#dumbass name place holder

[len-yx]

Brain Rott is real

[adharastarlight]

the hardest part of writing is the names

so far im using place holders

fucking place holders of "love interest" "brother" "cute himbo" and "dumbass" to write my fucking book

someone give me names please

[buckybarnesss]

on fire: a teen wolf novel chapters 14-16 chapters 10-13 here chapters 7-9 here chapters 4-6 here chapters 1-3 here

annnndddd i'm back with another installment of on fire. we're in the home stretch now as the next three chapters will cover the end of the novel.

this section took me some time because 1. i do not care that the whittermores were robbed and 2. there's two long, detailed flashbacks with kate and derek that i found difficult to get through.

speaking of.

as always kate argent is her own warning but just in case i will be talking about those flashbacks so warnings for grooming and rape.

me this entire chapter:

we open this chapter back on lydia. who is now tied up by Thing One and Thing Two. she specifies she’s tied to a Louis XIV gilt wooden chair.  now lydia says it's antique but pssft mrs. whittermore totally got a reproduction because she's new money trying to pretentiously pretend she has class. the whittermores always give "his wife covered the house in chintz so to keep it real i fuck him on the floor" energy. 

lydia goes on to describe the robbery and look, i don’t really care about this. let them get robbed. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

lydia also gets to have her own little flow chart to show just how smart she is:

we move from lydia being a hostage to hunter gramm (we learn this is not his real name. his real name is bailey) plotting how to dispose of jackson. cassie doesn't want jackson to get hurt so she pleads for him to just dump jackson somewhere and escape to mexico like they had planned. bailey isn't listening though because he gets a phone call.

cassie is trying very hard to keep jackson’s dumbass alive as they listen to bailey have a conversation with one of the goons back at the house. he realizes they have lydia and he’s afraid for her. chich is sweet. honestly their behavior and thoughts towards each other throughout the book have been very in line with their toxicity in the show. caring is not a weakness, oof.

we’re back in hell -- oops -- i mean another flashback to six years ago with kate and derek.

remember i read this so you don’t have to. 🤮🤮

kate gave derek something to eat or drink i think was laced with something that makes him sick to his stomach and he goes to throw up in her bathroom. 

i just want to wrap derek up in bubble wrap and keep kate away from him forever and ever. 

derek’s a ball of anxiety throughout all this. he wants to appear grown up for kate and impress her. he doesn’t want her to see him like the child he actually is.

derek spends about a paragraph waxing poetic about werewolves. he calls his pack his “moonborn family” and i like that sentiment actually.

what I don’t like is “like wolves, werewolves mate for life.”  this may be a Me Thing but i’ve never been overly fond of the whole mate concept within fandom. i just thank my lucky stars it's not canon.

there’s a moment when derek’s about to leave kate’s apartment where she moves to kiss him and GIRL HE THREW UP. YOU KNEW HE DID. YOU SET HIM UP FOR IT. YOU NASTY.

derek leaves and he’s just swimming in anxiety and insecurity over the “date” with kate. he feels like a loser because he wants to be Grown Up and have sex. he physically starts to jog away from her place. it’s like his body knows what his mind isn’t even entertaining. that she's a predator and he shouldn't be doing anything with her in private.

derek runs and ends up outside of beacon hills hospital where he sees the stilinskis. little stiles, his father and the unnamed claudia stilinski. i couldn’t make this up if i tried. this is such a classic trope. 

of course in canon by the time of the hale fire claudia had been deceased for a year but we don't find that out until season 3 so it can be forgiven.

he observes them. holder gives a clear reference to what a lot of fandom assumed before it was revealed that mrs. stilinski actually had FTD and went with the idea that she had cancer referencing remission. he notices how nervous stiles is and how it reflects his own nerves. 

this brings derek to the idea that humans can get sick, they decay and die. it freaks him out. which, okay, i guess since this version of derek doesn’t spend a lot of time around humans so he’s not used to the concept of mortality of others or himself.

this new fixation drives derek back to kate’s as he's overcome with worry for her. he's become a ball of confused hormones but when he arrives he overhears her talking to someone. it's clearly another hunter but only the audience knows that and derek's uncurious ass accepts it's not his business as he regains himself and turns to go but he bumps into a trash can making noise. this of course brings kate out. she's wearing a satin robe 🤮 and she puts on her concerned face and offers to let him shower and says she has an extra tooth brush. god, i hate her.

this chapter ends with the words: “and ms. argent shut the night out, and brought him into her den.” rage. what i feel is rage.

the next chapter comes back to the present day with lydia being rescued by danny and damon. the pair had gotten danny’s lacrosse gear and broke a window. lydia took her chance and ran out. 

man, that was actually an awesome utilization of danny. smart, clever and quick. wish we could’ve seen something like this in the show. jeff.

it cuts back to jackson who is listening to cassie try to bargain with bailey to leave jackson alive. bailey doesn’t want to leave any loose ends. like, my guy. the plan has fallen apart and you want to catch a murder charge too?

jackson just can’t catch a break this entire time. cassie and jackson attempt at an escape from the van when bailey is distracted. it ends as you’d expect. cassie gets shot because bailey is a fucking idiot, the van crashes. it’s a mess. glass everywhere, the smell of smoke and gas. jackson’s still handcuffed and cassie is in terrible shape. 

in the midst of this lydia has called 911 and is speaking to a dispatcher who's trying to help them. it's helpful but not helpful enough.

in the middle of THIS chaos holder sends us six years into the past again ---  well. i think we can guess what’s coming, can’t we? 

while I appreciate the world building that holder does as she tries to at least give some ritual and culture to the werewolves that’s specific to them. i cannot help but laugh at how she makes it french in connection when really the argents get the emphasis on their french origins. hell, even a quick google search gives up some results on the origin of the surname hale. i find the connection to st edmund interesting (he is the patron saint of torture victims, wolves and protection from the plague. jeff davis i see you.)

peter has a motorcycle that he lets derek borrow???? this feels incorrect. i cannot imagine peter sharing his toys.

i loathe laura’s characterization and it's such a shame this is really the only character she gets that is connected even tenuously to canon. laura is depicted as being aware of derek’s involvement with kate. she's a bit hesitant but not disapproving or overly concerned. she's kept it a secret. derek and laura have a discussion about the possibility of kate receiving the bite and laura even says, “maybe she’s doing a cougar on you.” like, this is just deeply fucked and bothers me so damn much. not only did canonically laura never knew about kate and derek's relationship but i hate how she's just acting like this is something normal.

derek mentions he gave kate a ring as a token of affection that he bought with money peter gave him in exchange for doing a few errands.

derek goes on to describe going home with kate and he’s so, so blinded by his affection for her that i just feel sick reading this.

the important part of this scene is derek whispers that he loves her while she’s asleep and goes to leave after showing but he forgot his backpack. he goes back and creeps back inside her bedroom. like he’s fucking edward cullen or some shit.

SHE IS A RAPIST AND THIS ALL MAKES ME UPSET.

though i have questions about what the fuck this means “he wanted to make love to her as a werewolf.” what in the furry hell?

[medivigor]

CHAPTER 1: Seeing Eye to Eye

Word count: 5020 words

His face stung. His eye was swollen  and a strong scotch in his hand to quell the pain that surged through his face. His nose was broken then haphazardly popped back into place after the attack. And his nose still held a trail of blood that dried just recently.

Splotches of red paint stained his pants. A few splinters from wrecking the drumsticks and bass made his hands hurt to grip the glass as he would pull a few out then take a sip of the scotch in his hand. Holding the ice cold glass of brandy up against his eye to comfort and dull the swelling. 

This bar was inevitably his starting point. To think he met Pickles here when he was getting his band together. 

His band of ‘Snakes N’ Barrels’ fell apart sooner than he'd like and fell on rough times till Magnus proposed the opportunity to go big. So much for that..

His teeth bore. What a waste of space..Dumbasses all of them. His eye was cold. Unfeeling as he would finish off the glass of scotch and order another. Wasting what's left of his money on booze to drown that pain. Ease that discomfort in his mind as he would tap his fingers against the stained wooden bar top. Till he heard a hum. 

His eyes glancing over to a stranger that he didn't know. Enjoying his own glass of what looked to be bourbon at a side table off in the corner. He looked to be in his late twenties. Maybe early thirties. If anything he dressed with chains on his pants with a simple black muscle shirt.  The piercing on his eyebrow gleamed slightly from the light above his table and he seemed to lean over his table. His eyes lidded. A deep hazel that focused back at Magnus’ beaten face with both interest and almost flattery. 

“Hooh,” he cooed deeply as he studied his bruises and swollen nose.”I'd hate to see the other guy.” He paused as he seemed to lean in closer.” I bet you REALLY showed him who's boss, hmm?” 

“You don't know half of it.” He sneered towards the stranger with a clear loom of annoyance. Not really in the mood for a conversation. But this guy seems almost insistent on it. 

“Do tell. What had the mighty Magnus Hammersmith went through?” 

Magnus’ eyes widened slightly. The best way Magnus could describe this man was animated. Very expressive and straight forward when it came to his words. But despite that. How did he know his name?

The man held up a magazine as recent as two days ago. He remembered taking that picture. Charles shook Roy's hand with a small smile as they made the deal.

“Oh.” He said with a grumble before the stranger started to talk again. 

“You're on the headlines for the current label holder: Crystal Mountain Records. Dethklok. Right?” 

“I'm not with them anymore..” He said. His words almost a spiteful mumble as he took another swig.”Fuckers kicked me out.” He hissed through his teeth. Almost drunkenly as he ogled the stranger.” What's it to you?” 

“Curious.” He shrugged slightly before smirking.” Where are my manners? Salvador Falconbeck.” He said with a leer.” Call me ‘Sal’.” 

“Couldn't give less of a shit..” Magnus griped. His speech slightly slurred as Sal made his way over to the bar stool next to him.  Making his lips curl back into a lampooning manner.

Sal raised a hand flagging the bartender down. “Let me order you another drink. Considering you're having a hard time there, tiger~” 

“Are you trying to get in my pants?” He asked with a hint of curiosity. His brow raised as Sal seemed to rest his head in his hand as he swirled his drink. 

Sal chortled. “It depends on how you look at it. It's a shame they threw you out. And look at that. Your credit to making the band. No credit to your written song..All stripped away like you never even existed.” 

His statement made his good eye dilate with rage as his gaze focused ahead. Squeezing his glass to the point the glass freely shattered in his hand making his hand bleed as it filled with splinters of glass. The sudden expression of rage made Sal glance at the bleeding hand out of surprise and shock. 

Obscured!? Already!?” What..did you say?” Magnus slowly turned his head towards Sal as he extended his finger out towards him. Blood dripped freely from his palm onto the wooden countertop.” They didn't fucking credit me for my fucking song!?” He shrieked in rage. Sal frowning as he watched him whence in pain after realising his hand wasn't just coated in glass. But scotch that seeped into his new splinters. 

They were nestled deep in his palm. Blood freely spilling onto his pants as Sal rushed to grab a handful of napkins from an idle napkin dispenser next to him as he began to pluck the glass from Magnus’ palm. 

Why? What the hell was this asshole's problem? Helping a hopeless, drunk, mentally Ill nobody like him? Was this guy drunk? No..he looked sober as could be to Magnus. Was this kindness? There had to be something more to this.

“What's your damn problem?” Magnus hissed. Still seething, however refrained from pulling his hand away from the man. The more he watched the man pull glass free from his hand, blood pooling. The more he realised this man's very unnatural appearance. 

His nails were black. Average because he knew Nathan painted his nails black. However these nails were like talons. Claws from an animal on a human man. And his teeth..somewhat jagged. And yet they still appeared more or less normal. 

It had to have been body modifications. It was the only logical explanation as he clasped Magnus’ hand tightly to keep the blood from flowing out. The booze made the pain a bit worse as he bit his lip with an audible grunt of agony. 

“Do you not want my help?” Sal asked as Magnus looked away with a drunken blush.

“I..do.” Magnus said hesitantly.”Thanks I guess.” 

“You want to talk about it?” Sal asked. Magnus tried to bend his hand to grasp his in return before he loosened his attempt. 

He knew he shouldn't. But he was drunk and unsteady in his thoughts anyway. He decided to spill. 

“It was all over a stupid drum pattern.”He bore his teeth in disdain.” I fought tooth and nail to write that song..The Hammer.” He hissed as he looked away.” All he needed to do was to fucking play the right pattern!” Slamming his fist on the countertop. His anger was wavering from his drunken stooper to where he was now feeling guilty.” Shit..I shouldn't have stabbed him..why did I stab him?”

“Because you had to..” his words were like poison into his ear. His eyes wide ever so slightly shifted as Sal looked him in the eye. Something wasn't right. But he was too drunk and fucked up to tell. He was angry, sad, disgusted. And a part of him felt a connection with this man. Something inside he couldn't quite put a finger on. His only good eye focused on Sal.” What did he say to you?”

Magnus shuttered in response to his question. The more he thought about it. The more he shuttered inside. He stabbed him because Nathan called him so. He in turn obliged him.

“He called me crazy..” He said as he spoke coolly.”’You're starting to sound crazy’.” He mocked Nathan's deep tone.”I stabbed him for that..”

Sal smirked at him. His free hand placed on his shoulder like a long life friend who had shared a genuine care for him. 

Magnus was born to be hated. He had a horrific temper. Charles broke up with him and he lost his only home because of the fit he threw. His undiagnosed bipolar disorder only ever made him a monster. His expression shifted as he would refuse to focus on him. 

“You know..it could be a good thing. You don't need them..” Sal said softly. His lidded eyes were something that made Magnus feel safer. Calmer as he placed a palm on his forehead. 

“I'm fucked..I'm so fucked..” He gagged through clenched teeth. His eyes were swelling with tears as he shook his head. Reduced to a complete bitch..crying in front of a stranger. 

Sal however didn't mock him as he was expecting anyone who was ‘metal' would. Instead he offered him a hand. “Hey..you need a place to stay? I'm staying in a motel just down the way. It's not much but it's something.” Sal said, taking that moment to release Magnus's hand. Seeing that the wound had clotted but still to be safe he covered his hand with a few more napkins and placed a ten dollar bill on the countertop. “I have a med kit I can use. Wrap your hand up. There's only one problem. There's one bed.” 

Magnus appreciated this offer. More than he knew considering his life constantly revolving around bad luck thanks to his own actions. He hadn't had a proper meal in two days because of practice. Before he said ‘fuck it'. Now he was the opposite. He needed help as much as he hated saying it.

“I don't mind one bed..I have..HAD a boyfriend. Not like you're the first man I'd be sleeping with.not like-” he blushed slightly. Stopping himself before he made it worse without meaning to. “..Hell, I don't have much..” Magnus said as he tried to get his wallet free from his back pants pocket. Yet Sal instantly shook his head.

“No need. A man like you.” He paused. “I heard your song on the demo disk. Some of it leaked.” He admitted as he pulled out his phone. Pressing play to hear the familiar sound of ‘The Hammer’ playing on it. His good eye widening slightly as Sal's gaze remained permeated across his.”The Hammer was and always would be my favourite song because it was the only song YOU wrote.” His sharp fingernail gently pressing into his chest. Feeling the slight poke of his clawed fingernail that tickled his chest. 

Was that appreciation? No..it couldn't actually be appreciation. 

The only ounce of appreciation he got was from Nathan. Swift punches to the face that he could still feel. He was never truly appreciated. Skwisgaar stole his role as lead guitarist. His song was fucking stolen from under him from what he heard. He lost his home, boyfriend, and his overall place in the band all in one night. If he was able he'd give them a true reason to call him crazy. Set the damn apartment on fire, that's what he should have done. 

Magnus sighed. His pained and scared look softened to something a bit kinder. This guy was definitely different. And starting to get the pent up aggression out of a half buzzed man that can barely think straight. Hell he'd be on the street tonight if this guy didn't offer him a room to stay in. 

He owed Sal big time. 

 “You kiss strangers asses often, Sal?” Magnus gave a drunken smirk towards him as the far more sober Sal gave a light laugh.

Sal hummed. “Only if it's someone with great talent and a rare chance encounter. Such as yourself. Your writing style in music is different from anything I've ever heard.” 

Magnus cocked a brow.” Jesus..you are trying to get..in my f-fuckin pants aren't you..?” He laughed. He felt no pain in his hand anymore. Pulling the sticky napkins off he looked at the wounds with dilated and lidded eyes.”Shit.. that was my fretting hand..” He murmured. 

“Don't worry. It will heal. If anyone asks. Just say you won, huh?” Sal laughed. Magnus joined him in the shared laughter before Sal got up and even helped Magnus; who in turn raised his hand to decline the offer. 

