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redxblueihateloveyou · 3 years

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Omg thank you so much for your posts about rinharu!! :"")) I was one of those people who were like "why are rinharu fighting again?? Did kyoani purposely seperate them /again/ just for the sake of drama ?? (And so that they have more oppurtunities to showcase other ships??)" I was really irked at first cuz i thought the first part of TFS is finally going to be a movie about rinharu being a powercouple, but! After reading your posts i realised that haru never really moved on from rin leaving, even in S3 the reason why hiyori's words affected him was because he thought he caused rin to leave (and by extension ikuya, but lbr haru wasn't as frustrated with ikuya nearly as much as he was with rin right) so i'm just here to say.. thank you so much for opening my eyes!!! Now i'm really looking forward to the second part!!

Awww no problem <3 tbh I've always said that free is one of those that has so many nuances left bts that it's sometimes confusing for those who aren't as invested I think. Like there's so many important things that are left out and are in additional materials, that some has no idea what's going on at times. Like back in the days when some interpreted s2 in the opposite way bc of that one thing. My point is that not everyone is even watches stuff like recaps for example (where there are in fact new easter eggs and so many important things like Rin's dad death aftermath etc), and even less read novels and checked side stories and dramas.

For example, in books this Haru's issue about him thinking he's cursed and hurts everyone with his swimming is a huge thing, when Asahi "lost his ability to swim" after seeing Haru's free. But in SD it wasn't adressed at all tbh.

And what Haru feels for Rin is such tornado of emotions, that surprised even me with all the descriptions, bc like it's real bad. Like that part I posted from the chapter when Rin leaves is at least understandable, since he leaves. But the way he reacts to him in general even when he just appears in his sight is always described as if someone tortures him for real lol. And he's always like "pls someone save me, I don't know how to deal with this, bc I've never felt such emotions before".

So basically, like yeah, he's as it is has this thing, when he thinks of himself as some bad omen, so he's very sensitive about it, but since everything Rin-related feels x100000000 for him, its just... well, it hurt for a very long time and sadly was just overlooked by a certain someone, so here we are.

I think we all at first believed that bc Rin's so shocked and in disbelief that Haru could even think that it was his fault in some way:

that maybe they talked about it bts or smth like after the relay. But it seems like Rin either forgot or most likely I think he maybe thought that Haru understood without words? I'm just real sad still that Haru didn't get to hear this speech:

I mean, they made it look by the end of s1 that it was about relay, which partially yeah, but for Rin it was really about Haru. You see what he said.. he said that that 1x02 race with Haru alone.. what made him want to swim again. This whole speech was not only about the fact that Haru wasn't at fault that he quit swimming in the first place, but about the fact that Haru is his lucky charm, that makes everything better. AND WE DIDN'T EVEN GET TO HEAR THAT. So like for Haru it's to this day like "after I messed him up, Rin was saved with the power of friendship and a relay". But he was saved by Haru really. Bc according to s3 info, it was basically just about Haru being on the relay team. I don't try to demean their friendships or anything, but its just what it is.

And as I've said before in one post it's just fascinating that to this day Rin for example thinks that s1 shananigans were just about him and just his problem:

Haru thought it was about them and their problem:

So like my point here is I also up to the end of s2 thought that maybe Rei or Rin told that to him, bc we seemed to move on to another problems, until in Kizuna we were shown that he still dreams about that scene of Rin leaving. s3 Hiyori just exposed the wound really.

But also once again see what he said there, it's not just about that one time he keeps reliving, aka his first come back, its really just about each time Rin was leaving. Like the very first one already was bad, the second was the worst, bc he thought he hurt him and thought that bc of him he quit swimming, others are just painful bc by then it was already another kind of feeling. I mean, I do think that this first Rin's return to Australia thing needs to be cleared up since it's obviously still haunting him. But again it's just part of this. Haru after the Australian trip and "I've always admired you" and "without you I have nothing to aim for" and after TYM goodbye when Rin told him that he doesn't need a surprise party and that just swimming with Haru before leaving is the greastest surprise for him, he knows already about the way Rin feels about swimming with him... I think the reason why everyone is freaking out here is that bc the way it's executed it's just really about him constantly missing him and "why am I always have to longingly watch you leave, while you seem fine." If he was in a free race, but wasn't on a relay team, he'd get the same reaction. Its just all seasons combined that brought us here. We already in 3x01 without Hiyori knew that he wasn't handling Rin being far away again good. So tbh it's logical even without any explanation really. I mean, Rin does indeed leave and come back as he pleases and does what he wants without holding back or sometimes thinking about consequences. There's no lie here.

It's like since the beginning for Rin it was like "I found the gorgeous guy I adore and I want to swim with, I'll transfer schools just to nag him into swimming with me, it's not like he's gonna care if I leave after that." (he literally in the book didn't think it was a big deal)

For Haru it was like "I lived just fine, but this guy stormed into my life, made me want things I didn't think I'd ever want, got me addicted to him and then dropped me like a hot potato".

Rin's just very passionate about life and things he wants, like Haru for example, but he's really also very unobservant and very clueless at times.

But like just bc he doesn't know about Haru's existential crisis and all the pain he's truly in when he's leaving, doesn't change the fact that he at times didn't even treat him as a simple friend (because they can't be just friends I KNOW), but still things like "you could've called" "well sorry, I guess I'm just not good at it" are probably hurtful, considering the fact that you are good at it with everyone else tho, Rin sweetie. Like thanks for avoiding us the most and holding back and visiting us the last each time, we feel real special. Haru is like the opposite, he doesn't call anyone for example, but he can call Rin in the middle of the night if needed, he always does for Rin smth that's completely out of his comfort zone.

It's like some say "Rin didn't know he wanted him to call" or "he didn't know Haru felt guilty". He did know he wanted him to call and he didn't know Haru felt guilty and stopped swimming competitively when he stopped swimming, but then Rei told him and Natsuya in 3x03 reminded him about this too. Its just the fact that he doesn't want to add 1+1 and thinks "well, there's no way I can affect Haru like that right?", "he can't be that upset about Rin Matsuoka, right?". While facts are he IS literally the only one who affects Haru in such huge way. It's like everyone else can just pass him by and it's nothing, but he walks by and it's a whole "asdfghgfdsa why my body is on fire, its just Rin who's just standing there".

And I'm also buffled by this thing that some people really say stuff like "where did this come from, they were perfectly fine" etc, as if they ever had normal "friendship" relationship. I'm like when did they ever behave themselves okay? In 3x03 Rin is dying to call Haru, but can't do it, while he's constantly texting everyone including Nagisa. First thing he says in the airport when he comes back is "I'm home, Haru" to air, but then goes to hang out with Makoto and Sousuke, desperately looking for an excuse to see the one whom he from the beginning, as it was shown wanted to see the most, but in his opinion can’t without a reason. It's only when Makoto tells him that Haru was upset about Albert he quickly rans off out of there bc "hooray, I have an excuse to see my bae”. Like we know from the airport scene that he wanted to see Haru the most. If they're so as people say were doing great, than how do you exlain all of their s2 and s3 behavior for real? It's like as if in TYM Haru didn't lose his shit from some gossip about persimmons. I mean, they never settled anything really. And Haru is constantly scared of Rin leaving again since forever.

So it's complicated, but yes, we're super excited for p2, bc asdfghjhgfds.

#answered #anonymous #rinharu #harurin #free! the final stroke #free!#rin matsuoka #nanase haruka

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adorethedistance · 4 years

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Sculpin and White Claws - WLW!Reader x Roommates!Owen and Charlie

JATP masterlist

Kinda requested. The concept is mine but I was requested to post it.

Warnings: Swearing, Make out scene, that gay shit

Words: 2381

Summary: Your ‘not-quite girlfriend’ has come over to yours, Charlie’s, and Owen’s shared apartment; your evening is disrupted by the energetic antics of two idiot boys in the other room.

A/n: I don’t even know why tf I’m posting this it shouldn’t ever see the light of day. @meetmeinfleetwood this is the fic I threatened to name the love interest after you lol don’t read it. The love interest OC is named after one person, her personality is modeled after my crush irl, and her look is modeled after an internet crush.

“What’s all this?” There are chips, salsa, popcorn, Oreos, peach rings, white claws, and original flavor sculpins lined up on the linoleum kitchen countertops.

“It’s movie night,” Owen responds simply, placing the last plastic bag inside another, and shoving it under the sink.

“Is Charlie going, too?”

“Booboo should be leaving his place soon, but Jer and Sav can’t make it tonight.”

“Wait… movie night is here?”

“...yeah?”

“Oh shit. Shit shit shit shit.”

“What?”

“I forgot to tell you didn’t I?”

“Forgot to tell us what?” Charlie asks as he enters the kitchen, and settles next to Owen’s side, on the opposite side of the counter from me.

“I have a date tonight.”

“Okay?”

“Here! My date is here tonight!”

“Is this that girl that came to pick you up the other day?”

“Yes.”

“I mean, it’s not a big deal. She can watch the movie with us.”

“No, I…” I hesitate, wondering if this is information I should be sharing. I guess I have to, “She... may or may not be bringing her backpack.” Owen stares at me, confused. I don’t want to have to share any more than I already have, and thankfully Charlie catches on.

“Oh.”

“I don’t see why it matters that she has a backpack?” Charlie then places the back of his hand against Owen’s chest, tilting his head sideways to look Owen in the eyes. Even with Charlie’s signal of hooded eyes and a shifted glance, Owen is still confused.

“They might fuck, Owen.” I grimace at Charlie’s crude wording, but he isn’t exactly lying.

“So, are you two official or…?”

“We haven’t put a label on anything but she is more than a friend.”

“So a friend... with benefits…”

“What do I do?” I ignore Charlie’s pointed conclusion, “She’ll be here in like half an hour!” The three of us exchanged conflicted looks. Then, Owen pulls his phone from his pocket and aggressively starts typing.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m texting BooBoo. Movie night is canceled. Operation ‘get Y/n laid’ shall commence.”

“You don’t have to cancel movie night-”

“It’s fine, we have one every week. You don’t have a dick appointment every week.”

“Technically it’s a str-”

“That’s beside the point,” I interrupt Charlie’s humor-filled quip. “You’re sure you wanna cancel movie night for me?”

“Already done. Now, what else do you need?”

“Shit, you live here!” This makes both of them laugh.

“That we do.”

“Well, you can’t go out in public, because you’re in pajamas and you have fans now. And you can’t exactly crash the houses of the people you just uninvited… I guess… you have to stay here.”

Then, I hear two light raps on the front door. All three of us exchange a horrified look, and in a panicked frenzy, I grab my two roommates and shove them both into Charlie’s room.

“Do not leave this room!” And with that, I shut the door in their faces.

Turning a full 180 on my heels, I take a deep breath before heading for the front door. Upon opening it, I see her standing there in all of her glory. Her glassy blue-green eyes glisten despite the dim lighting of the apartment building’s hallway. Her artificially blonde, pixie cut hair is styled to look as if a strategic wind had passed through it, and it is just stunning.

“Hey,” I sigh trying to catch my breath from all the commotion.

“Hey,” she greets coolly.

“Uh, please- come in.” Even in her ‘messy’ state, Sadie always has me drooling.

“Your apartment’s really nice.”

“Thanks, I did all the decorating. If I left it to Owen and Charlie, this would be a very different atmosphere.” My joke makes her laugh, which allows me to breathe a sigh of relief. So far, so good. “Can I get you anything? Water or…” I trail off before noticing the white claws and sculpins Owen bought for the movie night “...one of these?”

Sadie grins mischievously and snags one of the grapefruit sculpins. Her eyes never leave mine as she wordlessly nods toward the counter. I give in. What the hell. Snatching a black cherry white claw from the counter, I uncap the bottle and cheers Sadie to a night of semi-unknowns. Entering the living area, she takes notice of the painting that was my senior thesis in high school.

“Did you do this?” She studies the curve of every brush stroke and how it all comes together to depict a kind-of-but-not-really realistic nature scene. It’s a blue sky fading into the beginnings of a storm, with snow-dusted fir trees in the foreground. Simple, yet elegant.

“Yeah, it was my senior thesis.”

“This is stunning.”

“Oh, hush,” I flail my hand as if the compliment was a microscopic physical entity barrelling toward me.

“I’m being deadass. This is so good.”

“Thank you. It only took, like, ten hours to finish, I think?” Sadie nearly chokes on her Sculpin, causing me to laugh softly.

“Did you say only ten hours?”

