#honestly i do hope i inspire someone w this idea actually. like. it's stupid. but it's soooooo cutes..... 🥺🥺🥺

[moe-broey]

OKAY. MAYBE. I THINK I GOT IT. MAYBE.

First. Sandpaper isn't strong enough, use a file (to make the nails blunt, so mmmaybe your friend's little fangs don't catch on things. Or at v least is less stabby)

SECOND. Masking tape (not my final version, I ended up switching out one of the nails too. Had a slightly different finish/tone to it, more matte. I wanted to go w something shiny silver, matching the other one). The idea here though, is to make a stopper. Using tape to bulk up the nail, bigger than the hole the nails will poke out of. Also by attaching them that way, you create a fixed position for how the set of fangs will sit. Plus, extra padding so the head of the nail doesn't jut out under the fabric! This takes a lot of finagling ngl though LMFAOO

Okay now cut to me trying to figure out how to apply these tiny little keychain charm beads in a way that actually mimicks barbell jewerly (very quickly found out you can't just cut one off and use it as a regular bead. For one, these esp, they're too small. And two, I think there's some hardware in there that can't easily be removed. I tried.)

THIS ONE. Three beads, I'm trying to have one bead show right? I'm poking holes in the fabric and pushing the beads through (this material has some stretch to it! So, it should hold well). Now, for a single bead, this isn't the best method I don't think (sinks into the fabric, less realistic effect -- vs sitting on top of the "skin", poking outwards) BUT. On the back, those two beads would be ADORABLE as eyebrow piercings.

Gonna hit image limit actually this sucks ass. Speedrun strats

Second attempt was having one of the beads (another three set) stick out, and stitching the back to position it correctly. I'm also trying to avoid having the hole of the bead face in front. Had more of a realistic look, but you can see the stitches (you can probably hide them in the face embroidery on the inside, if you're clever, but would be a huge pain in the ass).

Third attempt! And winning one! You take as much length as you need, push the ends through the holes, and voila. Beads that sit On Top of the lip (in this case!), like a barbell would! The holes also sit more to the side, so it looks better head-on (what counts the most). If needed, you can put some fabric in between the connecting beads on the inside. My test run, you could see the shape of the beads underneath the fabric. That extra bit acts as a barrier. For some reason this wasn't needed in my final one though 🤔 (maybe it sits more slack on the plushie itself...?)

OKAY. FINALLY. ASSEMBLE ALL BITS TOGETHER.

How the inside of the head looks, and how the angel fangs look all attached! I did exactly what I was thinking to do, second barbell test run, to attach the masking tape. Poked holes in the tape itself (makes running a needle through it easier), then carefully stitched the tape in place, using the inner face stitching. So no stitching shows up on the outside! If I'm honest, I don't know how well it will hold. But I couldn't really think of a better option. Hot glue would be too intrusive, would affect the shape of the face fabric and maybe even the texture. I don't wanna risk it. The nails aren't tightly strung either, since that can affect how the embroidery on the outside will look (pulling at the thread too much). Hopefully, once everything is all put together, it'll stay in place alright... MAYBE. MAYBE. The finishing touch would be the smallest dabs of hot glue at the entry point of the fangs (inside). I think keeping it loose for now will be fine though (it's still coming together!)

... Despite the phrasing, this isn't really a tutorial. This is just me talking at a wall. But. If you ever wanted to make tiny scale piercings for a tiny little guy. Now you Know 👍 (or at least have a jumping off point -- more than what I had going into this LMFAOOO)

[cayofdreams]

Establishing the Monocracy

~(Brat!Reader x Bakugou)~

Words: 3.4k

Rating: 🌊 18+, Smut

Warnings/Tags: cunnilingus, teasing, slight degradation

Notes: I was writing this req and just got inspired cuz Bakugou. Ended up being somewhat a preface to my Down with the Monocracy (which ofc is not a req reading to enjoy this)

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“Ohhh~! Yeah baby, right there!! So good!!”

The obnoxious moaning of the actress through your phone’s speakers made Bakugou quickly turn around from his desk to glare bullets into you. You were sitting on his bed, looking nonchalantly at the events transpiring on the screen. 

The two of you were supposed to go out later to hangout with friends so you stopped by his place to kill time. Two hours of time. A normal occurrence for you considering you liked to annoy your friend-and-rival whenever you could, and admittedly his surprisingly cozy room was comfortable to just laze around in.  Usually you’d read manga while he did whatever but Mina had sent you a rather vulgar clip with the caption ‘how i hope my night ends 😝😝!!’.

“Oi! What the fuck are you looking at in my room?! Turn that shit off!” More than the fact that you were boldly watching porn in his vicinity, he was more perplexed at how you were still playing the video after he called you out. “Why the fuck are you watching that?!”

“I just don’t get it.” Scratching your head, you continued to look quizzingly at the actress’ performance. “I mean, people actually find this stuff arousing?”

“Are you just gonna ignore my question?!”

“Oh my goodness, calm down. Mina sent me a video. She’s acting like its the hottest thing ever but it isn’t entertaining at all.” You rolled your eyes before concentrating once more on your phone’s screen. 

Finding it useless to ask if it was normal for friends to send porn to each other he instead questioned just what you were looking at to elicit such a response from you.  

“What? You used to some kind of extravagant sex or some shit?”

“No. Rather what’s happening here is extravagant. Literally no one does this in real life. It’s so unrealistic.”

A million questions ran through Bakugou’s head at this moment. Why were you watching porn in his room? What the fuck kind of porn is so bizarre that a deviant like you is confused? And Jesus were to trying to start something right now? Was he literally in a shitty porn introduction and didn’t know it? 

“Fuck~!! Hyahhh!! I’m gonna cummm~~!!!”

The sounds of the video continued to penetrate through Bakugou’s room. Mentally he was annoyed at the fact that he just wanted to get ahead on some paperwork before going out and your idiocy was preventing that, but physically the boner that was rising in his pants was only more and more intrigued. The woman he’d been undressing with his eyes for longest of times was now in his room, laying on his bed, watching porn.

“I mean seriously, only an idiot could think guys do this.”

“What the hell crazy shit are you looking at??”

“That thing that’s in like every porn. Where the guy is like licking her down there. Cunnilingus, if you will.”

Bakugou raised his eyebrow at you. “You mean eating pussy?”

“Oh my god…you’re so vulgar.” Rolling your eyes, you turned on your side, back faced towards Bakugou.

“You’re the fucking one in my room watching-“ As he glanced at your figure, he wondered just what the fuck you were getting at. Were you weirdly trying to seduce him? By playing porn and then pretending as if you were inexperienced in oral sex just for his sexual interest in you to pique? Were you trying to sexually outsmart him? Bakugou chuckled as he got up and walked towards you. “You think you’re so fucking sneaky, huh?”

You felt the increasing weight on the bed as Bakugou pressed his knee into the mattress to close his torso in on you. “What?” Quirking your eyebrow and turning towards him, you pondered his sudden shift in demeanor.

“Don’t fucking play dumb. I know what you’re doing.” Bakugou gripped his fingers around the collar of your shirt, forcing you to directly face him. “Since you pissed me off, I’m not doing shit with you even if you asked nicely.” He let go of you to walk back toward his desk, slumping himself in the chair. “Pretending like guys aren’t lining up to worship your pussy with their tongue just to get me to pity you. Pathetic.”

You paused as you analyzed his mood. Clearly he was upset at you, but you didn’t have the slightest idea why. “I agree that I should be worshipped but I don’t quite understand what you’re talking about.”

Bakugou clicked his tongue and shot a glare at you. “There’s no fucking way you’re gonna sit here and tell me some loser hasn’t been down on you. Didn’t you just get out of a relationship?”

“Mmm…yeah.”

“And you fucked, yeah?”

“We had sexual relations, yes.”

“And he never went down on you?”

“No. He said it wasn’t necessary.”

“W-What?”

“Well, he said since I’m quote-on-quote, horny all the time, it wasn’t necessary.”

Bakugou knew you were a trickster of sorts, but the way you just nonchalantly talked about your bitch of a boyfriend like it was normal told him you weren’t lying. Did someone like you, the prissiest, most self-absorbed chick in the universe really date someone who wouldn’t go down on you. Fuck, did you miss out.

Or rather, the bastard missed out.

Some snobbish prick didn’t hop on the chance to make you squirm under them? The one chance they’d probably have in asserting their rightful dominance over you, and they were too fucking stupid to not take it? It’d be a lie to say that when Bakugou saw those soft plushy thighs of yours peeking out from under your tight skirts he didn’t fantasize about the dripping mess he could create underneath.

Hell, you practically put your pussy on display whenever you wore those so-called ‘athletic’ shorts that helped you move faster as you’d claim. Bullshit. As if you weren’t tempting every loser in your vicinity with those faint imprints of your pussy lips through those shorts. Fuck, if he had known the whole time you were dating that piece of shit that he wasn’t going down on you, he would’ve fucking shown you what you were missing out on.

Well he wasn’t going to make the same shitty mistake as your boyfriend.

With a small curl of his lips, he cocked an eyebrow towards you. “You wanna find out what you missed out on?”

“Huh?”

“What your shitty ex was too stupid to not do, you want me to do it?”

After taking a moment to process Bakugou’s advances, you erupted into laughter. “No way!”

“Why the fuck are you laughing?!” Here he was, practically stripping his ego away for you, and you were just going to laugh in his face? Refusing his incredibly generous offer? Nevermind the sadistic value he’d receive from having you completely fall apart under him, it was still you who’d reap most the benefits. 

You wiped a tear from the corner of your eye, trying to stifle your snickers. “Okay, and I suppose you’re going to make me scream obnoxiously like the girl in that video, are you?” You face turned from amused to stern. “Unfortunately for you, I’ve already had sex and its nothing like what’s portrayed in that silly pornography. I’m sure it’s the same for- what do you call it? ‘Going down’? So, don’t even waste my time, Bakugou.”

Bakugou chuckled at your ignorance. Not only had you not had the pleasure of your pussy being smothered by some bastard’s tongue, but he wasn’t even fucking you properly? You poor thing. Honestly, he was a little offended you were only just now relaying this information onto him.

While you were trying to go back to whatever random things you were doing on your phone before Mina interrupted you, Bakugou strode back over to his bed, this time climbing on top of it, maneuvering your thighs so that he’d be seated between them.

“Oh no, did I awaken the challenger part of you? I’ve said what I said now get off.” You tried to kick you foot at him but he caught your ankle in his grip.

“Going against your weak excuse of a boyfriend is hardly a challenge, princess.”

“Oh ho-ho, so getting me to actually feel pleasure from what-ever you’re about to do is the challenge?”

“That’s not a challenge either.”

Sucking your teeth, you hastily took off your skirt and spread your thighs for him. “Fine. You have one chance, Ba-KA-gou.”

“Tch. Just do me favor and-“ Bakugou placed your hands around your knees and further spread your thighs apart. “keep ‘em fuckin’ spread.”

Rolling your eyes, you silently complied. You weren’t shy in the least about your body but the way Bakugou was intently zeroing in on the clothed folds of your pussy made your breath a bit shaky. 

Just when you were about to say something about his odd silence you felt the soft peck of his lips on your thigh. That peck was slowly followed by another, this time slightly closer to your center. As you tried to ease your breathing each peck made you more wet than the previous. By the time Bakugou was at the lining of your panties, you were practically pooling through the fabric. Smirking at your trembling he looked up at you.

“Shy?”

“N-No! You’re just incredibly slow. I bet you’re just h-hesitating because you don’t know how to- Owwch!” Bakugou had sunk his teeth into the softness of your thighs. Not enough to break skin, but enough to make you kick your heel into his back in retaliation. “What was that for?! You brute!”

“You’re getting on me about going slow but you’ve been the one wasting everyone’s time, Y/N.” He stroked the tip of his index finger along the slit of your panties, making more of your juices spill through the fabric. “Dating some shitty asshole when you could’ve been wetting this glorious cock the whole time.” He circled his finger around the clothed hood of your clit, reveling in the broken whimpers you couldn’t help but let out. “So now I’m gonna take allll the fucking time I want. So just lay there and try to make this a challenge for me.”

Bakugou then wrapped his lips around your pussy, soaking his saliva through your panties. He wasn’t even directly touching you but the rampant motions of his hot tongue through the now drenched cloth made your hips squirm underneath him. He went back and forth from licking to sucking you over your panties, pausing when you quivered too much or moaned too loud. He didn’t want to accidentally make you cum before his main act.

Unconsciously, you had let go of your knees to glide your fingers through his spikey locks, slightly pulling him forward as if he’d be able to ghost his tongue through your panties. He looked back up at you, pleased with your erotically joyous face.

“Didn’t I tell you to keep your hands there? You’re distracting me.”

Letting out a noise somewhere between a scoff and a whine, you re-placed your hands around your knees.

“So surprisingly obedient.” Bakugou slipped his finger around the crotch of your panties, gliding his knuckle around your swelled clit. “Probably because you’re just desperate to have your pussy played with. What a slut.” He increased the pressure of his knuckle around your clit and the feeling of it made you lean your head back against Bakugou’s pillows. “How about you tell me what you want, princess?”

Regulating your breathing enough to form a sentence you rose your head again to meet his vermillion eyes. “G-Go down on me. Prick.”

“Go? Huh? Where? In a car? Fucking clarify.”

You clicked your tongue and turned your head, annoyed at his feigning. Seeing as how you’d require a little encouragement, Bakugou pressed a kiss against clothed pussy, rubbing the tip of his nose where your clit would lie directly underneath. “C’mon. You’re college educated, right? Use your fucking vocabulary.”

You slowly turned your head towards him, the twitching agitation of your eyebrows only fueling him more. “Will you perform cunnil-“

“Finish that sentence and I’m leaving.”

Not wanting to test him on that threat, you reluctantly parted your lips. “…Eat my…” Bakugou licked stripe along your completely soaked panties, stopping to wiggle the tip his tongue against where your clit would be. “Mmnnn~…my pussy...”

“What? Can you fucking speak up? You can present shit in front of a whole audience but now you’re being as quiet as a damn mouse.”

“F-fuck…Bakugou. Damn you.” Your eyes became watery at the mix of humiliation and pressing desire to be touched directly. Were you really going to soil your ego for this bag of cockiness? Surely it wasn’t worth it. Is what your mind would probably say. But right now, your pussy wore the crown. And the queen was craving attention. “I want you to- to e-eat my pussy.”

Bakugou placed another bite on your inner thigh making your body jolt. “Can’t even add a damn ‘please’ to that? I’m sure your type was taught manners.”

“Pleeaassee~ Fuck! Please eat my pussy, Bakugou!”

A small burst of laughter left him as he slapped your thigh. “Well take ‘em off, princess.”

Begrudgingly taking off your panties, a shiny string of your wetness that connected you with the fabric broke as you threw them on the floor. Reassuming the previous positioning of your thighs, your now bare pussy was left open and vulnerable to your rival.

He leaned down to hover over your pussy, his nose trickling against the hood of your clit. You were already so wet for him. Your pussy was just glistening with juices that begged for tending to. Steadying his position between your thighs he glanced at you one more time. “You better not move.” He then licked a stripe up your folds, stimulating your clit in the process.

“Hyaah~!” The feeling was too much for your somewhat-inexperienced pussy and caused you to involuntarily push Bakugou back with your feet. The annoyance of being stopped was promptly displaced with satisfaction as he peered at your pitiful form.

“What did I just fuckin’ say? Open your legs again.” His voice that was rasp with frustration didn’t match his look of sadistic gratification. You were giving him just the reaction he wanted. Did you really think your meek little pussy was any match for him? He had barely touched you and this is how you’re acting? And the fact you were still hesitating on presenting that little pussy to him again only drove him more eager to ravish you. 

“Dammit, Y/N. Do I have to do every fucking thing?” Bakugou pulled you up by the waist so that you were in a piledriver-like position, with your back arched and ass raised in the air, and of course your pussy now directly presented up towards him. The crook of your neck was nothing compared to his tight grip around your hips, the squish of your flesh plunging from between his fingers. You couldn’t even use your legs to fight against him as his grip was too secure. “All I’m doing for you, and you can’t even follow simple fucking directions.

“’C-Cuz it felt too-Hmmnngh~!” You were cut off by the ravaging of Bakugou’s tongue over your pussy folds. He went back and forth from slurping up your juices to flicking his tongue over and over on your clit. If you weren’t already embarrassed by the position you were in, the absolute filthy sounds Bakugou was making with his mouth were achieving that. “Hnnggh~Baku…Bakugou!” You tried flailing your legs around in the air but Bakugou quickly grasped them in his hands. 

He ran his nails down the silky surface of your thighs, making for a sweetly masochistic pleasure mixed with his obscene lapping at your pussy. Continuing his gorging on your sweet pussy, he could feel you shaking from below him. He looked down below at your face, chucking into your pussy at how wretchedly delirious you looked.

“Gonna cum?” You vehemently shook your head no despite the swelling you felt within your pelvis. He slithered his hands down to glide them up your shirt, lifting up your bra above your soft breasts. “Well I’m not fucking stopping until you do. So give me something to play with until then.”

Bakugou roughly kneaded at your breasts between his fingers, squeezing them to hear your pitchy whines at the pain. The mix of his saliva and your slippery essence drooled from your pussy to pool at your tummy and breasts. He gathered a bit of the mixture and slicked his fingers in circles on your nipples. The erotic feeling of it sent a surge of pleasure straight to your pussy. “Ahahnn~ Bakugou…I-I’m gonna cumm~”

He locked eyes with you, continuing to slick his tongue around your clit. “From what?” Boosting your urgency to reply, he pinched a little harder at your nipples. “Tell me what you’re gonna cum from, princess.”

“F-From you eating my pussy~! From Katsuki eating my pussy~!!” The sounds of hearing you use his name for the first time made him pink in the cheeks and twitch in his boxers. Bakugou came up from between your hips, enticed to make you say more lewd things. You were rarely one to speak vulgarly so he’d make the best of your blissed-out state.

“Ahaha-! You sound like those silly pornos!” Not thinking your face could feel even more hot, you felt your cheeks rise with even more heat at his teasing. Bakugou took one of the hands from your breasts and palmed it against your slippery folds. “You still think every guy is like your stupid fucking ex, Y/N?” He ran his palm back and forth against your slit to keep you right on the edge of an orgasm.

“Noo~! Katsuki is so m-much better! Katsuki is sooo much better than my stupid ex~!”

He chuckled at your admittance, but of course, he couldn’t leave it there. “I’m kinda the fuckin’ best, aren’t I?”

“Hmmnn~! Yesss! ~the best! K-Katsuki is the bessst~!”

“You wanna cum on my tongue?”

“Please! Please let me-! Please let me cum on your tongue, Katsuki~!”

“You better fuckin’ listen to me and stay still, then. And don’t look away from me.”

Bakugou threw you back on the bed before lying on his stomach to place himself once more at your quivering pussy. Making sure your eyes were locked with his, he enveloped your folds within his mouth, sucking directly on your clit. He not only feasted on your pussy, but on the entranced look in your eyes. Your e/c eyes that looked at him like he was the only one that could gratify your carnal desires.

And from now on, he’d be sure he was the only one.

You gripped your fingers at the bed sheets beneath you as your orgasm rapidly creeped up on you. The intensity of Bakugou’s tongue coupled with his eye contact was sending you over the edge more fiercely than any pathetic ex or cheap sex toy ever could. “Ohhhmygodd~ Fuckkk-! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m cumming! I’m-“

Forced to break eye contact with the unconscious jerk of your head back on the pillows, your pussy convulsed violently around Bakugou’s tongue. “Katsukiii~!” If you had to say, this was the most powerful orgasm you’d ever experienced. All at the hands- or tongue rather- of Bakugou Katsuki. Your ego would surely be disappointed in you choosing your pussy over it.

Bakugou slowly licked his tongue up and down your folds as you came down from your high. The corners of his lips lifted into a devious smile at your disheveled appearance. When your body finally stopped trembling, he completely separated his mouth from you and slid his body on top of yours to be face-to-face with you.

Silently, without care of you still gasping for air, he pressed his lips against yours, eventually intensifying the kiss with the slip of his tongue between your lips. Happily obliging, you glided your tongue against his as your fingers slithered up to once again fumble with his locks of hair. The taste of you on his tongue almost seemed sensual as you wrapped your legs around his waist.

Sliding his hand up to gently grip at your jaw, he separated his lips from yours, licking away the chain of saliva that still connected the two of you. As he sat upright to take his shirt off, he looked down at you, embellished with yearning to relieve his own build-up.

“Should I prove you wrong on fucking too before we hang out with those losers?”

