#i hope this answers i sorta rambled and went way too hard on this answer

[iracundiias]

Your writting on Sol and reader is absolutely beautiful 😍 How do you think the Council will react to their relationship? (if they care lol)

Have a good day 😊 💛 💓

thank you so much! 🖤 i'm really glad you like it. it means a lot to me.

without spoiling things, i'll sorta answer the question this way: sol fully believes that the council most likely already knows about the relationship. the first line of the story is "Your relationship with Sol was always questionable to others." because i kinda wanted it to be a reminder that their relationship has always been in question and talked about by others. you know how sometimes, two people will start some sort of relationship and try to keep it secret, but people can tell something is going on by their actions? that's pretty much the thing with sol and the reader. even when they weren't in an official relationship, people could probably see the way they looked at each other and lingered with one another.

that's why sol told the reader that perhaps keeping their relationship a secret would be the best decision, not because he wanted to hide it, but because he didn't want the reader to fall under further scrutiny and questioning. he's seen it already in the past, and wanted to do something to possibly protect the reader from encountering more. sol doesn't care what people think of him, he's a master and can easily prove himself. but the reader who just became a knight less than a year ago? not so much. and now with a knight, their padawan, and supposedly others believing that the reader was given an advantage by sol, it just reinforces sol's decision to keep the relationship a secret. the reader is in the same boat as sol, they're sure the council knows something, but what the council knows specifically remains a mystery to them. and that's partially what worries them, along with the knight who is seeming to scheme against them. who knows what the knight is telling the council, or if they're even lying to the council? while sol was telling the truth that he never gave the reader an advantage, not everyone believes that.

[ghoulangerlee]

if i could ask without it being rude. . .

what/when did you realize you were nonbinary?

lately i've been wondering if the gender binary fits for me and i was just hoping you might have some answers or guidance or something

anon this is not rude at all! i am always open to talk about my experiences with gender identity! thank you so much for feeling safe enough to come to me, I do hope my answer sheds some light on things for you.

please excuse any spelling errors bc I am currently typing with one eye open haha. (also under a read more bc i got wordy sorry I hope this helps!! I'm here for you anon!!)

So, I was about 19 when I realized that 'girl' didn't really fit me? Looking back I think it might have always been like this, but I grew up in a small southern town where the only out gay person was bullied so relentlessly that he left town and we never saw him again.

So, 19, I come across this tumblr account that centered heavily on genderfluidity, and for a while that identity felt safe to me? I've always been more masculine leaning in general, from a very young age and at the time (this was 2011) genderfluid seemed right. I would fluidly slip between masc and fem and it all felt comfortable and safe and nothing like I'd ever experienced before. Small town me finding out there was more than just gay, lesbian, bi and trans? (trans here in the sense of transgender like, trans man or trans woman).

So yeah, I think at that point for me though, I just lost my mom, I was dealing with a lot of stuff and I didn't have the bandwidth to look too far into anything beyond something that finally made sense in my brain. So while I do still stand by me ID'ing as genderfluid for a few years, it never actually felt right. And you know? That's okay. It was sort of a stepping stone for me, I think. To look more into other gender identities. Because at that time, beyond genderfluid I only knew of trans men and trans women, in like I guess the binary gender sense?

To preface this, I know that definitions of transgender has changed over the years, this is just my personal experience with all of this, which is why some of it may come off as idk outdated?

Anyway, while I ID'd as genderfluid, I went by a masculine nickname and still used she/her pronouns just because I didn't really consider using anything else. Someone once referred to me using he and that sorta felt okay? But also not...right? At the same time. Like it felt better than she, but in the sense that it was a little off to the left of better. Not a perfect fit, but an okay one.

Honestly I could probably dig deep enough on my blog and maybe find some ramblings from that time if I tried hard enough, though I can't for the life of me figure out what I'd have tagged it haha.

So, I don't exactly remember what finally brought on nonbinary other than once I told someone that I didn't really feel like a person? I felt more like a genderless blob so to speak, and that she/her and he/him didn't really feel right to me.

And that friend was like 'well what about they?'

And then someone referred to me using they and everything sort of clicked into place right after that.

My experiences with gender have been quite turbulent, in the past I've dealt with heavy gender dysphoria because I had this idea in my mind that I needed to look androgynous in order to identify as nonbinary. That I wasn't nonbinary enough if I had tits. I binded for several years and fucked my ribs up with it because I am also fat. So, in I would say 2013 is when I finally started using nonbinary? So internet culture led me to believe I needed to be thin and have a flat chest in order to be the right kind of nonbinary, because otherwise I was just a woman.

I still get called she/her in my real life, other than my husband and our friend who both use they/them when referring to me. But, I've learned these past several years that nonbinary doesn't look a certain way? That I don't have to be more masculine leaning in order to ID that way. It feels right, when people use they/them and when they call me Lee, which is why I typically introduce myself that way, other than doctor's offices, and other official places use my birth name.

It took a lot of growing for me, because I had so many negative ideas about femininity and how I could also navigate that while being nonbinary. I refused to wear makeup for the longest time because I thought that that meant I was just faking it, and being a woman.

I've always wanted to be feminine but in the same way that like, a masculine person can be feminine, I guess? So like, in a 'cis man wears a dress and makeup' sort of way if that makes sense.

And I had this idea that I couldn't do that, otherwise I was just a fake nonbinary person?

What ultimately helped me was in 2016/2017 when I worked for Home Depot, my head cashier actually lead a local lgbt+ group and she immediately latched onto me not being straight or cis. Again, this was the south so there was a little bit of growing pains, we all ended up sitting down and talking about gender identity, I talked with some older people who were nonbinary and it opened my mind to start viewing things in a way that like, helped me, I guess?

Like, yeah, makeup is traditionally worn by a woman, but because I am not a woman, wearing makeup does not make me a woman. Just as wearing traditionally masculine clothing, does not make me a man. It just makes me a person wearing make up or a person wearing clothing.

I think overall, if I would have stayed on the internet and kept listening to those people who say that you have to look/be a certain way in order to be nonbinary, I wouldn't have probably reconciled my own issues with how I perceived myself vs nonbinary.

Overall, I'd say start small, the first thing I did was use neutral pronouns, this isn't to say you can't use neopronouns if those feel right to you, or use something like he/they or she/they bc a lot of nonbinary people do that too.

It's okay to experiment with gender. It's okay to tell your friends that you want to be referred to using only neutral pronouns, or a set neopronouns, or what have you. See how that feels.

Take a step back and look at how you perceive certain things, when I was finally able to let go of the idea that things had to be gendered, and that those gendered things only fit one particular gender, it made things so much easier for me.

I stopped hating my chest. Like I'd said earlier, I binded for a while, and it was so uncomfortable, but I Felt like I had to just because of what I'd heard the uh "gatekeepers of gender" say. But now? finding a bra that fits nicely and accentuates my chest? Euphoric.

None of that makes me a woman. I am just a person, and I like things.

Living in the south, good luck with me trying to ever explain this to people around here. So I'm out, but I'm not explicitly out I guess. If people clock it? Good for them. If not? Oh well. I don't really correct people on my pronouns, just because I've finally reached a point where I'm okay with it. My sister and brother in law still call me by my birth name and that's fine too. Because in my head, my name is Lee and my birth name is just a nickname that they have for me.

And again, all of this came with time. With several years. I started this when I was 19 and I'm 31 now, so it took a decent chunk. It's important that you've got a good support system too. And honestly, I'm here for you anon. If you ever need to talk, or vent or anything, my askbox is open. If you wanna come off anon and dm me? Sure.

I can even give you my discord if you'd prefer that.

Navigating gender can be scary, but, it'll be okay. <3

[docterzerocare]

hello Doc. 'tis i; Back On Some Of My Qsmp Bullshit (sorta)

so because this always happens with me at some point while i'm into something, you now get to hear about my Self-Indulgent au (aka lore stopped making sense to me around late October-Early November, which is also the time i got really into Fnaf again, and then Shit Started Going South, so at this point i'm just doing what i want).

so some important stuff for just about any of this to make sense:

a theory/headcanon of mine (before it immediately got disproven through the Day of the Dead event) was that the Dead Eggs weren't Actually dead; they had been revived by The Federation and were being experimented on (i had multiple reasons to believe this, trust me). so basically, long story short, that's canon to this au. CodeFlippa doesn't exist, it's actually Flippa. she escaped along with the others + A1 (Alin, who was on one life at this point, although she did threaten the Federation at gunpoint to add a life back to them).

along with this, all of the eggs have hatched. we've got baby dragons now, boys.

Memory Egg (Hope is the name i think everyone decided on? if i'm remembering right) is alive, but also down a life. Fred found her and took her to Cellbit. they don't know why, it just...felt right, y'know?

speaking of, Federation Worker worldbuilding headcanons. because i can.

the Cucuruchos are basically minor eldritch horrors, and the cute, Teddy Bear-like appearance is a disguise/skin of sorts. no i will not elaborate on this, i honestly think it's speaks for itself.

^ along with this. y'know the Schrödinger's Cat situation that is the q!Bad Curcurucho Horror Stream? about whether what happened was real or not? well! the answer in this au is a gray area: it did happen...but it didn't. basically the Eldritch Bears went "wanna make the local demon hallucinate us doing some psychological torture?" and then Did It. they did it a few more times, once also with Cellbit and Quackity there, too (which sure was A Time for everyone involved). so the short answer is that they Were, in a way, tormenting q!Bad...but they also Weren't. if that makes any sense.

more Q!Quackity and ElQ as twins stuff. and y'know. backstory headcanons for people.

(slamming fists on the table) Let! Fred! And! Tubbo! Be! Happy!! Dangit!!

Fred kinda causes problems and then runs from the Feds. whole arc about finally being able to be their own person, finally. it's mostly through him that we learn a lot of Worker Worldbuilding.

look. certain lore things (cough Purgatory) are. Different now. haven't thought about them too hard so that's all i'll say for now. just know: stuff like Purgatory is different.

I'm Making q!Dandy And His Kids Canon To This Because I Can

all in all: i'm just doing my own things, adding some Cucurucho Horror™ (because you can kinda tell it was my favorite kind of Qsmp Horror), giving the Workers some worldbuilding, and Letting The Eggs Live. Because I Can. oh yeah, and inserting myself into there.

anyway, that is all. just needed to ramble about this because i thought about it and reminded myself that I Can Just. Make A Self-Indulgent Au. Because I Can!! having a good time over here :]

Heck ya dude!! Cucurucho horror <3

Feel free to ramble at me anytime! I also sort of have a self indulgent self insert (ish) qsmp au, we love to see it frfr

Also youre doing gods work having the eggs live and hatch <3

[vinnybox]

i woukd love to see the orgin story of how dick become a talon and how did they find him

A!! Im glad you're interested in finding out QuQ So far I've had played around with two or three ideas! None are canon yet until I figure out what works best for this AU! This one is quite hard to answer since I don't have a solid idea yet ;v;

I did make a Toyhouse page for him to sorta put all my notes and info of him, but it's far from complete and things are most likely going to be changed in the future as I try to polish it!

Again! This is very cannon-divergent, and Im probably going to be making stuff up while taking bits and pieces of the comics, or other medias to try and make things work out. Like.. a glorified science project.

Ideas Rambling beloooww of how things might have gone down! sorry I took so long to answer haha

How Court of Owls got their hands on Nightwing

In this AU, The Court initially was going to take Dick in when he was younger following the death of his parents, but Bruce adopted him first so their pursuit was put on pause and they sorta kept to their own business for a while. Years later when Dick shows potential as Robin, the Court had taken an interest again but they hadn’t planned any actions yet. They only wanted to recruit Dick even more once he became Nightwing, so they have Talons keep an eye on him at a distance and specifically told them to remain unseen while they prepare for the perfect time to recruit him. The court eventually got their hands on Nightwing and blackmailed him into “Joining” them maybe by threatening to leak Bruce and Dick’s (Maybe even some other bat fam members too?) identity and also threatening to break them one by one.

Dick of course went with them and specifically told them he’ll stay as long as they don’t bring his family into this and kept their end of the deal. The court accepted, but they knew they won’t have to keep the end of their deal for long once they’re done with what  they have prepared for Dick.

Nightwing becoming Talon:

CW! mentioned torture.

While with the Court, he’s pretty much being put through having his body physically modified through mutation, have his mind and body broken down until he’s lost most of what makes him who he was. They’ll only need him as a loyal assassin to serve them.

So what Dick had to deal with is him losing little bits of his memories until most feels like scattered fragments along with the physical and mental torture the Court inflict on him if he doesn’t obey their orders. So other than the heaps of physical scars and injuries, he had to deal with his own mind, trying to stay strong while guilt weights down on him and the hope of rescue became further away from reach.