“Yeah,” I shrug, heading over to take a seat on the couch, “That one took thirty-two hours.” I gesture to the elaborate, palette knife painting of a lotus flower.

We sit on the couch and talk for a bit about art, life, work, record shops, and shitty tinder dates. Leaning forward, on the edge of the couch, I tap the screen of my phone to check the time. We’ve been talking for over two hours and it’s felt like ten minutes tops. I’m feeling a little buzzed, from the alcohol obviously, but also from simply being around Sadie. Every time we talk I fall harder. And I think she does, too.

“So this date just feels like it’s never gonna end, and we finally make it back to my place. I’m ready to just get the hell away from her, but she leans in to kiss--mind you it's the first date--she leans in to kiss me and it’s not even decent. She’s like, open mouth, eyes wide shut, just going for it.” “Oh my gosh.”

“Yeah, it was just… not a good night,” she finishes by sipping the last of her drink, and then setting the bottle can on the coffee table.

“...Hopefully you haven’t felt that way about any of our date-hang out-things?”

“Don’t worry about it. I came back didn’t I?” When she looks up at my face, Sadie’s pearlescent smile softens into a closed mouth endeavor. I tug my bottom lip in between my teeth but quickly release it; she’s intently watched the entire movement. She then apprehensively moves to pry the empty white claw can from between my fingers, clocking the short length my nails have been manicured to, under a full-coverage coat of black nail polish. After setting the can on the coffee table, she leans back into the couch propping her head in her hand by planting her temple against her palm. I mirror her position, but not without moving closer first.

Sadie doesn’t speak, and I’m at a loss for words, so a thick but comfortable silence settles between us. Then, she reaches out to brush her thumb against the flesh of my bottom lip. My desire is unbecoming as I desperately push myself forward to connect my lips with her. The kiss is innocent but quickly turns passionate on my behalf.

After she leans back against the cushions of the couch, Sadie pulls me close to have me straddle her lap. The sight of her slouching back, hazily staring up at me with loving eyes leads me to lean back in and resume the kiss. Her hands slide from their position on my hips to the sides of my bare thighs. She’s tracing sensual circles over the top of them teasing my breathless state.

I nearly break the kiss to catch my breath but before I can, Sadie’s begun kissing down my jaw. Between her teeth, she nips at the sensitive skin of my neck and I let out the whispered traces of a moan. Now that she’s sitting forward a bit more, I’ve got my left arm draped over her shoulder, whilst tangling my right in the back of her shortly cropped hair.

Her trail of love bites flows down to my collar bones, and then:

the heat of the moment is shattered.

A muffled but rhythmic stomping sound is emanating from Charlie’s bedroom down the hall, into our living room.

“Fuck,” I groan out of a minor embarrassment.

“What is that?” I let out a deep sigh before sitting back to look at her confused face.

“I panicked and locked my roommates in their room when you got here.” Sadie laughs, finding humor in the situation that I do not. “We do movie nights weekly with some friends and I didn’t find out we were supposed to host until, like, ten minutes before you came.”

“You didn’t have to cancel movie night. We could’ve acclimated or just holed up in your room.”

“Yeah, but…” I endearingly pass a delicate scratch through the back of her hair, “then we couldn’t do this.” The confession sounds even more embarrassing out loud, and I cower my head so I don’t have to look her in the eyes anymore.

“You’re adorable,” she plants a sweet kiss on the part of my head that isn’t pressed against her chest. “We should set them free if they’ve been locked up for three hours.”

“Yeah, you’re probably right,” I sigh, situating myself so I can move off of sitting on top of her, practically.

“I gotta leave soon anyway. I promised my roommate I’d be back in time to help her with a psychology project or something like that,” Sadie rests her hand on the open space on my inner thigh. “Can I meet them?” She asks, curiously, testing the waters of coming into my personal life. I weigh my options for a moment. It’s not that I don’t want them to meet her, it’s that I don’t want her to meet them.

“Fine. I got nothing to lose since they’re gonna bully me no matter what.” Pressing myself up off the couch, I venture down the hall to knock on the door to Charlie’s bedroom. I don’t hear anything on the other side and in turn, twist the knob to investigate. When I open the door I see the two of them laying on the floor, laughing so hard there’s no sound in the room.

“What is happening?” I ask, concerned. Owen then gasps for air and the two of them begin laughing audibly again. I can’t help but laugh at them as I have no idea what I’ve just walked into.

“You guys good?” I inquire once more after they’ve caught their breaths and come to. “I don’t know what just happened, but Sadie’s about to leave if you guys wanted to come meet her before she goes.” The light that illuminates behind both their eyes is striking, and in an instant, they’re off the ground and zooming past me, down the hallway.

“I’m Charlie.”

“I’m Owen.”

“Are you Y/n’s girlfriend?”

“Dude!”

“What?”

“Y/n told us they don’t wanna label anything yet.”

“Ohhh. Sorry.”

“And this is pretty much what I anticipated,” I state once I’ve caught up to the three of them in the kitchen. Pushing past the two boys, I move to stand next to Sadie, hugging my arms around myself for warmth. As she introduces herself to the guys, she pulls me in to rest an arm across my shoulders.

They chat for a few more minutes, interrogating Sadie with questions that make me wince. Luckily, she found the entire interrogation amusing and answered the bordering-insane questions Charlie and Owen had. Once on the topic of her roommate, the reminder draws their conversation to a close.

“Okay. I gotta go for real now,” Sadie takes my hand in hers, tugging me gently to grab my attention, “When will I see you again?”

“I’m free most of Sunday, we could go get brunch” I offer, basically praying her schedule aligns with mine.

“That is the gayest possible thing you could’ve said,” she laughs at my offer. Playfully, defensively I sass her back,

“I don’t understand. Are you not down for brunch?”

“No, I’m down. You’re just cute is all.”

“I’ll text you details for time and place?” I insincerely bat my eyelashes at her, having to look up to make eye contact from how tall she is. She smiles down at me,

“Sounds good.”

“Okay,” I smile back and she leans down to quickly kiss me before we turn around and I let her out of the apartment.

“Text me when you get home.”

“Promise.” Trying not to smile like an idiot, I closed-mouth grin and wave to her before she descends the stairs, and is permanently out of sight. I then close the door and lock the bolts for the night before remembering to clean up the cans and bottles we left on the coffee table. When I turn around, Owen and Charlie are smiling at me mischievously, and based on their positions Charlie was clearly whispering something to Owen. I don’t know what to say so I hesitate for words.

“I-y-what?”

“Did you guys have fun?”

“Yeah…? Why?” Charlie back against the kitchen counter, crossing his arms conspicuously. Then Owen crosses the floor and comes to stand uncomfortably close to me.

“What’s this?” He pokes a spot on my collarbone that makes me gently yelp in pain. Oh shit.

“We didn’t do anything, don’t worry. The couch need not be disinfected. Better question, what the hell were you two doing in there?” My question prompts the two of them to look at each other and then laugh again. Charlie reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone to show me something. After a few taps, he hands me his phone.

“We got bored and decided to make a TikTok.”

“I see that.”

On the screen is a paused TikTok showing Owen and Charlie standing staggered in the camera. I hit play and watch the video of the two dancing to the trending song. The ending sends me and I start laughing too at the failed attempt at a simple dance.

“Y’all are crazy.”

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Taglist: @thesweetestsinner @imsydneywalker @lovesanimals @thebloodthirstyvampress @bumbleberry-pie @losers-club6 @curlybrownhairedboys @dmcfarland1

@joynerxmercer idk if you wanted to be on the tag list but this is published on behalf of your enthusiasm so I hope you enjoy.

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egg-emperor · 3 years

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I forgot I posted last night lol I've already been having a hard time typing on my new phone's keyboard because it's been a while since I've had one instead of a huge tablet. tiny keyboard + alcohol results in whatever tf that was XD

I can understand some of it but even I'm not sure what I was trying to say in some of those tags. I love how unsurprisingly the last post I made before passing out was about Eggman sbfnsgnsnhd

I have the headache of all time so I'm hydrating a lot

#I thought I'd wake up much later but sleeping at around 4 am is early to my brain #so it's 1 pm and I've been awake for a couple of hours or smth

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happysoldlady · 4 years

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Paralyzed - Angel Reyes

a/n: this drabble takes place after Angel finds out about EZ’s deal and spirals tf out. also I’m sorry that I didn’t post for like a year, and now I’m posting like three times a day. but whatever, enjoy!

You were used to having the bed to yourself for most of the night, as Angel usually didn’t roll in until the wee hours of the morning. But tonight, when you roll over, bleary eyed from sleep and look at the clock to see 5:04 in bright green lettering, you have to sit up and make sure you’re reading it right.

You slip out of bed, grab your phone off the nightstand and pad your way down the hall to see if he had just passed out in the living room but the couch and recliners are all empty and there’s no sign of him anywhere. You let out a breath, trying not to worry too much before dialing his number and praying that he picks up.

He doesn’t.

You check your messages, thinking maybe you accidentally read one while half-asleep and forgot but there aren’t any new ones from him.

“Goddammit, Angel.” You curse, before tossing your phone on the table and getting up to make a pot of coffee. As you’re waiting for it to finish brewing, your phone pings.

You rush to it, hoping it’s your missing husband, but again, you are filled with disappointment as it’s only a notification from Twitter about an update. You sigh and toss your phone back on the table, running a hand through your hair.

You decide to drink a cup of coffee, and then take a shower, thinking maybe by the time you’re done, he’ll be home with an explanation. You get all the way through your coffee, and your shower, and are pulling on a pair of leggings and one of Angel’s hoodies when you hear keys jiggling in the front door. You quickly run a brush through your hair, and then rush to the front of the house, only to see Angel standing in the middle of your kitchen like he doesn’t know where to go.

You shuffle to the opening in the kitchen and lean against the door frame, your eyes watching him wearily. You expect him to turn around and apologize for not coming home until morning, but he doesn’t. He just stands there, his shoulders broad and tense. You can tell something’s wrong without even being able to see his face.

“Angel?” You say, starting to step toward him when he finally turns and looks at you. The look on his face sends a ping through you, and you can’t conjure up what could’ve possibly happened to make him so upset.

You start to move toward him and he holds up a hand, a pained look in his eyes.

“Don’t.” He says, shaking his head. “I can’t.”

Angel’s looking at you, but he isn’t actually seeing you. The only thing he can see is his brother’s bloody face as he beat him for betraying him. He doesn’t know how to tell you that EZ and his dad both had been lying to him, the entire time. And as close as you were with his family, he couldn’t help but wonder if you were in on it too.

“Angel,” You say, tilting your head in confusion. “What’s wrong? What happened?”

Angel shakes his head, his eyes squeezing shut. He wants to believe that you wouldn’t do that to him, but after the last 24 hours he isn’t sure who to trust. “Did you know about EZ’s deal?”

Your eyebrows scrunch together. “What deal?”

“Don’t play stupid.” Angel says, obviously frustrated. “His deal to infiltrate the club. Did you know about it?”

Angel watches as the words hit you, and your face contorts from pure shock to genuine anger.

“What the fuck kind of deal did he make, Angel?” You ask, putting your hands on your hips. “He hasn’t said anything about a deal to me.”

Angel feels a tiny wash of relief at the fact that at least one person in his life hadn’t been lying to him. He takes his cut off and swings it onto the table and then leans onto the back of one of the dining chairs, hanging his head between his arms.

You take a breath and then shuffle over to him, massaging your hands over his shoulder muscles. He groans at the relief, and then stands, picking you up and setting you beside his cut on the table. His hands rest on your thighs for a minute as he looks at you, trying to figure out how to tell you that he found out about all of his family’s scheming and then left his brother in the desert.

“Hey,” You say, running a hand over his jaw to get him to look at you.

He avoids your eyes for a moment, and you place your other hand on the other side of his face, gently turning his head toward you. His eyes finally move up to meet yours, and you watch as the love of your life crumbles before you.

“He made a deal with the fuckin’ cops.” Angel says lowly, watching as your eyes widen.”And Pops knew about it. And they both were using me to get intel on the club.”

“Holy shit.” You whisper, shaking your head. “Did EZ tell you?”

Angel’s face crumples up again, and he shakes his head. “No. An agent did.”

You let out a breath and then pull Angel into a hug. Feeling as he damn near collapses into you, the weight of the day finally bearing down on him.

“What the hell am I supposed to do?” He says into your shoulder. You rub his back, and plant a kiss to his head before shaking your head.

“I don’t know, Angel.” You whisper. “But we’ll figure it out. We always do.”