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[dolliedarlin]

s a f e  i n  h i s  a r m s ⏤katsuki b. 

s u m m a r y : after rescuing you during a rescue exercise gone wrong, now Bakugou can't shake you off from clinging onto his arm.

l e n g t h : 2.9k

g e n r e : fluff

w a r n i n g s : cursing from our beloved explosion boy

p a i r i n g : bakugou katsuki x f.reader

a / n : this idea came out of nowhere so instantly got to writing it. i'm sorry for any grammatical or spelling mistakes. this honestly gives me Juvia and Gray vibes from Fairy Tail...they were my favorite couple after all so, yeah...even reader has a water quirk -oopsie! whelp! we can see where my inspiration comes from at least. enjoy they read my lovelies!

It all started when Bakugou saved you during a rescue exercise that went horribly wrong for you.

The ceiling had collapsed from above you and, no matter how fast you were at trying to avoid the falling debris, it was still able to trap your leg. With it's crushing weight, several bones in your leg were snapped, leaving you vulnerable and immobile. Your horrifying cry of pain could be heard throughout the building as it bounced off the walls, alerting your classmates, who were sent into an instant panic.

Most of them had traversed through the fragile maze left by the torn-down structure as you had stubbornly stayed behind to ensure that everything transpired smoothly behind your teammates. With the frail state of the infrastructure, it was difficult for your team to travel back to your location without possibly triggering further collateral damage that could potentially cause further harm to you.

Things weren't looking their brightest.

The pain in your leg had crawled up the rest of your body and paralysed you with its stinging bite. It almost brought tears to your eyes but you had to be strong, you couldn't just sit around and wait for help. That isn't what a future hero should do. With the dry air around you, you wouldn't be able to use your quirk so you got started on trying to push away the sizable chunk of ceiling that had trapped your leg beneath it yourself.

It didn't take long before you realised that your attempts were futile. Judging from the way your arms shock under the weight as you awkwardly gripped at the ceiling fragment, you wouldn't be able to get out on your own. Losing hope, you let your tears accumulate to the surface of your eyes and were just about to let them flood over your lashes when an explosion broke a hole in the wall to the right of you. The instant you turned to its direction, your (e/c) orbs met with the piercing red eyes of Bakugou. The explosive blonde didn't say anything and just hurried to your side with a scowl, easily lifting the weight off of your leg before delivering a blast that pushed the hard stone ceiling over onto it's back. You were about to say your thanks when the blonde saw the state of your leg and grumbled as he picked you up in his arms and made a run for the exit he had made.

Everything happened in the blink of an eye, primarily because the jumbled emotions you were going through was hard to process individually as well as conjointly. However, one thing that you were sure of as you stared up at the frowning blonde carrying you in his arms, was that you had never felt safer than in that moment.

After that day, the way you acted around Bakugou was never the same.

You never really had a fixed friendship group. Sometimes you would sit with Midoriya and his friends, sometimes with the Bakusquad, sometimes with the rest of your classmates (but not Mineta) and even with those from class 2B. However, you were beginning to hang around the Bakusquad more and more after the incident of your rescue.

None of them really complained about it, not even Bakugou, in fact, they loved that you were spending time with them, especially Mina as she finally had another girl to help her through the other boys' antics. It was a surprising thing coming from her, seeing as she partook in mischievous antics of her own from time to time, sometimes, even joining in with Kaminari and Sero's playful pranks.

Truthfully, you seemed to be the only other level-headed person aside from Kirishima in Baukgou's eyes so, although he was grumbling under his breath at first, he wasn't too opposed at your newly established presence amongst the group of 'annoying weirdos that followed him around'.

This was a good sign for you and helped you to quickly get comfortable around the blonde.

Nobody knew this about you at the time but you're actually a very affectionate person, you just haven't been able to find someone to direct that affection towards so you've been a bit touch-staved. That was getting fixed really soon, however, because, now, you know exactly who to shower your affection on.

It started with little things such as simply standing closer to Bakugou than usual. He would throw you a narrowed glare but after you flashed him a smile, he would relent with a huff as he turned his attention away from you. It didn't take long for him to get used to you being so close but the instant he had grown familiar with your close proximity, you gave him a reason to send another harsh stare and growl your way.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing to my hand you stupid extra?!" he snapped at you, almost showering you in saliva from the way he was shouting in your face.

"Holding your hand," you replied bluntly, flashing a wide grin up at him with your eyes closed. In protest, the explosive blonde tried to tug your hand away, shouting demands for you to let go. This is when he realised that you had suddenly grown a monstrous amount of strength as he wasn't able to successfully pull his hand away from you. In fact, his tugging had the opposite effect and encouraged you, to not only, interlace your fingers with his but also to hug his arm to your chest using your other hand.

"GET OFF ME!"

"Don't you like holding my hand, Bakugou?" you asked with an endearing pout and subtle whine in your voice as you looked up at him with big teary eyes.

"NO! I DON'T!" his hopes of getting you to let go proved futile as you just continued to smile and hold him tightly. Eventually, he gave up and let you cuddle his arm throughout the school day, glaring at the people that dared to look and point. Kirishima, Kaminari, Sero, and Mina all commented on his laughable position, chuckling under their breath at how it didn't suit him to be so close and affectionate with a girl.

"WHAT DID YOU SAY?! SAY THAT AGAIN YOU BASTARDS AND I'LL BLAST YOUR FACES OFF!" he was about to chase them down as they shouted and ran away from him, their laughter hanging in the air. If only you weren't still hugging his arm.

"Don't do that Bakugou," you pouted and pressed your cheek into his shoulder.

"Hah?" he gave you a look of offended confusion. No one dared to keep him from beating up those idiots, who called themselves his friends, before.

"I'll have to let go of your arm if you do that,"

Bakugou doesn't know why but he didn't put up much of a fight after seeing how dejected you looked at the idea of having to let go of his arm.

As time progressed, many people grew bolder in teasing Bakugou as your holds on the male grew even more restricted, which gave them ample time to run away if need be.

One day, when you had been cuddling into Bakugou's side whilst hanging out in the common room with the rest of his group, Kaminari couldn't hold back his jealousy at the fact that someone as ill-tempered as Bakugou was getting more attention from a girl than he was.

"I can't believe you get cuddles from (Y/N) every day, Bakugou," Kaminari began as you giggled in return, "It's Not Fair!" the electric emitter cried with tears in his eyes.

"Then you have her!" Bakugou barked, attempting to pry you off him just to throw you at Kaminari as you flashed the explosive boy an extremely upset expression.

"No!" you cried, clinging onto him as tightly as possible, "I only wanna cuddle Bakugou!"

At this, the explosion quirk user sighed in exasperation and slumped back into his seat on the sofa, letting you sit on his lap and nuzzling into his chest as his arms stayed immobile at his sides. In the background, Kirishima set about comforting Kaminari as Mina and Sero laughed at the comical scene before them.

Your need to cuddle and be close to Bakugou didn't stop there, however, you even had the guts to embrace him at inconvenient times.

There were instances where Bakugou would be cooking dinner in the dorm kitchen and you'd come up to hug him from behind. His only response to your embrace, after you had done this to him time and time again, was to continue cooking and to cook enough for the two of you.

The first few times you were valiant enough to bring the red-eyed temper teen into your arms, he had put up his usual fight before ultimately giving up. The case would be that you'd skip up to him with your usual close-eyed smile, pull him into a hug that he wouldn't return as he'd do his best to continue whatever it was that he was doing, treating you like dead-weight hanging off his torso. Sometimes, he needed to throw you over his shoulder or carry you in his arms to be able to do whatever he had to do properly.

Take for example, walking up a set of stairs, he would throw you over his shoulder and make his way up the steps as quickly as possible to ensure that fewer people saw. Times when you had been particularly eager to stand beside him, even when he's training, he'd use you for practice.

It started off as your idea, actually.

"Why don't you pretend that I'm an injured person and carry me in your arms as you run to safety?" you suggested as you held your arms out, smiling happily up at him. He was stubborn at first but eventually, he was carrying you in his arms as he ran laps on the UA track lines. It felt so good to be in his arms again that you would always end up nuzzling your face into his neck no matter how sweaty he got.

"Don't do that, idiot. I'm fucking sweaty!" he'd reprimand you often.

"But I like your sweat Bakugou,"

"HAH?!"

"It saved me that one time and I'm sure it'll save me and others many more times in the future too," you'll never forget the tomato-red blush his face flourished into that day.

Nobody knows why you came across as so persuasive to the blonde that he let you do whatever you wanted. However, from their observations and the speculation that stayed between the rest of class 1A ended up reasoning that Bakugou was too touch-starved to willingly fight you off him. It was cute. The two of you were secretly dubbed the cutest couple in class 1A despite not officially dating.

Your admirable persistence at staying beside Bakugou at all hours of the day has continued for several months, and now, Bakugou as well as the rest of your classmates, wouldn't be able to see you without seeing the explosive blonde close by. Often times, you would cuddle up to him on the common room sofas as he read a book or played the games he was forced into doing by his 'idiot' friends. Your interactions were amusing to watch and helped the rest of your classmates see a different side to Bakugou.

The desire you had to stay by Bakugou's side flourished and blossomed over the months as your initiation on being close to him made you learn more endearing things about him. He's very misunderstood so you're glad you took the time to get to know him.

"You don't mean to be mean, do you, Katsuki?" you whispered his name with the most affection and ever so gently as you reached up a hand to tenderly caress his sleeping face. He had managed to fall asleep with everyone else at a weekend night together. The previous week had been exhausting and so the Bakusquad suggested an evening of fun to lift the weight of stress off everyone's shoulders before another week of stress is piled on top of them again. "I sometimes wish more people can see the good in you," you continued, suppressing a yawn, "but I'm greedy,"

Bakugou will never admit that he heard your little confession that night as you slipped into the world of sleep cuddled into his chest atop him.

As of recently, you had been pestering Bakugou to hug you back whenever you went up to embrace him but he wasn't going to willingly comply until he found out why exactly you were being so clingy. He knows he isn't the best person to be affectionate with and that you somehow were able to see through that, not that he would ever admit to there being something deeper going on behind his constant untamable temper.

The blonde can see you with so many other guys who were more deserving of you than he was, like Kirishima and even that stupid Deku. No matter how irritated it made him feel to see you with other guys, he knows that it was ultimately better for you to be affectionate towards them than him. It didn't make sense to that someone like you was always so desperate to be beside someone like him.

The day he saved you during the rescue exercise was a one-time thing. That couldn't be your only reason. Bakugou needed to know your way of thinking and decide for himself if it was equitable enough to let you continue what you were doing or to push you towards someone else, whether you do it willingly or not, he didn't care. He needed to focus on becoming the number one hero, not you.

It wasn't until the class had another hero rescue exercise that Bakugou finally got an answer to the reasoning behind your behavior towards him.

Somehow, the two of you ended up trapped together. Bakugou could easily cause an explosion to get out but not without causing the rest of the building collapse atop both of you at a rate and amount that would overwhelm the explosion emitter. Your water emitting quirk was limited at the moisture in the dry air surrounding you so you wouldn't be able to help much if you wanted to.

Despite the dire situation, you were still smiling and moving about without a care in the world.

"What are you smiling about idiot?!" Bakugou snapped at you, his frustration at his helpless situation making him act out, what made it all the more infuriating, however, was knowing that you knew from the gentle and understanding smile you directed towards him.

"Because you're with me Bakugou," he was speechless, "whenever I'm with you, I know I'm safe so I can be calm and think of things rationally," your smile only grew at his stunned and blinking expression, it took a moment but a boost of Bakugou's ego was soon rushing in as he felt his heart do something weird in his chest. It made him blush but you didn't need to see that so he quickly turned away so that the only evidence of the blush on his face you witnessed was at the tips of his ears, "in fact, I think I have an idea on how to get out,"

Using your water quirk, you drew as much moisture from the air as you could before you took a limited amount from your lungs. You fashioned the water in your hands into a gentle drill that you then used to dig your way out from the building. You needed to take multiple breaks, however, as utilising water from your lungs required you to hold your breath but in no time at all, you and Bakugou were out and safe.

After that day, Bakugou finally hugged you back every time you embraced him.

He became less grumbly at the fact that you were always reaching out to touch and cuddle up to him, actually, he made it a point that you would only want to be close to him and no one else. Everyone practically saw the hidden smirk on his lips every time he pressed your happily smiling face into his chest as his arms wrapped around your waist tightly, with his smirk all the boys around him he would glower at as if to stake his claim over you and the affection you were showering him with.

Bakugou could get used to this. He should've given you a chance earlier because he surprisingly liked having you wrapped up in his arms, your face tucked into the crook of his neck, your chest pressed up against his as your arms wrapped around his torso.

"Katsuki," you looked up at him as he grunted in return, maneuvering your face back into the junction between his shoulder and neck. It was a place that your face fit perfectly into and he needed you to always have your face pressed up against that area or else his neck would feel too exposed and naked, "since you're okay with hugging me back now..."

"What is it?" you didn't answer so he pulled away to look you in the eyes, "Spit it out,"

"Can I have a kiss?"

“Uh-“

n a v i . | bnha mlist

[etlunainmorte]

Vergil X Reader: True Feelings

~ Hello, everyone! This is my present to Exy ( @impendingexodus ). A little Vergil X Reader to warm up your holidays!❤❤❤😍😍😍

I hope you like this! And Merry Christmas! ❤❤❤😍😍😍

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He knew this feeling all too well. After all, he did experience something like this a long, long time ago.

However, this time around, Vergil felt it was even more difficult than ever before.

It was one of those days when he just couldn't control his temper. The simplest things would easily annoy him, and the deadliest words would just spill out of his mouth uncontrollably, regardless of who was present.

Maybe it's just old age or frustration getting the better of him, or maybe it's his brother's incompetence in many things that pulls the two of them down as Devil Hunters but, whatever the case, he just couldn't explain why he explodes like that at times. Yes, that's the word. He just explodes.

Sadly, the last time he did that was when (Y/N) was around.

Actually, the girl didn't do anything wrong. She didn't step out of the line. However, the way his brother lingered to her, the way he touched her, the way he looked at her, it just,... sets him off. Normally, Vergil could withstand his brother's suspicious behavior towards (Y/N) but, this time, he felt,... different.

After all, he knew this feeling all too well. He experienced something like this a long, long time ago.

However, this time around, Vergil felt it was even more difficult than ever before.

Needless to say, the moment Vergil let out those poisonous words that threatened to burn his throat like acid, he felt as if someone just poured hot water right on top of his head. He felt so hot all over, he could feel his anger coursing through each and every part of his body beginning from his veins to the tips of his fingers and toes. He felt so close to exploding, to triggering, and yet, the moment he saw the tears dangerously coming out of her (E/C) - colored eyes, he instantly felt his heart dropping to the darkest pit of his stomach. The moment she ran away, scared of what he has become right before her and Dante, Vergil felt this deathly coldness seeping through those same veins that brought the heat of wrath all over his body. And when she ran away from him in fear like that, he felt a precious part of his being leaving him forever.

Precious,...

Was (Y/N) that precious to him? He didn't know.

All he knew was whenever she's with him, he feels very calm. When she's around, he feels this warm sensation glowing deep within his core. All those negative thoughts that constantly plague his head, of darkness, and evil, and danger, would instantly leave his body, to be filled with warmth, and something very soft and tender that he couldn't quite explain. In a very short time, (Y/N) has become a very bright beacon for Vergil. The beacon that calms his mind, and gives him a feeling of reassurance that everything would be fine despite the chaotic state of his being.

In all honesty, Vergil wanted to surprise her. He wanted to give her a little something for Christmas. After all, she has done so much for him during the past few months, even when he was still not the man he is now. After acquiring those memories from V, he realized how much she has cared for him. How she took care of him when he's wounded. How she fed him when he's starving and how she clothed him when he felt cold. How she stayed with him despite all difficulties and how she remained by his side during all those trials. And even when she first met the real Vergil, she did her best to understand the situation. Despite her confusion, she did her best to learn about his kin and the truth, and darkness, behind his family name.

And even when she found out the things he has done in the past, she chose to remain by his side. She chose to believe in him.

She chose to always be there for him.

However, Vergil knew he's becoming such a burden towards her.

More so, he's becoming more and more volatile towards her when Dante's around.

Dropping the Yamato on the ground next to his feet, he collapsed and went down on his knees, his chest hurting as the image of her crying popped into his head.

Just earlier after his outburst, Dante tried to reason with him. His brother tried to calm him. As a matter of fact, Dante received a few slashes from him before his senses finally resurfaced. Through his hyper sensitive eyes, he noticed his brother helpless on the ground, refusing to fight, and still trying to reason with him.

And through his hazy mind, he saw her anguished face once again. Begging him to stop. Begging him to listen to her.

Right then and there, Vergil morphed back to his human form, drew the Yamato, and made a portal to this isolated place where no one dared to follow him.

It was the place where he separated his human self from his demonic self all those months ago.

And as he knelt there, regretting all the actions he has done, he thought of nothing but (Y/N).

Of how much he wanted to see her smiling again. Of how much he wanted to spend the rest of the day with her. Of how much he wanted to feel her frail body against him. Of how much he wanted to feel protected and loved.

Protected and loved,... by her.

But he has messed up. His jealousy,... has driven her away,...

Yes, jealousy, that's the word.

Jealousy has driven Vergil Sparda mad.

How would he get her back? How could he explain everything to her? Would she even believe him? Would she even listen to him?

"Vergil?"

There. Just now, he heard her soft and tender voice. Oh, how he missed that sweet, sweet voice of hers.

"Vergil, are you alright?"

And even his mind was playing tricks on him. How could she know where he was? Unless,...

The man scrambled to his feet, turned around, and saw none other than her, (Y/N) herself, in the flesh.

But,... how?

She gave him a little smile as she made small steps towards him, probably still wary of him and how he would possibly react.

This made Vergil wince. Has he really fallen low enough to make her frightened of him like that?

"I don't understand." Vergil began as he watched her get closer and closer towards him. "You didn't have to follow me here,... "

Her nose bridge wrinkled ever so slightly at what he just said.

Oh, how adorable she looked doing that,...

"But, I'm here for you." She said as she looked up at him, her eyes ever so gentle and her voice ever so soft.

"I don't even deserve you." Vergil answered. "Do I,... even deserve you?"

(Y/N) sighed as she shook her head. Fishing something from her pocket, she said, "I thought I would wait until midnight to give you this but," From her pocket, she produced a small gift he reckoned she wrapped herself and gingerly handed it to him. Placing her hands behind her back, she nodded at the little present in his hands. And with that adorable little smile of hers, she went on, " ... I guess there's no better time than tonight, right?"

A series of words came out as mere mumbles from Vergil's mouth as he looked at the gift then at her, then back at the gift once more, and this made her chuckle.

"Go on! Open it." She invited.

With a deep breath, Vergil placed his fingers on the little bow and carefully pulled it loose, letting the soft fabric wrapper fall flat on his palm.

What he saw confused him at first. It was nothing more than a small bundle of handmade bookmarks of all shapes and sizes.

How - ?

Then, he finally remembered. He finally remembered, and it actually made his eyes sting.

"Do you remember this?" (Y/N) began as she pointed at one particular bookmark that looked like a bird. "We both made this one to look like Griffon. I remember he was so annoyed by this, he actually tried to rip it apart!"

"(Y/N), I,... " You,… you kept these bookmarks,… all this time?

"Oh! And this one." She went on, now pointing at a gun shaped bookmark made from colorful pages of old magazines. "I remember there was a storm. We couldn't go out so we borrowed some of Nico's old Artisan magazines, and we were inspired to make our very own weapon. But, we're not Artisans, so, instead, we made this to pass the time! Do you remember, Vergil?"

"I - "

"And this one." She said, pointing at a Christmas tree shaped bookmark. "Do you remember this?"

Vergil closed his eyes, still trying to contain the emotions that were flooding out. He nodded, simply because he couldn't trust his voice.

"It was my idea." Vergil said, his voice hoarse and low. "I told you I'd buy as much books as I can with my own earnings as a Devil Hunter and spend the holidays reading them with you."

Vergil waited for her answer, and a few moments later, a smile creeped up on the corner of her lips. "Well, the books are ready, if you still want to come home with me."

"W - what do you mean? What is - ?"

"Umm, I mean, there's comedy, and tragedy, romance, poetry, of course, and those comics you saw at the local book shop once. The Far Side series. I got all your requests."

"I had no idea back then if I would live long enough to experience this day with you." Vergil added, his emotions betraying him.

"Hmm? You're here with me, right now."

"I knew I was at death's door, and I didn't want you to worry."

"But, you came back."

"And I was a terrible, terrible man." Vergil went on, trying to ignore the pain in his chest. The pain of bottling up all of his emotions.

