

“One more round,” his voice was deep and rough.

Alex cleared her throat and straightened her bow tie, her lips curled up and she laughed her cold, unsympathetic laugh, “Sorry to tell ya this man, but um, you’re broke! You’ve got nothing left to bet with!” Alex turned again to leave, but was cut off by the voice again, “What about this?”

Alex looked down at his hand, a gold ring with a good sized diamond rested in the palm of his huge hand. She glanced around the circle as the men all took off their rings and chains and jewelry and placed them in the middle of the table.

“So you guys really wanna do this huh?” She removed the coin purse from her jacket and tossed it on the table, “You sorry bastards, you have no fucking idea what you’re doing.”

They sat around the table, eyes narrowed and searching, searching for any tell that they could use. Alex’s face was calm and emotionless, her eyes fixed on her cards, and the cards she planned to switch them with.

This wasn’t Alex’s first time ‘winning big’ in poker. In fact, it was her 7th ‘big win’ the week. The false hand was tucked into her sleeve, and when they weren’t looking, she switched them out.

When they got to her, Alex looked down at her cards and groaned. Her smile twisted into a frown and she looked up at them sadly, “Well, you guys got me, it really sucks ya know, it really sucks — that you guys had to loose so badly.”

The large man looked up at her with fierce eyes as she placed down he flush. He slammed his fists against table, “Fuck!”

Alex laughed and stood, “Sorry fellas, but I tried to warn ya!” She scooped the pile of jewelry into the coin purse with the money and placed it back into her jacket, “ Good day to you my good fellows, check ya later—“

She felt the pressure around her wrist again, and she tried to pull her hand away, but he held tight. “Hey let go of me you fuckhead!” She pulled her hand harder and harder until she broke free. She staggered backwards, her arm burning from the pressure, and cards flying from her sleeve.

The room went quiet for a moment as the men took in the sight of the cards, “You bitch!” The man yelled. He lunged forward to grab her again, but she was too fast. She dodged his hands and the lunging men from all sides.

She sprinted towards the door and burst outside before the men could process what had happened, “So long suckers!” She called as she gained ground between her and the men.

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“Honey! I’m home!” She called in a sing song voice into the empty motel room. She tilted her head back and laughed crazily, “That was a close one! They almost got me, but nope! Fuckers think they can catch me? Ton of shit heads, the lot of them.” She chuckled to herself.

She pulled her coat from her shoulders and pulled the coin purse from her coat. She tossed the purse in her hand a couple times before glancing around a bit, “This neighborhood is almost as shady as I am, and I’m pretty damn shady. Best hide this for the night,”

The motel was small, not many places to hide her stolen goods. The motel would not be the best place to hide it, but Alex was smart, she could really think out of the box. Or even, think outside of the motel.

She dug a small hole in front of the motel and buried the purse, “Snug as a bug in a rug!” She patted the small pile of dirt and headed towards her room.

Bang

A gunshot was fired, but Alex didn’t flinch, she only looked to see the bullet hole in the wall beside her. She turned to see the men from the casino headed towards her, and they didn’t look very happy.

Alex swallowed hard and fumbled, trying to open her door. She made her way into her room, but a hand came and stopped her from closing the door.

The large man pushed his way through and him to her room and the rest of the men from the casino followed. The big one motioned to his two of his goons, “Tie her up,”

They strapped her legs and arms to a chair and say her near the back of the motel room, “Where’s my money, girl?”

Alex smiled, “I haven’t the foggiest idea what you mea—“ a fist stuck her face and a warm fluid filled her mouth. She spit the blood out and let some drip down her chin, “Ok that was just uncalled for,”

The large man repeated his line, “Where’s my money?” His voice was louder and his eyes grew angrier with each second

“ I’m not telling you... bitch.” He struck her again, more blood filled in her moth and some dropped from her nose.

He grabbed a bat from one of his henchmen on the side and stared her down, “What? — Is that supposed to intimidate me? God you’re fucking terrible at this.”

He swung the bat and hit her hard in the shin a couple of times. Alex cried out in pain, tears streaming down her cheeks, “ Is that all you got you ass face?”

His brows furrowed and his eyes became wild, “ I’m gonna give you one last chance you bitch. Where is my money?!” He grabbed at her throat and she began to cough and choke.

