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floras-imagination · 7 months ago

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guitar hands 🎸✌️ PART 2 - matty healy x reader

Part 1

summary: matty gets jealous... word count: 3k warnings: 18+ smut, fingering authors note: still obsessed with his hands lol, I may even write another part hihi hope you like it xx

Since the day Matty found out about your feelings for him, you've been spending every single night at his place. Despite being best friends for so many years, you both decided to take things slow. It was your idea to keep the relationship private for a little while—not just in public or on social media, but also to wait a few weeks before letting your friends know, just to see if things work out well. Though Matty agreed, he still struggled to keep his hands off of you in public. He wanted everyone to know that you're his and his alone.

After a few weeks, the whole hiding game became more and more unbearable for Matty. He was sick of only kissing you at home and not being able to hold your hand outside on the streets. However, what he didn't notice was that you quickly found a way to take advantage from his suffering. You loved it when he gave you the 'bad girl treatment', showing you that you're all his and belong to no other than him, so you always tried your best to tease him in public, making him suffer by wearing tight, short dresses or skirts, withdrawing his touch to be the baddest girl you could be.

It was your mom's 60th birthday today, so she was throwing a huge garden party, inviting all of her friends, colleagues and loads of people you've never seen before.

"Can you please come with me to the party, babe?" you asked Matty while he was pouring some freshly brewed coffee into your cup. "It's gonna be so boring, sitting around with all those people I don't even know."

"Course I'll come with you!" he answered, setting the coffee pot back on the table. "I think your mom wouldn't mind, would she?"

"No, definitely not!" you chuckled. "She loves you."

"Hmm, I know. Who doesn't?" he grinned, placing a quick kiss on your cheek.

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afternoon

You were still standing in front of the bathroom mirror, putting your makeup on, as Matty appeared behind you, already dressed up for the party in his irresistible business dad attire, setting your pulse racing with every glance.

"Ready, baby?" he asked, casually leaning against the doorframe, his arms crossed as he watched you applying the second layer of your mascara.

"Yep, almost done."

His eyes swept over your figure, lingering on the contours of your dress. It was a mini dress, dark blue, covered with lace and boasting a plunging neckline. He raised an eyebrow as he asked "Uhm... are you sure you want to wear that?"

"Why?" you feigned innocence, though you knew he was concerned about the shortness of your dress. Of course, you chose a cheeky dress again, considering today's party as a great opportunity to stir a bit of jealousy in your boyfriend. Glancing at yourself in the mirror, you gave him an innocent look. "Don't you like it?"

He took a few steps forward, enveloping you in a hug from behind, his eyes fixed on your reflection in the mirror. His warm breath against your cheek weakened your knees, igniting a swarm of butterflies in your stomach. "No... I love it," he said with a smile. "But don't you think it's a bit too... revealing?"

"Oh," you continued to play innocent. "You think it's too short?"

"Hmm..," Matty hummed, softly kissing your neck. "Don't want the others gawking at you when I can't even show them you're mine."

His words brought a smile to your face. Though it wasn't easy for you to tease him when he showered you with so much cuteness and affection, it always seemed to pay off in the end.

"But you know that I'm only yours, Matty," you replied, turning around to kiss him while still wrapped in his loving embrace. "And I know it, too."

He loosened his hold on your waist to cup your face with his hands, gazing deep into your eyes." But I want everyone to know."

"I know, babe," you said, taking his hands in yours and placing a soft kiss on the back of his fingers. "We'll tell them soon, okay?"

Not entirely satisfied with your response, he tilted his head to the side and sighed. "Okay..."

"Come on, let's go. We're already late."

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When you arrived at your mom's party, about 30 minutes too late, the house was already filled with plenty of people. You soon spotted your mom in the crowd outside in the garden.

"Hello, darling!" she greeted you with a hug. "You didn't tell me you would bring Matty."

"Hello, Mrs, y/l/n", he said as he handed her a giant bouquet of flowers. "Happy Birthday!"

"Oh thank you so much, Matty!" she said, smiling happily as she pulled him into a hug. "It's wonderful to see you. Haven't seen you in a while, huh?" Her eyes darted down to his outfit, analyzing it momentarily. "Damn, you're looking good!"

"Aw, thanks!", he beamed. "But you're looking awesome, too!"

"But... you look different, somehow." she said.

"Different? What do you mean?", Matty asked, looking down on himself.

"You mean like a..." you paused and grinned at Matty "Dad?"

"Yes... Now that you say it", your mom answered.

You couldn't stop yourself from laughing, covering up your mouth with the back of your hand as your mom gave you a slightly confused look.

"Did I miss anything, Matty?" she asked him

Matty chuckled "Nah, I'm just... getting older, you know? Can't dress like a teenager anymore"

Resisting the urge to kiss his adorable face was a constant struggle for you. Phantasies about his loving touches and tender kisses filled your thoughts, consuming you completely as he stood there with the cutest smile on his face.

To distract yourself from your own mind, you decided to take part in their conversation, "He's trying to look like a dilf, mom. It's his new aesthetic, you know?"

You cheekily grinned up at him, trying to resist the temptation to glance down at his hands. The watch he wore accentuated his irresistible guitar hands, which your body craved desperately at any given moment of the day. Though you tried your best to resist the urge to look at his hands, you couldn't shake the flood of weakness that overtook your mind. Eventually, you gave in to the desire to glance down at his hands. As your eyes drifted back up to his face, he gave you a playful wink, signaling that he had noticed your gaze. He enjoyed the fact that you were daydreaming about his fingers inside you, and catching you staring at them only intensified his longing for you immeasurably.

"Like a dilf? What is that?", your mom interrupted your daydream, causing you and Matty to burst into laughter.

"Nevermind" you both exclaimed in unison, still chortling.

After the three of you enjoyed a pleasant chat for a few more minutes, your mom began steering the conversation in a direction that didn't sit well with you.

"But what about you, Matty?" she asked. "Do you have a girlfriend?"

"Uhm..." He gave you a quick glimpse and even though he wanted to tell her the truth, he didn't want to say anything you weren't yet ready for, so he continued "No. Haven't found the right one yet, I suppose."

To avoid any more awkward questions, you tried bringing the conversation to an end. "Matty, could you get us some drinks, please?"

"Sure, love," he smiled. "I'll be right back."

Matty was already out of sight, fortunately, as your mom continued "I know you said you wanted to take a break from dating, but..."

"Mom, stop...", you sighed, already aware of her intentions.

"No, listen," she turned around, gesturing towards a man, a few feet away. "This is Tom, my colleague. Handsome, isn't he?"

"Nope, I don't think so."

"Tom!", she called out. "Could you join us for a second?"

"No, mom... please". You nervously fiddled on your phone case, already dreading Matty's inevitable reaction and though it was actually your plan to stir a bit of jealousy, a sinking feeling in your gut warned you that things might escalate beyond your intentions.

"Hi!" Tom greeted you, as he stepped closer.

"Have fun", she wispered into your ear excitedly, leaving you standing there alone in front of her younger colleague.

"Hi, Tom...", you didn't want to be rude, so you forced yourself to form a nice smile whilst still being afraid of Matty's return.

"Nice to meet you", he greeted warmly, his smile reaching his eyes. "I've already heard so much about you."

"Really? Well, that's interesting... I guess," you tucked a strand of hair behind your ear, as anxiousness ran through your blood, making you feel more and more uncomfortable. "Uhm.. I don't know what my mother told you, but I'm actually waiting for my..."

"Boyfriend," Matty cut you off, suddenly appearing next to you, holding a drink in each of his hand. His grip firm around the cups, "She was waiting for her boyfriend."

"Matty, I'm sorry...," you whispered as you gently placed your hand on his chest, somehow hoping this would be enough to calm him.

"Could you hold that for a sec, mate?" Matty snapped at Tom, thrusting the two drinks into his hands.

You could see Matty's jaw clenching as he moved, his hand reaching out for your wrist, grabbing it tightly, and dragging you away from Tom. He didn't even care that his rapid pace, too fast for you to follow, nearly caused you to stumble over your heels as he led you back inside the house. After flinging open the bathroom door, he shoved you inside before quickly closing it again with his foot. Roughly bending you over the sink, he seized your hair and yanked your head back, compelling you to confront your reflection in the mirror.

"I'm fuckin' sick of your stupid little game!", he hissed as his eyes lit up with a mixture of frustration and desire. He knew you were playing with him and deep down, despite the fact that it was driving him insane, he enjoyed it. He knew that your only intention behind all this was to receive a rough finger fuck from him, and that you liked being treated like a bad girl, even though you never actually told him. It wasn't even necessary anymore at this point - your actions showed him everything he needed to know.

"Matty, I.."

"Shut up!", he spat, pulling your hair even tighter. "You're doing this on purpose, aren't you?"

"I didn't do anything"

"Stop lying!"

"Matty, please..." you pleaded. "It was my mom's idea."

"Oh... yeah, of course...", another rough pull on your hair caused you to moan in pain. "Stupid excuses!"

"Believe me."

"You're doing it all the time", he said, looking at your reflection in the mirror. "Trying to make me jealous. Why do you keep doing it, huh?"

"Babe...I...", hearing you stutter again made him even more furious.

"And don't you dare lie to me again! I know what you're up to"

"Then why are you asking me, if you already know it?"

"I wanna hear you say it."

You gulped, trying to adjust your head in a position that hurt less under his tight grip.

"You don't have to be ashamed of saying it out loud, baby." He placed a soft peck on your cheek before whispering in your ear "We both know you're not as innocent as you always pretend to be"

"I don't know what you mean," you answered, maintaining your innocent facade to tease him just a little bit more over the edge.

"Bet you do, but let's see if I can help you out with that, yeah?" He released your hair and slid his hand down your neck until his fingers reached your collarbone. Your breathing became heavier as he let his fingers glide along its curve. "Tell me what's on your mind, babe"

"Please, Matty..." you begged, your voice already shaking. His warm breath, his touch and the sight of his fingers gliding over your chest caused goosebumps all over your body. You were craving him so much, your stomach felt sick and your thighs started shaking. You knew you needed him. Now.

As he noticed your trembling legs, his lips grew into a proud, mischievous smile "Needy slut," His fingers trailed down gradually to the hem of your dress. With a sudden, harsh movement he pulled the fabric up above your hips "But you know whose slut you are, don't you baby?" His face was resting on your head, breathing in the fresh smell of your now tousled hair while his hand was tenderly massaging your inner thigh.

"You're already dripping" he said softly. "But if you want my fingers, you should be a good girl and answer my questions, okay?" and with that he gave your thigh a firm squeeze, causing a loud moan from you. The house was full of people, who could hear you, but Matty didn't care at all. In fact, he actually wanted everyone to hear you scream his name, so he could finally show the whole world who you belonged to.

"Hmm," you could only hum a small response.

"Words..."