The girl tilted her head to the side. "Why would you say that?"

"I,... hurt you! Despite everything you did for me, I still made you cry. I don't,... deserve someone as good as you!" Finally letting the painful truth go, Vergil sighed and gave her a pleading look. "I want you to have a happy life together with the man you love. I don't ever want you to experience pain, or suffering, or sadness. I want the best for you.

"(Y/N),... it's the best I could do for you for everything you've done for a,... shameful,... and tainted man,... such as myself."

There. The words were out, and honestly, Vergil felt so stupid for saying those.

And (Y/N)?

Well, the girl seemed to agree with him on that!

"W - what's so funny?" Vergil mumbled in embarrassment as he watched the girl control her mirth. "D - do I have s - something on my face?"

"Oh, you are a terrible, terrible liar, Vergil!" She spoke through her laughter.

Ah, it seems I have lost to her yet again,... "And what do you want me to say?! (Y/N), be with Dante because you deserve each other? Go out, spread the happy news, and,... multiply?!"

"Who told you I like Dante?!" The girl went on as if she's mocking Vergil's words.

Ah, so much for letting out those crushing and painful feelings,...

"Well, do you?!"

"Oh, dear, of course, I do! But, only as a friend." The girl informed him, then rolled her eyes. "And who said anything about," she stepped closer, dangerously closer, towards him and pressed an accusing finger against his forehead. Which looked very cute, considering the gap in their heights. " ... MULTIPLYING WITH YOUR BROTHER?!"

"Y - you mean, y - you're not in love with Dante?" And once again, Vergil felt he was back in middle - school, confessing to his very first crush.

Once again, Vergil heard her laughter. And her loveable snort. Oh, how he missed the sound and the sight,...

Then, without warning, Vergil felt something very soft and sweet, the taste of cherries, and,... chocolate? Against his lips. Then, the flowery scent of her hair assaulted his nostrils. Her smooth arms went around his neck, and he slightly felt her weight when she clung to him. He closed his eyes, wrapped his muscular arms around her shapely waist, held her oh so close to his chest, and finally,... finally! Moved his lips against hers.

Heaven. It felt as if he has died and gone straight to Heaven. He, a sinful man who has committed grave mistakes in the past, was being showered with love and affection by the loveliest Angel he has ever met.

With the rhythm of their lips and the soft moans of the girl he loved, Vergil felt that a great blessing has just entered his life.

Yes, he may have lied to her about him wanting her to be happy with someone else. Yes, he told her that he didn't deserve someone as good as her. But, deep inside, he wanted to be hers, and hers alone. He wanted to hold her like this for the rest of his life. He wanted to do more than read those books with her. He wanted the two of them to make their own stories, together. And,... more.

Vergil opened his eyes and saw her pouty lips as he broke the kiss that seemed to go on forever in their heads.

"I,... have a little surprise for you, as well." He revealed, his voice sounding as satisfied as it can be.

"Really? What is it?"

The corner of Vergil's lips curled up in a mischievous smirk, and this sent delicious shivers down (Y/N)'s spine.

"Oh, my love, you can keep guessing until we get back home." Vergil teased as he carried (Y/N) like a Princess.

"My love, stop being a tease and at least, give me a hint." The girl teased back with a mischievous smile of her own.

My love.

Those,... were the sweetest words he has ever heard in his entire, miserable life.

"You want a hint!" Vergil exclaimed theatrically, planting a chaste kiss on her forehead. "Let's say it's something you'll be mesmerized with for the rest of the evening,... "

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[lotusthekat]

Be Wherever (Whoever) You Are

Fandom: Steven Universe

Rating: G

Relationships: Lars & Rose Quartz, Lars & Steven

Characters: Lars Barriga, Rose Quartz (Pink Diamond), Martha Barriga, Dante Barriga, Steven Quartz Universe; other characters are only mentioned

Summary: “Hm… I don’t think that’s a problem,” the pink-haired lady tells him. “You can always change your name whenever you feel like it.”

The boy looks up, meeting her shining black eyes. “I can?”

Rose grins at him. “You’re always growing and changing… and I think your name is the perfect way to show that, even if no one gets it. It’s what makes you happy. Isn’t that so?”

He’s quiet for maybe a minute, thinking about what she said.

“Yeah… you’re right,” he says, finally.

“So,” Rose speaks up again. “what’s your name?”

--

At the age of four, Laramie is already pretty lost. That changes when he finds a really beautiful garden one day.

Word count: 2.000

AO3

A/N: I remember way back then when people had the idea of Lars meeting Rose before the events of the show, and although this might contradict canon, I’m all for this concept!

I do hope I wrote Rose well, and I’m still getting in the hang of writing child characters, lmao... well, enjoy anyway!

TRIGGER WARNINGS - implied character death and bullying

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Laramie doesn’t like school.

If anything, he’s sure most kids don’t… but his reason isn’t the same as theirs. As far as he’s concerned, they’re not left alone like he is during recess. Or even during class.

Laramie is only four – almost five – and he’s got a corner of his own, near the small woods. The teachers say he’s not allowed, but honestly, they don’t seem to care when he goes there.

That’s how it is. They don’t care about him. His classmates never invite him to join them, and when he does try, they avoid him like the plague. Like he’s got some dirt on his face or something. Or maybe his face is the dirt they don’t like.

And well, that’s how he ended up here. In the woods. They’re not scary like his teachers say; they’re really small. Harmless. It doesn’t take that long for him to find another way out in the opposite direction.

What he finds, though… is a place he’s never seen before.

It’s a huge garden with pink flowers blooming. This place looks so… dreamy. Like some kind of paradise. It’s very pretty.

Laramie is careful with the flowers as he walks in. Is this what his teachers have been hiding? Or have they never thought of going in there, judging only by the woods behind him? Because that’d be dumb.

The boy looks down, the flowers staring back. Laramie looks around, wondering if this garden belongs to anyone… but it doesn’t seem like anyone’s here, and there isn’t a house nearby. So, he sits down, and for some reason that feels really good. This does feel like paradise.

This might be his new little corner. It’s so far from everything, from school, his teachers, the other kids… it’s perfect.

Laramie smiles for maybe the first time in a while (“now Laramie, you should smile more!” He remembers his teacher say, much to his internal annoyance). He doesn’t care about anything at all right now.

… well, before he hears someone coming.

“I see you like my garden.”

Laramie shrieks, turning around and finding… the tallest woman he’s seen. She’s got pink hair, huge curls falling on her shoulders. She’s wearing a long white dress with a star shape in her belly.

“S-Sorry! I didn’t know anyone owned it!” Laramie blurts out. She doesn’t seem annoyed, though.

“It’s okay,” she laughs silently, “it’s nice to have some company.”

Her voice is so… soft. You’d think his mother was sweet like candy, well, this woman manages to beat his own mom in that.

The woman sits next to him, though not that close, which he likes. Laramie just isn’t good at talking to people, least of all a woman so nice and pretty… her presence is as relaxing as the flowery ground under him.

Laramie can’t really help staring. He knows it isn’t polite, but there’s something about her… something different.

When she looks at him back, though, Laramie looks away the fastest he can. He can tell she’s smiling, anyway.

“Where are you from?” She asks.

“O-Oh, um. I’m from… here. I-I mean, Beach City.” Laramie wants to punch himself, stupid, stupid. “And you?”

The woman hums. “I’ve come from very far… far away from this place.”

“How did you get here?”

“Oh, that’s a very long story,” she responds, her smile… falling a little. She soon recovers, “What matters, though… is that I’m here now. I’m home.”

Laramie nods and doesn’t ask about it anymore.

“How did you get your flowers to grow?” He wonders instead.

“What if I told you it’s magic?”

Laramie raises an eyebrow. “Really?”

She nods with a smile. “Would you like to see it?”

“Uh, yeah?” He says like it’s obvious, but not in a rude way, he hopes. She seems to like it, anyway.

She picks up what seems like a bunch of leaves and kisses them, sparkles coming out. Right then, Laramie gasps at the pink flower in her hands.

“Woah! How’d you do that?”

“Magic,” she repeats, amused.

“Cooool…”

She gives him the flower and he admires it. It is different from other flowers, though. In the center of the petals, there’s…

“… a gem?”

The woman hums. “It’s unlike what you’ve seen before, isn’t it?”

“Yeah…”

“Did you know, I’m still inspired by all the other flowers you’ve got in your home. They’re why I’ve created this place.” She smiles both at the flower and the young boy. “You have a very beautiful home.”

Laramie holds it like it’s a treasure, worth so much that not even money can count. When he looks at the woman again, he does notice the… pink stone in her belly, too.

“What’s that?” He points at it. “Is that where your magic comes from?”

“Yes.” She touches her own belly lovingly. He looks at it, too.

“Wait…” he jumps away in alarm. “Is it moving?!”

The woman laughs. “That’s actually my son!”

“Oh.” Laramie blushes. He scoots closer again. “You’re having a kid?”

“Mm-hmm. He’ll come very soon.”

“That’s, uh, neat.”

She looks at her own belly like she loves her child so much, even before he’s really there. “I can’t wait for him to be born. For him to explore and fall in love with this world like I did…” she speaks, “and for him to make friends with someone as sweet as you.”

“W-What?” Laramie stutters. “Y-You really… mean that?”

She nods again. The woman isn’t messing with him. Every word she says is honest and comes from her heart. Besides his parents, she’s… the only person who’s ever enjoyed being around him.

“Hey, uh… what’s your name?” Laramie asks, realizing he hasn’t before.

“You can call me Rose,” she says. “And what is yours?”

His joy disappears in a second, and he looks away, so she doesn’t see his frown.

“What’s wrong?” Rose wonders, concerned.

Laramie doesn’t really like talking about it. Not even with Mom and Dad… but even if he’s just met Rose, she’s been nothing but nice with him. It’s really the least he could do.

“I don’t… really like my name,” he admits. “It doesn’t feel right.” He scoffs at himself, “Ugh, I know, it doesn’t make sense.”

“Oh, no, I understand what you mean,” she reassures him. “It doesn’t fit you, right?”

“Yeah.” He sighs, looking at the flower, its petals moving with the breeze. “I can’t really be myself, so I just hide from everyone… but I want to go out there and be me, y’know? And I’m not gonna do that with a name as lame as mine!” He exclaims.

Rose doesn’t interrupt him at all. She listens all the way through, and she knows he has more to say.

“I wish I could change it… but no one would get it,” the boy complains. “No one really gets me, anyway,” he mutters in his breath.

“Hm… I don’t think that’s a problem,” the pink-haired lady tells him. “You can always change your name whenever you feel like it.”

The boy looks up, meeting her shining black eyes. “I can?”

Rose grins at him. “You’re always growing and changing… and I think your name is the perfect way to show that, even if no one gets it. It’s what makes you happy. Isn’t that so?”

He’s quiet for maybe a minute, thinking about what she said.

“Yeah… you’re right,” he says, finally.

“So,” Rose speaks up again. “what’s your name?”

It’s a simple question, but Laramie gets what she means.

He’s never had the gut to really say the answer… but now, now might be just the time he stopped being a coward and dealt with it.

Laramie opens his mouth.

--

“… ‘Lars’?”

“Yeah, it’s my name now! You can call me Lars from now on!” The boy claims, his stance firm and tough.

Mom and Dad stare at him like he’s hit his head hard and forgot everything. Then his mother giggles affectionately.

“Oh, Laramie, you’re so creative,” she says. “What a great nickname!”

“It’s not a nickname, mom!” Lars protests. “Like, I know you guys have other names, but you want me to call you Mom and Dad. So, I want you to call me Lars!”

“Right, son. Whatever makes you happy,” his dad tells him. Lars can tell he finds it cute, too, which is the opposite of what the boy really wants.

“Now, go take a shower, sweetie,” Mom says. “You seem like you had a pretty big adventure today.”

“Yes, mom,” the boy answers with a sigh, walking to the stairs.

“And please do your homework when you’re done, Laramie!” Dad says from afar.

“It’s Lars, dad!” Lars yells back, quickly rushing to the bathroom.

Yeah, he should’ve expected that. Of course his parents wouldn’t get it… But Lars is a pretty cool name, though.

The boy takes the pink flower from his pocket and puts it on the sink, smiling at it before he gets in the shower.

--

He doesn’t know why he’s got into this.

Steven wants to take him and Sadie on a vacation, because sure. Why not?

So, they’re inside Steven’s house, which is pretty big. Inside there’s a pretty stony place, probably because of that giant statue. There’s also a platform guarding a big door in there.

“You’ve got a nice house, Steven,” Sadie compliments.

“Thank you,” Steven grins. “Now come on, the warp pad is this way! Get ready to have your jaws dropped!”

Lars sighs, staying behind while Sadie and Steven go ahead. He does look around. If you take away that warp thing and the statue, it’s a pretty standard beach house. It does seem like Steven doesn’t have a bedroom of his own, though…

Once Lars takes a glimpse behind him, he’s… stunned, to say the least.

It’s a pretty big painting on the wall, just above the front door. It’s a portrait of a beautiful pink-haired woman, whose eyes are closed. Her hair and dress flow like she’s floating in clouds, fully at peace.

Lars doesn’t know why, but something about her is…

…

“Hey, Lars, you coming?”

Steven’s loud voice takes him off guard, and Lars tries his best to disguise the feeling, “Uh, yeah, sure. Whatever.”

“Oh, that’s my mom,” Steven tells him, knowing very well he’d been staring at the painting like a creep. “She’s pretty, right?”

“Your mom?” Lars repeats.

He tries to suppress the shame from when he’d insulted Steven’s mother not too long ago. It really seemed like a tough topic to the kid, and while Lars hasn’t verbally apologized, he’s been thoughtful of not disrespecting Steven’s mom again. Lars didn’t know her, after all.

Either way, she does look… divine in that portrait. He remembers Steven saying that she saw beauty in everything, and even in the painting you can probably see that.

It’s… he doesn’t know how to word that. Lars can say, though, that the painting awes him.

“Come on, Lars! We have a vacation to get to!” Steven pulls him out of his thoughts.

The older boy sighs exasperatedly. Lars doesn’t have a choice now, does he?

For once, he follows Steven in that weird “warp pad”, really not sure how the hell they’d get anywhere. But sure, he’ll let Steven do his thing.

Lars does take one last look at the painting, before the three of them are gone in thin air.

--

After that day, he went back to visit Rose.

But she wasn’t there.

He went there the day after that, and she was still nowhere to be seen. And every other day after that.

He could only wonder where she was. Maybe she travelled? Or moved away from Beach City?

The garden stayed the same, but Lars never saw the woman again. He didn’t even have the chance to really say goodbye to her… or thank her at all.

Regardless, the flowers stayed. In a way, Lars could feel her presence there with him.

The garden became a little home of his own.

[ask-anti-cosmo]

The return of Anti-Cosmo part 4

Part 1 Part 2 part 3

“Hey Anti-Cosmo-“ you started to say but he cut you off and ignored you at the same time.

“And you, my little doll, I’m making you young again and I don’t get so much as a thank you?” he asked the old lady who now looked terribly young. You thought she had actually had turned into a doll, but her face still moved like a human, despite the perfect glass looking skin.

She didn’t say anything, but sat, quivering with fear. “I was always afraid you’d come back for me…” She told him.

“Why would you say that, you were always one of my favorites.” He frowned and leaned forward to her with a finger outstretched. As soon as his finger touched her nose, her whole face suddenly broke, cracks formed starting from her nose and all across her face. Small pieces of what looked like porcelain fell from the cracks. She shrieked in pain, and that’s when you couldn’t take it and grabbed Anti-Cosmo’s shoulder and yanked him away from her. Her face reformed to perfection when his finger lifted from her nose.

Anti-Cosmo looked at you with annoyance. “I believe I was in the middle of something.” He scowled.

“Well now you’re talking to me, because obviously you aren’t going to leave me alone anytime soon, so I want to enter in a contract with you.” You told him

His eyebrows raised. “Really?” He faced you, arms folded. “and what exactly inspired this feeling?” he asked suspiciously.

With his arms folded, this was the perfect time to catch him off guard. You snatched his wand from his hands and held it tightly away from him.

His eyes went wide as soon as he realized the wand was missing. “Wait! Give that back!!” he said and swiped at it, trying to get it back from you. You kept it out of his short arm’s reach and pushed him away with your other hand.

“You will listen to me.” You glared. He flinched and finally looked away from his wand to look you in the eye. He realized he wasn’t going to get his wand back until you spoke, so he stood up straight and pouted.

“Fine. Say what you want.” He huffed.

“First of all, drink my blood.” You told him. He narrowed his eyes at you.

“You complained so extensively about it earlier, and now it’s a demand?” he asked skeptically.

“Because earlier you took it without consent, but now it’s my choice.”

“It wouldn’t happen to be your choice because you know if I do, you would be owed a wish?” he frowned.

“That being said, the more blood you drink, the bigger the magic used for the wish, right?” you asked.

He narrowed his eyes at you before sighing with an eye roll. “Yes…”

“What are you upset about? You’re the one who shared too much.” You said and tucked the wand up your shirt into the back of your bra. It wasn’t comfortable, but it wouldn’t make it easy for him to snatch it back. “So that being said, start drinking. I have two decent sized wished.”

He glared a minute before leaning closer to bite you. You quickly took both his hands and interlocked your fingers with his. He flinched from surprised and looked at your hands, then back at your face with curious annoyance.

“So you don’t get wandering hands.” You glared. “now drink.”

“You’re lucky you’re blood actually recharges my magic faster than human blood.” He huffed and leaned in again and bit your neck. While trying to distract you from the pain, you looked around for something else to focus on. You saw the two women who were just recently being tortured by the Anti-fairy. The young woman chained down struggled to get lose, while the porcelain lady tried to untie her, but her fingers started to chip like glass from scraping at the metal.

Anti-Cosmo started to pull away after one sip, but you wrapped your arms (and his) behind his back and pulled him against your body. He flinched, looking very startled. He struggled slightly, but you held him still. “More…” you glared with a warning tone.

“I don’t like my women so bossy.” He huffed.

“And yet every women in here, you wanted to have boss you around. DRINK.” You commanded again.

He hissed angrily but obeyed and drank more blood. You started to feel lightheaded, but kept your consciousness about you. “That should be enough.” You told him but he stepped closer and pushed you against the wall, still drinking more. “Hey! I said that’s enough!” you yelled and yanked him off, but still held his hands tightly. He you shoved back into the wall, making his wand poke you in the back. “Knock it off! You owe me now, remember?!”

“Like you, I won’t obey so perfectly.” He insisted. “Now you’ve made your payments, give me my wand back!” he glared.

You pushed him away at arms length then let go of his hands. He agreeably let go of yours and held one hand out expectantly.

You slowly reached back and grabbed the wand, pulling it out of your shirt. “The first spell you cast will be my wish, got it?” you glared.

“Oh? And how will you garentee that?” he frowned.

“Because you’re not a liar. You twist your words and others, but you don’t tell flat out lies. You dodge the question a lot too. Now I repeat, You will agree to the first magic you use when you get your wand back, will be my wish.”

He sighed in exasperation. “Fine, I agree!”

You finally handed it over. He took his wand from you and saw a little blood on one of the star point. He smirked and licked it off.

“Alright, so what is this big wish you have in mind?” he asked, looking cocky again.

“Get your wand ready to grant it as soon as I’m done saying it.” You said.

“You seem confident that it’ll stump and or upset me.” He said cockily. “You drastically underestimate me. And I’m sure you won’t wish me back into a safe in the ocean, you saw the effects of last time, you’re too nice~”

You took a deep breath. It was time. “I wish that you are unable to touch or hurt me, unless it’s life saving efforts or I give permission. I wish that after every wish, spell, use of magic, your wand automatically comes to me, and that this is the only wand you can use until I die.”

His eyes went wide with shock but smoke erupted around you two and his wand was missing when the smoke cleared. Something cold was wrapped around your neck. You felt it to find a thin chain with a single black star on it. In the back where the links were was what seemed to be the handle of the wand.

“My wand!” Anti-Cosmo said with desperation and reached for you but his hand was repelled. “Do you have any idea what you’ve done?!” he said, seeming more shocked than angry.

“I’ve made myself the only possible master you could have forever.” You smiled.

“You’ve CURSED YOURSELF!” He emphasized. “WITH ME!”

“Effective.” You smirked. You reached back to the necklace’s wand handle. As soon as you closed your fist around it and pulled, the wand changed back into it’s original form. You held it out to him again. “Now I wish you’d restore those two back to their healthy normal forms.” You said, pointing to the porcelain woman and chained down woman.

He choked, seeming too stunned to do anything for a moment. Then, to your great shock, he smiled and snatched his wand away. “You cheeky little thing.” He smirked waved it for your wish. The two women were back to exactly how you found them, and the wand was back around your neck.