How the Batfam found Nightwing

I think how they found Nightwing would be having one of the family from the bat fam have a run-in with Talon!Dick (maybe Tim?). Maybe they fought at first before like, Dick’s mask got knocked off and they’re like “Oh shit no way-” and Dick escapes and disappears again, but now they have a better lead and confirmation that the Court did, in fact, took Dick.

I think in this AU, Batman did had encountered the Court of Owls before, but the Court instead of waking all Talons like in the comic, they held off for now??

In short, I am now doing this.

So in summary, I’ll fix any plots hole as we go DHSGDH Im so sorry for any confusion. Trust me, I’m also confused HDGHSJD

[mizunetzu]

wait okay i have so many ideas you have no clue- okay so basically y/n is too scared to confess to either ushijima or shinsou (you decide lol) so he just puts love notes in his locker :)) but ushijima/shinsou catches him one day so he teases him about it but he liked y/n too so he lowkey confesses and its super fluffy i- 🥺🥺 i've had this idea for so long but i have no clue where to start writing it myself lolll

Guess who...took 4 months...to do Mr. Shinsoussimps request...not me...ahahaha...what are you talking about...BUT ANYWAYS IM SO SORRY MR SHINSOU PLS TAKE THIS FIC AS MY APOLOGIES

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Ushijima x reader - Secret Admirer Love Letter-kun!

⚠️warnings - none

Pronouns- male, he/him

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(Y/n’s) hands shook as he traced the linings of his love letter.

It had a red, heart-shaped sticker on the seal flap, with the words ‘To Ushijima-san’ written in royal purple across the back. The letter had slight crinkles from the shaky grip (Y/n) held it with.

His heart raced purely thinking about how Ushijima would react. Would he even react? Or would he just look at him with that blank stare and walk past him? Would he be ridiculed for being a man giving a love letter to another man?

Every single intrusive thought made (Y/n) want to tear up the letter and flush it down a toilet. Nonetheless, he stood next to Ushijima’s locker, waiting for him to appear.

His legs shook. His heart felt like it was going to explode out of his chest. He could physically feel the sweat running down his forehead. He was probably gaining stares from other students for standing near Ushijima’s locker and panicking silently.

All these ‘what-if’s’ was beginning to make (Y/n) second-guess his decision. Maybe he couldn’t do this after all...

No! He had to! He’s been harboring his feelings for Ushijima for years now, and he was getting nowhere! Even if it was rejection, and he certainly hoped it was not, he needed an answer!

Just as if right on cue, (Y/n) heard the familiar deep voice of Ushijima coming down the hall. He wasn’t saying much, but the accompanied grunts of acknowledgement to Tendou’s ramblings was enough proof it was him. Without thinking, (Y/n’s) panic took over him, shoving his love letter into Ushijima’s locker and dashing out of the way.

He blended himself in with the gaggle of students near their lockers, watching Ushijima as he opened his own locker.

“Ara?” Tendou cocked his head when the letter (Y/n) slipped in fluttered out. It landed on the floor gracefully. Ushijima bent over and plucked it off the ground.

“Our Wakatoshi~kun has a secwet admiwer?” Tendou squashed his face together and boared curious eyes into the heart-shaped sticker on the note. Ushijima grunted.

“It seems to be a love letter.” Ushijima’s low voice sent even more panic through (Y/n). He didn’t want to be there while he opened the letter. But here he was, 10 feet away from him as he carefully peeled off the heart sticker from the envelope.

Ushijima’s eyes silently scanned the letter, it’s meticulous, thought-out writing filling Ushijima’s eyes. The silence rang so, so loud to (Y/n), as he watched Ushijima read his love letter with his emotionless face.

After what seemed like forever, Ushijima lifted his head up from the note. (Y/n’s) heart stopped.

“It is a love letter.” (Y/n), and Tendou, deadpanned.

Tendou reached for the letter. “Fiiiiine, then let me see-!”

Ushijima pulled the letter away, raising it above his head and out of Tendou’s easy reach. He lowered the letter and cradled it to his chest.

“No. It’s mine.”

(Y/n’s) heart fluttered. Could this mean-?

“But it does, however, have no name.”

“Awh. Poor Wakatoshi-kun’s admirer must be rewwy shy~”

(Y/n) internally facepalmed. Of course he forgot to sign the note! Why wouldn’t he?! (Y/n) crinkled up his nose. He was still determined to get his feelings to Ushijima.

He turned around, and walked to class. The next day, for sure, he was going to give him a love letter with his signature on it this time.

——

(Y/n) stared down at his paper, then shifted his eyes to the alarm clock sitting tauntingly at his dorm room’s desk, with the bright red numbers 10:35 pm glaring so menacingly at him. Like it was telling him to hurry up and sign the new love letter he just wrote. (Y/n) re-read the letter on his desk for the 6th time that night.

Everything was perfect. It explained his feelings perfectly, explained how long he’d been smitten for him for, hell, he even doodled a small picture of Ushijima himself with a heart next to it in the corner of the page.

Everything was there, except his name.

Did he really want to put his name, though? I mean, (Y/n) saw how...endearing Ushiwaka’s face looked reading his original letter. What if he ruined that when he finds out it was him who wrote it? And not some cute girl?

(Y/n) stared at the empty space on the page where his name was supposed to go. His hand gripped his pencil tighter than he should’ve, and began to write.

‘(L/n) (Y/...’

He stopped. (Y/n) thought about it for awhile, then grabbed his eraser and scrubbed at the name until it was pristine white again.

‘Your secret admirer’

Was all he wrote.

He packaged up the note in another small envelope, pressed a cute little heart sticker to the flap, and went to bed.

——

The next day, (Y/n) made sure to rush to school early to slip the note in his locker. He wanted to see his reaction to his new note. It made him feel sorta high. What kind of face would he make? Would he be delighted? He hoped he would.

(Y/n) crammed the note into Ushiwaka’s locker. No one was around. Good. No one saw him shove the letter through, therefore no one could tell Ushijima it was him. (Y/n) sighed contently, and timpered off somewhere secluded, but somewhere he could still see Ushijima and his locker.

After scrolling on his phone for what seemed like an hour, he heard Tendou’s familiar voice, humming a strange song and trailing next to Ushijima. It was his daily indicator that Ushijima was near. If he could hear Tendou coming, almost 100% Ushijima would be there too. (Y/n) pocketed his phone quickly and peeked behind a row of lockers.

Ushijima silently unhinged his locker, listening to Tendou talk. However, they fell silent when another letter fluttered out from his locker, this time landing so perfectly in his hands.

“Ara ara? Another note from Admirer-chan?”

“Yes. But I know it’s a boy, Tendou.”

(Y/n’s) heart dropped. He watched as Ushiwaka peeled off the heart sticker once more, while continuing his conversation with Tendou.

“Oh yeah? How so?”

Ushijima stopped, and reached into his locker once more. He pulled out (Y/n’s) previous note, and pointed to a line of text scribbled on there so neatly. Tendou raised his eyebrow, and leaned down to inspect the note.

‘-Besides, there’s no way someone as amazing as you can like a guy like me. It’s weird right? I hope you don’t think it’s weird. But I wouldn’t blame you.’

“Ahhhh~ makes sense...” Tendou hooked his arms dramatically over the back of his head. “But do you? Does Wakatoshi-kun think Secret Admirer-kun is weird?”

Ushijima traced the two love letters with his eyes. “I think he’s brave.”

(Y/n) clutched his tightening chest. It suddenly became really hard to breathe. How was Ushijima being so unintentionally sweet?

Tendou cooed. “Awwww, Is our Wakatoshi-kun catching feelings for his Admirer-kun?”

Ushijima folded the two notes back into their envelopes silently. He said nothing to Tendou’s remarks, while gently placing the two love letters back into a safe spot in his locker.

(Y/n) brisk-walked away, flustered, before he could hear his answer.

——

Writing notes and hiding them in Ushijima’s locker became a sort of habit for (Y/n) in the past few weeks.

Every now and then, he’d write a short love letter signed “Your Secret Admirer” or “Admirer-kun” and slip it under Ushijima’s dorm room door or the cracks between his locker. It became an addiction of watching him unravel the note with the tenderness of an angel. For such a big dude, he held each love letter (Y/n) wrote him with such delicacy.

(Y/n) walked with a pep in his step as he arrived to the school building early, like he’d usually been doing. He’d recently been writing small letters, playground compliments like “I think you look nice today!” or “the way you play volleyball gets me all fired up!” but this was the first time in a while he wrote a good chunk of his feelings out.

At first he thought he would make Ushijima uncomfortable, but after many of his personal notes filled with the most wonderful explanations of his feelings, or rambling about dates he’d like to take him on, he’s grown more comfortable with it. Especially after seeing the teeny tiny, barely noticeable blush tinting his cheeks as he read them.

(Y/n) stopped in front of Ushiwaka’s locker. It was a familiar stop, after cramming in letter after letter inside for about a month or two now. It’s been so long that (Y/n) couldn’t even remember himself.

Just as his hand met with the cold metal locker to slip the note in, two hands slammed down on (Y/n’s) shoulders, effectively scaring him shitless.

“I’ve caught you! Secret admirer-kun!”

“Uwaaaah!”

Tendou made a show of flamboyantly pointing his lanky fingers at (Y/n), bending his back father then (Y/n) knew was possible in the process. (Y/n) jittered, swinging his hands in front of him while stuttering incoherently.

“I-it-its not-! It’s not wh-what it-! T-the letter-I was just-I-!”

“There’s no use for it now, Secret-Admirer (L/n)-kun! You’ve been caught red handed!” Tendou stuck his tongue out heartily while (Y/n) broke into a cold sweat. If Tendou kept yelling the whole damn school would hear him.

“I-I’m not the one leaving notes in Ushijima-kun’s locker! I was just-!”

“Oya? Then how did you know Wakatoshi-kun was gettin’ notes in his locker in the first place?” Tendou eyed him down half jokingly. (Y/n) sputtered.

“More importantly...” Tendou dramatically pointed to the envelope half-sticking out from the slits of Ushijima’s locker. “Whaaaaats that!?”

“That’s-!”

There was no use fighting Tendou on this. (Y/n) deflated, defeated and grasping on to the wall of lockers for support. “Uuuuu...”

“So, Secret Admirer-“

“S-stop calling me that! Just (L/n) is fine-!”

“-Secret Admirer-kun, what made you fancy our lovely Wakatoshi-kun?”

(Y/n) turned around, facing the locker as Tendou smiled his usual, Tendou-grin. (Y/n) didn’t wanna look at Tendou and his stupid knowing smirk.

“He’s just...I dunno, he’s just so-cool...and stuff...and he’s so nice...looking...”

“Ah, such sophisticated words-tell me, do you write all of this down in the letters you give him?”

“Hey!” (Y/n) whipped his head around.

Tendou chuckled, and part of (Y/n) wanted to smack him upside the head. Tendous laughter eventually died down, as he pretended to wipe a tear from his cheek. He looked back at (Y/n), who was blushing profusely and had his arms crossed.

“Phew...haha...” Tendou cleared his throat. He pointed straight at (Y/n). “Now, here’s some ultra wise words from Satori-sama!” He mimicked a fake drum roll on his lap, before pointing at (Y/n) again.

“Ja-jun~! You should Wakatoshi-kun how you feel about him!”

(Y/n’s) heart got stuck in his throat. “A-are you crazy! I could never! I-I’m not...I’m not...I’m scared..”

“Hm? But you’re not scared to write about how much you wanna kiss him alllllllll oveeeeeer-?”

“That’s different!” (Y/n) yelled, more quietly this time. He turned back to the locker, and tipped the rest of the note in sticking out inside the slit. The note disappeared through the gap, just like all of its predecessors. “Like this, I can tell him how much I love him without him knowing it was from me! What if he’s disappointed it’s me and not some other dude?”

“I’m veeeeeery sure he won’t be. But suit yourself, I guess.” Tendou shrugged. He turned around and left, but not before saying,

“But you’d better tell him yourself before he finds out from someone else.”

“Wait-what does that mea-“

(Y/n) looked back, only to find Tendou gone. (Y/n) stood there, perplexed, before dashing off to his own locker, so he wouldn’t be spotted near Ushijima’s.

——

Everyday when (Y/n) went to slip another note into Ushiwaka’s locker, Tendou’s words would ring in his mind.

‘You’d better tell him yourself before he finds out from someone else.’

He knew that. He knew that but he couldn’t stop himself from cowardly slipping notes into Ushijima’s locker, just to run and take cover as he opened them up. And one time he could swear Tendou was looking right at him in his hiding spot when Ushijima was reading one of his letter.

(Y/n) shook the thoughts from his head. That happened 3 days ago, and nothing happened. Tendou was probably just trying to scare him into telling him. Yeah. There’s no way anyone could’ve found out about him being Ushijima’s secret admirer.

He huffed and strode up to Ushijima’s locker, just like he did every time before that. No one was in the hallway. There was no footsteps, at least to (Y/n’s) knowledge, and Tendou wasn’t around with his booming voice. If (Y/n) could hear Tendou coming, chances are Ushijima was not too far behind.