“If the club finds out...” Angel pulls away from you, shaking his head and pacing back and forth.

You slide off the table and place a hand on his chest. He stops and looks down at you, almost begging for answers that you don’t have. And you’re just trying to get him to call down so he doesn’t throw himself into a panic attack.

“I don’t know what’s going to happen, Angel. But let’s sit down, and make a plan. That’s the only way to keep this under control.” You say softly. Angel’s eyes are still wide with either rage or fear, you can’t really tell. Maybe it’s both, but despite it, he nods and takes a seat.

You pour two cups of coffee and then sit down beside him. “Okay. Now tell me everything...”

#angel reyes #mayans mc #mayans imagine #angel x reader #ez reyes #soa imagines #angel drabble #paralyzed

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mimixeu · 4 years

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⟨ AMANDA ZHOU. CIS FEMALE. SHE / HER. ⟩ though the mist might prevent some from seeing it, MEMPHIS “ MIMI ” YIU is actually a descendant of A R E S. it’s still a question of whether or not the TWENTY - FIVE year old EAST ASIAN STUDIES MAJOR from SEATTLE, WASHINGTON has taken after their godly parent completely, but the demigod is still known to be quite OBSERVANT & SELF - SABOTAGING.

+ DOSSIER. + PINTEREST. + PLAYLIST.

PERSONALITY.

most people find mimi to be quite unassuming at first glance. from a distance, she is twinkling eyes and a pearly - white smile, fun to be around and ever so easy to talk to ; but the closer one tries to get to her, the farther away she runs. you see, she is used to getting hurt, and her powers being at the heart of it all. with time, she has learned the art of self - preservation, and has sworn to never let anybody get too close to her ⸺ lest they end up turning on her, too. it’s this self - preservation that has made her exceptionally good at observing people, figuring them out, learning their secrets. she knows more about other people than they ever do her.

it’s no surprise, therefore, that envy is an emotion that comes exceptionally easy to her, often greeting her like an old friend. seeing large groups of friends around campus often makes mimi yearn for more, for uncomplicated companionship and untainted relationships, but she knows it’s far safer to keep the world at arm’s length. it doesn’t mean that she doesn’t long to be loved and wanted by her peers. the same goes for her romantic life. she has never fallen in love, never had a relationship last long enough for her to become attached. she prefers serial dating to long - term relationships because it means she has control, but mimi romanticises the idea of something more stable, one unaffected by her fears of rejection.

despite her self - sabotaging ways, mimi is known to be very loyal towards the people she does keep, of those who have outlasted the fragile fury and rocky turbulence. ( after all, if they are to be in her life, then she might as well protect them with her entire being. ) she is also relatively good - humoured and likes having a laugh, takes pleasure in making people smile. it is a smile that hides her resentment for ares, as she firmly believes that she could have had something resembling a normal life, even vaguely, if it were not for her relation to him. unlike some of her peers, she does not hold her godly parent to high regard.

FACTS.

the maternal side of mimi’s family hails from the island of hong kong, just off of china. back in the seventies, when mimi’s mother, jingfei, was still just a child, they immigrated to the united states where they first lived in augusta, ga, before settling in seattle, wa, where mimi’s uncle was born.

mimi is fluent in english and greek, as well as cantonese as mandarin, as she was taught to speak both languages from a young age. of the two, she prefers to speak cantonese.

in her early years, mimi’s mother was an air hostess who frequently travelled for her job. this was how she met ares. she had no plans to quit her job, not even when she learned that she was pregnant with what would become their daughter, and continued to work through her pregnancy for as long as it was allowed. for the formative years of mimi’s life, she was essentially raised by her grandparents, only seeing her mother when she was able to take leave.

as a teenager, mimi found herself as camp elektra in silverlake, ca, and it was the only place she felt like she could fit in for the longest time.

she’s been a student at eonia university for five years, and has bounced between several majors. currently, she is majoring in east asian studies, but she has also studied architecture and marine biology in the past.

stable relationship ? never heard of her. due to her abilities, mimi doesn’t have very many close friends. she won’t allow it. instead, she prefers to keep many acquaintances, and probably knows at least one person in every course / house. she is very good at remembering faces and learning names. even if she doesn’t have a lot of people she considers to be friends, she still very much likes to make an effort.

mimi met her father once. he appeared at the gates of camp elektra and was immediately charged into by his fourteen - year - old daughter. in front of a crowd of young demigods, she created a scene, demanding answers from ares, questioning him of her existence and his motivations. it was a rage like she had never felt before. she told him she hated him, and though she was told off for disrespecting one of the gods, she thinks he knows she means it.

POWERS.

limited necromancy : she remembers seeing ghosts as a kid. sometimes they had faces, but more often than not, they were blurred figures ⸺ like silhouettes behind a glass pane. they never stayed for long, but sometimes they would come to her, whispering enticing words and asking for her help. every adult she ever told dismissed them as creations from an overactive child’s mind rather than spirits that genuinely existed. it’s not an ability she’s particularly hone, and over the years it appears to have waned significantly, but mimi still sees them sometimes, in the dead of night when no one is watching. she’ll glance out of the corner of her eye and perhaps a blurred figure smiles at her through the dark.

odikinesis : from a young age, people have always acted peculiarly around her. teachers would be impatient for no reason, often picking on her when she was late or forgot her homework, and even friends and family members had a habit of becoming noticeably more irritable in her presence. mimi never understood why. whatever she did to make it up to them, it only seemed to make matters worse. as a child, it wasn’t something she necessarily intended to happen, and she slowly learned that if she concentrated hard enough, then it didn’t have to happen at all. but more recently, she’s also realised that as much as she can put out the coals, she is capable of fanning the flames, too. it’s become a habit of hers ⸺ in moments of pent - up rage or insecurity ⸺ to find people in varying states of anger and agitation and turn the volume up to one hundred. she knows what she’s doing is wrong, and it always leaves her with an overbearing amount of remorse when all is over. she’s lost plenty of friends as a result, and always vows to learn from it but never does.

other abilities :

sonic scream : it happened only once, when she was a toddler. for hours, young mimi wouldn’t stop crying. she was passed from relative to relative, each attempting to soothe and comfort her, but by hour three, it was clear her tears were not going to relent. then it happened ⸺ the tot let out a terrific wail. it shattered the windows, cracked the mirror down the hall. then all at once, it was over, the crying, the screaming ⸺ all of it was gone. her entire family was left stunned.

telumkinesis : while the ability can be useful, it’s not one mimi chooses to use on a regular basis. although she may incite the occasional brawl and spars along with her brothers and sisters, she rarely involves herself in the chaos, thus she’s never found much need for weapons outside of training.

OUT OF CHARACTER.

hellooooo !!!!!!!! I’m nixie, 24+, she / her pronouns, from the gmt timezone. I heard about this group from my lovely friend, who’d been hyping it up. I’ve been considering rejoining groups for a while since my indie blogs have been stressing me tf out lately, so I decided to join on a whim and now I am here to bring you my misfortunate chaos baby, mimi yiu, who never asked for any of this but lost her ticket out ✌🏼 I’m SUPER excited to start writing with you guys ! feel free to look through any of the links listed in this post or on my page !

#euintro #𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕪 𝕞𝕒𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕨𝕠𝕞𝕒𝕟 ♡ intro.#I wanted to repost this with the new graphic 🥰#also #she has a full doc now and !!!

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imclumsy · 4 years

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Livestream

(peter parker x actress!reader)

Summary: the reader is an actress starring in stranger things. she starts a livestream as she chills with her best friend, peter. they get flustered when her fans point out their flirting. the fans go crazy once something happens.

Warning: idk, language maybe? if that counts??

A/N: i found this in my drafts on wattpad lmao. thought it was cute and decided to continue writing it for my first tumblr imagine post. oh and ‘Y/c/n’ means ‘your character’s name’.

“Hey, guys.” You smiled at your phone screen, holding up a peace sign as you started a live stream on Instagram. Comments started to flood in.

avengersfan01 - OMG UR LIVESTREAMING FOR THE FIRST TIME IN AGES

y/niswifey - WHERE HAVE U BEEN,, LAST TIME U POSTED WAS A MONTH AGO

msmarvel19832 - notice me senpaiiiii 😭

strangertingzz4life - hiiiiii ❤️❤️💖

"So, I'm kinda bored, my parents aren't home and I thought 'Why not do a Q&A?' since I haven't been so active on Instagram lately because I’ve been busy filming." You shuffled, trying to find a comfortable position to sit in.

"Stop moving, Y/n. I’ve almost got a 10 streak kill." Peter nudged you, keeping his attention on his video game as he ran someone over with a car.

Who knew Spider-Man would enjoy running over pedestrians.

"I'm trying to get comfortable, dickhead, let me be." You smiled, moving the camera so it was away from you and Peter. You finally decided to lay your head on his stomach as he let you lay between his legs.

"Ok, sorry about that, technical- well, physical difficulties." You laughed at the camera, making Peter chuckle, "Anyways, questions anyone? I'll answer as many as I can."

You waited for the comments to load and read out the first one you saw, "From captainamericaswhore, love the username by the way, 'Who's legs are those?'" You giggled as soon as you finished reading.

Everyone in the comments started to freak out.

y/n.y/ln.is.my.queen - YO I BET IT'S PETER SKSJAK

dontreadmyusername - who tf is peter-

peterxy/n.otp - ALJSSJAK IT'S MY SHIP OMG I CAN'T BELIEVE I'M WITNESSING THIS

madmax751300 - [dontreadmyusername] get outta here u uncultured swine

elevenseggos - those r some thicc legs wInK wOnK

suziep00 - [elevenseggos] and i fucking oop-

“Are you livestreaming?” Peter asked, pausing his game and taking his headset off, reaching away to place it on the table.

“Yep,” You replied, popping the ‘p’. Your fans already knew who Peter was since he made a regular appearance in all your social media, especially your stories. “It’s Peter’s legs by the way. Say ‘hi’ to everyone, Pete.” You turned your camera to him.

“Hey.” He waved, sending the fans a charming smile.

“Alright, next question-“ You said, sitting up before hitting your head on Peter’s nose.

“Fuck.” He held the bridge of his nose. You laughed, letting your head fall forward as you clutched your stomach. “That fucking hurt, you idiot!” He shoved your shoulder, laughing to lighten up the mood instead of making it serious.

You turned around, looking at the tears welling up in his eyes, “Aww, alright. I’m sorry.” You reached behind him to grab a tissue from the tissue box on the small table and wiped his tears, “You good?”

"Yeah, kinda hurts, but I'm fine." He laughed, giving you a smile to reassure you that he's okay.

“You’re such a baby.” You playfully rolled your eyes before quickly kissing his nose. “You know, my lips kinda hurt too.” He smirked.

“Nice one, Parker.”

“I try my best.”

“Well, it might just be working.” You flirted back, making Peter blush profusely.

You completely forgot that you were still livestreaming as you felt your phone violently vibrate in your hand. Everyone was going crazy; crazier than normal.

noahpotatoes - WTF WTF WTF WTAF I’M SCREAMING

lucasisunderrated - Y'ALL SHE SAID 'WELL IT MIGHT JUST BE WORKING' OMFG ALL THAT FLIRTING IS GONNA PAY OFF I’M GONEEE

finnwolfhardofficial - real smooth peter,, real smooth

dustybun4life - i wonder what’s gonna happen after this livestream ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

steve_the_mom - [dustybun4life] SOME OF Y'ALL ARE NASTY OML-

Your face heated up after reading some of the comments. “What can I say, Finn? Practice makes perfect." He managed to say one last bold comment before his face turned completely red after reading all the comments shipping you two.

ironlad01762 - PRACTICE MAKES PERFECT-

elizabethz04 - SO I WASN’T HALLUCINATING LAST LIVESTREAM WHEN Y’ALL WERE FLIRTING OML I’M GONNA PASS OUT

sadiesink_ - you guys better get together by the end of this live otherwise we’re no longer gonna have movie nights in my trailer

therealcalebmclaughlin - your flirting is so cute it makes me want to puke

gatenm123 - just saying.. i better be in the front seat for your wedding

elevenseggos - I'M LOVING THIS INTERACTION AND ALL BUT PLS CONTINUE THE Q&A, I WANT THE TEA SPILT ALL OVER THE TABLE CLOTH

You felt really flustered now, feeling Peter’s body heat radiate as he wore his headsets to continue his game in order to avoid showing his flushed face. You cleared your throat, “Alright, guys, come on. Elevenseggos is right, let’s continue the Q&A.”

elevenseggos - OH MY GOD I'VE BEEN NOTICED, WHAT A BLESSED DAY

gayforrobin - [elevenseggos] CONGRATS

milliebobbybrown - [elevenseggos] "I WANT THE TEA SPILT ALL OVER THE TABLE CLOTH" I'M USING THAT FROM NOW ON

flayedforbilly - [milliebobbybrown] MILLIE OMG @elevenseggos IS HAPPY-CRYING ALL OVER ME RN, WHAT DID U DO

You waited until some questions pop up and read the first one I see, "From stony4life, 'What's it like playing a fan-favourite character in Stranger Things?'" I bite my lip as I think of an answer, "I mean - obviously - it's really cool. I actually originally auditioned for a smaller role since this was my first big thing but ended up getting the role of Y/c/n. It’s really fun to be able to play this character; she’s strange but in a mysterious yet cool way, she clicks with everyone in the group and she just straight up vibes.”

