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lorifragolina · 2 months ago

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A well planned plan

Hello! We are almost done with the @harringrovesummerbingo, three more squares to go! This one had been funny for me, I'd like to write better the silly interaction with the siblings and the clumsiness of Billy!

Title: A well planned plan

Square & Prompt: B1 "bily needs help putting sunscreen on"

Rating: Teen and up

Word Count: 1861

Major Tags: Banana jokes (without realizing)

Summary: Max is determined to help his brother getting the guy he likes, now that they are in good terms. They seem reluctant, but she is very good scheming in favour of the new couple!

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Billy used to keep his beauty product hidden in a toilet case under his bed when he lived with Neil: the only things his father allowed were colony and hairspray, and the last was always on the edge. The hair curler, the special conditioner he used eking it out, the wax, the tweezers, not to mention the make up, were strictly forbidden and he had to be really careful when he used them.

Now, he lived with Max and Susan after she finally broke up with him, but sometimes he had difficulties to forget the old habits; anyway he now shared the bathroom only with Max and his products were more than hers, by far.

“Shitbird, did you see my headband…” he pushed Max’s door, semi opened, and caught his stepsister with his blue headband on her hair and a clay mask on her face, trying to paint her toenails.

“Max, how many times I have to say it, pink yours, blue mine,” sighed Billy, who gladly shared his things but was pretty jealous when she took them without permission.

“Well I couldn’t find mine,” she pouted, trying to concentrate.

Billy sighed again, throwing the pink headband against her. “If only you didn’t leave your things around… well, nevermind, I’ll help you with this if you help me put the rollers on”.

Max nodded and Billy sat in front of her, doing her nails.

If someone would tell him a year before that he and Max will share beauty routines so easily, he would laugh in their face. Last summer they were at each other’s throat, and they barely bared to breath the same air; but once Neil went out from their life, it was evident that he was the culprit of the oppressive atmosphere in the house; Billy was already an adult, for his own sake, and he could choose if following his father or leave alone, and Susan let him move in; he found a job in the pool after school until graduation and now he would work full time, and he was glad to give his money to Susan while he was thinking what to do in the future.

He caught Max once trying to do a hairdo on herself, snorting frustrated, and he offered to help her, explaining how to texturize her straight hair and how to twist them in order to avoid the bobby pins to fall off. After that Max shyly asked his help for more hairstyles, then for her nails and without realizing, Billy had become the living Barbie of Max and Jane, and he would even share his collection of glosses and lipstick with them. He taught how to make a perfect cupid’s bow, they laughed a lot together trying to apply fake eyelashes and they definitely became friends.

It had been during a shopping session in the Starcourt that Billy let his guard down and outed himself and his crush on Harrington.

Max dragged him to Scoops Ahoy even if Billy kept saying he didn’t want an ice cream.

��Oh, come on, I want one. Look, I have the money”.

“I’ll wait for you there,” Billy crossed his arms.

“But why? I’ll buy one for you too”.

“I don’t want one, that’s all!”

Their bickering started to attract people’s attention, and even Buckley peeked on the shop door to see the source of that commotion.

Billy saw her and blushed.

“Ok, fine, I’ll come, happy now?”

Max was clueless, obviously, so entered cheerfully in the shop, greeting Steve and Robin warmly.

“Ahoy, sailor! Would you like…,” Steve started, but Billy waved a hand.

“Spare me,” he hissed. Stece chuckled.

“Well, Hargrove, with what can I tempt you today? Plain vanilla or dark, dark chocolate? Or our sweet strawberry or the tasty banana?”

Steve licked his lips and Billy lost his mind.

“… banana” he moaned, before he could really think.

Robin made a disgusted face and Max opened her mouth wide, speechless. Steve gave his banana cone to Billy, and he took it absent minded, incapable to stop staring at him.

“We… we have to go, Billy…” Max grabbed him for his shirt, because there was a little queue waiting behind him.

Billy grinned again at Steve. “Well, Harrington, thank you for your banana… I mean, your cone… the… the ice cream…” he stuttered, while Max was dragging him away. Billy tried to turn back in a hot way to wave to Steve, but he stumbled on his own feets and almost fell over his ice cream.

“What was that?” Barked Max as soon as they left the shop.

“What?” Billy pretended he didn’t understand.

“Come on, Billy, you became a clumsy chimpanzee in there, like… like Mike when he… oh, shit Billy, you don’t… don’t you…?”

“What?” Whined Billy desperately.

“You like Steve!” Giggled Max. “Oh, are you, are you…”

Billy looked around with panic in his eyes.

“Please, please, Max, shut up! Ok, we will talk home, but shut up now, please!”

At home, Billy confessed in tears that he was gay and he had a bit of a crush on Harrington since last spring. Max consoled him saying that she didn’t care, she liked Jane too a little bit and she was as afraid as him to confess it. They didn’t hug, they didn’t do that, but they smiled shyly to one another and became partners in that.

“Why don’t you ask Steve out?”

“Are you nuts? He doesn’t like me, you can be sure”.

“I don’t think so. I’m sure he is cool with you now. You should try”.

“Well I don’t know how”.

“Let it to me”.

A cold shiver shook Billy from head to toe. He was a bit scared of what he had just started.

“I have a plan”, she came out a day, maybe a week after. The summer was stuffy, and she managed that the party was trying to convince Steve, for days, without rest, to throw a pool party. It had been difficult to find pretexts, because Billy constantly gave them free passes for the public pool and they were there every day.

Max knew that Steve had come to the public pool only a couple of times since Billy worked there, and both times he suddenly ran away after seeing Billy diving in the water. She wasn’t stupid and Billy decided to follow her intuition. They only had to put them together them on a poolside, in bathsuits and see what would happen.

“The 4th of July the pool is closed, please, Steve, why can’t we have a party! Who knows where we will be next year. Steve!!” The kids constantly begged him, honking around in the Scoops Ahoy and bothering Robin until the break point.

“Oh, Steve, for God’s sake, please do something, I can’t stand them anymore. I’ll slaughter them one by one if you don’t make them stop!”

“Fine! Fine! I’ll ask my father to call the pool boy and we’ll have that goddamn party! But you will take all the food and the soft drinks, I’ll only buy the booze for me”.

Max smiled inside, pulling another thread of her plan.

“Billy had to come with me because my mother didn’t want me to go without supervision,” whined Max, in a little sorry voice, pouting with glossy eyes, when she arrived followed by Billy at Steve’s house. Billy, again, shivered seeing how good she was manipulating things for her purpose: obviously, Susan didn’t say anything about it.

“I have a watermelon,” giggled Billy, showing the fruit and the cold sixpack he was carrying.

Steve sighed looking at his shirt opened on the smooth, muscled chest and the trunk with a waistline so low he could see almost all Billy’s happy trail, and he started sweating even more. He sighed and opened a can.

Billy sat on the edge of the pool, while Max and the party were playing inside the water. MAx was on the alert at her surroundings and ready for the next part of the plan.

Steve threw the empty can of beer and walked near the pool.

Max looked at Billy and nodded, and Billy took off his shirt, spreading sunscreen on his arms and shoulders. Steve felt a little distracted when Billy rubbed it on his shiny, vibrant pecs.

“Hey, shitbird, come here and help me to put the lotion on my back,” he said in a clear, loud voice. Steve turned his head to them.

“Fuck you,” Max answered. Billy widened his eyes and started raising his voice, while Max turned her back to him.

“I’ll help you,” sighed Lucas trying to calm them.

“No”, Max looked at him with daggers in her eyes and he froze, confused about why she was acting so bitchy out of the blue.

Billy lingered with his tube of cream in his hands, and Steve could see the veins bulging on his temple. Max gave him a straight glance, that he didn’t register consciously, but he moved to the dangerous zone.

“Give me that, I’ll spread you, I mean, the lotion”, he babbled, stumbling on his feet.

Max grunted in the water but she didn’t say anything. She met Billy’s eyes and nodded imperceptibly.

Billy reached a beach chair a little far from them and laid down on his stomach.

“Thank you, princess,” he tried to stay cool but he had to fight for letting his voice out without shaking.

Steve delicately passed his hands on Billy’s already tanned skin, tickling him with his fingertips. He spreaded the lotion well, making him jump and giggle when he touched his sensible hips.

Steve blushed, enjoying the sensation and he couldn’t help getting sweated and drooling.

He stretched his fingers on Billy’s neck, moving his curls, and felt the sudden impulse to kiss and bite there. He pressed a little and Billy squirmed.

“So…” Steve tried to control his voice. “What are your plans?”

“Plans? For the summer?” Billy too tried to appear cool, but he was excited and screaming inside. “I’ll work at the pool, and then…”

“No, I mean… for later,” Steve bent a little over him, and Billy had to hold a moan feeling his breath on the neck.

“I’ll take the shitbird home and then… I’m free”.

“Why don’t we… I’ll go to the hill watching the fireworks, maybe you want to join? I have weed,” Steve stuttered, managing more or less to not seem desperate.

“Ok,” smiled Billy, sitting on and taking the tube from Steve’s hand and indulging in the touch.

Steve bit his lips a little and they smiled together, suddenly knowing everything.

“It worked, shitbird!” He screamed in the car, taking her home, and Max clapped and cheered.

“I knew! You see, I said so!”

“You’re a little smart bitch, you know!”

Billy parked at home and got a quick shower, generously spraying himself with the special occasions colony.

“If I don’t come home, you’ll know everything has been well,” he giggled.

Max nodded and sat with her mother watching TV. At midnight they watched the neighbors fireworks and then she went to bed.

At breakfast, Billy hadn’t come home yet.

#stranger things #writing #billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #fanfic #hsb2024

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euphorial-docx · 2 years ago

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a breakdown of opev reg’s style evolution because i felt like talking about it :)

PART 1: OGNI PARTE E VIVA🍊

in opev, regulus didn’t truly develop a sense of style yet. he was still trying to figure himself out, and figure out a way to express that in ways he was comfortable.

regulus mostly dressed for comfort in opev.

in the warm seasons, he’d wear a lot of loose button ups and t-shirts, shorts or swim trunks. he most of the time wore a pair of converse, and sometimes sunglasses. in the colder seasons, he wore standard cold weather things like sweaters, jeans, gloves, hats, etc etc. he also rewears outfits often.

there were times where he would show some of his personality in his outfits. the things he truly did style were: his hair, his jewelry (namely the star of david necklace), and the occasional band t-shirt. his clothes usually are cool tones, such as blues and cool greens, as well as neutrals like white and black. outside of those things, he dressed pretty generically.

i feel his style reflects the music he listened to at the time. opev regulus was on the new wave train from the start, being a fan of the talking heads and joy division early in their careers. while joy divison was dark in tone, talking heads was relatively upbeat and a more familiar band to regulus as they’d been around longer than joy division.

my inspirations for his outfits was, very unsurprisingly, elio from call me by your name. although i did stray away from the polo shirts, because i didn’t think opev regulus would really wear those. i wanted to keep a sense of put togetherness despite his lack of personal style by having him wear loose button ups a lot and take care of his hair.

there is only one instance in opev where regulus has a chance to dress up a little bit, and that’s when he and james go to an art gallery. regulus wears a button up shirt, jeans, and a jean jacket.

good elio references i looked at a lot for opev:

PART 2: TEMPS SANS FIN🌃

i know we haven’t dived too much into the sequel yet, but oh boy do i have plans for his fashion there.

between opev and tsf, regulus has developed a true sense of self and a sense of fashion of his own. part of that was from his experiences in university, where he dated a musician named chiara who got him more into the new wave/goth music scene. another part was simply him getting older and living independently.

in the 70s regulus dressed for necessity and with a vague new wave influence, and in the 80s he expanded on that a bit.

i’d describe his 80s style as predominately new wave with a bit of goth and new romantics thrown in there.

he has kept with his loose button ups, but has traded his converse for boots and began to experiment a little more with accessories. necklaces, rings, and yes even earrings and nail polish have made their way into his outfits. he’s also began to use makeup, albeit just a little, when it comes to his eyes, reminiscent of the goth and new romantics influences he’s gathered.

his hair has changed over the years, and he’s started doing a variation of the wavy pompadour/elephant trunk hairstyle popular among the new wave scene as well as more mainstream scenes. i imagine the hairstyle to be a bit like duckie’s from pretty in pink, but mostly like elio’s hair in the epilogue of cmbyn.

as i said for part 1, music greatly inspires opev regulus’s style. in the 80s, his edge of goth and new romantics comes from the music he started listening to. he leaned more into goth in the 80s with his love for bands such as the cure (at least early the cure), depeche mode, bauhaus, echo & the bunnymen, and the smiths— he also kept up his love for joy division, while his passion for talking heads faded a bit as they wandered more into pop territory.

inspirations i have for regulus include: john taylor, steve jansen, a little bit of john koviak and robert smith, but heavy with the john taylor

photo inspo (most of which are john taylor. i’m sorry. his outfits are just almost exactly what i picture reg wearing in the 80s.)

#i hope there aren’t spelling mistakes here bc i won’t fix them #fic: ogni parte è viva (every part is alive)#fic: temps sans fin (time without end)

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jacqueline314 · 1 year ago

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BN/MHA x Lupinranger Fanfiction AU

hot-pinkI’ve been watching Lupinranger vs Patranger recently, and I enjoyed every episode so far (rn, I’m at ep17) My mind then then thought, “What if Lupinranger was implied in BNHA/MHA?” So that’s what I did. However it isn’t where Lupinranger powers are converted into quirks, it’s more of a merge of two worlds but there will be no Ganglars nor Patrangers & past Lupinrangers. It’s just going to be a story about an OC Phantom Thief stealing back Lupin Collection Pieces from BNHA’s Yakuza, Villains, Gangs, Leagues, and Museums. Meanwhile, there’s a detective and a UA Student chasing after the Phantom Thief. It has been a while since I’ve done some story writing, and now I’m going to give it another shot. I might do some artwork of this when I feel like it.

Pilot

In a world where the majority of people poses a unique ability called a Quirk, there are those who will use their supernatural abilities for good or evil. However, there are a very few number of people who don’t need to rely on a quirk to do get the job done.

Hidden from the public streets, there is an underground Masquerade Casino, being run by a Yakuza Family. This Yakuza in particular are a group of gunslingers who were each rejected by society for having a worthless/useless quirk. Almost every member is highly trained to use a gun by carefully watching and learning from the pro hero Snipe. Even though their level of skill is far from the pro, they are still considered dangerous to the average person.