“Alright, alright, I’ll tell you,” she choked out. The man pulled his hand away and stood back, “ I’ll tell you where to find the purse ok? Lean in,” the man leaned in as she whispered in his ear, “ to find it, you have to go — fuck yourself.” She burst out in a cold and crazed laugh, tears rolled down her cheeks and blood dropped from damaged spots in her face, and the laughter only grew louder.

The man raised the bat and yelled, and suddenly, the laughter had stopped.

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Thanks for reading! I hope you guys enjoyed it!

#Hazbin Hotel #OC #Backstory #My Writings

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dualwieldingrollingpins · 6 years ago

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I haven’t written fic in years, but mp100 and its fandom have inspired me to pick it back up. This was inspired by a post by @mikuhats and I hope you all enjoy!!

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Looking back, Shou realizes he only had himself to blame, but he couldn’t have expected the outcome of his actions. Not in a million years.

He was, after all, the one who had broken the silence and occasional clicking of buttons. It was too quiet, and although he knew Ritsu valued the peacefulness if he didn’t speak he was probably going to explode.

“Hey Ritsu, I got a proposition for ya.”

The boy in question kept his eyes on screen, the only hint that he had even heard the redhead was the small hum of acknowledgement he made.

“Five races in Mario Kart. Whoever wins gets to draw whatever they want on the loser’s face.”

Not his best plan, but the thought of drawing something hilarious (and probably inappropriate) on the Golden Boy of Salt Middle School amused him more than he cared to admit. He practically vibrated in his spot on the floor, though this wasn’t out of the ordinary considering he could barely sit still in the first place.

However, he clearly wasn’t the only one scheming, as the illuminated screen let him see the corner of Ritsu’s mouth turn up ever so slightly.

“You’re on.”

They choose their characters (Shou chooses Toad, Ritsu picks Luigi) and their karts (something both boys are very serious about, maximizing their potential to work with their characters’ strengths). Shou grins, hunching forward towards the television. He’s ready to kick Ritsu’s ass and have bragging rights for at least the next week, as well as maybe have a photo for him to snicker at whenever he needed it.

Then the races start, and Ritsu annihilates him. Absolutely destroys him. With every green shell that hits Shou at the worst moment, every boost that Ritsu somehow manages to get perfectly, and every time the redhead’s kart flies off the track, Shou’s dreams of embarrassing Ritsu with his epic racing skills fly further and further away from him. He’s astonished really, Mario Kart is HIS game, and while he’s struggling Ritsu still has that calm smirk that Shou can’t wipe off his face despite all his efforts.

At the end, his pride is so battered that he almost forgets his fate, until Ritsu grins triumphantly and turns toward him.

“Alright,” he turns off the game, leaving the home screen as the only light in the room. “Where’s my marker?”

Shit shit shit shit shit and He’s going to draw a dick or something like that and I’m gonna look like an idiot were the two most prominent alarm bells clanging in his head. But he’s not gonna back out, he’s no coward and he’ll take his punishment like a man.

Ritsu stood, silently walking towards his desk as to not wake his parents. Rifling through his drawers, he picks up a brown marker, not as noticeable as black would be, but good enough.

He knelt back down in front of his friend, marker uncapped, twirling it between his fingers.

“What are you gonna draw?”

Ritsu rolled his eyes, flicking Shou on the forehead. “Like I’d tell you. Now close your eyes.”

Although this was normally when Shou would make a snarky comment or a half-hearted protest, this time he did it without hesitation. Bright blue eyes closed, leaving Ritsu free reign to unleash whatever chaos his artistic side was feeling that moment, which was truthfully nothing. He had no clue what he wanted to draw on Shou’s face, because he wasn’t going to do something basic like draw dicks, there was way too much potential to waste it on something like that.

He inspected his canvas, trying to gain some idea of what to do. Then he spotted them. Shou’s freckles.

The young boy has always been fascinated by them, if he was honest. Shou’s heritage made him look completely different than most people in Seasoning City, a physical representation of his out-of-the-box and fiery personality.

He was struck with an idea, and while it wasn’t anything embarrassing or funny, he was gonna have a good time doing it. Leaning in and ignoring the flip flop of his stomach, he pressed the tip of the marker to a freckle on Shou’s left cheek, connecting it to others around, even some on the side of his nose.

Normally, Shou’s mind was running at around 60 miles an hour, chasing and capturing thoughts while some slipped through his fingertips like sand. This time though, it was moving double time, speeding and racing, revolving around one thing.