Magnus raised his lip slightly. “I-I can walk. I'm n-*hic*not a baby-” 

“If you're positive. You're looking like a newborn calf learning to walk.” Sal retorted with a lidded grin. 

“F-fuck off I can do it. Watch m-me!” He was using the counter as a stabiliser for his body. Letting go of the edge he wavered in his stance a bit before going upright.” There. W-w-*hic*What'd I tell you?” 

“Pfft! Impressive!” Sal laughed. Clapping his hands together in amusement to his ‘performance’. Pulling out a pair of keys twirling them in his clawed finger.” Let's get you someplace warm, Mm?”

“You don't have t-to tell me twice..”

The car was surprisingly clean for someone with spiked cuffs and dressed like a metal band member. The air freshener of black pine made the car smell just like it as he watched old decrepit buildings pass by. His half kidded eyes focusing on the rain drops that were forming on the window. Each passing second made him think this was too good to be true. 

Hell he could be passed out at the counter right now and this was just a drunk dream. Waiting to be woken up by a angry bartender at the club venue. However the throbbing pain in his hand made him rethink that. 

“How you feeling, tiger?” Sal asked. Magnus luling over slightly as he rubbed his temples. 

“Blistering headache..” He said in a muted tone that could barely be heard. It was thankfully quiet in the car with no music.” I'm going go have a bad hangover in the morning.”

“You're going to get through it. I got a shit tone of ibuprofen.” He said with a coy grin. His teeth..he cant stop looking at them. It made him ask. 

“You got those acrylic nails?” He asked as he brought up the nails first. The most logical as Sal would glance over to him. A wide smile forming.  

“Yeah! I always wanted to be different from other metalheads that always go for the usual look of just plain black fingernails.” 

“And the teeth?” He asked as Sal smiled to show them more of them.” They don't look fake.”

Sal laughed as he spoke in a soft tone as to not erupt Magnus’ eardrums. “They're not fake. They're my teeth, I assure you. Let's just say the dentist wasn't exactly happy with this life choice.” 

“Brutal..” A word and a bad habit he got from the guys that he wanted to break as soon as he said it. No doubt good for the overall aesthetic this guy gave off. 

Some people went the distance with their choice in body mod's. But shit. He wondered. Deep inside what it would be like to flick his tongue against those sharp teeth..

He squinted his eyes tightly. His expression shifted with his thoughts in his head. No way. He just met him and he's drunk as hell. Ain't no way. Hell no. He wouldn't consider this man a friend just yet. He was letting him stay in a motel room. No doubt it was a room where clothes were strong about the floor and old curtains of Chinese food sat around where the room service couldn't even be bothered. 

But as he drew closer he was pulled into a shitty motel like he was expecting. An open pool with mercey water that only a sewer system would call its own. His nose scrunched slightly as he looked at it. But he had to be honest. It was better than the streets. 

Parking close to the pool Sal removed a pack of cigarettes and a lighter from his pants pocket after leaving the car. The unlit cigarette hanging freely from between his lips as he tilted the pack towards Magnus. Who didn't hesitate to take it. 

The closer they got to the pool the more he could tell it was coated in cigarettes and other unspeakable things. If he focused at the bottom he could make out the outline of a knife or gun. But it was too foggy to see as Sal lit the cigarette as he took a deep inhale then blew the smoke through his nostrils. A deep thoughtful hum leaving his throat. 

“Why are you doing this?” Magnus finally spoke. His reflection in the water made him whence. Nathan did a number on him he didn't realise he hadn't wiped the dry blood from his nostril. He'd used the pool water but the last thing he wanted to contract was an unknown disease from it. 

“It's a shame to see some talent be treated so badly.” Sal said as he flicked his ashes into the water. His sharp nails played with the end of it as he took another inhale. 

“I know you like my song. But you could have just left me to burn at the D.O.H. It can't be just because of that.” Magnus retorted with a slight scowl. 

“Believe me or not. It's fine. I guess it's also because I'm a nice guy. Can't stand seeing people down on their luck like you.” He said with a smirk. His smile. He couldn't understand it. This was way too good to be true even if the place was called the 666 Motel. A mockery for every other motel or shitty hotel chain in America. 

“I don't say this often. But thanks. Honestly.” Magnus nodded. 

“Don't mention it. You're better off her than on the streets. Before you know it you're in the back of someone's car blowing whores for crack money.”

They both laugh simultaneously. Magnus threw his head back as Sal would bob his shoulders. He didn't understand why it was funny but Sal seemed to have a way with words that made him feel connected.

“Maybe it's not me who's crazy. Maybe it's you.” He could feel his gaze on him. He felt something was a bit off, really trying to pinpoint it was nigh impossible. He was still buzzed as he finished his cigarette and flicked the but into the pool.” Taking a guy like me in. What makes you think I won't stab you in your sleep?” Magnus asked genuinely. 

He felt strange asking so many questions but this guy gave him every reason to. They just met. He basically states he's his biggest fan despite there being just one song he took part in writing. And gives him space to sleep in. Out of everything this one night was both the worst and best.

He still held a grudge against the band for this. Pickles being the catalyst for his outburst in the first place. He couldn't blame nathan..could he? 

“You got something on your mind. What is it, Magnus?” Sal asked. Giving him a quizzical look. Flicking his butt into the water as he turned to face him.

Magnus clenched his fist. The bad hand that started to bleed again with his pent up aggression. “What can't I have on my mind? I lost my band, my home, my boyfriend. It's my fault because I can't fucking control myself when I get angry. My fucking mother cursing me with her bullshit disorders.” He hissed as he took his knife and freed it from his belt. And looked at his reflection in the blade. Nathan's dried blood still coated the blade like he could still feel himself stabbing into Nathan. He broke. Snapped like a mad man and no doubt would have gone postal on him if he didn't immediately punch him afterwards. He would have kept going..he would have killed him and it scared him. It made him falter before chucking the knife into the water of the pool. 

The splash of the water splashed and fused back into the body. The ripple from the item settled after a minute as Sal looked at him.” Shame. That was a good looking knife.” He said. 

“What? Because it has the blood of another person on it?” Magnus asked as he breathed heavily. 

“No. Because it was a nice looking blade.” He walked over to the pool and studied the water before he sighed and nodded.” Common. I think a shower would be a good idea for you.” Sal beckoned. His tone changed. Why was he so fixated on his knife? 

He shook it off and followed. Climbing up the stairs. Studying each room number before Sal came into contact with the room number 269. The key he had opened the door to reveal a decrepit room that had no real pride put into it. 

The room was small. Crampy, a single large king size bed in the middle of the room with a horrible box tv set in the middle of the room on a half destroyed dresser. The wallpaper had been torn with holes in the wall that were probably caused by past fights held there by a cheating wife's boyfriend. 

Only a normal person would best describe these walls as an ivory shitshow coating everything. 

“It works.” Magnus shrugged as he sighed. 

“I know it's not much but hell it's something.” Sal replied with a rather cordial look.” Go on. Take a shower. I'll be out here waiting for you.” Sal smiled. 

As Magnus entered the bathroom Magnus was met with tile that no longer was white but stained with grime. The mirror was dirty and somewhat cracked. Focusing on the mirror he looked into it. His eye twitching and throbbing from his light touch as he sharply inhaled through his teeth. His lip curled inward because the pain was still there. 

He refused to get into that shower. He couldn't. So instead he used the sink. As he started the water its colour came out black for a split second before it became clear. Using the small bottles of shampoo and conditioner he poured the shampoo onto his wet scalp and scrubbed.

Dunking his scalp in the water to wash the shampoo away to then do the same with his conditioner. The smooth healing property was nice. He felt cleaner. His nose was red but the blood was gone from his lip And nose. Washed down the drain with his current troubles. His hand however..he bit his lip and hissed. He forgot about it. He reopened a few of the deep cuts. He forgot about it because of how bad his face hurt. 

And as he left the bathroom he took a deep breath and chortled.

“Better than nothing. Say you got that med kit you were talking about?” 

Sal nodded and produced the red kit with a cross on it. Opening it up as he grabbed gaze and some neosporin.  “You look a lot better. You don't look like you just walked out of a bar fight. How's the hand?” 

“My face actually hurts worse. I didn't even realise I reopened it.” He approached the bed where he was. Sal lathering his hand with the neosporin. Twitching slightly as Sal would wrap his hand tightly. The blood seeping through but it was good enough. Better than leaving it to get infected as it usually would wind up happening with Magnus. 

Magnus wasn't like Murderface. He had more self respect compared to a man who hated himself worse than anyone else who hated him. Magnus hated and blamed those around him for the pain and wrong doing placed upon him. But his head spun. He trusted this man. The more time he spent with Sal the more he could say he was a friend. However, that was too soon. Or was it? 

He gripped his palm lightly with a small, barely noticeable smirk. Looking over to a guitar case in the corner of the room. His brown eyes scan the case with interest.

“No shit..you play?” 

“Mm?” Sal was busy doing something as he looked to Magnus then to the disregarded guitar case.” Ah! Yes I do actually. Used to be a lead Guitarist but it didn't work out.” 

Magnus needed a double take. Did he just say he was a lead guitarist himself? Magnus used to be the lead guitarist of Dethklok before Skwisgaar came into the fold.

“What happened?” He asked as he looked back at Sal. 

Sal rolled his head a few times. Using his hands more expressively now that they were at a place to settle down. “Oh..disagreements, arguments gone too far. Had to leave. Nothing really too different from you. Except I didn't go out in a blaze of glory like you did.” 

“You mean getting the shit beat out of me because I stabbed the band's singer?” Magnus raised a brow as he crossed his arms.

“No. For standing up for yourself. You told them how it was supposed to go. And someone didn't like that did they? They wanted you to calm down so they could have better control over you.” He paused as he put a pair of eyeglasses on.” In my opinion. You did the right thing not allowing yourself to be manipulated.” 

The more he spoke the more Magnus believed his poisonous honeyed words. His mind somehow felt clearer knowing he stood up to Nathan. Was it really the right thing? No..it was the right thing despite being physically punished for it. He smirked. Pride filled his body as he clenched his battered fists. The bandage that covered his hand protecting the cuts from his fingernails once again. 

He held so much negativity towards not just himself but the world around him. He believed everyone hated him because of how he looked at the world. The true problem lies with them. They didn't see how he saw the world. How the world treated him in return. They'd rather ignore the signals and place the blame on the most likely person to explode first. And that was him. 

“You're damn right,” he managed a short chuckle. Turning over to the guitar.”Can I have a look at what you got?” He asked as Sal smiled.

“Of course!” He walked over as he unzipped the case to reveal a beautiful Gibson guitar. One such guitar brand favoured by not just Skwisgaar. But himself as well.”I'd give anything to see the mighty Hammer play anything on my guitar.” 

Magnus rolled his eyes as he was handed the beautiful guitar. “You're going to look like you stuck your head in a damn sewer pipe if you keep kissing my ass like this.” he studied its strings. He treated the guitar well.” Its beautiful.” 

“Thanks! And can you blame me? Hell you got anything you've been writing alongside The Hammer?” Sal asked as Magnus rolled his good eye to think.

“There was one song Nathan was working on called ‘Guts Punch Balls Throw-Up’.” 

Sal blinked as Magnus started to tune the guitar. “You serious? He called it that?” 

Magnus shrugged as he picked at the guitar. “Yes..don't ask me, the man's an autistic mess. He and Pickles are the ones who write most of the songs. I was just a Rhythm Guitarist.” He sneered. 

“Have you ever thought of a back up plan?”

Magnus started to blindly strum. The first few notes were incoherent, but slowly grew into a quick paced rhythm the more he talked and focused on Sal's conversation. Almost like it was second nature to him. But he wasn't as good as Skwisgaar. His notes were still slow. And occasionally would mess up on a string but  kept strumming regardless. 

“No. I mean I graduated college and got a degree in music but hell knows I'm cursed with this shitty temper.” 

Sal nodded as he listened to the song he was playing. “Nothing, some beers and a friend to complain won't help. Have you ever really spoken to the band? Told them your underlying concerns?” 

“They'd never listen. We all agreed that getting involved in each other's family or personal affairs was a bad idea. Would break them up faster.” Magnus stopped strumming as he put the guitar back in its case. Zipping it back up.” Fuck em..they don't need me. Fine.” He walked over to the old chair in the corner and took a seat.

“I'll take the chair.” Sal said as Magnus raised his hand stopping him.  

“Just let me have this one crappy thing. As much as it's nice. I'd rather know I'm still fucked in a certain way. I'll sleep on the chair.” 

Sal frowned.” Very well. The chair is all yours. You at least want the top blanket? Something to keep you warm?” 

Magnus raised a brow. Then shook his head.” As I said. I'll just take the chair. No more than that. Alright?” This time he spoke firmly to make himself crystal clear. 

And it seemed that his firm approach worked in his favour as Sal nodded and slipped under the covers. He didn't even seem to bother taking anything off. Just straight onto the covers without hesitation. 

Did he lack other clothes? He doubted it. He could clearly see a duffle bag in the corner. There was so much about this man he couldn't understand. Right now he felt like he found another place when he just lost one. He'd refuse to let it slip if this man truly was helping him and not trying to be selfish or manipulative. 

He was certainly strange with the way he came off.  Too good to be true with a giving personality any mother would beg their child to have. Gave him a place to stay despite it being a dung heap. He was in a band at one point himself being a fellow guitarist. One could say they were similar. 

An eye for an eye. A matching set of a fate most cruel. Disregarded and tossed into obscurity. It hurt like a knife to the chest. A painful part of his life. But perhaps with a bit of time. He could grow close to this man. 

And try again..

[utsugi-ren]

OC Post

I just realized I like. Never post about my OCs so I should change that!

GOD (yes their name is just god):

OK SO. God (as the name implies) is (worshipped like) a God. Whether they are or not is open to interpretation, but they're the only human (the world is pretty much the same as the real world) that cannot die. They found this out after a suicide attempt, leaving them with a giant hole in their stomach which they had to go the doctor for. A friend of his family, Deckert, finds out about this ability and decides to utilize it by creating a religion around him.

The major themes of the story are dehuminization, with the main character being stripped of a name (only ever referred to as God in the story) as well as pronouns (I DO have their preferred pronouns and gender in my head, but I will never say them <3). They are almost always referred to with he/him pronouns, because most people want (or subconsciously think) their God to be a male

Another major theme is powerlessness, God is forced to kill during the story because of huge delusions that "I am blessed by God, if I kill God will smite me" so he pretty much kills his entire family, the only person close to him left alive is Deckert, who is...not good and only perpetuates his delusions (also Deckert knows God's preferred pronouns and actively chooses to misgender him)

Other stuff, he doesn't really have a personality, he goes along with others and doesn't stand up for himself like. Ever. If I had to give her typology stuff, it'd be ISFJ, 9w8, 952, RCUAN, LFEV

BIG HUGE tws for suicide and gore in this, probs won't draw anything of it but I do have some writing about it LoL

LIGHTNING'S LAST STRIKE:

Thunderstrike:

One of the main characters, he was prophecised to bring ThunderClan back after they were run out by rogues, except the prophecy is fake and was made by his abusive father/past leader of ThunderClan who abandoned his clan at their time of need and left for Skyland (where the story takes place)

Thunderstrike is a DID system with three prominent alters, none of them have specific names BUT I refer to them as the colors I associate with them. Yellow (host) is a braggart dumbass who takes nothing seriously, lives for thrills and doesn't really care about the prophecy. He lacks a moral code, and pretty much sees himself as the best and can't do no wrong. Red (the protector) is a strong willed person who protects the system, not afraid of a fight, he sees everyone as a threat, and blue who is the trauma holder, only alter who knows the prophecy is fake, also the holder of the moral compass. Blames himself for everything, and hates himself a lot, rarely fronts. Was also the first alter ever formed, which is why he has the childhood memories.

Yellow: ESTP, 8w7, 873, SCUEI, FLVE

Red: ESTP, 8w9, 863, RCOEN, VLFE

Blue: ISFJ, 9w1, 927, RLUAN, FELV

Omensky:

Other main character, has PTSD and ends up believing their dreams are prophecies from StarClan (they are not), and then falsely accuses Thunderstrike of planning to kill them all, which gets Thunderstrike banished.

Omensky was also abused by Thunderstrike's father, and their dreams are about Thunderstrike's dad, who they confus for Thunderstrike himself because they have dissociative amnesia

Personality wise Omensky is serious and a bit anxious, they just became a full medic of SkyClan, and they want nothing more than to make sure the prophecy goes smoothly. They want to be taken seriously SO BAD

Omensky is ISFP, 6w5, 613, RLUAN, LEVF

This is mainly a way for me to write about my PTSD and DID LoL, I want to make a comic with it but I need to A. Find a good format and B. Actually develop it more

I have other stories (namely a story about a person killing their abuser and living with the corpse) but these are my main two! I need to write more about em (Deckert is sooo fun to write especially)

If u have oc questions (bat's eyelashes)

[distant-duet]

Hello hello!