You waited for another comment, “Ooh, from peterxy/n- oh, hah, okay.” You blushed because of the username, “Have you met your celebrity crush? See, I actually ran into him 3 years ago but that crush has worn off now.” You shrugged, “But! But this guy,” You turned the camera around to face a deeply concentrated Peter, “does have a celebrity crush and he won’t tell me who it is.”

He immediately paused the game again and took off his headsets, “Because it’s embarrassing.”

“I’m sure it’s not, don’t be so dramatic.”

“Trust me, it is.”

“You know I can probably get my agent to get you to meet them.” You pointed out.

“Yeah, but what if I already met them?”

milevenisrealmfs - OH MY GOD GUYS BRACE YOURSELVES IT’S GONNA HAPPEN

eggosaresuperior - SHIT SHIT WAIT LEMME GET MY SCREENRECORDER ON

milevenisrealmfs - omg y/n better get what he’s saying otherwise i’m gonna cry

“Oh my God, when? Why didn’t you tell me?” You asked. He looked at you like you were joking, “Seriously?”

“What?” You furrowed your brows in confusion.

“You’re actually so dumb.” He said before softly grabbing your jaw and kissing you. You almost dropped your phone from the sudden action but he pulled away just before you could.

You were left with a dumbfounded gaze, you glanced at your phone and saw all the comments flooding in again, “Alright, gotta go guys, bye.” You quickly ended the live.

You sighed then looked at Peter, “You like me?” You asked.

“Well, yeah. I thought it was pretty obvious.” He shrugged, nervously avoiding your eye contact.

You studied his features before gently placing your lips against his. He kissed back, leaning into your touch as you held his cheek. You pulled away, both of you smiling, “Then it’s a good thing I like you too.”

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quicksilverlightning · 5 years

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The All Might Fan Forum Discussion Board, Part Two

ALL MIGHT FAN FORUM General Discussion All Might Battles Meeting All Might Rescued by All Might All Might Encounters >Small Might Encounters (New!) Fanart and Fanfiction

Gone4-a-Jog

Small Might Sensei

I like to go jogging. I started recently and I’m not very good at it – I can’t run very fast or very long. But I like taking different routes and discovering new places when I stop to catch my breath. It was during one of my longer runs that I bumped into All Might.

I’d heard someone behind me a few minutes before I stopped to put my hands on my knees and try to gulp down as much air as possible, but didn’t hear that he stopped when I did so I jumped and nearly fell on my ass when I got upright, then nearly fell again when I saw who it was and this long sentence doesn’t begin to cover the comedy of errors that was my life in these few moments.

He stopped cause I was running wrong. Sidenote: there’s a such thing as running wrong. Apparently, you want to land in the middle of your foot and try not to land on your heel at all cause that can cause problems. He also taught me a few breathing rhythms for different intensities of runs.

He ran with me for about twenty minutes, correcting my bad posture and seriously I know every post on this forum says it, but All Might is super, super nice. Like, you’d think he’d have at least a little ego or something, but he doesn’t. He just wants to help everyone. He said hello to everyone we passed and doubled back to throw away a bottle someone dropped. He’d so nice you guys.

I’ve been using what he taught me for a few days now, and haven’t gotten a stitch in my side once. It’s so much easier to run now. Thanks Sensei!

Pepper-oni

Seatmates!

Small Might sat next to me on the bus. Pretty sure he could have had any seat he wanted no matter how crowded it was, but he was really polite and kinda awkward about asking if he could sit with me. Meanwhile, I’m internally screaming while trying to keep it cool on the outside.

He was texting someone on his phone – I tried not to stare, but it’s All Might, you know? I didn’t catch much, just that he was proud of someone, which, hello, is so frickking cute. He looked happy.

m0toroildrmz

A brief conversation with my mother:

“Mom, do you know who that was?”

“No?”

“That was All Might! All Might, mom!”

I leave my mom alone for five seconds to use the bathroom, and I come back to ALL MIGHT helping her with her English crossword puzzles. She didn’t even get an autograph for me.

oba-san581

the beach

I don’t know why it took so very long for it to click – after his last battle, I couldn't shake the feeling that I’d seen that tall, skinny man somewhere before. And he is such a distinctive gentleman; I was sure I knew him, somehow. It wasn’t until I met him on the beach that it finally fell into place.

I’m retired these days, so I have a lot of time on my hands. Every day, I take a walk from my home to the library and back. Sometimes I stay a few minutes, sometimes the entire day gets away from me. For months, almost every day without fail, there was a man and a boy cleaning the shoreline near my home. They would be there when I left for the day, and were still there when I came back. The boy was a scrappy, freckled little thing, cute as a button. The man was slender, but undeniably strong – he would step in to help with some of the bigger appliances, but mostly directed the boy and cheered him on.

I stopped to speak to them a few times; the boy was such a polite young man, and All Might was genial and humble. I never would have known. I could never have guessed had I not met him again, returning from the library with a book to enjoy near the waves.

It’s strange; heroes are so flashy these days, hustle and bustle and fight and move. And we appreciate them, need them. But there’s something so very special about the little things. All Might personally spent almost a year helping clean up a beach. Would anyone else in the top ten have done that?

He was every bit as kind as I remembered. He doesn’t accept praise very well, insisted the beach was all the boy’s doing. Which is fair enough I suppose – he did most of the heavy lifting. Even so, that man was out there almost every single day, with lunch and water and cheer and kind words. It warmed my heart, watching the two of them progress across the sand. I’m so glad All Might is a teacher now; those kids are in good hands.

spite-and-aesthetic

again with the cats

small might plucked my cat out of a tree AGAIN – same cat same tree he even fucking remembered me is this guy for real?

MKPlusUltra

All Might does not skip Leg Day

So I’m minding my own business, checking messages on my phone, waiting on my drink order, when there’s some commotion across the street – lotta loud noise, people screaming and running, standard-issue villain-tries-to-rob-the-till-at-the-combini sort of afternoon. It’s a tall guy with, like, I guess it’s a stretch Quirk off some kind? He looks like he walked out of some old-timey cartoon, all wiggly limbs bouncing everywhere, running from what looks like some rookie Pro – I don’t even think they were a rookie yet; maybe an intern? Anyway, Noodle Arms is booking it, Intern is after him as fast as his short legs can manage. Leggy clears the street in one jump and starts twisting his head around like he can’t decide where to go next.

It’s at that moment when All Might himself exits the building next to mine, one hand leaving his pocket to check his watch and Noodle makes a decision.

Now look, I’m gonna break this down into slo-mo for ya, cause seriously, it was a thing of beauty. It was one, smooth, impossibly cool-looking move, and every piece of it needs to be appreciated. This DUMBASS, who clearly had no plan whatsoever beyond “grab a hostage,” honestly thinks he can take on ALL MIGHT, I guess cause he’s skinny now or something. He wraps his stupid noodle limbs around him and All Might doesn’t even twitch when Dumbass constricts his arms and waves a gun around. Dumbass is yelling something, I don’t know what, who tf cares. All Might kinda tilts his head, wriggles his shoulders a bit, then lifts his arms up and slides out of the jacket so fast the fabric doesn’t even lose its shape. I’m not even kidding, it looked like it was on an invisible mannequin, this move came straight from the Acme school of How To Defy Physics. Dumbass has just enough time to look shocked before he’s eating a size 13 leather shoe – All Might dropped to his haunches, made a quarter-turn, and kicked his leg up and back, straight into the jaw of Dumbass. He kicks him so hard his feet actually lift off the ground and he flies backwards into a streetlamp.

All Might doesn’t even look angry; he just looks Annoyed, like someone forgot to put sugar in his coffee. He picks up his jacket and slings it over a shoulder and waits around a few minutes for the police to catch up and haul Noodle McDumbass into custody while Short Intern babbles away with stars in his eyes. It was the coolest thing I’ve ever seen in my life.

AM_FAN0112

HE’S BACK

HE HASN’T BEEN TO THE SHOP IN THREE MONTHS TOSHINORI YOU USELESS SUNFLOWER I WAS WORRIED ABOUT YOU. I LEFT SO MANY TEARS ON HIS JACKET

YOU FUCKING SWEETHEART. YOU ABSOLUTE RAY OF LITERAL SUNSHINE. I WILL SAVE EVERY COPY OF SUGAR SUGAR CAT CAFE FOR YOU I WILL READ EVERY SINGLE DUMBASS ROMANCE MANGA I CAN FIND I WILL WORK IN THIS TINY BOOKSHOP FOR THE REST OF MY STUPID LIFE JUST NEVER SCARE ME LIKE THAT AGAIN YOU AWKWARD JACKRABBIT DON’T EVER LEAVE ME HANGING LIKE THAT AGAIN

I’M SORRY FOR SCREAMING I JUST MISSED HIM SO MUCH HE’S MY FAVORITE CUSTOMER EVEN BEFORE I KNEW HE WAS ALL MIGHT. HE’S AN ADORABLE OLD MAN

RedRibbon

A good man

Perhaps it’s a little unfair for me to comment since I work in the Tower. Still, there are some things I wanted to share with the world and this is a good place to do it.

I’ve been at the agency for three years now, mainly doing secretarial work. My direct superior is a man named Yagi-san. Yagi-san acted as All Might’s personal assistant, right hand man, concierge, whatever you want to call it. Telling something to Yagi-san was as good as telling it to All Might directly. I, along with everyone else in the Tower, learned why that night in Kamino.

I’ve read many, many posts on these discussion boards and if I were to identify a unifying theme that everyone seems to mention, it’s that All Might is a nice guy. That he really, honestly cares. That he worries about the little things just as much as the big things. I’ve worked with Yagi-san for three years and can confirm that none of it is a show for the adoring public – it’s all 100% true.

Let me tell you something, I worked with Miruko’s agency before All Might’s, and Wash before that, but unless the two of them also have secret identities, neither one of them was on the ground floor pushing pencils with the rest of us like All Might was. I’ve seen Yagi-san escorting new hires around the building when they get lost. I’ve seen him roll up his sleeves and change a busted printer cartridge, ink all over his shirt. He knows everyone’s birthday. He’ll do coffee runs, answer the phones, make deliveries, grab lunch, whatever you need. I’ve seen him as All Might, shutting the press down when they start getting pushy with the employees, or dropping by the daycare and making the kids light up.

I’ve never seen him complain. I’ve never seen him brush anyone off. I’ve never seen him be rude, or arrogant, or insulting, or aloof. I’ve never seen him treat anyone as lesser, as if they weren’t worth his time. Yagi-san lifted morale just by being in the building, the way All Might cut crime rates just by existing. Everyone in the agency loved Yagi-san just as much as they loved the hero; everyone had a story about All Might, and another one about Yagi-san. I’ve seen a few of those stories on this very board.

But this one is mine:

Ever since high school, I’ve used a ribbon to keep the hair out of my face. I love my curls, but they can be a nuisance waving around at the edge of my vision, so I keep them pulled back. I like using ribbons because scrunchies often get caught in my un-tameable mess of hair.

My ribbon snapped one day at work. It wasn’t a big deal – just a minor annoyance to have to keep pushing my hair back. But Yagi-san noticed. He noticed without anyone saying anything, and came back from lunch thirty minutes later with a beautiful red ribbon that he tied into my hair.

It really is the little things that matter the most. This tiny little gesture made me feel seen, acknowledged, valued. Not just as an employee, but as a person. All Might cares about those kinds of things – his employees aren’t subordinates, they’re people. He doesn’t rescue victims, he recuses people. He doesn’t pull you up to his level; he gets on yours and puts you on his shoulders.

