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the-purpurhaj · 3 months ago

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We did that note game question thing.

Finally.

(black/white for pur, blue for sections, pink for questions)

Basic Character Questions

What is their first name?

Pur

What is their surname?

Pur...or Morningstar legally

Haj-Morningstar!

Do they have any middle names?

not yet

Do they have any nicknames?

white, tho i'm certain others call me many more

purple, the other one, twin, buddy....I forgot the other ones

How old are they?

I'm not sure, I lost track a while ago

8 years younger then pur

What is their date of birth?

September 22nd, year unknown

...I think I came here too gradually to get a real one, so we share

What is their race/ethnicity?

I suppose indian would be closest?

bramble shark! we're from allllll over

Physical / Appearance

(answers based on own mental perection/prefered perception and then in green the actual appearence as seen in the world by others)

How tall are they?

5"7 (1.74), nice and average human height

7", last time I checked

4"9

How much do they weigh?

all I know is I'm underweight for my height

like...240lbs? (108kg)

115lbs (52kg)

What is their physical shape/build?

lean, but I work out

perfect! no matter what!

curvy/chubby

What colour hair do they have?

naturally it's black, but I enjoy the pastel purple more

dark purple! I want it darker, but then it starts to look too blue or black

a compromise between the purple shades they like, naturally black

What style of hair do they have?

long and i'd consider it curly, tho it barely qualifies compared to others

chop it off! it's wayyyyy too ichy for me, I would scratch my neck every moment it touches below the natural growth line

compromise, long hair, permanently in an updo, naturally curly

What colour eyes do they have?

light grey

bright purple

a dark grey

What shape are their eyes?

I believe it's called hooded? it certainly makes makeup impossible...

eyes have other shapes then orbs?

idfk, throw it on hooded or almond, eye shapes confuse me

Do they wear glasses or contact lenses?

no need yet

when I front I try to get pur to let me buy some purple contacts but I keep failing

no, not yet

What are their teeth like?

I had braces but they're fine now, straight as can be

tooth gap, because fuck those braces

straight teeth, tooth gap gone

Do they have any distinguishing facial features?

small scar on the bottom right of the jaw, that's all I notice when doing makeup

do fin ears count? oh and the freckles!

3 tiny scars, above the left eyebrow, bottom right of the jaw and on the left cheek under the eye. freckles and occasionally fin ears.

Which facial feature is most prominent?

I don't think my face has anything too prominent...

definetly the ears.

ears if they're there fins, otherwise the scar on the jaw (freckles covered a lot)

Which bodily feature is most prominent?

bodily....feature...?

I think the tail counts for this one, or the backside fin

it's the tail when there, otherwise nothing

Do they have any other distinguishing features?

....nothing others can see when I'm dressed

scars, several, we don't speak of those tho, even if my dresses show them

what pur said

What is their skin like?

it's a little bumpy

tail, fin and ears are sandpaper like, the rest is bumpy

it's called keratosis pilaris

What are their hands like?

normal...?

sometimes I let them be webbed!

human hands, webbed if need be

What are their feet like?

...im not indulging the gooners

certainly feety....?

same situation as the hands

Do they tend to wear makeup?

yeah, I enjoy putting it on a lot, it's calming in a way

sometimes, not a fan tho, my stickers and bandages stick worse

depends on who front during dressing time

Do they wear any jewellery?

If a scarf counts, I always wear the red one satan gave us

all. the. time. hair accesoires are a MUST HAVE for anything to look good and bracelets jingle really nicely and then we also have some fidget rings and normal pretty ones....I love jingly jewelry, even got my tongue pierced for more!

all kinda, all the time, especially hair ones and a tongue piercing they took a year to agree over

Do they have any scars?

as I stated we do not speak about more then the face one

yeah...

return to bodily features

Do they have any birthmarks?

plenty, im not going to describe them tho

yeah, a few obvious ones, but nothing odd

yes? by the definition i learned they do

Do they have any tattoos?

nope, tho I consider it

YOU CONSIDER IT?! lets go! oh, also, yes, serpent with an apple, for satan

soon.

Do they have any physical disabilities?

not as far as im aware

i consider the shark bits a feature, not a bug

none yet

What type of clothes do they wear?

a blouse, cardigan, jacket, long pants, proper shoes and a scar. typically in earth tones tho I am willing to try red and blue on

dresses! all the dresses! and lots of layers that I try to stick as many possible assecoires on, honestly if I could get more decora I would but it's really heavy

once again depends on who fronts while they get dressed, tho they try their best to compromise

How do they style their clothes?

just, throw it one, it's just clothes

if I go into specifics we reach character limit

Are they right or left-handed?

left

Do they have any mannerisms?

I tend to fidget with the loose piece of the scarf or with my hands

not sure, I like to swish my tail tho

^ that, but combined

What is their health like?

I'm relatively fit

not too good.....

decent, not bad, not great, just, alright

Personality

What language(s) do they speak?

English...and kinda oceanic, satanic classes right now

English, oceanic, learning satanic...or i guess it's just latin really, language is language

Do they have a catchphrase?

don't think so

I am purple, I must color

Do they overuse any words or phrases?

not that I'm aware

probably!

Are they more optimistic or pessimistic?

I try to be optimistic, but the pessimistic sight wins a lot

and hence I'm here, to be the optimistic little shit!

Are they more introverted or extroverted?

just, anxious around new people

extroverted. definetly.

What bad habits do they have?

letting pur front without any kind of surveillance

murderous intend.

What good habits do they have?

I bake a lot of cookies and adopt a lot of kids?

I'm the one responsible for keeping the body alive, most I do is good habits

How do they want to be seen by others?

as a good person....

however they see me, as long as they treat me with respect

How are they seen by others?

I don't know

me neither!

How do they see themselves?

as a person with good intent

happy

Do they ever put on airs?

in hell sometimes, just to fit in with the court tho, rather not make satan be seen with someone unfitting of the title of his partner

don't have to, I am important!

What is their strongest character trait?

compassion i think....

i like to think im open

What is their weakest character trait?

im not sure....

understanding, specifically of deep emotions

How do they display affection?

gift giving and acts of service

words of affection

How competitive are they?

i don't like to compete

if im winning im not competitive

Do they make snap judgements or take time to consider?

I rather overthink then mess up judgement

says the murderer....im definetly the one to be quick with judgement tho

How do they react to praise?

i will melt.

gratefullness

How do they react to criticism?

I take it in and try to adapt

violence.

What is their greatest fear?

loosing myself

not living life to the fullest

What are their pet peeves?

people who point or stare at others

people not believing I exist

What sense do they most rely on?

sight

smell

Do they have any mental disabilities?

well, ehm, technically not? legally we qualify for it...?

I AM THE DISABILITY! :D

Are they an early bird or a night owl?

early bird

night owl

Do they prefer the indoors or the outdoors?

outdoors, the sea is nice and so are the woods

outdoors as well, swimming is great

How do they treat people better off than them?

indifference

depends on how much better

How do they treat people worse off than them?

I try to help...if they need it

depends on how much worse

What are their biggest secrets?

why pur exists

unsharable

When was the last time they cried?

our wedding with djavulsksilverhaj, tho they were happy tears

I fell down the stairs last week

What haunts them?

the death of stars other parent

my own conciousness

What will they stand up for?

human rights

the right of living beings

Who do they idolise?

pur

What quality do they most value in a friend?

the connection with them, their honesty and compassion, their understanding.....

I agree with that

What do they consider an overrated virtue?

spiritual authority

temperance

What makes them laugh out loud?

my families jokes

too much to count

If they could change one thing about themselves, what would it be?

i'd be more human

nothing.

Friends and Family

How many people are in their family?

22 if I counted right

over 200

What is their perception of family?

my children, cousins, siblings, partners, grandchildren

all the hajs!

Do they have any siblings? Are they older or younger?

2 siblings, im not sure how old we are compared to eachother

im most definetly younger then our siblings

Who is their best friend and what are they like?

pur, it's....the best friend I could ask for....

pur. they're....amazing

What are their other friends like?

they're still amazing, wonderful caring people

caring and loving beings

Past and Future

What were they like as a baby?

I was....silent

Oh come on I never got to be one!

What were they like as a child?

I was told I had an old soul....

Overly exited about everything

Did they grow up rich or poor?

We were middle class, tho definetly on the lesser side of it

We were? I never noticed...

Did they grow up nurtured or neglected?

....unnescesary question, next

it changed when I came in atleast....

What is the most offensive thing they’ve ever said?

called pur a word I shouldn't use once

no clue, i've said a lot

What is their greatest achievement?

surviving is a miracle

getting to exist!

What was their first kiss like?

pitiful.

mine was...wonderful and filled with love

What is the worst thing they did to someone they loved?

I let them drown....

killed them, but I don't regret it

What are their ambitions?

caring for my family the best I can

enjoying life is all I aim for now

What advice would they give their younger self?

run away...

make them experience the wonder

What smells remind them of their childhood?

wet charcoal

raw cookie dough

What was their childhood ambition?

I once wished to be an astronaut

meanwhile I wished to swim forever....

What is their best childhood memory?

the first time I got to actually bake my cookies

the first time I got to front at school

What is their worst childhood memory?

...the collection of memories that make pur have to exist

there are moments we both wish to forget I was made to front for

Did they have an imaginary childhood friend?

I used to think pur was imaginary

Do I get to answer you then?

When was the last time they were crushed with disappointment?

it's been a very long time since I felt like that

disappointment wishes it could crush me!

What past act are they most ashamed of?

the first murder

What past act are they most proud of?

running.

convincing pur to run

Has anyone ever saved their life?

plenty of people and they might never even know

we share a live so same answer

What is their strongest childhood memory?

I remember too much

my first time fronting in general

Love

What sort of people are they attracted to?

kind ones

those with the ability to cause mischief

Do they believe in love at first sight?

not anymore

definetly.

Are they currently in a relationship?

two of them

go partners!!!

Have they ever been married?

currently am, to two wonderful people

yeah, I like it

How do they behave in a relationship?

I try to be a good partner

and I bring the fun to the relationship!

When did they last have sex?

not long ago...

I don't do that

Have they ever been in love?

is that not required for a relationship?

I certainly have been, still am

Have they ever had their heart broken?

yeah.....

never firsthand

Conflict

How do they respond to a threat?

I let pur handle it

Violence

Are they more likely to fight with their fists or their tongue?

tongue

knife

What is their kryptonite?

my family

the possibility of causing our body too much harm

If their house was burning down, what one thing would they save?

the picture book

....the house inventory?

What would their choice of weapon be?

a dagger

big hammer

What living person do they most despise?

i don't wish to choice

discriminators in general

Have they ever been bullied or teased?

I have

yeah.....

Where do they go when they’re angry?

away

I try to go somewhere to break stuff without causing harm

Work, Education and Hobbies

What is their current job?

parental figure and secondary ruler of hell

we share the job

How do they feel about their current job?

i like the parental part more, nut you won't hear me complain

ruling hell is fun

What are some of their past jobs?

not legally allowed to speak of those

me neither

What are their hobbies?

I like to bake

studying weaponry and fashion

What is their educational background?

primary school and no more

I got like 3 years of primary

Do they have any specialist training?

we did receive some training in demonic manners for the court

yeah that's kinda it

Do they have a natural talent for anything?

baking actually came quite naturally to me

and murder to me! even if I suck at hiding the bodies

Do they play any sports?

I head to the gym a lot if it counts

if couch potato was healthy I would be

Do they play any instruments?

I've dabbled in violin

no.

Favourites

What is their favourite animal?

I don't really have one, tho I must admit sharks are fun

Sharks, give that self love!

Which animal do they dislike the most?

killer whale.

killer whale indeed.

What is their favourite place to be?

anywhere with my family

the bed

What is the most beautiful thing they’ve ever seen?

the sunset on the day we ran

I agree with that one

What is their favourite song?

garden party

...I don't remember a single song title

Do they prefer music, art or reading?

music is good with either so ill say reading

reading, it feels comfortable

What is their favourite colour?

I quite enjoy purple actually....

purple. we are purple.

What is their most used password?

...this feels like a trick

P1rP2r!doob

What is their favourite food?

fish in general

same here

What is their favourite day of the week?

monday

sunday

Possessions

What is in their fridge?

food mostly and a box of prepped cookie dough

atleast one corpse

What is on their bedside table?

a family picture

and a flashlight

What is in their car?

cleaned it recently, so not a lot anymore

our keys are still in it

What is in their bin?

trash

lots of leftovers we never ate

What is in their purse or wallet?

physical money, cards and a family picture

physical money is a shell and cards are just buisness cards

What is in their pockets?

sand

also sand

What is their most treasured possession?

my family

the red scarf actually

Daily life

What are their eating habits?

bad

I try to keep the body alive

Do they have any allergies?

don't think so?

if we do it's not for something common

What is their home like?

clean, but cozy

underwater as well

Are they minimalist or a hoarder?

we found a healthy balance

if it wasn't for pur i'd be a hoarder

What do they do first thing on a weekday morning?

enjoy the sunrise

let pur do whatever it is they do

What do they do on a Sunday afternoon?

beg to go sleep

refuse to sleep and drink a bit

What do they do on a Friday night?

either sleep with my hubby or maybe go out

avoid fronting with that exhaustion

What is their soft drink of choice?

coke

fanta

What is their alcoholic drink of choice?

shot of vodka

red wine

Values

What is their view of ‘freedom’?

the live we have now

anything where we can make our own choices

What do they think is the worst thing that can be done to a person?

torture

solitairy convinement

When did they last lie?

I lie daily

you don't....also no clue on my part

What’s their view of lying?

avoiding or changing your words about the truth on purpose

textbook definition

When did they last make a promise?

after the purple dumbass drank styx water

im not a dumbass!

Did they keep or break their last promise?

keep it so far

i don't even remember if I ever promised anything...

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braveclementine · 1 year ago

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Chapter 3

Warnings: Angst, Main Character Death

Copyright: I do not own any Marvel characters or locations. However, I do own a few OCs like Elizabeth, Katherine, Stacy, and Jessie. I do not condone any copying of this.

A week went by without song. You wondered where Elizabeth was. A guard had come in a few days after that, handing you the little girl.

She was wearing a pink bodysuit to keep her warm. Her eyes were closed, little lashes framing against her cheeks. Her hair was a dark black colour and when she opened her eyes, they were the same shade as Hogun's. Her skin was light, her eyes slightly oval shaped just like her father.

When she cried, you sang one of the two songs that Elizabeth had sung to her. It calmed her down just enough for her to go to sleep.

Your fed her from your nub and you felt somewhat content taking care of her. At least she was safe.

But where was her mother?

By the third month you were showing. You were pregnant. And as you hadn't been with anyone since the bombs had gone off, you could only assume it was one of your soulmates.

Fury's butterfly was no longer flickering and had settled back into red. You were glad he was safe, though you were wondering where your soulmates were. You wondered why it was taking them so long to find you.

Suddenly, your peaceful afternoon was interrupted by blazing guns and shouts.

You stayed sitting where you were, holding the baby girl close to your chest. You heard whooshing sounds and mechanical sounds.

Very slowly, you created a glowing green knife to hover in the air, pointed at the door. You were not going to let anything happen to the precious child in your arms. You had to reunite her with her mother.

Suddenly, the door fell open. You sent the knife flying before you even saw who it was. Luckily, Loki dodged out of the way, landing in front of you in a crouch.

"My Queen." He whispered, breaking the chains off of you.

"Lokes." You whispered, tears building up in your eyes.

"Come here my Queen." He said, opening his arms. You leaned forward, letting him hug you tightly before you got to your feet. He took your hand, "Stay close to me."

He led you out of the room, running down the hallway. It was awkward running without your arms, one hand holding the little girl, the other holding Loki's hand tightly.

The three of you found yourselves back where the fighting was thick. Loki sent knives into the back of HYDRA agents. You could see all of your soulmates fighting except for Fury. Good, you were glad he had stayed home.

"Doll!" Bucky shouted, shooting another agent through his head. Loki handed you off to him. Bucky wrapped his metal arm around your waist, dragging you past everyone.

"Where's Elizabeth?" You gasped between breaths as he shot more agents, getting you out of the compound.

"I don't know. Pietro and Hogun are looking for her right now." Bucky called over all of the shooting.

You glanced around, noticing just how many people were in the hallways. A definite mixture of HYDRA and what was left of SHIELD. Your soulmates were busy getting SHIELD to back up and retreat now that you were safe.