Blending in among the Yakuza, is a hero in training, infiltrating them to retrieve a stolen piece. Momo Yaoyorozu. A UA Student disguised in a hot-pink color dress with a ribbon wrapped around the waist and tied to a bow at the back. Carries a hand bag over her shoulder. Her hair style is also different, so it’s to make people not recognise what her normal hairstyle looks like. Her new hair has two long bangs that split and go down to the side of her face. Her tied hair is relatively similar but it’s styled in a curved design. And of course, a mask to obscure her facial features. This is a masquerade, after all.

Five days ago, while Momo was working for Majestic, her work study mentor got an unsuspecting visit from a detective named Gorou Ogasawara. He has seen Yaoyorozu’s performance in the school sports fest and license examination. And based on what Majestic told the detective, he finds her as a reliable asset. Even though she’s young, he sees great potential in her.

Detective Gorou offers Momo an opening to a sting operation with him. He informs her about an up coming underground masquerade casino, held by a yakuza. They learned from their sources that they will be selling a prized Jewel that was stolen from a historical museum 5 years ago.

The detective went to Momo for her quirk and her careful wits. And after giving it a day to consider, Yaoyorozu agrees to help Detective Gorou with the sting operation.

The jewel that was stolen is known as the Calder Jewel. Encased in a gold piece, that’s aesthetically designed to be, descriptively, a canopy of a tree. It’s also worn as a neckless.

In order to get pass the security unnoticed, Momo has to break in by disguising herself as a staff member and then change in a private room into a formal masquerade attire.

And now that Momo has infiltrated the casino, she has to look around for where the yakuza has kept the jewel.

She passes by an open bar and the tapper(aka: a bartender) asks what she would like to order. Yaoyorozu replies in a nervous tone “N-No thank you. I’m driving.” The tapper happily respects, and goes to another client to serve.

The casino is relatively spacious. There’s three lines of 5 slot machines at one side of the room, 4 total blackjack tables on the opposite, and 8 roulettes filling up the rest of the space. There are two sets of stairs that lead up to the 2nd floor balcony where gamblers can find a couple or few poker tables. In this same spacious area, Momo spots a pair of large doors being guarded, located at the 2nd floor. Perhaps that’s where they’re keeping the prizes.

Momo eventually makes her way up the stairs after pretending to play one of the slot machines so no one would be suspicious of her. When she reaches the 2nd floor, Momo hides behind a corner and informs the detective through her ear piece. “Detective. I’ve spotted the location.” She says. The detective replied “Be careful and be vigilant with your approach.”

When Momo peaks around the corner, she is then spotted by the guard. Momo quickly pulls back to hide, but the guard has already spotted. The guard approaches Momo after she yells out “Hey!” The guard catches Momo and asks a few questions. “What are you doing at the corner?”

In Momo’s head, her thoughts are jumbling around. “What should I do?” “I’m caught!” “Should I fight?” “Immediately run?” The guard slams her hand on the wall to get Momo’s attention. “I’ll ask again, What is your business?”

There is a momentary pause between the two. Before Momo could speak, the guard goes “If you’re not hear to try your luck in roulette, you’re not going to participate in the bidding.”

Thanks to Momo’s quick wits, she under stands what the guard meant. “Oh, Y-yes!” Said Momo. “I’m here to play.” The annoyed looking guard then places her hand behind Momo and shoves her in to the direction of one of the roulette tables. That was close. Her cover was almost blown.

Now in order to avoid suspicion again, Momo steps into the poker table and meets a few poker players and a dealer. After standing in front of them for a moment, Momo quickly takes an empty seat on the table. Fortunately for her, the other gamblers are about to start another round. The dealer looks at Momo, and lets out a cough to get her attention. Momo turns and is puzzled by the way the dealer is looking at her. Did she do something wrong or is it an actual bad time to join?

The player next to Momo gives her a nudge by the elbow to inform her. “Your poker chips?” Said the player. That’s right! She knew she forgot something. She tells the dealer to wait for a minute, then she put’s her hand in her bag to “bring out some poker chips” In actuality, she’s just making her own poker chips. Fortunately, she has a good look on what they looked like from where she is sitting.

Being relatively new to gambling, she just drops an arm-full of poker chips onto the table. She then mimics the other players on how they organize their poker chips. Once Momo has fixed her pile, she’s ready to play.

The dealer deals out each player 2 cards faced down, after two players raise the pot. Each player secretly checks their cards. Momo’s cards are the 4 of clubs and the 8 of hearts. When the player next to her calls their chips, everyone turns to Momo to she what she does.

Momo is relatively nervous playing, but fortunately Detective Gorou has already taught her how to play. As it was her turn, she calls her chips to the pot. Once all the players have placed in their starting bets, the dealer places 3 cards face up on the table. There’s the 5 of spades, king of hearts, jack of spades. One of the players fold, and the others call. The next card is placed and it’s the Ace of diamonds. All of the players, including Momo, checks their turn. The final card, the 3 of hearts, is placed. This is the final turn of the round. The other players have checked their turn. Momo is carefully studying her cards and the probability. Eventually, she checks too. Once all of the cards are revealed, the winning pot does to the player at the opposite end of the table. This is just the first game, Momo will win next time.

After a while, Momo walks out of the poker room with her poker chips. After losing and winning multiple rounds, she earns 2% more than she initially started. There was not much of a profit from playing poker.

Momo then places the poker chips into her bag. Just as she was done pouring, she accidentally bumps the side of a person while she was not looking as she walks.

As Momo and the person in front of her catches themself, they go “Oh pardon me.” before turning towards her. Momo sees the person in front of her wearing a black morning coat attire with some pink aesthetics, a pink decorative mask, and a fedora with a pink ribbon around. Everything about their outfit gives out a pink aesthetic yet still dressed formal.

Once the two looked at each other, Momo softly yips before bowing forward. “I’m deeply sorry!” She apologize. “I wasn’t paying attention on where I was going!”

The pink person replies, “That’s quite alright, ma’am. In fact, I should be the one apologising you. For I just came out of the poker game.”

“Oh really?” Momo awkwardly laughs as she tells them her first experience playing poker. “I didn’t get lucky with every hand I got.“

“You’re just relatively new to gambling. Heck, I bet a lot in these games but I’m not a gambler. I only lasted one round of the game that I was just in. I betted 500 and I lost 500.” They laugh at their own irony. “I just started playing and I only bet in a poker game, Once.”

Momo finds it hilarious too, but also feels sort of bad for their loss.

Once after the two of them shared a laugh, the pink anonymous takes a drink from their glass that’s shaped like a bee hive, topped with a honeycomb and a piece of cotton candy.

While they were savouring their drink, Momo’s ear piece goes on and she hear’s Detective Gorou’s voice. “Yaoyorozu.” He said. “Come in. Have you spotted the stone yet?”

Momo turns to secretly respond. “Negative.“ She replied. “The room is being held by guards until the bidding starts. I have to blend in until they’re open.“

“Affirmative.“ The detective then ends the call.

When Momo turns back after the call, she sees the guard who yelled at her earlier, had just turn towards her direction. “Did she see me that I was in a call?” “Does she suspect me?” These are the thoughts that are going around her head.

"Say, I can lend you all of my chips.“ Said the pink individual.

Momo is shocked when she heard their offer. “Uhh, n-no. I can’t do that.”

“I insist. You can use them to earn more chips.”

The offer is intriguing to Momo. The chips she has in her bag are her creation and doesn’t want to inflate the economy. So using the actual money would sustain it.

“That’s... Quite generous of you. But are you actually fine with this? Giving your money to a complete stranger you just met? Aren’t you interested in buying something from the bidding as well?”

“I only came here to have fun.” They replied. “And fun I will have!“ They raise their hive glass as they cheer.

“O-okay.” Said Momo, hesitantly. “I’ll accept your offer.“

“Very well. Shall we?“

“Ehh? You’re coming with me?”

“Sure.” The pink anonymous opens one side of their coat, showing the poker chips being kept in their pocket. “Someone has to carry them while your bag is already full.“

Momo looks down at her bag then sees and feels how cramped it is inside. Right... She hasn’t realised until now.

And so, the two of them head down stairs to bet in other games. Roulette was worse than poker, it’s too random to come up with a strategy. Slots are next, however, 10 times in a row, they won nothing. That is until Blackjack. Momo made a huge comeback with her wits of probability analysis. In the end, they earned about half from what they’ve started with.

After the back to back gamble, the pair sits down at the open bar. Momo still refuses to drink while Mx. Pink orders the same glass from before.

The tapper takes out the hive-shaped glass and sets it on the table. Then pours in 1 part of whiskey, half-part mead, honey, maple syrup, and stirs until the honey-syrup is diluted. He then adds a piece of honeycomb and cotton candy, before sliding it to Pink. They thank the tapper and takes another sip.

To Momo, that looks like a lot of sweet flavours going into their mouth. Perhaps too sweet for Momo’s liking.

“I’ve got to say, you have quite a sweet tooth there.” She said.

Pink replies. “Well, this is a night where we get to be happy. Does it not?”

Momo sees how genuine their smile is. Even though this person might be a criminal, she can hear the tone of happiness in their voice.

Momo nods to their response. It’s probably a good thing that they gave her all of their chips. Otherwise, they would’ve been devastated when they found out that a particular item was taken from the bidding? If they didn’t crossed paths, would they still attend the bidding and be wiped out by the competition?

A moment passes, everyone in the casino then hears the speakers turn on. Everyone hears a message. “Attention. We may now be starting the bidding in 5 minutes. Please bring your chips and pick a number sign. Those who out their chips together with others are allowed. And to those who do not have any, will be kicked out of the casino immediately.” When the ends, the speakers become silent. Then, Momo sees the majority of gamblers start heading their way to the two doors where she suspects where the jewel might be. The other players are cashing out and leave. The staff are leaving as well.

Momo stands up and turns to Mx. Pink. “Looks like this is where we part. I appreciate your help but I need to head up there.” Before she could hold out here hands to receive their poker chips, Mx. Pink stands up and says “Wait a moment.”

And just as they start to walk over, Momo’s thoughts are running around her head again. “What?” “D-did they change their mind after everything?” Was being so generous an act to get more chips?”

When they stand next to her, they let out an unexpected info.

“I thought you were just here to get extra money, but you actually want to bid on something. You see, those chips I gave you are registered to me. If you walk up there with my chips alone, they’ll accuse you for stealing from other.“

Does that mean the chips Momo created wouldn’t be accepted?

“What do you mean by ‘registered’?“ She asked.

“You remember that one staff who provide you your chips, asks for your thumb prints? Well, that means you registered an account. And for every chip that was first touched gets added to the player’s account. This is so that no greedy gambler here would snatch anyone’s chips.”

Oh no. The detective heard what that individual said was not aware of the anti-piracy system. This is bad. How is Momo going to take the jewel now?

Pink turns and sees the troubled look on Momo’s face.

Momo looks down and is standing in the middle of the room, internally panicking. She messed up. The sting operation has failed.

Pink holds out their open hand to Momo. When she sees the hand, she looks up to them. “It’s okay.” They said. “Your not going to get in trouble, because I’m going to be paired up with you.”

Well, that’s quite kind of them to say, but that’s not really the problem. Before Momo could say anything, Pink grabs her right hand and pulls along with her to the two doors, up on the 2nd level.

When they arrived in front of the door with the guards.... guarding the door, each holding a device. Mx. Pink demonstrated how the device works. They take their poker chip and place it in the slot. Then they press their thumb on the scanner. The light turns green, meaning the chips belong to them.

Now it’s Momo’s turn. She’s entirely anxious at this moment. Her poker chips are a fraud. This is not going to end well. Momo opens up her bag, reaches in, and pulls out one of her chips. Pink then snatches the chip from her fingers and places it in the slot. Now, is is the troublesome part.

Momo hesitantly reaches out and presses her right thumb on the scanner. As it’s pressed, the device starts scanning, analyzing the her thumb print. Momo readies herself for the worst. When the device says negative, she just has to fight her way through the guards and break into the stash some ho--

The light on the device turns green. Confirming her chips are valid. This has come to a surprise for Momo. How did the light turn green?

“You’re clear. C’mon in.“ Says the guard. The ear piece is still active. Detective Gorou was being so worried about Momo getting caught, he let out a big sigh of relief when she is granted access. He would’ve called for back up and stormed the casino if anything bad happened.

Before she could question to herself more, Pink grabs hold to her hand again enters the room.

Once they enter, the doors close behind them. The room they have entered gives off a small cinema vibe to it. There’s multiple rows of chairs and a stage at the front with small sets of stairs leading up to the stage. There’s a large curtain backdrop and two lines of yakuza guards on each side across from each other.

The speakers in the room turn on, and the two head over to take a seat. The bidding is starting. When they sat down, Pink whispers to Momo. “You can use all of my money to buy anything you want.” and then goes back to their sitting position.

That’s generous of them, but Momo has eyes on a bigger prize. The first item to bid is a gorgeous chinese house pot with a lid. It looks really pretty. Momo has about 10 of them in her [“house”]. Pink whispers over to Momo again. “This is one is an antique.” They said. “This used to be a soup pot.”

Momo turns her head and looks over to Pink with a concerned face. Pink’s comment even get picked up by the ear piece microphone, Detective Gorou becomes puzzled also.

Pink continues to whisper. “No one uses them anymore, but back then, in almost every household in china, they have pots like that one, used for making soup. That’s why the pot has a lid, to prevent the steam from escaping. Now a days, we have modern cooking pots and stoves to have better control.”

So it used to be a kitchen utensil. Imagine using an old kitchen pan or steamer to act as a plant pot. That would be weird for a lot of people.

Once the pot was sold to the highest bidder, now comes the second round. An anthropomorphic shark walk in, wearing the same attire as the yakuza, carries something with a blanket over, on a dolly. This is strange considering that there are no yakuza members with powerful quirks. Momo’s friend, Tsuyu Asui, talked about her experience with a shark quirk during her internship and how strong he was in her encounter. So why is there a shark in the yakuza?

When everyone sees the shark, all of the guards draw out their gun. Looks like he isn’t apart of the them. He doesn’t seem hostile yet either. He’s just slowly walking on stage.. Once the shark stands in the middle, he sets the dolly down and then pulls away the blanket. He reveals a tied up old man with duct tape on his mouth. It looks like he’s struggling to get out.