“As annoyed as I am that my revenge has been disturbed, I can’t help but feel a little…joyous.” He smirked at you. “Though taking my wand like that is making me a little more than annoyed.” He huffed slightly.

You were disappointed he wasn’t throwing a tantrum or anything. You were hoping for a better reaction. He seemed more satisfied than you were.

“What shall we do now little master?” he said in a mocking tone.

“You’re shockingly calm for someone who was just swindled out of their magic, and freedom.” You frowned.

“Only pure stupidity infuriates me. Being bested by someone clever…honestly brings me delight.” He smiled. “I can outlive you anyways.”

“Can you though?” you smirked back. “You can’t hurt or touch me. You’ll have to wait for someone else to off me. I can’t die of old age either.”

“Every woman around me dies. Every last one of them.” He whispered the last part, making you curious.

“For now, just take us home.” You said and removed the wand from your neck and handed it to him again.

“Ooooh~ our home?” he smirked. He took his wand from you and swung it around playfully. He waved it and you both wound up back at your penthouse. “I’m fine with the sound of that~”

“Wow, you go from ‘I can’t wait to get away and get revenge’ to ‘oh goodie we’re living together as master and slave’!” you growled and felt the wand, back around your neck.

“And you went from ‘oh you’re the worst!’ to…well, not too far off from that, but now you want to spend eternity with me~”

“You’re definitely still the worst. What I don’t get is why don’t you go find a woman of your own kind instead of constantly hunting terminal humans?” you asked.

He actually hesitated and looked away. “…I had a bride…”

You looked back at him in surprise. “w…an anti-fairy one? What happened? Divorced?”

“No no…that’s not really a…thing with us.”

“Then…what?” you asked expectantly.

He was quiet a minute before smiling again. “She died…probably the first Anti-fairy in centuries to accomplish that.”

“How?? Wooden stake?”

He actually laughed. “We’re not that alike! Besides…there’s a lot you don’t understand about the fae and Anti-Fae…”

“We’re going to be together for a long time. May as well.” You sat down.

He fluttered up and sat in midair. “Its not like you’d find my fairy counterpart anyways. Despite being an idiot he hides very well, as all fairies do, anti or not. First of all, you may or may not have noticed this, but I have a scar. I usually use magic to keep it hidden cause it’s a bit unsightly, but…” he lifted his shirt to see a bizarre star shaped scar on his stomach. “Despite being a fairy, the doctor was an imbecilic making such a massive unnecessary incision.”

“Whoa, I thought you healed fast! You didn’t have any scars from your deep sea adventure!” you said and looked at the scar closer.

“That because we are linked to our fairy counterpart’s. He didn’t have a deep sea adventure, so no scars. This scar was from an organ transplant. He took mine, I took his. While his organ was failing, mine was exceeding the use needed for an anti-fairy. It was mutually beneficial and I got out of fairy-worlds highest security prison as a bonus. But the only reason I got a scar, is because the same exact thing happened to him. Because we were inflicted the same injuries, permanent damage was done to us both.”

“So…your wife, did she die because her fairy half died too? And how?? Can’t imagine much that could cause real damage to you.”

“Care for a cautionary tale told between the Anti-fairy and fairy? It’s told as a reminder why the two Species don’t intermingle.” he smirked.

“A Fairy and an Anti, had one thing Akin

They both had same species folk, who’s lives were a sin.

So they combined their magic, mixed pure with perverse

But when the moment was done,

The trust was then none,

And they parted ways by hearse”

You blinked at him. “So…if the two species combine their magic, it can make a weapon that can kill them?”

“Basically, but there’s an anomaly…the story was they made bullets for their own enemies. They each took their share, but both shot each other at the same time. They say if one was honest, and the other shot at them, then they both would have survived. It’s only because they both planned to kill each other did they succeed. They made many bullets and only two were used. It’s said that after that, the fairies trapped us anti's to ensure their immortality. Only on Friday the 13th were some of us powerful enough to escape, but we were usually captured shortly after. Eventually we all escaped with the aid of a stupid child.”

He stepped towards your bed and laid on it, looking up at the ceiling. He held his hand out to you. “may I?”

You hesitated but gave him the wand. He waved his wand, and shadows began to form, some looking like him, another was identical women with curly hair, and the other was a tall crooked man. “ It was during on of my schemes to make the life of my species better. My wife, her fairy half, both were captured by some crackpot grade school teacher. Their capture only meant to hold them hostage, but he misaimed his bullet and hit both with the same bullet. It was pure …luck.” He said looking off into the distance as his shadows and wand vanished after acting out the scene he described. “They had no corpse’s. Unlike the rhyme, there was no hearse. No funeral. The Fairies…and the Anti-fairies. We all didn’t even know what to do…such a thing was only ever heard of in a story about not trusting one another.”

“That must have been painful. Have you mourned her properly?” you asked.

“I simply felt…no, nothing.” He looked away, rolling into his side. His wings cling to his back protectively, and his legs lifted closer to his body.

“Oh no. You’ve proven to not be the heartless monster you’ve tried to make yourself look like. You may have torture those women, but that was out of revenge. This was your wife, a being meant to live as long as you, probably the person closest to you. You’ve never really had to mourn before then, right?” you said, pulling him back to look at you. His face looked very sad and a little confused. “Why don’t we have an empty casket funeral? Maybe it’d help give you closure.”

He hesitated then his face cracked into a smiled. “I don’t need that, I need revenge. And now I know who to address my wrath to!”

“Did killing the human who killed your wife make you feel better?” you frowned, making his smile vanish. “Don’t tell me you didn’t seek revenge, not with how you’re acting now.”

“I did, but I have yet to find out how he found the bullets or even knew to look for them. Killing him was the most I could do for her. She often slowed me down anyways.”

“This is why you hunt women isn’t it?” you asked and he flinched. “You miss your wife but are constantly disappointed by the ones you come across. Let me guess, too breakable?”

“It doesn’t mater!”

“Oh yeah? What was your wife’s name?” you asked expectantly.

He hesitated a and looked away. “I-it doesn’t matter.” He said again.

“If it doesn’t matter, then just tell me. Or does it hurt too much to say her name?”

He got up from the bed and walked to the window. “I’m going for a flight.” He said as he opened the window.

“Avoiding me won’t help. I’ll still keep asking.” You said.

“Then maybe I won’t come back.” He glared.

“Without your precious wand?” you asked.

“I’ll get another one.”

“Part of my wish was this could be you one and only wand forever. So I doubt that.”

“Maybe I’ll learn to live without.”

“Good luck with your magical crashes.”

His fist clenched but he stepped into the window sill and vanished.

You decided not to worry about it for now and got busy. It was hard to find things to keep you busy since you’ve lived for so long, so lately you opted to videogames.

You sat on your couch and began to play a zombie killing game. You weren’t sure how long you played for, but eventually you heard the shutters open and bat wings flutter. You didn’t bother looking. You pretended to not notice and kept playing.

“Might I make a request?” he asked softly.

You paused the game and looked up expectantly.

“…another controller?” he asked and pointed to the one in your hand.

You rose your eyebrows but held the wand out to him. “I wish you had a matching controller.” You said as soon as he held it. In an instant, his wand was replaced with a gaming controller and he sat in the air with his legs crossed.

“So…how does this work?” he asked, trying to mimic how you held your controller.

You gave him quick short instructions and you both began to play till morning. The light hit his face first and his hissed before setting the controller down and rubbed his eyes.

“So…nice flight?” you asked as you set your own controller down.

“…Her name was Anti-Wanda.” He finally said. He reached into his coat and held a wallet out to you. You took it curiously but only found photos inside. There was pictures of him with a similarly colored woman with crooked teeth and curly blue hair. Her bright pink eyes stood out, just like Anti-Cosmo’s green eyes. She was using her feet to do odd things in some pictures, like holding a sandwich. All the pictures they were close and looked happy.

“You two look happy.” You commented with a smile.

“Id like to think so. I was always trying to make the conditions better for my kingdom and wife, but after she passed, well…I saw no reason to anymore, and just decided to hunt on my own.” He shrugged. “It was because of one of my schemes that she got caught anyways.”

“You didn’t expect anyone to be ready and waiting to catch her. Or be dumb enough to shoot his hostages. Stop blaming yourself. Besides, you have a designated food source now.” You told him. “We can go on our own adventures.”

“What about Anti-Binky?” he asked. “My revenge?”

“I don’t know about revenge, but maybe some justice is in order.” You said.

He cringed at the sound of the word “Justice”, but nodded. “That might be enough I suppose…”

“I’ve got a plan, don’t worry.” You assured.

“So do I. Might we Converse?” he asked.

“Sounds fair.” You agreed.

[bean-pole-art]

Ed’s Borderlands Fics Masterpost

well finally

here is the masterpost of all of my Borderlands fics posted. most of them are Rhysothy focused to various AUs. I’m gonna update it as I post more but here it is, along with some of my commentary

right from the start big big BIG shoutout to @spoks-illogical-art​, my partner in crime, my biggest inspo, without them honestly most of these fics wouldn’t exist, please check out their amazing art <3

(latest edit - 21/02/2021)

Atlas AU - our main timeline, follows events of Moxxi’s Heist. lots of different concepts and ideas but the core really is Tim moving to Promethea to get help from Rhys. gonna sort em here with posting date, check the ao3 series for the “timeline”

Hypothetically - 2240 words summary: Rhys talks a lot, but usually thinks about it too little.

coffee, cats & monographs - 2880 words summary: “Hey hey, easy. You don’t want to repeat the accident from last week, do you?” Rhys cooed towards the cat and picked her up, just as Timothy instructed him to. Hearing these words, Felicity meowed. “Oh, don’t say that. This is my office and I have the power here,” he answered, carrying her back to his personal space.

Or Timothy's cat pays a visit to Rhys' office in the morning. note: I am a stupid mofo and at this point Tim would also have Loader Bot fkjbfd just imagine hes not mentioned cause hes wandering off, typical LB

Have Faith - 1470 words summary: During the 7 year lockdown at the Handsome Jackpot, Timothy couldn't really have any hope for himself. But maybe on Promethea it could be different. note: sudden feelings while watching JoltzDude139′s stream

Warm Cheeks, Cold Hands - 1170 words summary: Rhys comes home early and wants to say hi to his husband. With no ulterior motive. None at all. note: first fic Ive ever posted where characters are married, actually. fuck it, Rhysothy Real, his name is Rhys Lawrence

the battle (and the aftermath) of the ages - 2970 words summary: In a situation like this everything was possible, they could pull any punches they could think of. Four beasts playing against each other, every single one of them thinking of striking the winning blow.

Or Promethea Squad plays UNO. And then watches a movie. note: I love Promethea Squad with my whole heart

okurimono (贈り物) - 4/4, 17170 words summary: “Not a bomb. Just a device with a message for Rhys. Trust me on that,” this time an emoji of both winking and showing off a tongue [;P] appeared on the surface of Zer0’s helmet. Ah. So they were definitely trying to mess him up. In a way. Unfortunately, he really didn’t have any other options. Almost with a defeat, Timothy took the ECHOrecorder right from their hands and looked around it again. Or Zer0 gives Timothy a peculiar mission. note: my first ever multichapter fic. took me legit abt 8 months to finish but I am absolutely satisfied with this. also the bonus ending. yes

(there is) something I see in you - 8690 words summary: How one Rhys Strongfork met one Timothy Lawrence and how they fell for each other. More or less. note: best to go into this one blind, I swear. dumbest fic Ive ever written and please take this as a recommendation

this world is gonna pull through - 14380 words summary: Timothy really hoped it wasn’t anything important. He had that tendency to forget things easily, even if he tried to fight it. But Rhys kept on smiling and went by his side. So it couldn’t have been that bad. Still dumbfounded, he felt Rhys leaving a kiss right on his cheek.“November 11th? 

That- That seriously doesn’t ring any bells?” Rhys continued, brushing his hands against his shoulders. Or how Timothy spent one of his birthdays. note: also a love letter for Tim but a nicer one I guess kdjfnb dont ask how old is he i have no gdamn idea man

Strawberry Sweet - 3560 words summary: Rhys surprises Timothy with a gift for their date night in.

Happy Mercenary Day, Mr. Lawrence - 4670 words summary: How Timothy spent his first Mercenary Day on Promethea. note: I swear this is the best writer night Ive ever had. Ive written this whole thing in one night on Christmas day, solely on the inspo of that song I linked

Don’t Go Wasting Your Emotion - 4/4, 17080 words summary:  Afterwards, he went around with his usual duties. Getting a quick roundabout from his PA, checking several sectors himself and looking through the thousands of messages already sent to him via ECHOs. Rhys was ready to finally take on the day, yet when he made his way to the office, he saw the unusual envelope right by the edge of his desk. “For Rhys” was written on it. Straightforward enough. Or Rhys gets a letter from a secret admirer. note: another multichapter fic!! this one also took some time and well. its inspired by ABBA songs. cause only I would write a Rhysothy fic inspired by ABBA

Ratchet Effect - 7130 words summary: Knowing just how much overworked Rhys has been, Timothy wants to let them have a nice getaway in Lazy River Land. There's only one problem to overcome - ratch infestation. note: first fic of 2021!! Ive been playing a lot of bl3 suring the writing of it so it has a lot of stuff I had observed both on Promethea and on Jackpot

Reflections - 2250 words summary: Sometimes, Timothy needs a reminder.

Tales AU - second most important timeline. it’s Tales but Tim is a part of the group. sorted chronologically

A Story For Another Day - ongoing, for now -  2/25, 15280 words Tales AU main fic. it’s gonna be a big one

Connection Interrupted - 3240 words summary: With his driving shift finished, Timothy checks up on Rhys and Vaughn's plans.

Completely Hopeless - 1040 words summary: In which Fiona notices that Rhys behaves differently in front of a certain doppelganger.

infinity times infinity times infinity - 3460 words summary: Rhys and Timothy share some dreams and secrets underneath the stars. note: the beautiful combination of Sleeping At Last and Minecraft parodies. I promise it makes sense

reality can be whatever I want - 11420 words summary: “Hey, Tim?” Timothy didn’t even spare him a look, “Are we alone, or is he there with you?” Oh, this definitely won’t be pretty.

After the confession of Handsome Jack's AI in his head and his plan to infiltrate Helios, Rhys needs to set things right with Timothy. Somehow. note: thanosdancing.gif to Backstreet Boys’ “I Want It That Way” 80′s remix and a guest appearance from Ferocity but I cant legally say her name here

still here - 2820 words summary: It all had to go down, after Helios crashed. note: I have...a love/hate relationship with this one kjdfbfg I like it but it’s honestly an alternate ending and doesnt fit within our usual bad ending, so take it with a grain of salt. i ten jebany błąd językowy w summary, kiedy ja go poprawię

together at last - 5590 words summary: It all struck him down in an instant, in this one minute. They were all safe. And they were all alive. Nothing was threatening neither him, nor Timothy, nor Fiona. He could finally breathe out.

They all found each other again. note: I am multitasking most time of my life but I dont relate any other fic to multitasking more than this one. I was honestly doing 10 things at once while writing this dfkjbndf

David AU - this one is a sub AU to Tales AU and the plot is kind of complicated dfjkbfb please check the fic for further explanation

building in curved lines - 22490 words summary: “To be fair, you look terrible. You’re barely standing in one piece and none of your coffees will hold you together for that long,” Lilith paused, seemingly weighing the correct words in her head. “You haven’t really been holding on since… We rescued The Double.” Rhys sighed heavily. Why did she have to be so right about everything. Or how Rhys and Timothy adjust to the reality after the Handsome Jack AI. note: bday gift for Spok, EASILY one of my absolute faves and the longest fic Ive written thus far

outside of AUs - some concepts I play with that are honestly outside any of our concrete timelines/concepts + fics not focused on Rhysothy

Real - 770 words summary: Reconciling with your past is a little easier, when you have someone you love right in your arms. note: first blands fic I’ve ever written. the characterization isn’t really there yet but as a first shot at the game and my kind of “introduction”, I am still satisfied of it

(Un)Familiar Faces - 9620 words summary: Timothy pursed his lips and leaned over the wall a little. He’s had enough of this solitude of closed doppelganger cabinet. Today wasn’t the day for another self-loathing session. Today, he should go off on Helios and do something for himself.

Or Timothy spends the night at a Helios bar. But not as Handsome Jack. And not as Timothy Lawrence either. note: personal favorite of mine, tough love letter to Timothy Lawrence. I have so many fond memories of writing this, including getting drunk out of my mind just like Tim and Rhys here

basics of survival - 2010 words summary: Athena taught Timothy everything he needed to know about survival. Now, it was time to put these skills into use. note: wrote this right before rona outbreak on last day in my dorms. thats all

[dvp95]

sorry to bother you 👉👈 I was just wondering if you knew of any good ways to get more interaction on fics?

hey! not a bother at all! i can give some general tips, and if you or anyone else needs clarification or further help, you can send them my way 💞

tl;dr bullets

make friends who will cheer you on

be friendly to people in the community generally

quick summaries and a small grouping of tags is easier to digest than huge paragraphs of both

i tend to do tags like this: universe tag, relationship status tag, specific tropes tags, genre tags, relevant trigger tags, maybe something extra for flavour. try to keep it under 10ish, 5ish if it's short and no triggers are applicable

i know it's tempting to tag EVERYTHING so more tag searchers will see it, but i know a lot of people are more likely to click on "fwb, pwp, au" than "fwb, au - college, au - modern, au - divergence, pwp, smut, sex, anal sex, oral sex, sex in hotels, etc etc etc etc" because it's simply too much to look at, for me

betas are helpful

seriously. they're life savers

even if you don't care about grammar. get a beta

write more! write what you LIKE!

try not to pay attention to specific numbers that upset you, like other people's kudos rate vs your own

pay attention to numbers that inspire you, like your yearly word count

HAVE FUN!!!!!

probably the biggest way to get more eyes on your writing is to talk to people who might read that writing! making friends online always feels awkward at first, sure, but even having polite interactions w someone and knowing each other's name can be super important - if i only have time to read one fic, i'm going to read the one my friend wrote, or my friendly mutual wrote, before a name i don't recognise. i know not everybody does that! which leads me to my next point,

tagging and summaries on ao3 can be so stressful. you can tell by looking through my ao3 that my summaries aren't that creative. i either use a quote from the fic or i sum it up clumsily. tagging is more important imo - if your summary is short and sweet, tags are where people will look to find the whole story before they click or scroll. if you're stuck on tags, look at what other authors are doing. i use puddle as an example of how to tag my smut fics, and i try to keep my number of tags reasonable. so this way they're coherent and also not an eyesore when you're scrolling through recent works, if that makes any sense? a tag list that's longer than a single mobile page is a surefire way to get people to scroll faster, because it takes so much energy just to read the TAGS that they might decide the fic isn't worth it

and a good way to figure out what tags are necessary is getting a beta friend! this ties into my first point, but there's a bit more to having someone look over your writing. it's scary, for one thing! i used to send chicken my fifth draft instead of my first, and they'd be confused because there didn't seem to be anything to fix. my suggestion is to figure out what you want help with and see if a friend will help you with it. for can't breathe, i actually had an irl friend beta it for me! i wanted help with making sure the story flowed primarily, i appreciated suggestions for more rom-com fun, and grammar was 'just if she notices it'. i think that having someone outside the fandom made that particular story as a whole stronger - because if it made sense to someone who didn't know them, then i felt pretty good about fans enjoying it too

and honestly the best way to get more people looking at your fic is to write more fic!! maybe that sounds mean to say or something but, like, people are going to recognise your name more if you've written something stupid like 80 phanfics (nobody go look at my ao3 account) versus writing 3. that's not to say that you can't get a lot of engagement from only writing one or a handful of fics! lots of people do! but they do other things to get that audience, including tags and betas. plus, we all love the feeling of "i wonder what else this person has written!" and finding a cool dozen fics that appeal to us as well! i have a lot of people who will comment on one of my fics and then their name will show up on a bunch of other ones, too, because they found others through my first one

frankly, i think it's most important that you have fun while you're writing, and try not to compare yourself to other people or even to your own old content. there are ebbs and flows of community engagement, depending on so many factors like what dnp have been doing recently, what the world is like at the moment, what tropes are popular, whatever, and i think trying not to focus on the numbers is good. i have no idea what my average kudos or hits or whatever is, nor do i know what anyone else's is. as long as i enjoy what i'm posting and my friends are cheering me on, i'm happy. but that mentality comes from how long i've been posting fic (since 2006) and how many platforms i've posted on (individual forums, ffnet, livejournal, tumblr, ao3). engagement has looked different on every platform, and i've long stopped caring about the specific numbers

i hope any of that was helpful! 💖

[javier-djarin]

Feels Like Yesterday: Prologue

Ship: Frankie Morales x Elena Bohannon (OC)

Rating: M

Word Count: 3,504 Words

Warnings: Language, Mentions an abusive step-parent

Masterlist

Summary: This takes place about ten years before the story. Frankie and Elena try to face the truth about what they mean to each other.