"We have it set so that the whole place will blow in five minutes." Tony said through his Iron Man suit as you all grouped outside. He stepped out of the suit, pulling you into a hug which you awkwardly returned as you still hadn't put her daughter down. "Fuck I missed you so much gorgeous."

"I missed all of you too." you mumbled, clinging to Tony, tears falling down your face.

"Get her somewhere safe." Tony commanded and you looked up to see that Stephen had come over. Stephen pulled you into a tight hug.

"But where's Elizabeth?" You asked, wiping tears away as Stephen got ready to make a portal.

"We're thinking. . . maybe the freezers." Stephen said softly. "Unless they buried her."

You just stared at him. "The freezers?"

Stephen's face fell, "Y/N. . . Elizabeth. . . she died two weeks ago."

You just stared at him, the orange portal flickering out of the corner of your eye. The baby girl started to move in your arms, blinking up at a blue sky that she had never seen before. And the next thing you knew, your eyes were rolling back into your head and you passed out.

***

"Give her time." Stephen's voice commanded as you came to. You could sense that you were in a more open room with bright lights. There was air-conditioning as well.

You felt clean. Your skin felt washed and shaved. Your hair felt light and fluffy.

"Do we know who the child is?" Steve asked, worry in his voice.

"Thor is still back at the compound cleaning up with Loki and T'Challa." Clint answered. "He'll tell us when he gets back I'm sure."

"You don't think they raped her, right?" Clint sounded worried.

"Anythings possible with HYDRA." Bucky sounded disgusted.

"No." you mumbled, still feeling tired, "No, it's definitely one of yours. They never touched me. I just sat in that cell and ate food. That's it."

"Hey." Stephen's voice was soft, "How are you feeling."

Blinking your eyes open, you found they were already filled with tears. "E-Elizabeth? S-She's gone?"

"Yes." Steve said softly, coming over to sit on the edge of the bed, taking your hand. He had dark circles under his eyes, his blond hair was a mess. He was still in his Captain America uniform which was splattered with blood stains. His shield was laying on the chair, blood spatter all across the outer rim. "I'm sorry."

"What about her daughter?" You asked, sitting up, "Where is she?"

"Hogun's with her right now." Steve answered. "He wanted to know if she ever named her."

You choked back another sob, wishing you knew more about her time there. "If she did, I don't know her name. She wasn't even allowed to see her daughter for a week after. . . and then they gave her to me to take care of. I never called her anything, I always thought Elizabeth would. . . get to name her."

You broke back down into tears.

Sam put his arms around you, hugging you tightly.

You quickly wiped your face, trying to be strong, "Where are Lucy, Marcel, and Vincent?"

"They're fast asleep." Steve said, "Do you want us to go and get them?"

"Let them sleep. I'll see them when they're awake." You said. "How are they?"

"They've missed you." Sam mumbled into your ear. "Stacy kept them fed since they refused formula."

"But how are you feeling?" Stephen asked urgently, "Are you hungry? Thirsty? What happened there?"

"I'm okay." You said. "Nothing happened. They said they only wanted Elizabeth and they'd let me go after. . . well they never said what the after was. They only wanted her. . ."

There was a knock at the door and you looked over. You were in the hospital wing, the same one as when you had been kidnapped what felt like years ago by TYPHON and your wrist sliced open.

Hogun stepped in, along with Pietro, Vision, and Wanda. He was holding the baby in his arms, "Can we have a private word with Elizabeth?" He asked thickly, his brown-black eyes rimmed red. You had never seen Hogun look so destroyed.

"Not private." Steve said. "I'll stay." He nodded to the others who slowly filed out of the room.

"Did she. . . did she name her?" Hogun asked thickly, motioning to the baby girl in his arms.

You shook your head, "I don't know. I'm sorry."

Hogun just nodded.

Wanda stepped forward, "May I hold her, please?"

Hogun looked at her and then rather reluctantly handed her over. Wanda closed her eyes, hands glowing red slightly. Wanda opened her eyes as the redness faded. "Elizabeth was deciding between Luna and Minerva. She wanted to wait though for you to help her choose a name." Wanda said softly, handing the baby girl over to Hogun again.

Hogun's eyes teared up again and he took in a shuddering breath. "Was there anything you could've done?"

You blinked, "I-"

"Tell me." Hogun pleaded and Pietro quickly took the baby from his arms. "You got all of these traits from your soulmates, there had to be something you could've done! So you could've saved her!"

Thor and Loki entered the room at that moment, pausing in the doorway upon seeing Hogun by your bedside.

"That's enough." Steve commanded, moving to the other side of the bed.

"I'm sorry." You said. "She was one of my best friends. I'm sorry. I wish I could've saved her. I had no idea. . . I didn't even know she was dead until Stephen told me after I was saved. I didn't know. . . I'm sorry."

Hogun's expression fell again, his face going into his hands. Thor strode forward, putting a kind hand on his shoulder, "I'm sorry friend. Come, you need sleep."

"I waited a thousand and seventy-three years for her." Hogun choked out. "And after one and a half fleeting years, she is gone. Why? What did I-"

"Come." Thor said gently, leading Hogun out of the room as your eyes teared up again.

Wanda kissed your forehead, "I'm sorry. Rest. Heal. We will take care of everyone from here."

You just nodded. Wanda carefully took the baby girl who was wide awake and looking rather upset into her arms.

Your bottom lip trembled as you were left in the room with Steve and Loki. You looked at Steve. "I could've gotten us out. I could've gotten us out after she had the baby. I could've. . . I could've used Loki's gift. I could've created a key to our doors. I could've gotten us out! It's my fault! Fuck why-"

"Shh." Steve said, wrapping his arms around you, pulling you into a much needed hug on both ends. "It's not your fault cookie."

You had missed that nickname so much. You sobbed into his shoulder.

Loki put a soft hand on your shoulder and after a few moments, you finally managed to lean back to look at him.

"It is not your fault my Queen. We are the ones that were unable to find you for so long." Loki admitted this with shame and Steve looked away, knowing it was hard enough for Loki to admit this with him there.

"How did you?" You asked.

Loki was silent for a long time before he said, "Two months after you were taken, Buster found a chip in the backyard. He brought it in and it was going to get thrown away, thinking it was junk. Luckily, Tony recognized it as a HYDRA chip. What I understood from his lengthy scientific monologue was that it was like an address chip. Unfortunately, there was quite a bit of damage to it along with dog slobber and rain. Tony worked day and night on it until he finally got it working two weeks later. Of course, he crashed for three whole days afterwards before he woke up to tell us how it worked. And then. . . and then Elizabeth. . ."

Loki actually choked on his words there, pausing, swallowing hard.

Elizabeth had been such a big part of your lives and you hadn't even realized it till now. She had affected everyone, living here.

Steve finished, "We managed to track down where you were a week ago. Unfortunately, there were so many defenses and. . . well we had to take them down one by one. It was a lengthy process and I'm sorry. I wish we could have. . . I wish we had. . . I'm sorry Y/N."

You shook your head, "I'm here. I'm safe. We're all-"

You choked on that. No, you were not all safe. "W-what happened to Fury?"

"He was in a coma for a while." Loki answered. "He's fine now. He'll want to see you soon, I'm sure."

"An- And Rhodey?" You whispered. "James."

"We buried him a week after." Steve whispered, squeezing your hand, "I'm sorry you couldn't be there. If you feel up to it, Tony and you can go to visit his grave tomorrow."

You nodded, tears coming to your eyes for what felt like the millionth time. "I wish I could've told him I loved him. But he- he died alone!"

Steve and Loki hugged you at the same time and you clung to them pathetically. You sobbed into their shoulders, wishing you could forget all of your pain. Wishing that you could be stronger for them, the way that you had promised James that you would in your cell at HYDRA.

One day. Maybe if you just had one proper day to mourn, things would be better after that.

Your time in the cells had been like time stopping. Nothing was real. Nothing continued. Now, you were continuing. One proper day to mourn and you would be alright.

"How was F.R.I.D.A.Y. compromised in the first place?" You sniffled, wiping your eyes and running nose.

Loki's face hardened, "The damn trash rat."

Steve sighed, "It was harmless, in hindsight. Rocket. . . he got into Tony's lab and messed with some equipment. It was just supposed to be a prank, see how long it took for the brilliant genius to realize all his passwords had been changed. . . but because of it, F.R.I.D.A.Y. was down so. . ."

"Tony did try to kill the thing." Loki said thoughtfully.

Steve glared at Loki, "Rocket feels terrible about it. More than terrible. He's absolutely appalled by what happened. It was just. . . "

"A freak accident." You finished in a whisper.

There was silence in the room.

"C-Can everyone come back in? And then um, Thor can tell us who the baby's father is?" You whispered.

"Sure." Steve said, hugging you tightly before kissing you again on the forehead. He moved out of the room, coming back with everyone.

Everyone sat around your bed, making sure they were touching you in someway. A hand on your shin, holding your hand. Sam was hugging you from behind again.

"They're twins." Thor said softly. His light was gone, a depressing gloom settled around him. You knew he was hurting for his friend of centuries. "Fraternal. One is Tony's. The others is Rhodey's."

You dissolved right back into tears.

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acaplaya-musings · 1 year ago

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Voiceplay Visuals: Little Mermaid Medley

I already knew right from the start that this was going to be a long post, but how am I only just now realizing that the video itself is like nearly 8 minutes long? Like I knew the Wicked Medley was one of Voiceplay's longer-length videos, but somehow I never realised that this video is in fact longer by 10 seconds! (I guess it's just so good that I never noticed!) God I hope I don't hit the picture limit on this one, because I have a lot to talk about, so let's begin!

Bit of a far cry from the Moana Medley 3 years prior, hey? (This was released in September 2020 btw). I may be wrong, but I believe this is called "we have a bigger budget now" 😂

Right, so Eli (already doing a subtle Eyebrow Raise, might I add), is dressed as Flounder, Rachel is of course Ariel, J is repping Sebastian, Layne is Chef Louis (I think that's his name), and Geoff went freaking all-out as Ursula (aka "Geoffsula"). The hair! The necklace! The airbrushing on the skin! (Seriously that ain't just a standard layer of face/body paint, there is shading going on there!)

(Also what's up with the green wristbands which I've never really acknowledged till now?)

J and Rachel echoing the "heave ho!" bit to each other (gonna try and limit my screencap-taking just a little bit, because I'll probably end up including a ton anyway)

Rachel slipped on that bracelet really smoothly, is it just me? Like girl how did you do that so easily?

Love the little detail of Rachel throwing up the fork (aka "dinglehopper") and it not coming down again. No clue how they did it

(Also that is a very pretty bracelet. And cute necklace!)

I wasn't exactly searching for this screencap, but I felt like I had to include it when I paused on it!

Layne "blowing bubbles" out his mouth!

I love J's little dance moves here 😄

Geoff on air bass again! (representing the line "the plaice play the bass")

Whose idea was this? 😂 (Layne was in charge of both the arrangement and the video, I'm guessing it was him?) And then Voiceplay stuck it on a shirt and made it into merch! (And also for J's farewell party, they got him a cake that had a picture of snail!J on it!)

We're about to get into my favourite part! (Also cool painting!)

Eli and J hamming it up as Flotsam and Jetsam 😝

J's face makes me laugh every time 😆

Purple flames in his eyes! (Voiceplay used a very similar effect last year, on Geoff again, during the Hellfire video)

Hang on what was that little move that J just did there?

"This one longing to be thinner, this one wants to get the girl, and do I help them?"

"Yes indeed"

(Also fun fact: the woman shown here is Rachel Evans, one third of the singing group The American Sirens, who collaborated with Geoff a year later on his cover of Mele Kalikimaka, and the man is her husband!)

"They come flocking to my cauldron crying SPELLS!" "Ursula please!"

(Also shoutout to Eli for the lighting design! He always does such a fantastic job!)

The colouration/tint of the lighting does really interesting things to Geoff's blueish skin colour in this video. In some shots the skin is a really vibrant colour (e.g. see a couple of the shots above), whereas in others, like this one ^ here, it almost looks close to regular skin tone.

This little moment greatly pleases my drama/theatre kid heart 😁

Not talking about vocals not talking about vocals not talking about vocals not talking about-

Okay but the signature bit was very cool, and definitely feels like something Voiceplay would not have been able to do back in 2017

Pfft 😂

Also the lighting here is making Geoff's hair (which got coloured grey for this video) look almost blonde!

Cool smoke effects!

(Also the only reason I haven't done fanart of "Geoffsula" (other than the fact that I don't wanna keep drawing him in black outfits) is that I would not be able to do the skin colouration justice here. Shoutout to Rick Underwood for the makeup!)

"Sing" (sir you're not allowed to look that pretty while looking like that!)

Yeah nah yeah they really went off with the effects on this one

I am getting dangerously close to the image limit and I don't wanna have to split this into two posts, but Layne's whole Les Poissons bit is comedy gold and screencaps don't do it justice anyway

To quote Elizabeth Zharoff: "it takes a confident man to Seagull!" 😂

Love Rachel's awkward-yet-cute little wave at the start of Kiss The Girl (and her dancing a bit further into the song!

Confusion(tm) 🤣

Firstly, Rachel's acting is 100% on-point, and second of all, I love Geoff's evil smirk here, doubly confirming that Rachel is being Vanessa, aka Ursula in disguise!

And now that "Ariel" has got her voice back, everyone else is super happy/animated, while "Ursula" is very subdued. Visual storytelling!

Just managed to avoid the image limit, thank goodness! Also J pops a bubble right at the end 😁

It's hard for me to say whether this is one of Voiceplay's best medleys or not, because how can you compare it to the Boy Band Medley or Trapped or A Chance To Fly? But I will say it is very deserving of the 5.5 million views it currently sits at on YouTube. A lot of effort went into both the arrangement and the video (well done Layne!), and honestly when it comes to Disney stuff, Voiceplay never fails!

#voiceplay #acapella #little mermaid medley #the little mermaid medley #geoff castellucci #eli jacobson #layne stein #j none #rachel potter #acaplaya analysis #voiceplay visuals

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twinsandselfships · 8 months ago

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First (?) Meeting

(platonic) ship: 🐚 best ocean friends (Rick Shades & Amica Nemona)

Finally! Some context! :D :D

SPOILERS for "Epithet Erased: Prison of Plastic"!

"...Odi? Odi!!"

Rick Shades turned around at the direction of the sudden call, and so did Giovanni and Molly, who were walking beside him along the waterfront of Sweet Jazz City. A pink-haired girl (coral pink, to be precise) was running up to them, holding her long skirt up a little. She panted as she finally came close, her eyes fixed on Rick.

"Odi! Wha-What happened, where were you?" The girl huffed a little, but was still determined to get the words out. "I left you on the beach, but when I came back, you-- you weren't there! Oh, but I'm glad you're okay though!"

Molly's eyes widened. If this person knew Rick's real name, they must've known him from WAY before. The dusky skin, the brightly coloured hair... This lady must've been from Ocean Country! How did she get here? Did she also float on the ocean surface for three days? Then Molly looked at Giovanni, who was squinting at the scene. The curly-haired girl tensed a bit. Rick didn't tell Giovanni about his past yet. Giovanni didn't know about Odi. She imagined it wasn't the best way to reveal it like that. Molly looked at Rick, wondering if he had an idea of how to get around this situation.

"Hmm? O-Odi? Who's Odi???" Rick grinned at the newcomer, but Molly still noticed the nervous twitch in his voice. Giovanni was ever unaware.

The coral-haired girl, pretty short but probably at least 18 by Molly's intuition-based calculations, froze with her mouth slightly open. In disbelief, she shook her head, not taking her eyes off of the purple man.

"W-what? B-but you are Odi!"

"AHAHAHAHAAA!" He threw his head back, his laugh loud but joyless. Instantly, he snapped his head into its normal position, smiling at the strange girl with wide eyes. "Whatever do you mean? My name is Rick Shades!" Rick said in a cheerful tone, and Molly caught his quick glance at Giovanni before he looked at the coral-haired stranger again. "And what's your name?! Want to be f r i e n d s???"

The probably-not-such-a-stranger winced away at Rick's odd behaviour. She weakly shook her head again. Molly felt bad for kinda ruining this reunion for Rick. Or... Did he really not remember this person?

"B-but I am your friend! I'm--" The lady got interrupted by Rick's loud, obnoxious gasp.