Tendou wasn’t there. (Y/n) was safe. He smiled and rose the letter up to the slot in Ushijima’s locker. He slowly crammed the note in, slowly, slowly until-

Slam!

A large, calloused hand slammed against the locker, making (Y/n) jolt up in surprise. (Y/n’s) heart stopped beating. He felt someone lean against his ear, and then they whispered:

“So Tendou was right. You were the one leaving the letters in my locker.”

“Ushijima-kun-!”

(Y/n) whipped his head around by the speed of lightning, pressing himself against the locker wall as if he’d disappear into it. Stupid fucking Tendou! Of course he’d tell Ushijima!

Ushiwaka didn’t move from his spot in front of (Y/n). His arm outstretched on the wall beside (Y/n) didn’t falter either, making him blush even more. God, he wanted to disappear.

The letter, now hidden crudely behind (Y/n) sweaty back, was being smushed as he tried shrinking in on himself.

“I-I-“ (Y/n’s) mouth ran dry. “It’s not what it looks like-!”

“Hm.” Ushijima’s deep voice manage to startle (Y/n), despite being right infront of him. God, he was close. So close. He’s too close. Oh god, why is he so close?

Ushijima suddenly grabbed (Y/n’s) hand, making him sputter in surprise as Ushijima pulled it out gently. A letter with a red heart sticker on the flap was wedged in between (Y/n’s) shaky, sweaty fingers. Ushijima looked at the envelope, while (Y/n) averted his embarrassed eyes.

“...But it’s exactly what it looks like.”

Words perished in (Y/n’s) throat. If the locker would just open up and swallow him whole, now was the time.

Ushiwaka plucked the note out of (Y/n’s) hands, ignoring the small protests of (Y/n) himself. He tried to grab for the letter, but Ushijima held the envelope high above his head and grabbed at (Y/n’s) shivering wrists. (Y/n) squeaked.

“...why are you trying to grab it back if this letter was meant for me in the first place?” Ushijima looked oblivious to (Y/n’s) embarrassment. (Y/n) croaked. He didn’t even register what Ushiwaka said with how strong and warm his grip on his wrists were.

He didn’t realize Ushijima managed to peel off the heart sticker and fish out the note with his hand until he started reading the letter. His eyes scanned the words, even when (Y/n) quietly squirmed protestingly in his grasp.

“Mm.” Ushijima hummed. (Y/n’s) eyes widened when he realized what he wrote in today’s note.

‘Y’know, I think you’re really cool with how you’re so dedicated to your club. But maybe...one day we could grab a bite to eat after your club activities? Just you and me? And maybe if I’m lucky enough I just might get a kiss from the amazing Ushijima Wakatoshi-kun~’

(Y/n) wanted no more but to die then and there. Ushijima looked at (Y/n) with an unreadable gaze.

“Ah. So it seems in today’s letter, you would like to go out for food and kiss. I am free after club activities today at 6. Are you free at that time or must we reschedule?”

(Y/n) met Ushijima’s state with a confused face. He said nothing-he couldn’t say anything. All he could do was muster up a weak “w-wha..?”

“So...you are not free today...?” Ushijima’s face was normal, but he gave off the same vibe a sad, kicked puppy would. It was sorta cute. (Y/n) waved his hands around frantically in Ushijima’s grasp.

“N-no! That’s not it! I-I’m free! I’m totally free! I just-“

“You just what?” Ushijima cocked his head to the side bluntly. (Y/n) opened his mouth to say something, but let it clamp shut quietly.

(Y/n) averted his gaze. “Well...you don’t think it’s...weird that I was the one leaving you love letters?”

“But I already knew you were a man in the first place.”

“Still!” Ushijima was genuinely confused. (Y/n’s) voice died down a bit.

“Aren’t you...y’know...disappointed?”

Ushijima’s gaze never left (Y/n’s) eyes. “Why would I be disappointed?”

“I’m...w-well...it’s just...”

Ushiwaka placed his free hand on the other side of (Y/n’s) face, effectively trapping him in between his arms. Ushijima’s heavy gaze was too much to bear. (Y/n) instinctively averted his gaze away.

“You still haven’t given me a valid reason to be disappointed.”

“I-“

“You’re lovely, I believe you are very attractive, and you leave nice letters of encouragement in my locker everyday.”

“Wait-“

“I believe we both have feelings for each other. Therefore, I do not see why you are so hesitant on just doing what today’s lovely note said.”

“Ushi-“

“Is this just an excuse to turn me down? Were the letters not your true feelings? Because if so you just have to say so-“

“Ushijima-kun!”

(Y/n) rasped out between his fingers. He was covering his blushing face, and Ushijima didn’t know why until he realized his face was centimeters away from (Y/n’s). If it weren’t for (Y/n’s) hands cupping his face, they’d probably be able to kiss with one push closer.

“P-ple-please s-step back...”

“Oh. Sorry.”

Ushijima moved back, but didn’t quite move his arms from their positions on either side of (Y/n). He blinked. Silence engulfed them both, Ushijima bluntly staring at (Y/n) as he blushed and blushed into his hands.

Ushijima figured he should say something, and even open his mouth to speak when (Y/n) suddenly piped up, bringing his hands down from his face.

“I-I’m free...at 6...”

Ushijima blinked again.

“Ah. Today?”

“Yeah..!”

“Lovely. It is decided then. Will you wait for me at the gym after practice? If not I can pick you up from your dorm room.”

(Y/n) fought the urge to pinch his arm to see if he was dreaming or not. “I-I can meet you at the gym!”

Ushijima smiled gently, and that’s probably the first time (Y/n’s) seen him smile ever. It was so coaxing, relaxed and warm, (Y/n) wanted to take of picture of it and just stare at it for days. Ushijima let his hands fall to his sides. Not before giving a pat to (Y/n’s) head.

“It is decided then. It’s a date.”

(Y/n) had to remind himself to thank Tendou later.

——————

Lowkey this was so fun to write~ why don’t y’all leave some love in the comments because of that~~?

[stormyboi7]

Favorite character you’ve written outside of the Stormy series?

oooh, this is a good question. either ace mcnacho in robotrio, or mark surge and/or von nebula in my hero factory fan series. you’re well aware why i love ace, so i guess i’ll ramble a bit about some hero factory characters for a sec.

when characterizing the hf cast, i sorta played fast and loose with a lot of their personalities for what to keep, and what to make more original— for example, stormer always had a darker side to him, a “too old for this shit” kinda thing, so that’s his character— he’s old, and gruff, and this life has taken a toll on him. he’s lost a lot of people he’s cared about over the years, and watched a lot of people he trusted betray him, so he’s… going through it (i also love stormer quite a bit as well, but that’s another story for another time).

for surge, he always worried about turning evil and betraying the hero factory, and he struggled with his anxiety over this inner darkness he believed existed within him. while my surge doesn’t turn evil, per se, he’s… really not a good person. he’s not actively malicious or cruel or anything, he’s just a really shitty guy. he lies, he cheats, he’s selfish. he hates himself, but this is the only way he knows how to act. he’s very, VERY flawed, and i think it’s why i love him so much— he’s a pretty bad person all things considered, and he’s supposed to be one of the good guys. can someone as flawed as him truly be a hero? it’s a theme explored a lot in my hf series, but it very much defines surge as a character.

as for von nebula, he was… pretty lacking in the personality department, so i just kinda went wild with him. i turned him into one of my favorite villain archetypes, the master planner. the schemer pulling the strings from behind the scenes, always two steps ahead of the heroes. he’s in a very lex luthor-esque position, where he’s the head of some big company or other (von ness incorporated, or simply vn inc.), so he’s completely out of the hero factory’s reach.

but why? why hate the hero factory so much in the first place? how does von ness become von nebula? and that’s where i REALLY went wild. during his time as a hero, von ness was always the smart one. he outsmarted the villains, he made the plans, the counterattacks, everything of the sort. he was a perfectionist, and after so many years, all he started seeing in the hero factory were flaws, among other plot-relevant things i won’t spoil. it didn’t help that one his best friends— alexandra valerian— was tragically killed on a mission, an accident that was partially the hero factory’s fault.

so that drone attack on new stellac city? that wasn’t just some attack, that was orchestrated by von ness. it was the birth of von nebula. in his grief, and rage, he decides the only way to correct these flaws he sees is to destroy the hero factory entirely, because in his eyes, it’s the only way that works. but that creates a problem, because stormer, his best friend, his brother is very decidedly pro-hero factory. he wants to keep that friendship more than anything, but he also wants to burn the hero factory to the ground.

and that’s why he’s so compelling to me— he’s the bad guy, but he still loves and cherishes this friendship he had, and he wants it back more than anything. he doesn’t want to hurt the heroes, either. they’re just bystanders to him, people standing in the way of his goal. it’s the hero factory he hates, not the heroes themselves. he’s a bad guy, but he’s not necessarily a villain. like surge, he’s very, very flawed. he has a point, the hero factory does have flaws, but he goes about fixing them the completely wrong way. he’s very flawed, and very complex, and honestly one of my favorite villains i’ve ever written, and i hope this explanation did him justice lol.

anywho, that is all. this got a bit away from me, but i hope that answers your question. surge and nebula both mean a lot to me, and it’s hard to choose one over the other.

i would rant about ace too, but then i would spoil all of season 2, and i don’t really want to do that right now. that, and this is already long enough.

thanks for reading.

[star-killer-md]

Actus Reus, Mens Rea

@contesa-lui-alucard asked:

Hey hey happy sleepover my friend!! If it’s alright with you, I have two prompts from the Smut list that I’d love to see you combine for... mob Kylo and lawyer reader! Oh snap!! 15 & 37, if you please. If not, no worries, I still hope you have an awesome sleepover 😁 (“Make it hurt, baby.” + “Lay back and touch yourself. I want to watch.”)

Anon asked:

hello, may i request clingy/possessive kylo,, thank you

Thank you lovlies for your requests and sorry from the bottom of my depressed ass heart that it took me so fucking long. Anyway here ya go, hope you enjoy some mobster Kylo deliciousness. I’m so excited you liked him Contesa, and I hope you’re into it as well too nonny! Sorry it got long, I truly have no control over that. 

And thank you so much to @sacklersdoll for reading over this for me!

Word Count: 4.4k

Warnings: Angst (its me), Smut (its me), mentions of predator/prey dynamic (mostly as metaphor), possessive Kylo Ren, semi-public sex, no pronouns for the reader by they are afab, dominant Kylo Ren, some brat vibes, Kylo Ren is not nice, allusions to guns, some sorta stalking behavior

Ship: Mob Boss!Kylo Ren x Lawyer!Reader

Summary: You’ve started to take on some pro bono clients as a favor to a friend and Kylo Ren is Not A Fan�� of all the attention this guy has been paying you. After a few months of consulting on the side, you’re beginning to wonder if life working for a mob boss is something you’re really cut out for. Though you quickly learn that you very well may have passed the point of no return when Kylo shows up at your office to remind you just who exactly you work for. 

“I really can’t thank you enough.”

You shook the woman’s hands and returned her smile. Her son stayed quiet, looking at the ground, but mumbled his thanks as well. He was a good kid. Just pissed off the wrong neighbor. One of those ‘get off my lawn,’ ‘good ole American dream’ types who thought welfare was a sign of the devil, and had it out for everyone in the lower tax brackets. 

“Really, it’s no problem,” you walked them to the door, leaving her your business card. “I’ll see you both at the courthouse on Monday.” 

Evan was waiting in your office when you returned. His patent leather shoes rested precariously on the corner of your desk and you knocked them off with a huff. 

“See you’ve made yourself at home,” you said, crossing your arms and staring down at him in your chair. 

He shrugged and stood under your scrutiny, moving around to take the seat across from you. Evan Goodman was an old friend from undergrad. You often got the impression he was still that same cocky frat boy in the head. Still flashed the ‘my daddy has more money than you’ smile on occasion when he really wanted to get under your skin. With his slicked back hair, unnervingly straight teeth, and his annoying prosperity despite never putting in much effort it was somewhat shocking the two still spoke. He was simply not the type of person who had ever needed to try. Success came naturally to him, and much to your dismay.

“What can I say? You’re a very gracious host,” he mused and leaned forward on the desk. “So, how did it go?”

You sighed, “They’ll be alright, might get saddled with a fine but the charges aren’t that serious.” 

“Good, Rosa’s an old friend. I would have helped her out myself, but not really my deal ya know?”

“Yeah, Mr. Tax Attorney, I get it.” 

Evan was kind of a dick, but he was also the kind of friend who would sit on the bathroom floor with you, hold your hair back and sing horrendous parody versions of ABBA no matter who heard. So you couldn’t hate him entirely. That also meant that when he came to you with cases like this, a favor for a friend or whatever the situation may be, you had a hard time refusing. 