I’ve worn that ribbon nearly every day for two years. It’s gotten thin in places, kinda frayed at the edges, but still doing its job faithfully. A bit little like the man who gave it to me.

#yagi toshinori #All Might #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #mha #bnha #fanfic #bnha fanfiction #small might #social media fic #pov outsider #I love writing fics like this #number one in our hearts #loosely connected to An Unofficial Statement from Might Tower #AM_FAN0112 is me

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eyestells · 4 years

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hihi i’m lauren and under the cut are my charas bullet bios bc i’m too lazy to write an actual one lskdfj - anywayz like this post and i’ll hyu !!

evie johnson - hecate - 26

evelyn but she goes by evie bc pokemon

she’s the oldest of the johnson’s but doesn’t act like it

she used to model which gave her and her family a lot of money

she owns the buntmuda triangle but doesn’t rlly do anything for it

she doesn’t use any weapons, only relies on her magic

she has the worst memory

you could tell her something one day and she’ll forget it the next

1000% forgot her siblings names as a child

the only thing she never forgets? random song lyrics

she likes to be fake deep

an actual clown tbh

loves taking pics of her siblings and friends

esp when they’re crying

super picky w eating, relies on her sisters to finish her food if she doesn’t like it

has more of a savory tooth than sweet

lobs shopping and buying things for the ppl she cares about

time to get ~*deep*~

she doesn’t know why but something happened when she was young where she’s freaked out about being in a realtionship

bc of this it always seems like she’s leading ppl on bc once they show interest in her/ask her out she’ll peace tf out

loves puns and dad jokes

loves pranks but sometimes she doesn’t know when she’s gone too far

she’s #Straightedge

alcohol tastes bad and she has asthma so no smoking lsdjfd

she has a pet dog, snake and bat that she loves sm

she’s lobs to cook (not bake tho) and often makes random things so there’s always smthn to eat

plot ideas

pokemon go friend

it’ll be funny if they’re on different teams and they always fite for gym dominance

bff

ambassador bff she goes to all the events with !

prank buddy

friend who parents her

friend she parents ( her dualitee )

day 1 friend

crush/es either on her or she has on them bc those are always fun

charla lee - circe - 23

her (step)mom passed away bc of a monster attack

this caused her dad to open a monster slaying business (which turned into nl), and he raised his daughters in mind of them taking care of the business

she was raised to be the ult monster killing machine

bc of this she’s good w all weapons and combat

she was dropped off at the building at a young age bc her dad figured it was the best place to learn/practice how to fight monsters

she’s stupid strong

a rlly bad driver bc she doesn’t care about other drivers but she knows what she’s doing

always has a bunch of weapons on her

wears a pair of moody judys (earrings that change her eye color based on her emotions)

visits the forge a lot bc she likes to try out their creations and they always give her cool upgrades on random things she owns

she has a new weapon that’s a yuka arrow (inspired by marvel) and she’s been practicing her whistling a lot

has a shih tzu named hershey

ridiculously blunt

doesn’t like talking about her family

can’t cook at all

her dad is rlly rich bc his company and he gives her a lot of money

tbh her fear is not dying in battle

isn’t the best showing emotions

if someone’s ko’ed her automatic reaction is to slap them awake

always ready to Fight

v petite

all her life she’s been trying to be nice/benevolent like her mom but she def ended up like her dad

loves 2 sing (bc her mom liked it) and be extra, often djs for the dances that are held

probs would want to do something w music as a profession if it wasn’t for her dad

relationships? doesn’t know heR, she’s too busy training

possible plots

late night buddy ( they can do anything together )

training buddy

drinking buddy

racing buddy

frienemy

enemy

good influence

someone she’s a bad influence on

1000% stole this from b99 but like charla and X have a wager to see who can hunt more monsters by the end of the year and each have their own bets to humiliate/traumatize the other

dia paik - hecate & psyche - 25

born in france

raised in france and nyc

more abt her power ( soul manipulation )

soul: reason, character, feeling, consciousness, memory, perception, thinking, etc.

in order for her powers to fully work she needs a dna sample of the person who’s effecting hair/skin particles/saliva/etc

naturally she’s a touchy person so it helps when she tries getting some Samps

if she’s desperate she can use the skin particles in the air to control someone

but usually it doesn’t last as long and it drains her since there are numerous particles in the air that are from an unknown number of ppl that she has to manipulate

has a bag that she always wears that has everyone’s dna since she needs to be near the samples

it’s enchanted so she can put as many things in it as she’d like without it growing larger/heavier

as a child she could always see how much someone liked her or not and that rlly messed her up growing up

so, once she learned how to fully use her powers she took advantage of it right away

she always controls the people who she has samples of so their like-meter doesn’t go lower than a certain point

this is what it looks like as well as the level she always keeps it at gslkdfjt

she doesn’t use her powers on ppl she trusts but that list is rlly small

eventually she ended up shutting off her love which makes her act incredibly reckless and often times selfish

she did this bc when she was still in nl she was in a long term relationship with someone who she thought she would spend the rest of her life with

that was until she noticed their love her her start to lower

of course, they didn’t know this was happening yet but she knew.

she knew they would break up with her eventually and she was so scared, even if she still loved them, she broke it off abruptly without much of an explanation

then she turned it off so she wouldn’t have to feel that heartache ever again

now she just does whatever she wants without feeling any guilt which is freeing but always causes the worst effects

like before she turned it off she used to be rlly responsible and stuff. like she would make sure all the members got home safe after a party but now she j wildiN and doesn’t care abt basically anyone

now

the past 5 yrs she’s been traveling with daphne, mainly in europe

has lots of monies bc of all the rich, old hwhite men she manipulated in europe lsdkhgsd

when daphne got the call from her mom making her go back to nl, dia immediately came back as well

currently holds the title for most missions successfully completed she never goes on monster missions but has retrieved a lot of items for deities she uses her power to manipulate the ppl who has the items to willingly give them to her

currently in charge of events will probs hold a single’s event bc she’s That person

possible plots **since she left 5 years ago i can only plot old stuff w members who have been at nl for 5+ yrs

her ex that made her block her love that could be fun and chaotiq

regular exes

friends she kept in contact w while she was away , possibly flew them to europe so they could still hang out uwu

old neighbors in nl

ppl who knew her before she changed

fwb ( possibly new fwb ! )

#nlintro

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zombiejette · 5 years

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RadioDust HCs:

ok kids. bc i have no chill yet no desire to clean these ramblings up into an actual fic, have some of my extremely self-indulgent hcs for this ship. this is gonna get long-winded and wild, so strap tf in.

General HCs:

Alastor is gray or demisexual. Meaning he is generally sex-repulsed until he becomes incredibly close to someone. This is pretty much my standard HC across the board for him, especially when I’m trying to ship him with Angel cuz lord knows there needs to be a middle ground between their sexual natures somewhere lol

Even after falling for someone, he still is fairly indifferent to sex, but he does enjoy eliciting reactions, especially from someone he knows well. And in the rare event that he cares for another, he does genuinely want to bring them pleasure. Therefore he sees sex more as an extension of this and is willing to participate to make his partner happy/is interested in creating their reactions

Likes to know he’s the only one to rile them up as well, part of his power kink

Alastor also has no idea what these identity terms mean either: is a clueless murderous old man

Angel is a tad more Woke™, especially after being in Hell for a while

Having younger generations of demon friends helps with this: Cherri or Vaggie being the ones to usually clue him in to more modern concepts

Drives Angel up a gd wall when he attempts to explain a modern invention/slang/pop culture reference to Alastor, who only digs his heels in with Not Understanding it just to piss him off more

Alastor not only does understand, but saves this fact for the times when he really wants to impress/screw with Angel, or when the knowledge comes in handy

He’ll never forget the look on Angel’s face when he casually informed him that the deer selfie filter is actually super offensive to him and would you please be a ‘deer’ and cease using it on insta thank you now there’s a love

Angel is now super paranoid that Alastor will see all his social media interactions somehow, despite him NOT having any accounts anywhere

Does not stop him from posting nsfw selfies and tagging them with #alastor/radiodemon in the least

Anemia HCs:

ok so i read somewhere that angel was anemic on the hazbin wiki info, or something?? i don’t know if that was real or not but uh... i took it and ran with it, so now it’s my hc, and this whooooole thing turned itself into a multi-part mini fic, which is all under the cut. if you’re dying of radiodust thirst like me, pls enjoy this mess.

Part One:

Angel is indeed anemic, and the first time Alastor finds out is when he literally passes out into his arms like a bad ‘Gone with the Wind’ parody

At first Alastor was disgusted, thinking this was yet another stupid ploy to hit on him... until he realized Angel wasn’t speaking anymore

Something that never happens

He wasn’t expecting to care, let alone lift the spider the rest of the way into his arms, carrying him to Charlie so she can figure this out

One second, Angel was fainting on him, the next, Alastor found himself sitting by his bed, placing a cool cloth over his brow and waiting for Charlie to get back with supplies

Almost like something out of those novels Mother used to think she had so cleverly hidden away

Hmm

Somehow, that thought alone was not enough to make him leave, so there he dutifully remained

Even as Angel woke up, groggy, yet giving him maybe the smallest, softest smile he’d ever seen the demon make

”Al... you stayed...”

Well that was certainly something. The way it made his pulse race quicker and palms sweat under his gloves was definitely new. And apparently enough to keep him sticking around through Charlie’s fussing and prodding and Angel’s consequent refusal of said mothering

Until Alastor remembered that anemic means lack of iron

iron like from meat

meat like from animals

and animal meat was his specialty!

Without another word, he left for the kitchen, only to return with a giant steak dinner (clearly bullied out of the staff in a rush), complete with mashed potatoes and vegetables and a large glass of orange juice

Literally everything Angel never eats

He refused to leave until it was all eaten, sitting back in his chair and bribing Angel with the offer to tell him a story as he finished it

And so he does, weaving a vivid tale just like back in his radio star days, complete with voices and hand gestures

Never before had Angel and Charlie ever seen Alastor quite this engaged in something that wasn’t murder or chaos; instead spinning a yarn about a boy and his magical pig who helps him to find his lost twin sister

Angel is quite enraptured, naturally, having to be prompted to keep eating a couple times, and Charlie hangs back by the doorway, absolutely beside herself internally at what’s unfolding before her

Vaggie would no doubt try to convince her otherwise later, and she may just be a princess of hell, but she knows love when she sees it dammit!

Eventually, she can sense the story’s end coming near, and as much as she wants to hear it, she wants their story to begin more, so she quietly slips away and leaves them alone

The tale indeed ends and Angel swallows the last of the drink, both quiet a moment, looking at each other

“…. Where’d ya hear that one Al?”

“Hear it?”

“Ya know, where’d you get it from? Some old fairy tale book? A movie? It’s real good and I know Molly would love that it’s basically just like us, so if ya tell me where to find it I can-“

“Nowhere. I made it up.”

“You made that up!!? Just now!?”

a small chuckle “Yes, that is what storytellers do…”

“… For me?”

Alastor pauses at that, regarding him again

“I suppose… Yes, yes that one was just for you. About you, really… with some… embellishments,” he twirls a hand nonchalantly in the air before returning it to the other in his lap “Either way I’ve never told it to anyone before, if that’s what you’re after.”

And there’s that smile again, the one that Angel never wore before today, and the one that Alastor would find himself chasing every day since, whether he realizes it or not

Part Two:

The only downside to this is now Alastor will not leave Angel alone about his iron intake

Constantly asking him if he’s had anything substantial today, pushing juices and vitamins and most of all meat onto him, sometimes holding him hostage to watch him eat it

Angel would be flattered if it didn’t interfere with his drug and alcohol habit so much

“Al, geez let up wouldya!? I’m already in Hell, why do I gotta be HELLthy too huh??” a smirk accompanied that, despite himself

the radio demon sighs “As much as I appreciate a well-timed pun, I must insist” he taps where Angel’s nose would be on a normal face “I’m already well aware that you’ll never be ‘healthy’, but I’d take conscious as a consolation prize.”

“Really?? YOU prefer me conscious??”

“Don’t flatter yourself-” he scoffed faintly “I have a hotel to endorse, and you are it’s prized resident, my opinions on the matter non-withstanding. I can’t very well have the famed Angel Dust dropping like a fly at a moment’s notice over such a small thing as malnutrition. What kind of operation would this look like if we couldn’t at least keep on top of something as simple as anemia, hmm?”