"You ARE???" The guy turned his head to look at Giovanni and Molly. "Did you hear that?! She called herself my friend!! That's means I'm her friend! We're friends!!!" His grin grew even bigger as he fixed his unnaturally wide-open eyes on the lady and strongly shook her hand with two of his. She was surprised, but didn't try to pull her hands away from his. Then, Rick suddenly stopped. He stopped moving altogether for a couple of seconds, making the lady uneasy with his blank stare. He looked up at the sky, as if expecting something to happen. The black lightning, Molly thought. It didn't strike!

Rick lowered his head, looking into nowhere as his eyes adjusted and his mind wandered. His sight fell on the lady's hand, which he was still holding. There was a simple bracelet on it, made of tiny lilac and purple shells. Rick (or was it Odi now?) breathed out shakily.

"... Ami?"

Slower than usual, two black static-y hearts appeared in front of the lady's and Rick's chests respectively, with a black, slightly erratic string connecting them. Rick looked "Ami" in the eyes. And this time, finally, she saw Odi looking back at her through the darkness of the sunglasses.

"Whaaaaat is happening," Giovanni asked, which was pretty fair on his side. But Molly couldn't have that.

"Oh, uh-- Look, boss! Isn't that Dark Star? We should go say hi!" She pointed somewhere down the street, where there was actually 0 Dark Stars, but looking for him would make for a good distraction, at least.

"Where?!" Giovanni immediately headed to where Molly was pointing. "And don't forget, we should use normal names in public!"

"Got it!" The minion followed the boss, briefly turning to Rick to give him a thumbs up. She didn't like lying to Giovanni, but... she didn't have to feel bad about lying anymore! She's a bad guy! Besides, it was for the greater good.

Odi smiled back at the girl and nodded. He looked at Ami, still unsure how to react. She was standing there awkwardly as well, but she was quicker, throwing her arms around the purple-haired guy.

"You do remember! It's... It's really you!" She hugged him, pressing her head against his chest.

How long has it been since Rick got a genuine hug? He did hug someone fairly recently, but didn't get a hug in return or anything. The gesture was always coming from him. He doesn't even remember if Amica ever hugged him like that, but... it seems that she really missed him. And oh boy, has he missed her. And genuine hugs.

And so, he slowly, carefully, as if this reunion was so fragile that he was afraid of breaking it, placed his arms on her shoulders. Hugging back. It's really her! His friend from way back when! She didn't abandon or forget him, she still held on to the string connecting their souls, she still remembered... Odi. She remembered Odi. She was friends with Odi. Oh no.

The sudden terrible thought made Rick pull Amica away (he didn't want to, so the pull was very light, almost subtle). She looked him in the eyes. It almost made this much harder.

"L-listen...", he stuttered and gulped. No, no, he had to pull himself together. “It’s been, uh, a while, so— Could we start over? Yes, we should start over! Definitely!” The more he spoke, the more confidence he put on. A weird smile gradually creeped up his face. A smile Amica didn’t recognize.

“Start over… what?”

“Our friendship! It’s a new surface world, and a new surface life, after all.” Rick’s voice sounded chipper, but also painfully strained, like a rope pulling a massive weight. He didn’t want to throw away a connection that lasted this long, he really didn’t. But he didn’t know what else to do. What if she had to fight Odi? What if Odi had to fight her?

“What do you… Wait. Is this about earlier? Are you… pretending to be someone else here?”

“AHAHA THAT’S A FUNNY THOUGHT!” Rick yelled right in her face, causing her to jump away. “No no, I’m just a completely new person, and so I am in dire need of some fRiEnDs!” He stared at Amica intently, without blinking. She stepped away, feeling uneasy. It was a stare she wasn’t familiar with. Rick’s heart hurt seeing her like this, yet his odd smile was unwavering.

Rick cleared his throat and stretched out his hand to the pink-haired lady. “My name is Rick Shades. Would you like to—”

“But you don’t have to pretend in front of me, Odi.” She put on a caring smile, despite the off-putting behavior she just witnessed. “No one is around.” She gasped. “Unless there are guards up here, too?”

“Hmmm? Who is this Odi you speak of?” Rick looked at her with a very convincing innocent look. But it hurt him to say these things. Why did it hurt so much? It was supposed to protect them both from pain. So why, why did it hurt?

“D-don’t do this again!” The coral-haired lady clenched her fists. “Do you want me just— just to forget about Odi?”

“Oh, yes, do that!” Rick nodded eagerly through the pain.

What was Amica to think? She put her hands to her chest, feeling tears building up as her throat was already getting sore. She really hoped she was mistaken, but… she had to make sure.

“You… You don’t want to be friends with me anymore, do you?” Please let it not be the case. Please, please, please.

“Wha-WHAAT?! Of COURSE not! Didn’t you hear what I, Rick Shades, wizard extraordinaire, just said?” He shoved his outstreched hand to her face, as if to make sure she saw it. “I’m in dire need of some frieeends!”

Like magic, tears evaporated from Amica’s eyes. Well, thank goodness her suspicions were wrong. Still, this was all waaaay too confusing. She paused, mulling the situation over.

“… So. You want me to forget Odi?”

“Yes!”

“But you still want to be friends with me?”

“YESSS!” Rick nodded frantically. Amica wondered how his neck didn’t snap from this rapid movement. She should’ve been put off again, but she was honestly impressed instead.

Wait, no time for that!

Amica squinted as she looked this “Rick” guy over, from head to toe. She crossed her arms.

“Alright then. I still don’t know what this is about, but… If you think that anything will get me to leave you, think again! We ain’t getting separated again, you hear?” She pointed her index finger at Rick, then shook his hand with no hesitation. “I suppose it’s nice to meet you, Rick Shades.”

#🐚 best ocean friends #selfship #platonic selfship #safeship #safeshipping #safeship community #selfshipping #selfship community #our writing

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santa--mozzarella · 1 year ago

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one shot: queer awakening

When Giulia pulls up outside of the old apartment building in a Fiat Uno that is just a few years older than she is, she knows she is the last to arrive. She had met the other girls through various facebook groups, wanting to stay out of university accomodation to save a bit of money. They had found a flat big enough for four, in an apartment building that seemed to be halfway through falling down; the rent was cheap, and the landlord accepted them without delay. Giulia knew she was the last to arrive, because the three other girls were stood on the curb in the baking late-September heat, waving at her as she stepped out of the car.

Angelia and Patrizia introduce themselves, and then volunteer to grab a bag each out of the trunk of the car, lugging them inside. Giulia reached for the suitcase, knowing it to be the heaviest bag, as the last girl steps forward.

"I'm Lucrezia," She smiles, flicking a wave of hair like black satin over her shoulder. "But my friends call me Lucrè."

Joking, Giulia asks, "What should I call you, then?"

"Call me Lucrè, of course." She beams, and then turns to get the door, her sundress flaring out in a fan as she spins towards the building.

Giulia finds that her eyes are drawn to Lucrè; she takes the day to unpack, venturing into the kitchen into the evening. Angelia is attempting to push the windows open as far as they will go, dangling precariously over the ledge whilst Patrizia sautées cubes of beef, a sunny yellow tea-towel hung over her shoulder. Lucrè is chopping onions and garlic with a practised hand and she smiles warmly when she asks, "We're making beef ragù. Wanna join?"

Giulia does want to join. She takes her place next to Lucrè, pulling the green tops from a basketful of vine tomatoes, giving the other girl a small, almost nervous smile as she begins to work.

She thinks she's jealous of her. Lucrè and her oil slick of long hair that hangs perfectly straight down her back, and her dark, warm eyes, the colour of which Giulia tries to recreate every day with her morning coffee, but can never get quite right. Lucrè seems comfortable in her skin, confidence radiating from her every little movement. It's jealousy, Giulia is sure of it. She wants to be that confident. She wants to be that sure of who she is.

Angelia and Patrizia are both studying history; as the four of them walk into campus together, they deposit the historians at their building, and she and Lucrè carry on. Lucrè's building is the furthest away, but she lingers with Giulia at the door to the physical sciences building, finishing their conversation before she heads towards the natural sciences department. She seems to know everyone, even after just the first few weeks of classes. She waves at a few passers-by, smiles at a few others, and Giulia feels that tightness in her chest that she often feels around Lucrè, the envy that she can't seem to subdue.

"Why botany?" Giualia asks her, as they sit in the shade of the trees that border the Piazzale della Minerva in late November. Lucrè had been showing Giualia one of her textbooks, marvelling at the intricate diagrams inside - chloroplasts rendered in minute detail, xylem and phloem inked in unnatural pink and blue.

"My parents own a vineyard." Lucrè answers. "I never really had a back garden, just rows and rows of grapes. And I suppose I'm just fascinated by them. How they work. How they're alive, even if they don't quite seem it at first."

"I've never actually been to a vineyard." Giulia admits, and immediately Lucrè sits up straighter, grabbing at Giualia's hand.

"You should come visit! I mean, not in winter - it's boring in winter. But in the spring, when everything starts to bloom... It's gorgeous," She beams. "You'll love it."

"You should come visit the sea with me," Giulia says immediately, and then internally panics, wondering why on earth she'd said that, and with such urgency. She flushes. She hates herself. She adds, trying to save face, "I mean, if you get tired of all that greenery."

"I'd like that." Lucrè grins, as warm and sure as ever. Giulia's shoulders inch down from her ears. "I don't get to go to the seaside much."

Angelia and Patrizia are going to Paris for Easter break; they leave early in the morning, so that only Giualia and Lucrè are up for breakfast at a decent hour. Giulia places Lucrè's suitcase next to hers in the back of the Uno, and they set off on the six hour drive to the vineyard.

The time passes quickly with the windows down and the Uno's terrible sound system blaring tinny pop music. Lucrè sings at the top of her lungs, and the tightness in Giulia's chest doesn't shift the entire journey, knowing she cannot be as in-the-moment as Lucrè is.

The land is flat and green, expanding outward seemingly endlessly, a Big Bang of tall grass and taller vines not too far away from Verona. Giulia tries to tuck the Uno out of the way as she parks on Lucrè's parents driveway, and she steps outside into the warm, spring air.

In the morning she follows Lucrè down rows and rows of trellices, the vines sprouting leaves, though the grapes have yet to show themselves. It's pretty, but nothing will ever be as beautiful to Giulia as the wide expanse of the sea, the hazy line where it mights the sky.

Lucrè turns to look over her shoulder at Giulia, smiling wide as they head towards the bottom of the fields, and the place seems suddenly far more beautiful than it did before.

After two weeks, they pack up the car again and head south, for an even longer drive. It's early evening by the time they reach Baia Foca, and Massimo has a table of food waiting, Luna hanging around by the entryway, nervous in the way she often is out of her seal-skin. Lucrè greets them as if they're old friends, and by the time the plates are cleared away it feels as though they are.

"Can we jump?" Lucrè asks, peering over the edge of the cliffs just along the road from Giulia's home. They aren't too high. Giulia has jumped from them a million times before.

But Giulia is distracted, her eyes downcast, trying not to stare at Lucrè's long legs, her deep olive skin. She blinks, looking up from the ground, and nods. "Of course."

"Hold my hand?" Lucrè asks, extending one hand back towards her.

Giulia's heart hammers, though she doesn't know why. The cliffs aren't too high. She's jumped from them a million times before. It's silly.

"Of course." She says again, taking Lucrè's hand.

On the count of three, they leap. As they hit the water, their hands come apart. Giulia sinks down a little, opening her eyes under the water. Swimming doesn't come quite as naturally to her out of her seal-skin, her legs feeling clumsy and too heavy in the water, but she still takes comfort from being under the surface. She looks around, finding Lucrè not too far away, her eyes squeezed tight shut.

Giulia swims towards her, reaching for Lucrè's hands with hers as her arms flail. She grabs her, and pulls them both up to the surface.

"That was amazing!" Lucrè gasps as they break the water, pushing a curtain of hair out of her eyes.

Giulia loves her. She's still holding Lucrè's hands, her legs kicking to keep her afloat. It isn't envy; she was stupid to think so. She loves her. Her dark eyes shine like amber in the mid-afternoon sun and Giulia wants to kiss her, more than anything. She didn't know she could feel that way about another girl. She wonders if she ever has before, and she just didn't know it. How special Lucrè is, she thinks, to have made her realise it fully.

"Want to do it again?" She asks instead, grinning when Lucrè nods emphatically.

Another two weeks pass. They sit on the top of the cliff they had jumped from, cross-legged, looking out over the sea. "So - what do you think of the seaside?" Giulia asks. Making conversation is the only thing that distracts her from the desire to reach out and hold Lucrè's hand, or tuck her hair behind her ear, or worse. Even then, it isn't the best distraction.

"I like it." Lucrè nods. The setting sun behind her casts her in a burnt orange glow. "I think I got lucky, though. I had the best tour guide."

"If you wouldn't mind leaving a review, that would be great." Giulia jokes. Silence hangs between them for a moment; they look at each other, gazes lingering. And then Giulia takes a deep breath, standing, and holds a hand down to Lucrè. It's selfish; it's self-indulgent. She does it anyways. "We should go help with dinner."

Lucrè takes her hand, and hauls herself to her feet. She doesn't let go once she's up; she pulls Giulia closer, pressing their lips together, soft and chaste and brief. When she pulls back she smiles, tugging at Giulia's hand. "Come on, then."

Giulia goes willingly, following in her wake.

#since this does not in any way fit the brief imma post it as a one shot instead lmao #( journal. )

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lil-e-sideblog · 1 year ago

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woah. what are you doing here

hey. if youre here im cool with it! just uh. keep mention of it off my main. i'm keeping all the content i post on my main separate to what goes here, so don't worry about that i guess

prefacing this with this blog is 18+, but its not explicitly nsfw.

it definitely potentially will be at times but its not going to be EXPLICITLY so, if that makes any sense. not much nudity, but stuff will be Big. if there is nudity i'll obviously tag it as such.

this is just my sideblog for gts/giantess stuff. also with stuff like. hyper sizes and stuff of that nature yknow? theres lots here. itll make sense eventually. i gotta flesh more stuff out, but. yknow

anyways, under the readmore will be more details about my sona for this stuff. the tl;dr is that Cool 9 Foot Transgender Robot Lady who gets bigger. and a lot of it is STILL a work in progress, so stuff is subject to change and updates, as well as just generally fleshing the idea out. we're gettin there!

lotta this is ultra mega super self indulgent so like. dont worry bout it too much. and its still all being fleshed out with friends and the like

anyway!

art is by @/prime-bewbs, her stuff is fantastic so please give her a look!

unit name: LIL-E "Lillie" (she/her)

height: 9'0, variable (we'll get into it!)

she's also a lesbian. cause yknow. women

LIL-E is a robotic body that hosts an AI upload of her creator's mind, effectively acting as a brand new body. essentially, she "pilots" the robot body, but for all intents and purposes, that's just her body now. this was for numerous reasons, mostly just for the desire for a new form. (as for why she's 9 feet - well, why not?). she goes by her old name, "lillie", just for the sake of ease.

her body is made out of a, self described, "compound element fuckery" that allows it to look and feel similar to skin, yet still be quite different. most notably in the ability to rapidly change sizes - but we'll get to that! there's also some light face panel lines/lines in the arms, which can

her eyes are displays, which can change eye colours/pupils and also display various different imagery. (yes, she can run and display doom. and lots of other stuff!) the core "gem" in her chest is also something that can change colour, and is just there for visual flair.

her power source is that of a white hole reactor, effectively allowing for a infinite energy supply. white holes *create* mass, after all. it's stored in her main body area, which also allows her cleavage to be a bit of a hammerspace. thats right. cool sword pulled out of boobs, baby

this reactor helps to allow the material objects of her to grow. which, she grows by absorbing electricity/general energy! (kinda working on this, still. bear with me) by utilizing this energy, she not only grows in height, but also in curves (bust/waist/you have it). the justification she gives is that "the energy has to go somewhere, and they act as safety", but really she just thinks it's hot really cool.

this, in turn, adds to her main "job", which is protecting various people in cities and areas from monsters, big bads, or whathaveyou in general! she effectively just fights to keep people safe from various attacks and disasters, working with whatever's needed. this is also supplemented by the armor dock-ons she has, which she also calls forth when needed. (these, unfortunately, are not designed YET. we'll make a cool combat form yet...) there's a variety of them! it's all cool.

these slot onto the arms/legs/etc. to kind of create an "armored" state. these armors can be modified in how they dock to create different modes - focusing on melee combat, long range modes, or a sword mode. there's funnels mounted on these armor bits as well that can fly off for various uses (such as a shield), as well as hi-nu esque wings to allow for flight

her panel lines glow a soft green when she's in this state, and her hair's bundled up into a ponytail. lastly, she gets a sick pair of shades, and an optional mask "covering" if the fight calls for it. she can use these armors for either casual fights or serious jobs, whatever calls for it. (there's a berserk/hyper mode she can enter too, where the hair flows out freely and the inner frame turns rainbow, but that's rare/not developed JUST yet...)

also, she's got a soundboard. yes, she can play cool music during a fight. fuck yeah

she's easygoing and upbeat, but also enjoys being smug about her size, both in her 9 foot form and even bigger. smushin people (gently, of course, we're not into snuff here), looming over them, the works. she has fun with it, after all!

also she's transgender fuck you.