The audience and guards gasped when they say all saw what was under the blanket.

The shark draws out a gun and points it at the old man. “You damn bastards!” Shouted the shark. “Do you even know what it’s like to lose someone you love?! You all treated him like one of you. And then you just threw him under the bus?!”

The guards point their guns directly towards the shark. He sees them and places the tip of the barrel at the old man’s neck. “Go ahead! Your guns aren’t strong enough to penetrate my skin. If you do, I’ll blow your boss’s neck off.”

The old man is the head of the yakuza? Momo turns to the guards and sees that they’re shaking as they’re holding their guns. They eventually lowered them before the shark swaps out a tommy gun and starts spraying the room. He mainly aimed at the guards while the audience and Momo ducked down. A couple got shot.

Momo tells Pink to take cover before she crawls over to the other side of the sitting row. The detective hears gunfire and immediately calls for back up.

At the end of the row, Momo peaks over a seat to see the shark. Then she pulls back and creates a shield. She has to take down the villain before things escalate.

Momo rolls out the seats and runs up the stairs with the shield facing towards the shark. He sees her running and then fires the gun at her, but the shield reflects off the bullets, protecting her. She rams it at the villain, making him drop the tommy gun.

Momo quickly creates a rod and swings it at the shark. When she strikes however, there was no damage done. The villain absorbed the force like a brick wall. He grabs the rod and tosses Momo across the stage. Just as she gets up, the villain then pulls out his hand gun again and places the tip at the same spot on the yakuza boss.

“It’s useless. No one is going to help him.” Says the villain. “He’ll be the first to pay for what he did!“ Said in an infuriating tone.

To Momo, hope is not lost. By now, the detective has already called for back up when he heard the gun shots picked up from her ear piece. She just needs to stall for time until they arrive. But the real challenge is, how is she going to save the yakuza boss?

Just then, she notices a red card flung into the air. It changed trajectories and flies pass the shark’s hand. Giving him an unbearable sting on his and and dropping the gun, before the card vertically sticks onto the stage floor.

The boss, Momo, and the villain, focuses on the card when it landed. They look concerned on how it got here.

“Ehh?” says the villain. “What is this.” He then hears a gunfire as he fells something hitting his back before he fall down to his face from the force behind him. His fall domino effected the yakuza boss, making him fall as well. Momo heads over to the boss and crates a sharp tool to quickly cut the rope.

After shots were fired, the shark and Momo hear a voice replying to the villain’s question. “You may have tough skin, but everyone gets paper cuts.” To Momo, it’s entirely familiar.

The two looked behind the villain and sees the Pink Maskarade person with a fedora. Momo thought they were still hiding. She then noticed a strange looking gun in Pink’s hand. It’s white with some orange stripe features and a grip handle at the back. She has never seen a gun or a blaster like that before.

“Your weapon may have hurt me.” Says the shark. ”But your power will be overwhelmed by mine!” He says that as he and the freed yakuza boss behind him stands up simultaneously.

There was a brief pause and then the two looked at each other. Just as the villain goes “Huh?!?!” in shocked, the boss immediately flees the room with all of the bidders and other yakuza members in a fast forward zany visual and leaving the doors open.

The villain turns back to Pink with an even angrier look oh his face. “LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE!!! YOU LET MY PREY GET AWAY!!!”

“Well then.” Pink replied. “Looks like you’re my opponent now.” They then pull out a pink-silver aesthetic jet that's the size of their hand. Momo sees it and wonders what they’re going to do with it.

Just before Pink could do anything, the villain picks up the tommy gun he dropped and sprays at the ceiling. The debris then fall on top of Pink. Momo couldn’t help them in time because everything happened too fast. Pink got crushed.

When the villain is about to laugh at their demise, he stops and sees a silhouette in the cloud of dust. When it has cleared, the shark and Momo sees Pink has changed into a black helmet with a pink top hat-shaped mask at the front, and a Pink cloaked tuxedo. They are also holding the gun but with the pink jet from earlier, attached to the gun.

“Ehh? Wh- who are you?!“ the villain asked as they point at Pink-top hat.

Pink replies as they start walking towards the villain. “You didn’t introduced yourself. So you don’t need to know, for now.” Then they start firing a few shots at him. He takes in the hits and shoots back with the tommy gun. Pink evades the bullets, swerving in front of the shark as he continues to lock on them.

Momo takes this opportunity to create something to capture the villain while he’s distracted. She sets one knee down to create a special cannon that’ll shoot soft ammo. Once the cannon is set, the shark turns his head towards her as she hold an orange sphere that’ll fit into the weapon. The villain turns around and points his gun at Momo and fires before she could load up the cannon.

Momo quickly holds up her shield to defend herself from the bullets. Pink sees all of this happening and then blasts the tommy gun out of the shark’s hands. When Momo notices no bullets fired at her, she immediately loads the cannon pointed at the villain, and fires.

The villain gets hit by the projectile then it covers him with a soft-yet sticky substance upon impact. The shark’s body is now trapped in a tar-like blob, leaving his head sticking out. “What is this? Release me at once!” he demanded.

Pink ignores his demands and walks over to Momo. But before they could say a word, she disappears from where she was last standing. Meanwhile, Momo ran to the back of the stage to look for the stolen Jewel. After rummaging around, she finds a jewellery case. Upon closer inspection, the case has already been open and the necklace is gone. “Wha- Who- Where did it go?!” she thought.

Just then, Momo hears the police entering the room and shouting “FREEZE!” and the detective calling out “Yaoyorozu!”. They’re here to apprehend the villain who caused trouble. She immediately heads back to the front of the stage. “I’m alright!” She responded. “But detective, we have a pro-” Just as Momo passes through the back drop, she sees Pink having their hands raised while the police and detective are pointing their guns at them.

Momo stares at the scenario she’s witnessing. Detective Gorou turns his head to Momo. “Yaoyorozu, don’t go near them!” he said. “They’re the Phantom Thief.”

“So they are a criminal.” She thought to herself. But if that’s the case, why would they be so generous by giving all of their money for the bidding and help Momo get through security? If they’d haven’t bumped into each other, they would’ve attend the bidding anyway because the chips were registered to Pink.

“Glad I could help out.” said Pink as they look at Momo. “But I’ll be taking this with me.” Then they hold out the Calder Jewel in their hand. Momo is shocked that the stranger who was helping her, has taken a priceless artifact.

The police opens fire and Pink gracefully evades them while keeping the jewel undamaged. They swiftly run towards the exit door while slipping pass, pushing, and redirecting the cops away. They immediately jumped off the 2nd floor balcony and then lands on the ground floor. Detective Gorou follows along by quickly taking off his long coat, grappling it by the railing, and holding on to the other end as he jumps off. His rope-cloak allows him to decrease his momentum when he reaches to the ground.

The detective stops at 3 feet above ground, then he lets go of his cloak before immediately dashing towards Pink. Who has already called the elevator. The detective jump towards the Phantom Thief to tackle them and prevent from escaping. However, just as the elevator doors open, the Phantom Thief grabs Gorou’s arms uses his momentum turn and redirect him down on the floor. Causing him to feel excruciating force on his body. When he’s on the ground, Pink lets go of his arm and steps into the elevator. The detective watches them press a button and say “Adieu~” before the elevator closes.

The detective is infuriated from the sight of the Phantom Thief escaping. He slams his fist on the ground as he lays there. Momo sees the detective pacing on the floor from the 2nd floor indoor balcony. She then reflects on what happened tonight. She interacted with a criminal, but they helped her get into the bidding room. “Why were they after the Calder Jewel? How did they changed appearance?” She then takes off her mask and looks at ti in her hand. “And who is the Phantom Thief?”

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miitchiji · 3 years ago

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Hi love, I saw request where open… can you do a gender neutral read fluff with baji, Mikey and chifuyu!! Anything that sparks your interest and go with anything(if that makes sense sorry) have a amazing day!

"You're breathing and that's so breathtaking~"

Tokyo revengers boys simp-ing over you

Simp! Baji, mikey, chifuyu x gn! Reader

Sorry for taking so long to finish this request!, also it can be "boyfriend headcanons?" I hope that you will like it, thanks for the request! Btw.

General: fluff, crack/humor

Warning: grammar/spelling errors

Will hype you up in everything and i mean everything.

Did you smile!? Beautiful, did you beat up some people!? Badass, standing there doing nothing but exiting!? That's perfection.

A lot of study dates.

bold of you to assume that he is going to study, it always ends with you scolding him bec he kept looking at you without studying.

His mom will always use you to make baji do whatever she wants, like 'oh! You're not going to study!?, when y/n hearse about that they're is going to be sad thinking that they're the reason behind it :(('.

Will never yell or raise his voice at you, even if you're in argument with him will keep his voice down and hearse what you have to say، and he will apologize with his own way like you would be there chilling and then you will find him sleeping above you but without crashing you with his weight, and will wait till you play with his hair.

Talking about cuddles he's Really clingy, if you two started to cuddle then it means you're not going anywhere until he wake up or feel like it.

Everytime he goes to your house, will get food with him, wouldn't hesitate to give you his food, but will get all flustered and shy when you care about him like it's something weird, he would never get used to your caring and loving personality.

Would let you do his hair and will go out with it, man doesn't care about what people think, like watch him beating up some people because they disrespected the hairstyle that you made for him with their eyes.

He's really tsundere like he tries his best in hiding his real emotions but for some reason he won't be able to do that because you always figure him out or his mask slip away.

you were sitting beside the bed at your boyfriends room waiting for him to come from the bathroom so you decided to play with the cats and baby talk with them until you got anxiety because you notice thet your boyfriend is late for some reason.

What if he slipped in the bathroom and broke his neck or his leg or even worse...WHAT IF HE'S DYING!?

You jumped from your seat ready to sprint to help him, but what stopped you is hearing some noises from behind the door.. Oh no.

Is that the serial killer who killed your boyfriend!? 'I'm sorry keisuke' you thought while thinking how to attack him if he's holding a knife and how to deal with him if he's holding a gun.

But before you could kill the serial killer you heard a sound of something heavy falling at the door of the room... And it was your boyfriend!?

"Keisuke! You scared me.. Also why were you behind the door were you trying to scare me!?"

He was on his knees but instead of standing he hold his phone trying to hide it or hide something in it!?

So as a good lover *which you are btw* you snitched his phone wanting to see what's in it.

"DON'T LOOK!"

To late since You saw yourself playing with the cats in the phone while you were processing what's happening, the video was playing like a broken record snapping you out of your thoughts to look at your boyfriend who was at the ground with pink cheeks.

"Well~"

"SHUT UP!"

He just wanted to add a new video of you in his collection but how did it indeed like this!?.

The complete opposite of baji, he doesn't even try to hide the fact that he's down bad for you.

Every chance he gets he will tell you 'i love you' like it's a 'good morning'

I think he will prefer to call you by a nickname more than the normal pet names, and if anyone dares to use the same nickname he will be pouty the whole day.

Will get an ugly matching hoodies so you two could wear it in public, will feel offended if you didn't like it.

Likes to spoil you will get you keychain and little stuffed animals that reminded him of you.

Even thou he adores you but if you two got in argument he won't apologize at first because he wants to prove his point, but once he see that he took it a little to far he will apologize.

Have alot of pictures of you in his room and also have one in his toman jacket it's his favorite picture of you, he took it when you two were at your first date.

You two were beside each other at the math class trying to understand what the teacher are saying.

But for chifuyu he give up half way through the lecture just to look at you, he was like 'i don't understand a word, i should use my time probably so I'm going to look at my baby'

The way you huff your cheeks when you can't get what the teacher are saying, oh or your cute pout he wanted to kiss it, he always thinks about what he might have done great in his life to have the gods blessing him with having you as his amazing lover *sigh* how lucky can he get!?.

Now you're looking at him with your oh~so~pretty~eyes calling his name!? How cute~

Wait....

"Ouch" the teacher hit chifuyu's head by the book and that's when chifuyu remembered that he's in the class

"Matsuno-san maybe if you paid attention to the class instead of looking at l/n-san you wouldn't be in this situation" chifuyu never felt this Humiliated in his life all of his class was laughing even you! You pretty traitor!

*sigh*

Were should i begin!?

He is the worst boyfriend, but not in a bad way really.

I think he is the most simp out of the other two why!? He always carry on the burden of his gang and friends he didn't have anyone to be beside him that's why when he finds the love of his life he will be the biggest simp for them.

Will pay an extra Dorayaki for you, if he forget to get you one he will give you his and will tell you that he didn't want one.

Love's your cooking, you can't cook to save your life but tried!? He will eat it like it's the best meal he had in his life. You can cook!? Expect Emma to call you at 10 in the morning so you could come and cook for mikey because he doesn't want her 'ugly' food like he said.

His love language are probably quality time so expect to go on a late night ride on his motorcycle

If you're in the same school he would probably go every day just to see you, wouldn't need draken to wake him up because he wake up early to walk with you to school that made Emma and draken concerned like where's mikey that we know!?.

He could be in the middle of his dark impulse but when he sees you he will turn immediately into a happy little puppy.

If you have oversized hoodie he will wear it everywhere, it's not your hoodie now it's his hoodie.

Love's to see you in his toman jacket.

Every time before you hang up the phone he will tell you 'i love you' because he's too shy to say it in person.

You had a sleep over at the sano's household, you for sure stayed at your boyfriends room and shared the bed with him with you being the big spoon and him the small one.

Before you draft to sleep you had a heart to heart talk.

"You know i love you right!?" The question was like a whisper like he's scared that anyone could hear it

"I know, and i love you two" you whispered back

"My life is dark i can't see anything in it, it's so scary y/n but when i look at you i figure that you're the light of my life i can see everything when you're beside me, so can you stay?"

"You don't have to tell me twice, i love you"

"I love you too" he said before falling asleep.

You wake up trying to figure out what made you fell this awkward in your sleep, you looked at Mikey's direction to find him staring at you... Creepy.

"What are you doing!?" You asked

"Oh! It's nothing i was just looking at you while you're asleep" he smiled at you like he didn't say such an embarrassing thing.

"Oh my god i properly look ugly right now don't look!" You panicked hiding your face

"And I'm pregnant"

"What!?" You removed your hands to look at your boyfriend

"I thought we were talking about impossible things"

oh... Oh!