For once, Angel had nothing to return fire with, since the last time someone gave him such a convincing speech about his well-being was his sister right before his death, and he really didn’t feel like putting anyone through that agony again

Not even Alastor

After that, Angel takes whatever food Al gives him in annoyed silence, but he still takes it

Though it’s getting harder and harder to remain annoyed when what Alastor gives him starts increasing in quality

At first it’s swiped energy bars or simply juice, but then progresses to sandwiches and fruit and deviled eggs and little spinach quiches and tortes and assortments of cheeses that can’t be easy to procure down here, even with Alastor’s influence

If you cornered him, Angel would never admit it, but he actually forgot how much he missed real food after being inebriated constantly, and Al’s little treats become the new highlight of his day

He’ll even stop using some of the harder drugs so he can better taste them

Charlie would never tell them for fear of the whole thing stopping on an embarrassed dime, but she’s so so proud of them both for this little secret transaction

Angel does start looking and acting better as a result, even though he still abuses alcohol and softer drugs and def keeps his sexual nature intact

But he’s less irritable and prone to lashing out, and his coloring is brighter and his hair sleeker

He also isn’t as tired as often and hasn’t fainted at all since the first time, just feeling overall stronger and more lucid

Which he can’t really complain about even though he wants to

Part Three:

The hotel even benefits from this, some small press circulating about Angel’s newfound constitution and attributing it to their work

In celebration, one night Alastor invites him to a proper dinner at one of Hell’s most famous fancy restaurants

One where the press could easily find them if they wanted

Angel knows this is just to show off his progress but doesn’t shy away from it- for once excited to eat out somewhere and not “eat out” if ya know what I mean

Besides, Alastor doesn’t seem that perturbed to be seen in public with him either, a rare development and not one to scoff at

They both dress up nicer than normal for it, making a big show as the hotel’s representatives, even walking in arm-in-arm

Angel is not immune to the certain type of looks they get as they arrive, and wonders if he should tell Al

Seeing the man with one of his more casual and less murderous smiles on as they take their seats convinces him not to

It would be a shame to get their outfits all bloody anyway

Especially since Angel decided to return to his drag look for the evening, complete with a new skintight velvet dress, feeling far fancier all dolled up than in any of his menswear

The glances Al gives him from time to time don’t hurt either, eyes noticeably lingering on his exaggerated chest fluff each time

Something Angel has no problem with, leaning forward and accentuating it more, resting his chin on a hand lightly to prop his figure up

Alastor orders for the both of them since he knows the place better, raving about their veal and venison dishes on the way over

Earlier in the year, this might have unnerved Angel more, knowing the demon’s penchant for savagery and carnage when it came to “hunting”, but now? He found it almost charming, that Al was so invested in the meat selection of Hell’s dining establishments that he even made his own ranking system for the best places to get each type of animal, who better prepared it according to cuisine, and how each cut measured up in quality

Angel took the liberty of perusing their liquor selection to create his own ranking system, just to be fair

Would be impolite to let Al do all the work on this date after all

….. wait…..

Date???

The fork clattering to the floor jarred Angel back to his senses, realizing his elbow had slipped abruptly from its perch at the very thought, almost in an allergic reaction to the word

Al only raised a controlled eyebrow at the flustered way Angel ducked down to retrieve it under the table skirt

Which is of course the very moment the paparazzi decided to start snapping their pictures

Alastor quickly spun around at the flashing lights, smiling dangerously at them and stopping some of the more cowardly photographers, but not quite enough

Angel, oblivious, continued rooting around for the fork, all the while inching closer and closer towards Alastor’s seat

“Angel!” Al hissed, finally reaching under and putting a hand on Angel’s hair to still him. Of course not making this look any better. “Sit up. Now.”

“Wait, but I almost got it Al-ahh!”

He was roughly pulled up by the back of his dress and sat up, hair mussed and face flushed incriminatingly, only making Alastor groan in defeat at some more camera snaps

It took half a second, but Angel suddenly understood, face blank in momentary shock

Alastor fully expected him to turn it into another lewd joke, brush it off and dig the hole deeper, most certainly at the expense of his own comfort

He quickly steeled himself for the impending barrage of innuendos and unwanted touching

What he wasn’t prepared for was Angel to suddenly leave the table, storming right up to the cameramen with the angriest look he’d ever seen on the spider’s face

“Ey ya parasites!! Let me see those!” he holds a couple of impatient hands out for their cameras, still fuming

Some actually comply out of complete shock, not at all used to Angel Dust getting mad about being photographed ever, especially over anything sexual

Angel proceeds to delete the photos off the first camera… then gets more and more frustrated when the pictures just wouldn’t stop coming. After a while, he just smashes the camera on the ground in a huff

“Fuck this it’ll take too long!” he points to the remaining paparazzi with intact cameras, still shocked and clutching them “Y’all are gonna delete every SINGLE photo you took of that little misunderstanding just now, alright?? Or else I’m gonna keep smashing cameras! Got it??”

They all nod and start deleting hurriedly

“And if ANY a ya think about gettin’ wise and leaking some anyway… well… let’s just say I had a much more deadly occupation than porn star when I was alive…” his face darkens at that, putting on his best godfathers voice to hit it home “And I ain’t afraid a comin’ out of retirement temporarily… Capisce?”

They capisce

He returns to the table with a resigned sigh and combs through his wig to tame it again, taking out a compact to fix his face

Completely ignoring the stunned absence of a smile on Alastor’s

Eventually Angel dares to glance at it and gives him an involuntary cringe

“Ah... Sorry Al…” he starts slowly, stowing the compact away again in his bosom and looking down chagrined “I know I went and made a scene in your favorite place and… and yer probably real mad and all an’… oh damn, Charlie’s gonna kill me if you don’t firs-“

“-Thank you.”

“W.. wait what??”

“Thank you…” Alastor repeated, if only to assure himself he was really saying it “I… it was… I never expected you to get mad…”

“Al?”

“I thought you’d let them… run with it” he waves a hand, explaining himself, somewhat awkwardly “Especially since it… it would help you. Your reputation. To be caught with the radio demon like… like that.”

The way his voice became so small on the last two words worried Angel much more than he’ll ever admit. The way you could hear the mortification behind his smile. He always knew Al was adverse to the act but never had he seen him actually terrified by it. Paralyzed by the stark realization of how close he came to becoming its subject… even if only as a rumor

It simply emboldened Angel’s resolve

the spider scoffed lightly “Well yeah… maybe if that’s what we had been doin’… or if you were into that stuff at all…”

“What?”

“I mean we weren’t even actually tryin’! I was just lookin’ fer a dumb fork for cryin’ out loud-!“

“No… no what about… me being into it?”

a pause, and then a one-shouldered shrug “Well it’s not the same thing as a payin customer is it?… Like you don’ even LIKE sex and stuff and… it’s different when it’s just us flirtin’ and bullshittin’ around at the hotel… I know you hate that too but at least there no one ain’t tryin’ ya capitalize on yer pain. Word never gets out. No one knows just how much I get under yer skin, so it’s almost like it never happened. But these pictures…” he waved both of his right hands in unison, motioning for emphasis “They’re permanent.. and they’d only be helpin’ my reputation while hurtin’ yours…”

Alastor just continues to stare

“A-and the hotel’s… of course…”

Finally a smile returns to his face, but with no hint of anything except appreciation behind it

“Of course…”

Part Four:

The rest of dinner went smoothly

Al had indeed picked well, and the dishes were some of the best Angel had ever tasted, other than his Momma’s cooking of course

When Al made a small chuckle at even that joke, Angel knew he must’ve done something right to land this far in the radio demon’s good graces

Though it could very well be the booze’s doing

Angel had insisted on ordering their drinks to compensate for the fiasco earlier, and had created specialty cocktails for each of them, based on what they ate

He was relieved when Alastor gave a small hum of approval mid-sip, downing a generous amount with an easy smile

And then finishing off three more with dinner

Both were quite full and loose by the time they finished, even getting a small tray of beignets for desert

They found they hadn’t even argued once, save for small asides and joking prods. But really arguing? Hadn’t even crossed their minds. Instead they bonded over jazz artists they both liked, reminisced about the 30′s while filling each other in on the decades they missed, talked a bit about their hometowns, and threw some mutual shade about residents of the hotel they couldn’t stand

Turns out they had quite a lot in common…

They paid on the hotel’s tab and finally headed out to the limo, only swaying slightly and linking arms again to subtly stabilize each other

This time the paparazzi was nowhere in sight, probably long scared off by now

Which is good since Alastor had suddenly removed his arm from Angel’s to pull him in around the waist, keeping the demon from tripping over a nearby curb by pressing him further into his side. Out of reflex, entirely.

After all, it’s not like he’d ever willingly choose to close their proximity. Just like he’d never willingly choose to notice the way Angel’s chest bounced softly against his, or how four hands grasping onto him felt oddly right, or how tempting the velvet hugging the curve of Angel’s lower back became under his fingertips

He’d only occasionally felt this way about accidental invasions of personal space before, and that fact did nothing to reassure him or his nerves

Nor did the pounding of his undead heart in his ears

Angel was also feeling the tension, but for a whole ‘nother reason

Drinks always made him more forward, and having a full belly for once numbed that urge into more of a simmering lust, cozy and comfortable and heavy

Getting tangled up in Alastor’s arms suddenly only made him want one thing

One thing he was telling himself desperately not to do

Which was real hard with Al’s face so so close to his, looking back at him with his own flush dusting along his cheeks and that smile still there, but slightly parted, waiting, hesitant of what it wanted to become but open to suggestions

Suggestions that Angel had plenty of

“You… you were about to trip… my dear…” Alastor finally explained in a hush, dipping a finger into the still water between them and rippling it quietly, grip on him still firm

“…. Ah…” slowly Angel righted himself, not moving away from him, but leaning on him less “That…. that sounds like me…” he offered a lopsided grin at his own joke, daring to look Alastor in the eyes again

Looking for what exactly, he wasn’t sure

And guessed he would never find out, seeing the moment vanish underfoot with the crunch of the limo’s tires, pulling up beside them

Alastor still offered him his hand though, helping guide Angel inside first, then sliding in after

Sitting at least one person apart, the drive begins in unsteady silence, neither exactly looking away but definitely not trying to confront anything either

That is until Alastor starts to fidget with his bow tie, inexplicably feeling very warm

Deciding to simply undo it entirely and redo it looser, he starts it out like usual, but his fingers can’t seem to find their footing and keeps losing track of the last few steps

On the third try, Angel sighs dramatically beside him

“Honestly Al…”

And just like that, the spider is making use of his extra arms and tugging the whole mess loose again, faces mere inches apart as he concentrates and deftly reties it in a perfect bow, which gently hugs the base of Al’s throat as his adam’s apple bobs with a nervous kind of grace

It ends far too quickly and now there is nothing left to keep them in this close… nothing Alastor can invent to explain away how Angel’s fingers linger on the edges of the fabric, or how he wants to undo more of his clothing just for those hands to fix him up again

So he does the only logical thing he can think of

The kiss hits Angel with a sort of intensity he wasn’t expecting, feeling himself pulled in by two gloved hands on his bare shoulders, touch light but not unsure, desperate but without any urgency, simply grounding them together in this moment

Their lips moved against each other’s slowly, mounting in a gentle exploration with Angel deferring to Alastor’s lead, his lower set of hands lightly resting along Al’s hips, asking permission at first until a soft moan granted him it

Eyes fluttering closed, the kiss deepened until it became a series of many, some opened-mouthed, tongues hinting at entering but never actually doing so, and all of them amidst small noises and panting breaths, desire simmering just under the surface of it all

Angel had never kissed like this… never thought to kiss like this… the boiling heat of lust kept at bay by a promise to just make out, to just keep it at another’s pace. All the while flushing his body with a white hot pulsing want that could only wait for someone else to grant it release?? Oh he could die all over again from this torture and would only beg for more. Never getting it being it’s own bittersweet reward

Alastor grappling meanwhile with why he suddenly wanted so very much as well, why, as he clung to Angel’s soft fur-lined skin and let their mouths dance relentlessly, he never once wanted to pull away. Never wanted to run and hide in the solace and safety of the self, was all too happy to let Angel’s hands cup and hold his hips and reward him with moaning sounds he rarely ever makes

His head was swimming in it, and he was oddly eager to let himself drown

Eventually they parted, breathless and slow but mutual, eyes opening again and glossily gazing at the other, searching for silent signs of yes, no, more?, sorry?, good?

“A-Al… I..”