Ritsu was so close. He can practically feel the boy’s breath on his face. It’s the only thing he could think about, and his mind took the possibilities and made them into a one hundred meter sprint.

He couldn’t stand it, the outside world was so quiet while his mind was buzzing and panicky and loud-

His thoughts, once floating and soaring, plummeted to the ground from the gravity of a hand on his cheek. His eyes snapped open.

“Dude wha-“

“I couldn’t control the marker calm down,” Ritsu deadpanned, oblivious to the other’s crisis due to trying to mask his own. “Now close your eyes, you staring at me while I’m drawing is weird as hell.”

Shou nodded dumbly, for the first time in his life he was completely speechless. His face was rapidly heating to levels he had only felt when his curiosity had led him to touching a candle’s flame when he was young. His heart was thumping so loudly that he was positive Ritsu could hear it and his mind was screaming and Ritsu’s hand was so warm.

He tried to focus on anything other than that stupid hand. The coolness of the floor underneath him, the hushed ticking of the clock in the hallway, the reminder that it’s 1:53 in the morning and he’s never felt more awake in his life, the pins and needles feeling in his legs from kneeling for so long. But nothing worked, because as soon as Ritsu did anything his thoughts focused on him like a moth to light.

Ritsu had moved on from his friend’s cheeks to his nose to just idly doodling on forehead, though his points of reference were quickly disappearing due to Shou’s face and hair becoming the same color. But it didn’t matter, he was almost done, and he didn’t know why that thought disappointed him. As he finished the final line, he tilted his work from side to side, inspecting his art.

It was cute. He’s cute, his inner voice corrected.

“Okay, I’m done.” It came out a whisper, as if he was too nervous to be any louder.

One eye cracked open, then another, and as soon as he saw blue, his breath trapped itself in his throat. Because he realized how close he truly was, inches away from the other’s face, and his cheeks began to burn.

For a moment, neither spoke or move, daring the other to do something. The challenge hung in the air, mingling with the nervousness and excitement that had been there previously.

As if bored of their game, the earth decided to continue its rotation. The clock sounded. It was 2 am, and the trance was broken.

Both boys backed away from each other. The tension was palpable.

“So, uh,” Shou started, very interested in his socked feet. “I guess I need to see what you drew. Hopefully something funny or cool, like a creeper.”

He chuckled in an attempt to dispel some of the awkwardness that permeated the room, and he silently thanked Ritsu for playing along.

“Yeah. It’s nothing crazy but it’s better than dicks.” The black haired boy shrugged, trying to maintain his calm facade when really his stomach was turning cartwheels.

Shou headed towards the bathroom, with Ritsu a few steps behind, making sure to avoid waking anyone up.

As soon as he flicked the light switch, the brightness smacked him in the face with an unforgiving relentlessness, and he groaned. He took a moment, blinking rapidly in order for his eyes to readjust to the stark change.

Once he could finally stand to open his eyes, he took in his reflection. There were no dicks, no creepers, and no words. He leaned in closer, inspecting.

His freckles were connected by brown lines to form various little shapes. Constellations. The Big Dipper on his left cheek, the Little beyond that, going up the side of his nose. Cancer dipped from his forehead to a spot above his eyebrow, and Sagittarius stretched from his right cheek to his ear to above his lip. So many constellations littered his skin, and the spaces not connected by brown were covered with planets, as if Ritsu was determined to leave no part of his face untouched. He was transformed into a miniature universe with something as simple as a marker.

He pulled and tugged at his skin, obsessively checking so he doesn’t miss a single drawing Ritsu had made. Ritsu observed him from the door frame, bouncing from one leg to another and twiddling his thumbs to suppress his nerves.

Ritsu waited. And waited. The seconds seemed to pass like molasses, idly dripping with no intent on gaining speed. Finally, it was too much. He coughed awkwardly, which brought the redhead back to earth.

“What do you think?” His voice cracked on the last word, buzzing with anxiousness.

The redhead looked at him through the mirror, grinning, cheeks a pretty shade of rosy pink.

“‘S cute Ritsu. Didn’t realize my freckles were such an inspiration.” His teasing was lighthearted, poking his cheek.

Ritsu scoffed, crossing his arms. “Well I figured it would be more fun than just writing ‘Fornite sucks’ or something like that.” His aloof attitude was betrayed by his refusal to look Shou in the eye and a blush that was overtaking his face and ears.