It was also a convenient front for you not-so-legal legal work you’d been invested in for the past few months.

“Seriously, I know I’ve been asking a lot of you recently,” he flashed you that god awful grin and kicked his feet up again. “You can tell me to fuck off if it’s too much.” 

He had been coming to you for pro bono work with increasing frequency, especially over the past month or so, but again, you didn’t wholly mind it. You went into this kind of work for a reason. Though, you were starting to get the feeling that a certain, brooding, less than lawfully abiding businessman did not feel the same. 

Kylo Ren dealt frequently with the shady, black market underbelly of capitalist society, but you were less accustomed to his world and not completely ready to throw yourself to the hounds just yet.

You had already missed more than a few meetings and canceled on dinner tonight to meet with Rosa. To be fair, it wasn’t as if he’d made any indication this ill-defined whatever-it-was going on between the two of you was anything serious. And you were only his consultant, for now, so this took precedent anyway. At least that’s what you tried to convince yourself of. Definitely not a way to avoid thinking about fucking your boss who also happened to be in with the mob. 

Definitely not.  

“I wouldn’t have agreed to help if I couldn’t manage it,” you yawned softly and stood to collect your things. 

It was late and you were beginning to fantasize about how soft and warm your sheets would be. If you got back in time you could pop them in the dryer and get in an episode or two before bed. 

“Hey, let me at least buy you dinner or something since I kept you out so late,” Evan parked his skinny frame in your path to the doorway. 

“You’re going to apologize for keeping me out late, by keeping me out even later?”

“Do you want free food or not?”

Pursing your lips, you stared at him for a few moments. He really did know all your weaknesses. You had skipped out on meeting with Mr. Ren—or Kylo or sir or whatever the hell you were supposed to call him now—already tonight, however, Evan was sure to take you somewhere nice and it wouldn’t be so morally repugnant if it was just as a ‘thank you….’

“Okay, fine,” you conceded and let him lead you out to the parking garage, locking the office up behind you. 

***

The next morning you stumbled past reception in a haze. Both from lack of sleep, and the bitingly cold winds battering your building despite the neighboring high rises blocking the brunt of the gale. The young woman at the desk informed you tersely that a Mr. Goodman was already waiting for you in your office and that you should really get here on time if you were expecting clients this early. 

You agreed that, yes you probably should but, you know, “trains and all that mess,” and tried not to judge her too harshly. After all, she was the barrier between you and the hundreds of calls this place received daily. 

Before slipping through the door with your name plate, you hung your coat on the rack and switched your phone on. It’d died on you last night amidst the allure of fancy, late night dinner and your sleep deprivation riddled brain had not cared enough to plug it in before bed. Fuck Amazon, but thank god for its speedy delivery of portable charges. 

You chewed your lip as the lock screen came to life. One missed call and a text. Both, of course from the most anxiety inducing sender, Kylo Ren. Because why would it be anyone else? His name menacing even typed out in standard black font. 

The text read:

Meet me at 8am.

It was very much like him—a command with punctuation and absolutely no details. The message receipt showed it was sent two hours ago, and it was already half past eight. Shit. Your fingers shook as you pulled up his contact and called. Every interaction left you coursing with adrenaline. Even now, miles away listening to the dial tone was nerve-wracking. Your heart pounded, hands slick in their grip on your phone. Maybe it was because you were never sure where you stood with him. Maybe it was because he was handsome and he knew it. Strong and he knew it. Intimidating and mysterious and closer in some ways to a Greek god than a man. He was all encompassing, and filled every available space in any room he occupied. 

Sometimes you thought you might choke on his presence. 

It rang once, twice, three times before cutting out completely. You stared down at the blank screen, biting your lip and shooting off a quick text. You were sorry, something important had come up, you would meet him the second it was convenient. 

Evan slapped you heartily on the back when you came into the room. He was holding a bouquet of flowers, evergreen with small white blossoms. 

“So, how many hours did you manage last night?” he asked, smiling his shit eating smile and seemingly unaffected despite the fact that he had to be running on just as little sleep as you.  

“I’m not even sure at this point,” you groaned as you tossed your bags down behind the little metal desk. “Time ceases to exist when you take trains past midnight.”

“Fair enough. Hey look,” Evan waved the greenery in your face, “courtesy of Rosa’s shop. She insisted I bring you something as thanks. I figured you could put them out in the front or something to brighten things up.” 

“They’re lovely. Please tell me you’re only here as a glorified delivery boy.”

His shoulders slumped at your lack of amusement, but before he could quip back the landline in your office rang. You answered, holding a finger towards Evan and leaning against the edge of the desk. It was the receptionist, Jess was her name? Maybe? You could never remember, someone else always addressed the holiday gift cards anyway. 

“There’s someone here to see you at the front desk,” she clipped, almost more exasperated than before. 

You told her you’d be right there and hung up. Evan grabbed his coat as you headed out, holding the door for you and following into the hall. 

“I’ll leave you to it if you’re busy, but give me a call after Monday and tell me how it goes,” he continued rambling as you came out into the front.

You had a smart comeback prepared, something about how simple the case was, he should have more faith in you, he was the reason you were busy in the first place, etc…but every word turned to ashes on your tongue when you saw him. 

Kylo Ren, standing right there at the desk and glaring at your receptionist. His suit was dark blue and ironed to perfection. Each leg was creased perfectly down the front and the jacket sat flawlessly on his wide set shoulders. He was a wall of unimaginably expensive fabric and what looked concerning like barely contained rage. You could see it in the twitch of his eye, the set of his jaw, and in the way his gaze landed on you the second you walked in. 

The way a predator immediately hones in on its prey. 

You froze just feet from him in the lobby, floundering like a fish on a hook. 

Evan, for his part, seemed not to notice the tension at all and continued to say his long winded goodbyes, placing the flowers in your hands and completely unaware of the slow, measured tightening of Kylo’s massive hands into fists at his side. 

“I’m free on Monday evening so we should—” 

“She’ll be busy.” 

Evan frowned, turning to face the man standing before him, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me,” Kylo’s voice was a dark thing, low and rumbling, “She will be otherwise occupied.” 

His words were punctuated by a step towards you, one paw of a hand easily gripping your entire jaw. Lucky he did too, otherwise it would have dropped straight to the floor when he shot one last cobra strike glare in Evan’s direction, and pressed his mouth to yours. Right there. In the lobby. For everyone to see.  

The absolute bastard.

His lips were pillow plump and softer than the silk lining of his suit—and even through the surge of shock and embarrassment and more than a touch of anger—you felt your heart throb at the way he licked into your mouth. 

The flowers tumbled from your hands onto the floor as everything in you went limp under his touch. This was nowhere near the first time you’d tasted him, but it was like this every time. Like drinking ambrosia. An otherworldly experience. 

But that didn’t stop the sharp pain of his crushing grip on your arm, the way he nearly lifted your feet off the floor when he pulled away to drag along behind him. You could hear Evan spluttering in the hall behind you, the receptionist going back to clacking at her keyboard as if nothing had happened. 

When Kylo opened your office door he just about threw you inside. You tripped as he tipped you in, stumbling and catching yourself on the edge of your desk. The power behind his hand alone was undeniable. You shuddered at the thought of the array of purple fingerprints he would leave behind. It made your mouth dry and your heart sink. Confusing and delicious. 

And left you seething nonetheless. 

“What the fuck was that?!” you were not calm, so you didn’t attempt any semblance of it. 

“You didn’t answer me,” he said, level as he always was. 

The quiet before the storm and all that. 

“About the meeting? I tried to call, my phone died—”

“Because you were out catching trains at all hours of the night, I’m aware.” 

You paused, glaring at the wall of muscle between you and the door, “How did you know that?”

“So you’re not denying it?”

Kylo stalked towards you like a beast in his tailored suit and polished leather shoes like talons. You could hear your heartbeat, hear the blood rushing in your ears. Just like a rabbit in the sightline of a hawk, you were clearly being hunted. 

“Why would I deny something I’m not trying to hide?” your voice came out horse as he caged you between the desk and his chest, arms on either side to block any route of escape. 

“No you are certainly not adept at subtlety,” he said and you couldn’t take your eyes off the way his tongue moved behind his teeth. “This is the fifth time that idiot in the hall has distracted you from work.”

“That’s not an answer,” you tried to spit the words but his eyes were boring into you. The honey of them spilled down your spine and made you shiver. “How did you know? You are not entitled to any information pertaining to my personal life, regardless.” 

“Watch your mouth,” he growled. “Entitlement has no part in this.”

You were entering dangerous territory, though stopping curiously did not occur to you.

“I don’t think you have the right to be throwing out commands right now, not after that display.”

“Have you forgotten who you work for?” Kylo hissed at you, hands wrapped around the metal of your desk so hard you thought it might warp under his fingers. 

“Of course not,” you desperately tried to keep your voice down lest anyone get even more a spectacle. 

“Then what is this?” one hand left the desk and pulled a phone from inside his jacket. 

The screen lit up, and you looked in horror at pictures of yourself. Pictures of yourself from last night. Pictures of yourself from last night at dinner with Evan, interspersed with shots of you crossing the street, waiting on the train platform, and stumbling back into your apartment. Each was clearer than you’d expected, presumably from some insanely expensive surveillance equipment. You had been out for hours, and you had been watched the whole time. 

You narrowed your eyes, flicking back and forth between Kylo’s face—the graceful bridge of his nose pointed down at you—and gaped. 

“You had me followed…” you breathed the words into the slowly shrinking space between your bodies. 

He simply nodded, as if, somehow, you were foolish for not having considered this before. Perhaps you were. Perhaps you had no idea what you had gotten yourself into. Perhaps you had signed on for much more than a paycheck when you agreed to work for Kylo Ren. 

“I can’t have my employees getting distracted.”

Kylo slowly drifted ever closer, shoulders bent so he was eye level with you. He pressed further into the desk, pinning you between his body and the hard surface that bit into your ass. Something long and thick and hard nudged your thigh. 

“I don’t know why you though having me followed was necessary—” 

“You’re an arrogant little slut who needs to be reminded of your priorities,” his hand snatched your leg and wrenched it open so he could stand between them, “ I am not something you do on the side.” 

You could hear the way his teeth grit out the words, the way they formed as a growl deep in his beast’s throat. The hand still settled on the desk, skimmed up your hip and chest, his fingers 

biting into your jaw. 

“Do you understand me?”

Your lips were shut tight in a thin line, eyes wide and staring up like the prey you were. The silence only provoked him more. Snarling, two thick fingers wrenched your mouth open, pressing hard on your tongue and making you gag around them. 

“Answer.” 

Kylo Ren almost always spoke in commands. Having power did that to people, and rarely did it ever compel you, but his words sunk deep into your bones. Dredged up some dark, instinctual need to obey. To submit to this show of control. 

“Yes,” you mumbled around his fingers in your mouth, drool slipping past your lips when they moved. 

“Yes, what?” 

“Yes, sir.” 

You watched him suck his teeth, grabbing your face tighter and dragging you close so he could spit directly into your open mouth. He slammed your jaw shut, nearly taking off the tip of your tongue and hissed into your ear. 

“Swallow.” 

Again, you did without a thought. And it was disgusting, but invigorating, sent off some spark in your stomach with how easily he bent your body to his will. There was no man like him, you decided. And maybe this was simply because Kylo Ren was not a man. That term alone would never do him justice. 

In one shockingly smooth motion, you found yourself flat on your back, ass hanging off the edge of the desk with his hands on your hips. He ground himself against you, the throbbing of his cock evident even through the layers of clothing. That feeling on its own had you soaked through, thighs sticking with liquid excitement. 

“Remember who you work for,” he growled into your neck, licking a long stripe up your throat and sucking at the exposed skin. 

But it was very clear to you what he really meant. 

Remember who you belong to. 

You slapped a hand over your mouth as he bit down on the skin just above your shoulder, laving his tongue over the stinging flesh. Kylo pulled back, frowning down at you and yanking the hand away from your face. One held both your wrists in a vice lock while the other ripped your panties straight down your legs and left the dripping fabric discarded on the carpet. 

“No, they’re going to hear you,” he grunted, and pulled one of your hands down, pressing it to your slit and running your fingers through your slick. “Go on, touch your fucking pussy and let them know what a little whore you are for me.” 

It was something about his voice. Something in the way it left him, its timbre, its wonder, unquestioning. You could never refuse him. 

So, with a small nod you parted your folds, head resting on a stack of files as you drew slow circles around your clit with a shaky hand. His eyes never left your cunt, tracing the movement of your finger and the trail of wetness that seeped from you to the desktop. Softly, you gasped as the familiar placement of your fingers made you clench and arch up. Kylo’s rubbed small circles into your inner thighs with his thumbs, kneading the flesh there. 

When the spark was there, the lovely pulsing in your nerves alight, you dipped down, teasing and slipping inside, grinding down as best you could on your hand. It wasn’t enough, but nothing ever was since you’d been ripped open on Kylo’s cock. 