A/N: Parts of this fic are actually inspired by events in my own life. This is honestly very cathartic for me to write. I also love Frankie, and feel like his character would do some of these events justice/handle them better than they were actually handled in real life. Thank you for those who have followed me here after reading Como Me Duele, and thank you to those of you who are just now joining. I hope you like this fic! As always, translations for any Spanish phrases will be at the bottom. Please let me know what you think and if you want to be in my tag list!!

"Tell me the story about how the sun loved the moon so much he died every night to let her breathe.”

10 Years Ago

Elena looked in the mirror, obsessively fixing her long, dark curls. She could see her roommate behind her grinning. Rae - best friend and pain in her ass since the beginning of time. Well, best friend aside from Fransisco Morales. He was coming up to visit her, and out of habit she was making sure not one piece of hair was out of place. “So,” Rae said, bouncing on her bed, “are you nervous for your date?”

She sighed and looked at Rae. She was so happy that they were able to room together freshman year of college, but it was moments like this that she wanted to kill her. “It’s not a date, Rae,” she said, “Frankie and I have gone out like this many times.”

Rae slid off her bed and approached her, fixing a curl Elena couldn’t see. “Just tell him,” she said, “he deserves to know how you feel before he goes off to bootcamp.”

Elena spun around with a few tears in her eyes. “He doesn’t even know that I know he’s leaving,” she said, lightly dabbing at the tears, trying to catch them before they ruined her makeup. “Santi is the one that told me they were leaving together. So, why would I tell him anything? He couldn’t even tell me himself that he signed up with Santi.”

She took a deep breath that was shaky. Rae knew she was angry with Frankie. When they’d gone home for Christmas break, the old gang was back together, sans Frankie. He had family stuff, or something, was his excuse. But Santiago Garcia, Frankie’s best friend and someone she viewed as a big brother, told her they’d signed up for the Army and would be leaving for bootcamp in May. Apparently, Frankie made this decision when she left for college. They never kept anything from each other, until that moment, which is what hurt her the most.

There was a knock on their dorm room and she froze. “You need to tell him,” Rae said as she walked to the door. She smiled and leapt into his arms when she saw him. “Frankie!” she exclaimed. “It’s been too long.”

“Hey, Rae,” he said, almost solemn. He fixed his T-shirt and straightened his signature ball cap. Elena noticed it was the same one she gave him that was from her dad’s garage. 

Rae moved out of the way and let Frankie slowly saunter into the room. He stopped dead in his tracks when he saw her, beautiful as ever. She was wearing those tight jeans he loved so much and a loose v-neck tank top. She, like always, took his breath away. Elena turned and smiled at him, her eyes lighting up at the sight of him. He put his hands in his pockets and tried to compose himself. “Are you ready?” He asked. He turned to Rae. “You want us to bring you back anything?”

She shook her head. “No,” she replied, “I’m heading out myself. I’ll be back in the morning.” She looked at Elena and winked. 

Elena glared at her before grabbing her purse. She followed Frankie out to his truck and hopped in the passenger seat like always. “So,” he said, glancing at her. “Where do you want to go?”

She could feel the awkwardness and tension hanging in the air between them. She shrugged and glanced over at him. She had caught him staring, and she smiled. “The usual?”

“Sure,” he said, stoic as ever.

Elena looked over and glared at him. “Everything okay there, Morales?” she asked, already knowing his answer would be something along the lines of “I’m fine.”

He took a deep breath and glanced over at her again. “I’m fine,” he said. Like clockwork.

“You know I don’t believe you, right?” she huffed.

He nodded and stared ahead at the road. “I know.”

She turned in the truck to look at him. “Look, either start talking or the second we get to the diner, I’m calling a cab.”

Frankie pulled the truck over. “I leave next month,” he said, “and I know you know.”

His words cut through her. Hearing the news from him hurt even more than him hiding it. “Why didn’t you tell me sooner?” was all she could muster.

Frankie looked at her, trying to smile. Years of unspoken feelings hung between them, but he couldn’t bring himself to acknowledge them. He couldn’t do that to her, not when he was leaving. Santiago told him to tell her everything, because she deserved to know. 

“How long have you loved her?” Santiago asked while they sat around their small campfire.

“As long as I’ve known her,” Frankie replied, “but I can’t compete with Liam.”

“Fuck Liam, Frankie.”

He sighed and looked at Pope. “Come on, man. He’s one of our friends.”

Santiago shook his head and laughed. “No, he’s one of her friends. You’re just nice to him for her sake.” 

“The three of us have known each other since childhood. Since before you and Rae came into the picture. He’s our friend.”

He sighed and grabbed Frankie by the shoulder. “She drops everything for you. I’ve never seen her do that for Liam. You guys have those stupid nicknames for each other: Luna y Sol. Seriously?” He gagged at the cheesiness. “She’s been in love with you for just as long. So, just tell her before you leave.”

Now was his chance to listen to Pope’s advice, even if he was leaving for who knows how long. “I didn’t want to say goodbye,” he said.

“You don’t have to,” she said, grabbing his hand in hers. He felt a twinge in his chest at the instant contact.

He sighed and rested his other hand on top of hers. “I-,” he stopped, “I shouldn’t have hid it from you. I just didn’t want to see that look on your face when you found out I was leaving.”

Elena tried to grin at him as she moved to the center seat, leaning against him. Instinctively, he threw his arm around her. “Take me to get something to eat, mi Sol,” she sighed. 

He chuckled and held her closer. “Of course, mi Luna. Whatever you want.”

Frankie watched in his mirrors, waiting to pull back out onto the road to head to their usual diner. They walked in, and the hostess sat them at their usual table next to the windows. Elena loved to people watch, and she and Frankie would sit there for hours watching people pass by and make up stories about them as they went about their lives. After they placed their order, Elena noticed that he’d resumed his same awkward and tense aura he had in the truck. She took the paper off her straw and flicked it at him. “Earth to Frankie,” she said.

He seemed to come out of his daze and smiled at her. “I just have a lot on my mind,” he replied.

She felt her heart race as she took a deep breath. “You know, we never hid anything from each other until now. I know you better than anyone, except lately, I don’t feel like I know you at all. I feel like my best friend is slipping away from me, and I don’t know what I did to push him away.” Her voice broke and a tear ran down her cheek.

He looked at that tear, hating himself for having caused it. He remembered times when she’d cried over ex-boyfriends and how he’d hold her until she stopped. He promised himself that he’d never be the reason why she cried, and here he was; he was no better than those other assholes. “Luna, you didn’t do anything. It’s not you -.”

“I swear if you finish that with ‘it’s me’ I will throw water at you and storm out.”

He stopped. “I’ve just been thinking. Long distance relationships are hard. I’m already moving away for bootcamp, and once I’m done there, who knows where I’ll end up.”

Elena’s heart stopped. She was terrified about where this conversation was going, but she wanted him to finish. “I don’t want to start something serious only to fuck it up with leaving. I don’t want her to wait for me, wasting her time for someone like me.”

Her. Elena’s heart sank. Frankie must have been talking about his ex-girlfriend he’d only recently broke up with, Marilyn. They’d been on and off for several months, but Santiago said they’d officially ended things right before Christmas. That must have been why. She took a shaky breath and grabbed his hand across the table. Despite how she felt, she was willing to push those feelings aside to comfort him when he needed it. “I’m sure if you explain everything to her she’ll understand. You care about her so much, that you’re willing to let her go. Look, if it’s meant to be, she’ll still be waiting for you when you get back.”

Frankie looked at her with hope in his eyes. He knew she had no idea he meant her, the one person who’d been there for him his entire life. She’d been there when parents got divorced, when his mom remarried that abusive fuck; she even comforted him when her own dad died. The man was like a second father to him, and so she put her pain aside to take care of him and his grief. She’d given him that hat he wore from her dad’s garage, because she knew he’d want Frankie to have it. Elena had no idea what she meant to him, and his heart ached so badly to tell her but he couldn’t put her through that pain. She would be better off not knowing.

“What if,” he paused, unsure of how to finish this thought, “What if she has no idea how much she means to me, and I’m afraid to tell her because she will try to wait for me?”

Elena looked into his eyes. He was dancing around the topic, and she could tell. Every time he got nervous, he would twitch his lips together. Which is exactly what he was doing now. “Why wouldn’t you tell her?”

The waitress returned to their table with refills and their food, allowing the two of them to take a breather from this conversation for a second. He started to pick at the fries on his plate while she sat there, staring across the table at him. “She deserves to know, Sol. By not saying anything, you’re not giving her the option to make a decision for herself. You’ve made the decision for both of you, and that’s not fair to her. She doesn’t mean anything to you if you wouldn’t include her in this discussion.”

Fuck. She was right. Frankie felt his face start to burn red as he put all of his attention onto his plate, slowly counting each sesame seed on his hamburger bun. He was trying to find anything to distract himself from the truth. “She doesn’t mean anything to you if you wouldn’t include her in this discussion.” That rang in his ears so loud, he thought he would go deaf.  

“Elena,” he said, “she means the world to me, and I don’t want to destroy her by telling her everything and then leaving.”

She started eating. “I love you, mi Sol. You’re my oldest and dearest friend. But sometimes you do the dumbest shit I’ve ever seen. If you don’t tell her, kiss that relationship goodbye.”

He took a bite of hamburger and thought about what she said. “What if I wrote it to her?”

“It’s better, but still incredibly selfish. Because now she can’t talk to you about it.”

He nodded. “I just can’t lose our relationship we already have.”

She set her fork down and looked at him in the eyes. “If it were me,” she breathed, “I would want to know. I wouldn't want to sit around for years on end pondering all of the ‘what ifs’. Even if you told me in a letter, I would be pissed, but at least I knew. Besides, I’d see you again, because you’re not just going to abandon me. So, we’d still get to talk. And we both know you’d miss me too much.” She smiled at him.

He let out a sigh of relief and returned her smile. “Did you mean it when you said you loved me?” he laughed.

She felt her heart race and all the blood leave her face. They’d said it to each other before, but it was almost platonic. This time, when she said it, she could feel that it meant a little more, but she had to play it off. Frankie didn’t feel that way about her, because he was in love with Marilyn. “Don’t let it go to your head,” she laughed nervously.

He grabbed her hand and lightly kissed her knuckles, sending a wave of heat throughout her body. “I love you, too,” he said. 

***

They pulled into the circle drive in front of her dorm and he sat motionless in the driver’s seat. “Do you want to come up for a bit?” she asked. “We could watch our favorite.”

He laughed and looked at her. “You mean your favorite.”

Elena smiled. “You like Casablanca and you know it.”

Frankie sighed. No, he felt too much like Rick. Hopelessly in love with a woman, but never brave enough to take her for himself. But she loved that movie. “I don’t know why you like it so much, because you complain about the ending every single time.”

“I just like to hope that maybe it’ll end differently,” she said, sliding across the seat to him. “Fine, if you don’t want to watch my favorite, we can watch yours.”

“Star Wars or The Godfather,” he laughed.

“Oh, I was thinking Top Gun, but we can watch Star Wars.”

He looked down at her. Her eyes were full of so much love for him. Frankie wanted to lean down and kiss her. Take her up on her offer to go upstairs, but he couldn’t. He knew he’d never leave if he did. “I really should get home,” he sighed, “but maybe the next time we can marathon.”

She playfully pouted. “Fine. You better write to me everyday, Fransisco Morales.”

He kissed her forehead. “Expect your first letter next week. As practice.”

Elena wrapped her arms around his him and held him close. “It’s going to be so different without just down the road from me.”

He sighed and looked at her. “I do love you, mi Luna.”

She hugged him tighter and then kissed his cheek. “I do love you, mi Sol.”

Unwillingly, Elena slid out of his truck and walked up to the door. She turned around one last time and gave Frankie a tear filled smile. They were both thankful that the other couldn’t see their tears. Frankie drove away, as fast as he could. He knew Santiago had a date that night, but he needed someone to talk to. He made his way to Santi’s apartment and knocked on the door. He half opened the door until he saw Frankie standing there, distraught. “You told her,” he sighed.

Frankie shook his head. “I couldn’t, and she’s going to hate me because of it.”

He closed his eyes in disappointment and sighed. “You need to tell her.”

He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. “I’m going to send her a letter. I can’t do it to her face. If I do, I won’t leave.”

Santi let out a groan, believing that it was almost worse than saying nothing at all . “Get in here,” he said, “I’ve got paper.”

***

Rae walked in with the campus mail in her hand. “You got a letter,” she said to Elena, tossing her an envelope with no return address. 

Elena frowned and looked at the handwriting. She instantly recognized it and smiled. “Frankie told me to be expecting his practice letter.”

She shook her head at Elena and laughed. “I still can’t believe you didn’t tell him.”

“He’s in love with Marilyn. You should have heard the way he talked about her. I thought it best to just keep my feelings to myself,” she said, feeling that same tight pain in her chest again. She grabbed a knife and opened the envelope. Three pages with scratchy handwriting fell out. “Holy shit. This is some practice letter.”

Elena gathered the pages and read:

Luna,

I’m sorry. I am that selfish that I couldn’t tell you. Or at least in person. I knew if I told you in person that I’d never leave for bootcamp. I’d never become a pilot. This isn’t fair to you, because like you said, I’ve already made the decision for both of us. I should have said something right then and there, but I couldn’t. 

Santi is sitting here with me shaking his head while I write you this letter, because he knows that I’ve royally fucked everything up. I won’t be surprised if you stop reading here, or if you hate me and never want to see me again. But I just need you to know that I love you. I don’t mean the ‘I love you’s’ you say to your family and friends. I mean I’ve been in love with you since the first day we met in kindergarten. You walked up to that first grader who was picking on Liam and I and punched him right in the nose. It was the most amazing thing I’d ever seen. From that moment on you decided the three of us were best friends, and I was instantly wrapped around your finger. 

I continued to love you as we grew older; loving you more every day. When my parents divorced while we were in middle school, I didn’t think love existed. But you invited me over the night my dad moved out, and we fell asleep in your basement watching old movies. You had your head against my shoulder, and I remember thinking despite all of that shit I had to deal with, I was still the luckiest guy in the world. 

From then on, I practically lived at your house. Your parents took after me like I was their own. Especially when my mother married that drunk bastard. I still counted myself lucky, because I was able to spend every waking moment with you. Through all of middle school and high school, all of our exes that we had, we still clung to each other. There was never anyone for me, because she wasn’t you. And I hated all of your boyfriends, because they weren’t me. Marilyn knew. That’s why she dumped me Christmas break, because she knew that I was so hopelessly in love with you.

You asked why I couldn’t tell you I signed up with Santi. This is why. I couldn’t bear the thought of having to tell you and then leave you. I didn’t want to look into your eyes as you cried, because everything would be so different now. I couldn’t leave without you knowing just how much you mean to me, but I was too afraid to tell you. 

I meant what I said in the diner. I don’t want you to wait for me. I don’t want you to have to go through the pain of a long distance relationship, because it would ruin every good thing we have. But, you have the right to know how I feel. I’ve been in love with you for the last 13 years of our lives, and I’m certain I will never stop. “But, I've got a job to do, too. Where I'm going, you can't follow. What I've got to do, you can't be any part of, Ilsa. I'm no good at being noble, but it doesn't take much to see that the problems of three little people don't amount to a hill of beans in this crazy world. Someday you'll understand that.”

You will forever be my beautiful Luna, and I will happily swallow these feelings, so you may breathe. 

“Here's looking at you kid.”

Love always, 

Your Sol

Elena dropped the pages and let them fall to the ground, heavy with his words. Rae looked over at her and saw tears streaming down her face. She could see into her best friend’s soul as it shattered into pieces so small that she was certain no one could put it back together again. Rae knew that she’d given Frankie a piece of her heart a long time ago, and now he’d destroyed it by telling her exactly what she wanted to hear. She sat in her chair, waiting for Elena to reach out for comfort, but instead she sat on her bed, face buried in her hands as she cried.

A/N: Just as a citation - I did quote Casablanca in his letter to her!

Translation:

Luna - Moon

Sol - Sun

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[ella-se-vuelve-loca]

Chapter 16

Grand Masterlist

Series Masterlist

I was inspired by one of my favorite scenes from one of my favorite novelas lmao “Lo Que La Vida Me Robó” (What Life Took From Me). I’m not used to writing angst, but I hope y’all like this chapter!

Previous Chapter

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Joel’s P.O.V.

Everything changed after that night at Christopher’s.

Days and weeks have passed and I haven’t heard a single word from her. I’m dying to just hear her voice, and not the same recording I get when she doesn’t answer my calls. I couldn’t bring myself to delete her number even though she wanted me to. I haven’t told anyone about what happened because I want to hold onto the hope that there’s still something I can do.

“Chicos! Remember to bring your passports in a few days. Puerto Rico is waiting for us to start off this tour.” Clara smiled as I had looked up from my phone. The tour is literally around the corner and I’m not sure I have enough time to be able to fix us before I leave. I’m leaving the two of us on a bad note if I don’t do something.

Who am I kidding? I wouldn’t want to see me either if I’m being honest…

Huh… honesty.

I should’ve been that in the very beginning to avoid this. Maybe it would’ve been different.

I’ve been in dance rehearsal all day and counted down the hours until I can go to her place to see her at least one last time. I have to try again before I leave because after today.. I’m not going to have any time. It’s just gonna to be “go – go – go” and getting ready to hop on that plane.

“Alright guys, that’s it for today. Go home and pack your bags, make sure you get everything and Zabdiel?” Clara spoke as he looked up at her. “Yeah?”

“Please don’t forget your passport again.” Zabdiel smiled and gave her a thumbs up. “I won’t. It’s already in my bag.” Everyone was grabbing their stuff and a water bottle on the way out while I walked towards the side of the room where the mirrors were. What am I gonna say to her? Will she even let me in?

“Hey, you comin’?” I heard a voice behind me say. I turned around and saw Erick holding the door open as he looked my way. “Yeah.. yeah I’m going.” I sighed and walked over to him. “Todo bien?” He asked as I nodded, walking towards the cars out in front. Before I head over to her place, there’s one thing I have to do first.

‘(Y/N)?’

I waited to see if she would respond back to me. Is this a mistake?

‘I thought I told you to delete my number?’

‘Oh my God, I was so afraid you wouldn’t answer me’

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‘(Y/N), please, can we talk?’

‘No, I told you I’m done’

‘Listen, I know I messed up, okay? You have every right to be upset at me and I am so sorry’

‘Okay’

‘Okay? Please give me a little more than okay, (Y/N)..’

‘What else do you expect me to say to you? Do you have any idea what it feels like loving someone who’s in a rush to throw you away?’

‘(Y/N) please, let me explain’

‘You have your life and I have mine. Two completely lifestyles that should’ve never combined’

‘Are you saying that we never should have met?’

‘I’m saying that we should maybe just move on and be with someone new. I’m officially setting you free, Joel. Go out there and explore, you don’t have me holding you back anymore’

‘No, don’t do this to me please. I need you, I want you. Give me another chance’

‘Consider this as me doing you a favor. I’m so sorry. Maybe if things were different, we could’ve been together’

‘Don’t you understand? You’re the one I want! Please, let me prove myself’

‘Goodbye, Joel’

‘(Y/N)! I’m so sorry!’

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‘I was such a dick to do this to you! Don’t shut me out! I promise I’ll make it up to you!’

Read at 11:20 AM

‘I never meant to hurt you or anyone’

Read at 11:22 AM

‘Don’t leave me. I love you, (Y/N)’

UNDELIVERED

‘(Y/N)…’

UNDELIVERED

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(Y/N)’s POV

It’s been about a week or two since cut all ties with Joel. I’m honestly so grateful for my best friends though. They’re doing whatever possible to help me feel better and tell me things like how we don’t need no man and shit. Girl power, am I right?

Still, I can’t quite shake the hurt I feel. I know Victoria still wants to see Christopher, but she’s afraid to go out with him simply for the fact that he’s one of Joel’s friends. I’ve reassured her though that I won’t take away her chance at love just because mine didn’t work out. If she ends up with one of his friends, that’s okay because she deserves to be happy too.