"Matty, please..."

"Answer my question," he demanded, still massaging your thigh.

"Which question?" you asked impatiently, as you sought for his hand to guide it further towards your core, but he stopped you before you even reached his hand.

"Don't even try, darling! Tell me whose slut you are."

"Yours, babe" you muttered. "Only yours"

"That's right, you're mine. And you know that, yeah?"

"Yes..."

"Then why did you flirt with that other bloke outside, hm?" he hissed.

"I didn't"

"I told you only good girls deserve my fingers, remember?"

"But..."

"No baby. You've been a bad girl today." he stopped massaging your leg "Such a bad, bad girl" and with those words he ripped down your panty, his calloused fingers sliding between your wet folds before he pushed two of them inside you, causing you to moan loudly at the relief you were craving so desperately. "You like that, hm?"

You rolled back your eyes as your vision turned black, flickering stars appearing in the darkness of your sinful desire. After a single deep thrust he pulled his fingers out, taking a step back from you.

You instantly turned around to face him. "No, Matty please...I need your fingers, please. I'll be good. I promise", you begged.

"Pull your dress down and fix your hair," he said with a cold undertone, his eyes turning dark and suddenly cooling the heated atmosphere.

You gulped at his sudden mood switch, already missing his loving touch on your skin and inside you. A flush of sadness overcame your shivering body as you couldn't discern whether this was part of the game or if he was genuinely mad at you.

He fixed the collar of his shirt, fumbling at the buttons as your hands frantically sought for his, but he rejected your touch. "Matty, I'm sorry."

He placed his hands on your hips, gently adjusting the fabric of your dress as he pushed it down. You closed your eyes, feeling his lips brush against your ear as he drew nearer. "You wanted the bad girl treatment?", he whispered in your ear, his voice still cold and distant. "Now you'll have to deal with it, darling."

You breathed out a disappointed sigh, resting your head against his chest. He stroked his hand softly through your hair, as he mumbled against the top of your head "and now you fix your hair, we go outside and you're gonna be my good girl, okay?"

"Okay", you nodded needily. "What do you want me to do?"

"Tell your mom about us"

"That's all?" your cheeky smile was back as you looked up at him, batting your eye lashes. "That's what it takes to earn Matty Healy's fingers?"

"Hmm... not exactly," he said, now hugging you tightly. "I'm gonna hold your hand, kiss you and touch you in front of everyone and there's nothing you can do about it. I want them to see that you're mine. And that no one else can have you."

"I've been wanting that too, Matty. Since we got together. You make me so happy," you explained, reaching for his hands again. Instead of pulling away, he intertwined his fingers with yours, pressing soft kisses along your knuckles. "But maybe I'll have to admit that I enjoyed seeing you jealous and possessive," you added, giving him a shy, apologetical smile. "And I loved the way you fucked me afterwards, when we were alone."

He grinned at your words "I know. But you could've just told me"

"Yes, I'm sorry." The touch of his graceful hands filled you with anticipation as you couldn't wait for the reward you would receive later. "But do I really have to wait until later?"

"Yes," he said firmly. "You need to prove me you're a good girl first."

You sighed at his words.

"And don't you dare try to make me jealous on purpose ever again," he added, raising his finger as he pulled away. "I swear if you do that..."

"Then what?", you smirked playfully.

"You better pray you'll never find out"

For a beat, you locked gazes, wide smiles spreading across your faces, both of you excited for the next chapter in your relationship. You were ready to step into the light, to proudly show the whole world who you belonged to.

"I love you", he whispered before landing a sweet kiss to your forehead.

"I love you, too"

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hamiltonfilms · 2 years ago

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Hey, could you do a continuation of social media au with Arthur? I really enjoyed the first part so I am waiting for new parts.

Get Lucky 😎

INSTAGRAM AU/STORY

pairing : Arthur Leclerc x Verstappen!reader

summary : you and arthur crush each other and you think no one knows about it but everyone sees it

warning: fluff but also angst, memory of a broken heart, overprotective brother Max, +16, adults language

a/n: so I decided to write a continuation so keep reading and I hope you like it

part 1 / part 3

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yn/verstappen pov you accidentally leave your phone in a meeting and go to the toilet.

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arthur_leclerc I just noticed something wrong with my face

dennis_hauger you should be glad you have a more cooler camera roll now

y/nverstappen yes, if you mean you're cursed photos

oscarpiastri I was forced to take this photo they wouldn't let me eat in peace

y/nverstappen I'm sorry for those idiots who didn't let you eat in peace

juri_vips wow, I'm a handsome dude in these photos

yn/verstappen especially on the last oneespecially on the last one

y/nfanss1 ok but what is wrong with arthur's picture

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dennis_hauger dancing queen

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y/nverstappen I don't know whether to laugh or cry

dennis_hauger I think both answers are correct

maxverstappen1 do you both look like you're on something, y/n i hope you're not high

y/nverstappen attention attention bro overprotective mode on, no max i'm 100% sober and not high

randomfan33 oh jesus so cute does anyone know if they are a couple?

y/nfansss the only thing dennis and y/n have in common is that they are teammates apart from their friendship

y/nverstappen

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yn/verstappen just a photo dump from last week

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danielricciardo I'm still waiting for you to start your jpg account

y/nverstappen Maybe someday you'll see haha

danyricfann1 yes y/n provides us with the content of daniel and max's pictures and she is also a swiftie, i just love her

y/nloverr like we all welcome to the fan club

arthur_leclerc I see a great T-shirt in the 5th photo, I think I should buy it for my brother

y/nverstappen hahhaha i think everyone loved this shirt

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randomgirl today is our day. love my sweet boyfriend

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arthur_leclerc ❤❤❤

arthurandy/nforever nooo arthur and y/n were supposed to be a couple and they weren't and y/n liked??!?

arthurfanss today we will talk about how artur looks in these photos or what about y/n

user567 y/n and artur were and are rivals from what is known, they were not even friends

currently MP Motorsports

A meeting like a meeting I didn't really care about them why hmm maybe because they've been talking for two fucking years about having to change tactics and whether they will or not. Browsing through instagram, out of boredom, I saw a post on the proposed one and something seemed to me that the boy from this post seemed strangely familiar after the comment I saw that it was Artur. Instantly my heart was shattered and tears welled up in my eyes. On Dennis's face, I saw this strangely laughing, terrified expression.

"Y/n if you feel bad, you can go to the toilet, you know, anyway, it's the end of the meeting" I heard from the mouth of one of the strategists.

I ignored everyone's gaze and, like the rest, got up from my chair and left the conference room. Someone grabbed my arm, I turned around and saw it was Dennis (the one who is my best friend from karting, let's say he protected me from stupid assholes and I protected him from stupid girls) Hauger.

"It's okay you look miserable you know y/n I'm getting worried" I didn't have the strength to even respond so I showed him my phone "that's an asshole"

That's how only he and I knew about my "crush" despite everything he tried to prove to me that it was only temporary, but it wasn't. I felt him hug me so I hugged him tighter. I felt tears running down my cheeks immediately in my head I felt terribly pathetic but I can see that I felt betrayed and why? Let's think maybe it's because lately I thought I had an advantage, because he flirted with me, maybe because I was a cheap whore to him, that something happened, that I was just stupid. Our hug is over.

"It's not your fault, he just doesn't have much taste" I felt a smile appear on my face, I still don't know why he is on my side. "If it makes you feel any better, we're all going to the club after the race tonight and I'm pretty sure he'll be there with her so we can give him a reason to be jealous."

"Sometimes I don't deserve you golden boy you know?"

Without words, we set off to the garage to gather for the race. It wasn't an awkward silence, on the contrary, it was comfortable. Suddenly I felt someone enter me.

"I'm sorry I didn't see you" that uplifting tone of voice was telling me something so I looked up and saw Arthur.

"It's okay" I said with a slight smile and kept walking even though I could feel his eyes on my back.

A moment passed and it was after the race p3 is not such a bad result even though if it wasn't for arthur I would have had p2. After the time spent and the media interviews, I went to change clothes and arrange a time with Dennis to pick me up from the hotel. I got in the car and headed towards the hotel but my attention was caught by a dingy Mexican restaurant I had a bad mood I don't know if it was because of the whole thing with Arthur or because instead of p2 I have p3 or maybe because I have my period. Probably summarizing all aspects are correct. While eating the burito, tears began to flow by themselves, but I was eating and driving at the same time, which probably wasn't safe because of the sea of tears from my eyes. When I ate and got to the hotel I threw myself on the bed I had a lot of notifications but I thought that probably people were congratulating me on a successful race. Suddenly on the phone screen I saw that "loser brother" is calling, he probably wanted to go out today because we are in the same place.

"Do you ever write back when you need to?!" You can tell the frustration in his voice

"Nice to hear from you too"

"Y/n is no place for jokes, you and Artur what about you, broken heart. I don't know to come to you with ice cream and tons of sweets" that voice I remember from childhood, the older brother's concerned voice.

"What the fuck are you thinking. Me and Arthur, heartbroken?"

"So not okay, but wait, so you're not?"

"No Max, nothing has ever connected me with him, I don't know where this idea came from"

"So you haven't been on Instagram wait I'll send you a link and remember I'll always be by your side" He hung up to be honest I don't know if I was scared or laughing but as soon as I opened it I froze.

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motosportgossip is y/n going through a broken heart? what is behind the crying and burrito, did arthur leave her for someone else?

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user44 they were never a couple

y/nloverrr not just our poor y/n if that's true then i don't believe in love

y/nverstappen you missed because the reason was my p3 and probably period so yeah

y/nfans god she slaying

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touloserlautrec · 4 months ago

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Get To Know Your Moots Writeblr Interview

Thanks for the tag, @mk-writes-stuff (here) and @ceph-the-ghost-writer (here)!

The question template by @davycoquette is here!

On the Tumblr Writing Community

How long have you had your writing Tumblr/Writeblr? Uh... Hmm. Me and time measurement don't mix great. Haha maybe about a year ish?

What led you to create it? My partner/co-writer, @sunset-a-story pulled me in and I'm grateful they did! I'm always resistant to joining social media sites, but this one was well worth it.

What’s your favorite thing about the Writeblr community? All the kindness and interaction. It's the one place on the internet I feel like I'm interacting with real humans and engaging with creativity anymore, rather than just shouting into the void. It's a great community.

What’s one thing you’d like your mutuals to know about you? I am an introvert with a deeply people-focused job, so sometimes I don't interact as much as I'd like to because of The Tired. But I love seeing your posts and reading your stories and thinking about your characters!

Is there anything you’d like to see more of on your dash? I pretty much always want more stories and characters and art. There is plenty of it on my dash, but I am a glutton for blorbos and stories.

What tips/advice do you have for someone who made a Writeblr today? Don't be afraid to comment, reblog, send asks-- I was super nervous about that at first because on other sites it can be a minefield, but the writeblr community is wonderful!