Evidently he did not find your work sufficient either. 

Another finger joined yours, stroking your lips and circling your entrance. His touch made you whine, the promise of hands that were not your own never ceasing to illicit a new gush of pleasure. 

“I said,” he murmured, his touch so terribly feather light. “Let them hear you.” 

He was like a gunshot, sudden and forceful and almost instantly had you screaming. Kylo slammed his fingers into you, so full and so deep, curling hard against that lovely spot inside. 

“Kylo, god, please—” you moaned long and low, your face burning with the knowledge that the walls were barely thick enough to keep your phone calls private, much less the shameful noises he pulled from you. 

“What was that?” he panted, adding another finger and pumping them deep into your cunt. “You can do better.” 

Your teeth dug so hard into your lip you thought it might bleed, but you couldn’t take much more. The ledge was approaching—Kylo Ren knew it—and he was determined to push you straight into the fire. 

You choked when his deliciously thick fingers were ripped from you, walls fluttering around the awful emptiness. Your head lolled back as you listened to him work the buckle of his belt and slacks open, and when you did glance down your mouth watered at the sight. Kylo—impossibly long cock throbbing in his hand—stood between your legs, stroking himself from root to tip. You watched little pearls of precum bead at the head while his thumb swiped across to smear them along his length. 

“You are insane,” you hissed through gritted teeth. 

Did you need to keep this position? No, technically you would be more than well off on the salary Mr. Ren so graciously provided. However, you could not mentally deal with being terminated for getting dicked in your office during work hours. 

Kylo smirked, the edge of his perfect cupid’s bow cocked back and aimed straight at your chest. Without warning, he sunk into you, straight to the hilt and threw his head back as you sobbed with the sharp sting of being split in two on his cock. 

“This is what you do,” he growled into your ear, hands on either side of your head as he worked his length back out only to pound into you again. “You work for me and you take my cock and don’t ever fucking forget that.”  

Your legs were wound so tightly around his waist that had he been any other man, his ribs would have cracked under the pressure. His hair, falling in black, satin waves, was gorgeous even in the sterile office lighting. You threaded your fingers into it at the roots and held him while your body rocked against the desk. It’s metal surface pinched at your sink and made your back ache, though that was nothing compared to the burn of Kylo’s thrusts, sliding against your walls. You felt him in your throat. You always did. That was simply the way things were with him. He filled you painfully, thoroughly, took over all of your senses until it was just him. 

And, strangely, it was the most alive you’d ever felt. 

He was unlike anyone you’d ever known.

You couldn’t scream for him, but you could still let him taste the desperation, the willingness in your body to mold against him. So you kissed him, dragged him by the hair to meet your lips and licked past his teeth, gasping and moaning on his tongue as you sucked it hard and cried into his mouth. 

And he drank you down, picking up a punishing rhythm and breaking blood vessels where his hands gripped your hips. One drifted lower, thumb pressing down hard on your clit as your cunt clenched around his length. The desk was lifting off the ground with every thrust, the room filled with the wet sounds of your bodies and you were quickly melting under him. 

Warmth was spreading, growing, building out from your pussy, igniting in your veins. He was right. This is what you did. This is what he did to you. This toe curling, lip biting, bone shattering kind of pleasure. 

Oh you were so royally fucked. 

“I—oh shit—Kylo I’m,” you pulled back just enough to pant out a warning before the wave took you. 

So hot, it washed over your skin and made your legs shake and your hands leave his hair to dig your nails into his chest through the crisp white button down he wore. 

“Feel that?” he grunted as you convulsed and shuddered under him, “Feel how this pussy was made for me.” 

You nodded, buried your face in his neck and held on as he worked you through your climax and straight into his own. Once, twice he ground his cock deep in you, feeling how tight you were around him until he was spent and spilling hot, thick ropes of cum that coated your walls and dripped out around his length. 

He panted, lazily rolling his hips, fucking you slowly until finally, he came to a halt with his softening cock still sheathed inside you. Seconds past, or maybe hours, you couldn’t tell. Kylo tended to have that effect on you. Time slipped away so easily in his presence, like there was never enough of it. 

When he did pull away, you stayed with your back firmly planted amidst the mess of scattered paperwork and manila envelopes. He rose to his full, towering height and tucked himself away, straightening the wrinkles in his suit and eyeing you only once from the side. You admired his profile, you never understood until now what the meaning of the word “regal” truly was. 

Under the dictionary definition, his picture surely would be there, staring at you down the bridge of his marble carved nose. 

You sat up on your elbows as he stalked towards the door. 

“Was that all you came for?”

Kylo paused, broad back still facing you and leaving the room feeling irrevocably empty with just the intention of his absence. 

“We’ll reschedule for five tonight,” he said, filling the door frame completely. “Don’t be late.” 

The door clicked shut behind him and the sound of it made you collapse back onto the desktop. You laid there for a moment, leaking your combined spend and aching. The throb of him settled in your muscles and festered. But the worst part was the other ache, the pain of being without. And maybe you had been a bit avoidant. Maybe this work really was so you didn’t have to see him. Because if you saw him you’d end up fucking him—which was fine, which was good, which was great actually—but then he would leave. And you couldn’t decide which wanting was worse. The wanting before or the wanting after. 

Maybe it didn’t matter. 

You had more important things to think about anyway. Like securing the receptionist an incredibly large holiday bonus, assuming you still had a job here at the end of the day. 

Maybe that didn’t matter either. 

It might be high time you made a commitment to whatever the hell kind of mess you’d stumbled into. Kylo Ren was an enigma in the best kind of way. Maybe you should stop running from it. 

[sasuhinasno1fan]

Proof of your sunny smile -Adrien AUG-reste Day 12

As my last submission for @adrienaugust and to celebrate the @lukadrienvault discord reopening, I wrote a fic on one of the AUs we came up with Yu-Gi-Oh au, with King of Games!Luka and CEO!Adrien, except he’s only like Kaiba with people he doesn’t repect. Anyway, this was this random headcannon I came up with turned story, so I hope you enjoy. Photographs

Adrien yawned. He was beyond tired. Trying to create a Duel Disk and plan a duelling tournament, one that way more elaborate than Duellist Kingdom, not to mention the dreams he’d been having took so much out of him. Adrien wasn’t the type to just hear an order and go follow it. He’d raise an eyebrow and ask the person if they wanted to try that statement again. But after seeing that Miraculous on TV while they talked about the new Egyptian display at the Louver, Adrien had to find them. with a new card and instructions, Adrien snapped to it, working to find the other holders of these God cards. Also realising that skilled Duellist has Miraculous with them, it made sense to invite the top duellist to participate. He hadn’t thought about how much work went into it though. His other tournaments were never this hard to pull off.

He’d been close to falling asleep at his desk when Luka called. Well, Sass actually. The spirit of the Snake Miraculous always spoke with a lower register in Luka’s voice. He’d asked if they could meet and it wasn’t until they hung up, Adrien realised he hadn’t told any of the other holders about this strange person and the God card he now had. He knew he should of. The hieroglyphic picture had Plagg and two others on it, two others who had to be Sass and Tikki. With Sass’ limited memory, they were all looking for answers.

So here he was, sitting in the back of one of his cars, waiting for Sass to show up. He wondered what Luka thought about Sass borrowing his body for the day as he pulled his overcoat off his shoulders. He’d put his usually white trench coat to the side for today after Rose insisted on dressing him. He probably should have said no to the sleeveless black shirt with ankh on it, since it was small and tended to ride up, but with him winning the fight for white slacks and black dress shoes, Rose hadn’t given up. He was sure Sass would enjoy it. Plagg hadn’t given him any comment, which was odd. It wasn’t like him to be so silent.

“Sir.” His driver called. “he’s arrived.”

Looking out the window, he saw Sass pull up on Luka’s bike. Or maybe that was Luka, he was so protective of his bike. While Adrien felt uncomfortable with his stomach on show, Luka clearly didn’t mind with his asymmetrically ripped shirt. The leather jacket was different from his normal one he wore when not chilling in his school uniform, but it looked innocent when compared to the cross garter traveling up one leg. Adrien wasn’t afraid to admit Luka was good-looking. Even though he wore enough leather and dark colours for people to consider him a goth, he was still one of the kindest people Adrien ever met. The green bracelet shone brightly against the black wristbands on his outfit.

“I’ll call you when we’re done.” He said, climbing out of the car, phone in one hand, his coat in the other. As he climbed up the steps, he realised that Luka or Sass seemed to be arguing with the other. Luka’s eyes were their normal blue – they were usually teal green when Sass was in charge – and he seemed annoyed, even taking to speak directly to the Snake Miraculous. “Everything ok?”

“Adrien?” Luka sounded confused at the sight of him.

“Hey.”

“Sass called you last night?”

Nodding his head and surprised that Sass had kept Luka in the dark about it – as far as he knew, they only ever did that against Myura – Adrien replied, “He called me last night and asked if we could meet up. I take it you didn’t know?”

“No, he just asked if he could have control for a little while, bugged me for advice for dressing up and then drove my bike over here. Though, that explains why he asked me to check something in his Soul Room last night by myself. He doesn’t like me doing that with all the traps he has.”

“Oh.” That was odd. Sass wasn’t devious by nature. “Um, well I guess this works out. I need to tell you about something. Have been for a while but I’ve been really busy.”

“So Rose says.” At his raised eyebrow, Luka explained. “Your sister came by the hospital to hang out with Juleka and she mentioned you’ve been really busy. Making a Duelling Disk? Don’t you already have one?”

“This one is better and will actually be for sale. No more only having four cards out and using and extra device to make the holograms. Well sorta, this device will place the hologram makers out for you and you’re not limited to the 5 cards and having to hide behind the cards. Since I made that to deal with Myura, I took it out so you hold your cards in the hand with the Disk and play with the other. It also gets rid of the extra rules made by the prototype and works like a normal duelling field. It’ll shuffle your cards for you, the attacks of duel monsters look more real. And I’ve also made it compatible for duelling arenas and-” Adrien cut himself off when he realised, he was rambling and Luka was smiling at him. “What?”

“Nothing. Sounds like you’ve been busy. Why the sudden urge to work though? I thought you said after that virtual reality event, you’d take it easy.”

“I was gonna, but then a news report changed everything.”

After Luka let him sit on his bike, leaning against it as well, Adrien explained everything, about meeting the Cesear person, who had a Miraculous, the things in the new Egyptian exhibit that had Sass, Plagg and Tikki featured front and centre and the God card he’d been given, how it nearly overloaded the system when played. As if more powerful than just life points. How he was told that others had these God cards and Adrien’s own hypothesis about strong duellist having a Miraculous.

“So you’ve been planning this whole event?”

“Basically we get the God cards in one place and then we can find out more about Sass’ past. It’s a long shot and placing a lot on one thing, but if these cards, if these people are connected, how can I not? Maybe if we go to the museum, we can find them.” he thought out loud, mind already going a mile a minute.

“Adrien, have you gotten much sleep lately?” Luka asked randomly.

“Sort of. A lot of late nights, but I’m used to that.”

“Ok, off.” Luke ordered, pulling his extra helmet out. “Put this on. We’re going down to the arcades.”

“Arcades? Why? I thought we were going to the museum.”

“Because now I know why Sass planned this. Adrien, you’ve been over working yourself. I want to find out more about Sass too but not at this expense. So we’re going to the arcade so you can easily beat the games, maybe duel a couple of kids and you’re going to relax. Then maybe, we can go to the museum.”

Adrien opened his mouth to argue, but Luka gave him that look at told him to try arguing. He gave that look to Juleka and his friends and even though Adrien was used to giving that look to Rose, he was not enjoying being on the receiving end of it. God knows Luka had more than enough practise with it.

“Fine.”

“Good. Now put your helmet on. I like your shirt by the way. Very fitting.”

“You can thank Rose. She thought Sass might like it.”

Luka’s lip twitched. “He does.”

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Adrien probably should feel bad about the crying kid in front of him, but seeing how they insulted him for the duration of the duel plus 10 minutes before, since Adrien didn’t love being insulted without reason, he didn’t feel too bad. Plus Luka seemed to be hiding his laughter, so he felt justified.

“How long was that? 20 minutes?” Adrien asked, scooping up his cards.

“17 but close enough. I’m surprised you didn’t insult him back when you played Chat Noir.”

“Please, could have beaten him without Chat Noir.” Adrien said, looking at his ace card and checking to see if it been bent when he threw it down, ready to end the duel. “God, I hope the duellist at Battle City are better than this.”

“So you’ll be competing? That mean I get a chance to go up against you?”

“As long as you’re willing to part with your Viperion. I’ll have nothing to risk so I won’t be pulling any tricks like last time.”

He didn’t love that he’d threatened Luka with falling off that ledge the last time the duelled, but he needed to get inside the castle to get his sister and nothing would stop him.