This blog will be where I post about the main AU I focus on currently which is also being made into a game soon enough! Though this AU was originally a vent fic, I played around with it for a bit and ended up with this lol. A major inspiration for the actual game would be from Afterschool, ya know, that one unfinished vocaloid horror rpg? Hopefully I have enough motivation to finish my game though haha

There's only real specifics of what made me inspired was probably exploring different game fandoms! Whether that be I played it myself or watched gameplays. I'd say as of now, my biggest inspirations are 8:11, Afterschool, Omori and Dayshift at Freddy's.

Honestly, I will only post updates, character designs, maybe some side comics and that's it. I doubt this will ever get any asks but I'll definitely try to answer any asks directed at the characters in a ask blog format!!

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This blog has only one moderator and the game used to have two people working on it but now I'm the only one left ^^' the old spritemaker is too focused on school as of now to help me out and it's hard working with our timezone differences so I'm usually working by myself.

You can call me Francis or Leon, whichever suits your tastes. Please include that in any questions directed at me so I'll know it's not directed at the characters :) More info on me here!

Any additional information will be tagged as info and characters will be tagged individually or in certain groups.

Final decision is that this will be a rpg even though this AU hasn't gotten much attention since I started fixating over different fandoms. Updates will be posted as soon as I can get back to this ^^'

Last update - December 29, 2022

[jasmynekenma]

Teaching you

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Warnings: SMUT, body touching, getting touched without permission, peeking tom!!, Punching in the stomach, humping, sex toys {if i miss any pls tell me thx ;) }

W/C: 4k (i did not expect it to be that much but oh well chap 4, W/C is 4k nice)

A/N notes:i swear that one part in bakugos basement reminds me of killing stalking but come on this man is rich af and has obvious good taste in furnishing, clothes etc. so theres no way the basement will look like plain ceramic boring place it's obviously well made fancy you know and he was born to be perfect i mean hes like beyond perfect already. Gosh i thought i couldnt finish this on time my work was pilling up and pls tell me i wanst the only who cried on S5 EP24 for bnha i forgot why but i remember one cause my dumbass thought abt the whole 1 week after ep23, i rly though ep24 was the last season like come on the animes i watch now adays are freaking only 12 eps, speaking of which im so hyped for kimitsu no yaiba.

Summary:You stood humming in response "i needa go now" you slink your bag in your shoulder facing the door "dont you want to change or something?"

"And why is that so?"

"Well you erm.." he pointed at your boobs wrigerling his brows, you look at the mirror behind you as your eyes widen your sport bra completely socked showing a better view of the shaped boobs, covering your chest you turn around you stared at bakugo angrily "is that why you kept starring ,the fuck is wrong with you?"

"If you want i can offer a ride home"

"In your dreams! Im not letting some pervert mafia man stare at my chest the whole ride" you spit out looking straight in his eyes. Bakugo scoof walking closer to you closing the gap in between you both in no time he grab your chin making you face him both your lips nearly touching each other you gulb still looking at him "pervert mafia man huh what a cruel way to describe me baby"

Chattering, coffee brewing,baby crying the smell of the delicious treats in Starbucks is just 'the buono gesture' "Y-N!" The staff called out your name walking up to the lady that handed you the drink, thanking her as you made your way through the crowded place. Sipping the drink you just got your eyes went wide open as your phone started bombarding you with tweets '#lalisa, lisa…' you smiled widely as your bias from blackpink finally released her solo songs. Thats when you were suddenly pulled by the waist bumping into the buff man "dumbass you got your shit now can we go or do you want to get hit by the bicycle" you looked at the cyclist that rode pass you and bakugo the person could barely be seen, looking back at bakugo your face started to heat up at how close he was to you pushing yourself backwards you spun around to hide your very obvious flustered face "yeah i was waiting for you to lead the way right!" You stumbled over your words a few times as you quickly walked forward "wrong way dumbass, car's that side" bakugo pointed the opposite direction you were going, turning around you speed walk pass him keeping your head low not wanting any more embarrassing things to happen. You watch as bakugo made a final turn into a nice modern mansion like house, you stared in awe at how amazingly how it looks, stunning or whatever you can only describe one word about perfect. "How much money did you stole for this", you heard bakugo scoff at you while reversing in his garage "i didn't steal shit i worked for it", you looked at him pushing one of your eye brow up "Earned?", "I work as a CEO in my mums fashion company" you nod as you watched bakugo turn off his music then his engine, you struggled with the heavy scissor door of bakugo's Lamborghini Aventador only to be helped by bakugo taking your starbucks drink from the cup holder you stepped out of the low build car. Stepping inside the modern house you analyze your surroundings that was literally sparkling into your eyes, "come on i don't have all they for you", "thought you say you were free as a bird today" leaping towards bakugo as he led you to the basement that was specifically made only for workouts. "Wait here ima get changed" you nod placing your sports bag by the side checking yourself out in the mirror, your black sports bra that perfectly cups your breast nicely and the tight leggings that shows off your ass.

"Well shall we?" A loud came from the door leading into the basement, you nod at bakugo taking another sip of your half filled drink, "we'll start by stretching" you watched as bakugo form a position as you mimic him placing your left arm to the right side and your right arm bending then doing the same for the other side, he reached for a 50kg dumbbell demonstrating doing a squat while both his hands held the dumbbell you watched as his arms flexed showing his muscular arm and veins. Your mind ran away thinking of dirty shit about his huge muscular arm, him picking you up so easily or even choking you with those- "oi stop spacing out take it and do the same" you blink the thoughts away taking the 20kg dumbbell from his hand, you spread your legs and lower yourself down carrying the dumbbell in between your thighs, you watch as his hand fell lightly to your inner thigh but not too close to your cunt- yeah… you blushed slightly at the contact with his warm hand on your clothed,"lower your body more you want to stretch this part"bakugo said lightly tapping your thigh, lowering your body you breathed in shakily as you felt the stretch on your thigh coming up abit not wanting to feel the pain. Bakugo sigh pushing you back down with his hands back on your thigh you hiss at the pain not able to go back up as he was too strong, after 20 secs of toture he asked you to bend forward to touch your toes. You felt his eyes wander on your ass he cleared his throat pushing you forward more "ow bastard that's too much" you shouted wingly fingers in the floor "you can take it idiot you need a proper stretch first or you aren't going to learn how to fight" you groan trying to relax you bet your leg is going to get cramp after this, bakugo massage you with his thumb where he place his hand on your back you can feel his cock in between your ass feeling yourself go wild again you tried distracting yourself looking up you see mirror reflecting you and bakugo it was so dang lewd -imagining bakugo humping his cock into your ass roughly both of moaning in pleasure- you slowly look at bakugo realising he was looking back at you he smirk at you, looking back down quickly you felt your pussy throb he isn't a mind reader is? He won't know what you were thinking about just now right?- the warm hands on and the heat in between your legs and bakugos turn cold going back up to your full height you turn around seeing bakugo hooking up the punching bag you slowly walked there with your jelly leg sweat dripping down your neck. "Watch carefully this where all the fun starts" bakugo said smirking at you, he made a few punches while pointing out what to do and not to while punching after a 5 more punches he let you try, forming your position in a fighting style you look at bakugo for approval following his body as he bend down correcting your legs, then moving back up "your hands what did i say about the hands?" You watched his annoyed face feeling guilty at the amount of time he had mentioned about it you look down totally forgetting about what was the correct way to place your hands feeling scared to know what will happen next you apologize quietly, will that even help? Is he going to hit you?, Bakugo watched as your body tensed up a little as your hands kept clenching and unclenching he sighed grabbing your thumb "don't place your thumb inside your fist if you do that you will get your thumb broken in no time" you nod placing your other thumb out of your fist.

You drop to your knees in defeat sweating furiously as catched your breath, bakugo sat in front of you passing you a cup of water your drink long ago finished you chucked it down into your mouth thanking him "didn't know you will be that rusty", "is that supposed to be compliment or insult?" You questioned searching around in your bag for your towel you remember you brought it along or did you not? You groan taking another big sip of the water "an insult i guess" his smirking never leaving you, feeling his eyes not on yours and maybe on your boobs? Probably a boob obsessed person you shrug it off wanting to go home quickly to have a refreshing showing to get rid of this annoying stickiness. You stood humming in response "i needa go now" you slink your bag in your shoulder facing the door "dont you want to change or something?"

"And why is that so?"

"Well you erm.." he pointed at your boobs wrigerling his brows, you look at the mirror behind you as your eyes widen your sport bra completely socked showing a better view of the shaped boobs, covering your chest you turn around you stared at bakugo angrily "is that why you kept starring ,the fuck is wrong with you?"

"If you want i can offer a ride home"

"In your dreams! Im not letting some pervert mafia man stare at my chest the whole ride" you spit out looking straight in his eyes. Bakugo scoof walking closer to you closing the gap in between you both in no time he grab your chin making you face him both your lips nearly touching each other you gulb still looking at him "pervert mafia man huh what a cruel way to describe me baby" your face flushed red at the nickname feeling his hands ride up your spine making you shiver "i-im no ones baby" you stature pushing bakugo backwards as hard as you can but it was no use, bakugo chuckled teasingly looking at your chest "really? Cause the way you looked at me the second we enter my house says it all"

"Thats just bulshit now fuck off you stupid pervert" you threw punches into his buff chest, no use again he smirked leaning in closer into your neck brushing your smooth hair pulling the tie down as you felt your hair fell to its original form you wince at the pain as he took a hand full of your hair pulling it down, fantasie one checked, he inhaled your scent smiling against your skin you shivered gripping his shirt as you closed your eyes, biting your lips to keep in your moan feeling him breath against your sensitive neck, "so fucking sweet" he growled into your ears "Can you please stop" he sighed stepping back chuckling raising his hands up in defeat, “im..heading home” you stuttered while making your way out of the basement hearing bakugo’s bare foot follow closely to you behind not long after walking up orange stairs feeling like it was like another as your legs still felt jelly from just now. Hearing something jingle you look behind you seeing bakugos hand busy holding a car key most likely the same one for the lambo you sat in just now. “You dont need to drive me home” you said bluntly “huh are you still thinking about what happened back there” you see his lips slowly turn into a smirk “i just need to go to a few places, im running low on food!” you shouted back not wanting him to think of such ideas. “My god chillax im not deaf like i said im free as a bird today so allow me to drive you to the places you need to go just wait in the car for me will ye?”he said handing you the car key, you hesitated abit but allowed him to do so humming in response you took the key from his hand “good girl” by the time you heard that you had closed the door behind you leaving yourself flush red again making your way to the garage you press the button on the wall hearing the garage door open, you press the button on the car key hearing the car roar you cringe at loud revving from the car while you struggled opening the scissors door.

You watch as bakugo easily open the heavy scissors door on th drivers sides tossing a black hoodie to you “i thought this would helpful to cover your chest” you look at the hoodie seeing a white skull in the middle of it putting on the fluffy hoodie you could smell the burnt caramel scent that was on the hoodie you didnt know to describe it, it was nice? Addictive? , it makes you melt in the smell it smelt so familiar where was it from? Where was it from you repeated in your mind remembering the scene back in the basement the smell when bakugo was close up to you his aromatic smell it was him all him. “DUMBASS!?” you jumped slightly giving a huh “fucking finally how long are you going to stare in space before you answer my goddam question” feeling guilty for spacing out you played with the sleeve of his hoodie that you were wearing “sorry you were asking?” he sighed pinching the brick of his nose “where to?”

Grabbing the trolley you worked your way to the shelves not needing to read the signs as you came here countless of times, even the workers recognizes you. Analyzing the vegetables to check for any worms you shake the package to ensure there isnt any moving on to buy meat, yogurt and no way you could forget your best of the best friend that help you out when you still cry over your stupid ex picking up the cold cartton of the ice cream flavoured cookies and cream finally some chips, “you done picking yet?” turning around seeing a angry blonde pushing the trolley “why you getting bored already?”, “nah just hungry” you hum picking up the grapes “oh i remembered that theres a new cafe that just opened a few days ago we can have a small bite there if you want?” “sure but its on you” “what!- ouh whatever lets go im done here.” you guys headed to cashier counter to pay “evening nicole” you greeted the cashier taking out your groceries to put it on the conveyor belt bakugo helping out with the other ones too. “Gahh Y/N youre back from your ‘vacation’ so hows work?” you silently laugh at her exaggeration “same old same old is your throat getting better?” you hear the beeb sound seeing her scan the barcodes on the groceries “yes doc im doing much better that i can literally sing flawlessly again, and woo look who finally found a boyfriend ill be damned blind if i said he wasn't handsome ” you blush a little at the thought about you guys being a couple you were about to respond when you felt a hand on your shoulder “we sure are together right baby” you look up seeing his teasing face you rolled your eyes playing it off you bop his nose “we sure are a cute couple dont yah think” you laughed when a light tint of pink form on his cheeks. “Well at least you finally found someone you are getting old” “ouchh nicole that hurts to hear” you playfully said sliding your credit card on the payment terminal, you grab the plastic bags that has your weeks long of food bakugo helped with the other ones too you waved goodbye to nicole making your way out, back to the car to place your groceries you hear bakugo pop the frunk up placing the groceries in.

“Dammit theres a long queue urgh i guess we need to wait” you said in frustration “like you said dumbass is a new cafe” you look through the sparkling glass window seeing the tables all full, delicious cakes,waffles, and so much more delightful pastries you continue familiarizing the aesthetically build cafe when you were pushed lightly the shoulder thinking it was you tried punching where ever spots you could hit landing a hit on a small stomach “what do you want man-”hearing a girl yelp in pain you turn fully to see who exactly it was, fuck it was the waitress, “wtf is wrong with you!” you could hear bakugo laughing hard at you, giving him a death glare to shut up you turn back to face the waitress you patted her softly to ease the pain and repeatedly apologizing, passersby’s were staring at you, people in queue stared at you too, feeling a little stress out by the way you were having everyones attention you cheered in your mind that the waitress did not took long to recover from your punch “fucking hell Y/N” feeling your eyes went wide you couldnt believe seeing your bestfriend working here “JAS!?! What are you doing here?” you screamed not believing you just coincidentally met your best friend. “Well my pay at the hospital wasnt high enough so i needed more and bam this new place was hiring so you know here i am” you knit your brows “too low” jasmyne glance pass you seeing the line going further than just now “ye ill tell you later got to do mah job now” you grab her apron she was wearing over her work attire stop her in her tracks “can you maybe let us skip the queue?” both her hands flew up pointing her thumb and pointy finger straight in a gun manner she whispered ‘i gotcha yah’ you push bakugo that was using his phone following jasmyne you walked beside her “looks like you got yourself a date, hes so fucking hot girl! I bet he can gives the best fuck probally his length is long~ and wide~” you bumb into her playfully laughing at her horny words as usual, feeling yourself heat up again at the thought of bakugos big fat length railing hard into you, you turn around making sure he couldnt hear what you said nor read your mind. Sitting in the white circle arm rest chair you look in the menu landing your eyes on {favourite dessert and a hot beverage} you closed the book seeing bakugo was done too and had already signalled the waitress. After placing both your orders you check for any notifications glancing to check the time at the same time “who was that?”

“Oh Jasmyne? Shes a colleague my work shes the first to come up to me when i started working at the hospital” bakugo nod in respond not asking any further

The sound of plastics filled the kitchen “right thats all im leaving” you placed the new groceries in their respectively places in the fridge “yep thx bakugo, erm whens our next training?”, “when youre free just text me” the last sound you heard was the door closing your house was quite yet again. You walk into your room placing your sports bag on the floor and started changing into a much comfortable clothes looking at the hoodie bakugo gave you, you inhaled the scent that lingered on it surprise the smell was still so strong throwing on the bed to remind yourself to wash it later on, walking into the bathroom you groan when you saw your towel was placed on the sink “so this where you were, thx you i got to have a goddam close up with that hot head” you garb the make up remover pouring it on the cotton wool and lightly dapping it on your eyes. Plopping down on your soft sofa you grab you heart shaped pillow you turn on you TV switching it netflix, watching the new trendy show ‘squid game’ curious to know what the hype is all about you pressed play while slurping down your cup noodle.

11.43PM

Feeling your eyes get heavy you decide to end it here for the day throwing your cup noodle and disposable chopsticks in the bin you head to your room changing into your silky F/C dress you lay in your bed pulling the covers releasing why it was so hard to pull the covers you grab bakugos hoodie and hug it lazy to stand up and hang it on your door at the same time you were in love with the lingering scent that bakugo left on the hoodie.