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hezuart · 2 years ago

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Here's a photoshop edit of my take on the Hazbin Hotel Redesigns! Some of the recent redesigns have felt unbalanced in color, so I decided to try it out myself and give some fixes! Though Alastor's I'm still unsatisfied with. You can see the struggle in the lineup. There are too many good ones.

Shoutout to @darlinkaz on twitter for their black-gloved Angel Dust design, they were gOING places with that. I just made them fingerless, and gave him some bracelets!

Alastor's red suit and shirt are iconic, but that's all there is to his color scheme. To break it up, I added more gold in both his shirt and eyes and messed around with some white. What design do you guys like better? I actually like Alastor better with a tie, but I felt like removing his bow tie felt... wrong... despite most of the cast having bow ties.

Definitely prefer Charlie's redesigned hair. A lot cuter and makes more sense. Her redesigned outfit is very nice, but everyone complained about too much red. Keeping her pants black and adding just a slight red tint to her eyes should do the trick! (Also her long white shirt? I'm in love... she looks so professional!)

Vaggie's new design made me think she was going to Sunday church, however, I will recognize again, that she looks more professional in that button-up shirt than the last outfit she wore. The problem is again, too red. So I took her new outfit and mixed it with her old color scheme, and kept her stocking because she's gotta keep some of her gothic pastel personality! I also gave her boots, and her redesigned hair, and took off her bow strings since I feel like... with all that hair it's unnecessary to have them be that long, especially for the animators to deal with.

Husker's new design isn't out yet, but he too has too much red. Don't even get me started on those symbols, my god, those poor animators. So I simplified his colors to mostly black and brown! And I gave him shirt sleeves, and gasp- PANTS! With a belt! My man may be a furry, but he's not a nudist. He looks like a legit fancy bartender now.

Niffty doesn't have her new design yet, but her current one needed a lot of help. I erased her odd bullet holes in her shirt and instead gave her yellow polka dots on her dress! She has a gold/orange shirt, and an apron. She also has a new hairstyle that better represents a 50s hairstyle with a classic headband bow! She's so much more cute and charismatic now. A proper housekeeper.

Angel Dust's redesign was pretty solid up until it got to the gloves. I love the long gloves, but the pink AND white gloves? Unbalanced and distracting... feels weird. So as mentioned, kept his redesigned look; used @darlinkaz's black glove design but made them fingerless gloves, and gave Angel Dust some cute pink bracelets to be more fashionable! I also added hot pink soles to his heels. Some people draw Angel Dust with his classic hat, but Angel Dust seems like a character that gets with the times. I think he seems more genuine without his hat, especially since the mob business is what messed him up in the first place. I think he'd want to separate himself from that.

Anyway, that's what I've got so far! spindlehorse pls hire me

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starrconch · 4 years ago

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READER BRAIDING S/O'S HAIR

★ Includes: Diluc, Zhongli, GN reader, fluff

★ Word Count: 1382

★ Master List

DILUC

★ It took you a while to work up the courage to ask him if you could help assist tie his hair in the mornings. He was very fond of his crimson locks and yet he never really took care of them.

★ His hair would become knotted and tangled throughout his day from the wind blowing and during his fierce battles as the Darknight Hero, only to be sorted a few days later.

★ It made you mad how he wouldn’t take care of his gorgeous hair, and so, you would just have to step up to the task instead.

Occasionally Diluc would wake up before you when he had a lot of work to do, leaving you behind after quickly snuggling into your warmth and pressing a kiss to your forehead. But not today. Your partner awoke to an empty bed with the aroma of breakfast rising from downstairs.

When you heard his footsteps approaching, you called out, “Diluc! Come and get something to eat before you head out!”

He arrived to see you focusing on not burning or bursting the Teyvat Fried Eggs you were preparing for the both of you. Softly smiling and burying his face into your neck, wrapping his hands around your waist. “I’m sorry, my love. I’m afraid I can’t join you for too long as I have matters to attend to.”

You frowned, serving the eggs onto plates. “Is it more Darknight business?” Your voice was a little more stern than intended.

Diluc raised a brow, pulling away from you. “It is. Is that a problem?” It was less of a question and more of a challenge. He’d told you before what his side hobby meant to him. He needed to protect Mondstadt where the Knights of Favonious couldn’t.

“Oh!” You realised what your words implied, a little stunned. “No, no. I don’t mind you doing that, but...” The rest of your sentence couldn’t process into words, embarrassment settling into what felt like its permanent residence. He would never agree to it. Never would he let you braid his hair and you knew it.

“But what?” You two sat down together at the dining table with your food, though neither of you started eating.

“But your hair,” you whispered. “It always gets so messy when you fight.” Why were you saying this? Archons help you now you were too far in to turn back now.

Diluc’s expression softened and he chuckled. “That can’t be helped, but it’s easily fixable.”

“Could I maybe braid it so it doesn’t get tangled in the first place? When all the strands are wrapped together neatly it won’t get knotted and in your way as much.” You played with your egg with a fork instead of meeting his gaze. He was sure to deny you, right?

“I-“ You looked up to see your partner a little shocked, pink dusting his cheeks. “If it’s for practical purposes, I don’t see why not.”

★ The smile that appeared on your lips made Diluc’s chest tighten with happiness. He’d be late for his mission that morning, but the cheerful hums he heard coming from you as you plaited were worthwhile.

★ You didn’t do anything too extravagant, just a simple braid in his ponytail that you were certain would stay in place all day.

�� Once you were done and you’d both finished your breakfast, Diluc checked his new braid in a mirror hung in the entrance of the Dawn Winery.

“It’s wonderful, my love. Thank you.” He pulled you in for a gentle kiss on the lips before he set off the complete his Darknight duties.

★ Now, every morning before he set off, Diluc would have you plait his hair so it wouldn’t get tangled.

★ It wasn’t always necessary as some days he would only tend to matters in the alcohol industry or work at Angel’s Share. But seeing your content smile every time made his day before it even began.

ZHONGLI

★ You loved to run your hands through your partner’s silky hair when he rested his head on your chest. It was incredibly well kept, never really a knot or tangle in sight. Somehow it was always perfectly smooth.

★ Zhongli let you brush it occasionally because he knew it made you happy and, in the contract you two had arranged, that was one of the conditions you had laid out for each other. But never had you thought about braiding it before.

★ His rat-tail hairstyle had always been there ever since you two had met, changing it up felt it was as if you were changing up the laws of the world. It didn’t sit right.

★ That was until you two were out walking around Liyue Harbour and noticed someone passing by with a magnificent plait, all sorts of wondrous flowers weaved in between the strand of hair. There was even a few Cecilias all the way from Mondstadt!

You tugged on the sleeve of Zhongli’s coat, pointing towards the person who had just walked by. “Look how amazing their hair is!”

“It’s very impressive. Such skill and time that has gone into creating it is very admirable.” His golden eyes watched you curiously, noting how you still had something you wanted to say. “Do you not agree, my dear?”

A soft laugh sounded from your mouth. “Of course I agree. But, do you think you’d ever like to try something similar with your hair?” You looked down to fiddle with the loose skin on the sides of your nails. “It likely wouldn’t be as extravagant as you don’t have as much hair, but I think it would suit you.”

After only silence greeting you in answer, you returned your gaze back to Zhongli. It wouldn’t be the end of the world if he said no, you told yourself. He wouldn’t like it and that would be okay. Even though you had secretly been planning how you could style it for months now, it would be fine. You’d be sad, but it was hair. You could move on. However, when you looked back up, your partner was nowhere to be seen.

“Zhongli?” You called out in confusion. How had he slipped by unnoticed in a matter of mere seconds?

Eventually, you found him kneeling underneath a tree by an odd teleporting contraption, comparing Glaze Lillies to each other. “Ah! Sorry, Y/N. I shouldn’t have left you so suddenly,” he apologised, standing with a bunch of flowers in hand.

“That’s okay.” You smiled, thankful that he hadn’t just deserted you after you asked about braiding his hair. Zhongli wasn’t one to act that way, he’d talk the situation out with you, but there was always a first time for everything. “What are you up to?” You motioned to what he delicately held.

“The usual merchant who sells Cecilias is currently out of them, so I supposed you could also use Glaze Lillies to weave into my hair instead. I spotted some over-” He was unable to continue as you carefully wrapped your arms around him in a tight embrace, being sure not to knock any of the flowers out of his palms.

“Thank you, Zhongli.” You couldn’t contain the grin that forced its way to the surface of your face.

He freed one of his hands and used it to pull you closer, rubbing your back and pressing kisses into your hairline. “Of course. I think braiding my hair would be quite a good idea. A nice occasional change.”

★ You two went back to your house in Liyue Harbour so you could begin the process of braiding his hair.

★ Zhongli would have you explain every step to him in great detail as you went, specifically wanting to know how you weaved the flowers into his hair, so he could one day return the favour. If you had enough hair, he would love for you to teach him how to give you a matching braid too.

★ For the rest of the day, he would be very mindful of how he touched his hair, not wanting to accidentally pull it apart or make any of the flowers fall out. Once it eventually does unravel, leaving his rat-tail a little curly, he would come straight back to you to ask you to restore it to its full glory.

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imagineabrighterworld · 4 years ago

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A Heart Meant for Two

A/N: A poly relationship between Hawks, Dabi, and the reader! Based on the song The Way You Say Hello by tiffi and City Girl ^^

“He said he loved her more than words, so instead of words he gave her flowers to observe”

Hawks was your first boyfriend to ever have a current boyfriend. It was an odd adjustment to get used to sharing your boyfriend with someone else, especially when you first met Dabi. But with some help, you got used to it quickly.

“Flowers?” You eye the bouquet of roses in Keigo’s hands. He had given you flowers before, but these felt like a bribe. You peer at him with suspicious eyes, snapping your book shut. “What did you do?”

“Can’t I buy my best girl some flowers?” The Winged Hero replaces your book with the flowers, flipping through the pages before tossing it to the side. As he sits down next to you, his wing instinctively wraps around you to pull you in.

You press yourself into his side and bury your nose in the flowers, breathing in their sweet scent. A small smile forms on your face. “Hmm.. You're either planning something stupid, or it's Dabi that is doing something stupid.”

“Kid-”

“It's Dabi isn't it.”

From the flash of blue light coming from outside and the nearing of police sirens, you know the answer.

“They were also on sale.” Keigo murmurs under his breath, turning his head to hide his blush of shame as you laugh.

It had been a full four months since you started dating the two of them and Keigo still thought you were woefully ignorant. But you were much more observant than he thought. You knew your other boyfriend was a villain, one that still had a long way to go if he was to be pardoned of his crimes- that is, if he wanted to be pardoned. It was that bit of information that you did stay ignorant on, you didn't want to lose sleep on something like that.

You sigh happily and give your boyfriend a kiss on the cheek, “Thank you.”

Later on, Dabi would return home with another bouquet of flowers. A bit crumpled from him jumping over fences, but still intact.

Your boyfriends were weird, but you loved them.

“She drew him pictures in a card, he said it was tacky and almost broke her heart”

Dabi was not a spoonful of sugar and sometimes he could be a bit blunt. Painfully blunt. How you got used to his silver tipped tongue? You didn't know. Maybe it was a skill you should add onto your resume.

Removing your heels at the front door, you slip on a pair of slippers and sneak your way into the house. Dabi was the only one at home, the main indicator being the lack of Keigo’s jacket on the wall hook while Dabi’s boots were tucked away in the corner.

You duck low as you hear a quiet snoring from the couch in the living room. With soft steps, you creep in on a sleeping Dabi and lean over the cushions to reach him.

His arm was slung over his eyes, his mouth parted slightly as he sighs. Sleeping Dabi was the softest you've seen him. He was always smirks and sharp lines, but when he was asleep he was so.. Soft.

“What do you want?” A low grumble rises from Dabi’s throat. He moves his arm to uncover an eye. The piercing blue cuts through you and leaves you halting in your movements. That's to say, you stopped your hand from removing a card from your purse.

“I wanted to give you something.” You pull out the card and offer it to him.

He shuts his eye and- goes back to sleep?

“Dabi?” You whisper.

He opens his eye again and swipes the paper from your hand with a huff. Dabi sits up before paying your card any mind. Flipping it open, he runs his eyes over the drawings inside.

“Is that supposed to be a cat?”

“It's a human.”

“ It's a human, she says.” Dabi chuckles, laying back down and covering his face with the card, resting his arms on his chest in a mummy like fashion.

"Do you like it?"

"It's garbage, babe."

It stung until you found it tucked away in his chest pocket while doing laundry a week later.

“I know he hates the way she does her hair”

You constantly changed your hairstyle. One day it was braided and the next it was in a high ponytail, or cropped to your chin. Every style looked good on you, but the day you started dying your hair was the day Dabi grew truly frustrated. Though.. Not for long.

“Dabi!” You yell from inside the bathroom, your white towel now shades of purple. “I think I messed up!”

“You think or you know , babe?” He hisses as he nears the bathroom. The lights were far too bright after he had been napping for two hours. It was nighttime, nearly one in the morning according to the clock on the wall. And you were doing your hair? When you had work the very next morning?

As soon as he witnesses your hair, he knows that you know just how badly it went. He holds onto the doorframe and laughs heartily, bending over slightly as his lungs begin to burn.

“Come on it's not that funny!”

“Your towel has more hair dye than your hair does!”

It was true. Your hair was supposed to be a deep indigo, but all that was left after rinsing off the excess dye was a few lavender streaks in your now stained platinum hair. You had went to get it bleached a few days ago and today was the day you were going to color it. How did it go so wrong? The hair dye was rated so highly!

Your face burns with embarrassment. You move to shut the door on him. “If you wont help me I’ll just-”

He moves his hand in time to stop you from closing the door and pushes it open further to let himself through. “I never said that, did I babe?” He breathes in slowly to ease his now stinging lungs. “Sit down, I'll do it for you. I have more practice.”

“I know she hates the way that he pretends to care”

Keigo wasn't without his own flaws. Dabi was the villain, but Keigo came with his own problems. They weren't too big, luckily, but it wasn't always easy being on the receiving end of his disinterest when he was tired.

You lay in defeat on the floor, your arms spread out with empty clothes hangers on your arms. Tonight was your high school reunion, a day you had been planning for since the email was first sent. The only thing you didn't have planned was your outfit. Which was why you wanted some input from your significant others, but unfortunately only Keigo was home.

Why was it unfortunate? He was tired. And when he was tired he never had much to say, or any energy to do anything other than breathe.