WIP it Good

Which Works-in-Progress (WIPs) or writing projects are you noodling about, lately? Pretty much I'm working on Sunset all the time. It's the only WIP I'm actively writing/editing and I'm rotating it in my head for most of my days. But I do have a handful of OCs from other stories/'verses that live strictly in my brain. Lately, that's included an alien Mech pilot named Lux; a head-empty reincarnation of a trickster fae, named Axel; and a reluctant superhero who travels through people's dreams, named Piper.

How long have you been working on them? I've been working on Sunset with @sunset-a-story for about 17 years. The last several years (8, by their count) it's been more seriously dedicated writing. Axel has lived in my head for probably a decade, and Lux is less than a year in. Piper came into being a couple weeks ago.

Do you remember what inspired them/what got you started? Sunset started as a TTRPG that grew into a much larger story. It definitely had anime influences at the time and has evolved from there.

How much time, in your best estimation, do you spend thinking about them? If I'm not focusing on work, then... all of it.

When someone asks the dreaded, “What do you write about,” question, what do you usually say? I have a bad habit of downplaying it that I'm trying to break, so usually it starts as something like, "A silly genre serial," and then I try to course correct to something like, "It's a science-fantasy serial about people with powers, corrupt, problematic corporations, and espionage, with romance and horror elements and lots of intertwined storylines."

What do you want to say (if it’s different from what you do say)? I'd like to, without cringing, just be like "Listen, it sounds bananas but it's like the best dump cake you ever ate. It's so delicious. It has everything. It has super powers, it has deeply flawed and morally grey characters, it has horrible cannibal vampires and people who hunt them, it has cult-like corporations, it's queer and diverse as hell, there's romance and steamy scenes, and it has SPIES. It's hilarious sometimes and devastating others. It will hurt your feelings. You'll love it."

Let’s Rotate Blorbos

Name any characters you created. Listen, our cast is enormous enough that we have a Dramatis Personae. So Instead of listing them, here's a link to my art, which is 99.9% exclusively of our OCs.

Who’s the most unhinged? Sunset's cast falls into one of three categories: OCs I created, OCs @sunset-a-story created, and OCs we both created and the origin is murky at best. I'm gonna choose one that I created here-- Emmett. He pretty much an unhinged, driven, competitive hurricane.

Who comes the most naturally for you to write? Alex. Alex is my baby and is the closest to my heart. He was the first character in Sunset I created.

Do you ever cringe at them? Oh, all the time. They don't make good choices, but that's how you build a great story.

How much control do you feel you have over your characters? Only some. They mostly take off themselves. I just kind of get a seed of imagination germinating and see where it grows.

Do you enjoy people asking questions about your characters? YES. I love asks, reblogs, tags, comments... Being a writer/artist/creative online feels like shouting into an empty void most of the time, so when I get a comment or a reblog or an ask it's like the biggest battery charge for me. It's easy to get discouraged, so those moments are life savers sometimes.

On Writeblr Engagement

What makes you want to follow another Writeblr account? If their WIP seems to vibe with me (especially science-fantasy, queer, romantic, dark stories), if they post a lot of their own work and reblog other original creators' work, if there's art involved too, or if they generally seem like someone I'd vibe with.

What makes you decide against following? Usually it's either because a blog is too dedicated to fandoms I don't know, or if it's all just reblogs of memes--then it depends on the vibe. But the biggest reason I don't follow is, unfortunately, that I get tired and can't focus enough to scope new people out. BUT I do keep tabs on new blogs in my activity notifications to come back to and check out when I've recouped some energy.

Do you interact with non-mutuals often? ...Maybe? TBH I forget sometimes who are moots and who I just follow. I interact with people that seem neat and friendly and I'm brave enough to try. Some of them are for sure moots. Some of them aren't. And then there are those who seem really cool and I need to build up confidence enough to interact with more than just liking and reblogging. Which is silly, because almost all of us say all the time that we love interaction from others, so...why do we let anxiety do this to us??

Do your mutuals’ characters occupy space in your noodle? YES. BLORBOS. I think about them regularly. It's the best.

I'll gently tag @revenantlore @littlemoondarling @scribe-of-stories and open tag!

#writeblr #tag games

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hetaologist · 7 months ago

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Waking Up in Las Vegas Pt. 1 (APH America x Fem! Reader)

Rating: SFW

Synopsis: You are a news reporter sent to Las Vegas to cover a story in the big city by your boss. America has been a secret long-term fan of your blogs until that one day you posted that juicy story about him ...

"Man, that was...quite the flight..." You said to yourself once you got out of the airplane. You walk through the gates and stop by baggage claim for your suitcase.

"HEY DUDE! Never thought I would find you here!" America yells from across the terminal. He was wearing a tie-dye red, white, and blue t-shirt, gray sweatpants, and his iconic pair of Crocs.

"Wait...are you...The United States of America?!" You questioned him. It was kinda of a surprise to see him there.

"Yes ma'am, that would be me~☆." He said while flashing his million dollar smile.

"Well...my god. Wha- how do you even know me in the first place?"

"Come on Dude, you're that reporter who runs a popular blog for that big news site, 'The Hawkeyes' !"

"I'm just surprised to see you here. Did you know I was coming to Las Vegas?" You were curious as to how America knew you were stationed in Vegas. That's when his face gets all peachy and sweaty.

"Oh!? Well...it's just a simple coincidence. Yeah, that's all~!" He said while rubbing the back of his neck.

"Really? Are you sure you're not stalking me?" As a slight smirk grows on your face.

"WAI- WHAT?! Dude, I TOTALLY wouldn't do that! That's like totally weird and creepy." He huffs and folds his arms. "Anyways...since we just so happen to be here at the same time and NOT because I was watching your social media or whatever, I wanted to talk to you about your recent report."

"Oh? Is that so, Mr. America? Which one do you want to talk about?"

"Hmph, how about I treat you to lunch first? Since there's a lot I want to say."

You think about it for a good minute. This discussion could add some valuable insight to your report. "Sure, I have plenty of time."

"Great! I'll take you to my favorite spot in this airport~!" America beamed.

He takes you over to a 1950's styled diner at the food court. "This place got some wicked burgers man." He sits you down at a booth and he sits right in front of you. The waitress comes by, hands both of you a menu, and takes your drink orders. Then America crosses his arms with a slight grin on his face. "So....Ms. Y/N, your report about me last week...."

"What about it, America?"

He takes a deep breath, "So, it seems like you have some...theories about me..."

The waitress hands us our drinks and takes our order. "Theories?" You smirked.

"Oh ho ho~! Don't play dumb with me Ms. Y/N. You posted about my "alleged" criminal track record online. You have theories linking me to these unsolved crimes. That's quite bold of you..." He says in a low-toned voice.

You started to feel the heat but kept your cool. "Hmm, what's wrong with that? I can write about whatever I want. After all, freedom of press~."

"True. However, not if it damages an innocent person's life. That my dear, is a suable offence." America says before drinking his super thick and rich cookies and cream milkshake.

That's when you could feel the heat rise above your neck and pool into your face. "I have proof..."

"Proof? I highly doubt that. You have no concrete proof of me committing these crimes, or any crime as a matter of fact." He leans back in his chair while placing his feet on the booth next to you.

"Hmm, so since we are here, let's clear things up. Shall we?" Your gaze pierces into his eyes.

He chuckled with delight. "Ah~, and if you find out that it's not true, you'll take down that post and post an apology. Deal?"

"Hmm...deal." You reached out your hand and shook hands with him.

The waitress quickly comes by with your food and America immediately picks up his big ass hamburger and takes a bite of it.

"So, Mr. Stars and Stripes...where do you want to start?"

With his mouth still full and chewing, he replies "Hmm... let's talk...about the...theory of...that LA highspeed...chase that...happened three...weeks ago..." He takes a big gulp of his milkshake.

#hetalia #aph america #hetalia america #hetalia fanfiction

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spitdrunken · 1 year ago

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Are you alive? Hope you're doing well and having a good time IRL!

Do you get annoyed or creeped out if people send too many asks? >O<;

I am alive and well, doing good! I'm just busy with my life outside of social media, haha!! I've really tried to cut back my usage of it, and Tumblr has kinda fallen alongside it... But yeah, I also just have something that I would consider an 'IRL social life' now, where I first had none. And it's been great, I've done a lot of new things, and made new friends! But being waaay less active on here has been the cost of all that.

I will also just say that, as I've grown older, I've become less and less interested in writing other people's requests, if that makes sense. I would like to be on here, but despite all my warnings about me being picky with the asks I answer, I still feel it's a bit? Hurtful?? To ignore people, essentially, haha! I think I set too high standards for my writing on here in general, so maybe I should just relax a little, hmm... I do have it written everywhere that I'm not a request blog.

I do still write, but it's mostly just dedicated to personal fanfiction writing projects (latest of which being Cream and Ice), most of which won't see the light of day. (A lot of self insertion stuff, to be honest, haha.) And... Life just happens.

I really don't get bothered if people send in a bunch of asks, but still, I'm just not on here a lot anymore! I might be in short bursts, but I'm not sure if I'll ever be on as active on here as I'm used to... Or I will be, but not in the same way. I do miss the interaction with likeminded people on here.

#nw

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velvetineblue · 1 year ago

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What do you think the fandom for your character would be like? Are they a fan favorite, a love to hate villain, derided for whatever reason, or something else?

By contrast, what would their haters dislike about your character? Is it a petty complaint? A mischaracterization of the character or their intentions? Are they just a woman in a largely male-centric series?