AGAIN A LOT OF THIS IS A WIP SO LIKE. bear with me i guess! its subject to change/getting a proper "ref" sheet made/whatever. i literally only started making her last week anyway. work it out yknow? we'll get there

thanks 4 reading love u :]

#gts #sizetumblr #im very nervous about this so bear with me lmfao. but also. fuck it we ball #gts oc

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nikarmy · 4 years ago

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Equilibration ~ Prologue

Masterlist

Pairing: Waterbender! Jungkook x fem!Firebender Reader feat platonic!Bts

Genre: The Last Airbender Au, fluff, angst, kinda slowburn, s2l

Word Count: 1.7k

Warnings: judgemental stares in public, cursing, slight inner aggressiveness (how do you call that?), self hatred, mentions and descriptions of war, childhood trauma, flashbacks, reader is insecure af, mentions of killed people and humans screaming out of fear,

The looks from the passengers started to intimidate you.

How should one react to unwanted attention? Stare back, insult them, ask them what's wrong, or put their powers to good use and knock them down? Fuck no. That's not the right thing to do.

But the old lady in the olive robe has been fixating her gaze on you since she entered the train, only stopping her inspection when a young man offered his seat to her 5 minutes ago. Unfortunately, as soon as she made herself comfortable on the metal bench, she restarted her action.

Her face looks remarkably punchable to you right now.

Red was never your favourite colour.

In fact, you despise it, even though it perfectly described you.

Anger, Aggressiveness and Harshness. Perhaps that's why you've been considered as a prodigy and as one of the most gifted trainees back in the fire nation. You are basically the embodiment of the hot flames, symbolizing destruction and war.

You hate it. And now your red attire made you hate the colour even more, as the result was having judging looks on you all the time.

Teachers, parents and elders of the fire nation always tell stories and legends about the benders of their kind, emphasizing their heroic actions, and everyone listens to them attentively.

Although you know these stories by heart, you longed for more, for a view outside of the borders that separate your people from the other elements.

You read folk stories of waterbenders, earthbenders and airbenders, satisfying your curiosity by practically studying their culture.

But the more you learned about the peaceful water tribe, the disciplined people of the earth kingdom and the imaginative

air nomads, the more you felt ashamed about the fire nation, about yourself.

The insecurities grew as your father forced you to join the military as a soon – to – be soldier at the tender age of 8. He wanted to “use your abilities to good use”, so you just went with the flow and trained along with other talented students, destined to end the war in a brutal way and make their parents proud.

Years went by, and not too long ago, marking a week now to be exact, you went on your first “mission” to a city of the earth kingdom, whose name you don't even know, to occupy them and take over their land in a brutal way.

The pictures of killed people and destroyed houses are engraved to your brain, highlighted by the destructive flames surrounding a once peaceful town. You'll never forget the children screaming on top of their lungs and the parents begging for their lives.

The next sleepless nights you sat at your desk and started making plans on how to escape the fire nation, whilst writing a goodbye note to your family and trying to persuade them to not search after you.

And now, days later, you are standing in a train to Ba Sing Se, not even having a clue on what to do next. Your backpack consists of a bottle of water, some sparing clothes (but still not much), your toothbrush and money.

Finally you hear the male voice on the speaker say the awaited words: “Ba Sing Se Central Station”. You leave out a sigh you didn't even know you were holding, glad to be at your destiny and also glad to get out of the stinking train with the rude old lady.

During your targetless walk through the city, you notice a lot of eyes on you, and to be honest, you don't blame them, you hate firebenders too.

So you guess a new start also means a new appearance, right? Luckily you walk past a thrift shop. Its appearance is very pretty, the building is made out of wood and warm tones, the curtains which could be seen behind the big windows were a light shade of green, above the small door you could see golden calligraphy spelling “Kim's Thrift Shop” in all it's pride. It's not modern, but it looks comfortable.

At exactly that moment you choose to enter and change your black and red attire to search for one with a colour that is much less hated, like blue, yellow or green.

Entering the shop you immediately face a young man behind the counter, and you swear you've never seen a more handsome human being before.

He had perfect features, his broad shoulders and his tall figure instantly catching your attention. His raven black hair was voluminous. He could easily pass as a prince.

As much as you drooled over him as a result of his striking lineaments, he looked at you, well, weirdly. That wouldn't surprise you if he looked at you like you were his enemy, just like the other people here, but he stared at you, like you were some kind of god. Like he is genuinely happy that you entered the store. His eyes light up with hope.

“FUCKING FINALLY! NAMJOON LOCK THE DOORS!”

What. The. Hell.

Never in your life have you been so confused. Does he want to kidnap you? Oh fuck he wants to kill you.

The only logical thing to do right now is turning around and leave the shop. And you do just that.

But as soon as you can grab the door knob with your right hand, another one holds it, preventing you from fleeing.

You look who this hand belongs to, and next to you stands a man with blue hair and tan skin. His biceps and height frighten you and you realize that you're in big trouble. He has a tight hold on your forearm and leads you to the backroom of the shop in a quick pace, behind you the black haired cashier.

The backroom looked comfortable, the carpeted floor creating a cozy feeling. But the atmosphere was the complete opposite.

Here you stand, surrounded by five boys. You inspect each other and you realize that two of them are airbenders.

There stands the cashier, then your eyes land on the guy who held your forearm as if his life depended on it, and a third guy who sat on the sofa. His appearance was remarkably charming, full lips, blond hair, round face and soft features, he was quite short compared to the others. All three of them have green clothing on, so you assume that they are earthbenders.

But what really catches your attention are the last two guys. They wear yellow and red robes, both of them having a blue arrow drawn through the middle of their foreheads.

You've never seen an airbender before.

“So umm sorry if we scared you back there” the blue haired guy interrupts your thoughts. “But we are really desperate for someone like you right now”

“Someone like... me?” You curiously ask.

“Yes. The guy there..”

he points to one of the airbenders. The boy has wavy dark hair and as soon the blue guy mentions him he flashes you a cute boxy smile.

“This is Tae. Short for Taehyung. He is someone special. You see, for how long has the last avatar died?”

“70 years ago.” you reply. It's true, Avatar Aang died many years ago, and that at the time the world needed him the most. If he was still here, the war could have been prevented before it even escalated.

“Yeah” he answered “Tae is the next one”.

You gasp lightly and feel your eyes coming out of their sockets from having them wide open in shock.

The avatar is standing right in front of you.

“And we are searching for different benders who can teach him in all the elements. See, we kind of established a secret alliance against the Fire Lord, to end the war. He already knows that the avatar came back and is searching for Tae like crazy, we had to move out of our hidings four times now because he always managed to find us. Now we have to find teachers quickly, the sooner the better. Tae has to learn to be a great avatar so he can fight against the Lord. We thought we would never find someone from the Fire Nation, but then you came. Are you a firebender?”

“Yes?”

“Perfect, you're exactly who we're looking for. We'll cut you a deal. Since we assume you're not a spy, we ask you to be Taes teacher in mastering the art of firebending. In return, you'll get to live with us and we'll give you food for free. Jin is a great cook. I know this is a lot of information to handle right now, but what do you think?”

You didn't even think twice about it. Even though you don't know these guys, what do you have to loose? It's not like you had plans anyway. And stopping the fire nation seems to be just the right thing for you right now. And finally you can use your skills to good use, not for war.

“I'm in.”

Later you get introduced to all of them. The Avatar, Taehyung, is an airbender, and you swear you've never seen someone who behaves this childish before. But it's not a bad childish, in fact, it makes you feel jubilant. Maybe because his bright ambience makes up for the childhood you never had, the childhood you spent in training and learning that brutality is the way to power, and power is everything.

The guy with the blue hair is Namjoon, an earthbender and Taes teacher in that field. He seems like the leader of the group, always explaining and answering your questions.

The black haired handsome guy is Jin, a nonbender. He felt very excited when you said yes to joining them.

The other airbender is Hobi and also Taes teacher, the first thing you realize about him is his very contagious smile.

The blond dude is Jimin, a nonbender who is from an earth kingdom village.One day he knocked on their door of the shop and wanted to thrift there. But instead of finding clothes, he started talking to Tae who sat behind the counter. The Avatar liked him so much that he insisted on having him join the “Gang”.

The thrift shop actually belongs to Jins aunt, and sometimes, when he's in Ba Sing Se, he has to work here. It's also a good place to hide from the Fire Lord.

“So we need a waterbender too?” you examined.

“Yes” Namjoon was the only one to answer again “We have to travel to one of the tribes to find one. It won't be that hard.”

a/n: Thanks for reading! I would like to apologize if it’s bad, I’m not very content with my writing style, but I am working on it, since it’s my first fic and I have a long way to go:) What do you think?

#jungkook x reader #jungkook fanfic #jungkook imagine #jungkook fantasy au #bts x reader #bts fic #bts imagines #bts au #bts atla au #bts fanfction

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mithranqueersmusings · 4 years ago

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I Think I'll Love You Too I

Chapter: 1/?

Rating: E

Summary: George and Ringo have been going out officially for a couple of months. Ringo anticipated that dating a stripper would be complicated, but he didn't understand exactly how complicated it would be.

Tags: Modern AU, Smut

Pairing: George Harrison/Ringo Starr (Background McLennon)

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"Are you sure about this?" Ringo asked tentatively, running the strips of leather through his fingers gently.

George gave him a look which needed no further explanation, the severity of his gaze enough to silence Ringo's worries. It hadn't been too long ago that Ringo had fantasised about having George all to himself yet now that dream had become a reality, he was nervous. Nervous about what exactly, Ringo didn't know, but ever since George had decided to reveal his extensive sex toy collection Ringo had been dreading the day he'd actually be required to use any of them. It wasn't that he didn't want to use these array of objects on George - the images they conjured in his mind kept him up late on several occasions - but he worried he wouldn't know how to do it properly. George seemed far more experienced with kinks and toys and everything really.

"We can try something else if you like." George was lying on his bed in nothing but a silk - Ringo couldn't tell whether it was real or not - dressing gown that was a deep shade of blue.

"Like what?" Ringo put the whip he'd been holding down onto the bed gently as though it had a mind of its own then scooted around to peruse through George's box once more.

"How about..." George began, scooting down the bed to get a better view "Wax?"

It took Ringo a few moments before he spotted the candles tucked away in the corner, they were thick and red like ones you might see in a horror film. Candles didn't seem that intimidating, at least compared to some of the other contraptions in here. Ringo wasn't even sure what some of them were called, and he was far too embarrassed to ask in this moment.

"Have you ever done it before?" George asked, his voice soft and sultry.

Ringo shook his head and chuckled "How hard can it be? I mean... It's candles."

"Precisely my thinking." George smiled at Ringo, quieting any anxiety he had.

"So... Uh- how do you wanna do this?" Ringo asked feeling rather helpless, picking up two of the candles from the box and giving them a smell - cherry scented, he guessed.

"Well." George began, the excitement in his voice evident, getting up from the bed and crouching beside the box "We're gonna need these."

These referred to a pair of handcuffs and two pieces of ribbon-like material which were a dark maroon colour. Ringo couldn't help himself from staring at George's face as he concentrated, his dark brows knitting together with his expression serious. Even though they'd been dating for a month or two now, Ringo still couldn't believe his luck that he was able to tie down - no pun intended - someone as stunning as George. Light stubble was brushed along his sharp jaw, only accentuating the bone further, his hair was messy yet still enticing and the paleness of his skin was clear to see as the robe slipped over his skin freely.

"We could do a blindfold too, if you wanted." George lowered his voice in concentration "Maybe some... No, I'm getting carried away."

George laughed to himself and returned back to his full height, clutching the aforementioned items before chucking them onto the bed with little consideration. Then he rummaged through his bedside table for a lighter, there was always one in the bedroom due to the cigarettes they tended to smoke after sex. Successful in his search, George threw the lighter to Ringo without warning but he managed to catch it all the same. Ringo cursed himself for feeling so flustered, but it was difficult knowing what was to come. No matter how many times he slept with George, no matter what kind of depraved acts they got up to, he still felt as anxious as the very first time; that was just the effect George had on him.

"I'm gonna hop in the bath real quick, then we can start. Okay?" George threw off his robe casually, letting the fabric slide from his smooth skin into a pile on the floor.

"Sounds like a plan." Ringo nodded, finally putting the candles down beside the bed.

Ringo watched George with hungry eyes as he sauntered off into the bathroom, the way he swung his hips made it clear to Ringo that he knew he was being looked at. The door shut with a gentle thud, leaving Ringo alone to gather his thoughts and prepare for what was to come.

"Comfortable?" Ringo asked after clicking the handcuffs together, pulling George's slim wrists to the top of the bed.

George nodded with a small smile, wiggling his limbs to test the strength of the restraints then nodded again. This was a small moment of intimacy that occurred every time they ventured into kinky territory, the calm before the storm in many ways. Ringo smiled back then flicked the lights off, leaving nothing but a lamp in the corner to light the suppleness of George's body. Ringo's nerves seemed to dissipate in the relative darkness, his breath steadying as he moved back over to the bed. First, he captured George's soft lips in a gentle kiss that quickly grew heated. George wasn't the most patient when it came to the bedroom, his teeth already pulling at Ringo's bottom lip. It took a great deal of strength for Ringo to pull away, fighting the temptation to forget all about the candles and to start spreading George open.

The candles had already been lit, sitting on the bedside table flickering slightly, and it was now that Ringo made his way over to pick one of them up. The sweet smell of cherry wafted around the room, something usually so innocent now suddenly turned erotic. The look in George's eyes was hungry, his hands were already fiddling with the handcuffs as best they could from the awkward angle, watching Ringo experimentally tilt the candle sideways so that the wax began to drip down. First it fell onto the bed, Ringo didn't want to try it directly onto George's skin at first. How much was this going to hurt? Ringo supposed he didn't really have to know, George knew and more importantly wanted desperately to feel the sensation.

"Come on..." George whined, rattling his handcuffs against the metal bedframe in protest.

Ringo moved his hand further, hovering the candle over George's hairless stomach before tilting it once more. The wax dripped down instantly, burning the soft skin for a moment before solidifying; its rich red colour made it appear almost like blood, a sight which no doubt spurred further depraved fantasies in George's mind.

"More." George demanded, his pupils dilated both from the darkness and his exponentially growing lust "And take your fucking clothes off."

Ringo gulped, unsure as to which command he was meant to follow first. It was difficult to think with this enticing display laid out before him: George's cock was beginning to harden and it made Ringo's mouth water. He decided to carry on with the candle for a few more moments, teasingly tilting the candle back and forth so that the wax never fell when George was expecting it. Ringo slowly began making a pattern which gradually grew closer to George's erection, each drop pulling a sharp hiss from his lips.

"Clothes." George repeated impatiently, it was moments like this that reminded Ringo why he'd been so intimidated by George when they'd first crossed paths.

Ringo didn't wait to be told a third time, even though George was helpless to administer any punishment even if he'd wanted to, undoing his trousers and shirt sloppily and tossing them behind him. He hadn't realised how hard he'd become until his erection sprang free from his boxers, evidently George wasn't the only one enjoying this little experiment. Candle back in hand, Ringo carefully shifted himself onto the bed to straddle George's thighs - careful to ensure they were never close enough for their cocks to brush together, that'd be making things too easy - before he tilted the candle once more. This time Ringo aimed for George's nipples which were hard with the coldness of the room, only missing by an inch or two. The second attempt was successful, landing directly onto the target, leading George to groan breathlessly.

"Feel good?" Ringo asked with a raised eyebrow, his free hand rubbing over the clean nipple.

George nodded "Stop holding back. I can take it."