“Looking forward to it. Maybe Rose can stay with Juleka. Her surgery is coming up soon.”

“I planned on having Rose on security but I’m sure she’ll leave a few times to check up on her. What are looking forward to most after her surgery?” Adrien asked as he put his cards away and they strolled through the arcade.

“I guess knowing she’s not going blind is one thing. taking pictures for another. She has this thing against being photographed. Said she didn’t want to see herself when she was gonna forget what she looked like soon enough. I’ve had to stop myself from just filling her room with all the pictures of us, scared she’d forget what I looked like if she didn’t get the surgery. Now all I want to do is take tons of pictures so she can see herself getting better.”

The blonde CEO smiled to himself at all the plans the King of Games had for his sister when he saw a photobooth and thought of an idea.

“How about we take some now?” he asked, pointing to the photobooth. He let out a squeak when Luka grabbed his arm and pulled him towards it. “Didn’t know you’d be so excited.”

“I feel like I’ve never seen you smile in pictures. All those interview pics you have make you seem so serious. Rose has like one photo on her phone of you smiling.”

“I smile all the time.”

“But now I’ll have proof of it.”

Adrien rolled his eye but didn’t say anything as he sat on the bench and let Luka choose the boarder.

“Ok,” Luka said, tossing his arm over Adrien’s shoulder, “now give us a big smile!” he asked, pinching Adrien’s cheek.

The flash went off before Adrien could pull his hand off, though he got him back by messing with his hair in the next picture. They came to a truce by the third picture and for the fourth, they both gave the camera big smiles.

Adrien enjoyed writing King of Games over Luka’s head in each picture while the said King painted cat ears over his blonde hair.

“Can’t let everyone forget your ace card.”

“I don’t think they possibly could, seeing how I bought rights to it from Myura to be able to use it in pretty much all my advertising.” Adrien said, picking up the printed pictures and handing it to Luka to cut the copies apart. “I hope you don’t use all those pictures for Juleka.”

“I don’t know, I like the last one. I might keep it for myself.”

Adrien shook his head, leading them to leave the arcade. “Thanks by the way. It feels like my mind has been going a mile a minute. The idea that we can actually get more information is exciting but I’m really starting to question if doing all this is worth it. I mean, what are we having to prove to get answers?”

“I don’t know why they want you to do this, but you’ve got me and the rest of the group to do whatever it takes to get answers. He’s being annoyingly silent right now, but I know Sass appreciates what you’re doing. How about we head to museum and see if we can’t work that Agreste snark on them?”

“Sounds good.”

[rinisbowen]

Hey, first just wanted to say that I love your blog and your analysis of the show so much! ❤

I was wondering if you had an opinion about Ricky's feelings towards Gina: do you think he knew what she meant in the flashback scene or do you think it all went over his head?

I think alot of people want Ricky to remain oblivious ,so that it can't be said that he deliberately hurt Gina, but I think it would make a much more nuanced and interesting plot if he understood how she felt the whole time, but had no idea how to handle these feelings (especially if he correctly assumed that she never would have confessed to him if she thought she might ever see him again.)

I think alot of his behaviour towards her in season 2 could be read as him trying wayy too hard to imitate the dynamic they had in season 1 to avoid having to talk about the new developments in their relationship (e.g. with all the awkward banter in season 2 episode 3.)

Only thing is I have no way to fit the "if we were dating" comment into this narrative. If he had any inkling of how she felt then that comment was way out of line and would make me dislike Ricky, but based on the rest of the season as a whole I can't think of any explanation for the way he acted towards her other than that he was aware of how she felt.

Hope this ask makes sense, feel like it got a bit rambly! 😊

hi oh my gosh anon you are genuinely the sweetest. thank you for your kind words, and the ask itself. i feel like i'm in an odd place with my thoughts bc things are quite polarized in this fandom and i- sorta try not to be? but i'm thankful you appreciate my thoughts and such :)

(also yes you absolutely made sense, luckily my brain works in a very rambly way- so i think i do get what you mean haha. y'all should see the state of these answers before i cut them down.)

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if you're asking just whether i have an opinion as to whether ricky took gina's confession for what it was- i'm really not sure what i think here.

i 100% understand why ricky not understanding what gina meant by "i wouldn't quit on us" is very appealing to rina shippers especially, along with people who just tend to see the good in ricky as a character. people probably ought to start giving all of these kids the benefit of the doubt a little bit more haha, but that's just me. 

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i don’t know if it all necessarily went over his head, but i think it’s not a bad guess considering his history of being more than a bit oblivious to things in a more general sense. 

i think your idea is really quite interesting, because it doesn’t seem out of line 100% with anything that happened. him trying to protect her from the fallout of something she probably wasn’t planning to do under the circumstances. him internally deciding it was better to just pretend it never happened because he figured that was better for gina. 

and besides, he loves nini, he just got back together with her, so it’s no big deal for him, no sweat off his back. 

i think regardless of whether he understood her confession he didn’t mean to deliberately hurt her, and i don’t think that should be as much of a hot take as it maybe is. 

i think in this context you suggest, ricky’s maybe confused about how he’s supposed to behave with her, like you say about ‘awkward’, because it’s on some levels true that their “friendship” in season 1 was tinged with something beyond that, and how do you not send your friend the wrong message when you very much have a girlfriend but also your friend apparently likes you. but i do think the same behavior can be explained under the “he didn’t get it” circumstance, i’ll just save that for now to avoid this getting too long.

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i know the “if we were dating” is what gets him the most negative energy. i get why, it’s a downright stupid way to phrase it to a girl who likes him. particularly if he’s aware she likes him. 

but does it have to make you (or anyone) dislike him? 

i really don’t think it was that serious for him that it’s worth hating him for. to gina? yes, it’s what allows her the opportunity to set a boundary with him for the first time. that’s a big deal for her character arc! this sorta comes back to a point i make at the end of this post about the rina thing in season 2 not being about ricky. it doesn’t actually matter what he means or what he feels. 

but in a broader context, it’s a mere slip of the tongue. ricky’s just trying to ask her advice on something he’s puzzling over, and he’s using an example. like- he’s not trying to imply a single thing by his words there, as is clear by his little “obviously”. it’s obvious that ricky here is just thinking out loud, he’s just like so put yourself in nini’s shoes. “if we were dating”. for all he knows she’s totally fine giving him advice on nini. she did so freely twice now, without his asking. i get that it’s the wording the fandom gets most angry about, and not the asking as much, though that too a good bit, but- the wording is just that... wording. 

it’s careless not malicious. and yes, that matters if you’re looking at it from a should we hate ricky perspective. the answer to that is firmly no. you’re supposed to be proud of gina for shutting him down, because that’s the right step in her journey, but at the end of the day he’s a dumb teenage boy who has no idea he’s hurting her with his words. (which is true regardless of whether he understood her confession. the way tim’s talked about this has been to say he’s like this oblivious teenage boy who just doesn’t get what he’s doing to you.)

we see everything about this framed from the perspective of gina liking him, but whether he knew she did (and that’s for all he knows she doesn’t anymore since he’s with nini), it doesn’t make him a bad person for asking advice in a way that unintentionally hurts her. we can’t all sit here and pretend to personally have never accidentally phrased something in a bad way and hurt someone’s feelings. 

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i also admittedly don't think it matters a ton whether or not he understood, because the point of the whole thing was solely about gina and not about him. most of the "rin.a arc" in season 2, if not all of it, was entirely about gina. i could get into this perspective another time if anyone wanted me to elaborate, but yeah. just food for thought. what mattered was that to gina, that was a confession, and that he then continued on to act normally.

i tend to think of random things like this while i'm going along trying to answer this stuff, stream of consciousness and all that haha.

[hellsfanatic]

marsylvia :)

words: 695

tags: @naturallesbian @thegaygreaser

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I was cold. My mouth was dry. My throat felt tight. I was starting to imagine a headache. I couldn’t stop thinking about everything I was about to do and everything that could go wrong. Leaf told me what to do—kind of. They said to do what felt right. I don’t know what feels right. I had to figure it out though.

So, I took my last steps to her front door and I knocked. Part of me hoped she wouldn’t answer, that she wouldn’t hear or that she wasn’t home, but the other part was dying to see her. I balled my hands up in my pocket, pressing my fingers against my palm to release some tension.

The door was opening.

There she was. I swallowed hard and hoped with everything I had that she wouldn’t notice how nervous I was. Maybe the smile I put out to her would convince her I was confident in coming over. Probably not. I could feel my lips shaking ever so slightly as they turned up. It probably didn’t look real no matter how happy I really was to see her.

“Sylvia? What’re you doing here?” Marcia asked, brushing some of her hair into place. She must’ve been relaxing before I came. I should’ve waited. But there was no turning back now.

I let out one last deep breath. “Hey Marcia.”

‘Hey Marcia’? Really? She asked a question and I answered ‘Hey Marcia’? Now it was too late to start a new sentence. It’d sound awkward. Shit.

She smiled, trying to fill the time with something other than my nervous stare. “Hi Sylvia.”

“I uh, I wanted to ask you something. Or just talk. We could just talk. Do you wanna talk?”

Christ, how would I talk to her about maybe-sorta-kinda liking her if I couldn’t even ask her to talk?

“Oh, sure,” her voice went higher than before, seeming relieved. She moved to the side of the doorway to let me in. “C’mon.”

I followed her to her bedroom, waiting in the same silence as before. Her door clicked shut behind us.

This is it. This is my chance.

“So?” Marcia turned to me, sitting down on her bed and offering up a seat next to her. I took it. I only took a few glances to her, mostly staring down at my hands that laid in my lap. All she did was wait.

I thought back to everything I’d practiced on the way over. Just be casual. It’d be okay. “Well uh, well I just wanna say it’s totally fine if you don’t wanna talk about this once you find out what it is. I’ll get it. It’s okay.”

She nodded. “Okay.”

How was she so calm?

“I don’t know how you feel about uh, girls. Girls like me. I don’t know. Do you like girls like me?”

Girls like me. That’s a broad term. Of course she’d say yes. She wouldn’t even know I meant like-like girls like me.

“Sure I do, why wouldn’t I?”

I shrugged. “I phrased that wrong. Sorry. Like, y’know, I wanna know if you’d like me. Or girls like me. But I kinda wanted to know if you could like me.” I was rambling. I just hoped she understood.

She was quiet. Too quiet. She was going to say no, wasn’t she?

“I guess so. I mean do you mean liking you? As a little more than us now?”

I nodded.

“Yeah, I could. Just takes the right girl to ask you out.” Marcia smiled, making eye contact.

She could like me. I think she likes me. Does she really like me? I hope so. If she doesn’t I’m about to look really, really dumb.

“Well, Marcia, that’s good to know. Really good to know.” I was going to ask her out. I should’ve. I still had a chance. “So, would you maybe wanna go out? Like on a date? As people who like each other?”

She moved closer. That had to be a good sign. Or maybe she was getting ready to comfort me after she said no. Or maybe it meant nothing. “Sure. I’d love that Sylvia.”

[sheridans-dynamos]

Could you write 88 from the prompts list with Klaus? Btw, I love your style of writing. It’s captivating 🖤🖤🖤

Thank you so much! Here you go, I put a little twist on the prompt, hope you like it!

88. The one stumbling to the other’s front door after getting hurt/beaten up etc.

You tried so hard not to care what Klaus got up to. It wasn't any of your business, really. You didn't have any claim on him, he was only your close friend. But you couldn't help the fact that you were madly in love with him. 

That fact made seeing him flirt with everyone and anyone almost impossible to bear. You had gotten good at pretending it didn't affect you, but tonight, for some reason, it was really getting to you. 

You decided to excuse yourself from the event you were attending when you saw him chatting up a girl, not willing to see how far things would go. 

You groaned in exasperation as you made your way to him. 

He frowned in confusion when you told him you were leaving, as you were the one who had dragged him there in the first place. You claimed having a headache, and quickly made your way out, not giving him the chance to respond.

You let out a deep sigh as the cool night air hit your face. Usually, you'd probably go home and put on a movie, moping over your feelings with a bowl of ice cream. But not tonight.

No, tonight, you decided, you would be taking a page out of Klaus' book. Why was he the only one allowed to get smashed or high over the mildest inconvenience? Well, not anymore. You headed for the nearest bar, intent on drowning your sorrows.

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You were on your- actually, you had no idea how many drinks you'd had. Many. Too many. 

Although, it seemed to be having the opposite effect you desired. The more you drank, the more you thought about Klaus.

Why couldn't he just feel the same way about you? You seemed to be the only person he wasn't attracted to. You knew he loved you, but not in the way you loved him. 

Sure, when you first met him, he was his usual self, and flirty comments were thrown your way aplenty. But not too long after you became close, he just… stopped. Then you began to wonder. What had changed? Did he friendzone you so hard that he couldn't even joke-flirt anymore? 