You look up at him from the floor and poke at his wing. “Keigoooo!”

Keigo was laying on his stomach, his right wing drooping downward as he attempted to sleep. “Mmnn..?”

“What do you think about this one?”

“It's beautiful.”

“You're not even looking.”

“Mm..”

“Birdbrain.”

“I know she'll slightly disagree on what he wears”

You loved Dabi’s odd sense of fashion and went shopping with him for matching outfits (something he said he hated, but would never stop you on doing), but Keigo.. had a special sense of fashion that always managed to confuse you. Maybe it was best you stopped going to him for his input.

"You'd think that being in magazine shoots would help you gain a fashion sense." You say from behind a fist, your hand curled to hide your grimace.

"They dress him. What do you think he'll learn?" Dabi chimes in from behind you. He laid on the bed with pillows propping him up in order to watch the show that was Keigo dressing for date night. It was a little game Dabi always liked to observe.

It wasn't that the clothes Keigo had were terrible. If they were in the right color they would look great. But.. they weren't in the right color.

They were every goddamn color in the rainbow.

Keigo looks at the vibrant pink and yellow jacket he was sporting and at the baby blue tank top he had on underneath. Vivid orange and purple peaked out from the windbreaker he wore underneath the jacket and you didn't want to know what other layer of clothing he had on under that .

"I think I look great."

"For a bird, babe." Dabi chuckles. "For a bird, you're a hot ticket."

"But not for a human Kei." You walk behind him and tug at the jacket. “Let’s just go with the other outfit.”

As it turned out, Keigo did have more in common with birds than just his wings. Bright colors were just as alluring to him as a bowl of seeds was for a sparrow. You kept this in mind for the next time you went shopping.

“I know he chokes when she sprays too much perfume in the air”

Your boyfriends knew they were difficult and could be major pains in the ass, but for once they would appreciate it if you didn't try killing them with your perfume. They knew it wasn't intentional, but how could you not notice the whole house smelled like you?

“Question.” Dabi rests his chin on top of your head while looking at you in the mirror. “You know what my quirk is, right?”

“I do.”

“And you know what fire does when in contact with alcohol, right?”

Now you look up at him, squinting your eyes at him as you lower your brush onto the sink counter. “Yes.. it's basic safety measures. Alcohol is extremely flammable.”

“Do you know what perfume has?” Your boyfriend smirks. He curls a lock of your hair around his finger and gives it a small tug.

You slap his hand away and turn around to look at him directly. You cross your arms and lean against the counter. He was being coy, but it was too early in the morning for this. He never stalled you from getting ready to go to work. “It has alcohol. What about it?”

He cages you in his arms, leaning in and letting a flicker of blue flame light the side of his face. But unlike usual, blue flames burst in the air for a split second, the sudden flash of heat startling you enough to bump into him as you jump away from the counter. Dabi turns off his flames and pecks you on the cheek.

“Unless you want the house to burn down, I'd stop spraying so much perfume, babe.”

After work you end up buying an alcohol-free perfume.

“But she likes the way it feels when he's right there”

After the third attempt at sleeping in the same queen sized bed at the same time, Keigo and Dabi decided to buy a new bed without you knowing. It went well until you came home early to them attempting to assemble the frame without instructions. But once it was put together and finished, you had to admit you liked the result.

“No more facefuls of feathers!” You squeal with joy as you leap onto the bed and spread your arms out, enjoying the spaciousness of it all.

Dabi sits down on your left while Keigo takes your right. He flicks your forehead to catch your attention and motions for you to tuck in your arm so he could lay down next to you. “Now you get why he doesn’t get to sleep in the middle?” He pulls you into a hug while flipping Keigo off from over your shoulder.

Keigo flops onto the bed, his wings spread out and covering the two of you like a tarp. “You're just jealous baby.”

You wriggle around and lay with your back against Dabi’s chest. Pushing his wing away, you stick your tongue out at Keigo. “Jealous of being attracted to stop signs?”

“It's a sexy red.”

“What about mirrors?”

“I’m a sexy man.”

“Birdbrain.” Keigo huffs and moves closer to the both of you, wrapping his wing to engulf the both of you. “The bed was my idea you know.”

“I know.” You admit. “Dabi doesn't care if he smooshes us to death.”

“Ouch.” Dabi murmurs from your hair.

It's not long after that you fall asleep in their arms, completely content to spend the rest of your night between the two of them. But when the winter came, you and Keigo agreed to keep Dabi in the middle to act as a heater.

“She loves him so much it's absurd”

It was winter when your boys began to grow more busy. Sometimes you would go to sleep alone, but you didn't let it get to you. You knew they visited the house when they could. What else would explain the endless supply of your favorite flowers in vases by the window or boxes of your favorite chocolates on the table when they weren't there when you left? The nights you did get to see them, you enjoyed their presence to the fullest.

Keigo squeezes his eyes shut in annoyance as he hears his phone ringing once more. It was the third time in a row, and he knew he couldn't go on ignoring it anymore. Being a hero meant sacrificing down time. It meant sacrificing time with you.

“Kei.”

“Yeah?”

“It's okay.” You keep your eyes shut as you trace swirls along his back in the area between his wings. “I understand you need to leave.” You knew you couldn’t keep him forever. It wasn't right. People needed him. He saved people. It was like keeping a firefighter from putting out a fire right in front of him. If they were calling Keigo so adamantly then it must be important.

Keigo presses a kiss to your temple and releases his hold on you, letting you lay on your back as he tugs on his jacket and prepares to exit the room.

“I love you.” You say from under the still warm blankets.

“I love you too.” He smiles from over his shoulder, eyes pained.

What did he do to deserve you?

“He thinks it's cute that her singing is the worst he's ever heard”

After a whole month away from the two of you, Dabi had to admit that he missed Keigo’s stupid face and your singing. Was it good singing? No. But did he miss seeing you enjoy yourself? Yeah. Yeah he did.

Dabi sat outside the house, listening to your singing from his spot under the tree. He had yet to enter the house and opted instead to stay under the shade. He would have to leave again soon, so he saw no point in raising your hopes only to let you down.

A feather jabs at him from behind.

“You should go in and see her. She misses you.” Keigo lands beside him, lifting his goggles from his face. He crouches in front of him, running his gloved fingers through Dabi’s hair. “We both miss you.”

Dabi leans into his touch. How many times did he find himself missing it? Keigo was his first love after such a long time, but now there was you too. You both made him weak.

“I’ll be home soon.”

“And the way she’ll close her eyes, when she's nervous and just about to cry”

Keigo and Dabi didn't always agree on everything. That was a given when one was a hero dating a villain. But what they constantly agreed on was making sure you were kept out of the fray.

The shopping district was utterly decimated and all you felt was heat. A sweltering heat that couldn't be put out. Blue flames surrounded you on all sides, flames you knew instinctively were Dabi's.

"What's going on?!" You yell as debris falls around you, Dabi was just there- you could've sworn you saw him! It had to be him! Where else did the flames come from?

A hand wraps around your bicep and pulls you upward, the familiar sight of red wings takes up your vision as you look at Keigo. He was covered in ash and his goggles were cracked in half atop his head. He squinted through the smoke that was building in the air.

"The League is here. I'm getting you home."

"What about Dabi?! He's here, we need to bring him home too!" You look behind you at the structure that began to cave in on itself, all you could see was blue. "He's in there!"

"And so is Shigaraki! You can't be here kid!"

"We cant leave him! Please Keigo!" Tears blur your vision as all you can think about was how burnt Dabi's skin already was. What would being in the center of that fire do to him then? What kind of state would he return to you in?

"I'm sorry kid.. He's the one who warned me you were there.."

“He likes the way she plays songs on repeat”

Keigo watched as you grew more and more despondent, shutting down as more time passed that Dabi was gone. Japan was in an uproar, and it kept calling him back to patch it up each time villains showed. Japan was like an open wound that wouldn't stop bleeding. However, this changes one day as he comes home to hearing the sound of music blasting on your speakers.

Lights were strung up from the front door to the living room to the bedrooms, fairy lights dotted every inch of the house. Keigo tucked his wings in taunt to his body to keep them from getting tangled in the haphazardly placed lights. While he loved bright colors, it was almost too much for his eyes. Where were you?

"Kid?" He calls out, ducking underneath bluebell lights. "Please tell me you're still alive in here?"

The song on the speaker repeated on itself, which was odd with how clunky it sounded, but he learned to like it once he found you.

If choppy music was what it took to bring a smile back on your face, it was worth it.

He found you taping up lights in the bathroom while singing under your breath, mascara smudged but a smile still on your face. You look at him with your hundred gigawatt smile. It threw him for a loop, the sudden hope in your eyes when only yesterday you were crying yourself to sleep.

"Its for when he comes back. Want to help me?"

Keigo takes the loop of lights from your hands and nods.

"Make some room kid."

“He likes the way they flow together like electricity”

Covering the house in Christmas lights was actually a fun distraction for the both of you while Dabi was gone. Keigo was in charge of the higher lights that covered the rooftop, but you had plenty of fun stringing them around the plants surrounding the house. After finishing your impromptu decorating, you both decide to spend the rest of the night in the living room.

"Just follow my steps, baby."

"If I followed you I'd end up on my face." You laugh while holding onto his shoulders as you both hovered in the air, his wings flared open to keep you both afloat. What steps was he even talking about? For the past ten minutes he just held you both up and spun in a lazy circle. His wings were doing all the work while his feet did nothing.

"I’ll make you soar kid." He winks at you. "One day you'll see. I’ll take you to dance sessions and everything."

"I'll hold you to it."

“He likes her ringtone and the way she'll say hello”

When it came to being part of the League, Dabi had to be careful on what information he let loose. They couldn't know about his relationships. If Shigaraki knew then he would most definitely use it to his advantage. Dabi had two weak points and that was you and Keigo. But when he was out with the LoV, he had his ways of being with you.

“Hello! This is my voicemail, which means I'm probably busy right now. Leave a message and I'll get back to you ASAP! Have a good day!”

Dabi holds his phone limply in his hand, looking up at the cracking ceiling of the League's current hideout. He had to make face for now, which meant staying away from you and Keigo for a while. Still, he had his phone, one thing he was glad Giran gave him after he burnt his old one accidentally. He knew you were busy, and he had no intention of talking to you while on the job, but to hear your voice was enough for him.

Weeks later, he welcomes the sound of your voice as you greet him, receiving him back into the house with open arms.

"Whats with all lights?" He laughs in response to your face nuzzling into his chest and feathers lifting the both of you to Keigo who stood in the doorway.

"Its to a bright future."

“He likes the way her hands feel even if they're cold”

Dabi couldn't blame you for having cold hands, but he found it cute how you were so insecure about being cold all the time. He loved how you latched onto him rather than Keigo when the temperature began to drop. Maybe it was the fact that he was gone for so long that he didn't mind being clung to. But somehow he found himself in situations he wasn't sure how to handle.

“How long am I going to be in the middle for?” He mumbles under his breath as the two of you cling to him from underneath piles of blankets.

“Until winter is gone.” You state simply.

“It isn't winter yet.”

“Did she stutter?” Keigo grumbles from under the sheets.

Eventually he would grow tired of it, but for now he let the two of you do what you wanted. He was home after all.

“And when she’s away from him, she’s away from home”

After two years of dating you knew you could never return to being without your boys. They were yours.

You reach upward, feeling the familiar rough texture of Dabi's scars along his neck and under his eyes. You drag your your thumb softly under his eye, breathing in his scent. From behind you, you could feel Keigo's breath fanning across your neck.

It was a lazy day today. No one needed them, no one needed you, it was just you and them. How long would the peace last? How long until one of your boys were called away? How long until one of them lost a battle?

No, you wouldn't think of that. For now, it was just you and them.

And that was alright with you.

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mrfeenysmustache · 3 years ago

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“Tell me a fic you wish I’d write” ask!

Kagome keeps trying out various hairstyles but Sesshoumaru likes it down, pulling it out of whichever ponytail or braid she puts it in.

Hope you find this as cute as I did 🥺

Snap

Kagome gave herself a once over in the mirror and grinned, the little balls of hair on either side of her head cuter than she’d anticipated.

“Space buns. Who’d’a thought?”

This was her first attempt to venture past either keeping her hair loose or in simple pony tails. Variety was the spice of life, after all, and her hair had gone too stale.

It was a good start.

She skipped into the kitchen and started breakfast, humming to herself as she stirred eggs and flipped bacon.

Sesshomaru shuffled in for his coffee and dropped a kiss to the top of her head as he passed.

She felt his fingers toy with her two knots of hair for a moment.

“What are these?”

“Eh, just trying something new.”

“I see.” His claws danced around her scalp for a moment as he inspected her hair, and then she heard one of the rubber bands she’d used snap. “Oops.”

“Oh no!” She cried as her hair fluttered down one shoulder.

“My apologies, my claws must have gotten in the way.”

“Well, no harm done I guess. It’s not like it took a long time. I’ll just pull this one out too.”

“You look most lovely either way.” He said, finishing his statement with another kiss on her forehead, and she beamed, dishing him up a plate of eggs and bacon and then joining him at the table.

———————

She noticed that Sesshomaru’s claws were suspiciously clumsy for the rest of the day.

After breakfast she’d put her hair up in a singular bun.

The band holding that style also met its accidental demise at his claws.

His fingers got tangled within the strands of the braid she’d put in afterwards, until the only way to get them out had been to unbraid it.

And then he’d somehow managed to shred the bandana she’d tied around her head after the braid fiasco.

She was at the end of her rope as she tied her hair up into pigtails just before dinner, and she was dangerously close to snapping when he walked into the kitchen for a drink as she stood at the stove.

He paused, stared at her head for several seconds, pulled his claws through the trailing ends of her hair, smiled, and continued to the fridge.

She breathed a sigh of relief, even as confusion swirled.

After dinner, washed up and in bed for the night, Kagome chewed her lip as she wondered if she should bring up the strange mishaps of the day.

As usual, Sesshomaru suspected something was wrong.

“I can feel the questions burning on your tongue. Just ask, Kagome.” He said, not looking up from the book he was reading.

“Did I not look good today?” She finally blurted, and he cut her a look that spoke of how ridiculous he found such an idea. “It’s just… you kept ‘accidentally’ ruining all my new hairstyles today, until I did the pigtails, anyway. If you think I looked bad, you can just tell me.”

Surprisingly, he blushed. A faint, subtle wash of pink across his cheeks as he snapped his book closed and set it aside.