Bakugo pushed you back into the mirror kissing you roughly turning your head for him to have more access you felt his hot tongue lick your bottom lips opening your mouth you moaned feeling his wet hot tounge fighting with yours wrapping your arms around his neck you both tounges kept with each others finally bakugo pull away, he chuckled when you followed to move back in for more kisses “jump” you obeyed jumping on him, wrapping your legs around his torso he supported you by holding your butt you giggled abit when you felt him squeeze but it soon turn into pain when you feel him smack your ass like a drum- you wince at the pain “shh baby you're ok right?” you nod into his neck biting it softly you hear him groaned feeling butterflies in your stomach you would literally die to hear him do that sexy ass sound again biting it harder you earned another loud groan and a spank on your ass “-urgh- princess stop that or youre gonna regret that” you look at him giving him a sly smirk “really? How could i ever regret what daddy gives me hmm~” you watched as his eyes widen not expecting that as your answers “you asked for it princess” he laughed at you devilish and throwing you on your bed.

You jolt up feeling like you nearly fell you look around seeing youre still in your room and no sign of bakugo you hugged the hoodie feeling your pussy throb inhaling the strong scent remembering your dream it felt so real everything abt it the way you were in his house in his arms the way he felt the way his tongue felt against yours shaking your head you decide to go back to sleep, realising that your thoughts made you need sexual relief you stood up walking to your cupboard pushing past your perfume,cream and other essential needs you finally felt something round grabbing it you walked back to the edge of your bed sliding down your panties you lay down on your bed placing the vibrator on the side you pushed your nightgown up playing with boobs flicking it for a few times you proceed to caress your sensitive stomach and down to your clit pinching it lightly you sigh in pleasure spreading your legs open you continued rubbing around your hole and clit feeling more satisfied and your hole much wetter you took your vibrator sliding it into you slowly with ease you moan softly holding onto the hoodie turn up the vibrator the switch connected to it with a wire you switch the speed to 2, grabbing bakugos hoodie you inhaled the scent again using the material to caress your body thinking is bakugo touching you, you pushed your nightgown off you and threw it on the floor beside your panties. When a thought hit you with something dirty you grab the hoodie and dressed your pillow with it you sat on the hoodie grinding yourself on the hoodie the friction against it felt so good you rock yourself back and forth shouting and imagining it was bakugo making you feel good "fuck daddy -oh fuck- yes,yes, yes you feel so good so fucking good" you lean foward craving for more of the lingering scent feeling a knot slowling building up in side you rock your self back and forth faster, turning up the speed to max you moan out loud feeling yourself reach your limit you screamed bakugos name cumming on his hoodie you collasped forward hugging the pillow while pulling out the still vibrating vibrator you let yourself steady your breathing feeling your butt hole flutter on nothing but only the cold air your body was still not satisfied it had been so long since you last get to masturbate as your menstruation finally ended 2 days ago standing up you walk back to the cupboard grabbing another toy of yours that was hiding with your essential needs. You placed the dildo on the hoodie low enough for one to imagine it was the persons length. You hover yourself over the 6 inch dildo you hiss at the spread slowly pushing it in your butt hole you moan in pain tightening your grip on the hoodie "fuck daddy you're so big" sliding back up you moan at the pleasure wanting more you bounce yourself on it faster moaning out 'daddy' and 'fuck' feeling it hit your g-spot you moaned positioning yourself quick enough to continue your fast pace to hit that spot again and again "fuck me! -ahh- bakugo im cumming, im cumming!" You moaned loudly into the hoodie cumming yet again on the hoodie, you slowly pushed the dildo out of you moaning softly as it went past your sweet spots you threw the dildo by the bedside feeling yourself getting tired you closed your eyes drowning yourself back to sleep.

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Drink | Punz

Requested? Kinda LMAO

Warnings? partying, drinking, creepy dude

Summary: You ask Punz to watch your drink at a party

Word Count: 1,261

You hadn’t been to a party in ages.

Not for any particular reason, just that it had been a while, and you didn’t have any reason or the feeling to go out and get blackout drunk, party, and make an ass out of yourself with friends.

However, when your best friend texted you the details of a somewhat lowkey party you decided that it was time to get back out again. You dressed clad in your cutest dress, black high heels, and a small over-the-shoulder purse.

“Sheesh!!!” Karl greets you when you swing open your front door.

You burst into laughter, doubling over and when you stand up straight again you smile upon seeing Karl grinning widely at you. He sticks a hand out to you and you take it and together you head out to the party.

You and Karl had been friends for ages now, meeting through your mutual love of Minecraft and streaming. You had then turned and met the rest of his friends, becoming close with all of them.

“Who’s gonna be at the party?” you ask as the two of you step into an uber together.

“Sap, George, Dream, Alex, Punz, Niki, Wilbur,” he starts to list off.

“Wait, Punz is gonna be there?” you say stuttering on the name, and Karl smiles knowingly.

“Yes your little boyfriend will be there,” he retorts and you shove him.

“We’re not anything.”

Karl rolls his eyes shaking his head as he does so but smiles and turns his attention back to you.

“So everyone?” you say and Karl smiles letting you switch the subject.

“Yeah basically everyone will be there.”

The drive to the party is a quick one and when you pull up to the house you realize that the lowkey party was turning into quite a giant house party. You toss a look at Karl who shrugs his shoulders before pulling you out of the car with him.

You head into the party with a sense of nervousness, worried that the number of people you don’t know would outweigh the number of people you did know. But, as you head inside, one of your favorite songs booming in the background you’re excited.

“(y/n)!!!” Sap greets when you walk in.

“Hey!!” you yell back heading straight for him.

You throw your arms up, wrapping them around the younger boy’s neck before placing a kiss on his cheek. He smiles cheekily at you before resting a hand on your waist and you turn to the rest of the boys he’s with.

“Dream, George, always a pleasure,” you joke, and the two friends grin at you.

“The life of the party has arrived,” Dream responds and you nod.

“And, I need a drink,” you continue winking at him before pulling yourself away.

You head to the drink area, surveying your choices and as you do so, you feel a presence come up behind you.

“I say stick to the white claws,” the sound of Punz’ voice making your heart flutter and a smile appear on your lips.

“You’re an asshole,” you say laughing.

“Truly?” he says offering you a drink.

“Oh honey, I don’t take drinks from strangers,” you joke, and Punz smiles and drops his head.

You do grab a drink though, a concoction of something sweet and no doubt vodka, and hold it up to Punz, the older boy clinks his drink to yours, and you both down your drinks respectively,

You slam your empty cup on the table, fresh adventure sparkling in your eyes before grabbing another drink. You turn to Punz, offering a bold wink, and head off to the makeshift dance floor.

“Ooh, there’s my girl!” Sap yells when you come back over.

You laugh, throwing your head back and Sap takes your free hand and pulls you into his embrace. You sling your arm loosely around his shoulders as he circles your waist. Your left hand holds your drink in the air, a slight smile gracing your lips.

Punz stands just outside of the makeshift dance floor, drink held to his lips with purpose. His eyes glaze over your figure, wanting nothing more than to replace Sapnap’s hands with his own, feel your heartbeat against his, your hands around him.

Your eyes drift as you dance, spotting Punz eyeing you up and down only making you more nervous. You try and focus on Sap’s touch, the music surrounding you, but nothing slows your heartbeat.

“I’ll be back,” you call to Sap before pulling away.

You head straight for Punz, your heart still hammering, and when the older boy sees you his smirk returns. You hold out your drink, and the older boy takes it in his head tentatively.

“Watch that for me darling?” you ask and you can see Punz swallow and nod before you walk away to the bathroom.

Punz keeps his position by the back of the room and watches as one of the lesser-known people at the party approaches him.

“Hey man!” the guy greets and Punz gives him a once over.

“Hey,” he says.

“You were just talking to (y/n) right? She’s hot as fuck,” the guy continues and Punz stands up a little straighter, a burn of jealousy flowing through him.

“Yeah man she’s cool,” he says trying to stay calm.

“Mind if I grab her drink from you? She knows me and I told her I’d get her another anyway.”

By this point, Punz is (most likely) irrationally pissed off. He scans the frat boy up and down, wondering what he thought he was trying to do.

“Fuck off,” Punz spits out.

“Dude,” the guy tries again placing a hand on Punz’s arm.

The next minute happens in slow motion. Punz drops his drink, his now free hand, coming in contact with the random guy’s nose perfectly offering a sickening crunch and sending the guy backward about a foot.

In the process, your drink tips from his other hand onto the ground and a half crowd has formed wondering what’s going on. Punz and the random guy stare each other down for a moment, but Punz being inches taller and easily more intimidating causes the man to back off.

Punz waits another moment, before heading back over to the drinks, grabbing one for himself and another for you, and then back to his original spot where he finds you with a confused look on your face.

“Did you punch a dude out?” you ask as he approaches.

“Possibly. Here’s a new drink by the way,” he says handing you a fresh drink which you take.

“Why?”

“The guy was trying to put something in your drink so I may or may not have laid him out and spilled both our drinks at the same time,” he explains.

You stare at the boy in front of you in amazement, surprised that not only he was trying to protect you, he punched someone out for you and got you a brand new drink.

“Was I not supposed to?” Punz follows up at your silence.

“Will you come here,” you say and Punz tilts his head to the side.

You grab his free hand, pulling him in and placing it on your waist. You wrap your arm around his shoulders and while the proximity makes you dizzy you smile a hopefully confident smile nonetheless.

“You know you’re my designated drink holder now?” you ask and Punz laughs.

“Come here dumbass,” he retorts pulling you in for a kiss that makes even the people around you turn and look.

[ack3rlady]

The Universe Had His Back - Chapter 5

Sunrise

Summary: The aftermath of the breathtaking encounter between reader and Levi when true feelings are revealed

Chapters: Four | Five | Six

Master List

Warnings: Fem! Reader, Angst, Fluff, Modern AU, Reference to alcohol abuse, slight swearing.

Word Count: ~ 2.5k

Inspiration: Starry Night - Suho

Tags: @sooibian, @queenofcurse, @red-n-tall ; Anyone else who'd like to be tagged, please let me know!

You accepted Levi’s offer to drive you home, a decision you would come to regret the moment the car was in motion. The journey was quiet, with you mostly looking out of the window as he drove. Your greed for more time with him that you didn’t account for how dejected you would go on to feel once the adrenaline dried out. You hadn't exactly ended things with him on amicable terms. The ride home in his company just added salt to the unhealed wounds. Levi turned his head towards you several times like he wanted to say something, but didn't.

“How’s Luna?”, your words finally cut through the silence, voice low and shaky.

“She’s fine. Isabel stayed at home with her today.”, he responded, eyes focused on the road.

Then it was quiet again. It took all the strength to bottle up the multitude of emotions building up within you that were burning to be expressed. So, you decided to focus your attention on the row of lush green trees along the sidewalk, whirring past you.

Levi quelled his desire to lay his hand on yours more than once; intertwining your fingers snugly together while you ran soothing circles on the back of his palm - something he always did while driving with you by his side.

‘Old habits die hard’, he thought. Neither of you uttered a word again till your apartment building was around the corner. You sat glued to your seat, unmoving even after he parked.

“You know that you could just come see her, right? She asks about you every day.”, Levi’s gaze was still fixed on the car parked in front of his own, his voice barely audible.

You sighed, feeling ashamed for depriving your own baby of your presence.

“I’m not ready. What if I can't keep it together in front of her? I need to get better before she sees me.” you despaired, looking down at your feet, too afraid of the effect on Luna if she saw you like this.

“I’m going to be right there with you. And how do you expect to get any better if you deny yourself the exact person who is capable of making you feel so?”, Levi turned in his seat to face you, placing a firm hand on your shoulder.

He was right. Of course, Luna was the only one who could pull you out of this abyss. Why had you been running away from her this whole time?

“C-Can I come see her after work tomorrow?”, you squeaked.

“You don’t have to ask. We’ll both be waiting for you.”, he whispered moving his hand to rest on top of yours.

You finally mustered up the courage to look towards him. He wore the same smile on his face that you had been in love with for the last eight years; the exact one that always assured you that everything was going to be okay.

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Reader’s POV

You entered your apartment and laid the shopping bags on the counter. Taking off your shoes, you placed them neatly on the rack by the door, taking a little step towards keeping the word you gave Miche this morning. It was late in the evening; the Sun having just set. You glanced around your gloomy apartment, at the dark shadows and how even the brightest colored paints and fabrics looked somber in the dusk’s dullness. The eeriness of the space was starting to eat at you when something shiny on the kitchen platform caught your eye. It was a bottle of whiskey, its amber liquid gleaming in the residual rays of light entering through the window.

The conflict in your head began as you started walking towards it absentmindedly. Was tonight going to be the same as the other wretched ones of the last two weeks? Faces of Luna, Levi, Miche and Nanaba flashed before our eyes as you inched towards the humble kitchenette. Finally at your destination, you picked up the bottle and stared at it, putting up a hard fight against the demons in your head.

You jumped when the door to your apartment suddenly slammed open, making the bottle almost slip out of your hands.

"Sweets!", A loud voice called out to you, the light from the window reflecting off the intruder’s glasses.

It was a moniker given to you by your dear friend based on "your profession and character" as they liked to call it. But the truth was, it was a part of the 'couple name' they had created for you and Levi called 'Short and Sweet', earning them a few punches from the holder of the other half of the title.

“Hange, you almost gave me a heart attack! What are you doing barging into my apartment like this?”, you grumbled.

“Well, your door was unlocked. So, how was your run in with Shorty? Tell me everyth... What the fuck is that?”, they began with excitement, but it dissipated as soon as they switched the lights on and spotted what you held in your hands.

You looked like a thief caught in the act. Guilty.

“It-It's nothing. I wasn’t drinking it.”, you stuttered, hastily putting it away.

“You mean you hadn't started drinking it yet?”

They were probably right. That’s how your evenings usually began these days. You tried your hardest to conquer the need for a drink, only to eventually give in and ending up passed out somewhere in your apartment.

Your train of thought was interrupted by a knock. Miche and Nanaba tiptoed inside through the still unlocked door with guilty smiles, as if ready to turn on their heels in case if you decided to chase after them.

“So? How did it go with Ackermann?”, they asked eagerly in unison.

“Wait. Was my day broadcasted in the news or something? How do you already know?”, your face had a giant question mark stamped on it.

“Who do you think brought it all together?”, Hange grinned, proudly wiggling their eyebrows.

You furrowed yours, and audibly gasped seconds later when it hit you. The sequence of events played before your eyes; how each person you had seen today and led to you meeting Levi. First Miche and Nanaba, then Suki. Your jaw slacked, and you gaped at each one of them in complete disbelief at what they had just pulled off.

Miche quietly slithered to position himself closely beside you and wrapped his arm around your shoulders – a little too tight. Well, you were contemplating introducing their jaws to your fist, so you guessed he was just being cautious.

“Who else knew of this?”, you hissed.

“Not Shorty, if that’s what you’re asking. I cooked up the idea. But it was Erwin who played commander and assigned roles! Everything from you and Levi having the same day off work, Suki and Furlan pestering you two into going with them, Nanaba and Miche forcing you out of here, Isabel staying home with Luna so that Levi could leave, and now us being here to witness the success of our little project, it was brought together by him. In fact, Erwin is checking in on Levi as we speak!”, Hange exclaimed triumphantly.

You felt stupid after finding out that you and Levi got played by practically everyone you knew. How were they this good at keeping it under wraps?

“Why did you do this?” You asked.

“Because you are both too stupid realize how crazy you are about each other and how this estrangement is paining you. So, we just decided to nudge you in the right direction. You’re welcome, by the way!”, Nanaba grinned.

“What are you even talking about? He’s the one who willingly ended what we had.”, you despaired.

The memories of the months preceding the divorce were fresh in your mind. Levi couldn’t stand being in the same room as you for more than a few minutes at a time, constantly falling out with you over something or the other. You remembered how much it hurt when he always seemed irritated by your sheer presence.

“Rubbish! You should know by now that Shorty is a complete moron with his feelings. Don’t you remember how long he stalled asking you out on a date all those years ago? And also, how I finally had to ask you for him? This is history repeating itself, silly!”, Hange chuckled, gently flicking your forehead

“Erwin and I see him every day, Sweets. We know how much he regrets letting you go. But he’s too much of a chicken to do anything about it. We’ve been badgering him to reconnect with you for a while now. But he was terrified of making a move. The dumbass is utterly in love with you. Precisely why Erwin and I decided to take matters in our own hands.”, they stated matter of factly.