What is the quote between your character and their love interest/whoever they might be shipped with that their fans would latch onto? ( i am here...for taiquinn content any day :DDD )

What do you think the fandom for your character would be like? Are they a fan favorite, a love to hate villain, derided for whatever reason, or something else? This is tough; I don't really know how other people see him ! But to me . . . I know that I do not see Tai as being the 'main character' or fan fave in a potential narrative. I know if I were ever going to pitch a show using my OC's, he wouldn't be the main character: not in a bad way, like it's not that I don't think he can carry that role!! It's just that I think his best and most natural position is ... as part of a duo. Or part of a group. I think he's the type of character who may not nessecarily be the fan favorite, but if you took him out of the cast . . . the group would suddenly feel very off. The chemistry would be off, and it feels a lot emptier without him. He contributes a lot to the 'heart' of the group -- perhaps more than anyone realizes, until he's not there, and his absense is suddenly felt very strongly. I think he is a glue or essential member that most people like, but only a rare niche part of the fandom LOVES to the point of like, caring enough to write fic about or make fanworks that focus on him, heh. but those niche people who do obsess over him individually are super cool ; ) bahahah By contrast, what would their haters dislike about your character? Is it a petty complaint? A mischaracterization of the character or their intentions? Hmm... well, the way he experiences love can be very intense. Obsessive. All-consuming. Unhealthy; problematic, sometimes. I know from feedback I've seen & gotten before that some people understandably don't like that... and that's fine ! His personality is the result of trauma that manifested in a variety of ways: some of it unfolded in a positive way, into healthy coping mechanisms, but a lot of it . . . very much did not. But ... I'm not the kind of writer who cares about giving all my characters positive character devolpment that makes them their 'best', healthiest self. Some people say that's romantasizing or 'normalizing' unhealthy attachments, but, idk ... I think it's a 'to each their own' thing. Because for myself, I prefer seeing characters/relationships I can relate to in media, rather than characters/relationships I aspire to be/have? I hope that makes some sense... But tbh, I really wouldn't care if anyone dislikes him, for any reason— whether it's a valid reason or not. ( Excluding racism, sexism, homophobia, etc. Then ur a lil bitch baby. ) But other than that... not every character is for everyone ???? And I mean that both in the sense that you can't possibly expect everyone to like your characters, but also literally: not every character is written for ME to like. There are characters out there that I LOATHE or feel absolutely nothing for: but they reach their intended audiennce: other people in the fandom will feel represented by that same character, and/or that character brings them great comfort/entertainment... so yeah. I truly do not care when someone hates my characters JASJAJ. It doesn't offend or bother me at all; I will simply tip my hat to them and suggest they seek out other characters who do speak to them!! : D

What is the quote between your character and their love interest/whoever they might be shipped with that their fans would latch onto? ( i am here…for taiquinn content any day :DDD ) BLESS U, FERRE, for I too am here for Taiquinn content any day !! I have no idea what quotes potential shippers would latch onto ( if there's one thing I learned from answering these asks, it's that I actually have no idea what fandoms like & how they perceive things??? ksksksk WHY DID I EVEN REBLOG THIS MEME???????? ) , but to give this an answer, I went through their threads and found many quotes from Lynnie's replies that I love, hehe. THERE'S MANY I COULD PICK, but I think I'll say this one 'cause it summarizes/depicts many things about them that I love <3 “I missed that. This. Us, doing what we do best.” Trouble? Violence? She means being side by side, connected, looking after each other - what was taken away from them when they were apart. “I said something earlier. Something that I know hurt you. I keep on thinking and… I don’t know if it’s you I’m truly mad at. I believe I’m mad at.. This world. This world that rejects us, that rejects the life we’re living in a way we’re never safe to exist together. A life that’s made of This. Of having to run away.” She pauses. Each one of her pause leaves her voice suspended in the atmosphere, with a thought, a look, a caress on his hand. “But… I wouldn’t trade it for anything else.” I think this shows the duality of why they are so good together. Taiquinn work so well together because they have shared ideals, a shared goal, and shared interests. They both want to fix the world, because they consider it broken and unjust. They both enjoy thrills, action; they like playing games and challenging others. It's easy to see how they were drawn to each other and why they make a good team: they have very obvious compatibilities right there on the surface, which anyone with eyes can see asjajj But Quinn also mentions their more private inner world together, which is not necessarily apparent to others: their relationship is not all about how fun it is being rebellious and revolutionary and beating people up together; it's also about them looking after each other. (The 'something' that hurt Tai was her saying he had 'abandoned' her. And that hurt him deeply because... ) Another thing that bonds and glues Taiquinn to each other on a more intimate level is that they became each other's safe place. The safe, warm, loving home that neither of them experienced before they found each other. Both of them grew up in unstable homes without ever feeling safe, without ever feeling truly seen or heard, and without a family they could rely on... and so they did for each other what nobody else did for them. They protect each other. They can trust each other completely. They understand each other. They built the home and family that never had, with each other. So they have these two very strong reasons they are bonded together, and sometimes those two things are even at odds !! For example, they both want to change the world for the better: but it's hard to 'look after each other' when you're always making yourselves targets... 🤔 But despite how complicated that dilemma is, they make it work, because yes their lives are constantly full of chaos and things blowing up and unpredictability... but THEY remain always there for each other: the one stable, reliable, trustworthy, dependable thing you can always count on is that Tai will be there for Quinn and vice versa. IS WHAT I'M SAYING MAKING ANY SENSE IDK I feel like I just rambled a lot, but basically. tl;dr: they are chaos gremlins with a cause, and they love it, and wouldn't have it any other way............ but the one constant, reliable, faithful thing in each others live is their love and trust in one another. and they also wouldn't have that any other way, either. so it's like they get the best of both worlds: the revolution, AND the comfort of each other < 3

#yes i have asks /THIS/ old ( and older ) in my ask box..... nobody notice that this meme was posted like 6 months ago pls HAHASHHA.#but fr; sorry this is so late; sometimes I'm just not in the mood to talk about my opinions or ramble abt my own muses asjajjj #so it takes me awhile~#also i am so sorry for the formatting on this post asjjaj. one day we will know why tumblr takes it upon itself to add random big letters &#italizations to my posts but.......... that day is not today.

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akumei-official · 1 year ago

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oml I havent seen a moonringshipper in forever...... fic recs??

Hmm... I'm very picky about my portrayal of Colress, so there aren't many. I would say The Scientific Method is the one that goes down the easiest for me; hoenndawn really gets his character across in a way others don't, and I enjoy that. Their response to one of the comments on the fic provides what I think is great insight into his character in the games:

[...] So many people see [Colress] as… the stereotypical fictional scientist, really… Objective, distant, cold… And I mean, I don't follow the anime or the manga, so for all I know they could be drawing his character from those media. But in the games, he doesn't strike me as being very objective at all, despite clearly valuing the truth. He's so happy every time he's defeated, every time he sees that the bonds between people and pokemon really do make them stronger. And all of his interactions with the player character just feel so… warm. It's one of the reasons I really love him as a character. Sure, he's acting like a proper scientist, trying to test the world to determine the truth instead of just accepting what he wants to be true simply because he wants it. But it always seemed very clear to me that the player character is absolutely making his day every time they meet.

Other than that, YMMV! If you like a more... compassionate? empathetic?... take on Colress, Only the Truth is well-written with a more serious tone than "The Scientific Method."

I'll probably write a fic(let) of my own at some point, since none currently capture the nuance of what I like about the pairing. I'll let you be the judge of quality if/when I do. :)

#アクメイ #moonringshipping

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alexsfictionaddiction · 27 days ago

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Review: Last Seen Online by Lauren James

There is something about thrillers with an online element that I find really intriguing. With the internet being as wild as it is, it often feels like anything is possible here -even things you previously thought unbelievable. Add the insane energy that fandoms contain and it's the perfect mix for a twisty, shocking thriller.

Aspiring, young actress Delilah has a nightmare audition for her school play but it sees her paired up with Sawyer, whose mother starred in a very popular TV show decades before. A show that ended when one co-star apparently murdered the other. But Delilah has come across some mysterious blog posts from back then, written by an online persona called gottiewrites, who appears to know things about the actors' personal lives. Before long, Delilah is immersed in a world of conspiracy, obsession and the fact that the truth of what happened may still be hidden.

From the very first paragraph, we are clearly supposed to think of Delilah as relatable and 'just a normal girl'. She worries about the same minor imperfections that we do and so, it's obvious that she is us in the story. Having a character who serves as the reader's eyes in the story is a really great device but I'm not sure I should have been able to 'see' the workings of this in the writing. I probably would have liked Delilah just as much as I did without being immediately told that she worries about bad breath or her period showing.

I really liked how the story was told in various forms of media and that we were introduced to the scandal as it unfolded in the press. It meant that we were given evidence to come to our own conclusions as Delilah was piecing things together and that made for a really satisfying read. I also felt like I got to know the show, despite it never being an actual show. I don't know whether Lauren James has any experience with the makings of a TV show but it felt very well researched.

Of course, we also get gottiewrites' blog posts to read through. I really believed in gottiewrites as an obsessed online fan but sometimes some of the choice of words made me think 'hmm, was this how we spoke in 2014?'. As someone who was heavily involved in online communities in 2014 and before, some of the language that gottie and their commenters use felt far too contemporary. For example, I don't remember us talking about 'receipts' 10 years ago. It's a minor thing that I know some readers won't even notice but it did take me out of things temporarily.

The way the comments spiral was really well done and read really authentically. I could believe that these were copied and pasted from a real Tumblr post. I could almost hear all the different voices chiming in with their thoughts and I definitely forgot that James wrote all of these bits too. It's a real art to come up with all of these tiny character appearances, so I really commend them for that.

Delilah's characterisation as an obsessive friend also felt really authentic. She displays more than a few neurodiverse traits and I'd believe it if the author confirmed that she's undiagnosed but certainly autistic. Her intensity frightens her friend Nida and this is something that many autistic people come up against. I've not seen it displayed quite as explicitly as James does it here, so I really appreciated that.

Last Seen Online is definitely a page-turner. The nature of the format (the blog and comments make up quite a lot of words) slows down the pacing but the fact that I wanted to keep reading it means that it is worth diving into. I can see how some readers might find the plot convoluted but as I said at the start of this post, it's believeable if you know anything about the craziness of online fandoms. If you like YA stories that explore celebrity culture, scandals and fandom investigations, you'll love it.

#last seen online #lauren james #ya #thriller #book review #review #books #bookworm

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hallelujahmeatgod · 3 years ago

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Everyone can try leaving you but not me.

Banana Fish

+pairing: Ash Lynx x Fem Reader

+summary: Ash finding out about your side hustle because you’re in great need of money for your little brother.

+word count: 4451

+warning: Angst, lots of cursing, talk of prostitution as well as sexual abuse, little bit of violence, and talks of death. Nothing really sexual, just a little suggestive in a small section of the story. Other than that there’s nothing else. Tell me if I missed something.

+note: Ash and reader are together but not really? like they don’t have a label or anything like that. Ash met her through Shorter and found out she’s homeless so he offered her to basically be part of his gang.

I ship Ash and Eiji all the way but I just thought of this concept and thought it fits Ash. I really think Ash would react this way if this were to happen to him.

Tell me what you guys think, I’m only now finding the confidence to post my writings. So I’d appreciate feedbacks.

Y/N’s POV

"What? Y-you're going back to that? Are you sure?"

"Why wouldn't I be?" I asked back, as I smooth out my flimsy top and short skirt.

"Why though?" He asked, scratching his head.

"Extra income" I said curtly. He was about to ask another question but I cut him off. I've had enough questions for today. "Oh! It's getting darker, that's my cue. See you around, don't cause anymore trouble you guys. I don't want my first night back ruined because of your fights." I chirped, as I walked away.

Deep breaths. No turning back now. This is my official comeback.

Time to get filthy.

Ash's POV

"Yo boss, what's up!"

"Boss Ash!"

"Ash! Ash! Ash!"