Ringo smirked, jerking his wrist swiftly to administer another hot drop of wax onto his nipples "You wanna tell me where you want it, baby?"

George growled in response, a noise Ringo only heard every so often "My cock." The word sounding so filthy in George's rough tone, his tongue playing with his sharp teeth.

"You sure?" Ringo asked after a pause, his nervousness returning only slightly.

"Yes, I'm sure." George whined, thrusting his hips upwards as best he could to demonstrate his desperation "Now, do it."

Ringo couldn't deny that George's bossiness was a complete turn on, although he'd never let George know exactly how much of a turn on it truly was. He tried his best to silence the anxious thoughts plaguing his mind. Before committing to George's demand, Ringo wrapped his fingers gently around George's erection which earned him a few soft pants. Now or never, Ringo told himself before tilting the thick candle once more and letting the wax fall onto the hard cock gripped in his hand.

The noise that left George's mouth was something Ringo had never heard before, a mixture between a gasp and a deep moan, though it was certainly one he wanted to hear again (and again, and again...) It was difficult to not admire the strange beauty of the wax trickling down George's erection, which was now rock hard.

"Fuck..." Ringo couldn't keep the words from spilling from his lips, only waiting a moment or two before spilling more hot wax onto the reddening skin.

George let out a grunt, sounding far more in pain than he had previously, and for a moment Ringo worried he'd taken it too far but the look on his face was of pure ecstasy.

"More." George moaned, his wrists struggling in the constraints.

"Now, now." Ringo teased, a sly grin on his lips "There's a nicer way of asking that."

The look George gave Ringo made him very appreciative of the restraints for without them, George might've slapped him. He knew George's aggression wasn't genuine, it was just sexual frustration, but that didn't make it any less terrifying. A few moments passed in which the two of them just looked at each other, George's mouth tight with anger as he waited for Ringo to give up this act and carry on following his orders, but the time never came. Ringo only raised his eyebrows further, tilting the candle just so that it never dropped any wax.

"I'm waiting." Ringo spoke with a lilt, his grin widening.

George rolled his eyes and scoffed, looking like a disgruntled child "Please give me more, Ringo..."

"More of... what?" Ringo pushed his luck, he decided he may as well make use of George being helpless like this for as long as he could.

George's stare was deadly but it melted away when Ringo gave his cock a few loose jerks "Please pour that hot wax on my cock, please. I've been good, haven't I?"

Ringo found it difficult to refuse George whenever he opted for the mock-innocent route, so he decided to stop the teasing and snapped his wrist suddenly which led to three separate droplets of wax falling onto the sensitive skin of George's cock. George practically shrieked, his body jerking upwards but failing to move more than a few inches off the bed.

"Fuuuuck." George breathed, his eyes struggling to focus "Do that again."

For a moment Ringo debated teasing George further, but his own erection was growing uncomfortably hard and he wouldn't be able to ignore it for much longer. In a quick motion Ringo grabbed the second candle, unleashing a shower of wax down onto George. The noises were pained yet still erotic, Ringo couldn't help moaning himself as he watched the pain and pleasure washing over George's face. When George and Ringo's eyes finally met once more, Ringo could tell that George's vision was a little fuzzy.

"Can you use wax as lube?" Ringo asked, his mouth opening before he'd even considered what he was saying.

George's hazy eyes lit up "We can try."

Only now did Ringo realise the commitment he was making with that question, although it would have been foolish to pretend the idea didn't excite him thoroughly. It wasn't the smoothest transition but Ringo managed to undo the restraints on George's legs and get him into a position where the wax could drop directly onto his entrance.

"Are you sure?" Ringo asked cautiously, his free hand running circles up and down George's thigh to soothe him.

"Do it." George ordered once more, biting down on his lip.

Ringo shut off the barrage of voices telling him to stop, that this was taking things too far, and let his wrist flop down. George was incapable of making a sound, his mouth agape with only sharp breaths pouring out. However much it hurt, Ringo was certain he didn't want to know, but it was clear that George approved of whatever it was he was experiencing.

"Jesus." George panted "Feels so fucking good."

"Oh yeah?" Ringo asked, letting another two drops fall onto his hole "Tell me."

"Fuck!" George yelped, his wrists rattling in the handcuffs "Hurts so much... Don't stop."

Ringo tried to ignore the potential contradiction, pressing his finger roughly inside before spilling more wax from above; a drop fell onto Ringo's finger and stung for a moment or two before the pain subsided. George was falling apart before him, sweat dripping from his forehead and sticking his dark hair onto the skin in strands.

"I don't need your fingers." George squirmed "I want your cock, Ringo. Now."

"It's not-" Ringo began but George silenced him with a glare "Alright."

Ringo shifted himself on his knees, pumping his finger a few more times before pulling it out entirely. It didn't take too long for Ringo to learn the telling signs of when George was getting close: his toes would start curling, he'd bite his lip just hard enough to draw a drop or two of blood and his eyes would grow so dark, the pupil engulfing the iris completely.

Even Ringo was getting too frustrated to be overtly considerate, letting the wax fall liberally down onto George's arse, coating his cock and his entrance as a cacophony of moans and shrieks filled the room. It was getting to a point that Ringo was concerned that George might break the handcuffs completely, the skin on his wrists clearly irritated.

"Ringo..." George cooed, it was impossible for Ringo not to be enticed by his own name being said so sweetly "I want you inside me."

No further words were needed, Ringo spit into his hand and lathered up his cock before lining up with George's entrance, now covered with red wax. Fortunately it hadn't solidified completely and Ringo was able to fashion a makeshift lube out of the soft wax and his own spit, it wasn't his most dignified moment but in the heat of the moment all he needed was to feel his cock stretching George out. As the head pushed past the tight ring of muscle George began clawing at the bedframe, sweat dripping from his skin as he moaned at the sensation.

"I swear you get fucking bigger every time." George breathed, his hand gripping the metal frame to expel some tension.

"I'm not getting bigger, you're getting tighter." Ringo groaned, thrusting himself in deeper as the smell of cherries wafted into his nose.

It was difficult to move at first, the lube was hardly effective and without any preparation it was a struggle. More spit was needed and eventually more wax, Ringo was as careful as he could manage to not drop any onto his own cock but it was only possible to a certain extent; the further they went the more he found himself enjoying the burning sensation although he was certain he wouldn't be able to endure as much as George had.

"Not complaining are you?" George cocked an eyebrow and pulling Ringo closer towards him with his legs.

Ringo moaned gruffly "You know I'm not."

"Fuck me harder, then." George began writhing again, desperate for his own cock to be touched.

It was a complete sensory overload: the cherry scent so strong now that Ringo's head was swimming, the wax occasionally catching on his skin which would cause him to suddenly thrust forward into George who was so tight that Ringo wanted to scream. George was practically wailing at this point, his lip smeared with red as he tried to keep his eyes locked on Ringo's as he fucked him deeper.

"I feel like I'm gonna pass out." Ringo admitted, the fuzziness of his mind slurring his speech just slightly.

George looked concerned for a moment, it wasn't often that his sultry persona was shaken but it was difficult to hide; Ringo reassured him with a weak smile, gripping onto George's thigh and quickening his thrusts. He was getting close, George seemed to have been on the edge of orgasm for an impossible amount of time.

"I'm close, I'm close." Ringo repeated, cascading more wax down onto the few areas of George's chest that were still bare before blowing out the candle entirely and chucking it onto the bedside table as accurately as he could manage.

"Touch me." George pleaded, barely able to keep his eyes open.

Ringo wrapped his hand once more around George's coated cock, the wax had started to crumble and create a mess all over the bed but neither of them paid any attention. The intensity of his incoming orgasm almost scared Ringo, he'd never felt anything like it before. George hadn't stopped babbling, whether he was whining for release or muttering incoherent yet clearly filthy things.

"Need your fucking cum." George managed to speak with some clarity "Fuck! Give it to me, give it to me... I want your cum."

Ringo gripped George's leg tighter for some stability, expelling his final burst of energy as he fucked into him roughly and sloppily. Both were groaning, dripping with sweat and wax and desperation. If Ringo had known this experience would be this enjoyable, he would've suggested it sooner.

"Shit, shit." Ringo panted "I'm close."

"Mmmm." George whined, his voice nearly wrecked "Come on, baby, give it to me. I wanna feel your hot cum deep inside me. Please, please, please, make me dirty. I wanna be dirty for you."

"Fuuuucking hell." Ringo's hips stuttered as he chased his orgasm, his eyes shut tight as the ever-familiar sensation began deep in his stomach "You're unbelievable, George."

Then he was coming, the orgasm striking Ringo with such an intensity that he released a noise he didn't even know he was capable of making. With these final shreds of energy Ringo desperately jerked George's cock until he was finishing too, shooting cum all over his wax-covered skin. The climax hit like a huge wave, crashing into the both of them as utter ecstasy washed over their sweaty bodies. It took several moments for the both of them to recover, Ringo hadn't even pulled out while they tried to catch their breath.

When Ringo finally felt capable of opening his eyes and returning to reality, George was looking directly at him with a smug expression.

"What?" Ringo asked, sitting down onto the bed and brushing his sweaty hair away from his forehead.

"Nothing." George replied innocently "I just can't believe you did all that."

"Is it really that surprising?" Ringo leaned over to finally release George's aching wrists from the handcuffs.

"Maybe not." George let his arms flop onto the bed "But if you'll do this, maybe there's some more shit in that box we can try."

"I'm gonna need at least 3-5 working days to recover from this." Ringo huffed, lying himself down beside George "Then we can talk."

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sillyrabbit81 · 4 years ago

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Her Heavy Cross

Summary: Three years after tragedy hits, Lana she decides to start dating again. She meets Will through a dating app and they begin an online romance. After months of constant requests, Lana relents and agrees to meet and go on an irl date with Will. But is Will who he says he is? Lana is quickly pulled into an intense relationship forcing her to confront her tragic past. Will Lana face it or will she close her heart forever?

Pairing: OMC x OFC

Word Count: approx 4k

Warnings: mention of sexual assault, swearing, smoking, implied smut

Authors Note: The story started as a Henry Cavill fanfiction but I changed it to be an original character, but shades of Henry are still there. Hope you enjoy the story and thanks for reading.

Part 18 Part 20

Part 19

It took over two hours to get ready. I don't know how celebrities did this all the time. I enjoy dressing up, but not when I know the pictures will be circulated widely, and every time someone types into google "Liam Cross's girlfriend", images of tonight will come up. It freaked me out.

I trusted Liam when he said the dress was right, and I trusted Jen. She had only just started dating Riza when Andy and I got married, so although she hadn't done my hair and makeup, I had seen her work and the brides always looked good. So when I asked her to do my makeup for the premiere, I didn't think twice. I regretted that when Jen took the pins out of my hair.

"Jen, I look like Orphan Annie," I complained.

She just laughed and said, "trust me." She started to work a brush through my hair while humming Tomorrow. I groaned.

But as she worked the brush, the curls started to join together, and beautiful waves appeared in my hair.

"You're a genius," I said to Jen when I finally worked out what she was doing.

Jen blushed and just kept brushing. "I have always wanted to do this to your hair. You have such a timeless facial structure. I knew it would be perfect for you and for tonight."

She did my makeup in a beautiful smokey eye and deep red lipstick. It was not too dissimilar to what I would do for myself, but she added fake lashes, brushed and plucked my eye-brows and did some light contouring. She even checked my legs and arms for marks and bruises, covering any she could find.

Jen helped me dress and double-checked everything, including any visible panty line. I couldn't see how it would be possible to have a panty line since I had gotten the smallest underwear I could find, which was a string attached to a triangle of lace.

When I was ready, I looked in the dressing room's full-length mirror. I almost cried in relief. I felt like I would fit in and not look like I had a face like a dropped pie. Jen had done a fantastic job with my hair, and I looked like a cross between Rita Hayworth and Jessica Rabbit. I adored the old Hollywood style. I thanked her a million times, and she went downstairs to get Liam and Riza.

I paced the bedroom waiting for them to come back. Being alone in the room had allowed my anxieties to creep back in. I closed my eyes and breathed deeply, in through my nose and out through my mouth. The dress was tight, and I couldn't quite breathe deeply enough. But I was not going to ruin this night with my anxiety. I was not. My guts didn't care what my brain was telling itself. They churned and flipped in my belly until I thought I was going to be sick.

"Lana," Liam said from the doorway. He was alone. Riza and Jen must have waited downstairs. I gasped as I took him in. The was wearing a black woollen three-piece suit with a black tie and crisp white cotton shirt with onyx cuff links. He had was clean-shaven and had his hair combed down in little waves. He looked like he had stepped off the movie screen. He looked so perfect.

"You look incredible," I tell him.

He laughed, "No, Sweetheart. Not next to you, I don't." He crossed the space between us and took my hands, spreading them wide to get a good look. "You are a vision."

I blushed and said, "I feel sick."

Liam shook his head, "you're going to do great." Liam lead me to the dressing room and stood behind me in front of the mirror. "Sweetheart, look at yourself. Look at your hair," he touched it cautiously, just above my ear, as if scared his feather-light touch would ruin it.

"Do you know how much money some women would pay to have hair as spectacular as yours? And your body, the way it curves and moves with such grace. Your skin is so delicate and as smooth as silk." Liam ran his finger down my neck until I shivered and smiled. "And that smile, my Sweetheart, You don't know what lengths I will go to for that smile. It would make Helen of Troy hang her head in despair."

"Thank you," I said. "I needed that."

"It's true." Liam kissed my forehead tenderly, his lips just barely brushing my skin. "I want to kiss you. But I'm under very strict instructions from Jen not to. But be prepared for an attack after the red carpet." He kissed my neck with as much care as before and sighed. Then he seemed to shake himself off and asked, "are you ready to go?"

I nodded. "As ready as I'll ever be."

"Ok, let's go downstairs. Apparently, we have some pictures to take."

The drive to the cinema was short, but the limousines' line was long. I barely remember anything until our car was the next in line. Liam had been going through a last-minute rundown of what should happen.

"Remember, I will get out first and wave a bit. Just wait until I turn around, and I will help you out of the car." I nod, and he continues. "Then we will both stand in front of the car. I might wave again, but you don't have to. Just smile. Once we get past the initial photographers, there will be fans, and then there may be some interviews. Do you remember what will happen there?"

"You will sign some autographs and take some pictures. I'm to follow you. You're going to hold my hand the whole time through that part, right?" I asked.

Liam took my hand and lifted it to his lips, pressing a kiss into my palm. "Nothing could make me let it go." He said sincerely. "If there are interviews, they are usually very short, only a few questions. They may ask you who you are, and I'll introduce you, and you smile and say hi. I doubt they will ask you anything other than how you're enjoying the night, but if they do, I'll handle it."

"Ok," I murmured. "I wish I had a ciggie."

Liam smiled, "If you still want one when we're done, I'll find you one. The last part is where the main paparazzi photos will be taken. They will want photos of both of us, but they will also want ones of just me. Usually, they will call out something like "fashion", and that means you can walk to the cinema and some publicists or assistants will take you into the foyer, and you can wait for me there. Ok?"

I nodded and felt bile rise in my throat. I swallowed hard, but it wouldn't go away. My mouth filled with saliva, and I kept trying to swallow it.

"Lana?"

"Air." I gasped. "I need air,"

I put down my window just as Liam shouted, "no, Lana! Don't!"

The roar I heard was like being at a footie Grand Final. I was confronted with hundreds of screaming faces lining the road opposite the cinema. Their eyes were wild. Their bodies bounced and writhed in joy and excitement. They lifted posters and toys, screaming for Liam Cross.

Liam leaned over me and, waving at the crowd, quickly pressed the button to put the window up.

"What the fuck was that?" I yelled.

"Fans."

"You didn't tell me they would be on both sides!"

"I didn't think you would put your window down."

"Your life..." I started.

"Isn't normal." We both finished.

Liam laughed, "on the plus side Lana, you have your colour back. Do you still feel sick?"

I shook my head. "No. Now I'm just terrified." The limo started moving.

I gripped Liam's hand as if we were nearing the top of a roller coaster. He ran his thumb over my knuckles and said, "We can still go home if you want." He cupped my cheek and looked at me. The car stopped.

I shook my head. "Just don't leave me."

He smiled and kissed my neck. His skin felt different, having shaved, but his kiss was still the same. "Never." He whispered.

The door was opened, and Liam got out.