You shook your head in frustration, trying to get rid of the thoughts that plagued your mind. You had to get over him, that was your only option. This endless pining wasn't sustainable. It hurt too much. Maybe you should just cut him out of your life. But you didn't want to do that. You loved Klaus long before you fell in love with him, and you weren't willing to give him up over this. You'd just have to find a way to move on.

Closure. That's what you needed, closure. You nodded your head in determination as you got up from the stool where you were sat. You swayed on your feet, propping your hand against the bar to steady yourself. "Closure," you mumbled determinedly, making your way outside to call a taxi. 

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The car pulled over in front of Klaus' apartment building, and you thanked the driver, sliding the money to him before getting out and stumbling your way to the door. 

Going up the stairs in your current state was an adventure, but you eventually made it. Although you did trip once or twice and you were pretty sure you'd twisted your ankle. But no pain could keep you from going through with this. 

You took a deep breath to steady yourself before knocking on Klaus' door. Well, "banging" was probably a more appropriate term. 

You had a hand against the doorframe to steady yourself, your left foot slightly lifted to keep your weight off it.

Panic seized you as a horrifying thought hit your foggy mind: what if he was in there with that girl from earlier? 

Maybe you shouldn't have come. Maybe you should've just called instead. Or better yet, waited till you were sober. 

You made to turn around and leave when the door suddenly opened and you were faced with Klaus. 

All the things you wanted to say to him completely left you when you saw his face, and you just gaped at him. 

"Y/N?" he asked hesitantly, looking you up and down. His eyes stayed on the foot you were holding up for a second. "What are you doing here? Are you hurt?"

"Klausss," you slurred cheerily, a grin making its way onto your face, your anger forgotten. You hopped a few steps, falling into him as you both stumbled back into his apartment. 

"Woah there." He chuckled as he caught you. You put your arms around his neck, holding on to him. "Y/N, are you drunk?" he asked, and though you couldn't see it, you knew he had a teasing smile on his face. 

"Nooo," you answered in a very not convincing way.

"Right." He laughed again. You rarely ever drank, let alone get drunk. This was quite the sight. "So, what, you ditched me five minutes after getting to this lame party, only to go get smashed without me?" You pulled away abruptly at the mention of the party, remembering why you were here in the first place. Right, you were mad at him. 

He raised an eyebrow at you, confused by the sudden change of mood. You took a step back from him, hissing at the throbbing pain in your ankle.

Klaus reduced the distance between you, concern written on his face. "What happened to your foot? Here, come sit down, I'll go get some ice." You reluctantly allowed him to lead you to his couch. You sat down and waited for him to come back, debating what you should say to him. 

What had you been thinking? What closure was there to get from this? What could you-

Your thoughts were interrupted by Klaus' prompt return. He hurried through the living room, kneeling in front of you. He gently lifted your leg up onto the coffee table, putting the ice against your ankle. You groaned at the cold, but you had to admit it did help with the pain.

You cringed slightly when Klaus sat down next to you, way too close. You could barely focus when he was close by when sober, drunk you was even worse. 

Klaus looked at you, the amusement had left his face now. Only concern remained. "So, seriously, what's going on? You never do this. This is more… my sort of thing," he said, gesturing at himself. 

You chuckled darkly. "And what sorta thing is that?" You let your head fall back against the couch.

"Getting drunk or high to avoid my problems? Show up on your doorstep a complete mess?" he ventured carefully with a small tentative smile that didn't reach his eyes.

You groaned and closed your eyes. "I don't know why I'm here," you mumbled. "I shouldn't have come."

"Did something happen?" he asked gently. "What's got you all hot and bothered? You know you can tell me anything."

Your head shot back up. "What's got me all-" you cut yourself off, shooting him an incredulous look. "Gee, Klaus, I don't know! Maybe I'm pissed that- no, scratch that, I am pissed that I have to suffer in silence while you get to go around and do whatever you want." You crossed your arms in what must seem an incredibly childish way, but it felt appropriate.

"What are you talking-" he started but you didn't let him finish, getting up and starting to pace, well, more like hop, around. 

"I'm so sick of this! Just when I think I'm finally starting to get over you, you have to go and flirt with someone and make me feel like shit. I can't stand it anymore! I just want to move on, I can't keep feeling like this, it's not healthy…" you rambled on, not exactly conscious of the fact that you had just revealed your most well guarded secret to Klaus.

"Wait. Wait!" Klaus exclaimed, putting a stop to your talking at last. You turned to face him, and saw the expression of shock on his face. He was standing now. "What do you mean 'over me?'" 

You froze, realization hitting you. "I- shit." You brought your hands to your face, rubbing at your eyes, hoping that when you'd open them again, Klaus wouldn't be standing in front of you. 

No luck though. Here he was, staring at you intently, awaiting your response.

You made to turn around and get out of there, but Klaus grabbed your arm to stop you. "Oh no, no way. You can't drop something like that on me and run away right after."

You let out a deep sigh, nodding once in agreement. Seemingly convinced that you weren't gonna try to run again, he let go of your arm, motioning towards the couch. You sat down and braced yourself, closing your eyes and shaking your head slightly, trying to sober up.

You must've stayed silent too long, because Klaus' voice brought you out of your trance. "Y/N, please... talk to me."

You opened your eyes, willing yourself to look at him. You made it this far, there was no going back now.

 "I… I'm in love with you, you idiot! I've been in love with you for so long. I've been trying to move past it, 'cause it's obvious you don't feel the same. I mean, you flirt with everything that moves, and yet with me, nothing! Not even a small innuendo here and there anymore. Clearly the mere idea of us as more than friends repulses you that much.

"Which is fine, really. I mean, it sucks, cause I love you and all, but I get it. I don't blame you. Well, maybe I do a little. But it's not your fault! I just need to stop feeling this way. And I thought I was on my way there, but seeing you earlier with that girl, I just couldn't stand it. So I left. Then I went to a bar and got piss drunk, and somehow came to the conclusion that I needed to come here and confront you about all this. Terrible idea, by the way. Drunk me is an idiot."

You were out of breath after saying so much so fast, but you couldn't take your eyes off Klaus, needing to see his reaction. 

He blinked a few times, processing all you'd just said.

His silence made you regret everything even more and you tried to rise from the couch. "Look, I'm sorry. I know this is a lot, I shouldn't have sprung all this on you. But like I said, drunk me is fucking stupid. So I'm just gonna go, and maybe we can talk tomorrow? If you still want to be friends, that is…"

His hand fell on your leg, freezing you to your spot. "What? No, no, don't go." He shook his head for emphasis. He lifted his hand from your leg, tentatively taking your hand in his own. 

"You really think that I don't flirt with you because you repulse me?" he asked incredulously, and you gave a nod, as if it were the most obvious thing.

He used his other hand to brush a strand of hair out of your face. "Oh, honey." Your eyes widened at the pet name, and he chuckled slightly at your reaction. "You couldn't be further from the truth. I can't think of a single time where I was around you and didn't have at least one, often more, absolutely filthy thought." He wiggled his eyebrows at you. 

You shook your head, not believing him. "Yeah, right. You hit on anyone who's halfway decent looking. And yet haven't made even the slightest inappropriate comment with me in years. Clearly I don't matter that way to you."

"Wow, you really don't get it, do you?" You frowned at this, and he let out a small humorless laugh. "I never hit on you because you matter. So much. You're the only person that's ever mattered. I don't care about those people, that's why I can flirt with them so easily. But with you, it's different. Pretty sure I fell in love with you the moment I first saw you, although I didn't know it then. I never wanted you to think you were just like everyone else to me, so I kept myself in check around you, kept myself from saying every dirty little thing that came through my mind every time I saw you."

You finally allowed a smile to appear on your face as you saw that he was being sincere. The grin he shot your way made your own smile grow and you let out a breathy laugh. "So, what now?" you asked.

He brought your hand to his lips, placing a kiss to each of your knuckles. "Now, my dear-" You smiled at the term. Yes, you could definitely get used to Klaus calling you pet names. "-you get some rest." You pouted, disappointed, and he laughed. "You get some rest," he said again, pressing a kiss to your forehead as he got up from his seat. "And tomorrow, when you're all sobered up. I'm gonna show you all those dirty little things I've been thinking about you." The mischievous grin he gave you made your stomach flutter, and you were suddenly very eager to get to sleep, only for it to be morning faster. 

[bug-ocs]

1, 19, 43, 49, and 50 for oc asks!!

1. Your first OC ever?

audrey!! i had plans to make a rambling video talking about her origins, but it got interrupted and i never finished...her name's changed constantly since i created her but one thing's stayed the same: she's always a short, fiery redhead ghlsdfkjsk emory came from her, but i went back a bit and broke her off to be her own character w/ closer ties to her "roots" or how i first envisioned her.

audrey was basically the self insert for the silly little story i wrote back in middle school and she was, for all intents and purposes, The Blueprint. i have such an affinity for obnoxious, stupid, well-intentioned women and audrey is essentially the manifestation of that lmao. she's kinda your typical shonen protagonist...her personality was influenced by protags like luffy and naruto, very bright and optimistic, if not a little dense.

19. Introduce an OC that means a lot to you (and explain why)

HOO BOY well...without getting too deep i have to say it's danny! i didn't intend for danny's character to end up as a way to project my Mental Illness, but unfortunately he's the one that ended up with that burden, idk why. it might've made more sense in theory if it were emory/audrey but who knows...really what ended up happening was that i THOUGHT i was projecting on emory (and i was!) but i had actually accidentally subconsciously projected a lot of stuff i was working on in therapy onto danny...idk if any of this will necessarily make sense because i haven't written everything yet, but...danny has a lot of traits that i'm self conscious about, and once i realized that, i decided to write him to have a "happy" or "good" ending as just a little way to express some self love, because it wasn't going to originally be that way

i hope this made sense ghldskfjsk it's kinda hard to talk about coherently w/o getting too personal...

43. Do you have any certain type when you create your OCs? Do you tend to favour some certain traits or looks? It's time to confess

LMAO see the first answer...a LOT of my characters sort of branched off from the OG audrey, so i have a TON of short, obnoxious redhead characters that are typically paried with--thanks to the OG dirk--a tall, lanky, depressed bastard. obsessed with duos that look like the number 10, bert and ernie lookin' bitches, a round ball of energy and a scrawny can of depress i LOVE IT I EAT IT UP

i also love big eyebrows....everyone has big dark eyebrows, sorry i don't make the rules (jk i do and everyone's got big eyebrows here)

49. Which of your OCs would most likely enjoy memes

you know, i feel inclined to say emory bc they're really good at making gen-z-style deep fried incomprehensible memes, but it's more out of compulsion now rather than enjoyment. i think rami likes to make very outdated memes a la lolcats and image macros. like he REALLY gets a kick out of it and loves to see what other people make, even if he doesn't get it

50. Give me the good ol' OC talk here. Talk about anything you want.

hmmmm...idk if i ever said this anywhere but i'm starting my emory/danny/etc. story from scratch (feel inclined to call it vice versa w/ some cute subtitle idk yet)! i'm sorta trying to be more intentional with the words i use to describe everything, and i'm even trying to work on a sort of reference booklet on Vices that'll be referred to in the story occasionally. i don't have a ton of stuff down on paper yet but i've got ideas swirlin...might redesign some characters and shift others...i wanna give danny long hair? and i wanna give emory a BIG fuckin coat...no more of this tiny jacket business...they're getting a MASSIVE olive jacket >:^)

[rurifangirl]

oc asks💅💅

kayn🌸

If you had to choose a single object to act as a symbol for your oc, what would it be? Why?

kida🌸

How much has your oc traveled? Why is this? Would they like to travel more? Or are they perfectly fine with staying home?

rui🌸

How competitive is your oc? Is every little task something that they can win, or are they just in competitions for the fun of it? Is there anyone they’re most competitive with?

lyva🌸

What is your oc’s immune system like? Are they invincible to illness, or are they compromised completely from the slightest of dirt?

shou🌸

Does your oc do anything “just for the aesthetic”? Or are they completely practical in everything?

qiran🌸

How would you describe your oc’s voice? Do they have an accent? Do you have any voice claims for them?

naexi🌸

What topics does your oc know the most about? Are these obvious or would these be surprising to others?

evelyn🌸

How easy to annoy is your oc? Do they have common pet-peeves or are they stoic in response to everything? What is their reaction if the source doesn’t stop?

myst🌸

How would you describe your oc’s voice? Do they have an accent? Do you have any voice claims for them?

kerei🌸

What topics does your oc know the most about? Are these obvious or would these be surprising to others?

eris🌸

What is your oc’s vocabulary like? Does it match the way they talk? How would you describe their speech?

syndra🌸

What time of day is your oc most awake? What about most tired? Do they get up at the same time every morning without need of an alarm, or is their sleep schedule all over the place?

Ty for asking em my fave Scp 🤍/j

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Kayn💜-

Many things would work for his symbol tbh, Id say either a dog or a schyte?