My gang members hollered and cheered as I walked at the street we mainly dominate. These guys are a little too much. Seriously cheering? I might be discovered by the media. I might give models and celebs a run for their money if they keep up like this. *smirk smirk*

I nodded and greeted them as I walked by. I was just going to my house to get something and I'm out again. This gang leader thing is all cool but damn is it exhausting. No damn breaks.

But then again I'd do anything for my people, they're my family.

"Yo Ash!"

Someone called which made me turn around, only to be met by one of my gang members.

"Hey! What's up? Everything good today? I didn't hear much commotion today, hmm you guys are saints now or what?" I joked. It really was rather peaceful today. I didn't have anyone suddenly come out of nowhere to report something bad to me today, which is very new. Didn't get in a single fight today.

"How's Y/N? Saw her already?"

"Y/N? Is she looking for me? I actually haven't seen her." I asked, very much confused.

Whenever she's looking for me she never asks the men, she always finds her way to me. It's like she's got a tracker on me, she just always knows where to find me. She only ever asks the guys about my whereabouts whenever something serious or urgent is about to go down, like a fight or something.

"Really? She's not around here? Must've taken the other streets. Huh, weird. I really thought she was gonna take this street." He said, but more to himself.

"What's up? Was she looking for me? Cause if she was then there must be something serious going on." I said seriously.

"She wasn't looking for you. I was just surprised she's not around because I thought she’d take streets around here consi--"

“What do you mean to take the streets around here? Did she get in a fight or something with other gangs?” I cut him off, just getting more confused as each second passes. Something’s not right, I can just feel it.

“Gang fight? No. It’s just that she came here earlier asking about the streets we cover and how they are today, because she said she’s--” He stopped just before he could get to the point, looking like he just realized something.

“You know I hate it when people don’t finish what they’re saying, so you better finish what you’re saying” I said calmly, but I know he knows that I’m about to explode right now. “Something’s not right I already know, you won’t be shaking right now if all is well. So the only thing left here is for you to tell me what it is. What's something you know that I don't?" I continued with the calm yet cold approach. He better tell me or else.

His eyes got even bigger and he looked anywhere but me.

"What is it about Y/N? Spill it" I glared at him, scaring the hell out of him.

"B-boss, I d-don't want to be in trouble with Y/N. I didn't k-know that y-you didn't know. There must be a reason why she didn't t-tell y-you." He said, stuttering all over the place.

"Well too late now" I said coldly, as I took a step towards him. "You've already spilled so much, might as well finish it. You won’t get in trouble with her, but you will with me if you don’t tell me. So speak up." I ordered, in a tone that leaves him no choice but to talk.

"W-well….s-she's g-going to be p-prostituting tonight. I r-really didn't know you--"

When those words left his mouth It's as if everything around me got blocked out. I can't really hear him anymore as he kept on rambling. I tried controlling whatever rollercoaster of emotion is hitting me right now, but how can I when the anger is what's mainly hitting me. I can feel my blood boiling inside me and it's as if I see nothing but red.

"What the fuck"

"Well just sit back, relax, and let me give you a taste of heaven yeah? Let's even put a little taste of hell just for thrill" I winked at the old ass man in front of me. This dude can barely walk on his own, how the heck can he still be this horny? Can he even still get hard?

Y/N's POV

I dropped on my knees, purposely dragging my movements, taking my time because:

A) to tease old man, hoping I'd give him all the butterflies he needs that he'd just come undone right here, right now, and I'd be saved from doing more shit.

B) I just ain't looking forward to doing what I'm about to do. I really don't wanna touch him.

I traced his belt buckle which made him shiver. Damn, no skin contact even needed. Guess option A will be working in my favor.

I slowly started to undo his belt, pulling it off his pants. I unbuttoned his pants and started to pull it down when suddenly the door burst open. The door almost flew off.

I scurried to stand up and the old man copied me. But unlike me he looks kind of pissed.

I looked up to see who interrupted us, and when I did shivers immediately ran down my spine. I almost started to shake from fear.

My shaking eyes met with Ash's green ones and what made me shiver is the fact that they don't look how they normally do. Normally when I look at them, even when he's glaring, they'd look like a pretty jade stone. But this time around it's just full of anger, you can literally see the anger swirling in his eyes.

What is he even doing here? How’d he found out? I am so dead. I was moving about stealthily all day so he wouldn't catch onto anything, yet here he is.

“Come on Y/N, we’re leaving” He said in a very calm yet sinister way.

“Who are you huh? You’re not just taking her away! Get out of here, you can't just interrupt us!” Old man retorted back.

At this point I’m more scared for this old man than for myself. The last thing you want to do when Ash is in this state is to act all tough and tell him what to do. Boomer should consider shutting up.

Ash closed his eyes, took a deep breath and looked up again. “Stay out of it old man, I’m not talking to you.” He glared. “Y/N, come here”

Before I could say anything the old man had already pulled me to him, making me drop to the floor. “You are going nowhere young lady. You will finish what you've started” Old man said to me as he tightened his grip on my arm.

“And you Goldilocks, just run along and don’t ruin this moment we’re having. She’s the freshest I’ve ever come across so I’m looking forward to what she has to offer.” He smirked, looking at Ash and then me. When he looked at me he gave me such a disgusting, hungry look, which made me feel like barfing.

“How about I just fucking finish your life huh pops?” Ash threatened, as he chuckled. “You seem like you’ve already lived long enough, why don’t you take your rest now pops”

Before the old man can say anything Ash beat him to it. “So get your filthy, wrinkly old hands off her.”

“You’re not the boss of me Goldie, so scram!”

“Same goes to you gramps. If you’re not going to remove your hands off her I’m afraid I’d have to just do it for you. Anyway, you are old as a fossil, you do need lots of assistance huh?” Ash snarked. I can almost see steam come out of the old man’s ears.

Ash didn’t give him any more chances to talk, he just advanced towards us. I got very alarmed not for myself but for whatever he’s about to do right now. I hate this old man but I don’t want Ash killing him, that’s not him, and it’s not worth it. I don't want him staining his name.

“ASH DON’T YOU DARE KILL'' I yelled as he advanced towards the old man.

Ash dropped the hand that was reaching at his back, which I know for a fact is reaching for his gun. He glared at me, rolled his eyes, before yanking the old man by the collar. “You disgusting old hag. I bet you can’t even get hard anymore. I hope you burn in hell.” He spit on the now shaking old man before hitting him at the side of the neck, knocking him out.

There was just silence between Ash and I. I was sitting on the ground not daring to look at Ash and the same goes with him. After a long moment of silence, Ash yanked me by the arm, adjusted my top and skirt for me before dragging me out of the building.

For some reason anger started to boil inside of me.

“Ash let me the fuck go! That hurts you blonde dimwit!” I yelled at him, as I tried my best to break free from his iron-like grasp. I kept on thrashing around and yelling at him but he didn’t even seem fazed one bit. He just continued dragging me out and onto his motorcycle. I was about to protest and tell him I ain’t getting on it, but he basically dragged/carried me to sit in front of him.

This made me even more annoyed because he knows damn well that if he made me sit behind him I wouldn’t think twice jumping off.

Why do you have to know me that well?!

We rode his motorcycle in silence but I can feel how angry he is. I can tell by the way he kept on breathing hard which means he’s really trying to control it. Which again means that he’s been wanting to explode since earlier. I can also tell by how stiff he’s being and by the way he’s driving, which actually is scaring me just a bit, because even for my reckless self it’s a little too fast.

The moment we stopped at our street he didn’t move, but I can feel his stare at the back of my head. I swear I can feel the intensity of it even without looking. He can burn a hole if he wants to.

“Well move the fuck back! The least you can do for ruining my side hustle is to leave me the fuck alone” I said, harshly pushing him and shoving the helmet to him.

I was stomping my way into the street when I heard him laugh, a laugh that isn’t really a laugh, a very sinister, devilish one.

“You really have the nerves to get angry at me huh? Don’t fucking run away from me.”

“You’re not the boss of me Ash, so fuck you!”

“You already are!” He retorted, which made me look back at him, almost breaking my neck in the process. I gave him the finger saying “bitch” under my breath before walking away again.

“Hey Y/N!” Gang members greeted me.

I was about to greet them with my cold ass glare cause I can’t be bothered to be nice to anyone right now, but I was suddenly yanked by Ash by the waist and again he dragged/carried me with him.

People and his gang members on the streets got out of his way.

“What did I just say about running away huh? You brat!” He hissed, tightening his hold on me.

“Ash let me go! I’ll kill you.”

“Ash I swear let go! I hate you so much. What are you guys looking at?!”

I continued thrashing around in Ash’s arms as I glared at the gang members as they watched as he dragged me with him.

Before Ash could round the corner that leads to his place I swear I heard Shorter say “Nobody better interrupt their fight. I’d rather be in the middle of a gang fight than their fight.”

“Skip, please leave for a second!” Ash called when we finally arrived at his place. Skip then came out of the room where Griffin is. Skip looked back and forth at us, with me still hanging by Ash’s side.

“A-are you guys okay?” Skip asked.

I heard so much concern in his voice that I finally looked up at him just so he wouldn’t worry much. “We’re all good, Skip. Don't worry. You can go now. Thank you, Skipper. I’ll see you tomorrow, yeah?” I said, trying my best to give him a warm smile though I’m still dangling by Ash’s side.

He nodded, not looking convinced but he left nonetheless. When he’s gone Ash literally threw me at his bed, considering that that’s literally the only thing he has in this room.

And just when I thought he’s been giving me a death glare all this time, he gave me a look that literally made me scared to talk. A look so cold you start questioning if he’s still human or not.

“Why?” He started calmly. The type of calm that scares the heck out of someone. “WHY THE FUCK WOULD YOU GO BACK THERE? AND TO HAVE THE AUDACITY TO GET MAD AT ME? YOU’RE SUCH A SHIT PERSON FOR THAT!” And there it is, the anger, the rage, the fire he’s been trying to contain this whole time.

“WHAT’S IT TO YOU?! I DON’T HAVE TO TELL YOU EVERYTHING THAT I’M DOING, YOU’RE NOT THE BOSS OF ME ASH”

“WHAT’S IT TO ME? WHAT THE FUCK KIND OF QUESTION IS THAT? I NEVER THOUGHT SUCH STUPIDITY CAN COME FROM YOU” He scoffed.

“I CAN DO WHATEVER THE FUCK I WANT, ASLAN. SO DON’T GO AROUND BLOWING OFF MY HUSTLE, I DON’T GO AROUND BLOWING YOURS” I screamed.