A laugh rang out, genuine and pure and happy. Shou was grasping the counter, shoulders shaking. It was contagious, and just like a lot of his actions, his best friend couldn’t resist joining him.

There they stood until their laughs turned to giggles and faded away. Their faces were alight, having laughed more in that moment than either have in a long time.

“We should probably go to bed. It’s late,” Ritsu pointed out. Shou nodded, turning back to his reflection, looking at his galaxy.

“I wanna take a picture of it. It’s really cool,” Shou reached into his pocket, gesturing for Ritsu to get closer.

Opening up his camera, the two grinned for a picture, their cheeks pressed together and Ritsu’s right hand brought up in a peace sign, with Shou’s arm thrown around his shouldner. After taking a few, Shou seemed satisfied, lowering his phone and inspecting the pictures.

Ritsu saw this as a cue to start walking back to his room, reaching to open the bathroom door.

“Wait!” Shou grabbed his sleeve, stopping him. They both looked down his grip, Shou dropping his hand quickly and muttering an apology.

“I want to take another picture. None of them turned out quite right,” his voice was uncharacteristically small, and he was stumbling over his words.

Ritsu raised an eyebrow at the sudden change of mood, but obliged. They returned to their previous pose, Shou opening his phone camera once more.

Shou gulped, mentally preparing himself for what he was going to do next. As he continued taking photos, he stood on his tiptoes (Ritsu still had a good two inches on him, a fact he never lets Shou forget) and pressed his lips to his friend’s cheek. He felt the other boy stiffen, and he quickly pulled away.

“Thanks for the pictures Ritsu I’m gonna go to bed now sorry if I made things weird just don’t mention it haha,” Shou made a quick exit, willing himself not to kick a wall or scream because he was positive he had messed it up and his first real friend had fallen through.

A calloused hand grabbed his own, and now the tables had turned. He stared down at their clasped hands, then back up at Ritsu, and the fact that Ritsu had yet to speak was killing him inside.

Ritsu silently inched closer, not taking his eyes off Shou, clearly focused.

“Dude please don’t beat me up I’m sorry,” Shou stammered, his eyes squeezed shut.

He was prepared for anything really: yelling, shoving, silent animosity, and he was suddenly reminded of his time at Claw in the worst way possible. What he wasn’t prepared for, however, was the soft pressure on his forehead.

For the second time that night, his eyes shot open to stare at the esper. He was in complete disbelief.

“If you wanted a kiss, you could’ve asked,” Ritsu muttered, embarrassed but still sporting a small smile.

The redhead’s jaw opened and closed, trying to form words but only succeeding in staring. He simply nodded, as his vocal cords were obviously betraying him.

“Let’s go to bed. I’m tired,” Ritsu yawned, tugging their intertwined hands and leading them down the hall. And through his embarrassment and happiness, Shou realized that, as corny as it sounded, their fingers slotted together perfectly.

As they climbed into Ritsu’s bed on opposite sides, allowing sleep to wash over them, Shou realized that this all stemmed from his stupid challenge. He reached up, idly tracing the stars that dotted his face.

Something had changed between the two of them, something they could talk about when the sun was shining. But for right now, each other’s company was enough.

And if they woke up with their fingers intertwined and their bodies much closer than before, they didn’t have to mention it.

#mp100 #ritshou #shouritsu #mp100 ritsu #mp100 shou #mob psycho 100 #two awkward boys with awkward crushes

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faunusrights · 6 years ago

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‘AFTER THE FALL’ - LIVEREAD II

Part I (prologue to chapter three) here!

According to other people reading this alongside me, I have yet to even see the true extent of how, um... interesting some of the characterisations are? So, we can only do one thing: keep reading, even though I’m relatively sure the corpse of a sizeable moth was batted onto my copy :I

We’ve reached chapter three, and only now do I realise what a considerable chunk of the book that is? Blimey.

CHAPTER THREE

/gets six lines in /shuts the book

Look, I said I wasn’t gonna say it because we know I hate it but ughghghgh I hate canon Velvet soooooo muuuuuuuuuuch she’s SO boring I’m SO sorry but GOD--

Okay. Okay. Moving on. Yatsu is our narrator now so let’s hear how he sounds!

“Ash started crying and crying and crying--”

I know it’s inevitable that most names I picked for OCs will crop up elsewhere but... Ash? You tryna take Ash “Bottom Energy” Scarlatina away from me now? Can’t I have anything?