The barrage of information caught you completely off guard. But you couldn’t help but dwell on one detail in particular -

“He’s still in love with me?”

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Levi’s POV

Levi felt restless on the drive back home, aimlessly fidgeting with his seatbelt and rapidly tapping his fingers on the steering wheel. He was worried about you. Well, he always was, but more so because of what happened today. He suppressed the constant urges to turn his car around and return to you because he needed to get home to Luna and relieve Isabel of her baby-sitting duties.

He parked the car in the driveway and walked through the front door, momentarily freezing upon seeing a tall blonde man seated on the couch with Luna half asleep on his lap, immediately relaxing after recognizing who it was. He was reading her a story from one of the many books you had bought while Isabel was lounging on the loveseat beside them, her face glowing under the light from her phone screen. All three turned to Levi upon hearing the jingling of his keys.

“Papa!”, the little one was refreshed by the sight. She ran to greet her father by wiggling her way off the man’s lap and on to the floor and hugged is leg.

“Hi, moon beam! Erwin, what are you doing here?”, he asked as he gave Luna a kiss and then looked up at the man.

“I’m here to check in on you. How was your meeting with uh... ahem?”, Erwin cleared his throat instead of mentioning your name in the toddler’s presence.

“Check in on me? How do you know about that? What did you do?”, Levi’s temper audibly rose with each question.

“I’m going to tuck Luna into bed, and you are going to wait right here for my return. We need to have a little chat.” he glowered at the taller blonde before he could answer, ignoring the sheepish smile slapped across his little sister’s face.

Luna was out cold the moment her head rested on the pillow given how worn out she was after horsing around with Isabel all day. Additionally, story time with Erwin already had her feeling drowsy by the time Levi had returned home. Ten minutes and a few goodnight kisses later, he was sitting at the dining table with the two adults, sipping tea that Erwin had just brewed.

“When do you plan to start telling me what is going on? I could have had dinner during the wait.”, he jibed.

“I take it that Suki and Furlan were successful in bringing you two face-to-face?”, Erwin’s tone was casual, maintaining steady eye contact with his old friend.

He proceeded to explain in great detail, how he and Hange worked with both your close friends to hatch this plan.

“Can’t you two keep your eyebrows and shitty glasses out of my fucking business?”, Levi growled.

“Since you both can’t communicate like mature adults and figure things out for yourselves, we had to step in as catalysts. Hange is at her apartment right now, making sure she’s okay.”, Erwin kept his defense short.

Levi was at a loss of words. Sometimes he felt like he wasn’t worthy of his two friends. Hange and Erwin always went out of their way for him when he was hit with a challenging situation, and all he ever did was snivel about it.

“Fine. I’ll give you both credit where you deserve it. I had been wanting to see her myself. But I didn’t know what to say. She is coming over tomorrow to see Luna. So, thanks, I guess.”

Erwin knew that this was the closest thing to an apology and appreciation that he was going to get from Levi. So, he took it with a smile.

“Awesome!”, Isabel's scream cut through the calmness.

“And you.”, his fiery gaze landed on her at the far end of the table where she strategically seated herself away from the reach of her older brother in case if he was particularly irked. “I’m going to take care of Furlan later. But you too are hiding things from me now?”,

“Hey! I was just following Erwin's orders! And how could I say no to having my favorite person all to myself for an entire day?”, she reasoned, her face resembling a cartoon cat that Luna was fond of; Puss in Boots, was it?

“So, how did it go?”, Erwin intervened before Levi could scold her further.

Levi took a minute to gather his thoughts. Images of your face flashed before his eyes, making his tense posture relax significantly.

“I - I don’t even know how to describe it. I feel like for the first time in forever, I might sleep well tonight just because I met her. She looked so beautiful.”, his lips showed signs of the smallest smile as he ran his fingers along the rim of his teacup, gazing at the dark liquid contained within.

He quickly composed himself after realizing that he had in fact just said these words out loud and they were not just in his head, but it was too late. Isabel oohed with amusement and yelped after receiving a flying spoon to the head from him.

“It was also... a stark reminder of what an absolute piece of shit I have been to throw away everything we had. She’s in so much pain.”, his softened expression clearly revealed the despair behind his words.

“As are you, Levi. You made a grave mistake. Unfortunately, you're not the only one who is paying for it. But there is no use lamenting over the past, is there? What counts is what you plan to do now. Have you decided what you will say to her when she visits?”

Levi let out a long, suffering sigh. “I regretted what I did the moment I came back to an empty home from the court that day, Erwin. Seeing her today only reaffirmed how shitty my life is without her. I need to win her back. I’m afraid she’ll reject me after what I did to her. But - But she still needs to know that I -

I’m still in love with her.”

Chapters: Four | Five | Six

[parviocula]

Here I go again. Lets talk about the Ebunike & Smasher!

MMK OK so since the first day I found out about this secret little hideout I instantly noticed the guns! And the computer!

I also realize this is just ONE of Adams many hideouts, but since I only know of this one and the unused one (I’ll talk about it later) I wanna speak on this!

So he has an extra Dragoon frame (lmao) and a SHIT load of HMG. So I wanna talk about the HMGs!

There’s 10 HMG in total in this hideout, but why so many? Well in MY opnion and obviously awesome theory is that each one has a specific history! A specific SPECIAL kill that he loves so much that every time he sees it he thinks about the story! Because the normal “he just likes it” is boring BOO TOMATO TOMATO TOMATO!

I also believe he names his guns because you know the whole “Name your weapon and it shall never betray you” when has adams weapons ever betrayed him? hmm? That’s Right! NEVER! SO THEY HAVE NAMES!

I wanna start with the left side of that picture above. I think one might be what he used during the “Love like fire” mission, imma say hmm top right gives me the vibes.  These have to be special right? They look great next to his extra frame.

Another cool thing is his extra! The heavily modified infamous Dragoon. It is an EXACT replica of what he wears now without all the inner tubing and his reactor core. Who gave it to him? Who gifted it to him? Could it have been a gift from Yorinobu himself when he came and asked Smasher to help him? A false gift? a false idol of power? the trojan?  Even the theme matches with the red and black! 

So I wanna expand on this and talk about his Hideout and the maelstrom because there’ SO MUCH going on people really don’t understand how important this area actually is! This took a lot of time to put together so hopefully I worded this as best as possible. Also I think his favorite are Shotguns & HMG

lol @ the fact he doesn’t have a chair for his computer.

Lets start with the general layout of the ship!

Ebunike at Night and Daytime! Pretty cool it keeps with the Red and Black theme yeah? Daytime it just looks like a normal boring ass ship. Pretty clever yeah? Lotta space too.

Cleaning supplies. Sometime was in charge of keeping up with the ships appearance! Probably also used to clean up Adams mess’. Probably Grayson (haha). Also gives off that Adam is not Filthy/Dirty! Like his hideout he is actually very very organized & clean which could be apart of living life in such rubbish environment for most of his life in New York. (Except for the body in the bathroom but we don’t see that rn)

Cool ass hangout spot! You can also find a stressball directly below this area BTW. I’m not sure he really uses this area though unless he uses Gemini to blend it but I doubt it (I believe he’s full on Samson by this time)

Stolen Kang Tao/Militech Firearms that are to be sold to South Africa! He has a lot of this shit laying all over the place. I assume this is his PASSIVE income.

Dead Chick from the whole Blackmail thingy. Lazy grunt never cleaned it up! Or maybe Grayson tried to get back at Adam after he left him? 

Graysons little area! He has a smart pistol on the left, a window on the right that overlooks the Ebunike itself & two doors. There’s also a lot of trash outside the window so Grayson is very lazy! There’s also Documents here, Magazines and a pencil holder (I find this very cute). I can see Grayson just sitting in his swirly chair being a dumbass and reading emails. 

Straight up idc idc idc SMASHER STILL HAS SOME EMOTION! I hate that “Omg he’s is asshole on humanity bla bla bla” well maybe he changed look at him giving a shit about Grayson. “Anything happens, let me know” dude bruh come ONNNNNUHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH MIKE PONDSMITH GIVE ME!!!1 GIVE GIVE GIVE!

Idk who writes this 1000% but I am gonna say Smasher because I am built like that (a problem) so yeah. Interesting information btw if you like to write about selling illegal shit or whatever the hell you wanna do.

OKAY before I actually start to explain stuff. I think it is funny that Smasher is working with Maelstrom because Gray/Mike states that Adam Smasher believe them to be Stupid! He totally hates their guts! So the fact he literally entrusts them with the cargo and shit is super funny to me (they’re probably cheap)

Anyways back on track.

Proof it IS Smasher who is in control. It’s also never states wtf Grayson ever said and who Briger is exactly (we never see Kurt or Xay either so w/e)

Their Meth lab! How do I know this?

BAM

Codeine 

Iodine 

Red Phosphorus 

Rentable Cargo!

If you take the time to explore the area you’ll notice the entire left (from Ebunike) are actually living spaces. Now, rather if this is rentable just for the Maelstrom or other outside forces I cannot be 1000% sure. It is PROBABLY for fellow Maelstrom goons that are hired to live. Although I do think depending on the offer others may be allowed to live there under specific agreements (taking advantage of homelessness in exchange for dangerous exports).

NOW REMEMBER! Adam Smasher was once a gang leader. HE KNOWS what he is doing. This is just part of his entire life in one image. He knows exactly how to talk, who to talk to and how to act & read your intentions. He knows the pulse of his surroundings (Street Samurai), he knows when you are lying and when you speak the truth (knows who to trust). Everything thats put together in the Ebunike lot and the boat itself is a render of himself as not only a professional Solo but as a MERC & LEADER. He is by no means an idiot. 

I wanted to expand on this little area to show you just how Smasher acts and what he can put together! He has routes & people! He reads and writes and thinks and keeps tracks of a lot of things that would otherwise stress most of us the fuck out. He has loyal goon (Grayson) and clearly most of Maelstrom really do respect him.

You can also see that there’s Games, Food, Beds & TVs all over the place! Everyone is technically properly cared for! Not that it means he’s merciful, he just knows if his people are happy than they will do good work. Its never brought up that he rules with an iron fist in the surrounding area. It also seems the cleanest in that entire area.

Not to put Grayson down the man did a lot of work too! He’s the right hand man of Smasher (fucker AHHH!!!!) so who knows what else he has done.

Last part is his unused unfinished hideout.

Notice a big difference? The fact they went with his outer shell instead of the main core of his chest.... This originally lead me to believe that Adam Smasher was suppose to have his more “Human” form like the Samson before they swapped it out with the Dragoon. Because the unused appearance he has him in human clothes (BTW the face is Jackies from what I’ve learned. So don’t take it that this is an accurate version of him). THIS DRIVES ME INSANE BECAUSE AHHHHH MERC/SOLO Smasher! THE REAL DEAL! Not that robotic version THAT IS SO UPSETTING! FREE HIM!!!

2077 DRAGOON FRAME

2020 “Young” Smasher Frame with an unused Jacket (ignore his big ass shoulders). 

THE Adam Smasher

mmk I am done 

[gaybarbiegirl]

retj for the fandom ask and obviously you get to differenciate the character by 2010 retj or italian retj <33 or if it's not enough characters you can take french musicals as a whole it Works

Let's go girl!! I'll try to stick to retj as much as possible here but if I feel like there's an item that fits another musical better we're making a little switch

Blorbo (favorite character, character I think about the most)

Italian Mercutio my beloved!! You know I absolutely love him girl!! His energy is spot on, and his personality, sluttiness and little crush on Romeo were amazing. I couldn't focus on anything else whenever he was on screen because he just stole the show that hard, and the fact that he managed to make me cry laugh AND almost scream with excitement AND to break my heart in just one single scene still has me in awe. He's the absolute best, Shakespeare wishes he wrote him <3

Scrunkly (my “baby”, character that gives me cuteness aggression, character that is So Shaped)

Italian Romeo my wholesome dumbass boy!! He was so so sweet and I mean so was Juliet, but maybe because he got more focus as a character I feel like specifically his little crush on Juliet could really nail down that energy of a sweet, innocent first love that never should have ended this way. He was very cute and earnest and very naive and oblivious too and it just makes for a very lovable mix.

Scrimblo bimblo (underrated/underappreciated fave)

I'm going with Benvolio for this one. I totally understand why he's the least popular of the main characters and ends up a little forgotten, he really doesn't have the big personalities of Mercutio and Tybalt or the intense dramatic storylines of Romeo and Juliet, but he's still a very good voice of reason character to have around and the official braincell holder of the group. AND he sings the saddest song in the entire musical that I also absolutely love so you know, I really appreciate what he adds to the story.

Glup shitto (obscure fave, character that can appear in the background for 0.2 seconds and I won’t shut up about it for a week)

Sorry to break away from retj but Leia from La Légende du Roi Arthur my beloved!!! I swear this character is so funny because I mean really she does fuck all the entire musical and she's still my favorite. Like she stands around Morgana and Guinevere pretty often, she does little evil grins at the audience while the other villains are doing the action part, at one point she picks a handkerchief off the ground and then places it back on the ground a few cm to the left...................... and yet. It's the power of being a hot goth dancer I guess.

Poor little meow meow (“problematic”/unpopular/controversial/otherwise pathetic fave)

Girl you know how this goes if you said pathetic fave you said italian Tybalt absolutely <3 little loser emo kid who has a wolf inside him and it's himself, what else could I ask for here?

Horse plinko (character I would torment for fun, for whatever reason)

Can I just say Tybalt again 😭 though to shake things up I'm going with 2010 Tybalt this time, and I mean judging by what we saw in the musical at every minor inconvenience this guy goes on a long musical soliloquy about how his parents didn't love him where the chorus is just him repeating his own name so. Yeah I'm in for a fun time here.

Eeby deeby (character I would send to superhell)

Girl I genuinely have no clue I don't think there were any musical characters yet that I've hated this much.

Thank you so much for the ask!!!

[kuromio]

Bakudeku x teen reader

It wasn’t a steep but big hill where most of your classrooms were laid. Most of your classes where far from each other so you often had to walk a good few minutes till you got to class.

But today some chickens had other plans for you. After your parents dropped you off that morning you went straight to one of those benches that were randomly placed around the school campus.

A few of your friends where already there waiting for you as you were behind there backs. Them getting freaked out by your visible appearance they jumped at the suddenly touch that landed on their skin.

“Hey bestie” you said as you bent down to where their eyes met yours as they turned around sweating nervously. “H-hey. I didn’t know you were here already.” They said as they calmed down a bit.

Sitting down on one of the empty seats in front of you, you took out your small plastic bottle of strawberry milk that you’ve gotten this morning at a local shop. Both of your friends staring at you vigorously they eyed the milk. “I’m your best friend right? Could I have a taste of that”

Your luck ran out as you wished you’d opened it at home instead. But because of your thirst you couldn’t wait and opened it at the worst timing possible.

The other friend who was constantly texting on their phone had finally got off staring at the other girl in front of them. “She’s obviously my best friend. You and your dirty mouth shouldn’t spit on her straw like that every time you drink out of her things. You don’t even know how to take a waterfall out of her water bottle.”

Both bickering at each other you looked to your left where your two parents where still in the car staring at the group. Walking up to the vehicle your green haired dad rolled down his window. Slouching down you gave him your strawberry milk as he placed it down in the cup holder. “There always bickering at each other, huh” he said as the ashy blond stared at the two friends.

You faked a drop of tear that rolled down your eye. “I just wanted my milk.”

Time skip to when you were walking to your period one class. Picking a seat in the back you slouched down and crossed your arms together waiting for the teacher to arrive and call your names out for attendance.

“Good morning class. I hope you all had a great weekend and spent it well.”

“Alright students, let’s begin our studies for today.”

The bell rang for recess as your teachers yelled out the pro hero’s will be on school campus the next day checking in on the school seeing if it’s presenting their child’s education properly.

Waiting for your friends on the tables again there was a chicken right next to you. Sweating nervously you scooted over to the next chair and then the next chair. Eyes staring into your soul as you got up from the seat. You started fast walking as the chicken followed you.

Making your way to a faster movement you started running. Not to long after your two friends showed up to where you often called it your “hang out spot” they spotted you running from a chicken.

Other students recording and laughing with their group of friends in the hallway as your friend yelled out “run Y/N, run.” “I’m trying but I won’t have enough stamina to continue, this hideous chicken started following me for no reason.”

You yelled out as your two friends also ran to catch the chicken.

Staff members from the office came by to see what all the ruckus and commotion was. Now everyone was watching you run away and your friends running toward the chicken.

“My daughter forgot her damn lunch in the car. Where the hell is she.” An ashy blond said staring daggers in to the women’s eyes. “Kacchan, don’t be so rude.” Tch the hero said as the lady told the two couples the school had recess.