As much as I love them, they have their own lives to live and shouldn’t stop theirs just because mine turned to shit recently. I’ve been pretty hesitant to text Johann since that night, not quite sure how I felt about his offer. I sat on my couch as I looked at the TV, ‘Supernatural’ playing on the screen. “There’s no way in hell am I watching some sappy love story..” I said. Maybe ‘Team Free Will 2.0’ can help take my mind off of him. Sam and Dean Winchester, here I come!

I managed to watch almost 3 episodes before I realized that I wasn’t paying that much attention to the storyline. God, I must be out of it or something. What happens if I do take up on his offer? What good will that do? I don’t believe that Johann’s intentions were pure, but maybe can be a distraction, like he said. That’s the only reason why I’ve even considered it.

It hurt to block his number from my phone, but I just didn’t want to deal with anything anymore. I still love him… but he hurt me. Why couldn’t he have been honest with me? Why didn’t he just leave me be the night we met? Why did I even give him my number in the first place? Is this my fault too? If I didn’t give him my number, I wouldn’t be so heartbroken about him right now.

I felt myself wanting to just drift off to sleep before I heard my doorbell ringing. I stayed sitting down, hesitating because I wasn’t expecting anyone to come and visit me. Maybe they’ll go away?

Ding Dong

I guess not. Pausing my show, I stood up and walked towards my front door and opened it. “Listen, I’m sorry but I’m not interested in what you’re selling and – ”

“(Y/N)?” I looked up and saw… him. “Joel?” He bit his lip and cleared his throat. He held a bouquet of flowers in his hands and shifted from side to side. “Um.. hi..” I crossed my arms over my chest and leaned against my doorframe. “What are you doing here?” I asked as he scratched the back oh his neck. “I just… I needed to talk to you.”

“Well, I don’t wanna talk to you. Goodbye.” I went to close the door, but he put his foot through and prevented me from shutting the door in his face. “Please, all I’m asking for is a few minutes of your time.” I scoffed and walked inside, him slowly following after me.

I had my back facing him and I closed my eyes, hoping I didn’t start crying with him just being here… with flowers… for me. “I uh got these for you..” He held up the bouquet as I turned around to grab them. “You told me once that these were your favorites and I – ” I took them from his hands and walked over to the trash bin, tossing them in without a care. “Thanks, but I don’t want your flowers.” I crossed my arms over my chest. “Oh.. o – okay then..”

I heard him shuffling in the background as I thought about what I’ve wanted to say to him. “(Y/N)…” I heard his voice crack as I slowly turned to look at him, noticing that he was getting down on his knees, his eyes already starting to water. Honestly, this sight, is heartbreaking. “When this all started out, I will admit that my intentions were in the wrong place.” He spoke.

“I didn’t – I didn’t take into consideration about anyone else’s feelings but my own. It was selfish, cruel and I have nothing else to say but I’m sorry.” His hair was disheveled and in a complete mess, not styled like how it was before. “Perdóname por favor..” He sniffled as I sat down on the couch, him right in front of me. “¿Cómo puedes pedir perdón and expect things to go back to the way they were before?” I asked as I frowned at him.

“You used me to try and get with some girl you like… and said you’d drop me once you got what, or who, you actually wanted. You’ve had every opportunity to tell me or stop before it got more serious and you didn’t.” I looked down at my hands and held back the tears wanting to fall down my cheeks.

“I know, I know.. pero.. por favor. Vamos olvidamos el pasado. Let’s just start over and I promise I’ll – ” He grabbed onto my hands before I pulled them away from his grasp. “No, suéltame. No me toques..” He slowly pulled away leaned down, running his hand through his hair, clearing his throat.

“When you kissed me for the first time, you told me that you’ve been wanting to do that for a little while..” I looked down at him and gave him a sad smile. I thought back to that kiss. The way his lips were on mine and how he held me close to him. It was all a lie. Get that in your head, (Y/N). He never wanted you in the first place.

“I wonder if you felt relief when I dumped you, no longer needing me to help with your plan.” I saw his shoulders slump and that action only verified what I thought. It wasn’t real. We weren’t real.

“I thought that you were different. You told me that you were and I was stupid enough to actually believe you..” I looked at him and realized how close he was to me.

“Perdóname, estaba.. muy confundido. I thought Emilia was the one I wanted, but now I know she’s not. She only sees me as a friend and I should’ve left it alone at the very beginning. Like you said, things happen for a reason… I met you..” I could tell he wanted to hold onto me because of how much he kept running his hand through his hair. This is the first time we’ve seen each other in a few weeks and here we are, crying. “This has to be fate.”

“I want to believe you and be able to start over, but that will always be in the back of my head. Just questioning if I’m ever good enough for you and how there is always someone else that you wanted. I’m just your backup..”

“(Y/N), no I promise. I’m the one that fucked this up and it’s not you, I promise.” He sighed and gulped. “I’m.. I’m leaving in a few days. I’m going on tour with the boys and I won’t be back until towards the end of the year..”

“Why are you telling me this?” I asked. “Because… I don’t want us to leave on a bad note. I’m telling you because, if there’s any hope for us – a slight chance that we can be fixed – I want you there at the airport. We can travel together, if you want. I know you said that you wanted to travel and all you have to do is be there and I’ll take you with me. If you ask me to stay, I will. Yes, I’ve fought for my place in the band, but I’ve found something more important… I found love..” I sighed and bit my lip, shaking my head. “I can’t make you that promise that I’m gonna be there.” I said.

“Please… I’m leaving in a week. I can take you to see places you’ve never been too and we can be together…” Seeing him hurts. It honestly fucking hurts. “I loved you, Joel, but my life is here. Being with you is going to be difficult and I’d have to change and revolve my life around yours..” I frowned. “Y ahora me pides que olvides todo eso and drop everything to go with you… no puedo.” I moved a strand of hair away from my face as I saw my vision become blurry.

“Qué.. qué puedo ser para mí perdonas?” He asked, looking straight at me waiting for an answer. I frowned and slowly shook my head.

“Nada..”

“(Y/N).. I… no, please. I promise I’ll be better than I was before. I’m being honest and I’ll – I’ll treat you like the queen you are. Please, don’t let me go. There has to be something I can do..” I stood up and grabbed onto his arms, hoisting him so we were almost chest to chest. “Por favor tú… tú vete.” I walked towards one of the windows in the room, facing my back towards him once more. “No te quiero ver, Joel.” My voice cracked. I could feel his gaze on me as I tried to be strong for the sake of my heart.

“Don’t make me say this again. I don’t want to be with… a man like you…” I cleared my throat and crossed my arms over my chest. “Lárgate.” After a few moments of silence, I heard his steps go further and further away from me as he opened the door. I wanted to so badly to just run up to him and feel his arms wrap themselves around me. I wanted to feel his kiss against my lips. I love him… I.. loved him..

He walked out and shut the door behind him, leaving me in silence. It was then when I finally allowed my tears to fall down my face and let myself cry.

It’s done. We’re officially done.

Next Chapter

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Warren Worthington- Not Like This

warnings: underage drinking, cussing, that’s it lmao

word count: 1.4 K

A/N: i saw an episode of new girl with a plot like this and I LITERALLY WROTE THIS IN ONE SESSION LIKE I STARTED IT AT 6 AND FINISHED IT AT 7 IVE NEVER BEEN SO INSPIRED WTFFF also i’m still working on a warren smut BUT I HAD TO WRITE THIS ASAP

(Y/n)’s thoughts were pulled away from her homework as someone pounded on her door.

“Open up!!!”

(Y/n) hopped up, heading to the door, “What the fu-”

“Hey!” 

Jubilee pushed her way into (Y/n)’s room, hands holding two bottles of vodka.

“What the fuck? Why-”

“Guess what?! My senior friend just turned 18 so look what she brought me!!”

“No.”

Jubilee placed the bottles on (Y/n)’s desk. 

“Jubilee, no! One, we’re underage. What if the professor or Hank finds out? And two, I have so much homework!”

“Oh shut up! It’s Friday night. You can do your work tomorrow. Plus..... Warren will be there.”

(Y/n) rolled her eyes, letting out a huff as she sat down on her bed. 

“Isn’t he still dating Betsy?”

Jubilee laughed, “They were never dating- just hooking up.”

(Y/n) glared at her, “That doesn’t make it any better. And that doesn’t answer my question!”

She sat next to (Y/n) on the bed, “Jean said that Scott said that Warren said he dropped her. Said something about wanting to actually date someone, not just hook up.”

(Y/n) stayed silent, eyes trained on the bottles sitting at her desk. Her mind was running wild with thoughts of Warren. They had been very close their freshman year at the school, having shared four classes. (Y/n) had been unable to stop herself from forming feelings. She never once spoke of them to Warren, too afraid for the inevitable moment where he would say, “I like you, but as a friend.”

(Y/n) however, didn’t know that Warren had felt the same that year. And every year after. He constantly felt like he wasn’t good enough for her. Actually scratch that- he knew he wasn’t good enough for her. He figured the best way to suppress those feelings was to focus on other girls, a lot of other girls.

Even throughout his little fuck boy phase, (Y/n) was still his best friend. Except lately it had been different. He started to confide in Scott more. There were things he couldn’t share with (Y/n). They were usually about (Y/n) so obviously he couldn’t talk to her about how he’d had a crush on her since 9th grade. 

“(Y/n).”

“Huh?”

“I bet he wants to date you.”

“Shut up.”

Jubilee shoved her, “I’m serious! You guys are so close!”

“That doesn’t mean anything. We are just friends. Don’t get my hopes up.”

Jubilee hummed, not knowing what to say to that. “Well, he’s coming over here. The whole gang is.”

“Why is it always my room?”

Jubilee gestured like it was obvious, “You have the most furniture! More space for True American!”

(Y/n) sighed, leaning back, “You suck.”

“I rock! You should clean up before tonight, I’ll get the vacuum.”

It was now 9:30 and the whole “gang” ((Y/n), Scott, Jean, Warren, Kurt, Ororo, Jubilee, and Peter) were almost done with one of the bottles. 

They were in the middle of true american, a drinking game Peter had made up his first year at the school. The game was usually utter nonsense, but seemed even worse now that everyone was tipsy. They had been playing for an hour, each person still in the game was stationed on a piece of furniture to avoid the hot lava (the floor). 

Peter downed his shot, “High stakes round for the remaining players! Kiss and tell!”

(Y/n), Ororo, Warren, and Jean (the remaining players) followed suit, downing their vodka, “Kiss and tell!”

“Okay,” Peter slurred, “Doing the count, okay?”

Warren placed his cup down on the desk he was standing on, “No one do three! No one do three!”

Peter cleared his throat, “Doing the count! Three, two, one!” 

As he counted down everyone put a number on their forehead using their fingers. 

Miraculously, it seemed as though no one had the same number. 

“Warren! (Y/n)! You’re up!” 

Warren stood up straight on the desk, “What?! I said don’t do three!”

(Y/n) looked at her hand, clearly holding up two fingers, “I didn’t!”

“Huh?,” Warren looked at his hand, holding up two fingers as well, “Oh! I forgot to do three.”

“Stupid!”

Peter started chanting, “Kiss and tell! Kiss and tell!”

“No! Come on, we’re too drunk for this!”

(Y/n) hated to admit how hearing Warren protest hurt her feelings. 

“You know the rules, kiss and tell or you’re out! And this is high stakes! We’re up to $20 in the pile.”

Warren groaned, hopping off the desk, being safe from the lave because of “kiss and tell.” 

(Y/n) climbed off her nightstand, following Warren towards the corner that over the past few months has been named “the kissing corner” for this reason exactly. 

“Kiss! Kiss! Kiss! Kiss!” Peter started the chant, getting everyone else to join.

Warren placed his hands on (Y/n)’s shoulders awkwardly. “I don’t want to do this.”

Ouch, she thought.

“It’s not a big deal.”

“I don’t want to though.”

Ouch again.

“Just kiss me! Or we’re both out.”

“No!”

“Warren if you get me out of this game I swear to God!”

“I don’t want to!”

Peter clapped his hands together, “Come on! Don’t be a pussy! High stakes! High stakes!”

“Just do it, Warren.”

Warren closed his eyes, slowly leaning in. 

“No- I, I can’t do this.”

“Oh come on! $20!”

“Just no, (Y/n)! Not- not like this.”

“W-what?”

(Y/n)’s eyes were wide, trying to understand what that meant.

“N-nothing. Just- just..” 

Warren’s cheeks were bright red, and not just from the alcohol. He let go of her shoulders, pushing past her and out the door. 

“What?” (Y/n) felt like she was rooted to the spot.

“So.. Warren is disqualified! (Y/n), you’re still in and we can do another round of the count for kiss and tell.”

(Y/n) looked at Peter and then back at the door, “No, I-I need to go talk to him, sorry. I’m out.”

(Y/n) ran out of her room, not even bothering to put shoes on, which was probably a bad idea because she immediately fell on her ass as she tried to run down the hallway in her socks. 

(Y/n) stood back up, deciding to walk around the school, hoping to find Warren somewhere. She first went to his dorm, knocking. She couldn’t hear anyone inside so she decided to move towards the back hallway. As she walked past the windows, she saw the stark white of Warren’s wings. He was sitting on a bench outside, staring off into the lake.

(Y/n) tiptoed outside, not wanting to be heard yet. She snuck up behind him before taking a seat next to him. He didn’t flinch at all, just stayed staring forward.

“Hey.”

Warren nodded, glancing towards her real quick before looking back towards the water.

“Are you okay? I’m sorry if I-”

“You didn’t do anything, don’t apologize.”

(Y/n) nodded, staring at the water with him. 

“So what was that?”

Warren shrugged, his face burning.

“Don’t just shrug. What did “not like this” mean? Not like what?”

“It’s nothing, (Y/n).”

She rolled her eyes, looking at him. “It’s obviously something.”

Warren huffed, “I- I just didn’t want to kiss you for a stupid game.”

“It wouldn’t have been stupid, we could’ve been in the running for $20 bucks!”

Warren let out a small laugh, “You don’t get it.”

He glanced towards her before looking down at his feet. 

“I like you, (Y/n). And- and I didn’t want to have our first kiss in front of all of them while getting drunk in a stupid drinking game.”

“Oh-”

“I’m sorry, that was probably embarrassing for you, I didn’t mean it like that.”

“No, Warren. It’s okay. I- um, like you too.”

Warren’s head whipped to face her, “Really? Like actually?”

(Y/n) nodded, giving him a shy smile. 

“Cool, cool, cool-”

“Cool.”

“Did you drop Betsy to date me?”

Warren’s eyebrows furrowed, “What?”

“Well, Jubilee said-”

“Scott, that little bastard. I trust him with ONE secret and he tells the whole world.”

(Y/n)’s leg was bouncing up and down, “So it’s true?”

“Yeah. I mean- honestly I only ever got with Betsy to try and not like you, but it just made things worse.”

“Oh.”

“Yeah, I’m stupid.”

(Y/n) nodded, “Yeah.”

Warren elbowed her lightly, making her laugh. He turned to see her face. 

“C-can I kiss you now? Show you how I wanted it to be like?”

(Y/n) nodded, feeling speechless.

Warren slowly leaned in, eyes closed. His lips brushed up against hers lightly before the kiss became more firm. (Y/n) felt fireworks going off in her stomach and felt as though all the breath had been sucked out of her. She pulled away to get air.

“Wow.”

Warren laughed, kissing her cheek. 

“I wanted it like that. Just us. No games.”

“I liked that.”

“Me too.” 

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[floralege]

everybuddy for the ship meme!

who asks the other on dates:  elliot  only  has  a  mild  complex  about  not  being  as  cool  as  a  vampire,  so  he  tries  to  plan  special  dates  for  lauren.  pru  and  del  have  regular  date  nights  to  catch  up  and  shit  talk  everything  going  on  ;  bee,  camille,  and  meg  do  the  same,  just  under  fancier  reservations.  meg  likes  to  call  up  tj  and  tell  him  that  he’s  planned  a  wonderful  date  night  for  them  at  random.

who is the bigger cuddler:  caia  is  big  on  cuddling  even  if  she’s  icy  cold,  so  jimmy  needs  lots  of  blankets.  ian  knows  it’s  inappropriate  to  cuddle  but  it’s  also  not  his  fault if  he  notices  that  cecile  looks  chilly  and  he  wants  to  keep  her  warm!  fern  and  ethan  got  drunk,  passed  out,  and  woke  up  cuddling.  they  decided  to  never  speak  of it.

who initiates holding hands more often:  mick  loves  holding  hands,  so  he’d  always  reach  out  for  delphine.  same  w  soft  as  jack  who  just  likes  feeling  kimber’s  touch!  emiliana  allowed  simon  to  hold  her  hand  a  few  times  so  now  he  just  always  tries  in  the  hopes  that  she’ll  give  in  at  some  point.  duffy  still  gets  nervous  about  holding  vee’s  hand  but  in  a  very  sweet  way.

who remembers anniversaries:  liam  and  fern  pick  one  day  a  year  to  get  free  cake  and  drinks  at  the  nearest  restaurant  by  playing  up  the  anniversary  schtick,  though  they’ve  mostly  forgotten  the  actual  dates.  elliot  remembers  everything  but  he’s  trying  not  to  be  so  human  about  it  because  he  knows  time  is  a  much  different  concept  for  lauren.  grady  remembered  every  single  anniversary,  the  problem  is  that  he  though  sending  a  gift  a  reasonable  way  to  not  actually  spend  time  with  cecile.

who is more possessive:  rome  and  gideon,  big  time.  liam  and  fern.  mick  and  delphine,  but  they  try  to  joke  about  it.  arlo  gives  a  little  side  eye  whenever  someone  chats  up  coco  at  the  bar  but  he  tries  to  ignore  it.  maybe  nik  n  nora?  ginny  only  feels  possessive  of  lil  when  they’re  in  the  same  vicinity.  esme  is  EXTREMELY  possessive  of  olivia,  which  is  probably  a  big  problem  for  them!

who gets more jealous:  same  as  above  but  also  add  in  pru,  who  is  literally  losing  her  mind  every  time  she  has  to  see  bee  and  adam  in  the  papers.  adam  gets  a  little  annoyed  whenever  he  sees  mick  and  del.  i’m  sure  fern,  ethan,  and  liam  will  become  a  stupid  web.  daphne  and  sid.

who is more protective:  i  know  he’s  a  bastard  man  but  simon  was  actually  v  protective  of  cecile  when  she  was  alive.  ian,  obviously.  the  vamps  are  a  hot  mess  but  they’d  kill  for  one  another.  the  same  for  temperance  and  lilith.  freddie  and  hannah,  arlo  and  coco.

who is more likely to cheat:  WELL  i  think  we’ve  noted  that  pru  and  delphine  are  experts  at  this.  same  with  sadie,  even  if  it  still  haunts  her.  elliot’s  the  only  one  in  his  own  band  and  crew  that  knows  any  sense  of  fidelity  and  loyalty.  everyone  sleeps  together  okay!  meg  skirts  around  cheating  by  never  definitively  claiming  to  be  anything,  while  also  demanding  all  girlfriend  perks.

who initiates sexy times the most:   cilla is,  at  all  times,  trying  to  sleep  with  henry.  i’m  sure  delphine  knows  exactly  what  to  do  get  mick  worked  up.  pru’s  personal  aphrodisiac  is  seeing  brigitte  in  her  office,  so  lots  of  times  there.  johnny  slip  his  hand  up  cam’s  skirt  in  public  a  lot.  it’s  tradition  that  rome  and  gideon  don’t  say  hello,  they  just  fuck  on  the  nearest  surface  and  i  think  that’s  beautiful.  marilyn  went  without  for  months  so  emile  gets  pulled  aside  a  lot.

who dislikes PDA the most:  grady’s  probably  the  only  who’s  more  subdued  about  it,  but  the  rest  pack  it  on  happily!  also  camille  when  anyone  tries  touching  her  in  public.

who asks the the other to marry them:   EVERYONE  IS  GETTING  MARRIED  !  mick  would  ask  delphine  in  a  heartbeat  but  he  knows  her  answer  already.  fred  and  hannah.  elliot’s  been  googling  if  vampires  can  get  married  outside  of  their  species  and  he  insists  it’s  just  a  joke.  i’m  sure  cilla  will  piss  off  the  world  and  elope  w  henry.  daisy’s  sort  of  content  with  having  a  relaxed  love  life  for  the  first  time  possibly  ever.

who buys the other flowers or gifts:  adam  likes  being  papped  buying  the  biggest  bouqet  of  roses  before  stopping  by  bee’s  place.  fern  gifts  liam  w  cool  lighters  she  finds  around  venues.  jack  compiles  positive  reviews  of  kimber’s  bakery  to  hang  around  the walls.

who would bring up possibly having kids:   elliot  broaches  the  subject  but  he  understands  why  it  goes  NOWHERE.  gideon  and  rome  already  have  two  quasi - children  of  their  own.  caia  would  actually  love  a  family  with  jimmy  but  has  no  idea  how  that  even  works.  

who is more nervous to meet the parents:  cilla  comes  from  a  long  line  of  demons  so  she’s  anxious  about  meeting  henry’s  family.  dinners  with  jules  inspire  a  certain  sense  of  fear  in  mick.  arlo  has  a  morbid  curiosity  about  coco’s  family  but  he  sticks  with  just  knowing  nik  for  now.

who sleeps on the couch when the other is angry:  after  particularly  nasty  fights,  emmy  sends  dominic  to  sleep  in  the  guest  bedroom  on  the  farthest  end  of  the  penthouse.  pru  sleeps  on  the  couch  but  it’s  so  comfortable  that  she  actually  doesn’t  mind.  cam  sends  johnny  to  the  couch  in  his  own  apartment.  

who tries to make up first after arguments:  if  they  ever  have  any  disagreements,  temperance  knows  enough  of  lilith’s  history  to  apologize  right  off  the  bat  (  ginny,  on  the  other  hand,  likes  making  things  worse  )  gideon’s  always  the  first  to  seek  out  rome.  jack  and  kimber  are  over  their  fights  within  ten  minutes.

who tells the other they love them more often:  elliot  always  sends  ‘thinking  of  you  x’  texts  and  postcards.  drunk  cilla  is  the  most  affection  person  in  the  world.  ian  tries  to  say  it  constantly,  but  he’s  too  enamored  with  their  connection  to  potentially  ruin  it.  fred/cam  and  fred/hannah  naturally.  honestly  EVERYONE  expresses  it  in  some  way.