So, it was mentioned that apparently a recurring thing I’ll be seeing in this novel is Yatsu and Velvet being hitched together on the character development front, and honestly, I can see it happening here. They’re being made into one sort of unit and Yatsu keeps calling attention to that, which isn’t... great, ‘cause I’m kinda hoping we’ll see more individual development? But the current consensus is that It Ain’t Happening, so we’ll See, I Guess,

Okay, I love that Velvet makes spreadsheets on her Scroll. I deeply enjoy her making chats to keep track of stuff, because honestly what a mood that is.

‘Yatsuhashi whirled around in confusion, but Velvet was gone. He didn’t like losing sight of her; what kind of trouble was she getting up to now?’

Predictably, I don’t like Velvet being babies in any sense of the word, but I do like that Yatsu’s first worry is what trouble can she possibly fucking cause now? Velvet and her high chaos energy, whomst I Adore,

Also what the fuck is a breadfruit.

‘Professor Greene’s Stealth and Security class--’

UGH I wish we knew more about the classes they took in Beacon. Do you know how hard it is to write an AU in which the Fall of Beacon never happened and having to pull classes outta your ass? It’s HARD, Y’ALL,

Yatsu’s Semblance is... making people forget things? That’s. Weird but alright??? Sure??? Whatever???

Me, every time Velvet snaps: why is it I only get the Velvet I’m after when she’s being such a bi-- oh wait I have a type sorry continue as you were,

But actually God I miss chibi!Velvet pour one out for the cancellation y’all

“This is bad,” Yatsu said sadly.

Me to myself: I know it’s not good writing I know and you know but don’t say anything just move on--

Okay before I move on, I’m definitely seeing a lot of that Yatsu/Velvet hitching, and makes me Nervous because I love Yatsu and I love Velvet but I also love them separately so I’m holding out hope that they get split up at Some Point because they really have been written together pretty much the whole way, huh?

CHAPTER FOUR

OKAY CHAPTER FOUR LET’S GO LET’S GO

It’s Fox time, and we’ve got an introduction to Copper, Fox’s mentor (someone mentioned it’s totally a 'The Fox and The Hound’ reference). And-- ah, he’s dead. That was quick.

‘Velvet sometimes let her feelings get the best of her, Fox thought.’

You think that’s bad? You should meet murpverse!Velvet, that bitch has never held a thought in her head for more than five seconds.

I’ll confess I’m now reading pretty far ahead before I have any commentary of note. I’m enjoying Fox’s narration far more than anyone else’s by a pretty considerable margin, and it’s probably ‘cause Fox -- despite saying literally nothing in canon -- saw a lot of people reach the same conclusion to his character? So this one is much easier to settle into. Also, maybe it’s ‘cause he was such a blank slate that the writing works better for him. I dunno.

Story-wise: Edward is-- okay, actually, side-tangent: Edward? We seem to really jump in and out of the colour scheme, huh? Anyway, Edward’s a shady mfer and LET VELVET DO SHIT ON HER OWN!!!!!! LET HER BE A DUMBASS OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!

‘That was the last time he;s underestimate [Velvet].’

Told ya, dipshitte.

Ooh, everyone’s Angery about Everything. Seems like the Mood Bombs are also more passively AOE than just being a Sudden Boom, because everyone’s got a MUCH shorter temper? Then again, mine would be Non-Existent in a desert to begin with, so maybe they’ve all got sand up their butts. Also, Gus is to blame for the Mood Bombs anyway! That’s a big F, kiddo.

CHAPTER FIVE

Flashback to the dance!

Awh, Ruby made her own outfit and cape. Li’l seamstress! Oh, dang, do you think Summer taught her? Or, at least, showed her how her cape was made? Aaaaa--

Lien remains... weird. I thought it’d be closer to a currency rate like Yen to the dollar (so thousands are worth much less), but the implication here is that twenty Lien is more like $20? The currency here is very weird and even I’m at fault for flip-flopping on it, but I honestly expected it to be more like Yen. Huh.

Coco likes Ruby’s outfit look at that senpai GO.

Oh, okay, so they met at the dance? For some reason, I thought they’d already been acquainted? I thought they mentioned that team CFVY were away in the show (and therefore knew them at least in passing) but apparently not.

Okay, so Coco’s dialogue is... weird? I’m not totally down for the voice the author’s chosen to give her, and the more I see of it the more I’m starting to notice it. That said, I can’t believe Coco has reeled off Ozpin’s whole speech for Ruby. I’d have forgotten three words in.