Hand in hand as they walked down the open halls of their old middle school they heard laughter and screaming coming from a distance.

“RUN Y/N,RUN.” They heard it loud and clear as they both looked at each other and rushed to see what was going on.

Both pushing from the crowd of people they looked to see three kids running from a chicken. When they saw their daughter she was running and crying.

“USE YOUR QUIRK DUMBASS.” The friend called out.

The hero squinted his eyes. Thinking to himself “tch, know one else is supposed to call her dumbass exempt me.”

Suddenly the chicken stopped running towards the girl and both friends landed on each other right next to the chicken from the sudden stop.

“Get your dirty ass off of me, stupid.” “Well I can’t if you’re on me.” Again, both fighting as usual they felt an angry aura. Standing right in front of the two your eyes turned slowly.

Black covered half of your face as a star like shape formed the corner of your eye. Both scared like little cats running about. You smiled devilishly. “How many times am I going to tell you both to stop the fighting.”

You turned around as you crossed your arms. Both of your parents sweating from the sudden reaction. Even the chicken got scared and had those scared anime reactions. The chicken eventually ran away.

“Y/N , get your ass over here you for got your lunch again.”

Kids looking from a distance whispering and being shocked. You as well was most certainly shocked out of all the kids and teachers. They weren’t supposed to know you were the top hero’s daughter. Of course when you told you're friends they nearly freaked out.

“D-dad, what are you doing here? Shouldn’t you be on your patrol with papa?” You said with a loud but embarrassed tone. The number one hero grabbing the bag from his partner walking up to you. “You forgot your lunch again so we brought it to you. I know we weren’t supposed to show ourselves in front of the school yet but we were worried you wouldn’t have anything for lunch.”

“Yeah Y/N, your parents are being kind to you. Take the lunch.” You turned your head around and glared at them. “Watch it. Just because your my best friend-``''of course we’re your best friends. That’s why we must be good influences on you.” As your friend walked in the back of you and had one hand on your shoulder. Reaching for the lunch bag from your fathers hand she said her thanks and dragged you back to the table.

Just as you were about to sit down and start talking the bell cut you off and you had to go to your next class.

“Bye dad. I’ll see you later.”

Yayy, you’ve reached the end of the story. I hope you all liked this one, it was my first one shot so I tried to add details here and there. My weighting skills aren’t so great so if I see any corrections I’ll be sure to change a bit of what’s wrong.

Also I’m in a writing process of a todobakudeku x daughter reader. It’s hard to come up with one shots and have your own ideas now days but I’ll do my best to be creative.

And also just an FYI if anyone has any great one shot ideas then please comment one I’ll be sure to write a story about it and credit you for the idea.

Due to school reasons I won’t be active as much but I’ll be online during the weekends and when I’m not that busy and also if I have any motivation to continue doing so.

I hope you all had a wonderful day and make sure to follow me on my Instagram accounts. There linked in my bio.

Love you 🤎🧺👒

[damsel-loves-machines]

Being Interested in Donatello’s Tech Would Include

Author’s Note: My dumbass did an oopsie. This part was originally going to be a part of the Girlfriend Headcanons, but this part revolving around his tech was getting way too long for one post, so I decided to make a separate post for it. However, I meant to edit that the original headcanons are suppose to be gender-nuetral now since the female-related points are in this post instead, but I was too tired to notice since I posted it at midnight. I would change it back, but people have already reblogged so I figured, why bother? That’s my bad for readers who prefer non-female centered inserts. I’ll do my best to try to make it more inclusive in the future.

When you saw his lab for the first time, you commented that it reminded you of the Bat Cave.

💜💜INSTANT HEART EYES💜💜

He’s thinking, “Where have you been all my life?” 🥺

He will flex each and every invention he has ever made to you because he will live off of your praise.

His tech-bo? He’ll demonstrate his fighting styles in the training room.

Donatello’s taking it like it’s some kind presentation for a college class, showing it off with a confident smirk and an even tone when he goes into deep description to each tool when going down the list. He adores the face you make when you marvel at the many different cosmetics the over-sized switchblade possessed. He makes a mental note to write schematics down for your own titanium-enhanced weapon in the future.

His battle shell? Gonna show you a whole new world with this.

You know that booster seat Donatello had shown in the first episode that April sat in before they found Mayhem? That’s your designated seat now. He has your name written in it in his neat handwriting and everything. He’ll even show off the spider limbs by carrying your bridal style and climbing with the mechanical limbs 

The turtle tank? Hope you like Drive-In Theater.

The both of you sharing Raph’s centered chair with you cuddled close to the tech-head. Both of your eyes glued to the theater screen while munching on movie snacks and sipping on soda. His metallic spider-like limbs were perfect as cup-holders.

The motorcycles? He’s gonna take you cruising.

Remember that dream sequence in the Purple Jacket episode? It’s basically that. A calm ride on the cycle with you clinging onto him with your arms wrapped around his waist and him revving the engine, both with matching helmets and grins.

S.H.E.L.L.D.O.N.? He’s your son now. I don’t make the rules.

Donatello programmed him to call you ‘Mistress Y/N’ until his brothers somehow managed to reprogram the A.I. turtle behind his back (once again) to call you ‘Mom’. After chasing his brothers with his rocket hammer and fighting down the sheer embarrassment, Donnie didn’t bother with changing it back. The damage was already done.

A part of him liked it, too, but he is taking that secret to the grave.

Donnie does enjoy the fact that you treat and take care of Shell-don like a son just as much as he does. You make sure to keep track of Shell-don’s coolant to be changed thrice daily so that it doesn’t overheat and scratch behind all 8 of his favorite places whenever you have time.

You even decided to freshen Shelldon’s metal coat with polish every once in a while as a treat for working so hard. He dubbed you ‘his favorite parent’. Donnie is only partially offended by that.

You count aiding Donatello with projects as a date. That’s just how it works.

One minute, the two of you are tinkering with an old motorbike. The next, classical music is being blasted from the speakers as Donnie is softly dipping you in a ballroom dance.

Regarding his tech, you’re Donnie’s second in command.

His Babe On Backup.

Y/N:”....I’m B.O.B.?”

Donatello: “To be fair, I came up with the title first and realized the acronym second.”

Y/N: “Did you try to change it?”

Donatello: “I attempted to, but I couldn’t breathe at the moment because I was laughing too hard.”

He produced a new password and protocol that in which if he wasn’t available for whatever reason, a backpack version of his battle shell that can fit your physique, a titanium enhanced weapon, your own set of multi-vision goggles, and Shell-don as assistance.

Remember in ‘The Clothes Don’t Make the Turtle’ when he admits near the end of the episode that he records everything?

You can bet your behind he’s gonna videotape your every move as he watches you kick your opponent’s asses.

Need help? Say no more. He is immediately swooping down, determined to make this a battle couple moment of the century.

[skylights2000]

The Things I Never Said (Fuyuhiko x Reader)

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This is inspired by a game I’m playing right now. It’s called ‘Far From Noise’, and it’s about a person who’s teetering on the edge of a cliff and goes through their thought process as they face this near death experience. I haven’t finished the game yet, so this is really just a story based on the main idea of that game.