“I WOULDN’T HAVE BLOWN IT OFF IF IT ISN’T PROSTITUTING YOU WENT BACK TO! OF ALL THINGS YOU COULD DO TO EARN MONEY YOU SERIOUSLY PICKED THAT? OF ALL THE FUCKING THINGS?! ARE YOU SERIOUS?! YOU ARE VERY STUPID! WHY THE FU--”

“YOU CAN CALL ME ANYTHING YOU WANT. STUPID, WHORE, A SILLY EXCUSE FOR A FUCKING HUMAN, I DON’T CARE BECAUSE YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT I’M GOING THROUGH. YOU DON’T KNOW ANYTHING ASLAN! You don’t know how desperate I am right now. Beggars can’t be choosers.” I went off, but said the last part almost in a whisper, for my tears started to pool on my eyes. When I looked up at him and saw his shocked expression and saw no more anger in his eyes but saw guilt and sympathy I just broke down. Tears rolled down my cheeks, I can’t control them anymore, can't stop them from falling.

It just hurt too much.

I walked past him and stormed out of the house in a crying mess. Some of the gang members saw me asking if I’m okay but I just ran faster when they showed me concern. I kept on running, until I found myself in one of my favorite spots, a rooftop that showed me a great view of the sunrise, sunset, moon at night, and the city below. I go here when I want to be alone but mostly when I just want to cry. I never liked crying in front of others so I love isolating myself when I want to.

At a young age I was sent to prostitution and it’s scarred me deeply and those scars have yet to heal. It’s the reason why I ran away from the orphanage that I was in, I just can’t take it anymore. Some powerful gang have taken advantage of the poor orphanage and started sending the kids in there to prostitution. For a few years I was among those kids sent to prostitution, but by 14 I couldn’t take it anymore. So I chose to just run away. Being touched and used by old men and women as if you’re not a human being at all is the most disgusting feeling. It took away my purity, innocence and my dignity at such a young age. At that age I just wanted to disappear, I thought to myself that death is probably way better than being used as a sex doll over and over. It hurts, it hurts everywhere.

So I ran away with my brother, Jacob. He’s not my biological brother but I’ve known him since he was an infant, literally just a few days old. I’ve taken care of him since the day he's taken to the orphanage and swore that I’ll protect him from all the evil in this world. I knew it’s going to be hard to take him with me since I’m just a kid myself, but I just couldn’t bring myself to leave him and have him go through the same things I did. I wish I could’ve taken everyone with me. I was one of the older kids in there and my heart still aches for all the ones I wasn’t able to take with me. I still pray for them everyday.

I’m not mad at Ash. How can I be when he’s just concerned for me? He’s just protecting me for he’s the only one who knows about my story, my childhood, a childhood very much like his. He’s the one that took me in when we were 15. He’s the one who offered me a place to live, the one who introduced me to a gang that I consider as my family. I never knew what having a family felt like, but that’s until I met Ash and the gang. I never asked him for anything. Everything he’s done for me is just him being him.

Ash gave me a reason to keep on living. There’s many times that I just want to give up on life and just die, but because of him I now want to keep on living.

But life just sucks sometimes which is why I fall into situations like this.

“Are you calm now?” Ash’s voice brings me back to the present.

I wiped the remaining tears from my eyes, not bothering to look back.

He sat down beside me at the ledge and looked at the night sky that’s dawning upon New York.

“I’m sorry”

This made me look at him. “Why for?”

“For the things I said earlier. I feel sorry for going off at you like that, I was too mad earlier. But I’m not going to say sorry for dragging you out of there, because I don’t want that good for nothing old man marking and staining you. I don’t want anyone doing that to you. Never again.” He said calmly. Though I can see him clenching his fists, he is very calm now compared to earlier.

“I’m not mad at you Ash. If anything I’m actually thankful for what you did, and for everything else you do for me even if I don't ask” This time around he’s the one to look at me as I looked at the view before us. “I should be sorry. For doing that and for talking like that to you when you’re just saving me.”

He scooted a little closer to me, putting a bottle of beer between us which made me chuckle lightly. Classic Ash.

“You never really do anything without a serious reason, except for when you just want to have a little fun and get on the nerves of other gangs, then would you only do something without a serious reason.” He said, which made both of us chuckle. “So, any reasons for this one? You can tell me if you want, but it’s also fine if you aren’t ready yet. I’ll wait.”

I took a small chug of the beer before placing it between us again. “Like I said, I was desperate.” I looked at him and I instantly felt so safe. “I wanted to earn extra money for Jacob.”

“Is there something wrong with Jacob? Is there a problem with your aunt again?” Ash asked bitterly at the mention of my aunt.

I do have a relative, my aunt, that also lives in New York and I begged her to care for Jacob. At first she didn’t want to do it, she didn’t even want to take care of me even if the orphanage begged her, so what more this kid who isn’t even related to us. My aunt hated my mother which is why she also hates me just as much. I only really got her to look after Jacob because of money. I promised that I’ll give her the money to help support Jacob, so I’ve been hustling hard since I was 14 to make money to give to them. But my aunt took this opportunity to make a literal business out of Jacob, making me give more and more money. At this point I’m also supporting her.

I gave Ash a summary of the whole money situation and as to why I need more. He scoffed, clearly annoyed by what he just heard.

“What an evil bitch. I don’t even know her but I hate her. And after taking money from you, what? She still has the audacity to fucking call you names and degrade you. She’s fucking disgusting” He said with so much hatred as he chugged the rest of the beer we’ve been drinking.

“So that’s why I resorted to my last option, prostitution. I didn’t want to go back there, Ash. I was scared as fuck earlier, but I just told myself to suck it up since it’s for Jacob.” New tears started to pool on my eyes.

Ash noticed and immediately wiped them away for me with the sleeves of his long sweater. “Come here. I’m sorry you had to feel that way again. It must have been really terrifying. I even got mad at you earlier. I only got mad at you earlier because I know how deep of a scar that kind of life gave you, and I know for myself how that feels like so I just couldn’t control my emotions. I just don’t want you to ever go through that ever again.” He comforted me, pulling me to a tight hug. I buried my face on his shoulder and cried my heart out. This is the first time that I cried like this in front of him. I don’t even tear up in front of him.

I held onto him for dear life as he rubbed my back and let me cry. "Cry it all out. I'm right here, I'm not leaving you. Everyone can try leaving you but not me."

After a while when he noticed that I had calmed down, he pulled away just to engulf my face with his big hands. His warmth makes me feel safe.

"C'mon, let me see that beautiful face-- it's kind of puffy right now that's for sure" He joked, making me laugh as I smacked his arm. He wiped my tears for me again before smiling at me, a very reassuring one.

"Ash, thank you. Not just for saving me earlier and for comforting me, but for every single thing you've done and sacrificed for me. Thank you for giving me a home, a family, and a will to live. I owe you a lot" I said, angling my face a little so I could kiss his left hand.

"You don't owe me anything, it's all good. You yourself have done so much for me too so we're always even" He said, ruffling my hair.

He finally let me go and we settled back into our places.

"City sure is pretty from up here." He mused.

"Hmmm. You don't see all the evil in it up here." I agreed, nodding my head, looking down at the city below. "Ash, how did you even find me up here by the way? I don't remember telling you about this place nor taking you here"

"Skipper." he said, chuckling.

"I thought that kid went home"

"Well he didn't. He waited around the corner. That kid is smart, he didn't buy it when you said we’re good. I mean who would? You were hanging by my side while I scowled away." He said smiling warmly. He's always been the sweetest and loving towards Skipper.

"As expected from Skip."

"Y/n, don't go back out there tomorrow." He said sternly, stern yet not really demanding. "Please"

I look at him to see a face of worry and concern. He wasn't looking at me but I can clearly see it from the look on his eyes. I reached towards his face which made him look at me. I smiled at him as I ran my thumb on his cheek. "I wasn't planning to."

Relief washed over his face as he yanked me by the wrist, pulled me to him and connected our lips. Our lips danced together slowly, very carefully, and full of passion. He smiled against my lips, giving me one last peck before pulling away, still holding my face close to his.

"You got me, I got you, you're not alone anymore. You'll never have to go through tough times alone anymore. I'll be by you always and I'm never walking away and I want you to always remember that, okay?"

I nodded, looking straight into his emerald eyes.

"Good. Now let's go back." He said, standing up offering me a hand which I gladly accepted.

"Wanna make a bet?" I chirped.

"What?" He replied.

"That Skip is still at the corner waiting for us to come back"

"If he's not there waiting, is that even Skip?"

#banana fish #banana fish imagines #ash lynx #ash lynx imagines #banana fish ash #banana fish aslan #aslan lynx #ash lynx x reader #banana fish x reader

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kipperlillycopperkettle · 2 years ago

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thg s&b au !!!

i am a normal and healthy person (lie) and the main thing i have thought about since i was 12 is the hunger games. i literally think about the hunger games no joke at least once a day at LEAST. i am trapped in a hell made by suzanne collins etc etc.

however what this means is i end up making a lot of crossover aus, and i don't mean ‘the hunger games characters and these other characters are bffs now’ i mean like. ‘if i put [insert media here]'s characters into the hunger games universe how would that work. how would they react? what would their games be like?’ and the same thing happened with the grishaverse after i watched the show with peter.

how the grishaverse characters would work in the hunger games is there's such a broad age range and i am so insistent about finding characters to fill all twenty-four slots in the games that i made it a quarter quell with the twist of ‘all the victors are going back into the games’ a la 75 in thg canon. the way this fic was going to work/is going to work if i ever get around the finishing it is is a wild alternating pov set up. so it starts with alina's pov, and then it goes to inej, and then dunyasha (important to note that all of these characters are from different districts) and so on and so forth until we've heard from one of the characters from each district. after that, we hear mal's pov, and then alexei, and then nicolai, and these three character's are alina, inej, and dunyasha's district partners. and so it does this extremely overcomplicated alternating pov thing until a character dies and then their pov is cut from the rotation. i stopped this partially bc i didn't know how to decide who won and partially because i didn't feel confident writing about characters i don't really know like tamar and nicolai (i haven't read shadow and bone and don't really want to bc i've heard it's not great). so i'll probably pick this back up after next season when i'm more familiar with those characters!

this got SO long but anyway here's wonderwall (nina's reaping pov)

per haskell is wearing a deep plum suit, and he holds nina's wrist with a scary kind of intensity that she rarely sees in him, his fingers steady and rough even after all these years out of the arena.

“you can't let him do it,” he growls, his voice low and serious. “you can't.” his eyes bore into nina's own, and she resists the urge to shy away. instead she matches his hard gaze with her own.

“let him do what, exactly?” she asks, voice hard and stubborn as ice, her chin jutting out the way [her mentor] tells her it does whenever she’s being obstinate.

they both know who per is talking about. kaz is the only person per would be begging nina to control.

“volunteer for me!” he snaps, his eyes wide and almost manic. “i know he'll want to. i just know it. and you can't let him do it.”

nina yanks her wrist out of his grip, and crosses her arms across her chest, suddenly hyper-aware of the amount of cleavage this dress shows. “first of all,” she says, “we don't know that you'll be reaped. and second of all, when has anyone ever stopped kaz from doing something that he wanted to do?”

there's a long beat of silence that nina doesn't know how to interpret, before a slow, almost maddening grin breaks out on per's face.