Still jumping back and forth on Coco’s dialogue. I’m not sure if I like it. Moving on.

Weiss is Big Bitch Supreme, I see. This flashback is striking me all wrong for some reason, but I cannot for my life of me say why.That said, Weiss unironically saying besties is the funniest thing I’ve read all week, so there’s that.

UGHHHHHHHHHHHH TIME FOR VELVET AND RACISM UGHGHHGHGHHHHGHGH IM GONNA GO GET LUNCH FIRST--

WAIT BLAKE’S THERE

WAIT NO I’M GETTING FOOD FIRST EVEN IF BLACK VELVET IS RIGHT THERE--

Okay I ate too many calories and walked my dog let’s do this before I have to take said dog to the groomer. On that note, I’m like halfway through the book already? This really is short as heck.

“You had something to say to me?” Velvet asked. The boy clamped his mouth shut.

Do ya? Bihh.

Also I LOVE that highlights from the initiation are playing so that Blake literally looks a thousand times more intimidating. I wish we’d seen more of that kinda thing in the show, with RWBY being the new hotshots and the dynamic they had with Beacon as a whole. But that would have involved not blowing Beacon up to fuck and then having the writers go ‘uh, what do we do now?’ so what the hell do I know.

OOUGH THIS BLACK VELVET,,, HHH,,,, MURPHY’S OTP IS HERE,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

“What should we do with him?” [Blake] looked at Velvet.

Kill him... and then... kiss....................................

“I don’t believe in fighting prejudice with violence,” Velvet said.

I wish y’all could have heard the sound I made at that. Canon Velvet you’re just so... soggy bread about this.

Blake shook her head. “that’s not how we deal with people like him where I come from.”

Blake yr so HOT... hey you should teach Velvet how you deal with people like him and then kiss. That said, are they talking about Menagerie there? Or the Fang? If it’s Menagerie, that’s even funnier because I love the idea of an idiot running their mouth and then having five families and a baby wail on them.

Blake hates dog-ears in their books. Bad news, asshole, it’s the BEST way to mark PAGES bookmarks are for the UPPER CLASSES who don’t realise BOOKS are TOOLS of EDUCATION--

Anyway. Moving on-- YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAANG.

Yang beat the assholes up anyway I love her!!!!!!!!!! I LOVE HER!!!!!!!!!

CHAPTER SIX

Back with Velvet. Blessing or curse? Who knows.

Edward and Gus make for an. Interesting duo. This plot hasn’t captured my interest crazy well, and if I didn’t know this was RWBY and such I’d probably pass on it ‘cause it’s pretty... eh, but I do like their Semblances and this could’ve been a pretty decent side-plot thing in the show! Such as in My Hero Academia with, uh, whats-his-name... Eraserhead. I dunno. I’m thinking this was a good idea that hasn’t had enough space to breathe.

Emotions are Flying High and Whomst will be the first to crack like Egg? I am liking the method of raising tempers because everything’s a little sloppier and unpredictable! Also, that’s the end of chapter si-- what? Wait, chapter six was only ten pages? Yeesh.

For all in-tents and porpoises, I am tryna keep track of OOC moments, but having everyone be out-of-sorts is making is pretty hard to track. Rip.

CHAPTER SEVEN, I GUESS?

We’re with Yatsu again, and he’s talking about his Semblance to... make people forget shit! I still don’t know why this is his Semblance, or the use of it anyway, but whatever! I’m in this cart and the horse ain’t stopping until M+K says so!

I’m with Velvet here; why is she constantly being relegated to the backseat? Coco needs to fuckin’ get her shitte together on this front. Even Fox said earlier than he has to stop underestimating her, but they’re still doing it now.

OH MY GOD THERE’S A GRIMM JACKALOPE??? Holy shit I’m losing all of my marbles shouldn’t these guys have, like, other names????????????? No??? Okay!!!!

Battle scene. I’m not hot on combat in writing because I find it. Kinda boring. But it is what it is so I’m speed-running it.

And so ends chapter seven. I’m gonna stop here because. I want to! I feel like this story is very short and it could’ve already had more to it than this faffery in the desert, but that’s just me!!!!!! I guess!!!!!!!!!!! Next time: another flashback to the goddamn dance.

#after the fall #after the fall spoilers #rwby #liveblog #liveread

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