I’ve never written anything like this, but I hope you enjoy this story, so let’s get going. 💜

~~~~

So this is it.

The end of everything.

So much for clearing your head.

Soon you wouldn’t even HAVE a head.

You stared out at the horizon that stretched out before you, far beyond the cliff your car was teetering on the edge of.

The world seemed endless from this point of view, like the ocean stretched on forever.

It sparkled and shined under the light of the slowly setting sun.

You wondered what it would look like when you finally fell.

Would it send a shower of sparkling water into the sky?

Would crystal raindrops fall in front of your eyes?

You’d always liked the rain.

There were worse things to see when you died.

Died.

The reality of that death was hanging in front of you.

It was sad really.

Ending on so many regrets.

So many things you never said.

Your phone vibrated from its place in the cup holder.

It was a message from Sonia.

Who said you couldn’t say those things now?

You picked up your phone and hit call.

“Hello?”

“Hey Sonia.”

“Y/n? Where are you?”

“Hah..It’s a long story. Let’s just say I’m stuck somewhere. I’m not sure how long I’ve got, and I have other calls to make, so I’ll make it quick. Sorry I don’t have more time to explain.”

“Hey! Where the fuck are ya?!” Miu yelled in the background, and you smiled.

“Good, Miu is with you too. Can you put it on speaker?”

“Y/n-“

“Just listen, okay?” When they didn’t say anything, you continued. “Thank you both for everything you’ve done for me. Sonia, you helped me learn to be confident. You always knew when I was feeling bad, and you were there to comfort me every time. Miu, you were always there to drag me out of my house when I needed it. You taught me to stand up for myself and not take anybody’s shit. You two are the reason I got out of my shell and learned to take some risks. Thank you for always being there when I needed a push in the right direction. I love you guys.”

“Why’re ya talkin’ like ya ain’t comin’ back?”

“Don’t worry about it.”

You hung up before they could ask any more questions. Next was Kazuichi.

“What’s up?”

You heard talking in the background. “Who’s with you?”

“Hajime and Gundham. Why?”

“Can you put your phone on speaker?”

“Uh yea-“ You heard a click, and two voices came through at the same time, both greeting you.

“Hey guys, sorry for calling so suddenly. I just wanted to say something.”

“What’s wrong?” Hajime asked, and you couldn’t help but smile. He was always the most observant one.

“Don’t worry about it. Just listen for a minute.” You waited a second, and when you were met with silence, you spoke up again. “You guys have been really good friends to me. Kazuichi, you taught me how to fix a flat tire and always cheered me up when I was down. Hajime, you’re an empath, and it really shows. You always knew what I was thinking, and you never stopped caring for me. Gundham, you taught me about the supernatural and reminded me that the past doesn’t define me. I just wanted to say thank you. Thank you for being there for me and for being my friends. I love you guys.”

Your voice was shaking, so you hung up before they could respond.

One last person.

Of course, he always had to be one step ahead.

Your phone lit up, Fuyuhiko’s picture flashing across the screen. You answered the call, and held the phone up to your ear.

“Will you hurry the fuck up an’ let me in?! I’ve been knockin’ on your damn door for almost five minutes!”

“I’m not at home.”

“Huh? Where are you?”

“On the edge of a cliff.”

“What the- Don’t joke about shit like that!”

“I’m not joking. Some drunk guy ran me off the road.”

There was a moment of silence before you heard him yelling to someone, probably Peko.

“Where are you?” He asked quickly.

“I don’t think there’s a point.”

“Where the fuck are you, (Y/n)?!”

You gave him the name of the street you’d been driving on and heard him shout it to Peko.

“Fuyuhiko-“

“Don’t!” He hissed angrily, but there was a hint of desperation in it. “Don’t say my name like you’re never gonna see me again!”

“I might not.”

“Shut up! What kinda dumbass are you?! I’m gonna find you!”

You chuckled breathily. Maybe you were losing it?

“Why the fuck are you laughin’?!”

“You called me that when we met, remember? I ran into you by accident. ‘Watch where you’re goin’, dumbass!’” You quoted his words with a smile.

“You remember that shit?”

“Course I do. It was a pretty memorable meeting.” You chuckled.

“How the fuck are you so calm?”

“I don’t know. I guess it’s cause I finally got to say everything I wanted. Well, almost everything.”

“Whaddya mean ‘almost’?”

“There’s one thing I haven’t gotten to say to you.”

“Well fuckin’ say it, then.”

You looked out at the pink sky, beautiful and bright.

“...You’re a good guy. Despite what you think sometimes, there are people that care about you and want to be around you just because they like you. Not everyone wants something from you. They’re not all using you for their benefit. Underneath the whole Ultimate Yakuza thing, you’re a big sweetheart. You care for the people close to you, and you’d do anything to protect them.”

“He-Hey! Don’t say such sappy shi-“

“You’re a hypocrite though. You always insist that I shouldn’t be around you, that it’s dangerous, and I could get hurt, but you come to my house, and you cheer me up, and you’re always there when I’m in trouble. You’re the biggest hypocrite I’ve ever met because you constantly tell me not to care about you, but you come around and make me laugh and tell me about your life and your family. You come to me after your missions when you’re injured and tired, and I always take care of you, and you stay at my house, and we watch movies until we fall asleep. You nag me to dress warm when it’s cold and yell at me when I work too much at one time. You’ve met my mother, and she loves you, and you know more about me than anyone else. You come around and tell me not to care, but you make me care so much because you’re just so..so you! You’re you, and I’m me, and I care, and I can’t stop caring because I don’t know how, and I don’t want to! I want to care! I want to love you, and I do!” You rushed all the words out and sucked in a breath when you were finished.

“I..love you. I love you so much that I smile when I think of you, my heart beats too fast when you smile, I worry constantly when you’re on a mission, and I wanna cry from relief when you get back. I love you, Fuyuhiko.”

There was a long moment of complete silence before “Fuck, why say that now?! Why wait until you might die to tell me that?!” His voice cracked, and you winced when you realized he was crying. “You’re an idiot! An absolute fuckin’ idiot, an’ I swear to god if you die, I’ll hunt down your ghost and kick your ass, (Y/n)!” He breathed in shakily. “So live goddammit.” He pleaded, and your heart felt like it was being squeezed to death.

“I’ll do my best..” You murmured in response.

Your phone beeped, and static crackled in your ear.

“Fuyuhiko?”

More static met you in response, and you sighed when the automated voice told you the call had been disconnected.

You tried the ignition one more time, but the engine only sputtered before going dead again.

“Hurry up guys..” You mumbled nervously.

~

The 20 minutes that followed felt like the longest of your life. You were exhausted but too nervous to fall asleep.

You were clinging to a single thread of hope, but as the sun set and night began to fall, that thread began to wear thin.

Just as it was ready to snap, light flooded through the back windshield, followed by several screams of your name. You leaned your head out the window as best as you could without leaning forward to far.

“I’m in here!” You called.

You were surprised to see not just Fuyuhiko and Peko, but also everyone else too. Directions were being shouted as half of them leaned on the back of the car, and the other half reached for you. Hands caught your arms, your waist, your legs, anything they could reach, and pulled. You squeezed your eyes shut and jumped, trusting them to catch you. They pulled even harder, all of you falling into a pile on solid ground.

It took literally all of you, but you even managed to pull you car off the edge too. As soon as that was done though, they all engulfed you in a huge hug.

You were still buzzing off adrenaline, barely managing to process their tearful happiness that you were safe.

Suddenly, everyone started leaving, all awkwardly claiming they had somewhere to be. Even Peko gave you a quick hug and said goodbye.

In a flash, they were gone, piling into cars that disappeared down the street.

“What the hell were you thinkin’?!”

Despite his angry outburst, Fuyuhiko wrapped you up in the tightest hug you’d ever received. “I can’t..breathe..” You choked out.

“Too bad.” He grumbled angrily, but he still loosened his grip.

You curled your arms around him with a soft sigh. “I’m sorry.”

“Huh?”

“For worrying you...and for what I said.”

“Why the hell’re you apologizin’ for that?”

“I mean, I get that you probably don’t feel that way for me. If you want, you can just forget abo-“

“No.” He stated bluntly, the scowl on his face contrasted greatly by the blush slowly creeping across his cheeks. “I’m not gonna forget it, and you aren’t either.”

“But-“

“I..” He looked away from you, that blush spreading all the way to the tips of his ears. “I-I love you too.”

You couldn’t do anything but just gape at him, shock branded across your face.

The longer you stared silently at him, the more nervous he felt. Hell, he didn’t even get nervous on potentially deadly missions, so how the fuck can one person make him feel like a nervous wreck?!

“Stop standin’ there an’ fuckin’ do somethin’!” He snapped, knocking you out of your disbelieving thoughts.

“I’m not dreaming?”

“No, you’re not fuckin’ dreamin’.” He grumbled. “This is re-“

You grabbed the collar of his shirt and pulled him into a kiss. His stuttered words were muffled against your mouth.

This was real.

You smiled against his lips as you kissed him again. You ran your fingers up the nape of his neck and into his short hair. You held him close, like he would disappear if you let go, and eventually he kissed you back, his arms tightening around you.

You pulled away after several minutes and just grinned, your face just as flushed as his.

“I love you.” You repeated your earlier words breathlessly.

He nudged you away, straightening his tie embarrassedly, but even in the dark, there was no mistaking the smile on his own face.

“I love you too, loser.”

[itstittycitybaby]

What is Lost is Once Found Again (Lin Beifong x fem! reader)

 A/N: this is the angst fic and i have finished editing it. been feeling down lately because of some things so whens a better time to write something angsty? also reader is a firebender bc i feel like firebenders do not get enough love. enjoy yall. 

warnings: angst, emotional/physical abuse, one homophobic slur.

You saw how happy they were. They couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. The bouquet of flowers fell from your hands. Its petals falling like the pieces of your heart that shattered. Though, this was your fault wasn’t it? You had introduced them after all and they hit it off. The rest was history. She laughed; Tenzin had made her laugh. Your vision became blurry from the tears in your eyes. You wanted to scream. You had been too late. Lin looked over and waved at you. There was a grin on her face, something you never really saw from her. You swallowed the cry that threatened to claw its way out. The urge to vomit was strong. You waved back weakly. Their attention turned from you and back to them. The fresh wild flowers you had picked for her were now damaged. It didn’t matter anymore. She looked so happy standing next to him. Lin’s green eyes looked a bit soft as she noticed the bouquet. It was a rare sight to see her so happy. Her voice sounded blurry and muddled. It felt like you were watching a movie play out on the big screen of a theatre. Tenzin looked concerned at your state of being. Here you were standing in front of them but you seemed gone. Lin’s voice snapped you out of your daze. 

Her strong features pulled in concern as she called your name softly. “Are you alright?” No, you weren’t. You couldn’t tell Lin how much it hurt to see how happy she was with Tenzin. You couldn’t confess your feelings that you’ve been harboring for a while. Tenzin was your best friend and you didn’t want to ruin how joyful he was. If he knew he’d step aside and let you have her. He’d swallow it all down just for you. Blinking, your lips quivered. “I-I was just going to visit my father’s grave,” you lied. Their faces dropped; they knew how important your father had been to you. “Is that what you were going to give him,” Tenzin asked gently, head motioning to the now ruined flowers on the gravel. At that moment you hated Tenzin. He was so soft and kind that you felt guilty about falling in love with his girlfriend. You nodded, “Doesn’t matter anyways. I-I gotta go...see you later.” They tried to stop you; they called after you but you ignored them. She was gone now. You were too late. They were so enamored with each other now it didn’t matter anymore. The ache in your heart was deep. You felt anchored in the cold icy waters of the ocean but you couldn’t reach out. Cement blocks held your feet every time as you dragged through the sand. The ache in your bones became numb with the cold and every time you screamed you’d choke on the water. He makes her happy, you told yourself. I was too late.

Neither of them really talked to you anymore. It was expected, though. They were a new couple in the honeymoon phase. That’s how your mother put it, the alcohol in her system making her words slur and her movements clumsy. Your father’s anniversary of his death had passed a couple days ago and your mom became even more depressed. You fought the urge to scorch the walls that night when she spat her venomous words towards you. They were a sharp blade but you didn’t care. It would sink its blades into your skin and blood would rise. Eventually, it all became numb. Her sharp hilt of words became numb once more. “It’s your fault he’s dead. It’s your fault he’s gone.” The words stung but she was right. Your father’s death was your fault. “You know,” Tenzin started, his legs swinging off the steps of your porch. “My family will always welcome you.” It was cold that night. The freezing air bit your fingers and the wind whipped your clothes around. Tenzin had come to check up on you. He always did every anniversary. “I know,” you said softly. “I know.”

“No wonder she doesn’t talk to you anymore. A handsome and kind man sweeps Lin off of her feet. I’d do the same.” Your mother was sober this morning. She was back to her usual jabs but the eggs in front of you helped drown her out. You clenched your fork tightly, your knuckles turned white. “Too bad you couldn’t get him first.” You slammed your fist down on the counter. Flames flickered in your hands. Its tongues threatened to burn the counter you sat at. Your mother whipped around, eyes growing wide at your burning hands. You could feel how scared she was. She didn’t bother you anymore that day.

Dammit Tenzin! Lin’s room was warm compared to your frozen house. You always envied her for it but not tonight. You held her tight as she vented about her boyfriend. Well, now ex boyfriend. The thought made you scoff. Pema was a sweet girl but she was selfish. Incredibly selfish. “Am I just unloveable?” You snapped out of your thoughts. Lin didn’t shed any tears but her voice sounded so broken. “No Lin no,” you said softly, rubbing her shoulder supportively. “Tenzin’s just a dumbass. Pema is selfish and wanted to break two people’s happiness. Tenzin was stupid to got for it. You are loveable Lin.” I love you. Lin swallowed thickly; you could see her fighting the tears. “It’s stupid to cry over.” “No,” you exclaimed, pulling her into your chest. “It’s something perfectly justified to cry over! If you wanna cry you should, it’s good to cry.” “Heh. Thanks.”

 You smiled softly. The moon shone on her pale features beautifully through her bedroom window. You had snuck out that night but your mom had drunk herself to sleep. You couldn’t help but think how selfish Pema was to break two people apart. While you had kept your mouth shut and swallowed the hurt, she paraded around with Tenzin. Lin’s bedroom window was open after she helped you in. You felt guilty about throwing a small rock near her window. But, when you heard Tenzin had broken up with her from some gossip in town, you made haste to Lin. The box of fudge from the bakery you had bought for her was almost empty from eating both of your feelings. “Please don’t hurt him,” Lin said softly in your arms. Her eyes were heavy and her breathing was more shallow. “I’ll try not to,” you joked. She laughed. For the first time that night she laughed and your heart swelled at the thought. “Night Lin,” you whispered, setting her gently onto the bed. She snored softly, causing your heart to swell. You kissed her head and ventured home. 

You swung your feet from Lin’s bathroom counter. Tenzin and Lin hadn’t talked in a little over a year. Being your best friend the two of you talked and you gave clipped answers when he’d ask about her. Anytime you saw Pema you felt the rage and felt flames in your palms threatening to burst. You had yelled at him for an hour about how stupid and selfish he was. Aang had to come outside and see what all the ruckus was about. “Fuck,” you said tightly. You came back to the present from the stinging pain of the rubbing alcohol. “Sorry,” Lin muttered. For being such a hardass she was gentle when she needed to be. The cotton ball was soft on your temple, giving you some relief. At least the nosebleed stopped, but your eye was beginning to swell. “She can’t be doing this to you anymore,” she said softly, her brows worrying. For being nineteen, Lin  looked pretty mature. Though, she had always been more stern and responsible even as a kid. 

“It’s fine,” you muttered, brushing it off. You winced at the alcohol again. “No it’s not,” she replied sternly. You could see her green eyes flare up but there was concern and worry underneath it. “If you need somewhere to stay you can stay with me. I don’t want you to have to go through this anymore.” You didn’t interrupt her rant. Interrupting Lin is the equivalent to poking a grumpy old bear/ “What happened this time?” You sighed. You really didn’t want to have this conversation. Lin was open minded about certain things but you weren’t sure about being attracted to the same gender. It was still something you yourself were coming to terms with. Your mother had found out and the glass bottle shattered on the wall. It was meant for your head. “Just her being her usual self. Getting mad at something,” you clipped. Lin could tell you weren’t telling the whole story but she let it drop, thankfully. “All done,” she said. “Thanks.” She nodded in reply. “Do you need to stay here tonight?” “I don’t wanna intrude. I can stay at Kiki’s.” Kiki’s was the bakery you had bought the box of fudge for Lin when Tenzin broke up with her. The owner was always kind to you and knew about your struggles. He was warm hearted and offered you a place to crash from time to time. He reminded you of your father. Lin shook her head. “You’re staying here tonight. Besides, I just got this place and I want to spend time with you.” Your heart warmed at her words. An unrequited crush, two years strong. How sad. Your mother’s words rang in your ears. “How could she ever love a fag like you?” 

It was raining that morning. Kiki’s had hired you as a baker and offered you the room upstairs. Even though firebenders were known to be ambitious, passionate, and more aggressive than others, you had no drive or ambition. You didn’t know what you wanted in life but baking was something you were passionate about. “I’m gonna be out,” you shouted over your shoulder. “Alright be safe,” Maro, the store owner, called out from the back. Swinging your satchel over your shoulder you grabbed the box of leftover donuts for Lin. You balanced the two coffee cups on the box and swiftly left the place. Your bright blue bicycle rested on the side of the bakery. As you mounted your bike you smiled, excited to see Lin today. The two coffee cups sat in the cup holders on the sides of the basket while the donuts sat safely in the basket.The wind whipped through your hair and the rain drizzled lightly. The rain was light but you peddled quickly so the food wouldn’t be ruined. Lin’s wasn’t too far Kiki’s either. It felt freeing to be peddling down the hills; your worries flew away with the sweeping wind. Her apartment came into view. The thought of seeing her made you peddle faster. You placed your bike on the side of the building and pounded up the stairs. You held the box of donuts tightly in your hands, shielding it from the now pouring rain. Your heart quickened as you reached her front door. You had left Kiki’s at eight so she had to be up by now. You knocked on her door. Faintly, you could hear her footsteps. Lin greeted you with a blanket on her shoulders and a white tank top under it. Black sweats hugged her body nicely. The dark circles under her eyes were prominent in the bright gray morning. “What a surprise,” she said, the corners over her lips tugging upwards. You chuckled, “Had some leftovers and decided to visit. It’s been a while.” Her eyes lightened up at the sight of coffee and the delicious pastries. Lin held the door for you as you balanced the goodies and stepped into her apartment.

“Talked to Tenzin finally.” You almost choked on the sprinkled donut you were eating. Lin held her coffee cup in her hands as she glanced down at her kitchen counter. Her plain glazed donut sat on a napkin untouched. You gulped your food down. “That’s..great. What’d he say?” Lin chuckled at your answer. “He apologized, actually.” She sipped her black coffee. “Oh…” you trailed off. You weren’t sure how to respond. He had broken up with her three years ago and now apologized? “I don’t feel anything about it anymore. I was surprised, honestly.” You hummed, sipping your hot chocolate. “Took him long enough.” Lin snorted, “It did. I just can’t help but wonder...why.” You shot a confused glance her way, digging into the box for another sweet. A chocolate donut, this time. You missed the smile Lin had as she saw your childlike wonder and excitement about something so small as a pastry. “No one seems to have any interest in me anymore. Can’t help but wonder if I’m going to die alone,” she joked, taking another sip of her drink. You could hear a bit of sadness in her voice though. Passion bubbled in your chest and before you could think better you opened your mouth. “You’re not gonna die alone Lin. You’re sweet and kind and compassionate. You care about the people you love and are fiercely loyal. You’re intelligent and observant and also snarky. You’re just so….perfect!” The creeping anxiety surged when the answer you met with was silence. Muffled laughter escaped Lin’s lips as she tried to keep a straight face. It was rare; her body shook and the giggles turned into laughter. It rang in your ears and your heart swelled at the perfect sound. Before you could stop yourself, you kissed her.Her lips tasted like coffee and mint. She smelt like earth, paper, and leather. Her lips were soft and plush. Your eyes widened and immediately you pulled back. “I-I’m so s-sorry I-,” you sputtered, scurrying away from her. Lin just stared. There was no expression on her face as she looked at you. You felt tears run down your cheeks before you had a chance to stop them. A heavy lump sat in your throat and you dashed to get your bag. You left without another word, slamming Lin’s door behind you. She didn’t even try to stop you. 

“I’m a fucking idiot,” you sobbed, the rain pouring, soaking you to the bone. You peddled faster, sobs unleashing from your throat. The road was hard to see from the rain and your blurry vision. You didn’t care, if something or someone hit you you would accept your fate. Hell, that would be a good one. Better than losing Lin for good. Once you wheeled your bike to it’s spot you dashed into Kiki’s. Customers sat at tables leaving the workers distracted so you bolted upstairs. You didn’t feel like having Maro interrogate your crying right now. As much as you loved the big jolly man, you couldn’t let him see you like this. You changed out of your wet clothes and threw on something comfortable. For the rest of the day you let your blankets embrace you and cried your heart out. Eventually, you drifted off to sleep.