I breathed deeply, trying to calm. The dress was bloody tight. Then Liam's hand was there, and I took it.

His eyes found mine, and I fell into them. He smiled his most beautiful smile, the one where his cheeks and eyes crinkled and his teeth flashed. I found myself unable to stop my smile. How could I not smile when he looked so happy.

As I stood up, his hand came around my waist, and he pulled me tight. He leaned into my ear and said loud enough to be heard over the roar of the crowd and the shouts from the photographers, "Thank-you for doing this, Lana." He kissed my ear so swiftly I thought I had imagined it.

The procession down the red carpet went as he said it would. The fans were electric and not as frightening as I thought they would be. Some even tried to talk to me, which was awkward because I had no idea what to say. I just tried to be polite and smiled.

Liam was amazing. He never let go of my hand. One-handed, he signed autographs, shook hands, gave hugs and took selfies. He was so charming, looked the fans in the eye, seemed genuinely happy and interested to hear what they had to say. He even blushed when some of the fans oohed after he had run his fingers through his hair. Just watching how much he seemed to love this part of his job made me forget a lot of my own anxieties.

Liam was a bit different with the interviewers, more alert and guarded. But his charm and wit were still there. A few interviewers, mostly the more gossipy outlets, asked about me. The film focussed ones largely ignored me. I hoped I gave coherent responses, and Liam was as good as his word and stepped in when he needed to and took control of the interviews. I couldn't believe how many times he had to answer the same questions, and he answered each with as much enthusiasm as he had the first time he was asked.

Quicker than I thought, we stopped for the last row of photographers. They shouted for Liam's attention and were almost as loud as the fans. When the time came for Liam to do photos on his own, he brushed his lips against my neck and said in my ear, "Lana, you were perfect. Go on. I'll be with you in a minute."

I went to the end and was greeted by the publicists who ushered me into the crowded cinema foyer. I found a quiet corner and waited for about five minutes before I saw Liam practically barge his way through the crowd, his eyes searching until he saw me.

He grabbed my hips and kissed my mouth so hard I thought they would bruise.

"Lana, that was perfect. Thank you for doing that with me."

I smiled a genuine, relaxed smile for the first time in hours and asked, "so it's over?"

"It's over," Liam confirmed.

I exhaled with relief and said, "you'd have to be the only person in the world I would ever go through that for."

Liam kissed me again, softer this time, lips playing against mine, "you don't know how much that means to me." He hugged me tightly before staring at me and smiling at his goofy grin. Then he said, "come on, Sweetheart. I have a few people I'd like to introduce you to. If you are up for it, that is. Do you need more time?" I shook my head, and he led me into the crowd.

Liam grabbed my hand and moved fast through the crowd, briefly saying hi to some people on the way.

I saw Myra come in from the red carpet, and I pointed her out to Liam. Liam waved her over, and she waved back then held her hand up in a 'give me a second' gesture. She went to the corner I had been hiding in and kissed a man I assumed was her boyfriend and brought him over.

I liked her instantly. She was bubbly and happy. It was like she was famous enough to be bored by the goings-on around her, but still new enough that she hadn't developed the jaded 'here we go again' attitude that you would expect.

"Phew! That was crazy tonight. I'd say that's your fault, Liam. No one else here is big enough to pull a crowd that big." She leaned over and kissed his cheeks in the European style. "Thanks for doing it, mate. I mean, it'll be good for Stones but still, it'll help with this movie too."

Liam smiled, "Don't mention it." Liam pulled me closer and introduced me.

Myra smiled widely and pulled me into a hug. She was a few years younger than me, and she was beautiful. She had gorgeous thick dark hair, cheekbones to die for under radiant umber skin, which appeared to be without a blemish and striking sea-green eyes. She was very tall, almost as tall as Liam, but very thin. She felt so delicate when I hugged her back, but it was evident from her speech and body language; she wasn't a shrinking violet.

"Hey babes, so good to meet you. I've heard so much. You look so good. That's from Maticevski, right? Great choice. I love him." I usually cringe when I hear the word 'babes'. I think of Married at First Sight for some reason. However, coming from Myra, it just sounded sweet.

"Thanks. Liam has spoken about you too."

"Yeah, Pop has been good to me," Myra said, throwing a look at Liam that made his eyes roll.

"It's twelve years, Myra, hardly Grandfather territory."

"It's not your age. It's your attitude." She said in a snarky but playful way. "Anyway, this is my Damo. Well, Damien, but nobody calls him that." Damo smiled awkwardly and shook our hands.

Myra wrapped her arms around his waist and said teasingly, "Aww, he's shy." From the look Damo gave Myra, I'd say smitten was a better way to describe him. He's tall like Liam, and though muscular, you could tell it came from physical labour, not a gym. He had a surfie look about him with his sun-bleached shoulder long hair and tanned skin.

"I'm going for a smoke before the movie starts," Damo said to Myra.

"Can Lana have one?" Liam asks. "She has quit, but she said she would like one." I looked at Liam with gratitude, and Damo and I went behind the theatre where a smoking area was set up.

We could still hear a lot of activity going on out the front, but it appeared most of the excitement was over. Damo lit our cigarettes, and I leaned against the wall, relishing the nicotine flowing through me.

Damo laughed, "you look how I feel. Over it."

"Yeah, it's full-on, isn't it?"

"Yeah, it's bullshit crazy."

"So, where do you live? How did you meet Myra and get wrapped up in this bullshit?" I asked with genuine interest. He seemed even more out of place here than I did.

Damo told me he was from the Northern Beaches and was in the year above Myra at school. He had asked her to his Year 12 formal, and she accepted, but she had cancelled to go to Melbourne for her first major acting role. "So, I don't hear from her for years, but she finds me on Instagram through old mates from school, and she tells me that I owe her a date."

"That's kinda cute."

"Yeah, surprised the fuck out of me, though. Like, why'd ya wanna go out with a sparky from the Northern Beaches."

I smiled at him, knowing the feeling. "Maybe all this bullshit gets to them, and they want someone real? Someone who doesn't want anything from them except their time and affection."

Damo smiles and nods his head. "I reckon you're onto something. So what's your story?"

I don't tell him all the details but that we met online and I didn't know who he was until I met him. "It was a complete shock when I found out who I'd been talking to."

"Fair dinkum? You met him three weeks ago?" I nodded, "It took Myra five months to convince me to go to one of these things."

I laughed, "Yeah, well, I just thought better get it over with. The sooner people can get over that Liam has a new girlfriend, the quicker I can get back to normal and not worry about it."

Damo nodded and said, "yeah, I hope so too. Myra's life can get pretty crazy."

We finished our cigarettes and went back inside. We had hardly gotten through the door when we were whisked away by our partners because the movie was about to start.

After the movie, there was a small after-party for industry people only. The people who had won tickets or were friends of friends weren't invited. Liam, of course, was invited and had planned not to go. Myra pleaded with him to stay, so when he looked at me asking the silent question, I nodded, already getting the feeling not many people could say no to Myra. Myra bounced around and hugged us both.

Liam introduced me to a few other people, including Boyd, who turned out to be an outrageous flirt and a shit-stirrer. He seemed harmless and just enjoyed taking the piss out of people. He also told me something interesting about Liam that I planned to bring up with him later.

Liam also introduced me to the showrunner Arianna, who was essentially his boss. Finally, I was introduced to Naomi, who was to play Boyd's love interest, and she was also in the movie we had just watched. The Australian film industry is pretty small.

Naomi was the opposite of Myra, friendly on the outside but was one of those people who always seemed to be looking around when you talked to them to see if there was someone more interesting or more advantageous she should be speaking to. She had icy blue eyes, bombshell blonde hair, amazing breasts and a nose that was so perfect it had to have been a nose job.

She flirted hard with Liam, touching his arm, letting it linger that little bit too long. She ignored me mostly, except when she threw me some side-eye. Liam seemed to take it in his stride, polite but not friendly, until she 'accidentally' brushed her breasts against his arm.

Liam seemed to have enough, and his eyes went dark. He put his hand to my back and practically pushed me out, saying we were leaving. His tone didn't leave much room for argument, but I wanted to know why he left so suddenly when things had been going well, and I actually enjoyed the party. I was also feeling bad that I didn't say goodbye to Myra and the others.

Liam's limo was waiting outside, and he ushered me in quickly. Liam texted Myra to say goodbye and to let the others we left. "Myra won't mind. She knows how I feel about Naomi."

I said hi to our driver before turning to Liam. "Is there a history there?" I ask. My voice was small.

Liam scoffed, "she wishes." He sighed and stretched his neck. He took his jacket off, opened his vest and loosed his tie. I looked at him expectantly. He taps the driver on the shoulder and apologises, but he's going to put the screen up.

When the screen was in place, Liam started to roll his sleeves up. It seemed like he was stalling. Eventually, he said, "I suppose I had better tell you. Naomi was cast a couple of weeks ago. The original actress playing her part fell pregnant and didn't want to commit to a series. She comes in for a table read, and I felt bad for her coming in late because the rest of the main cast had a couple of months together already. Myra knew her and said to avoid her, but I thought, well, I have to work with her should get to know her. We had a chat after the read, then she follows me back to my dressing room and long story short, she takes her shirt off and grabs my cock."

"What did you do?" My green-headed monster was in full battle mode. He better have a good and believable answer.

"I threw her out ." He shrugged. "Shit like that happens all the time. What she doesn't know is that word gets around, and soon she will be seen as toxic and won't get hired. Although I think she aims to bag a guy with money and never work again."

I believed him. I was going to have to get this jealousy thing under control. It was new to me. I don't think I had ever been jealous before, even with Andy. I looked out of the window, letting the night beauty of Sydney calm me down.

Liam put his arm around me and rested his chin on my shoulder. "So was it so terrible?" Liam asked dramatically. "The premiere, I mean."

I looked at him, his blue eyes bright again. "Not all of it," I smiled at him.

"What were the good parts?"

I ran my finger across his jaw, his skin was so smooth. I missed the three-day-growth, but he looked just as amazing without it. "I liked meeting Myra."

He smiled, "I knew you'd like her."

"And the movie was good."

"Anything else?" Liam ran a finger across my collarbone

"The free popcorn and drinks."

Liam chuckled, and his finger ran up my neck. "Anything else?"

"They have great chairs in the theatre," he was turning me on. I heard it in my voice. My heart started to beat louder.

"Is that all?" He asked with his rough, horny voice. He lifted my chin.

"The bathrooms were good too."

He traced my lips with his finger. "Is that all that was good about tonight?"

"Tonight's not over. Ask me again in the morning." He slipped his finger into my mouth, and my body was on fire. Even after all I had been through, the stress and panic, my body still responded to his touch. I sucked his finger gently, and his eyes widened.

"You're very naughty, Lana." He said as he withdrew his finger and shuffled in his seat.

"I'm not bad. I'm just drawn that way," I said in my best Jessica Rabbit imitation.

Liam's eyes widened then narrowed. "What did Boyd tell you?"

"Tell me? Nothing?" I tried to look innocent, but I'm not an actress.

"Never mind." Liam blushed.

"Hang on, who is your favourite Disney Princess?"

"I'm not a child, Lana." He looked a little uncomfortable.

I pouted. "Come on. Everyone has one."

"Who is yours?"

"Moana, although I don't know if she counts as a Princess cause she's a chief's daughter. My second is Belle. Tell me yours."

"Ariel." Liam looked out the window.

"Favourite spice girl?"

"I don't like pop music. " I raised my eyebrow at Liam. He paused a long time before answering. "Geri."

"Which one of John Snow's girlfriends was hotter with Ygritte or Daenerys?" I was having fun with it. I don't think I'd ever seen him squirm so much.

"Ygritte, Lana, do you mind?"

"No, no, just one more." I was trying not to burst out laughing. I knew I must have had a huge smirk on my face, "Mary-Anne or Ginger?"

"For fucks sake, yes, ok, I have always had a thing for redheads."

I couldn't hold it any longer, and I burst out laughing. I laughed so hard, Liam eventually had to join in. "I'm sorry." I said, "What are you going to do to Boyd?"

"Unfortunately, Lana, it looks like I will be busy for the next 25 years because I will have to kill him."

Part 20

#original character #original story #original fiction #romantic story #happy ever after

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alycosworld · 4 years ago

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The Hickey

Todoroki X Reader

A/N: this is NOT smut. It is implied, but it is not explicitly written. Just wanted to clarify.

also TODOROKI ASDFJTENWKYBKWIDHEK

also also female reader, IM SORRY

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"Shoto?" You asked, and Shoto just draped a hand over your naked hip, gently pulling you close to him, eyes still closed and hair still a mess.

"I gotta go back to my dorm, hon. Somebody's gonna figure out that we're dating if I don't go before they wake up." You said quietly.

"I don't care," Shoto said.

"Not even if that information gets out and your father hears about it?"

"No," Shoto replied.

"Well, I care. I'll see you in the morning, just go to sleep." You said, gently slipping out of his grasp as he groaned. You put on your shirt, which was thrown into a pile on the floor last night, shrugging it over your head and pulling on your pants before kissing his forehead and creeping back to your dorm.

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The next morning, you were getting ready for school, noticing the enormous dark purple hickey on your neck. Your face heated up, remembering what had happened before you fell asleep with Shoto. You hadn't told anyone that the two of you were dating yet. It's not that you didn't trust 1-A, but if they accidentally mentioned it outside then the press would find out, or worse, Endeavour. That would literally kill you.

You two have been together for quite a while, but 1-A only noticed how close you and Shoto were. It started when you accidentally called him by his first name, not his last. And then when he would smile more around you. And Kaminari swears he saw his arm around your waist when everyone was watching a movie, but no one believes him since he had jammed his brain from charging everyone's phones earlier.

You quickly covered up the hickey with some makeup, not caking it on in case someone noticed and asked you about it, but enough to match your skin colour and mostly hide the bruise.

Throughout the day, nobody really noticed, until you jumped into a river to save Tsu during a training exercise, and the make up started to come off. You didn't notice, but a couple of people noticed the odd shade of purple that was just barely peeking out.

"Something is up with Y/N...did you see that purple mark on her neck? It's odd." Kaminari said.

"Yeah, I noticed it too." Kirishima said.

"Maybe it's a hickey," Mineta said. It was just meant to be a passing comment, a joke, but it got Kaninari thinking...

Back in the dorms, he had formed a plan to uncover what the bruise was. Earlier, he put his arm on your shoulder and brushed his sleeve against your neck, and from the marks on his sleeve that showed up, perfectly matching your skin tone, he had concluded that it was some sort of make up. Now, all he had to do was fill up a water gun-- maybe with some liquid makeup remover. Yeah, that was it! He filled up a small gun with some makeup remove he stole from Jiro and pretended to aim for Kirishima before shooting your neck.

Bullseye! He fired a couple more shots for fun, hitting the mark again as you rolled your eyes and sighed.

"Really, Kaminari? At least go outside." You shook your head.

"Sorry, Y/N. Here, let me help." He said, grabbing a cloth and gently wiping away the liquid and the makeup to reveal the hickey. And because he was on high alert ever since he started investigating your strange bruise, he didn't fail to notice the way Todoroki stared at him while he was helping you, and the way his knuckles turned white while he gripped his phone.

But what surprised him the most is how Todoroki's eyes widened when Kaminari pulled his hand away to reveal the hickey, and how Todoroki blushed before looking away and pretending to scroll on his phone, uninterested.

"Oh my God!" He suddenly burst out, making the people in the common room, which was everyone in the class, look at him and then gasp at what he was pointing at - the bruise on your neck.

"Y/N? Are you okay?" He asked, making you blush but not cover it up. Everyone had seen it, hiding it now would make them ask questions.

"Yeah, I'm fine." You say, not elaborating to give yourself some time to think of an excuse.

"What happened? How did you get it on your neck?" Kaminari asked, and you realised that he was suspicious of you. Shoto was looking your way just to follow the crowd, but it didn't seem like he was very desperate to hide it. He didn't try to mouth you an excuse or anything, he just smiled at you.

You didn't know if he wanted you to just tell the truth, but it didn't matter because you weren't going to. He might not have cared because he's Shoto Fucking Todoroki and he doesn't care if his class knows that he gave you a hickey, but goddamnit your dignity was on the line. Defend your honour!

"Oh, a stupid friend from my old school wants to get her ex jealous so she's pretending that she gave me this. It's fake." You lie. And it's fairly believable, so Kaminari nods, narrowing his eyes at you.