[collecting-stories]

The Dating Game - Jonathan Byers

- The reader concocts a plan to help Jonathan attract Nnacy’s attention but things don’t go the way she expected when Steve enters the mix. -

The Dating Game - Jonathan Byers x reader

October 28th 1984

Jonathan Byers desperately wanted Nancy Wheeler’s attention. It wasn’t something he out right said to you but it didn’t take a genius to work out his obvious attraction to his little brother’s best friend’s sister. He openly stared at the back of her head in English as she sat up front, whispering with Steve Harrington and you sat in the back next to Jonathan, waiting for him to at least pretend to participate in the group project. You didn’t know Jonathan all that well, he was cute, a nice face to look at every now and then when you were bored in class but you had never spoken too him. You had been feeling pretty neutral about working on the project together, a creative writing assignment for English class, until you realized that he was so fixated on Nancy that you wouldn’t get anything done.  

“Are you going to this?” You asked, reaching over and taking the bright orange flyer off his desk. A Halloween bash at some popular kid’s house.  

He shrugged, “Nancy invited me.” He said it as if he was distracted and honestly, he was. After everything they’d been through last year he really thought things would be different but they weren’t. She was still with Steve and he was still that weird kid with the camera.  

“Let’s go then.” You replied. It was purely for selfish reasons but you couldn’t help thinking that if he wasn’t going to write this piece with you he could at least inspire it.  

“What?” Now you had drawn his attention.  

“You like Nancy Wheeler, right?”  

“I-“

You held up your hand to cut him off, “of course you do. So this is what happens-“ It was the perfect plan. He would pick you up on Halloween at 8p, after he dropped his brother off to go trick-or-treating. You and he would attend the Halloween bash as a couple, albeit a fake one, and he would talk to Nancy while also making it clear that he was unavailable. “She definitely likes you too and seeing you with someone else will get her thinking about how she wishes you were with her. So then yada-yada, she breaks up with Steve, you and her get together, perfect story.”  

“I don’t know...” Jonathan looked apprehensively between you and the flyer, trying to decide if tricking her into thinking he was dating was really the route he wanted to take.  

“Hey, I can fake break-up with you once she’s interested, so you don’t seem like a douche.” You offered.  

“What’s in it for you?”  

An A in English, you thought to yourself, “I’m just a super nice person Byers, everyone says so.” You shrug and offer him a smile which he returns uneasily.  

In order for your plan to work you decide there is definitely more you need to know about Jonathan, aside from his picture taking obsession and his kid brother being the boy who came back. The best way you know to go about this is to invite him somewhere public, killing two birds with one stone. People might see you together and start talking plus you can actually learn enough about your fake boyfriend to make the illusion feel real. So you invite out to Benny’s, which takes a lot more begging on your end than you thought possible, but he finally agrees after the fifth time you follow him from a classroom to his locker.  

“Alright, if you’ll leave me alone for the rest of the day.” He sounds exasperated and you figure he probably doesn’t get pestered often. You’re pretty good at being annoying when you want to be and once you have your mind set on something there’s nothing that can pull you away from your task.  

“I’ll see you at Benny’s at 7, don’t be late.” You replied, smiling as you walked backwards away from him.  

He stood in front of his locker, watching you walk away until you turned and headed into your study hall period. Jonathan was not a fan of new people, even if they had technically been going to school with him since he was in elementary school. Just because the two of you had been in class together every year since kindergarten didn’t mean that he knew you or that he’d even really talked to you before. You had offered condolences and asked if you could do anything when Will went missing and long before that you and Jonathan used to play together at recess but that was all that ever progressed between you two. Nothing like a real friendship and that made him uncomfortable and nervous when he thought about going to Benny’s with you.  

“Who was that?”  

Jonathan nearly jumped at the sound of Nancy’s voice beside him and he turned to look at her. “My uh...my English partner. We’re going to Benny’s tonight to study.”  

“Sounds fun.” Nancy smiled at him.

“I don’t know,” Jonathan shook his head, beginning to walk with Nancy down the hallway.  

“Oh come on,” she bumped his hip and he felt his face go red, “put yourself out there more Jonathan, you’re a great guy, anyone would be lucky to be friends with you.”

“It’s just an English assignment Nance,” he huffed.  

It wasn’t just an English assignment but telling her the whole truth would ruin the plan. He wasn’t sure if he wanted to go through with this ridiculous plan or if he should even believe you that Nancy felt the same way as him but he was hopeful and he had to take the chance. He couldn’t stand seeing her with Steve, wishing that was him making her happy. If your plan worked well, he’d be indebted to you permanently.  

For now he would just worry about dinner at Benny’s. He made dinner for his family, made sure Will finished his homework, and did his own before leaving to meet up with you. When he pulled into the parking lot outside of Benny’s you were standing there, leaning against your car. You waved as he parked in the spot beside yours.  

“Hey, I was gonna go in but I figured I’d wait...I get such anxiety when I’m waiting for people.” You mentioned, adjusting the strap on your backpack as you stood up all the way. Jonathan got out his own backpack wordlessly and only smiled in response to your sharing.  

He led the way inside and chose what table you would sit at, a booth in the midway into the diner with him sitting on the seat across from you. Booths were your favorite so you weren’t bothered by the choice and you quickly sat down, pulling the menu toward you.  

“I’m not sure I understand why we’re doing this.” Jonathan mentioned, keeping his voice low as he put his elbows on the table and leaned toward you.

“Because you wanna date Nancy Wheeler and I’m gonna help you do that.” You shrugged.  

“I think that’s the part I don’t understand.”

“It’s science my friend,” you put down your menu and leaned towards him, “Nancy’s totally into you but she’s got Steve so she doesn’t realize it. And you’re totally into her but you’re too shy to make a move-”

“I’m not shy.”

You ignored him and continued trying to explain the plan, “but if you had someone she’d be jealous and realize that she wants you and then bam! Together forever.”  

Jonathan ran a hand through his hair and huffed out a breath, trying to convince himself that this was a good idea. He didn’t want to do anything that would hurt Nancy, including tricking her into breaking up with Steve, even if you claimed that she wanted to. You weren’t exactly friends with Nancy or him or Steve, there wasn’t a time he could think of that he remembered seeing you around any of them. But now you were claiming to know what Nancy wanted and offering to help him get what he wanted.  

“I just don’t understand why you’re helping me.” Jonathan said, reiterating his point from earlier.

“Because we’re gonna be working on this creative writing assignment until Christmas and I don’t want to be stuck sitting next to you in class doing all the work because you’re busy staring at Nancy Wheeler, wishing she would pay attention to you.” You levelled with him, leaving out the bit where you planned on documenting the entire series of events for the creative writing assignment.  

“Alright...” Jonathan seemed apprehensive as he agreed to your plan.  

-

Halloween October 31st 1984

On Halloween night Jonathan pulled up outside your house to find you waiting on the curb, dressed like Stevie Nicks.  You’d been preparing to dress up as Tina from Nightmare on Elm Street every since you went to see the movie but going out with Jonathan the other night had you wanting to dress to impress, even just a little bit. You were hoping the Fleetwood Mac costume would get you some notable mention, even if his sights were set on Nancy.  

“You look not dressed up.” You pointed out, climbing into the passenger side of the car.  

“I don’t have a costume.”  

“You’ll just have to rely on your devilish good looks then Byers.” You teased, leaning over and pinching his cheek playfully. Jonathan swatted you away, glaring at you.  

The girl who let you both into the house gave a questioning look to your hand in Jonathan’s. Whether or not she recognized you from school she definitely recognized your date and the look she gave you as you passed her in the entry way was a clear look of ‘what are you doing with him?’. You ignored it, squeezing Jonathan’s hand as you lead him to the punch table.

“Jonathan!” He turned at the sound of his name and found Nancy behind him, a wide smile on her face as she sipped from a red cup. Your hand was still in his as she hugged him and you kept your hold, allowing him to hug her back with only one arm.  

“Hey Nancy, you look great.” He said as he pulled away, looking over her outfit. She smiled and you nodded in agreement even though you didn’t. It wasn’t anything special and you hadn’t spent two hours getting ready so he could say nothing about yours. It was stupid to be upset but you couldn’t help it. Jonathan was cute, you couldn’t help liking him a little.

“Thanks! Did you guys come together?” She asked, looking to your intertwined hands.  

“Yeah, Jonathan asked me.” You replied, hugging his arm.  

He looked over at you anxiously but nodded his head. This whole thing was way too far out of his comfort zone. Dating, parties, socializing...even if most of it was a show to get the girl, he still felt riddled with anxiety over the idea of it.  

-

“You’re supposed to be having fun Jonathan.” You teased, falling into a space on the couch beside your date. Pressing your leg against his.  

“I am.” He insisted though from the look of discomfort and fear marring his features you knew he was lying. This was the first time Jonathan had ever attended a high school party and he was more than a little nervous to be here. He wasn’t good around crowds. He could face down a demogorgan but a room full of high school kids and he felt like he was going to seize up.  

“Here,” You passed your red cup to him, “some liquid courage for you.”

“I drove here, I shouldn’t drink.”  

“One isn’t gonna kill you my friend.” You promised, leaning into Jonathan’s space. You chanced laying your head on his shoulder and twisting to look at him, knowing you could pass the behavior off as being drunk.  

Jonathan took the cup from you, holding it to his lips but not drinking. He glanced down at you and smiled faintly, “ya know, you’ve really got this peer pressure thing down to a science.”  

You sat up, smiling as he took a drink. “Was that a joke? Does Jonathan Byers tell jokes now? God I feel like we just became best friends.”  

“How much have you had to drink?”  

You were about to answer him when you heard Nancy’s voice cut through the party, drawing everyone’s attention, Jonathan included. You sat all the way up and watched as Nancy yelled at Steve right there in front of everyone. She sounded far more inebriated than you were and the shrillness of her voice seemed to sober you up enough to remember why you had come here in the first place. You and Jonathan weren’t dating...this wasn’t some fun, cute party you attended as a couple so you could get drunk and make out in someone else’s room. This was a project for English class, this was Jonathan Byers finally making his move on Nancy Wheeler.  

“Go talk to her.” You urged as she stormed out of the living room and everyone started to resume the party.  

“What?” Jonathan looked petrified at the idea.

“Go, now’s your chance. She’s upset.” You nudged him and he nodded, standing up and handing you his cup. You watched him walk passed Steve Harrington in the hallway and you downed the rest of your drink. This was going to be a hell of a project when you were finished.  

The excitement that had masked the taste of the punch was gone now that you were helping Jonathan load a drunk and rambling Nancy Wheeler into his car. He buckled her in and closed the passenger door, turning to look at you. He was anxious, you could tell from the way he fidgeted.  

“Do you think...I’m gonna take Nancy home, do you think you could find another ride?”  

“No problem.” You shrugged, biting at your lower lip.  

“I’ll see you tomorrow at school.”  

And just like that Jonathan’s old gray car was pulling out of the driveway and he was heading toward the Wheeler’s. Lucky her, you thought, she gets to be rescued by Jonathan while you get stuck here at this stupid party dressed like stupid Stevie Nicks wishing that he’d looked at you even a little bit the way he’d looked at her. She looked like fucking Nancy Reagan and he’d still stared at her like she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen.  

“It fucking sucks.” Steve’s voice sounded from behind you and you turned to see him on the step, his face partially obscured by his sunglasses and his red solo cup.  

“What does?” You asked, unsure if he was really talking to you. But there was no one else around.  

“Fucking life man.”  

“That’s really philosophical Harrington.”  

“You wanna grab something to eat?” He hopped down the steps and downed the rest of his punch before tossing the cup at the bushes. “Benny’s is still open and I could use some food.”  

“Yeah alright.” You followed him to his car and got in the passenger side.  

Benny’s was practically empty aside for the workers. You and Steve got a booth in the back and when you sat in he climbed in beside you. He stretched out, laying his arms on the table and resting his head on them, turning to look at you.  

“I really miss trick or treating man, those were the days.”  

“Do you remember Mr Gilbert?” You asked, opening your menu up.  

“He used to give us mini toothbrushes and toothpaste.” Steve laughed, “oh my god I hated going to his house.”  

“I wonder if he still does that.”  

“Next year we should trick or treat. Screw Nancy and her bullshit and stupid parties.” He leaned his head back against the vinyl of the booth.  

“You alright? I heard her yell at you.”  

“Nah, nah.” He shook his head, “it doesn’t matter. According to her love is just bullshit right so what does it matter?”  

You shrugged, what did you know about any of that. You had no former boyfriend to speak of and no experience in the love department. It was just you and your dad at home and he was almost never at home. He certainly wasn’t providing any lasting life lessons about love and relationships.  

“What about you?” Steve asked, “you’re not pissed Jonathan ditched you?”  

“Love is bullshit right?” You repeated, “we’re just friends anyway.”

“I wish my just friends dressed up like that for me.” He laughed, looking over at your outfit.  

“It’s a costume party Harrington, I’m Stevie Nicks.”  

“Yeah and you picked that outfit.” He replied. “Come on, you’re trying to get someone’s attention.”  

“It doesn’t matter, he’s never gonna see me that way.” You slumped in your seat.  

“Looks like we’re in the same boat.” Steve pointed out.  

After pancakes and enough coffee to keep you awake for a week Steve drove you home where the two of you decided to continue your night watching the late-night scary movie marathon. It was all old Abbot and Costello or Bela Lugosi movies. Steve reclined on the laz-e-boy in your basement and you stretched out on the loveseat. You had never hung out with Steve Harrington before. Years the two of you had been in school together and yet you never spent any time together. Not even on the playground or sitting at lunch in elementary.  

And now here you were, sitting in your basement with him watching not-so-scary scary movies and talking about you’re shitty experiences in love. You thought about telling him your plan. He was a lot nicer than you thought he’d be and he was funny and genuinely gutted over Nancy telling him that their love was bullshit. Even if she was drunk he knew a part of her was telling the truth, ever since last year she’d had her eye on Jonathan and he could compete with that. Even if he knew what was going on out there in Hawkins he hadn’t lived it the way she had, he wasn’t friends with Barb, he didn’t hold himself responsible for her death the way Nancy did.  

But you kept your mouth shut. You knew he’d be pissed, that he’d probably never speak to you again and you somehow didn’t think you wanted that. So you fed him some bullshit story about how you liked Jonathan and you finally asked him out to Benny’s just a few days ago and now he was ditching you for Nancy. And maybe it was partially true. You did like Jonathan, you thought he was cute even before this stupid writing assignment and you’d been excited to have a reason to speak to him. Other than that awkward time you told him you were sorry about Will and offered to hang some posters for him. Other than that. But you knew he liked Nancy and you figured, what the hell, you would let yourself indulge in your fantasy while getting a decent grade on a writing assignment by casting real life drama as the plot. But it was already all screwed up and it’d barely begun.  

“Maybe Nance’s right.” Steve lamented, looking over to you. “Everything is bullshit.”  

“Agreed.”  

-

November 1st 1984

You thought about scouring the halls to find Jonathan before homeroom but when you saw him talking to Nancy at his locker you chickened out, remembering the way he looked at her last night, even when she was halfway passed out on the passenger seat of his car. So you walked straight to your locker and during homeroom you sat a couple spaces in front of him, looking back a few times but never catching his attention. You would have to suck it up and talk to him before English, otherwise you were sure he would know something was up. He might not be the most perceptive person on the planet when it came to anyone outside his family and close friends but it wasn’t hard to figure out that you were avoiding him, especially when you bolted from homeroom.  

It was stupid really. Bullshit, as Nancy would say. You were avoiding him because of a silly crush that had developed ten fold in a matter of dinner at Benny’s when you were supposed to just be a friend, helping out another friend, no strings attached. You were supposed to be indifferent to Jonathan Byers and his awkward but cute charm and you definitely weren’t supposed to be this annoyed with Nancy. She was nice and even if you weren’t friends you always liked her and you wished nothing bad on her and if Jonathan liked her that made perfect sense. Why shouldn’t he?

“Hey.”

You turned around to find Carol leaning against the locker behind yours. You pushed up the sunglasses that were slipping down your nose and looked at her. The noise in the hallway was already adding to the headache you had and Carol’s shrill voice didn’t help.  

“Hey?”

“Heard you left the party last night with Steve Harrington.”  

“So what?” You asked, closing your locker.  

“So...you and Steve like, hook up? He on the market again?” Carol asked, walking with you toward your class.

“We’re just friends,” you insisted.  

Carol hummed but looked like she didn’t believe you. Before you could argue your case the bell rang and you were walking into maths class. It happened pretty serendipitously that you had maths with both Jonathan Byers and Steve Harrington. And while you usually sat towards the back by Jonathan out of habit and nothing more you were planning on getting info about last night. Until, that is, you walked passed Steve’s desk and he grabbed your arm.  

“Sit?” He requested, nodding his head toward the empty seat beside him.  

You looked back towards your regular seat and saw Jonathan looking at you curiously. Probably wondering the same thing you and everyone in class was wondering, why was Steve Harrington talking to this chick?  

“Yeah okay.” You’d just have to pry information from Jonathan at lunch.  

“Dude, everyone knows we left the party together last night.” Steve whispered, leaning over toward you.  

“Carol Just asked me about it in the hallway...I think she thinks we’re dating.” You confessed. Steve was a cool guy and you’d had fun hanging out with him last night but you by no means were interested in dating him.  

“Good, good...let her.”  

“What?” This was not supposed to happen this way. You had a plan and it was foolproof.  

“Look, I know what you said last night about you and Byers and I was thinking...we could totally use this whole thing to our advantage.”  

“I think you hurt yourself thinking too much. We are not pretending like we’re dating Steve.” You couldn’t let this get more messed up than it already was. How had this stupid idea in your head taken on a life of its own in such a short amount of time? You glanced back at Jonathan in enough time to see him turn his head back to the board. He was watching you and Steve. Probably because you were even talking to Steve and everyone, Jonathan Byers included, knew that you and Steve did not hang out or talk or anything. He was watching because this was some crazy once in a lifetime phenomenon, not because he liked you or wanted you or anything. And with Steve occupied with you he could finally have Nancy, so he should be happy. And you assumed that he was.  

“Just until Thanksgiving. I have a plan to get Nancy back.”

“Steve.”  

“Please,” he looked surprisingly desperate as he stared at you and you felt your resolve melt.  

“Until Thanksgiving.”

-

There’ll be two more parts to this story. Also, this is my first attempt at Stranger Things so feedback is much appreciated. 

For @waiting4inspiration‘s 2k Challenge. 

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Shawnblr Fic Awards Prompts 🌹

If you don’t have something to submit and don’t know where to start, here’s a list of prompts to help get you started! You don’t have to mention which one you selected in your submission and these aren’t the only ones you can use. If you see one in the fluff section but think it can turn into angst...go for it! These are just to get the juices flowin’:) 

F l u f f 

“I’m so glad I have you.”

“Just go on one date with me.”

“I’ve been in love with you for so long.”

“You’re more than just a one night stand.”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just…you’re mine!”

“Your hair looks cute like that.”

“Do you want me to stay?”

“I can’t believe you remembered.”

“I’ve missed this.”