It was five pm once you woke up again. The memory of kissing Lin and acting so stupid made you curse. Tears threatened to spill again and you trembled. A soft knock snapped you out of your thoughts. “Come in,” you croaked. Maro opened the door poking his head in. “Are you alright?” The dam broke loose. Instantly you were a sobbing mess again. The man who was almost like your father closed the door quickly and held you in his arms. “What happened,” he cooed, rocking you back and forth. You told him everything;about your mother, your father, and Lin. After you were finished he kissed the top of your head. “Give her some time. She’ll come around with an answer for you soon. She’d be lucky to have you.” “Thanks Maro,” you sniffled, wiping your eyes. A few moments of silence stretched. You didn’t believe his words, something told you that you pushed Lin away for good.“I think I’m gonna have to leave.” The giant man beneath you squawked. “I need to learn how to control my firebending still. I’ve shut it away for so long, I think it’s time now.” Maro sighed, “I knew this day would come. You’re sure of it? What if Lin comes for you?” You shook your head. “I don’t think she will Maro.” “Alright. When you come back, you have a home here at Kiki’s. Y’know that right?” “I-I know. Thank you Maro.”

The next morning Maro and his brother waved you off. Maro cried as he gave you one last hug and a box of sweets for the go. You felt tears well up in your eyes as you said goodbye to your only family. “T-thank you Maro for everything. I never deserved your kindness.” “Yes you do, you’re family. You’re my daughter,” Maro blubbered. Even Maro’s brother who was a stone faced man had tears in his eyes You smiled. Your lips quivered and tears streamed down your face. “I love you guys,” you choked out. “I-I’ll be back soon I promise.” With one last goodbye you made your way to Tenzin and his family for a farewell.Tenzin was sad to see you go but he understood. Some journeys were meant to be traveled alone. Aang wished you the best of your travels and sent a wool cloak with you. It was soft and the warmest thing you ever owned. Pema was there, and you were civil with her, but after what she had done to Lin you didn’t see her the same. Tenzin had given you an amulet he was keeping for you and it hung around your neck proudly. You hurried to the docks of Republic City. Missing the boat would certainly add to your already dampened spirits. As you swept through the streets you couldn’t help but think of Lin. The wounds were still fresh but you trudged on. Like a coward, you ran.

Your room was barren and cold. ‘Had it always been this cold,’ Lin thought. The baker, Maro, looked sad today. It was unusual for he was joyful and warm. But today his flame had been blown at, the smoke curling around his heart. Lin was paralyzed when you had kissed her. She couldn’t move until it was too late. A white envelope sat on your desk. Lin. She ran to the desk and ripped it open. As she read it, her eyes widened and her eyes felt watery. Dammit. She was too late. Lin flung the letter on the floor and bolted to the docks. The white parchment paper sifted through the air gracefully until it fell on the ground.

Lin,

I’m sorry. I did what must be done.

 Goodbye,

xx

“No!” Lin cried out as the boat sailed away from view. Tears spilled from her cheeks and her teeth clenched. Her fists were balled tightly and her face twisted in anguish. You were gone, forever. She stood on the busy docs;people went around her throwing dirty looks her way. She didn’t care. They went around her mumbling under their breaths. She had been too late. “Line five, ship is boarding, line five, ship is boarding,” the guy called out. Lin perked up. Were you still here? Quickly, she scanned the line. Her heart stopped. She recognized the familiar body and the wool cloak shrouded protectively across their shoulders. Lin bounded over to you. Her hand grabbed your wrist tightly and she pulled you out of the line. “Hey-” your eyes widened as you saw her. “Lin? What are you-” “You’re an idiot you know that?” You gulped. You didn’t think Lin would talk to you anymore but her anger wasn’t unexpected. “I-I’m sorry,” you said softly, averting her intense gaze. “I-I wasn’t thinking clearly and I admit that. But if you’ve come here to ridicule me-” Lin smashed your lips with hers. A muffled squeak in surprise left you but you melted into her touch. Lin’s hands held your face tightly and her chest brushed up against yours. You sighed into the kiss allowing her tongue to enter your mouth and gently sucking on yours. She pulled away;both of you out of breath. Your cheeks heated up at the realization that the love of your life liked you back. “How long have you loved me,” Lin asked softly. Her eyes shone with fondness as she looked at you. “You know when you started dating Tenzin?” She nodded. “I was gonna confess to you then.” Lin’s eyes widened in shock. “Why didn’t you tell me?” You smiled sadly, “You looked so happy. I didn’t want to ruin that.” Lin kissed you again. Her hands held your waist in a tight grip and she bent you lower. You giggled, grabbing her face for support. There were tears in her eyes as she looked at you. You felt your eyes start to water and you laughed softly. “I love you,” Lin whispered, tears threatening to spill. “Don’t you ever leave me again.” You smiled, you were crying again but these were happy tears instead. Gently, she wiped the spilling tears from your cheeks with her thumbs. They felt a bit rough but you couldn’t complain. You nodded, swallowing thickly. “I love you too Lin.”

[soulwillower]

heat waves • stanley uris

(stanley uris x reader smut)  

requested: stanley uris fic where he plays baseball and she plays softball please? best friends to lovers if you can! (bonus for borrowing each other's clothes) 

warnings: softball player! reader, swearing, smut at the end sorry, oral (male receiving), fluff mostly though, i promise, unedited as fuck i wrote this all in the last few hours LOL

i hope u dont mind i added smut at the end

(this was inspired partly by the song heat waves by glass animals but just a bit idk) 

[losers + reader are 18+.]

3.2k words i think

♡

it was hot.

in fact it was boiling fucking hot, in stan's opinion, and despite loving nearly everything about summer, the heat was the absolute worst of those characteristics by far. 

he sighs as he flies down the backroads, away from the baseball fields and towards his house. he's pushing his curls back from his face and groaning as he feels sweat beads on his forehead, his eyes catching the dying sunlight and making him itch to wash his hands.

it's june, and there's a deep heatwave that hit derry that's caused all the a/c units at the store richie works at to disappear from the shelves, the public pool that bill and eddie work at the become overcrowded with kids and families escaping the heat, and the baseball fields to be extremely blistering as mike, stan, and you had to stand under the sun all day the last two days.

his lips twitch up faintly at the thought of earlier today, when he'd had a ten minute break and had ran over in his spikes with mike to catch an inning of the softball game on the fields adjacent to theirs. 

the only reason they'd gone was to see you play, of course - and to your embarrassment, they'd caught right when you'd stepped to the plate and had hollered "yeah, baby! y/n/n!" loud enough to make everybody in the stands' head turn and embarrassing enough to make you giggle as you waited for the pitch. 

you'd hit a double then, which had also scored in two runs and stan had seen your smile as you stood out at second base, breathing hard and brushing the dirt off your pants. and when he'd waved to you, you waved back with so much pride and excitement that he'd felt his heart skip a beat.

he smiles to himself as he turns the corner into his neighborhood, squinting slightly as the air moves in squiggles feet above the pavement. he swears with a shake of his head - he fucking hates the heat, but the double edged sword of baseball season in the summer makes it worth it. 

his phone buzzes from where it's placed in his cup holder and he grabs it, smiling at the y/n y/l/n !!!!! that pops up at the top. he rolls his eyes as he answers, remembering the time when you'd called him a psychopath for having your full name in his phone contact, claiming you knew for a fact he somehow didn't know any other y/n's, so you’d added the exclamation points ‘just for flare.’ 

he answers, "hey, how was the last game?" he asks as he pulls into his driveway. "we lost." you grumble and he hums as he pulls himself out of the car, leaving his bat bag in the trunk since he's got practice tomorrow. "i'm sorry to hear that. d'you want to come over?" he asks casually as he makes his way inside and sighs at the relief of the air conditioning. "yes, yeah. i do." you say and stan smiles down to the ground at your goofiness. as he enters the kitchen he realizes his parents are out, so he asks, "can you bring food?"

you sigh and he can imagine your grin as you say, "god, the shit i do for you, uris. why can't we go together?" you whine. he snorts, "but i have to shower." he tries to reason, but you retort, "i just spend thirteen hours in the heat too, stan, i need to shower as well."

he smiles, walking up the stairs towards his room. "alright, alright. we can go together, just come over and you can shower here."

"did i mention i love you?" you sigh, almost dreamily. stan stops in his tracks, heart stopping and mouth going dry but still grinning as he hears his name yelled by a voice in the background of your line and you hiss back a muffled, "shut up!"

his face is red as he mutters, "yeah, yeah. love you too, y/n/n. i'll see you soon."

your voice echoes in his head as he stares at the tiles of his shower the entire time he's showering. did i mention i love you? as the ice cold water cascades over his sore muscles, relaxing him and breathing energy back into his tired body, he can't get you out of his head. 

your voice, your hair, the way you have so much confidence on the field and yet are the sweetest and funniest person he's every met. as his mind wanders, he thanks god that his shower is freezing and he groans, trying to stop imagining his best friend while he's in the shower.

did i mention i love you?

he steps out soon after that, feeling like a bit of a creep. as he ruffles his towel-dry hair, he hears his front door open. opening the door to the bathroom, he's suddenly facing you, clad in your dirty uniform, your visor still on your head and a tired but happy smile on your face. "where's donny and andrea?" you ask and stan shrugs, chuckling a bit at your dumb nickname for his father, "think they had some meeting and went out after." he's not really focused though, because he's aware that he is standing with only a red towel hanging low on his hips as you stand in front of him, your cheeks red and eyes wide, bouncing around him and avoiding eye contact, flustered as you clear your throat.

did i mention i love you?

he grabs his dirty uniform to sweep into the laundry and gets you a fresh towel, gathering clothes for you to change into before residing to his own bedroom. the shower turns on right as he pulls on his shirt and flops back onto his mattress.

he can't get you off his mind, which isn't necessarily a new development, but ever since the heat wave, his mind has been stuck in a loop that's never ending. y/n, baseball, y/n, baseball, y/n, y/n, y/n....

did i mention i love you?

it's hot in his room and he stares at the patterns in his ceiling, lifting a brow as the spots morph in and out of shapes and suddenly it's back to you, your angelic face in his vision and he almost groans. he loves you way too much, he thinks. 

he knows every single feature about you; enough so that your face, beautiful and clear as always, appears in his vision and he's fucked because he knows he’s still be able to remember where every feature, mark or blemish on your face is, even when you're not with him.

even though he knows that your relationship is just platonic, he still finds himself imagining his lips exploring the expanse of your neck and he yearns to touch every part of you, to be touched by you. he can't get you out of his mind.

the shower shuts off so he sits up and rubs his eyes - the danger and power the you have over him almost makes him laugh, especially because if you knew half the things he thought about you, you'd probably kill him.

he's smiling dumbly, thinking about the time you and bill got caught sneaking onto the derry golf course and made richie and stan pick you two up, right as you pad into his room.

"i look like a dumbass, stan!" you groan, lifting your arms as you spin a bit, and he almost dies. he has to shake his head to avoid you seeing his blush because you're standing in front of him, wearing his baseball team practice shirt that has his last name on it and his gym shorts, cinched at the waist to keep them on you and neither things fit you very well but he thinks he's going to lose it because his heart feels so warm. 

your hair is wet and making the shirt totally wet where the ends of the strands touch, your skin bright from washing off the eyeblack you'd worn all day. he's so lost in the image of you that you have to repeat yourself.

"stan! stop looking at me, oh my god i want to die." you shove your face into your hands and laugh. he shakes his head rid of his stupor and stands from his bed, laying a hand on your shoulder. "you look incredible right now, y/n. let's go, i'm hungry."

he grabs the hoodie he'd insisted you order for him early last year - with your club team's logo on it and a big, white #2 and your last name on the back. he knows it's too hot to actually wear it, but he's going to take it because you always get cold under his car's a/c.

he's not always the best at approaching you in a way that is comforting, but you beam at him as you follow him out towards his car. you're both walking slowly through the hot nighttime air, half because the air is so thick it feels like you're wading, but half from the exhausting day you'd both had. 

every muscle in stan's body aches as he pulls himself into the driver's seat, making sure everything was straight and in place. he doesn't even blush when he turns the key twice before starting the ignition, knowing that you don't mind and even show affection towards his compulsions after all this time. his heart thumps at the thought.

"where to?" you yawn as you ask and he can feel your eyes on him as he's leaning back, backing his car out of the driveway. he flushes once again under your beautiful gaze.

stan then finds himself in the back of his trunk at the quarry, the windows still up because you insisted it'd be too hot with the door open. he'd listened to you because you're you - but if it had been bill, or eddie, or ben, or mike or bev or especially richie he would have groaned and complained about how bad it was for his battery to keep the a/c running.

but it was you, so he did it with a smile on his face and a thump in his heart. you're sitting with your knees touching, stomachs full of fries, burgers, and vanilla milkshakes.

you're still working on your milkshake, spooning it into your mouth slowly as you tell stan a story about your day. "-and she slid under the tag - no, don't look at me like that, she was under it! - and the fucking ump called her out." you grumble, glaring into your milkshake. stan just grins, taking in your natural hair and how it's framing your face, the way your legs gleam in the moonlight and showcase the random bruises you have from taking pitches to the legs.

he forgets to respond and you look up at him, lifting a brow. "oh, yeah, i got a few bruises." you mutter, examining your leg yourself. you perk up, "look at this one! it's got stitch marks!" you say enthusiastically, pulling your bare thigh up so it's across stan's lap, scooting closer to him. he gulps, the proximity of you to him making it hard to focus as you run your fingers over the skin.

"shit." he mutters, hingers falling to touch the purple skin that was blossoming in a faint circle, red and purple stitch marks from the softball etching their way onto your skin. "that must've stung." he adds, eyes glued to your bare leg. you hum in agreement and suddenly your eyes are meeting his and he can't breathe at all.

you're closer than he'd expected as you straighten up, leg falling flat against his lap as you stare deep into each other's eyes. yours are swimming with wonder as you watch him, and he almost jumps when your hand lands on his shoulder. "what're you thinking? you're in your head a lot tonight, stan." you say gently, with all the care in the world and he doesn't really feel the usual twinge of guilt he feels for being more reserved than usual - instead he just feels like he may explode if he doesn't just tell you.

"y/n." he says it so quietly that all he can hear is the first part of your name. "uh-i... uh, maybe it's the heat wave, but..." he shakes his head, knowing that excuse with not work. you're too smart to believe a fib that simple. he sighs.

"no. no, i just- sometimes all that i think about is you." he says, his hand falling to rub over your bare thigh. he feels your muscles tense under his palm and he searches your eyes, his stomach tying itself into knots of anxiety as he waits patiently.

"what-what do you mean?" you ask softly, eyes flickering between his and he bites his lips, looking out to the quarry quickly before looking at you. he thinks about the days you've spent together with the others down at the water, all the drunken nights where you find your way to the clubhouse you'd all built in middle school.

he thinks about how you always, always make it to his games when you're not also playing; how you always sit at the far top right of the bleachers and scream his name loud enough that he can hear you even when he's way out in center field, how you always wear his away uniform jersey and give it back to him with a hug after the games. he thinks about all the hours the two of you have spent together at derry's batting cages, competitively keeping tallies of how many line drives you can each hit.

"stan?" you ask again softly, biting your lip. "i think about you too." you tell him, and he shakes his head, knowing that you aren't totally understanding him (but that's definitely not your fault).

"i think i love you."

he says it louder than intended, and it slices through the midnight air in a way that makes the world stagnant. he swears, even the frogs stop croaking, the cicadas stop buzzing, the wind stops blowing through the leaves in the forest.

"like... like you love me?" you ask, your leg still across his lap, hand still on his shoulder reassuring him that you at least weren't completely disgusted by his admission.

"like i'm in love with you." he reiterates, looking straight into your apprehensive eyes as he says it. it takes barely a split second before you're smiling at him in a grin that knocks the wind right out of stan's chest again. 

"what made you decide that?" you ask with a huge, breathtakingly sweet smile as your hands slide to hold his neck. he huffs a laugh, unsure still, "dunno. lots of things - everything about you, really." he mumbles, feeling slightly stupid but still incredibly giddy as you lean closer.

"well i'm in love with you, stan." you say, lips ghosting over his. he grins, the feeling of you so close to him making his fingers tingle as one hand stays on your thigh, the other falling to your hip.

he can't speak, so instead he closes the gap. your lips are warm against him - your whole body is - as you come to life, kissing him like you've been doing it your whole life. you whimper lightly and it makes him sigh with pleasure, tilting his head to deepen the kiss, tasting the vanilla of your milkshake on your tongue.

slowly, you slide onto his lap and his hands move up your back, pulling you impossibly closer to him, his tongue swiping against your plush lips. you're straddling him, cupping his jaw with both hands as you accept his tongue, yours caressing his sweetly and he wonders why you haven't been doing this your whole life.

he pushes against you, pulling you closer to him as you pull back for breath. "i've wanted to do that for so long." you mutter lowly as his lips immediately attach to the soft expanse of your skin, his fingers tickling down your bare thighs. he grins as he feels goosebumps form under his palms, biting down and sucking the soft skin on your throat, eliciting a moan from you. 

he pulls back a bit, "me too." he says, lips peppering kisses all the way up to your lips and catching them again, your hand sliding into his har and tugging on the strands.

you slowly grind against him and he groans at the feeling of you around him, the pleasure making his mind fuzzy as all he can think about it you. 

and then he’s dying because you’re trailing a hand down to palm him through his pants and all he can do is groan a bit against your chest and look at you because holy shit.

 you slide off his lap and down on to your knees in the small space between his legs, watching him with those beautiful doe eyes as you slide down his shorts slowly. 

he’s watching, lip caught between his teeth as you pull him free from where he strains against his boxers, licking your lips and pumping his base a few times. he grunts as your hand moves, the feeling making him twitch in pleasure. his cock is dripping precum and you slowly reach your tongue out, swirling around his tip. he lets out a dejected moan and grips your shoulders as you slowly take him into your mouth, wet and warm and perfect.”good girl.” he mutters quietly through his bliss and he notices how you flush under the praise, your tongue flattening as you take him further in. 

 as you bob your head down and try to take as much of him as you can, you look up through your lashes to watch him, the eye contact making his legs weak.

 his lips are parted, watching as you suck him off as his hips twitch, hands playing with your hair through his pleasure. "fuck, y/n..." he moans as you start to bob your head quicker, lifting one of your hands to grab his own. he lets you guide his hand to the back of your head and you gently put pressure on it.

he thinks he might faint as he realizes what you want. slowly, he pushes you further down on his cock and he gasps at the tight feeling of you gagging around him. 

 he groans, “you like that, hm?” quietly as you whimper around his cock, the vibrations nearing him to his high. “holy shit.” he mutters to himself as he moves your head, the lewd noises of his cock in your mouth and his moans filling up the car. 

you take him as far into your mouth as you can and he feels you try to relax as he gently pushes you further down on his cock until he hits the back of your throat. you moan, the vibrations pushing him to the edge as his hips buck up slightly.

you choke and pull off of him, catching your breath as you make eye contact, “being so good for me.” he mutters, his eyes glazed over as he watches you pump him. you smile, cheeks pink from the praise and he almost swoons with how fucking perfect you look. 

he lets out a low moan at your warm mouth taking him in, bobbing up and down. his hands push you down onto him again and he holds you there while he gently thrusts up, your hands on his thighs. he tilts his head back, eyes squeezing shut in pure bliss. 

its only a few seconds and he barely gets out a, "fuck, y/n, i'm gonna-" before he's spilling into your mouth. to his surprise, you moan around him and slowly lick him up and swallow, looking up at him with a tired smile.

“holy shit.” he says yet again, staring at you as you pull his shorts back up and bite your lip. he pulls you into a kiss and he can taste himself on your lips, making his stomach flip. 

"date me." he says quickly as he pulls back, his cheeks flushed from the taste of you on his tongue and the post-orgasmic bliss. you pull back, grinning. "well you don't have to be so polite about it." your voice sounds fucked-out and kind of raw and he’s certainly a dead man. 

he chuckles, rolling his eyes at your sarcastic tone. he loves you so fucking much.  "fine. y/n, please be my girlfriend. i want to be your boyfriend, i want us to date. please, will you go out with me?" his voice is dead-pan, but he's serious about it, and you can tell by his boyish grin.

you laugh, shaking your head. "god, was that so hard?" you ask, your hands rubbing over his chest, where his muscles tense in soreness. he then realizes you're still straddling him and how fucking sore you must be. he pulls you closer.

and then you pull him in for another kiss, both of your teeth clashing slightly from your grins. you didn't even explicitly say yes, stan wants to say, but instead he mutters, "did i mention i love you?"

you smile, cheeks red. “you might have mentioned it.” you say bashfully. he grins, kissing your cheek sweetly, hand running up your thigh slowly. “can i taste you, babylove?” he mumbles against your skin and he feels you shiver as you let out a quiet moan. 

you grin, kissing him on the lips, “why dont we go back to your place...can i stay the night?” you ask, cheeks aflame as you look at him. “i want to take our time.” you add. 

it’s the cutest thing he’s ever seen and he nods, grinning at you. “fuck- yes, yes you can. of course.” he says, smiling at you. you kiss him heatedly, grinning as you pull back and lean over to crawl back to the passenger seat. stan slaps your ass lightly as you do and you squeal, grinning back at him with a lifted brow, “c’mon, uris. you’re scoring tonight.”

he rolls his eyes at your cheesy words and groans a bit, but he can’t ignore the butterflies that thrash in his chest nonetheless. 

you love him.

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