“You did not… look bad. Please never think such a thing again.”

“Then what-“

“When your hair is all bound up, less of your scent is wafted into the air as you move. I find it…. Displeasing.”

“So you kept ruining my hair… because you couldn’t smell me?”

“I can always smell you, but it is not as strong if your hair is not free to move about as you do. But… in essence… yes, that is why.”

She stared unblinking at him, and then burst into giggles, falling over until her face was pressed to his chest.

“I fail to see what is so humorous.”

“It’s not humorous Sesshomaru, just cute. You’re such a puppy.”

“I am not a-“

“The cutest little fuzzy puppy I’ve ever seen.”

“You play with fire Kagome, do not make me prove to you just how ridiculous your words are.”

“Cute. Adorable. Fuzzy. Grumpy. Puppy.” Each word was punctuated by a boop on his nose, and when his eyes began to bleed red and he grinned a fangy, feral grin, her heart beat kicked up in anticipation.

“It seems there are lessons you need to be taught, naughty Miko.”

“I can’t imagine what things a puppy could teach me.”

He pounced; she shrieked; his lips found her neck and his hands found her skin, making her sigh.

“If I can’t wear my hair in all those cute ways, then I get to do them to you.”

He paused in his assault on her neck, tongue flat against the base of her throat.

“Deal.” He rumbled, and then did his best to make her forget all about it.

#sesskag #sesskag fanfiction #sesskag fic #sesskag fanfic #sesshomaru/kagome

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rencesworld · 4 years ago

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How the Haikyuu boys would react to you getting a different lace frontal wig color that’s out of your comfort zone. Pt.2

Warning- NSFW, cuss words

Bokuto

I’m going to say this once and that’s it, THAT BOY IS YOUR HYPE MAN‼️🤣

You had invited him to your house so you can show him the new hairstyle you gotten the day before. You were excited b/c everytime you’ve gotten a lace front it was always black or burgundy red, so getting gray hair was all new and shocking to you.

The only reason you’ve gotten gray, is b/c bokuto kept asking you to get gray so y’all can twin. At first you were thinking of half black and half gray to really match with him, but that was way more expensive and too much work so, you just stuck with all gray.

When you opened the door the very first thing the boy notice was your hair ( I mean who wouldn’t🤣). This boy screamed with joy, which startled you a little but laughed after.

“BABY YOU LOOK SO FREAKING AMAZING!” He yelled on top of his lungs which you had to rush/pull him inside so he wouldn’t bother your neighbors next door with his yelling.

“YOUR SKIN IS GLOWING 10X MORE!” He kept throwing more and more compliments towards without even letting you thank him, he just couldn’t help it.

You literally had to shut him up with a kiss.

Akaashi

Akaashi was shook asf🧍🏻

The whole entire wig shook him. He’s just used to seeing your in box braids, faux locs , and your natural hair.

So, when he saw you in the hallways walking towards him since he was waiting for you by your locker. He was shocked but in a very good way.

He couldn’t keep his eyes off of you. “Hey kakashi” you said leaning giving him a kiss on the cheek.

He started blushing which made you giggle because you knew you looked good and it was flustering him. “I-I love your hair, blossom. You looking very beautiful. N-not that you don’t always look beautiful- it’s just shocking to see you in this hair.”

When you had gotten the hair you were scared bc you didn’t think it will come out good, But you made it work and you loved it. You just hoped Akaashi loved it too. After seeing his reaction, you know for a fact that he loved it and that boosted your confidence.

Akaashi just wouldn’t keep his eyes off of you the whole day🥺.

Oikawa

You didn’t show up at school bc you had to get your hair done(y’all know yall all skipped school or work to get yall hair done before🤣). This big baby was kind of mad that you left him all alone to fend for himself from getting beat up by Iwaziumi. But he knows getting your hair done was important to you so he wasn’t really bummed out.

You had told him that you were going to try something new this time so he was very excited to see which hairstyle or hair color you will be picking.

During his practice, he saw from the corner of his eyes was a brown skin girl with hot pink hair. At first he didn’t think much but after a couple of minutes it hit him, well iwaziumi had punched him in the arm telling him how rude of him to ignore his girlfriend.

At first he was confused then he looked at where his team mates were looking at and saw y/n sitting on the bench waving at him.

This boy let out the loudest gasp EVER! “Baby is that you!” He asked while speed walking towards her.

“Nah, it’s Ushijima.” Y/n said playfully. Tooru scoffed.

“You like the hair babes?” You asked kind of nervous. “Like? I fucking love it. The hair is slayed sis. It’s the hair color for me. You look so freaking beautiful!” He was just rambling on a little bit b/c he didn’t expect that hairstyle, I mean you did say that were going to try something new but he didn’t expect this kind of new.

“Thank you flattykawa! I knew you were going to love it.” You said happily. Tooru decided to let that name you just called him slide only b/c you looked really good.

“Aye, Shittykawa! We still have practice.” Iwaizumi said.

“Y’all know it’s not hard to call me by my name and I’m admiring my beautiful, gorgeous, sexy, divine, eleg-” “Okay, they get it Tooru-baby.” Y/n cuts him off knowing he wasn’t going to stop🤣.

Tooru could not keep his eyes off of you during practice. His teammates threw a couple of compliments towards you.🥺

Iwaizumi

My baby died and came back to life.😭

It was so unexpected that he literally felt like his soul left body.

You had to skip school to get your hair done unlike Oikawa, he wasn’t mad. He understands how much your hair means to you and how you will always make sure it’s looking right.

Before practice, he got a text from you telling him that you would be in the gym waiting for him. He kind of starts to rush a little but not too much for anybody to notice. He hasn’t seen you all day so he missed you(also excited to see how your new hairstyle looks).

He goes inside the gym to search for you and all he sees is Oikawa talking to a girl with bright blue hair. He couldn’t see the face since their back was facing him. But he’s memorized y/n’s body sex drive crazy

He wasn’t sure if that was you or maybe one of Oikawa’s fan girls. He started walking towards Oikawa but stopped when you turned to face him. You gave him huge grin and flipped your hair a little.

“Iwa-Chan doesn’t y/n look gorgeous. Ugh! Iwa-Chan how were you able to pull a such beautiful girl like y/n-” before he could talk so more nonsense Iwaizumi had already shoved Oikawa away.

Oikawa walked off smirking knowing he pushed Iwaizumi buttons.

After Oikawa left he turned back to you and just stood there 🧍🏻. “I know I’m sexy but sheesh, say something” y/n said smirking.

“Y-y-you look fucking g-good” he says stuttering which surprised you so, you decided to tease him a bit.

“What did you say Iwa-Chan, I couldn’t hear you that well.” Knowing damn well you heard him well. He hates when you call him Iwa-Chan.

“Y/n stop it. I said you look fucking gorgeous.” He said a little irritated. You laughed and leaned in and gave a him kiss on the lips. He isn’t much of a pda but he was only letting it slide bc you looked good asf.

“Can I pull it when I’m fucking you from behind?” He asked during the kiss. Which shocked you. 😅

“Boy this damn wig done cost me way too much money. Hell no.”

Tsukishima

This boy acted like he wasn’t all that interested in your hair but we all know that boy was in love with your hair. It’s the same color as his.

He’s reaction was so him🤣.

He saw you at your locker and your hair from afar. He was in love with the way the color popped your skin tone so well. Your skin was literally glowing.

But knowing him he’s goin act like he doesn’t care.

“Not you copying my hair now.” Tsuki says next to you. Which startled you a little.

“Boy getcho skinny ass out my face. I’m not copying you and never wil.” You said with a playful tone but also serious.

“Mhmm. You want me to walk you to class?” He says not even complimenting your hair, which kind of pissed you off.

“So, you’re not going to compliment my hair or anything?” You said with hands on your hips. Tsuki smirked

“No, let’s go” he said walking off. You followed behind irritated with the fact that he didn’t even compliment you and has the audacity to walk you to class after being rude to you.

Once you guys were reaching to your class, Kei stops which made you turn around to face his tall ass.

“What’s wrong? Why’d you’d stopped?” Y/n asked kind of worried but still mad at him.

“You look very beautiful in blond hair, it makes your skin glow more.” He says then walks away fast before you can even process what just happened. 🚶🏼‍♂️🧍🏾‍♀️

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Sanzu Week 2022 Day 6│Chapter 6: You spin my head right round right round~

A/n: Sorry for the chapter name, I couldn't think of anything better LMFAO [my humor is dead, alr??? AHHAHDSAHFJ]

You woke up. Your vision wasn’t clear yet. You felt a severe headache kick in. You were in a hospital room, you assumed. Someone was there beside you, sleeping. Then your vision finally became clear. Oh. It was Senju. “Senju…?” you quietly mumble. She slowly moved her eyes and woke up. Her eyes widened and tears started streaming down her face. “Y/n!” she shouted as she tightly hugged you. “Keep it down a little, will you?” You playfully told her. Your voice still a little hoarse. “It’s been years, how could I keep it down?” She smiled while she sighed, wiping her tears away. Wait – years?--- This time, your eyes were the ones to widen up. “Years…?” you slowly spoke, unaware of what she was saying. “Y/n… you’ve been in a coma for years…” she responded. “I- I’m sorry, if it wasn’t for me you wouldn’t have –“ guilt struck her once again but that was none of your worries right now. “No no no, I-“ you tried to stand up and walk towards the door but the moment you stood up, you fell down to the floor. “Y/n!!” Senju yelled. “Are you okay?” she asked you. But you were once again trying to process things. “The doctor said that when you wake up, you won’t be able to do many things as much as you used to. Because your muscles haven’t been used too well for years. Hold on here, I’ll call the doctor,” She informed you while helping you go back to the bed and rest.

A few moments later, the doctor came in and informed you about the things you should be doing. The doctor also told you about taking physical therapy. You basically just agreed on everything the doctor had said.

And there it was, months of physical therapy. You never realized how hard it was to walk. You honestly missed the days you could peacefully walk with ease 🥲 but after months of being in the hospital. Today, you were finally getting discharged. Of course, Senju still helped you on the way home and clean your apartment. She kept insisting that she’d stay the night at least for today but you assured her that you could handle things properly now.

The next day, you were supposed to look for new clothes since the clothes in your apartment had some permanent stains on it. But then you got lost since the city changed a little. You found yourself in a sidewalk with some open shops and some abandoned buildings. You tried to locate the current place you were in by checking GPS on the phone, but apparently there was no signal. Oh what luck you had today. You heavily sighed as you tried to look around and remember the place. Although there were abandoned buildings, the place was still crowded with people. You simply looked around and sometimes rated people’s outfits out of boredom. Then, someone caught your attention. A light pink haired guy wearing a pink vest and pink suit pants. Your mind rated it a nine out of ten but all of a sudden, you couldn’t get it out of your mind. It lingered at the back of your mind. It felt like a whole déjà vu. You sat down and thought for a whole minute. Then you remembered, right it was that suit you saw at the clothing store, the one who had the same ponytail as the guy at the train incident. The same hair color and shade of pink. What just differed were the hairstyle. Could it be-? You tried to run after him. Again. You didn’t know why you kept running after him, looking for him, and searching for him. It’s not like there was any valid reason for you to do so. Especially after what he did to you. To be honest, all that you wanted was just to see him again. To see his face and that sweet smile he had on his face.

After all, everything was just a déjà vu, wasn’t it? You, always running after him. But who cares? What matters is, you gotta find him and secure his sweet smile from being tainted.

After a few weeks of visiting the same place that you found Haru in, you still haven’t gotten a single trace of him nor have you found him.

One time, it was 4:00 pm but it started raining and you didn’t bring an umbrella. You decided to find a shelter but the only buildings you could see nearby were abandoned buildings. The rain started pouring heavier so you just went into one that looked stable. It was quite dark in there, making it look like it was nighttime. Finally settling down and trying to dry your clothes, you heard a low and dangerous voice say, “Who’s there?” you flinched at the sudden voice. “I- I was just settling here since it was rainin-“ You heard a gunshot and in instinct, you put your hands up. Your heart started to beat so fast and loud. You almost saw your life flash right before your eyes. “Leave.” The man firmly ordered you. At the same time, thunderclaps got louder, making you flinch even more.

Seconds of silence until he spoke again, “Tsk. Make sure you stay still then,”

Minutes went on and you just stood there. You sat down somewhere stable, making yourself comfortable as if no one was there. “You sound like someone I know… but I don’t think they’d handle a gun.” You randomly told the man. You were still scared but, you just felt like sharing it. “I told you to stay still woman.” He fought back. “I am still, I just talked, chill man.” You argued, mocking him a bit. You don’t know either why you talked like that to someone who is probably a criminal but, something about him made you feel comfortable enough to talk back like this to him. Then you heard footsteps, you thought it was the man who held the gun but it turns out it was someone else. “Who is this, Haruchiyo?” another voice boringly said.

Wait, Haruchiyo?- Was it him after all?- You slowly turned around to take a look at their features.

“I told you not to turn around.” Haru spoke through his teeth.

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harry and y/n are famous and dated privately for a while but it didn't work. they meet again at this event and she's with a date, and he gets super jealous. they fuck in the bathroom and he's super rough?

BETTER NOW

SORRY THIS TOOK ME SO LONG I’VE BEEN WRITING OTHER STUFF!!!!! BUT I LOVE THIS SO I KEPT IT!!!! 4k of BIG ANGSTY HARRY WARNING!!!!!

It was one of those benefit parties, one of the many Harry had been to in his career. Most of the ones he was invited to he couldn’t make--or didn’t want to attend, but made donations anyways. But this one...this one he accepted, despite the fact that his reason for going was completely selfish.

He was going because Y/N was going to be there.

It was a cause she cared deeply about, having had family who were unhoused, and always made a point to attend if she could. So when he got the invitation and saw the organization and its work, he knew she would be there. She was between movies, a rare period of time off, information he was only privy to because of their mutual friends, the same ones who set them up two years ago.

So on a warm April evening, he was walking into fancy house of a star in the hills, people in suits and long dresses all around him, black cars circling the drive as people were dropped off. Harry smoothed he lapels of his tan suit, straightened the light blue shirt he wore underneath, and sucked in a breath.

It wasn’t even like he was trying to find her. He just...immediately found her in the crowd, a pale pink dress floating down her body, her dark hair swept up into an up-do he knew she loved. She had a glass of an amber liquid in her hand, because he knew she hated wine. She had always been a go hard or go home kind of girl, no half-assing anything in her life.