“Can I ask you something?”

“I just wanna hold your hand.”

“C’mon, is everything okay?”

“I missed your laugh.”

“You’re cute when you’re jealous.”

“I always knew I’d come back to you.”

“I missed you.”

“Hey, come watch this movie with me.”

“Stop! That tickles”

“I love you.”

“You’re cute when you’re ranting.”

“Still remember how I like my coffee/tea, huh?”

“What if I kissed you right now?”

“You’re the only one I want.”

“I want to show you something.”

“Stay?”

“Quit looking at me, you’re making me nervous.”

“You are a terrible liar.”

“Of course I’m right, I’m always right!”

“Why are we whispering?”

“Stop being so attractive!” 

“Here, take my blanket/jacket.”

“Can’t we just hug this out?”62. 

“I’m here, I’m not gonna leave you.”

“You’re amazing, did you know that?”

“You can call me whenever you want… even if you don’t have a reason to.”

“I’m bad at texting first, so I always end up hoping you will.”

“You look really cute in that sweater.”

“No, like…. it’s just, I can’t believe you’re actually wearing my clothes.”

“You’re a big piece of inspiration for this, honestly.”

“Could you hold my hand?”

“You can’t leave without letting me hug you first.”

“You make me so happy.”

“You made these cupcakes for me?”

“would you mind if I kissed you?”

“I’m so in love with you, I don’t know what do do.”

“Is this okay?”

A n g s t 

“Do you love me? It’s a simple question.”

“I’m breaking up with you.”

“Am I a bad person?”

“I just want to be alone right now.”

“My friends were right about you.” 

“How many times am I going to have my heart broken?” 

“I told you I’m fine.”

“I’m not the dating type.” 

“I thought maybe you were the one.” 

“Why do you hate me so much?”

“I know you’re not into me, but I’m in love with you.”

“You deserve someone better than him/her/them.”

“We’ve known each other for so long…I just don’t know how to move on.”

“Can you stop thinking about yourself for once?”

“I know you lied to me.”

“I’m not even sorry.”

“I knew this was a bad idea.”

“Rot in hell.”

“How DARE you?!”

“I know you’re not talking to me…”

“I SAW you with him/her/them!”

“Just leave me alone.”

“You weren’t there for me when I needed you the most.”

“I never loved you.”

“It’s too late.”

“Quit ignoring me.”

“Fuck him/her/them.”

“You’ll find someone else…”

“You’re not fine.”

“Let’s break stuff.”

“We’re not just friends and you fucking know it.”

“Just Go.”

“You lied to me.” 

“Just listen to me!”

“I love you and it scares the hell out of me!”

“You knew how important this was for me!”

“Oh, shut the fuck up.”

“I panicked, okay?!” 

“Now you wanna talk? Well, fuck you.”

“Just one drink.”

“This means nothing.”

“This is so stupid.”

“And yet, you’re still here.”

“We have nothing to talk about.” 

“I can’t keep doing this” 

“Just be honest with me!” 

“I’m not gonna be here when s/he breaks your heart."

“Just one more night.” 

“I wanna go home.” 

“I’m not letting you go and we both know that you don’t want me to either.”

“Keep talking all you want but you can’t deny that you want me as much as I want you”

S m u t 

“Bend over.”

“Are you wearing that for me?”

“Beg for it.”

“I’m not sure what to use on you..”

“I love seeing you all wet.” / “I love seeing you all hard.”

“I’m not letting you finish until you say ‘please’.”

“Wider.”

“You can take it.”

“Moan for me..”

“I’ll do you right here, right now.”

“Are you shy?”

“Where should I leave a mark? Here? Or here?”

“Stay still, or it will hurt.”

“Don’t cover your mouth; I want to hear you.”

“I’ve never wanted anyone to fuck me this badly.”“Don’t give me that look.”“We’re in public, you know.”

“I didn’t know you were so sensitive.”

“Don't be so rough. There can’t be any marks.”

“I really don’t care. You still look hot and I’m trying not to kiss/fuck you senseless right now.”

“Stop teasing me so much..”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“Mine.”

“We can't do that here!”

“Behave.”

“Could he make you feel as good as I do?”

“You’re n-not, um, w-wearing anything under that, are you..?”

“Are you trying to turn me on or are you really just that oblivious?”

“The only way you’re getting off is on my thigh.”

“You’re so fucking hot when you’re mad.”

“What? Does that feel good?”

“I’m not jealous! It’s just…you’re mine!”

“If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

“We have to be quiet.”

“Tell me again.”

“You have no idea how much I want you.”

“Say it.”

“If you don’t like my teasing, then why are you moaning?”

“Stop distracting me.”

“Were you touching yourself?”

“I know for a fact that you can be a hell of a lot louder than that.”

“We’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still horny?!”

“Did you just look me up and down and then bite your lip? ‘Cause if you did we’re having sex. Right now.”

“You have really pretty lips.”

“Let's pick a safe word.” 

“Have you had enough?”

“Do not. Tempt. Me.”

“Help me find my shirt.”

“I love you.”

“You feel amazing.”

“I want you.”

“You’re so beautiful/handsome.”

“I love being inside you.”

“Kiss me.”

“Your skin is so soft.”

“Hold me.”

“Let me take care of you tonight.”

“Are you trying to seduce me.” 

S u p e r n a t u r a l 

“What happened to you?!”

“Are…are you a…”

“Is this why you’ve been avoiding me?”

“Stay away from me!”

“I didn’t want you to know because I didn’t want you to get hurt.”

“I told you to stay away!”

“Don’t look at me!”

“Just because I look like this…doesn’t mean I’m not the same person.”

“You don’t want to see me like that.”

“How could you keep this from me? I can keep a secret.”

“Please don’t tell anyone! Please.”

“I don’t care that you’re not human.”

“You weren’t supposed to be here…it’s dangerous.”

“How long have you been standing there?”

“There’s something…different about you. Oh right, you’re a fucking [insert creature], that’s what it is.”

“What did you do?!”

“Don’t give me that puppy dog face.  How am I supposed to say no to that?”

“How could you hide something like that from me!”

“Put that down.”

“Don’t do it, please.”

“I will always protect you.”

“You’re not the same.”

You had no right to do that!”

“I'm starting to think I'm actually going to hell.”

“What happened back there?”

“I’m right where I belong.” 

“Just breath, okay?”

“I thought you were dead!.” 

“I’ll take care of it.” 

“He thinks he’s a mind reader.” 

“You can’t talk me out of this.”

“What have you done?”

“I’d be scared if I were you.” 

“This isn’t just one of your little jokes.”

“I can feel your heart beating.”

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OC Interview Meme

Tagged by @tarberrymentats and @wastelandwandererstuff​ B)

SORRY IT TOOK ME A WHILE TO GET TO THIS GUYS spring break kept me busy xD But I AM BACK NOW AND READY TO ANSWER THESE TAGS THANK U ALL <33 It’s been a blast getting to read about everyone’s Fallout characters ;w; I’m trying to get braver about leaving comments/reblogs but in the meantime just know I SEE YOUR AWESOME CHARACTERS and I APPRECIATE THEM.

This was actually a challenge answering from Nate’s POV xD There’s stuff that I KNOW ABOUT HIM AND WANT TO SHARE but he wouldn’t volunteer or he wouldn’t view the same way so… take it for what it is! And feel free to ask questions! ;w;

It is long. Long long long. Not sorry. 16, 19, 28, and 33 are my favorites c;

1. What is your name?

Oh. Wow. We’re starting this interview off with some tough ones, hunh? Uhh… hm. My name. My name… Let me think. (overly dramatic pause) Nathaniel Christian Ronan? Yeah. That sounds right.

2. Do you know why are you named that?

I was told my name means “God has given,” because my parents didn’t actually think they’d be able to have a second kid. That and Pops was an army chaplain - wanted me to have a name reflecting the faith. He was very literal in his approach. Ronan is an Irish surname, which seemed a lot more important 200 years ago than it does today. It means… uh, oh, shoot, I used to know… Don’t worry, it’ll come to me.

3. Are you single or taken?

(chuckles) Sorry folks, my roving days are over. Got a nosy reporter waiting for me back in Diamond City... whatever time I’ve got left I’m giving it to her.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Powers? What, like, superpowers? That’d be awesome but, hah, no. Though I’ve been told my ability to talk myself out of trouble is uncanny. My martinis were legendary, and still would be if I find the ingredients for them in this apocalyptic wasteland. Friends say I’ve got a good ear for music… Oh, and ventriloquism. That’s always fun.

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

I know you are but what am I?

6. What’s your eye color?

Blue, like my grandmother. (blinks dramatically several times for emphasis)

7. How about your hair color?

Coal back. (runs a hand through it almost nervously) And holding up better than the rest of me, considering the complete lack of well-deserved grey hair.

8. Have any family members?

I have a son, Shaun. Piper gave me roots, and Nat’s pretty much my little sister, too, at this point. The Railroad’s been more family to me than most of my own blood ever was.

9. Oh? How about pets?

Legs Washington, an orphaned radstag I brought to the Castle. He’s a bit of a mascot for the men, follows Shaun everywhere. Yeah, it’s adorable.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

You guess? Look, after this interview, I’m taking you to the Castle to meet them yourself. Your life will be changed. There’s plenty to dislike about the Commonwealth, enough to go mad over. It’s not exactly the charming old homestead of days gone by. But we’re making it better one day at a time.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

Hah! “Duck and Cover” is a big one. Got me suspended from Railroad HQ once, though. I still say that was Deacon’s fault. I like long walks through the woods, playing baseball with Shaun, and a General’s work is never done but it does bring fulfillment. I like all those activities infinitely better when Piper’s around. Is that mushy? God, that sounds mushy. (smiles shamelessly)

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

Yeah. Some deserved it… some I’m still trying to make up for.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

(stops smiling) Yeah. I have. You want a kill count? Six-word soundbites about all the blood and screams and the way men look when they realize they’re about to die? It’s not a fun fact. It’s not fun. Next question.

14. Name your worst habits?

I’m afraid that information���s classified. I could tell you, but then I’d have to kill you. OH! LITTLE SEAL. That’s what Ronan means! Yeah, you know, like, selkie babies.

15. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

Aha… seriously? I’m Pipersexual, end of story. Unless you count the undying affection between my best mate Deacon, and me, which I’ve been told occasionally inspires jealousy. Honestly, I never gave putting a name to my romantic inclinations much thought. It’s always been women, but maybe I just never met the right man.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Piper, for sure. She’s - the way she sees the world? It gives me hope. She’s brave, brave enough to fight for what she believes in. No matter how bad it gets she always finds a light to hold onto, somehow, and keep going. And she’s genuine. I didn’t know what courage really was until I met her. Scribbles’ friendship is… a hell of a lot more than I deserve. I wouldn’t be the same without it. And, God, she’s funny. Sweet, and - a-ha, hm… we’d be here all day if I tried to list all the reasons why I love her.

I also have immense respect for Nick Valentine. He’s a good guy. Without ‘im, I might still be chasing my tail out in the woods somewhere. Or worse. Nick was a friend to me when I needed it most, put everything on the line to help me find my son - didn’t even hesitate. I’ll never be able to repay him for that.

17. What kind of animal are you?

One of a kind. (winks)

18. Do you go to school?

The Commonwealth has a way of schooling everyone, doesn’t it? I’m a bit too old for arithmetic and hall passes, but I never stop learning, if that’s what you mean.

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

I’-ve… been down that road before. (breaks eye contact abruptly) Times were uncertain enough when Shaun was born. Now? Scribbles and I roll the dice every day of our lives. Asking her to marry me – starting over – was the scariest thing I’ve ever done. A baby would be, uh, a really big change. (smiles briefly, uncertain) Maybe if – no, I don’t know. Piper’s never shown any desire for something like that. If she did – even if she did... (sighs) I – look. Let’s just move on, okay?

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

Oh yeah, I have an ensemble of groupies that follow me around the wasteland with a pack brahmin and an eyebot.They pitch my tent for me and cook all my meals. I pay for services with my autograph instead of caps. (rolls eyes, but keeps a smile)

21. What are you most afraid of?

Losing someone I love. I know we don’t get any guarantees out here in the wasteland, but… loss never gets any easier. It makes it hard to open up, y’know? I spent a long time keeping folks who cared about me at arm’s length, and some days it’s still a challenge.

22. What do you usually wear?

What you see is what you get! Derbys, slacks, a shirt as white as I can get it in these conditions, and a black vest, because that never goes out of style. My favorite hat is - take a look at this. It’s a bicorne. Has anyone worn that since the French Revolution? It’s great. I love it. Piper doesn’t.

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

You know what I miss? Chocolate. I’d kill for chocolate. … kidding.

24. Am I annoying to you?

Hah! I married a journalist. This is just another Tuesday.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

Look, if I’m not back by seven…

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

I mean… it’s not like anyone’s ‘wealth’ compares to what it was like before the war. I’m not living off charred molerat, but I certainly won’t be moving into the Upper Stands anytime soon. Most of what I have, I made myself.

27. How many friends do you have?

More than I deserve. Piper and Deacon are probably my two best friends though. Nick, Preston, and Kent oughta be mentioned, too.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

You mean those damn perfectly preserved slices stuck in the Port-A-Diners? God, I’ve tried everything. I spent an entire afternoon trying to break in. What is the glass even made of? I couldn’t put a scratch on it. You have to just keep pushing the button. Over and over. I’m convinced it’s all some Vault-Tec conspiracy. There is no pie. The pie is a lie. Piper says she managed it once, but I don’t believe her.

29. Favorite drink?

Nuka cherry! No question.

30. What’s your favorite place?

There’s a spot up at the top of Diamond City. I mean the top top, even higher than the Stands. Clear night with a full moon? You can see for miles. Can’t be beat.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

You’ve - been listening, right? Aha, was I unclear about being madly in love?

32. That was a stupid question…

You’d be surprised how often it gets asked. (chuckles)

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

Lake. Definitely. I’m marginally less likely to get eaten there. That being said, I was up in Maine once, went out to pick lure weed. You know, those radioactive yellow flowers that grow in muddy ponds? Bad idea.Terrible idea. Maine is a terrible place and I will not be building a summer home there e-ver.

34. What’s your type?

Kickass reporters with the brightest hazel eyes you’ve ever seen, hair like Aphrodite, and a smile to make you melt.

35. Any fetishes?

Look, you’re very nice. Really. And I appreciate the interest, but ah, this isn’t any of your business. Only one person gets to ask me about those and - you aren’t her.

36. Camping or outdoors?

Camping? Oh man, those were the days. An RV trip would be the bomb. It’s not much of an option these days. But I’m used to sleeping rough, and I gotta admit, it has its charm.

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1-50 of the writers ask thingy, tell me everything :D

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1 : What age-group do you write?adult! ive always written characters my age or a few years older

2 : What genre do you write?sff, mostly fantasy

3 : Do you outline according to big ideas or small details?hmmm, i guess small details? when i get an idea, i get an idea for single scenes or pieces of dialogue or a certain character, so i piece together an outline from that. but i have trouble with a overarching plot lol

4 : Which do you prefer–line-editing or plot-revisions?line-editing, i love editing. revisions suck bc it takes me 10,000 yrs to come up with an idea and now i have to replace it with another??? blasphemous

5 : Do you write better with or without deadlines?ive written my whole life without deadlines except for when i tried nano last year and failed. so without i guess, but then i dont have anything to convince me to write more lmao

6 : What would be the biggest compliment you could hope to receive on your current WIP?idk probably that its someones favourite book, or to see fanart *.*

7 : How long is your current WIP?26,305 words, its a rewrite heh

8 : What author would you be most excited to be compared to?hummmmmm,,,idk when people call new fantasy books “the next game of thrones” it sounds so fake lol but idk who my favourite author is...

9 : What do you struggle most with as a writer?writing

10 : Do you brain-storm story ideas alone or with others?mostly alone but YOU, ASH, help sometimes. its good to get an objective ear

11 : Do you base your characters off of real people?nah lol, im not good at characters

12 : Is your writing space clean or cluttered?clean

13 : Do you write character-driven or plot-driven stories?plot-driven. my writing is extremely fast paced, and i dont tend to like reading character-driven works

14 : Do you have a favorite writing-related quote?ive answered this in previous ask. the 'drunk on writing’ one by ray bradbury

15 : If you transport your original characters into another author’s world, which world would you choose?everyone else’s worlds are so harsh lol maybe id put them in atla so they can fuck around w bending

16 : Would your story work better as a movie or tv show? Why?miniseries ﾟ*｡(･∀･)ﾟ*｡ but it would lend itself to a movie yeah

17 : Do you make soundtracks for each story?nah, lazy ass

18 : If you could assign your story one song, what would it be?unbecoming by starset

19 : Would you rather live in your characters’ world, or have your characters come live in our world?honestly? i wanna escape capitalism and wield a sword

20 : What book would you love to see adapted for the big or small screen?zero world by jason m hough!!!! its a pretty big book i think a movie duology or a tv show would work!

21 : Do you finish most of the stories you start?no

22 : Has your own writing ever made you cry?no lol 

23 : Are you proud or anxious to show off your writing?anxious cz im bad

24 : When did you start considering yourself a writer?i meannnnnnnn do i even now thoooooo

25 : What books are must-reads in your genre?sff is so broad, read whatever tf u want

26 : What would you like to see more of in your genre?diversity, not just in race gender sexuality but in fucking plots like damn give me something w a twist

27 : Where do you get inspiration from?real life, books, movies

28 : On a scale of 1-10, how much do you stress about choosing character names?about a 2, i just search on a generator until i find one i like im not a stickler for names nd i dont usually have placeholder names or anything

29 : Do you tend to underwrite or overwrite in a first draft?chronic underwriter hence the only 20k words

30 : Does writing calm you down or stress you out?calm me down, i have no control over my own life so its good to have complete control over my oc’s lives. i dont tend to have the ‘characters run away from me’ thing, but probably bc i dont see it like that lol

31 : What trope do you actually like?ride-or-die, charas who are knowledgeable and badass from the beginning, i hate following the character learning to do something lmao im impatient

32 : Do you give your side-characters extensive backstories?depends on the side character, every character is fleshed out to an extent but i dont do a massive family tree or anything

33 : Do you flesh-out characters before you write, or let their personalities develop over time?i tend to create characters before plot so i would say i know them pretty well before starting but i do let them develop naturally within the story without forcing them into any box

34 : Describe your old writing in one word.tryhard

35 : Is it more fun to write villains or heroes?mmm both have their merits, i went through a phase where i loved villains but a warped heroes journey or a morally grey/anti-hero can be super good too

36 : Do you write with a black and white sense of morality?nah, murky

37 : What’s one piece of advice you would give to new writers?try anything. anything it doesnt matter if ur nervous or you ‘dont write in that genre’ or you dont even like that genre. its good to train yourself and go out of your comfort zone, makes u a better writer imo. also dont read this and think ‘im not writing an entire historical romance novel bc i hate it’ i mean just one shots. a paragraph or two. try out writing prompts, it really flexes ur skillsalso dont feel like everything u have to write will be published, thats what i mean by try out little paragraphs or prompts. let go of this idea that any of this work will see the light of day [unless u rly want it to] and just have fun, go wild, go crazy, go stupid

38 : What’s one piece of writing advice you try–but fail–to follow?its mostly those ones that help u have cleaner, more beautiful writing. i write really beige-like and its hard to be poetic or flowery

39 : How important is positive reinforcement to you as a writer?probably super important

40 : What would you ask your favorite author if given one question?when ur next book out

41 : Do you find it distracting to read while you’re writing a first draft?nah

42 : Do critiques motivate or discourage you?ive never really had many, so i would say discourage bc i dont have a thick skin with my writing

43 : Do you tend to write protagonists like yourself or unlike yourself?unlike myself, i like to write bold, confident characters and im not that lol escapism much

44 : How do you decide what story idea to work on?whichever interests me the most at the moment, i can jump between projects easily so i dont have a problem 

45 : Do you find it harder or easier to write when you’re stressed out?harder, i cant look at my writing if im stressed else ill absolutely hate it and might do something drastic like delete it all lol

46 : What Hogwarts house would your protagonist(s) be in?ary is slytherincyri is ravenclawash is gryffindorcaena is slytherin [i dont know how to spell the house names]

47 : Where do you see yourself as a writer in five years?still writing id hope

48 : Would you ever co-write?nah

49 : Are you a fast and rushed writer or a slow and deliberate writer?i used to be fast and rushed bc i was so impatient i just wanted to see the end product but i realised that i really love being in the world of my wips as long as possible so i draw it out and really mull everything over

50 : Would you rather be remembered for your fantastic world-building or your lifelike characters?both lol? i do love worldbuilding but i think characters make a greater impact