You thought you got away with it, until Shoto starts laughing, making everyone confused.

"T-todoroki? You okay?" Midoriya asked, putting a hand on his shoulder as everyone tried to figure out why he was laughing. Sure, it was an odd situation but not something that he would find particularly funny.

"I'm fine, Midoriya." He said, still smiling a little. He looked up at you with a charming and amused grin and you felt your heart beat faster.

"Y/N?" He asked, and you yelped, making him bite back another laugh.

"Y-yes?" You replied.

"You can always tell the truth, you know." He said, before standing up.

"I'll be in my room, getting ready for our date in a few hours." He said, loud enough for the whole class to hear.

"Shoto?!" You asked, before he pressed a soft kiss to your cheek and smiled at you, walking upstairs and out of sight.

"Wait a minute."

"Date?!"

"With Todoroki?!"

"Was that a kiss?!"

"Y/N, tell us everything." Various members of the class piped up, desperate for an explanation.

"W-well..." You started. And everyone was too shocked to stop asking questions. You only got a break when Todoroki carried you (bridal style) up the stairs and to your room to get ready for your date. And with 1-A blocking the exit and demanding more answers, you and Todoroki had to jump out your room window and run to the restaurant before confused heroes in training bombarded you two.

Well, at least you didn't have to hide your relationship anymore.

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multifandomwriter18 · 5 years ago

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Ironhide x reader imagine ~ TF1

~Ironhide was legit my very first crush. Then he died in Dark of the moon so then I kinda was like ‘bee is kind of cute.’ Therefore that led to becoming madly in love with Bumblebee. Anyways enjoy!~

You see being a teenager and figuring out your GMC truck isn't just a truck but an alien robot it kinda fucks your head up.

Normally you don't see a 17 year old going out on a full out alien war but hey that's just your crazy life right?

After the first war you became really good friends with Sam but sadly he had moved on with Mikaela which was cool since you had Ironhide to hang out with you.

Throughout your time with him, he had taught you a lot. Mostly about guns and bad ass missions he went on back on Cybertron which you didn't mind cause who wouldn't want to hear cool as stories about giant alien robots kicking ass?!

Tonight you were gonna pick up (name) for you and his movie date. Of course you were excited. You had always had a crush on him every since you two little kids.

The school bell takes you away from your thoughts and you grabbed your binders and you head out it (class) class.

You see (name) leaning against your locker as you smiled at him. "Hey, (name) how was class?" He asked as he chuckled. "It was good I guess. (Class) is (class)." You replied as you tucked a lock of your (h/c) hair behind your ear.

He smiled as he leaned down and kissed your cheek. "You see tonight ."

You blushed but nodded as you watched him leave. You sigh dreamily at him as you then opened your locker and grabbed your (colour and size) backpack.

You closed your locker and head out to of the school to the parking lot where Hide was parked at.

As you get to the parking lot you see a few girls making cow eyes at Hide. Heat swept through your cheeks.

Wha-what the heck is going?!

You felt angry and jealous. What?! Me jealous?!

Without anymore hesitation, feeling sick to your stomach watching the girls touch his hold you snapped.

"Hey!" They turn to look at you as you stormed at them. "Get your hands of him-my truck!" You spat as the girls side stepped as they looked at you.

"This is your truck?" The blonde one asked as you rolled your (e/c) colour eyes. "Damn right, now get your hands away from him-m-my truck!" You snapped as you stuttered the last part.

"Chill out weirdo we were just checkout the truck."

Your face went a dark shade of red. "Well I don't want you doing that again-and don't ever touch him-my truck!"

The girls whispered to each other as you glared at him, ignoring the warmth of his hood underneath your touch.

The girls walked away as you let out a shaky breath. You step away from Hide for a moment, wondering what the hell just had happened.

"You ok kid?" Hide asked through the radio as I nodded, throwing my bag onto the passenger seat before getting into the driver's side.

"So what are we gonna do tonight kid?"

You chuckled nervously, tucking a lock of hair behind your ear. "Oh um..well I have a..a date.." You mumble as Hide instantly pressed on the brakes nearly smashing your face against the steering wheel.

"Ironhide what the-"

"A what?!"

You worked down a swallow as you shifted in the seat. "A date..like when two humans go out together." You replied as he snorted in disgust. "Hide what the hell is wrong with you?"

He didn't reply. He started up again and drove you home.

:later that night:

As you got ready you couldn't get Ironhide out of your head.

Why did he act like that?

You shook your head side to side trying to get Hide out of your head. You then added some makeup to your face.

A little bit of coverup. Mascara and eye liner. You then went to your closet and pulled out a pair of (colour) jeans, a (colour) t-shirt and your (colour) jean jacket.

You pulled on ankle socks and your (colour) Vans. You grabbed your purse, phone and wallet. You brushed your hair and left it down.

You take in a deep breath before heading down the stairs and giving your parents a quick kiss on their cheeks. "I want you home at 11 o'clock and don't be late." Your father stated sternly as you nodded.

"Yes ok. Bye!" You run out the door and to the driveway and hopped in the driver side and Ironhide grumbled something before starting up and the radio played one of your favourite songs.

"I want to hold you when I'm not suppose to. When I'm lying next to someone else. Your stuck in my head and I can't get you out of it. I could do it all again. I know I'd go back to you!" You sang out as you hummed the rest of the lyrics as you pulled into (name's) driveway and he steps out from his porch.

As he went to open the passenger door it wouldn't budge. "Hey um..(y/n) the doors locked." You raised a brow as you clicked the unlock button but it locked again.

You rolled your (e/c) eyes before you leaned over and opened the door. "Sorry (name) my truck can sometimes be stupid."

He chuckled before getting in and you drive off to the movies. During the drive he reached out and you both held hands as your other hand rested on the steering wheel.

Ironhide thankfully didn't act up anymore. Part of you felt guilty for calling Hide stupid. He wasn't stupid. He meant a lot to you but sometimes he could get on your nerves.

Once you pull up to the movie theatre you find a parking spot and both you and (name) get out and in hand in hand walk to the front doors.

As you look over your shoulder, staring at Hide one last time. Why do I feel like I'm making a mistake?

:after the movie:

You pull up to his house and you smiled at him. Through out the movie you felt at ease.

Happy even. (Name) made you giggle a lot as he would put his arm around you or kiss your cheek.

He made you feel bubbly and just-God you could swoon over him, but part of you didn't feel right.

You had non-stopped thought about Hide. All you could think about was him and how you got jealous of those girls.

You thought about him getting jealous over you and (name).

"I had fun (y/n) I really did.."

You smiled as you looked at him. Your (e/c) eyes met his dark (e/c) ones.

Slowly you both leaned towards each other. You could feel the warmth of his breath against your lips. Just before (name) could kiss you, Ironhide jerked the seat forward and backwards ruining the moment.

"I'm so sorry! I don't-my truck has some issues but-"

He cut you off with a soft kiss on the cheek. "It's ok (y/n), see you tomorrow."

You blushed but nodded as he smiled at you once more before heading out and to his house.

You then kicked the radio. "What the hell is wrong with you? Why did you do that?!" You snapped at Hide, instantly regretting it.

Of course he didn't response so without another word you put him in drive and pulled out of (name's) driveway and down the road.

"I can't believe you right now! First you try to lock (name) out. Then you nearly throw him off the seat! What the fuck!" You yelled angrily as you clenched hard on the steering wheel.

Suddenly the truck jerks and you nearly hit face first on the steering wheel.

"CAUSE I LIKE YOU!" He snarled through the com-link throwing you off big time.

He likes me? You thought as your heart was beating out of your chest.

Ironhide pulled to the side off the road and his hologram appeared on the passenger side seat.

His hologram form was an eye full. The large body figure-muscle and all. His hair was jet black that kinda looks like a purple-silver in the faint moon light.

He wore dark jeans, a grey t-shirt that might you say cling onto his biceps. His eyes were a strikingly electric blue.

His skin was dark-like the colour of creamy coffee. Around his arms he had jet black tattoos-Cybertonian tattoos. He didn't look at me, he let out a faint sigh as he leaned over.

"Look, I hated the fact that you had that damn kid in here with you-and you didn't like those human girls checking out my alt mode.."

"Why the hell are you bringing this up now?" You hissed as more heat swept through your (skin colour) cheeks. "Why does it bother us so much if we are near or with other people?" He added on as you lowered my gaze.

"Maybe cause we're just that special?"

He groaned, dragging his hands down his face before grabbing your arm and pulling you towards him.

"God your so difficult."

"Hey-what I'm-MPH!"

In moment his lips collied with yours. Your (e/c) eyes widened at the sudden action but slowly you began to relax in his kiss.

His lips were warm and soft. Fitting perfectly against yours. You mimicked the movement of his lips for a while until he finally pulled away.

You both were out of breath, your faces both red and you couldn't help but stare at him in shock.

"Look-I don't know what I'm doing-or how to react to these emotions that I feel towards you but I know what I feel towards you is real. I like the feeling of it and if you don't-"

"-I like you too." You stuttered out as you cut him off from his sentence. You saw him tense up and his whole interior of his alt mode begin I heat up making you bite your lip at the sudden warmth.

"You do?" He asked, finally breaking he silence as you nodded, meeting his gaze.

"Yes I do."

He smirked a little as he pulled you towards him. Your face heated up a bit more. "In that case I would like to kiss you again but also ask you formally like you humans do it on earth. Will you be my girlfriend-or as we say it on Cyberton..will you be my Sparkmate?"

You smiled as you nodded eagerly. "Yes! Yes I say yes to it all." You replied cheerfully as Ironhide cupped your face and kissed you hard on the mouth.

You never had been kissed like this before. It was exhilarating! A kiss that made you want more and more.

You both broke the kiss and he smiled at you. You face flushed as you looked away.

"What are you smiling at?"

"You have two minutes before it hits 11 o'clock (nickname)"

You (e/c) eyes widened as you looked at the radio clock. "Oh shit! I'm gonna be late!"

You hopped off his lap and I to the driver's seat and sped down the road.

What a night eh?

Hello my little Sweetparks!

I hope you all are enjoying my imagines so far! Any thoughts of the new one shot?💗

More updates are still to come so stay tuned for more! Or please don’t be afraid to request anything! I’ll gladly take your requests!!!

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gh0stbra1nz · 5 years ago

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jiann x male reader

request: You're a K-Pop-centred Youtuber who occassionally does collaboration videos with idols. During the promotion period of Newkidd's latest release, Come, Jaewoo and you are set to do a video together during which you'll do one another's make-up.

note: hey bud. first of all, thanks for being my first request! i don't know newkidd super well and i don't know a thing about make-up but i did some research and tried my best lol. i hope it's alright!

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Room tidied, filming set-up prepared, lighting adjusted; [Y/N] had readied everything for the arrival of Newkidd's member Choi Jaewoo, also known as Jiann, and yet he was still fidgeting with the unbuttoned sleeve-edges of his baby blue shirt.

It was a typical video, that which he would be filming that day. He had done it a handful of times already, once his Youtube channel had really begun to grow in popularity and his offers to small entertainment companies for collaborations were accepted. [Y/N] had done this before, but nonetheless, the idea of meeting Jaewoo in person was something that brought upon him a strong sense of giddiness.

[Y/N] had been following Newkidd's activities as a rookie group for some months already and had quickly developed a low simmering crush on the very member he'd be filming with that day.

It was therefore on that high of utter excitement and nervousness that once Jaewoo himself had finally arrived, naturally glowing and somehow even more handsome than [Y/N] remembered, that the youtuber's behaviour morphed into one of a skittish hyper-activity, desperately trying to come off as calm whilst they introduced themselves.

Not much time was allowed to trickle by with their minimal conversation before [Y/N] had to get to work and the camera beeped to show it had begun filming.

Jaewoo gave his second small bow to [Y/N] prior to sitting, a broad yet somewhat awkward smile on his face. [Y/N] was determined, however, for this to not be a negative experience for the young idol.

Sloppily rolling up his sleeves, [Y/N] went to stand behind Jaewoo's chair, bare lips pulled into a happy smile and hands softly clapping down onto the other man's shoulders, mildly startling him.

"Hi!" [Y/N] cheerfully greeted his eventual audience, sight directed into the camera.

At his exclamation, Jaewoo curiously peered up at him, a baffled grin adorning his face.

"Oh, we're filming?"

His voice itself was melodic, [Y/N] came to realise, somehow a blend of soft and deep. That thought in itself though, also made him realise how much he was blindly infatuated by the man.

"Yeah," [Y/N] confirmed, cutting off his own wonderings, "We're going straight into it! Introduce yourself to the viewers."

Jaewoo nodded, quickly facing forward and flashing a winning smile.

"Hello, I'm Newkidd's Choi Jiann!"

"Mhm, and you guys know I'm [Y/N], your local mess of a fanboy!" He took the opportunity to lightly squeeze Jaewoo's shoulders, prior to letting his hands drag as he moved to instead stand abreast the idol, "You know what we'll be doing today, right Jiann?"

The black-head's lips momentarily pursed, his expression playfully twisting into one of pondering.

"Something related to make-up?"

[Y/N] chuckled, tilting his head in agreement.

"Well my desk is, in fact, currently covered by palettes and brushes, so that was a calculated guess," He allowed himself a quick glance down at the man, finding him to be already gazing up with a keen smile. [Y/N]'s heart skipped a beat.

"Today will be really fun, and quite possibly a disaster, because after I do your make-up you'll be doing mine!" He paused, squatting slightly so that he and Jaewoo were at the same height, eyes locking at what [Y/N] decided to call a safe-risky distance. "Have you ever done make-up before?"

Jaewoo belatedly shook his head, a light laugh bubbling past his lips.

"Never, I'm afraid."

[Y/N] offered an almost timid smirk.

"Honoured to be your first," He cheekily replied, tossing in a wink for good measure, prior to straightening himself and already reaching for some wipes.

The idol seemingly had no qualms about the joke, merely chuckling as the tips of his ears very faintly dusted pink.

"Alright, so, let's get started and in the meantime you can tell us about yourself or whatever else you like."

[Y/N] got to work with wiping the other's minimal make-up off, being careful to be gentle but to also let his touch linger across the expanse of his cheeks and wide chin. Jaewoo spoke rather stiffly at first, giving a status-quo introduction of himself as a member of Newkidd whilst continuously peeking at the youtuber, wanting to take a glance at the look of concentration that had settled upon the younger's face.

"Your skin is gorgeous," [Y/N] stated once Jaewoo had briefly paused, and the compliment brought on a stronger blush than the previous one, now possibly a shade of pink on his ears that could be evidently seen on video.

"Thank you," He gingerly murmured, and [Y/N] couldn't help but admire the way Jaewoo looked up at him with a bashful smile.

"I'm thinking － since you have black hair － we should go for a sultry type of look," [Y/N] eventually states, pulling away and setting down his wipes, "Smokey eyes, red-tinted lips, that kind of stuff. What do you think?"

Jaewoo simply nodded, more than willing to go along with [Y/N]'s plan as the other must have certainly known what he was doing, considering the following he'd been informed the youtuber had. Then again, perhaps it was also due to the fact that [Y/N] looked really cute with his blue shirt and ruffled [h/c] hair and Jaewoo would most likely agree to anything should it leave the younger's mouth.

"Perfect. So I'll apply some toner, which helps with any dry patches you might have," [Y/N] squeezed some into his palm, "This is more out of habit though, seeing as how your skin is literally as beautiful as the rest of you."

Jaewoo didn't get the chance to reply before delicate hands were patting and rubbing along the curves of his face, making his breath catch in his throat and his dark eyes lock with those already staring back at him. [Y/N] offered a warm smile.

"Next, I'll put on just a bit of lotion and we can get to work on your look."

Jaewoo thickly swallowed, head tilted up at a better angle for the artist to work. "Okay," He said, to show he was listening.

"Right, so you guys had a comeback a couple weeks ago, didn't you?" [Y/N] asked, instigating a conversation for while he did what he needed to. Jaewoo quickly caught on, humming.

"Yeah, on the 28th," He replied, then briefly looking to the camera, "It's called Come. Please support it a lot."

[Y/N] nodded, "You really should check it out, the song's a banger and they all looked super great in the video."

Jaewoo dipped his head that was liberated from [Y/N]'s hands as he wiped them clean. "Thank you," he spoke and proceeded to watch as said male fiddled around with his boxes, intrigued.