Fingertips graced the speaking lips to silence them again, a small shake of the head a confirmation of no apology needed. “… That was… I liked that…” He offered, smiling small and gentle for once, an acknowledgement of how very rare this had really been. How nothing about this was usual, but not necessarily unwanted

Angel was now convinced he’d died twice

“You… yeah?” he smiled back, just as hopeful

Another nod, Alastor chewing words behind his closed mouth, clearly processing something

“… I don’t… I don’t want you to get… too excited but…”

Angel surprised him with his patience

“… I have kissed before. I… actually more than that as well but...” he shakes his head to keep himself on track before he loses his nerve “It’s not often. And it’s definitely not for fun… not for just… anyone.”

Angel hopes to heaven his smile isn’t too excited

a small exhale before continuing “What I’m trying to say is…. I can’t guarantee anything. I cant... predict how I’ll feel about more… or about everything. But I can tell you that I liked this. And… I’d like to do this sometimes… with you. If you don’t push me for more…”

Two hands held Alastor’s close to his chest, squeezing them once with an earnest smile

“I promise Al. I promise I won’t push… at least I’ll really really try. I know I’m shitty at self-restraint and I won’t lie, I’m fuckin’ pent up as shit right now…” his small chuckle was met with a slightly sarcastic eyebrow, feigning momentary annoyance “But… but I really liked that too. I ain’t never… I ain’t never felt this good after just makin’ out! I didn’t know I could…”

Alastor hums a bit in amusement, hands traveling from Angel’s grip to slide gently down the sides of the velvet dress he’s poured into “Well… seems tonight was a good one for a lot of firsts…” he watched Angel’s small shiver with some glee “Though I might just blame it all on this devilish dress…”

a breathless chuckle “Oh yeah, Al? You like it that much?”

“Yes…” no hesitation as he strokes small circles into the fabric with his thumbs, just over the start of Angel’s hipbones “I’ve always been partial to velvet…. and pretty creatures wearing it…”

Their second kiss lasted all the way home

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severalthousandeyes · 7 years

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Enamored ~ Chan x Reader Oneshot

genre: fluff

word count: 1,386

summary: You met him freshman year of high school. He was an exchange student from Australia. He came into your home room class with the softest dimpled smile and you were gone from the moment you saw him.

He sat in the row to your left and you didn’t have the strength to not sneak glances (and prolonged stares) at the pretty boy with blonde hair that sat next to you.

You couldn’t help but be enamored with Bang Chan.

“Chan, that doesn’t even make sense.”

“Yes it does Y/N, if 1000 bees and 3 bears are fighting, the bears would totally win rigght??”

“Uh I guess?”

“See I told you Minho! Y/N is the smart one!”

“No, the bees would sting the bears to death, your argument is invalid.”

“You’re stupid, the bears would just eat the bees”

“You mean to tell me 3 fucking bears would eat 1000 FUCKING BEES!”

“YES THEY WOULD”

At that point you started to tune out of the conversation, at least as much as you could seeing as Minho and Chan were yelling at each other.

The three of you walked home together from school everyday since freshman year.

Now that it’s your senior year, the three of you were almost inseparable.

Minho’s house was the first house on your way home so he left first.

“Bye Y/N. And Chan, this is not over we will discuss this further”

“I really hope so, because I want to see your face when you realize you’re wrong”

“Yea okay. Byyye”

Minho waved goodbye and walked up his driveway, and you and chan continued the way to your respective houses.

Your house was the second stop. And then Chan lived two house over.

You and Chan walked in a comfortable silence the way to your house.

Even though you, Minho, and Chan came as set, you’ve always wished you could have something more than friendship with Chan.

You met him freshman year of high school. He was an exchange student from Australia. He came into your home room class with the softest dimpled smile and you were gone from the moment you saw him.

He sat in the row to your left and you didn’t have the strength to not sneak glances (and prolonged stares) at the pretty boy with blonde hair that sat next to you.

You couldn’t help but be enamored with Bang Chan.

He befriended your current best friend Minho and then the two of you became friends.

The three of became to trio you are now after three years.

“Can I tell you something?”

Chan broke your chain of thought as the two of you stopped in front of your driveway.

“Of course. What’s up?”

Chan went from relatively relaxed to nervous in a second. What could he possibly tell you that would make him this nervous?

“You know, nevermind. It’s not that important.”

“No. Chan. I hate when you do that. What is it??”

“Don’t worry Y/N I swear it doesn’t matter”

“Ok fine”

You backed down reluctantly. It had to have been at least a little important. If it wasn’t why would he ask if he could tell you?

“Bye Y/N. I’ll text you later.”

He sent you pure dimpled smile that made you want to squish his cheeks, and you completely forgot being aggravated.

“Bye Chan”

You waved goodbye and went into your house.

It was around 2am and you were still up on instagram and tumblr, looking at memes.

Occasionally sending some to the group chat you had with Chan and Minho.

It was probably time for you to go to sleep, you weren’t particularly tired. But just so you got at least 4 hours of sleep.

channie: hey are you awake?????

y/n: yea i was just about to go to sleep tho

y/n: why??

channie: open your window

y/n: tf why

channie: pls just do it

y/n: boi no. w h y

channie: i’m at your window

channie: pls oppen

channie: it’s cold af

“You’re fucking what?!?”

You whisper yelled under your breath. You get up from your bed and walk to window. And sure enough Chan is sitting there with the cutest smile and you can’t even bring yourself to be mad.

You open your window all the way so Chan can come in.

You can tell he is trying to be as graceful as possible getting in. His foot gets caught on the window cill and he almost falls on his face getting into your room.

“Ahem hi.”

“Hi Chan. What exactly are you doing at my window at 2am”

He looks gorgeous. And so soft.

You’re kind of mad because he (not really) woke you up but at the same time you heart is beating at the speed of light. Can he hear it?

He is wearing a oversized red sweatshirt and he has the sleeves pulled up around his hands. He rubs his neck sheepishly.

“Hey, hey. What’s going on? Is everything okay?”

Your head starts spinning. Could something possibly be wrong? What’s happening?

“Oh yea. Everything is fine. Kind of”

“Chan please. Don’t make me play a guessing game. Just tell me what’s going on”

You try to keep your tone reassuring, just in case something is actually wrong

“I need to tell you something. And I need you to promise you won’t get mad”

“I cant exactly promise that Chan”

“Y/N I need you to”

“Ok I promise”

He takes a big inhale and exhale. You’re bracing yourself for anything. Chan can be really unpredictable at times.

“Alright. I’ve wanted to tell you this for a really long time. And I was going to tell you earlier but I got too nervous. And I was just going to tell you over text but that felt like a cop out-“

“Chan you’re rambling”

“Right sorry.”

“Please tell me what’s wrong”

“Nothing is wrong. It’s just-“

You’re waiting for him to say something, anything. The way he is saying everything it sounds like a.. confession?? No. That’s impossible.

“Okay. Fuck it. I’m just gonna say it.”

“Okay?”

“Y/N.. I love you. Like not just in a friend type of way. Like in the way I want to kiss you and hug you and hold your hand and go on cliche dates with you. And I think I’ve loved you since I came to this high school.”

It’s not impossible then. Your mind was going in a hundred different directions. You saw that Chan was still talking and you were trying to listen, but you just couldn’t.

The only thing your mind could focus on was Chan loved you.. He said it and he meant it. He came to your window in the middle of the night. And confessed to you.

“- and I’m so sorry if you don’t feel the same way and I’ve now ruined our friendship for the rest of eternity -“

“Chan?”

“Yea?”

“I love you too. I want to kiss you and hug you and hold your hand and do all the stupid couples things that we cringe at. And I know I’ve loved you since you came to our high school.”

Chan looked absolutely dumbstruck. He had been rendered speechless, now that had to be a first.

Refusing to let your eyes leave his face, you had to make sure he knew you meant it.

He lunged forward and enveloped you in a hug. His long arms wrapping around your frame. You burried your face in the juncture between his neck and shoulder.

You put your arms under his own and pulled him as close as possible. He was impossibly warm and smelled like honey and sandalwood.

You two stayed intertwined for a good couple minutes. Neither party wanting anything else but to be exactly where they were.

He loosened his grip slightly and looked down at you. You looked up him while still having your arms wrapped around his torso.

“Y/N can I kiss you?”

“I would love that”

He smiled softly before he pulled one of his hands up to rest on your cheek.

He started to lean down and your eye fluttered closed. A moment later soft, plush lips met yours. The next moment you decided that kissing Chan was your favorite pass-time.

He pressed his lips into yours a little more and moved his head. Both of you were chasing each other lips. Never wanting to lose the feeling.

The first kiss of Y/N and Bang Chan seems to last forever, but was broken a forever too soon.

He stared down at you like all the constellations were in your eyes.

“I love you”

“I love you too”

You couldn’t help but be enamored with Bang Chan.

so i wrote a fic based on a post that i made yesterday (this post) yaay. i honestly cant decide if im proud of this or if i regret everything.

@jeongn

#bang chan #chan x reader fic #stray kids fanfic #stray kids

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sweetlikekkul · 4 years

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Run! Day

run was great i love them, cant wait for minimoni next week

today is weird again. the last 5 days i woke up naturally (idek how tf) but not today. and within 10 mins of waking up i was sitting in the kitchen eating fish :/

today also wasnt that weird, idk. nearly 3am now and i am feeling less weird than in the afternoon, no damn clue how that is possible. sidenote: my dads new motion sensor for automatic light at night is actively discouraging me from going to the bathroom in the evenings.

but i dont know, i think i am fine today actually. what was for lunch hmmm oh yeah i already mentioned the fish. i have to cook tomorrow. meh. that means i have to get up. meh. this feels sooo strange timing-wise rn, i couldnt remember the lunch bc i was sure fish must have been yesterday, bc it feels so long ago. the days feel really long in itself, but at the same time it is just over in a heartbeat bc i dont do anything (expect be online-) and days pass in total... Fast ? day 46 of no hugs today. and it doesnt feel like i only stopped specifically counting 6 days ago, at the same time.... stopping counting nearly a week ago? that sounds right. my wrist dot only being 13 days old???? as fckn if. time is weird. but that was my actual point when i started this post too, cuz.. tuesday? sounds fake. it's Run! BTS day.

and i wanted to write some stuff about yesterday and the day before, too, i like the random titles too much to change it there, so this is gonna be one Massive post.

two days ago: i had the strawberry cheesecake muesli mix with fresh banana and strawberries and it was reallyyy good.

yesterday: i went on a lil walk taking selfies ay and i loved some and even posted some! and i like them, they turned out really cute, i love my septum in them, the trees look fantastically green. yas actual validation through likes and comments! (lmao) oh i forgot that i was really looking through songs i like recently for the caption but i still ended up with 00:00 hah it be like that

i dont remember anything else. idk. nothing worth saying i guess. oh, had some breakdowns i assume. OH yeah i was insanely unreasonably angry. i posted the flower series (three days ago now) and my one friend liked i think five of them that same evening. i was like ok, she isn't the type to check my whole profile then, so i unarchived nearly all of the a few days older ones. but. the next morning she had liked all flowers and more of the older ones too. and i cant explain it, dont know why, but i hated it. i hated that ""my aesthetic of no likes was ruined"" idk. i was so angry. and i softblocked her i might go to hell now. really relieved my mind for some reason and yeah. well. got only 3 followers now lmao. and she didnt even see the most "revealing" ones with the most text. so.... i was freaking out over normal functions of instagram. and two days ago another friend posted a picture and i got angry over that???

and i really did not do anything today. oh, i didnt go on walk today bc it was really grey and meh. thats part of why i didnt like waking up bc it felt so dark and grey, the blue sky has made md spoiled oh wow i am very much glued to my phone again. and i Do Not like it, but. it's hard. somehow. i was painting the lil chest some days. oh haha my parents didnt like that i used the water based paint basically on the floor bc it could get into the small spaces between the cork. uh i think it is too late for that, that already happened a couple of years ago when i was painting more colorful stuff. i actually did pick up my clothes from the floor... yesterday maybe? or longer ago? and changed the bedding. and that's about it. but i still want to try. try more. do better. i want to leave this functioning. thinking about getting a job again. might as well, especially with slim plans to do anything at all in summer.

#run bts

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 7 years

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okay, so you reblogged the 10 qs post which makes me happy bc i've been wanting to ask you some qs about TF&TF but i thought it'd come across as me being nosy... anyway, please answer 3, 4, 5, 6, and 9. (you totally don't have to, ofc lol)

Oh God, never nosy! I like talking about my writing since everyone irl ignores me.