“that's why i picked him, hmm?” he asks, and nina can't tell if he's looking for an answer or not. he claps nina on the back suddenly, the grin still painted on his face like a madman. “so i suppose we will just have to hope that neither of us is the lucky one who gets reaped.”

and as he walks away, his footsteps the only sound on the stone reaping stage, nina can't help but chuckle quietly at the idea that the tributes this year are lucky.

lucky ones, indeed — they'd had the luck of making it out and now they were getting thrown back in to be slaughtered. all because some victors couldn't keep their chins up and smile when the president told them to.

well. nina would make them regret not being able to keep their pretty little mouth shut. after all, didn't anyone ever tell them snitches get their fucking throats slit?

#also i heard mal in the books is bad and i love mal in the show he is my dearest darlingest #he and alina are married in this au <3 which is fun until it's sad #per haskell and nina and kaz are all district two victors #this was so fun to talk about i haven't looked at this fic in a while and honestly it absolutely fucks #i had a hard time picking which scene i wanted to include here bc so many of the ones i wrote are very fun imho #grishaverse tag #fic tag #ask tag

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five-rivers · 3 years ago

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Oh God, imagine the social media reaction to tinyMight, the feral adorable badass. Imagine his bullies and unfortunate small-time villains from 40+ years ago finding out who they tried to beat up. Imagine those few who have seen Yagi but don't know he's All Might wondering if skeleton man is All Might's twin or something. Imagine the shenanigans if the de-aging takes longer to undo. Interactions with Gran, Izuku, the other teachers.

Sequel to this.

Toshinori felt his smile grow progressively more fixed the longer the detective stared at him with that haunted expression. Was he in some kind of trouble? It sounded as if the villain had swapped him for another rookie hero, one named All Might (cool name!), but that shouldn't be Toshinori's responsibility. Maybe the quirk also linked them, somehow? That would explain why the villains had been trying to kill him, and why the banana hero- Present Mic didn't want him to leave. On the other hand...

Oh, he should just ask. That would be easier.

He opened his mouth to do just that when the detective spoke instead.

"This is going to be so much paperwork," he said.

"I'm sorry?" said Toshinori.

"Yagi," continued the detective, "I love you like a brother, but ever since I met you, my paperwork load has tripled. Tripled."

"I've only just met you?"

If possible, the detective looked even more haunted.

Luckily, at this point, Present Mic opened the door to the car and slid into the seat next to the detective. "Thanks for coming, Detective Tsukauchi," he said. "Anyway, we have confirmation on the quirk that did this to you, and, well. It isn't time travel."

"Thank god," said Detective Tsukauchi.

"Um. I thought it was teleportation...?"

"You've been de-aged by about forty years," said Present Mic, all in a rush.

What. What?

The car started up in the silence.

"Are you telling me that I'm in the future? Oh my gosh, that's an amazing quirk."

"No, no, you're in the present. You're not-- It isn't going to send you back to the past when it wears off. You'll just, you know, go back to your normal age."

"Wow. That's still a really cool quirk. Does it have to be forty years, or can he adjust the amount of time? Like, he could use it on people with degenerative mental diseases, give their families one last time with them. Or, or for witness statements! It would be pretty good for a hero, too, you could de-age villains into kids and then they couldn't fight anymore... but maybe it'd be a little unethical... Hmm..."

"You don't seem very, uh, alarmed?" said Present Mic.

"What would I be alarmed about?"

"All of your friends and family being forty years older?" suggested Present Mic.

"Haha, I don't have any of those," said Toshinori, smiling as large as he could and giving the hero two thumbs up.

Present Mic and Detective Tsukauchi just stared at him.

Then Tsukauch turned to Present Mic. "You said it'll wear off? When?"

"Uh. The quirk registry wasn't entirely clear about that. But it does wear off."

"The press is going to be a nightmare," said Tsukauchi, rubbing his face.

"Why?" asked Toshinori.

The hero and detective exchanged another glance. Toshinori could practically hear them mentally screaming you tell him, no, you tell him at each other.

Tsukauchi coughed into his fist. "Well, Toshi- excuse me, Yagi-kun, you're... You've realized those two were trying to kill you?"

"It was... sort of hard not to, honestly," said Toshinori. "Is it because I'm a hero or something?"

"How did you-?"

Toshinori silently pinched the fabric of the overlarge jumpsuit leg between his fingers and raised an eyebrow.

"Right. Well. You're the Number One hero."

"Wow," said Toshinori. It seemed to be something he kept saying, today. "How did I do that without a quirk?"

"What?"

"He's a late bloomer," said Tsukauchi, quickly. "A late bloomer. You're a late bloomer."

"Uh. Okay?"

"UA is so cool," said Toshinori, shielding his eyes against the sun as he looked up at the building.

"Haha, yeah," said Tsukauchi.

"Did I really go to school here?"

"You teach here, too!" said Present Mic.

"That's so cool," said Toshinori. "I can't believe I'm going to be a hero for over thirty years. That's like, the longest any hero has ever served."

"There are a couple who've served for longer, now, actually," said Present Mic. "Like Yoroi Musha, Recovery Girl, and Gran Torino."

"Yoroi Musha is still a hero?" asked Toshnori. "Like, actively? That's so long."

The gate behind them beeped, and Toshinori turned around just in time to take the bottom of a boot straight to the face. Needless to say, he fell over.

"Gran Torino!"

"Holy crap! I thought he'd dodge! Toshinori, you idiot, are you alright?"

"Ow," said Toshinori, trying and failing to recognize the voice that was referring to him so familiarly.

"Gran Torino, you really can't go around kicking people like that."

"Yagi-kun? Are you okay? Should we get Recovery Girl?"

Toshinori raised a shaking hand, thumb up. "I think I have a concussion."

When they got to the infirmary, it was already occupied by a couple students and... a strange homeless-looking man, but that didn't make sense. Maybe an undercover hero was stopping here for some reason? But why?

The students, one small and green, other with a mix of red and white hair, stared at him openly.

"Oops, sorry," said Present Mic. "Didn't think that anyone would be here before noon."

The homeless man sighed deeply. "Neither did I," he said, "and yet..." He fixed a baleful glare on the two students.

"I-I'm sorry, Aizawa-sensei," squeaked the green one. "I tried to get out of the way of the door, but I didn't want to run into Todoroki-kun, and-"

"It isn't your fault, problem child," said Aizawa with a sigh heavy enough to crush an elephant, who... was a teacher, evidently. Man. Standards for teachers' dress had really fallen in forty years, hadn't they? "The first year support class shouldn't have been doing anything with explosives of that caliber. Anyway, who's-"

"Are you Midoriya-kun's secret brother?" asked the red and white student.

"Who?" asked Toshinori.

"Todoroki-kun! You can't just ask people that!"

"You have to admit, he looks just like your father-"

"All Might is not my father."

"Riiiiiight," said Present Mic, guiding Toshinori to a bed with a hand on his back. "Now, why don't you just relax here while I go get Recovery Girl?"

"Coward," whispered Tsukauchi.

Present Mic shrugged and disappeared.

"So," said Aizawa, exhibiting a well-practiced air of boredom. "Are you related to All Might?"

"Eraserhead-san," said Tsukauchi, through clenched teeth, "may I introduce you to Yagi Toshinori? Yagi-kun, this is Aizawa-san. He's in charge of class 1-A."

Aizawa went pale. "Please tell me it isn't time travel."

"If it was time travel, we would be in an underground bunker or something," said Tsukauchi. "No, it was an age-regression quirk."

The green student inhaled sharply, then let off a small, "Oh."

"Wait," said the red and white student- Todoroki?- narrowing his eyes.

"Don't say it," urged the green haired boy.

"What do you think about quirks, Yagi-san?"

"Quirks are great!" said Toshinori. "I sure wish I-"

"Had a note book to write about them in!" interrupted Tsukauchi, loudly.

Toshinori frowned up at him, confused. What did he say?

Todoroki rubbed his chin with a finger. "To... analyze the quirks in?" he asked.

"Um," said Toshinori. "Yes?"

"See, Midoriya-kun?" said Todoroki, turning to the other boy. "He's just like you. You're the same." He touched his pointer fingers together.

Midoriya, for his part, looked extremely flustered.

"The same," repeated Todoroki. He looked back at Toshinori. "Do you happen to have a brother? A twin, perhaps?"

"Uh, I don't think so? But, then, I was a doorstop baby, so..."

Todoroki nodded sagely. "So you must have reunited with your long lost brother, the skeleton man, later in life-"

"Stop calling him that!" hissed Midoriya, yanking on his friend's uniform jacket.

"I wouldn't have to, if you'd just tell me your uncle's name-"

"He isn't my uncle."

Both Aizawa and Tsukauchi looked like they wanted to die. Or at least be somewhere else.

"Uh," said Toshinori, wanting to change the subject even with his concussion. "What are your quirks, anyway?"

"My quirk is called Half-Hot, Half-Cold," said Todoroki. He raised his hands. "It allows me to make fire from my left side, and ice from my right."

"Oh, neat," said Toshinori. "There must be so many applications like that! I mean, combat is obvious, but it might be even better for rescue work- Lots of casualties in natural disasters are because of exposure, you'd be ideal to counteract that in any weather. Or if a victim is going into shock! Plus, it'd be useful to have in everyday life, if they ever change the public quirk usage law- Did they change that?"

"No," said Aizawa.

"Actually, yes," said Tsukauchi, "but probably not in the way you're thinking..."

"Don't use your quirk in public," said Aizawa.

"You don't have to worry about that, because-"

"Don't use your quirk in public," said Tsukauchi, interrupting again. "Please."

"He does have a hero license, though, so technically-"

"Problem child."

"Sorry."

"Oh, oh, and what's your quirk?"

"Please do not fall out of the bed, To- Yagi-kun," said Tsukauchi.

"I'm not going to," said Toshinori.

"Well," said Midoriya, who had a very complicated expression on his face, "my quirk is, uh, a strength enhancer..."

"Just like yours," said Todoroki, as if he had just made an irrefutable point.

Oh, yeah. Toshinori's older self had a quirk. Maybe that's what Tsukauchi was trying to keep him from talking about? He wished they had told him beforehand if it was some kind of secret.

Also: was Todoroki implying that Midoriya was Toshinori's son? That'd be, like... Wow. If this was forty years in the future, and Midoriya was about the same age as him, that meant he'd had Midoriya when he was forty? Hm. He wasn't sure how to feel about that...

Luckily, before he could start in on a spiral about whether the idea of himself at forty or the idea that he had kids was the thought that was bothering him, Present Mic came back with a little old woman who was, apparently, Recovery Girl.