Which perhaps was why the two of them had fallen apart--they were both workaholics in every definition of the word. There would be whole weeks where they’d play phone chase, and when they finally talked they would both be so exhausted it wouldn’t even fill the holes in their hearts. But when they were back together, it was like fucking fireworks, every moment Harry was around her he wanted to be touching her skin, hearing her voice, consumed in her. And despite as hard as he tried, he couldn’t shake that desire, even six months after they had broken up. It was “mutual” but he knew she wanted it more than him, and he loved her too much to force her to stay.

She’d been filming right after the breakup, a new film that was going to be the highlight of her career so far, and Harry had gone into the studio, pouring his heartache into a microphone and recording booth. He hadn’t seen her face in six months, heard her voice, watched her laugh at someone who wasn’t him. So seeing her in the flesh for the first time since the breakup threw his mind into overdrive.

What ripped his heart out, though, was the fact that a man had his hand on her lower back. A place that used to be his, a place he had treasured, a place he missed for every second of the day. For some reason, he hadn’t thought she would have brought a date. Perhaps that was because the prospect of Harry even putting his hands on someone else made him want to vomit, but as he watched her turn and say something to her date, it was obvious she didn’t feel the same. She was dating someone.

Fuck, Harry thought as he grabbed a flute of champagne from a tray to his left. Usually champagne wasn’t his thing, the headaches after making it not worth it, but he needed something. He wanted to rip his eyes away from her, but he just couldn’t. Because she looked magnificent.

Color in her cheeks and a twinkle in her eyes, the rise of her breasts visible from the scoop neck of the dress, dainty straps that sat on her shoulders that he used to pepper kisses across, the neck he used to leave love bites on visible because of her hairstyle. He couldn’t hear her voice, but he knew what it would sound like if he did, because he still heard it in his dreams. When he told Mitch that in the studio, he had been given the most pitiful look, but it was true. It was why he slept so much lately.

Harry leaned against a wall, eyes on her, ignoring everyone else in the room. He was sure people were trying to get his attention, but he didn’t care--he wasn’t there for them. He had come for her, and he was going to absorb every second of being in the same room as her, even though it made him want to sob.

After about five minutes of watching her, of being an utter and complete creep, her eyes finally swept over to his. Their gazes locked and it was as if the room fell away, as cheesy as that was, because the feeling of her eyes on him made Harry’s mind go haywire. Then he saw her step away from her date, just enough to wear his hand dropped from her back, and he couldn’t help but smile smugly.

He could feel her eyes trace up and down his body, just as his had been doing for the past few minutes. It felt good to have her eyes on him, like a drug being pumped into his system after being without it for so long. A relapse back into loving her.

As if he had ever stopped.

Harry once told her he was built to love her, and he still felt that way. Even though it was hard, even though their relationship was far from perfect, it was still the happiest he had ever been. As she looked at him, her brown eyes swirling over him, he wondered if she felt the same way.

But then she turned her head, her eyes focusing back on the people she was talking to. So Harry went to the bar and got a glass of straight tequila, because he was going to put himself through his own personal torture, he was going to at least have a drink.

An hour and a half later, Harry desperately had to pee. He found his way to an bathroom, almost running into a potted plant he didn’t see.

“Be careful.”

His head snapped up, knowing the owner of that voice immediately. She was leaning against the wall opposite him, a glass perched between her fingers. “What--what are you--”

“Escaping my date,” she replied, and his breath caught in his throat. Escaping her date? This had to be a dream.

“Why is that?” He was trying to keep his cool, but he knew it was slipping fast.

She took a sip of her drink and Harry couldn’t help but watch her lips around the rim of the glass. “He’s had too much to drink and is being obnoxious.”

That immediately made Harry nervous, although he knew he no longer had any right to be. “Are you okay?” He asked anyways, wanting to make sure she wasn’t uncomfortable or felt unsafe.

But she just nodded, eyes focusing on his. “I’m fine. Thank you though.” She twirled the glass in her hand, and Harry had forgotten all about his need to go to the bathroom. “So, how are you?”

“Um,” Harry mumbled, trying to figure out how to both make it clear he wasn’t great but also wasn’t the disaster he actually was. “Okay, I guess. You?”

“Same,” she replied and Harry suddenly found himself analyzing that single word. Did that mean she was still as broken up about their breakup as he was? Or was she actually okay? Because he certainly wasn’t. It was just a better word than “mess” or “disaster” or any of the proper words to describe how he was doing. ��Are you seeing anyone?”

The question threw Harry for a loop, making his palms sweat. How could she just throw that out there so flippantly? “No,” he said, watching her face for a reaction, which he didn’t get. “You--oh, I guess your date--”

She shook her head though. “No, he’s not...we’re not together. Just a friend of sorts.”

“Oh.” Now Harry was wondering if they were fucking. Which was something he had been actively trying not to think about. “Well, that’s...good.”

Her eyebrows raised at his words and Harry could’ve kicked himself. “Why is that?”

Because it means you could date me. “I--no reason. Fuck, sorry, didn’t mean that.”

Her lips pursed as her thoughts rolled over in her head, an action Harry knew well. “We’re just...seeing each other? We’re not like hooking up or anything.” She let out a nervous laugh. “I have no idea why I’m telling you this.” She stood up straight from the wall and turned away from him. “I--I’ll go, I assume you were here for the bathroom--”

“Y/N,” he said, her name a prayer on his lips, a memory of something he clung to in his moments of need, a name on his phone screen that he barely restrained himself from calling. Then he took two steps towards her, her back facing away from him where she was frozen in place, and against his better judgement, fastened his fingers around her wrist. “Wait.”

He could hear her shaky breath, the drag of air in her lungs when he touched her skin and he wondered if she could hear his heartbeat quicken.

“I--I know I have no right to say this, that we’ve been broken up for months, that you’ve probably moved on.” It was easier somehow to say these things to her back, easier than see her face as he poured his vulnerable heart out to her. “I still love you.”

She exhaled sharply at his words. “You don’t get to do this,” she replied, turning to face him. “Not like this, not right now, not here. You can’t just...do this.”

“I’m sorry,” he told her, voice breaking. “I know, I just can’t pretend anymore.”

Finally, her eyes fastened on his properly, and that same feeling that had captured him when their eyes met across the room ran through his body. That tension. “Pretend?”

Harry threw abandon to the wind, knowing this might be his last chance. “Pretend like I don’t think about you every second of the day. Pretend like I’m not jealous of your date. Pretend like I don’t want to kiss you right now. Pretend like I don’t want you.”

Before Harry even knew what was happening, she was surging towards him, crossing the distance, her lips slotting against his and her hands curled around the lapels of his jacket. Harry barely paused before his hands were in her hair, her hair that he was messing up, but he didn’t care because he could taste her on his tongue and feel her body against his, and he could touch her. God, touching her was euphoria like he had never felt before.

Kissing Y/N had always been an experience like nothing else, but after not having it for months it was even better. Their kisses had always consumed him, and this was no different--her hands were all over him, fingers gripping his body through his clothes, breathy moans in her mouth when he pulled on her lip and tugged her closer to him. He was going to take every advantage of this moment, he decided, and not think of what would happen after or how much harder it would be to get over her after this.

So he turned her against the wall, and pressed a hand next to her head for leverage. The angle had her arching into him, chasing his lips with her own, and when her hands tugged on his hair he groaned, low and deep and unabandoned. Then, she slipped her heeled foot up the back of his leg, her dress sliding up, and pressed the back of his thighs. The action had Harry’s pelvis moving closer to her, and they both moaned into each other’s mouths.

“Y/N,” he rasped against her lips, his hands moving to try and cover every inch of her exposed skin. His mind wasn’t even operating anymore, overwhelmed with the smell of her perfume and the feeling of her skin under his palms.

“Bathroom,” she muttered, a hand to the nape of his neck. “We--we can’t do this here.”

He didn’t know what this was other than a steamy makeout in a hallway, but he knew she was right. He pushed open the door of the bathroom and flicked on the light. Suddenly, he remembered his need to pee the second he saw a toilet. Her lips were searching for his, but he pulled away, taking a shallow breath. “I like really need to pee.”

Y/N laughed into his neck, before nodding. “Go.”

He didn’t move though, not an inch from where she was leaning against the closed door.

“I won’t leave,” she said, softer this time.

Harry nodded, and with that he stepped away, turning to the toilet in the corner. Perhaps with someone else the sound of him pissing in the same room would’ve been uncomfortable, but he was comfortable with her, even after the breakup and she seemed to be as well. When he was done, he moved to the sink, washing his hands, his eyes flickering to her heaving chest. “C’mere,” he said when his hands were dried, still standing next to the bathroom counter. There was a double wide bathroom counter and only one sink, which meant an open counter.

Without pausing, she was moving towards him, hooking her arms around his neck and leaning in. But Harry had other ideas. He grabbed her hips and turned her against the counter, and then pulled her legs up, scooting her up and onto the top of the counter. He looked up at her to see if it was okay and all he found was puffy lips and blown out irises staring back at him, a tongue darting across her lips to moisten them.

Her dress was pushed up on her thighs, exposing the length of her legs and Harry’s fingers dug into the exposed skin, pulling them apart to slot himself between. Then, he pulled her waist towards him and the minute his covered cock pressed against her center they both moaned, deep and wantonly. Her head fell back and Harry took the opportunity to pull and suck on her neck, no one place too hard to leave a mark, but enough to have her scrambling at his chest to push his jacket and shirt open, searching for exposed skin.

The strap of her dress was slipping down her shoulder, and Harry ran his tongue over the skin, a hushed gasp leaving her that made him smile. He had missed her sounds, the reactions to his touch that had been his anchor to the world. “God, you feel so good,” he mumbled, words escaping his mouth before he could stop them.

But she just scratched at his chest, thumb pushing against the butterfly tattooed on his abdommen. “Harry,” she rasped, and the sound had him thrusting against her, the sound of his name on her tongue making him need her like ever before.

“Fuck,” he breathed out, hand crawling up her body to hook his fingers around the back of her neck. He lifted his head from her skin and found her face, her lipstick a mess. “I want you so bad, Y/N.”

“Then have me,” she replied, and Harry thought he had died and gone to heaven.

He wasted no time pushing the other strap of her dress off her shoulders, letting them slip down and expose her heaving breasts, a bra nowhere in sight. “Beautiful,” he mumbled to no one in particular. Then her fingers hooked into the waistband of his pants and his focus was sharpened. When she popped the button and pushed down the zipper, his hands moved under her skirt, pushing it up around her waist so he could see her underwear.

Which were pink and lacy and practically see through. “If you rip them I will never forgive you,” she told him. “Harry--”

It was too late though, he was too desperate, the material too flimsy, that he pulled on them too hard and the material came apart in his hands. “Shit,” he said, looking from her panties to her. “I didn’t mean--”

She wrapped her hand around his neck and pulled his head to hers, whispering in his ear, “Just shut up and fuck me.”

This was one of the many reasons Harry had fallen in love with her. One of the many, many, many reasons why she lived in his mind rent-free. He pushed down his pants and his briefs, leaving them in a pool around his knees, and tugged the remnants of her pants away. His shirt and jacket were still on but he didn’t care, he just wanted her, wanted to be inside of her finally.

“I--I don’t have a condom,” he told her, mind swirling. He hadn’t needed one in forever, had stopped carrying one in his wallet for whenever things like this would happen with her, but also they had stopped using one a year into their relationship.

She shook her head. “I’m on an IUD. And I--I haven’t...”

His eyes widened. “Not you and...”

“No.”

The information didn’t really properly sink in, but it had settled enough for him to process the basics. That she hadn’t been with anyone since him, that maybe she was as ripped apart by their break up as he was. Maybe he wasn’t the only one suffering. “You’re sure?”

She nodded, fingers flexing across his skin. “Please, H, I--”

He didn’t wait any longer, he needed her as much as she did, if not more. He swipe a finger across her slit, seeing how wet she was, and he groaned when he felt her slickness. “Fuck, baby, you’re so wet,” he mumbled in awe. “All for me?”

“Yes,” she rasped, pushing her hips towards his fingers, “all for you.”

He could still read her body like a book he had memorized, a song he wrote himself. She was ready, even though they’d done barely any foreplay, and he was too--he had been ready for her since the moment she kissed him. He nudged his tip to her slit and she gasped at the feeling, his eyes darting to hers to make sure she was okay. But then she hooked her ankles around his waist and pushed his waist, making him slide into her, and he nearly screamed from the feeling. She was wet and hot and tight--fuck she was too tight--and his mind couldn’t focus on any one thing. His hand was clenched against the countertop, barely holding himself together.

“More,” she said, pulling his hair. “Please.”

So he gripped her waist and pushed all the way in, her broken moans filling his ears. She was so tight he could barely breathe and she felt so good, like coming home and finally being able to think again. “Fuck, Y/N, holy fuck.”

“Move, please--”

He didn’t make her wait to finish the sentence. He had a feeling neither of them were going to be able to wait. So he gripped her waist in his hands, his rings sitting heavily against her skin, and drove into her fast and hard. Their skin slapped as his hips moved into hers, and he knew she would probably have bruises on her inner thighs, but she didn’t stop him, simply egged him on with moans and begs for more, his name leaving her tongue every time he pushed into her.

“Like that?” He asked, his voice rough with desire. “Hmm, baby, like the feeling of me inside of you? Bet he couldn’t make you feel this good. Doesn’t know you like I do, doesn’t know how to fuck you right.”

He was babbling, he knew that, but that didn’t seem to bother her because she clenched around him when he spoke, dug her fingernails into his scalp. She had always loved it when he spoke like this to her, told her what she did to him, how good she felt. That didn’t seem to have changed.

“Fuck you so good you didn’t want anyone else,” he said, dropping his head to her shoulder as he thrusted in and out. The sound of their skin hitting filled his ears and he loved it, loved fucking her, loved how she held onto him for dear life.

“Best I’ve ever had.” Her words rang in his ears and he growled into her skin, nipping at the flesh at her shoulder, his former care for her skin gone the moment she said that. “God, H, please, I need--”

“Need more, baby?” He grunted, his hand falling to her clit, sensitive and delicate for him. He rubbed at it in a circle and she gasped, bucking up into him. “Like that? That good?”