"Apart from your own," [Y/N] had turned to show he held a square box of sorts in one hand and a brush in the other, "have there been other comebacks you liked? Ah, and this is just some foundation I'll be applying now."

"Oh, there are lots of talented senior artists with really good music this month, like Got7's You Calling My Name and EXO's Obsession," Jaewoo answered, attempting to ease his pulse that repeatedly quickened whenever [Y/N] dipped in particularly close.

It was strange, because Jaewoo had had his make-up done countless of times and his body had never reacted such a way. Perhaps this was different because [Y/N] was a guy, who just so happened to be very attractive.

[Y/N] let out a sound of agreement, startling Jaewoo from his thoughts about him.

"Yeah, those were awesome," He brought the brush along Jaewoo's left cheek, gently dragging it straight down then to blend in the powder, "Even Jessi and Victon delivered this month." He lifted his gaze to that of the idol's that was intent on him, and he quirked a playful brow when he saw Jaewoo to be dazed enough to answer in delay.

"Definitely."

Giving the final strokes, [Y/N] leaned away again and changed the box with another, clicking it open and analysing the colour for an instant before swapping it for a different one.

"Now I'll be applying some light blush mixed with highlighter, just to give some colour to your face."

After having said so, [Y/N] proceeded to mix the two, tapping his brush to bring the excess to fall into the lid. Of the hand that held the box, he freed his index finger to gently nudge Jaewoo's head upwards by his chin, their faces once more closer than necessary and causing a spark to continuously flow in the air between them.

"We'll put some on your cheeks, nose and chin so as to better define your facial structure," [Y/N] murmured in explanation, pulling his eyes away to focus on the way the soft bristles of his brush swept over Jaewoo's smooth skin.

"So, Jiann, what do you like to do in your free time?"

The question seemingly caught the idol off-guard for he rapidly blinked himself awake from his unfocused state, sight momentarily dropping to [Y/N]'s hands that had since closed the box and begun grazing over his desk, clearly in search of a specific palette.

"I play the piano sometimes and listen to music, but other than that I spend a lot of time with my members."

[Y/N] hummed, eyes directed upon the box he'd picked up, studying the colours.

"I didn't know you played," He said, and Jaewoo was oddly happy to see that the youtuber had finally looked to him again, "I'd love to hear you one day."

Jaewoo instantly smiled, quickly nodding, "I'll make it that you do."

The eager response made [Y/N] chuckle, a fond upturn to his own lips as he adjusted his grip on the fine brush he held.

"You can't go back on your word now, it's on camera!"

"I promise, [Y/N], I'll play for you."

A pregnant pause ensued, Jaewoo's flush returning at full strength after he processed what he'd said, and [Y/N]'s heart beat wildly against his ribs.

"I'll look forward to it then," He swiped his tongue over his bottom lip, briefly biting on it before smiling.

"Okay, now I'll begin doing your eyes. We're going for a dark look: black eyeshadow blended into deep purple at the end, with a fine liner along your top lids and at the edges of your bottom ones."

Jaewoo nodded, raising his head without needing to be told to, and [Y/N] mumbled a quick "Thanks," before leaning in and beginning his work.

They stayed silent for a while, but Jaewoo didn't mind. He took the chance to watch the male from up close when he could and obediently shut his eyes when he had to. There was something careful and precise about the way [Y/N] did his make-up that was different from how the staff his group had usually did.

"Alright, open," [Y/N] ordered, "I need to work on the bottom."

Doing as told, Jaewoo allowed his lids to part and flutter open, [Y/N]'s [e/c] eyes glimmering with focus as they bore into the idol's own. He sharply inhaled.

The remaining minute seemed to be a time of stand-still, both passing too quickly and too slowly, their close proximity bringing the two males to shyness.

"We're almost done," [Y/N] quietly stated, in a way akin to a warning, "I'll put some red balm on the inner parts of your lips and blend it out with gloss."

Jaewoo mutedly nodded, heart still thrumming in his ears even after [Y/N] had momentarily distanced himself.

He blinked and the warm hold of [Y/N]'s index and thumb was back on his chin, holding his head and forcing their gazes to meet.

"Part your lips a bit."

And Jaewoo did, watched as the other carefully applied the colour to his mouth and held his breath until it was over.

"All done!" [Y/N] eventually announced, beaming, "I didn't think you could look any hotter and yet, here you are."

Jaewoo dipped his head, attempting to ward off his flattered smile and flustered blush.

"Here's a mirror," [Y/N] said, handing him a circular one prior to stepping aside, allowing him to properly look at the artist's work, "Thoughts?"

The idol spent a few seconds taking in his new appearance, a look he hadn't really tried out yet, and found that the heavier make-up suited him more than he'd initially expected.

"It looks great, thank you," He told [Y/N], looking up at him with a fondness in his eyes that made the younger's chest warm.

"Well, I didn't have to do much, you're naturally good-looking," [Y/N] set a hand upon the man's shoulder, a gleeful smile stretching across his face, "Now that you like your look though, you have to promise to make mine just as good!"

Jaewoo chuckled, playfully shrugging as his left hand went to rub at the nape of his neck.

"No promises, but I'll do my best."

With the timid affirmation, [Y/N] went ahead and fetched a wide headband to push back his [h/c] hair and make it easier for the idol － temporarily-turned-rookie-make-up-artist － to do his work.

Swapping seats, [Y/N] allowed himself to sink into the padded chair and peered up at Jaewoo, smiling. Jaewoo couldn't help but think that he looked adorable with his mussed up hair and supple cheeks.

"You don't have to do the skincare part," [Y/N] stated, vaguely gesticulating towards where he'd left the toner and lotion, on a corner of his desk, "Do you have an idea for a look in mind?"

Jaewoo paused, contemplated, because no, he hadn't thought of anything because he was too distracted by [Y/N]. He looked at the younger's pale shirt and grey jeans, and an idea came to mind.

"Maybe peach or pink colours?"

He was afraid the suggestion was a stupid one, he wasn't experienced after all, but [Y/N] bobbed his head in agreement, lips still smiling.

"Sounds good!" He leaned forward, found palettes of colours that fit the spectrum Jaewoo wanted, and set them in front of the idol, "Here's everything you'll need. Do your best, Jiann!"

The idol quickly got to work, spending more time than most simply to choose the shades he wanted and even more so being perplexed about which brushes were best to use.

At his confused pout accompanied by a frown, [Y/N] chuckled, finally lifting a hand to point at one of the finer brushes.

"This will be the easiest to use."

Jaewoo gave a grateful nod, too shy to speak as he came to realise that he must have appeared to be a fish out of water.

"You don't have too worry too much," [Y/N] said, attempting to put the man at ease, "I trust you'll do just fine."

With nervous hands and a speeding pulse, Jaewoo immersed himself into his work, making sure to do as well as he could and even mimic what he could recall [Y/N] having done on him. The youtuber found it endearing how seriously the idol was taking such a playful task and didn't want to disturb him in any way, only scarcely speaking up.

By the end of it, Jaewoo had given [Y/N]'s eyes a peach-coloured tone, his lips a light pink gloss, and his cheeks a dust of rose; he even went as far as carefully adding glitter along the high curves of [Y/N]'s cheekbones.

He took a step back and smiled, meeting the younger's eyes with somewhat pride and admiration.

"It's not as great as your work, but you still look really handsome, [Y/N]."

》》》

i had no fucking idea how to end it and i was afraid it would get too long so i trimmed the end down a bit. i'm sorry if it wasn't all that great, i'll do my best to improve.

#choi jiann #choi jaewoo #newkidd #kpop x male reader #newkidd x male reader #choi jiann x male reader #fluff #kpop #kaidenwritestuff #newkidd x reader

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crimsonbubble · 5 years ago

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The Tutor Who Sings

Pairing: YangYang x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Warnings: don't think I need any

"I'm just gonna drop out, I swear." You mumble as your hit you head on the table and stay like that, until you get tapped on the shoulder. You neck snaps up and you sit up right. Out of habit, you rub the back of your neck looking at the boy who tapped you. Your eyes widen, and your face flushes pink. You let out a nervous laugh as, you look away to hopefully, calm your burning cheeks.

The boy who was sitting across from you, was YangYang. The smartest guy in school. Not to mention, how popular he is; catching attention from literally anyone he passes by, even the guys. His face was too pretty to not look at. His flawless skin, eyes a beautiful shade of honey, his small button nose, his full pink lips and sharp jawline were to die for.

Today, he had round glasses sitting perfectly on the bridge of his nose. He's wearing a neutral glitter eye shadow, and his lips look more pink than usual. A pair of hands grab your shoulders and you feel yourself being shook. You snap out of your trance and stare into his eyes.

"Ugh, hey YangYang." You say softly, as you tuck a loose strand of hair being your ear. "Hey, tomato face." He says, poking your cheek, a soft smile adorning his face. You blush deeper and cover your face, not noticing the light pink tint of his face. You look at him once again, and take a deep breath.

"So, what brings you to my corner of the library?" You state as you open your textbook again. "Well," he starts. "I saw you trying to study for math, and then you slammed your head against the table. So, I thought maybe I should check up on you to make sure you're ok." His smile widens as he takes out his textbook and notebook. "Maybe, if you want, I can be your math tutor? We are in the same math class, so I know exactly what we're doing." Yang Yang paused. "Now that I think about, you sit beside me in class. How come you never asked for help?"

Your froze. "I'm way too shy to ask anyone for help." He pouts, sending your heart into a frenzy. "Well, don't worry now. I'm here to help you. Ask all the questions you like." He beams at you. "Stop, your smile is blinding me." You say opening your notebook. He pauses, blushing. "You.. you like my smile?" He asks, quietly, looking up through his eyelashes. "Yea I do. Your smile is really pretty and bright. It lights up your face when you do." You say getting confidence to flirt just a bit.

His cheeks glow red as he looks at you. "I've noticed a few things about you. You rub the back of your neck when you're nervous. You blush a lot. You fiddle with your fingers or use your phone as a distraction. You always sit with your legs crossed. You have a habit of licking your lips and you're always bouncing your leg. You cover your mouth when you laugh." You state at the boy in utter shock.

"How do you know all that? Do you stare at me and note the things I do?" He chuckles and caresses your face. "I do stare, sometimes. But you do it so often I picked up on the small things you do. You're too beautiful not to look at." He replies quietly, running his thumb over your cheek. He eventually let's go, and asks what you need help with in math. You stare at him. You sigh, and flip to the unit you need help with. 'How is he able to continue without freaking out? Does he know I like him and he's toying with my feelings?' these thoughts fill your head. You lean back, grab your water bottle and down the rest of its contents. You straighten you back and focus on what YangYang is saying.

Weeks pass. YangYang and you, got closer as friends. Greeting each other in the morning, he walks you to class and you walk him to class. The library has become your special spot. You both met there everyday, to talk, study and just hang out. Over the course of the week, your feeling for YangYang only grew. With the constant flirting, you've gotten pretty good at hiding your feelings from him. You couldn't help it. He treated you better than any other guy would have. He was always there, when you needed him. Not only did your feelings get stronger, but you're getting better at math.

It was currently Friday at the end of lunch. YangYang didn't show up to the library that day. You used that lunch hour to decide whether or not to confess. On one hand you really wanted him to know, but you didn't want to face the harsh reality of rejection. The lunch hour came to an end as the bell rang, students fill the halls making their way to their designated classes.

With a heavy heart, you make your way to class.

Once you're in class, the seat beside you, stays empty. The class time went by in the blink of an eye. You rise from your seat, grabbing your bag and making your way out the door and walking onto the fields. Slowly approaching the tree you always sit under to think, you hear a soft angelic singing voice. You stop to listen.

'In the gray sky, there is a brighter light

Behind the dark clouds, there is a dazzling light

You shine like the stars

You light up my heart

At the end of today's hardships

Brightly shine on me'

(If you know the song, I love you)

The singing comes to an end and you inch closer to see who it was. Your breath hitches and get trapped in your throat as you call out his name. "YangYang?" His head snaps back and he scrambles to stand up. He hits his head against the tree while doing so. Worry washes over you and you move towards him. He sits back down, hiding the back of his head.

Your left hand holds his face and your right hand puts light pressure on his head. "Does it hurt bad?" You say as you let go of his face, not noticing that small pout on his lips. "No, it's fine for now." He states, a small smile tugging at his lips at your caring nature.

You sit in front of him and pull your bag closer. Rummaging through it, you take out a small pouch. Shuffling things around you found what you need. A pain killer is resting in the palm of palm of your hand. Reaching for your water bottle, you offer it for YangYang to take.

He does and pops the pill in his mouth. Downing a mouthful of water, the pill is gone. Laughing at his facial expressions from swallowing the pill, you grab the bottle and put it back in your bag.

*YangYang's thoughts*

It's official. I'm in love with her. I'm in love with [y/n]. She's the sweetest and most caring girl, I've ever known. She absolutely beautiful. Her eyes filled with warmth, kindness and love. Her smile bright and contagious. Her soft and full cheeks, so cute. Not to mention, her little nose and pretty pink lips. God really spent time crafting this angel.

No wonder, everyone takes a liking towards her. What would happen if I confess to her? Would she laugh and reject me? Will she say yes, just to toy with my feelings?What am I thinking, she's what everyone wants. A smart, beautiful, talented and all round amazing girl. But, if everyone wants her, why do people have to hurt her? She's been through so much. She's pushed through it all and is still standing strong as proud.

She's been there for me for so long, that I want her by my side all the time. I want to show her that she is loved. That she's beautiful and that she is everything and more. I want her to be mine. She deserves someone, who will support her, and love her unconditionally.

*[Y/N]'s thoughts*

I can't take this anymore. I just want to tell him already. What if he's only nice because I'm a loser? What if he toys with my heart like every other guy? What if he uses me, and just moves on the next day, without a word or doubt in this world? What if I'm not good enough to be his and he stops talking to me?

What if he cheats on me with a prettier, smarter and an all round better girl? Wait what am I talking about?! It's YangYang. He's the literal definition of a sweetheart. He's so kind to literally everyone. No wonder everyone likes him, his heart is made of gold. YangYang's better than any guy in this school combined.

You know what? I'm gonna tell him. Just take a deep breath and let him know. You can do this. If he rejects you, it'll only shatter your heart into a million pieces. STOP THINKING LIKE THAT!! YOU'RE GETTING NOWHERE! Just take a breath and say it.

*Back to reality*

Your eyes lock with his.. but he looks out of it. You wave a hand in front of his face, but to no avail. You lightly grip his shoulders and shake him. He blinks and shakes his head, snapping himself out of his trance. He turns scarlet and looks away. You weren't any better. Both of your faces slowly made their way back to their natural colour.

The silence between the both of you, was slightly awkward and tense. Now wanting to bear the silence anymore, you speak up. "Hey YangYang, can.. I tell you something?" You say as you feel your face getting hotter by the second. His head snaps towards you, as he nods and urges you to continue.

Inhaling quietly, you look him in the eyes. "Lui YangYang. I like you. Like a lot." You say as you hide your face in your hands. YangYang blinks as he processes your words, a smile breaking out onto his face. He pulls your hands away from your face and pulls you closer. Placing a soft and sweet kiss on your cheeks.

Your face burns as you try to move away from the boy sitting infront of you. His grip tightens as he pulls you into his lap. His eyes looking into yours, so gently. His gaze is gentle and loving. His hands intertwine with yours as he scans your features.

A small chuckle leaves his lips. "I know you do." Is all he said before he kissed you on the lips. It took you a few seconds to kiss him back, tightening your grip on his hands. The kiss was passionate, yet soft. His lips were plush and smooth. You broke away for air, your chest heaving slightly.

"H-how did you know?" You ask as your face goes red, and your breathing turns normal again. "You weren't the hardest to figure out, my love. Besides, what matters is that I like you too. Like a lot." He says imitating how you confessed. The endearing nickname made you flush as you hide your face in his neck.

YangYang's hands untangle from yours and lay on your waist. Your hands find themselves wrapped around his neck. A few minutes pass as the two of you stay entangled with one another. Neither of you bothered to break the comforting silence that engulfed the both you you.

YangYang slowly pushes your body so you face him. His face is illuminated by a smile. "How about we do back to my house and we can cuddle, eat snacks and watch Disney movies?" His voice soft and rhythmic. A soft hum and a nod is the response he got.You stand up and gather your things. Slinging your bag over your shoulder, you hold out your hand, which YangYang gladly takes.

The walk to his house was full of jokes, soft giggling, red faces and pure love.

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