Wow. Yeah. That was sure a change in... everything. Yep. Really driving home the whole 'forty years in the future' thing. It sure was.

Recovery Girl sighed deeply. "What did you get yourself into this time, Toshinori?"

"Gran Torino kicked him in the head," said Tsukauchi.

"I'm going to skin that man alive one of these days," said Recovery Girl. "But I was talking about the other thing. Although, I suppose that's rather obvious. Do you mind if I heal you, dear? It will probably knock you out for a little bit."

"Sure," said Toshinori, who was beginning to strongly desire an escape from the increasingly awkward conversations around him. "Knock me out. Please."

"Alright, then."

And then she did.

#boku no hero academia #fic #prompt fill #ask #answer #bnha #this prompt has been marinating for #uh #a while #oops

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cocobeanncteez · 4 years ago

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ATEEZ Wooyoung- School President (Oneshot)

Genre: light angst, suggestive/steamy, high school au.

Pairing: SchoolPresident!Wooyoung x badgirl!reader

Warnings: none.

"Miss L/N, detention after school till 4 p.m." your chemistry teacher said, making you mentally groan. It was the last class of the day and you were dying to go home, but now you had to stay for an extra hour. All your classmates turned to look at you, but they weren't surprised. "You still haven't submitted the assignment."

"Can I just submit it tomorrow?" you asked in a bored tone.

"No, you were supposed to submit it a week ago," she said, gathering her stuff to leave the class. "Detention with Mrs. Hwang today." You heard people around you snicker. Well, fuck. Mrs. Hwang was the strictest teacher in school. Even you were scared of her despite your badass attitude.

You got up from your seat, leaving the classroom with an annoyed expression on your face.

"Detention again, Y/N?" your bestfriend asked as she made her way to you with your other friends.

You rolled your eyes. "Ms. Jang will never fucking let me live in peace. I'll see you guys tomorrow," you said, making your way to detention.

You were surprised to find the room empty. Usually, there would always be about three or five students. Since no one was here, you decided to ditch; you would skip school the next day so that your teachers will forget about it. You turned around to leave, but ended up bumping into someone, slightly startling yourself.

"What are you doing here?" you asked, raising an eyebrow at your school president and heartthrob—also called 'senior's eye candy' at your school—Jung Wooyoung.

You had to admit, he was certainly the most handsome guy you've ever seen. Jung Wooyoung was absolutely perfect. Every girl wanted him and every guy wanted to be him. You were sure half your school tried to hit on him despite the fact that he has a girlfriend.

"Unfortunately, I'm here to make sure that you won't escape detention as Mrs. Hwang is busy, so take a seat," he said, moving around you to sit on a chair and taking a notebook out of his bag.

You always found Jung Wooyoung very interesting. Other guys like him—the nerdy ones—can't even talk to you, let alone look you in the eye. Jung Wooyoung was the complete opposite.

You sat on one of the chairs, immediately taking your phone out.

"You can't use your phone here," Wooyoung said, not looking up at you from his notebook. "Why don't you complete your assignment?"

You scoffed. "And if I don't? What are you gonna do about it?"

"Nothing," he said, looking at you. "It's not affecting me in any way, so I don't care. However, Ms. Jang is gonna fail you again if you don't submit your assignment."

You knew he was right. And that annoyed you; you really just wanted to shut his pretty mouth up.

"Whatever," you mumbled, taking out a notebook and the assignment sheet to start working on the reactions you had to write.

However, you were completely blank. You didn't know or understand a word given on the sheet. You bit your lip as you stared at the sheet, wondering what to do.

Finally, you took out your phone and googled all the reactions, easily finishing the assignment in less than half an hour.

"You know, you won't be able to copy during finals," Wooyoung said, closing his notebook. "Even if you're copying now, at least learn what you've copied."

"I didn't ask for your comments," you retort. He was about to say something, but his phone rang.

"Hey, baby," he answered. " . . . I'm in charge of detention today . . . Oh, that's okay," his face fell slightly. " . . . No, it's alright. We can go some other day . . . Hmm, I love you too. Bye!"

You snorted, feeling bad for the boy. You were surprised someone as smart as him hasn't figured out that his girlfriend has been cheating on him. You've seen his girlfriend shoving her tongue down random people in the club, and hitting on people at your school. You remembered how shocked you were when you first found out that she was cheating on him; because why would anyone cheat on someone as perfect as Jung Wooyoung?

"You can leave now," Wooyoung said, getting up from his seat. "Detention is over." You nodded, leaving as fast as you can, just wanting to go home and sleep.

"Your grades aren't very bad, but they aren't great either, Y/N," your class teacher said. "You'll get into an average college with these grades. But I know you can do much better. So I've asked one of the prefects to tutor you in Chemistry and Physics."

You groaned. "Can I do it by myself?"

"You wouldn't do it by yourself," she said. "Anyway, Jung Wooyoung will be tutoring you. Discuss and decide your timings with him. I expect you to score well on the next exam. I do not want to see you fail in any subject again." Before you could say anything, the door to the staff room opened, revealing none other than Jung Wooyoung. "Ah, Wooyoung, I just told Y/N that you will be tutoring her," she said. "I'm expecting you to do a great job."

Wooyoung smiled. "I won't let you down, Mrs. Park. But Y/N must put in efforts or else there's no point," he stated in a polite tone, and you rolled your eyes.

"Yes, that's true," she turned to look at you. "I'm expecting nothing but your best efforts, Y/N." She's always expecting something, huh, you thought. You only smiled, bowing politely.

"I'll do my best."

"What the actual fuck is this?" you mumbled, staring at the lengthy derivation written in Wooyoung's notebook. He rolled his eyes, so tired of hearing you say that to literally everything you saw written in his notebook.

"Ah, why did they have to make me tutor you of all people?" he whined. "You clearly haven't paid attention in class for even half a second."

"No one told you to accept it," you said, ignoring his last comment.

"I had to," he scoffed, stretching his arms out, making you glance at the veins on his arms. "Extra credits, you know?"

"Nerd," you muttered under your breath. He heard you, but didn't say anything. He began teaching you how to derive it; you paid attention for the first few seconds before zoning out. When you zoned back in, he asked you to explain what he just explained. You bit your lip, thinking of what to say.

He sighed. "You didn't pay attention again."

"I zoned out, sorry."

"That's what you said for the previous derivation," he said, a disappointed look on his face while he packed up his things.

"You're leaving already?" you asked, glancing at the time on your phone; you still had twenty minutes left.

"I'm not going to waste my time teaching you right now," he said. "You clearly aren't in the mood to focus." You only scoffed, watching him leave the library. You bit your lip, feeling kinda bad for not paying attention when he was making an effort to teach you.

The look of disappointment he showed you had somehow made you determined to prove that you could focus and do better.

You were at Wooyoung's house, sitting on his bed and scrolling through your social media while waiting for him to finish changing out of his uniform. You spent an entire two weeks studying your ass off, and you were proud you made a big improvement, thanks to Wooyoung. He was quite surprised that you were actually making an effort to understand whatever he taught you. You both even became friends, and you were quite happy about that.

"I'm done," he said, coming out of his bathroom, making you look up from your phone. You held your breath at the sight of Wooyoung dressed in grey sweatpants and a black tank top. You couldn't stop yourself from checking him out: the veins running down his muscled arms, his exposed collarbones, his sharp jawline, his plump lips . . .

You were so immersed into checking him out, you didn't realize he was doing the same to you. He loved how your uniform skirt rid up your thighs, and how another two buttons on your shirt were unbuttoned, exposing a little bit of your cleavage. Before you knew it, he was slowly making his way towards you, eyes now locked with yours.

"Let's start, hmm?" he said with a smirk; he knew you were checking him out.

You clear your throat a little. "Yeah, let's start."

You spent the next half an hour trying to pay attention to whatever Wooyoung was teaching you. It didn't help that he absentmindedly placed his hand on your knee, or brushed your hand with his; he knew exactly what he was doing to you. Your mind kept wandering to the things you want him to do to you right now on his bed.

" . . . and now you should tell me," he leaned a little close to you with a smirk, making your heartbeat speed up. "Which formula should be used?"

"Fuck this," you muttered, pushing the books aside before straddling Wooyoung's lap.

"Took you long enough," he chuckled, and you crashed your lips on his. He instantly kissed you back, hands moving to grip your waist. You wouldn't admit it to anyone, but you have been dreaming about kissing Wooyoung the second he talked back to you a year ago.

You pulled away to litter his neck in kisses, sucking the skin gently. He groaned softly, making you smirk. "Fan of neck kisses?"

"You have no idea," he said, hands moving underneath your skirt to grip your bare inner thighs. He gave it a squeeze, making you involuntarily grind down on him. He moaned at the feeling, encouraging you to do it again. You moved your lips back to his, grinding on him even more. Wooyoung's hands slipped into your panties, grabbing your ass to help you grind down on him faster. The friction made you moan, craving for more. You tugged on his shirt, breaking the kiss to let him pull it off. You ran your hand down his toned torso in awe, loving the feeling of his abs beneath your fingertips. Your eyes widened at the tattoo above his hip bone. "You have a tattoo?!"

Wooyoung gripped your hips, moving you off of him so that he could hover over you. "Mhmm, bet you never expected the nerdy school president to have a tattoo, huh?" Your hands moved to his hair, playing it with while he began to kiss your neck, driving you crazy.

Wooyoung kissed down your chest till where your shirt was unbuttoned. He glanced up at you, fingers toying with the buttons. "Can I?" he asked. You nodded, letting him unbutton your shirt and slip it off you. You sucked in a breath when he ran his fingers over the lacy material of your bra.

"Take it off," you whined, making him chuckle.

"Patience, baby," he said, one hand gently rubbing your thigh.

But you really didn't have any patience right now.

You brought his lips to yours while you moved his hand to touch you where you desperately needed him, surprising him a little. He kissed you back hungrily while his finger moved on your clothed clit, applying pressure, making you get wetter. Your moans made him smirk; he loved how he was the reason behind it.

You both got startled at the sudden sound of his garage opening. He halted his movements, pulling away from you instantly.

"One of my parents is back from work," he said, quickly putting on his tank top and handing you your uniform shirt. You quickly buttoned it and straightened out your hair; you really did not want Wooyoung's strict parents to suspect anything since they already did not like the idea of him tutoring you in his final year of high school.

Wooyoung's father knocked on his bedroom door before opening it, finding you and Wooyoung busy writing equations.

"Oh, hey, dad! How was work?" Wooyoung asked with a sweet, innocent smile like as if he wasn't smirking a few minutes ago while touching you.

"Hello, Mr. Jung," you said politely.

"Hello, Y/N," he said. "Work was all right, as usual. How is your tutoring session going?"

"Good, dad," Wooyoung said, trying to control himself from smirking. "It's going really great."

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