She couldn’t even reply, just moved her head up and down, her eyes screwed shut as pleasure wracked through her. He could feel her tightening on him, her high coming fast. His own was barely over the edge, holding back because he needed her to come, needed to feel her spasm around him, needed to feel her hold him inside of her.

“Close, baby?” He mumbled, pulling at her hair, the updo long gone. It was falling around her shoulders in pieces, some still clipped up, but most of it falling.

He gripped the pieces into a fist, pulling her head back so he could suck onto her neck. When he did, her hands scrambled across his chest, finding purchase anywhere they could, red scratches across his skin that he knew would be there in the morning.

His teeth grazed across tender flesh and she shook in his arms. “Come for me, baby. Want to feel you come around me.” He doubled the pace on her clit and drove into her deep, knowing the combination sent her into overdrive.

He wasn’t disappointed. She gasped, her breath leaving her body as she shook and squirmed in his arms, her high crashing over her immediately. “Harry, Harry, Harry,” she chanted, his name the only thing on her lips.

When he pulled her into him, their lips refastening, she tugged on his hair, knowing he loved it, and then broke away to murmur, “Come for me, baby, please, I need it.”

It was as if his pleasure was connected to hers, because the moment she said the words, he had to pull out of her, coming in long spurts across her lower stomach and her pussy, strings of come decorating her like a masterpiece. His breath heaved in his chest and Y/N scratched down his chest, knowing it made his orgasm prolong slightly.

When he was done, he slid his head into the crook of her neck, struggling to find air to breath. He sucked in air, focusing only on the sound of her breathing and the feeling of her fingers pulling through his hair softly, tenderly. “You okay?” She finally asked him, voice dry.

He lifted his head and looked down at where his come marked her skin. “Better now.” He grabbed a kleenex, not daring to see her eyes, and brushed his come away, stealing just one taste that made him moan.

“Harry.” He looked up at her, her dress still around her waist, rest of her body exposed. “I--”

“I love you,” he said, cutting her off. “Fuck, Y/N, I’m so in love with you. Never stopped.”

“You interrupted me,” she said, an admonishment that made him smile despite himself. “Was going to tell you the same thing.”

His eyes widened. “Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

When he kissed her, the sound of her giggle made his heart soar, as if he was being sewn back together on the spot. “Will you come home?” He asked against her lips, sucking and pulling on the flesh. “Need you to come home and never leave.”

It didn’t faze her when he called his house home, because it was their home for a while. What he didn’t know yet was that their home had always been hers, because he was her home. She dusted a kiss across his eyebrow, tenderness seeping from her. “Take me home, H.”

somehow this became a fucking 4K ONE SHOT help me please this took me an hoUR ANd a HalF! i had THINGS I WAS SUPPOSED TO DO!!!! whoopsieeeee

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eyayah-oya · 3 years ago

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Are you taking request if so can you do a tup Wooley and Comet one where someone is flirting with tup and he oblivious to it while Comet and Wooley are slowly getting jealous and possessive and it leads to Comet and Wooely showing the person that Tup is theirs only??????

Thank you so much for this request!!! I am absolutely taking requests, and I'm so glad you asked for these three.

I adore Tup/Wooley/Comet and I'm glad that they're gaining more momentum! They're absolutely delightful to write, and I hope you enjoy this one-shot, Fay!

(yes the retail worker doesn't really get a name mainly because Comet is being petty and doesn't care enough to remember)

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It was a novelty to have credits to be able to spend. So was the idea that all of the clones were now officially citizens of the United Galactic Republic. But above everything else, the thing Comet still couldn’t get used to was the way other beings actually respected them. There was a shift in attitude almost overnight after they were given their rights and citizenship by the Elected Board of Governors that now presided over the Senate instead of a Chancellor.

It was rare to need to add a name to their Remembrances when a brother was murdered, whereas before, there were multiple deaths a day due to civilian antagonism. They were allowed to shop wherever they wanted, and they no longer had to hurry through dark streets with their friends, praying that they wouldn’t be spotted. It still startled Comet when someone addressed him or showed him any kindness.

Which was probably why Tup hadn’t realized that the sales associate had been flirting with him for the last half hour as he tried on various clothes that caught his eye. She had been getting more and more blatant the longer Tup ignored her, and Comet was getting a little annoyed at the whole thing. Wooley had wandered over to the scarves ten minutes ago, looking over the thin, soft material that came in all shades of color, but Comet kept closer to Tup, just in case.

“You should try these pants on next. They’re all the rage and I just know they’ll look fantastic on you. Also, easy to put on or take off in a hurry,” the associate said with a wink.

Comet very carefully didn’t tense or growl, but he desperately wanted to. Or maybe walk up and kiss Tup until the associate—Sari or Sani or Sahi or something like that—got the message that Tup wasn’t looking for another partner.

“What do you think, Comet?” Tup asked, holding up the glittering gold pants and frowning slightly. “I feel like these are something Commander Ponds would like to wear.”

“Gold is considered very fashionable right now,” Sati said. Or maybe it was Tasi. “Especially with some of you clones walking around with golden tattoos. Everyone wants gold now.”

“They do match Wooley’s tattoos,” Comet mused. “He’d definitely look fantastic in them, but I don’t think gold is really your color. Unless it’s Wooley that puts it on you.”

Tup considered his reflection for another second and nodded. “Yeah, I think you’re right. I don’t think I could pull off gold like I can blue. Or maybe pink.”

Comet grinned at the memory of the last time Tup had worn pink. Someone had protested how bright the color was and ended up with a bucket of paint the exact same shade poured over their head. “Do you think Senator Amidala would wear a matching pair with you if you asked?” Comet suggested.

“Oh, definitely. I’m her favorite babysitter besides Rex and Kix, and I know she loves all the fun clothes I find. She’s the one that gave me this shirt, you know.” Tup plucked at the wide-necked blouse that bared his shoulders and had sleeves down to his wrist. It was a really pretty purple color, closer to Marine red than actual purple. And it looked fantastic on him.

“Senator Amidala has fantastic taste in clothing. For the most part. I still don’t understand why she wears those enormous dresses, especially when she’s the target of so many assassination attempts.”

Wooley appeared at Comet’s side, a bag of scarves and what appeared to be earrings and some lipstick on his arm. He’d apparently already bought his finds. “It’s all the weapons,” he said, digging out a lipstick that was a bright metallic gold. “Naboo is well known for their cloak and dagger politics, though I hear the current Queen and Senator Amidala are trying to change that. The Senator has at least two blaster and I don’t even know how many blades hidden in those dresses and hairstyles. I would not want to try to assassinate her.”

Tani cleared her throat. “Umm, right, so the gold pants are a no then?”

“Do you want them, Wooley?” Comet asked.

He tilted his head and squinted at the skin-tight pants for a second. “Nah, I already found some gold things I think you will both enjoy later tonight.” He applied the gold lipstick and rolled his lips together, spreading the color. “How do I look?”

Comet grabbed the back of his neck and pulled him into a deep kiss. They stayed there for several seconds, and Comet thoroughly enjoyed the slick feeling of the lipstick, even though he knew he was spreading it everywhere on both himself and Wooley. A small price to pay, especially with how gorgeous Wooley looked.

“I’ll take that as “I like it”,” Wooley giggled. He wiped some of the smeared lipstick off of his upper lip and winked at Tup. “It’s flavored. You can have a taste once you figure out what clothes you want to buy.”

Tup grinned. “I’m holding you to that, cyare.”

Comet couldn’t help his feral grin from taking over as he watched Tazi wilt. It seemed like she finally figured out that Tup was not available. He already had partners, and none of them were looking for another beyond the occasional play time with other vod’e.

“If Wooley won’t give you a kiss right now, I can share,” Comet suggested.

“You do have half of his lipstick on you right now,” Tup laughed. “Alright. But you have to tell me if I should go with the black skinny jeans or the white ones.”

“Why not both? I know someone who can make one pair into hotpants,” Comet said just before Tup’s lips connected with his. Comet tangled his fingers into Tup’s hair as Wooley laughed at the sudden flush on Tup’s face and the disappointed huff from Zasi (or whatever her name was).

Peace was nice if it meant Comet could spend an afternoon with his partners, shopping and buying new things that they could actually own. Besides, Tup’s ass looked great in those black skinny jeans.

#clone/clone request #clone/clone #cloneshipping #tup/wooley/comet #clone trooper tup #clone trooper comet #clone trooper wooley #jealousy #post war #no order 66 #just three gorgeous boys #enjoying a day out #also Wooley looks amazing in gold #you can't tell me otherwise

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"Seasonal depression"

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Philza & Technoblade & Wilbur soot & Tommyinnit

//Major character death, angst with happy ending

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Phil hates fall.

He remembers well what a nightmare it was to clean up after Techno and Wilbur, every time they came back after playing outside, shoes dirty from mud, smiling from ear to ear.

How Tommy just wouldn't sit still in the bathtub, as Phil tried to rinse the dirt from his blond hair (Tommy always argued that no, he did not roll in mud at all, but Phil couldn't find any other explanation for how he had managed to collect so much dirt behind his ears).

How the rainy weather completely ruined their family trip in October (even tho Wilbur was laughing when he jumped in every puddle they came across, splashing water on both of his brothers, the fever he tormented him for the next week definitely made him less happy).

How Techno insisted that he wasn't cold, only for Phil having to lend him his coat and gloves an hour later (and although he would return them later, completely soaked and dirty, Phil always made sure to leave an extra blanket on his bed).

How the humid air left his wings feeling wet, settling heavily on the feathers (yet the need to shield the children from rain was stronger than any discomfort he felt later, as he let his cold feathers dry by the fireplace).

He also remembered a time when fall was his favorite season.

When at the end of the day, nothing could replace those quiet moments as he rocked sleeping Tommy in his arms, watching Wilbur smoothly intertwine Techno pink hair between his fingers, squinting in the weak candlelight.

Phil collected them all, those little fragile moments, every smile, every stupid leaf they give him, every new hairstyle Wilbur tested on his brother, every piece of wood thrown into a burning fireplace.

He collected them like souvenirs. That would soon inevitably become memories from their better days, and kept them close to his heart, as close as possible.

He did, until he couldn't anymore.

When that one autumn didn't bring back the familiar warmth, he realized that there were no more muddy footprints on the freshly washed floor, family trips and no one to pressure him into reading them a bedtime story, only to fall asleep before he even finished the first page.

The trees on the horizon, behind a wall of black smoke and soot, were slowly changing colors, and Phil held his dying son in his arms.

His son called him "dad" for the very lat time in October, and no matter how long he stood outside in the rain, the blood on his hands remained the same.

And as the last splashes of green vanished from the leaves, covering the ground with a fiery carpet, Phil realized that whatever was holding their family together, had been broken a long time ago.

Tommy called Techno a traitor, and Phil couldn't pretend he didn't understand him.

Techno said Tommy was stupid and naive, and Phil found it hard to disagree.

Ghostbur was grinning as Phil stared at his hands, dyed from Blue but still bloody red in his eyes, and he wondered if he would ever be able to look him in the eyes.

He found himself quietly hoping, asking, or even praying, that the next months would pass a little faster, that a thick layer of snow would cover everything he didn't want to look at.

But before all the leaves could fall off the trees, Phil was holding his youngest son, standing on a wooden dock.

Even though Tommy was taller than him, he still seemed so small. As if he could still easily pick him up and hold in his arms, letting him fall asleep on his shoulder, humming some random melody.

Ghostbur waved him goodbye. Phil quietly started reciting a new prayer.

And really, he should have stopped believing in gods a long time ago.

''Tommy is dead," Dream says on the same day the last leaf from L'mantree falls onto the yellow grass.

Phil didn't want anyone's condolences. He didn't want words of comfort, gifts, no sympathetic looks.

All he that wanted, was a proof. His body, at least some parts of it. That would silence the parts of his mind that wanted to hope that maybe, maybe, somehow...

Holding his eldest (the only one left) son's hand at the funeral, he couldn't force himself to even give a speech.

That fall, Phil buried two empty caskets.

Autumn left him with a void in his heart, and he knew he would never be able to fill.

He let all those memories, he held so close for so many years, fall and shatter into little pieces on the floor. Like an ancient sculpture; although beautiful from the outside, whoever created it had died a long time ago.

There was always a quiet inside Techno's house, and Phil was so desperate to grasp what was left of his family.

He wanted to hold onto Techno and never let it go. He let Ghostbur's hands color his cheeks blue.

And although the days grew colder and colder, he still refused to put on his old coat, the one that had their only real family picture stashed away in one of its pockets.

The night a thin layer of the first snow covered the roof of his house, Techno sent him a message.

Phil put on his shoes in a hurry, going over all the possible scenarios in his head.

The snowfall was not the ideal weather for flying, but it didn't really matter, because the time it took to spread his wings was enough to convince himself that 'I need you. Now.' actually meant: 'Be here in five minutes, or I'll fucking die'.

And only after landing on Techno's front porch, he let himself just breathe for a moment.

But when he opened the front door, all the air left his lungs.

His sons sat at the table, two mugs of steaming tea between them.

Both of them.

Tommy looked like he hadn't eaten in at least a week. His face was sunken, dark spots under his eyes, and his old T-shirt (with Techno's cloak dropped over his shoulder) had definitely seen better days.

Tommy was alive and staring at him with wide eyes.

"Dad?"

And before he could fully get up from his chair, Phil was already throwing his arms around him. They both fell on the floor.

Phil held him tight. As if someone would appear to remind him that his son was dead if he ever loosened his grip. As if he would lose him again.

Tommy buried his face in his shoulder, fingers grasping the back of his shirt.

Phil wasn't sure who started crying first.

Any questions that started to form in his mind were instantly shut down by this overwhelming feeling of relief.

It didn't matter anyway. It didn't matter 'how', 'why', the flowers he left on his grave that morning didn't matter.

Because suddenly, Tommy seemed so small once again. Like he used to be when, Phil was still able to hold his whole world in his wings. So small, like when he would always fall asleep to the tune of his lullabies.

His child was alive, and that was all that mattered.

Techno crouched down beside him, letting Phil's feathers fell behind his back.

December was kind and let him hold his baby in his arms once again.

Phil hated fall.

But maybe he'll give winter a chance.

#dream smp #mcyt #technoblade #tommyinnit #wilbur soot #ghostbur #fanfiction #sleepy boys inc #sbi #au #dsmp #fanfic #ff #sleepy bois inc #dadza #philza minecraft #ph1lza

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