3. There were actually a few parts. I type my fics as I go meaning that I don’t have an out line and kind of just let it write itself which is why quiet and loneliness is so important to me lest someone interrupts my flow. With that in mind, most of part 16 because I couldn’t get peace and quiet for most of it; I was with family and they were all being super loud and the tv was on and what not.

I think the peak hardest was part 17. Part 17 was sort of a filler because, not gonna lie, I literally didn’t know where to go from part 12; my concept was ‘Azula is cursed by a spirit, she falls in love with Sokka and it breaks’. After that I was kinda like ??? Like I knew they were going to get married by the end and fall in love once and for all but what goes in between?

4. For one all of the typos I caught after the fact. I still don’t proof read because I don’t have the attention span…and I type them kind of late at night and after I finish the chapter I’m pretty much asleep lmao.

That aside I’d change a part in part 21; I totally forgot that I wanted him to make a remark about how Hogoseki would recognize Azula’s aura anywhere. Just to kind of emphasize how much time has passed. I’d also hint at her pregnancy more. That was pretty much a last minute decision.

Oh and also I was gonna have Muzuko in a tux. But I forgot that too and I am upset lol.

5. See above lmao. I had a very, very vague outline. But as mentioned it ended in part 12 and I was pretty much going in blind for the last 10 chapters. So like a half an outline. Usually I don’t even have an outline at all so this one was special.

6. I didn’t really scrap any scenes so much as alter them. 70% of my fics are based on day dreams. In my day dreams I confess to making Azula like 110% more emotional because idk I’m way too into hurt/comfort and in my day dreams there’s a lot of hurt. So like she cried a lot more in the original script to the point where it bordered on OOC. You can kind of tell where I watered that down. In other words, “for a moment he thought he was going to see her cry again” is my not so subtle way of saying, ‘lmao she totally did cry but not in the published script.’ Suki was also a bit bitchier but I didn’t want to be that author who shits on another character to prop a ship up. It annoys me when authors do that because you don’t have to make an asshole of a character for the other ship to work. Other than that parts 1-12 stuck to the script I originally thought of.

Pretty much all of 13-22 was added in. I didn’t think I’d be typing this fic for that long. I also anticipated only doing 20 parts at most. The baby was definitely an add on, as mentioned before. Hogoseki redemption was too–I was debating whether or not to do it at all. Muzuko lmao. He wasn’t in the original plan but I wanted Azula and Sokka to have a frog friend.

Basically 1-12 were full of cut outs and 13-22 were full of add ins.

9. The whole curse bit. It wasn’t even gonna be Sokkla at first. Funny story I have a thing for transformation be it physical or mental or both. I enjoy reading and writing fics where one of the two (or even better, both) happen. Werewolf fanfics are best fics. The whole “x by da,y y by night” plot. So yeah, the fic very much started out as simply, ‘Azula is cursed too look like x, she needs to fix.’ And that’s when Sokkla came in because that’s how she fix.

#fanfiction #the fishbone and the firelily

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sarcastic-dogood · 7 years

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Murven text post AU where Raven and Roan are dating and Murphy schemes to break them up because HE SAW HER FIRST AND THAT ICE NATION BASTARD HAD NO RIGHT TO ASK HER ON A DATE BEFORE HE DID! 😉

The Island of Misfit Delinquents

10:09 am

Caw Caw Little Birdy: WHO’S GOT TWO THUMBS, A SEXY RED DRESS, AND A HOT DATE WITH ROAN AZGEDA TONIGHT?!?!?!?!?!

Murph-Man: Your mom?

Caw Caw Little Birdy: THIS GIRL

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Dammit Murphy

Caw Caw Little Birdy: You fun-sucking, last-piece-of-pizza snatcher, lotioned foot slipping around in a sock, uncouth garbage human, son of a bitch

Blake 1: You’ve gotten real creative with your insults lately

Blake 2: Rey just shit on your entire life son

Commander Clarke: #loveofmylife

Blake 1: #rude

Caw Caw Little Birdy: ANYWAY

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Roan’s got it all planned out He’s picking me up at seven and we’re going to a fancy dinner and a show. There’s also talk about getting coffee as we leisurely stroll back to my apartment under the light of a thousand brilliant stars, conversing about interesting topics

Murph-Man: Roan Azgeda: A modern day Jane Austen

Blake 2: Calm yo tits, Mr. Darcy

Commander Clarke: Murphy is SUCH a Darcy

Murphy-Man: Wut

Blake 1: Clarke is Jane Bennet and I’m Mr. Bingley

Blake 2: I’ve always wanted to be a snotty society lady

Blake 2: Count me in as Caroline Bingley

Murph-Man: I actually hate you all????

Caw Caw Little Birdy: I’M LIZZIE BENNET

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Watch me read all the books and slay men’s hearts with a slightly haughty attitude

Caw Caw Little Birdy: I deserve more than to be married off to a rich man I don’t love to save my father’s estate

Commander Clakre: ^^^ Same

Blake 2: ^^^ My new Instagram bio

Blake 1 + Murph-Man

10:40 am

Blake 1: So……

Blake 1: How you doing with all this?

Blake 1: And by this, I mean Raven and Roan

Blake 1: And by Raven and Roan I, of course, mean them dating

Blake 1: Murphy?

Murph-Man: Sorry I can’t guzzle vodka and text at the same time

Blake 1: It’s not even noon dude

Murph-Man: Then I’ll put the vodka in some orange juice

Murph-Man: Make some toast

Murph-Man: Call it brunch

Murph-Man: Like a middle-aged rich white woman

Blake 1: Buddy…… no

The Island of Misfit Delinquents

12:34 pm

Caw Caw Little Birdy: When you actually care about how this date will go so you shave your legs

Blake 1: Wow, when should we expect to receive the invitations to your wedding?

Murph-Man: Too much work. Just wear sweatpants and call it done

Commander Clarke: Darcy strikes again

Misson imPOSSIBLE

2:15 pm

Blake 2 added King Azgeda to the group chat

Blake 2: Plan is working perfectly

Blake 2: Or WAS

Commander Clarke: Don’t be passive aggressive to my boyfriend

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Yeah just be flat out aggressive towards him

Blake 1: Well maybe next time we try and secretly try and set up our friends, yOU GUYS WON’T BASE THE PLAN AROUND ME TRYING TO COMFORT PEOPLE

King Azgeda: Our first mistake

Blake 1: Roan you absolute winter coat made out of Wookie fur

Blake 1: Fight me

King Azgeda: With pleasure

Blake 2: #TeamRoan

Commander Clarke: (I-think-tf-not-you-trickass-bitch.jpeg)

Caw Caw Little Birdy: FOCUS YOU BUNCH OF MEME DUNCES

Caw Caw Little Birdy: We WANT Murphy to come and try to stop the date. Not be drunk off his ass

Blake 1: Before we all start yelling at me again, I DID fix things

Blake 1: Miller is covering Murphy’s shift at the precinct tonight. Jasper and Monty are on their way with coffee and the world’s greasiest burgers to sober Murphy up

Blake 2: Then Bell and I will go over right around the time Roan picks Raven up and trick Murphy into sabotaging the date

King Azgeda: And double check him for weapons before he leaves for said sabotage

King Azgeda: That’s important

The Island of Misfit Delinquents

6:43 pm

Caw Caw Little Birdy: I look bomb if I do say so myself

Blake 2: Yeahhhhhhhhhh Rey

Blake 2: Get. Some. ;)

Commander Clarke: Bow-chicka-bow-wow

Murphy-Man: Bow-chicka-bow-wow?

Murph-Man: My eyes have been sinned upon

Commander Clarke: SEND A PIC OF YOUR DRESS

Caw Caw Little Birdy: (Date-Night.jpeg)

Blake 1: Our little girl is all grown up

Commander Clarke: 21 years of sleepless nights, blood, sweat and tears… All for this moment

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Thanks mom and dad

Murph-Man: You look really really pretty Rey

Mission imPOSSIBLE

8:09 pm

King Azgeda: We should have picked a restaurant that served an actual meal

Caw Caw Little Birdy: What even are these portions

Caw Caw Little Birdy: My name is a bird, but I do NOT eat like one

Blake 2: Murphy has left Casa De La Sadness and is on the move

Blake 2: I repeat, on the MOVE

Blake 1: dfsjghorejgirjgjbfdk

Blake 1: I FORGOT TO TAKE THE BASEBALL BAT OUT OF HIS CAR

Caw Caw Little Birdy: FAILamy Blake

Murph-Man + Nathan Miller

8:58

Murph-Man: Hey man what beat are you patrolling tonight?

Nathan Miller: The usual

Murph-Man: That’s good

Nathan Miller: These vague texts aren’t tho

Murph-Man: If you want to pass a polygraph, you drive really slow to the Dropship Theater and you do NOT look closely at the face of the man with the baseball bat when that call comes out

Nathan Miller: WTF

Mission imPOSSIBLE

9:24 pm

Commander Clarke: I’m stationed at the coffee shop across from the theater

Commander Clarke: Also, this coffee tastes like piss so it’s a good thing this whole date is fake because if I were Raven and Roan bought me coffee from this place?

Commander Clarke: I’d dump it all over that nice-ass suit and there would be NO second date

King Azgeda: wow ok

Blake 1: I’m in love?????

Blake 2: Murphy’s on the move

Blake 2: And by move, I mean he iS HAULING ASS WITH A BASEBALL BAT SHHHHIIIIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTT

Blake 1: I’m stuck in traffic what’s happening !!!!!!!!!?

Commander Clarke: Roan looks like a gallant European prince

Commander Clarke: Murphy looks like a disheveled…. Well just like straight up disheveled in a big old grandpa sweater and dark jeans

Blake 2: Roan snatched that bat from Murphy right quick

Blake 1: Catch them hands too lmao

Blake 2: You right lols

Commander Clarke: We’re like all sitting together watching this right now? And we’re texting each other?

King Azgeda: Raven dragged Murphy back around to the parking lot so they could scream at each other in private. And make out

King Azgeda: (my-longest-yeah-boi-ever.jpeg)

Blake 2: You’ve done well young grasshopper

Blake 1: Yeah come across the street and I’ll buy you a cup of coffee as a thank you

King Azgeda: The same coffee your girlfriend said tasted like piss?

Blake 1: That’d be the one

The Island of Misfit Delinquetns

11:02 pm

Caw Caw Little Birdy: (We-Cute-AND-an-Offical-Couple.jpeg)

Blake 1: Murphy flipping the camera off as you guys kiss is everything I expected your relationship to be

Blake 2: AWWWWWWW!!!!! TOGETHER AT LAST

Blake 2: My skin is clear, my bank account is full, an angel delicately plays the harp in the background

Commander Clarke: YOU GUYS CAN DOUBLE DATE WITH ME AND BELL

Murph-Man: Pass

Blake 1: Pass

Caw Caw Little Birdy: Sometimes I’m jealous over how in sync you guys are

Blake 2: *added King Azgeda to Island of Misfit Delinquents*

King Azgeda: Happy for you guys!

Murph-Man: I could have done without the emotional trauma tho tbh

Murph-Man: I’m only 178 pounds of delicate pale skin and sarcasm

Murph-Man: I’m fragile

Caw Caw Little Birdy: It was the only way

Blake 2: We knew your anger would win over your pride

King Azgeda: Why confess your feelings when you can try and beat the fake boyfriend with a baseball bat and hope your point gets across as you shatter the competitions knees?

Blake 2: I would have intervened before he shattered your knees

King Azgeda: Thanks babe

Blake 2: NVWIPVNHPIVHFVNFUGFNROKAETR

Commander Clarke: YOOOOOOOOOOOO

Caw Caw Little Birdy: I KNEW WE FORGOT SOMETHING

Caw Caw Little Birdy: It was supposed to go- Go on Fake date, Murphy confesses his feelings (finally) and Octavia somehow breaks the news to her brother that she’s daTING ROAN

Blake 2: I was going to buy him a history book and get him about three glasses of fancy wine deep before I told him

Blake 2: !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

King Azgeda: …….. well this is awkward

Blake 1: YOU OVERGROWN SCRUFFY LOOKIN, FUR COAT WEARING, WANNABE WARRIOR PRINCE OF SOME APOCALYPTIC UNIVERSE

Blake 1: I WILL FUCK YOU UP

Commander Clarke: Guys you gotta break stuff to him gently he has the heart of an 87-year-old man

Caw Caw Little Birdy: He’s gonna go BOOM

Blake 1: DON’T TOUCH MY SISTER

Murph-Man: I’d actually like to retract my earlier statement about double dates and propose a TRIPPLE date instead

Murph-Man: I think that would be good for our friend group

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