There's many things he had great connections w, and for someone like him that cares bout litteraly anything and everything that is around him, It would be hard to settle down onto a specifical one.

Writing this, I feel like he'd choose a schyte, cus even though that's probably the least pratical thing he's good in, it's still a part of his character that Is sorta overlooked and probably gotta work on so-

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Kida💮-

She went into far more missions than Kayn ever did, and she did visit many places, other than sometimes resting in South Italy that Is.

She's mainly been used for abroad missions too, until the whole Japan thing started and she had to return back, and even if she stayed lil time there, she has a pin collection of every place, and occasionally shows it to close friends, and did It w Kayn after they got time to get along.

She also got the first pin, which her husband bought for her since she spent almost everything, and that does bring her some nostalgia bout It, in the good and in the bad.

Sometimes when she gets drunk, she'll start ramble bout every single embarassing moment she had there like it's nothin. And even when she'll wake up, Kida wouldn't do anythin to deny It.

Just, proudly stating that she did It.

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Rui💎-

They're mostly chill, kinda in everything, until it gets onto their interests.

They don't really care about being the best in a random task, like if that would change the world of something, but if that meant the safety/getting more gems, then oh boy, ya got the perfect contestant for ya.

But if they could be competitive w anyone, It would be with Naexi.

They just can't even pin point way, it just, is.

And also if you'd tell them that they had to kill someone for gettin a diamond, they'll do It. That's how far and competitive they'd get for It. So in that case, absolutely.

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Lyva📙-

She suffers normally of a morning sickness, and has to take some medication to treat some sounds she had even before getting into the gang, but other than that, she's pretty healthy.

I mean, both compared to the rest of the cast and ignoring some eating problems she had to get through of, but currently, she's doing just fine.

But she does have an allergy for some flowers, so during spring she has kinda an hard time alone.

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Shou🍵-

Like, yeah he does have many traditional outfits, but that's mainly because he's more tied up to his family traditions that, even if they hurt him in the past, he can't let go of.

But, those do look good and he likes wearing these kinds of outfits, so it's fifty fifty.

Though it's safe to say that, the outfit he wears normally isn't really practical, considering in which events he gets into, but for him It doesn't really matter.

Basically just the "be depressed but well dressed".

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Qiran🗡️-

They do have an accent, and probably the most prominent one out of the cast.

Considering they've also been travelling through many different places, learning their coltures and sometimes having to learn their language, Qiran doesn't have a specifical accent, just, a mixture of almost anythin.

Though, if ya could hear them, you'd also get they're Southern, in a way or another.

They also tend to shorten words whenever they can, just to go straight up to the answer.

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Naexi⚛️-

Absolutely almost any folk tail in human's history. They just have been so interested in that for even hundreds of years, she's just deeply sucked into them.

One thing they also really like to do Is revisiting them to their gang, and even clearing up some details in the meanwhile. Or even giving more fun facts, or how she personally interpretetated it.

She doesn't do It often to people, even to those they're close to, and mainly ramble about It to their dolls.

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Evelyn⚙️-

He's mainly the one to bully rather than the bullied, but it's safe to say that if ya could really annoy them, It would be poking their making, or weapons per say.

In the sense that, she's really proud of them, and having those being unrighfully judged onto their eyes is really, REALLY frustrating to see.

Plus, since they're thecnically the least powerful member of the gang, it's normal that they Hide that feeling pretty well, under some teasings to subdoly vent bout It.

So even teasing him about that makes them really annoyed, since you'd 'invade" the space they created for herself.

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Myst🎸-

Honestly, I can't blame myself enough for this, but, just Imagine Rainbow Dash's voice on him.

Yes I'm serious.

Just that energy that voice has onto her, the cracks and just, everything. Naturally It would be toned down by a LOT, considering she hasnt got a voice as childish.

Im not good w describing voices and should work on that tbh, but i hope this voice claim counts 😭😭

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Kerei🔮-

Magic/Spell related topic, since that's what he's most interested. He's got many interests, that can go to many different topics, but he doesn't have as much interest as that.

He knows especially many counter attacks and even some potions to defend himself during a real fight.

In his time w Myst, she helped him learning even more facts and through that, setting free Eris, so that would be It.

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Eris🌑-

It's a normal vocabulary? Like, a polite One for sure, since it's not used to the human world and didn't get enough habits to speak like a normal person would.

They just have that solemn touch to it, y'know?

It does match with how they speak though, even if sometimes they have an hard time understanding Myst's words, since he also likes to throw popular wordings n a little of dialect here and there.

Moon's trying its best.😭

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Syndra⛩️-

She's most awake during the evening, or night that Is, since it doesn't have that much of a good concept of time and will go with anything that goes for her.

Though surprisingly, she's hardly tired, because she doesn't want to seem that weak even to itself, so even if she's gonna be a lil dizzy, she's almost always gonna be there.

Especially to kick some asses >:D

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Tags undercut:

@a-chaotic-dumbass @spoopy-fish-writes @dopesaladlady @nadi-117 @damnfoxx @audre-falrose

[keepmeinthedark]

To The Top || A Marauders Band AU

Chapter One: The Night We Met

Read here on A03

Okay so before we begin please can you just state your name, age, and role?

Um, my name is Peter Pettigrew, I'm 78 years old and I was the lead singer of the Marauders.

Great, so Mr. Pettigrew where would you like to start?

Well, I guess we should start from the beginning, shouldn't we?

And when is that?

Whens the beginning? Well, that would be Christmas Eve 2017, that's the night when James met Lily.

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"Honestly you could at least act like you want to be here," Petunia complained for the fifth time that night. Lily just rolled her eyes. She didn't want to be there. It was Christmas eve for goodness sake, she wanted to be at home in her pajamas watching Christmas movies with her parents and sister. She wanted to go to church (even though she had never been religious) and admire their set of the nativity before coming home and going to sleep to the sound of her parents trying to be as quiet as they could while dragging their presents down to the Christmas tree. 

But instead, here she was, in a crowded pub surrounded by people she didn't know. Sure it'll look good on her Snapchat and maybe as the night goes on someone will do something stupid enough to give her a funny story to tell when she next sees her friends on boxing day (her bets was on the obviously drunk drummer of the band that was currently playing.) But until then she didn't want to be there and she certainly didn't want Petunia making her feel bad for it. Petunia only dragged her along because she has no friends of her own to take with her but despite what every sitcom tells you take it from Lily that a sister is not a "built-in best friend" a sister is just a sister, someone who you share parents with and have to live with until one of you moves out and that's it. At least for the Evans sisters that was it. Lily knew that not everyone hated their sibling and that in fact it wasn't supposed to be like that. She had grown up watching the Lupin brothers get along, they would play sports together, help one enough with their homework and protect each other with their lives. Watching them sometimes made Lily crave a sibling, completely forgetting that she had one of her own. 

Maybe it's the age gap, Lily thought.

The band onstage had now started playing I wish it could be Christmas every day and the crowd was eating it up. There didn't seem to be one person in the pub who wasn't singing, lifting their glasses during the chorus, and wrapping their arm around whoever was closest. Lily liked this. From where she was stood at the bar she had a great view of everyone and was able to act like for a moment that she was a part of this moment like she wasn't just watching from the sidelines and was actually having a great time. That was until she had turned to her right and noticed that her sister had completely abandoned her at least.

"So much for sister bonding," she muttered, quickly downing the rest of her drink and squeezing her way through the crowd towards the beer garden.

As expected it was freezing outside, Lily was shivering and could see every breath she took, her hands already felt like they were going purple and her nose was so cold that it now started to hurt. But it was less noisy and easier to breathe outside. And besides, smoking wasn't allowed inside the pub.

After ten minutes, Lily started to regret her decision. she was only halfway through her cigarette, and her fingers felt like they were about to fall off. She was slightly jumping from the hells of her feet and wished dearly that she had wrapped up warmer than just a jumper and her coat. 

Her only company was a group of men who were also smoking, they were paying her no mind but she couldn't help the feeling that they were judging her. Maybe they thought that she had been ditched by her friends, or was new in town and didn't yet have any friends. She wasn't sure which she would've preferred, to have shitty friends or no friends at all?

"'Scuse me?" a voice suddenly called out 

Lily's head spun towards the source to see a boy, with brown skin, black messy hair, and square glasses making his way hesitantly towards her. "Hate to bother you but could I borrow a light?" he asked.

"Oh, yes, of course," Lily replied a little too quickly before pulling out her lighter and passing it to him. The boy nodded his head and lit his own cigarette.

"Thank you," he said politely and took a few puffs before talking again. "Having a nice night?" he asked.

Lily nodded her head and let out a little laugh, "Actually it's been a bit boring," she answered honestly. "Im here with my sister and she's sorta disappeared on me."

Bad. Bad. These are bad things to say to a stranger. Her mind screamed at her suddenly.

She quickly backtracked. "But I'm sure I'll find her... We have trackers on each other see and our parents are expecting us home," she rambled. 

The boy just smiled and nodded along, when she had finished he set his beer down onto the table that was close by and took a seat still making sure that she knew she had his full attention. Lily took a few steps closer to him and put out her cigarette but she didn't sit down.

"Sounds rough," he replied. "I'm here with my mates, we just performed actually. I was the guitarist. I also sung"

Lily's eyes widened as if she was just realizing that she had been talking to an old friend all along, although really she didn't recognize him at all. "Oh yeah, I saw you inside you were great." she slightly lied. "So how long have you guys been together?" she asked, sitting down next to him.

The boy smiled, "Well we went to secondary school together and started playing there, at first it was just for a laugh but we've actually started to get into it and now we're hoping to somehow make a career out of it, and yeah it'll be hard we know that but were willing and surly that has to count for something." 

"Well, no famous band today has ever gotten there by giving up have they?"

"Exactly! If we were to give up we would just be asking ourselves what if our entire life and that's not a life I want to live," he said, finishing off his drink and giving her a toothy grin. "I get scared though, believe me, I have no chance of doing this on my own and it worries me sometimes that the guys will back out. Frank doesn't really have the passion y'know? Like he likes it and you can tell but he isn't passionate about it and as for Sirius his family is a pain and hates the whole music business, they're trying to guilt-trip him. Y'know the whole "We didn't come all the way to London for you to become a rockstar" business. It's bullshit. He has a younger brother why don't they put all their eggs in his basket? That's why parents have more than one kid right? For when the first one turns out to be a disappointment you have a few more to fall back on?"

This made Lily laugh, "Well, as a younger sibling I can confirm that theory," she joked.

The boy laughed, "I wouldn't know, my parents didn't need a plan B they struck gold the first time." His words were now beginning to slur. It became quite clear to Lily that he probably wouldn't be saying these things if he wasn't under the influence. 

"Well, at least you have a plan for what you want to do. I have no idea and my gap year has now turned into gap years and still no clue where I want to be a year from now. My parents don't care what I am so long as Im not working in McDonald's for the rest of my life."

"How's that going?'

"Terribly, cheers for asking. But at least Im getting money, it could be worse."

The boy nodded, "Could be a lot worse," he agreed. "You could be dead."

It took everything Lily had to stop her from replying with I wish.

They were silent for a while, the only sound that could be heard was the racket coming from inside as the cold how now even become too much for the group of men that were out earlier. The conversation seemed to have come to a close. Lily didn't want it to.

"So where are your friends now?" she asked.

The boy looked behind him, towards the door leading to the bar, and then back at her before simply shrugging. "God knows. Maybe one of them is hooking up with your sister right now."

Lily laughed and lightly punched his arm, "Don't be so rude!" she exclaimed. The boy laughed and nudged her with his shoulder, "Im only giving suggestions. Perhaps we should get searching for them, it is really cold out here and I've got to make sure that they don't get into too much trouble."

Lily didn't really want to leave, but now that he had mentioned it the cold was coming back to being a problem and she couldn't expect him to stay out in it just for her pure entertainment while his friends could be missing for all they knew, so she nodded and stood up.

"I'm Lily, by the way," she smiled and stretched out her hand. "Lily Evans."

The boy curled his lip and took her hand, kissed her knuckle, and shook it. "Pleasure to meet you, Lily Evans. I'm James Potter." 

[uwu-shinsou]

Can you write 14, Hitoshi Shinso, drabble, please? Thank you! uwu

Title: Our Choice

Prompt: Almost Kiss

Warning(s): Language, alcohol consumption

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi X Reader

Genre: Fluff, Seven Minutes in Heaven

Word Count: 1.8k

A/N: Welcome to request #1! I sorta love the seven minutes in heaven trope vibe and this just worked too well not to use it lmao. Hope you all enjoy!

500 Event Masterlist  || 500 Event Post

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You settled yourself into the circle, the sides of your legs brushing against your neighboring companions due to the tight squeeze. You smiled softly as you looked around the room, basking in the sight of your friends all together for likely the last time.

The common room held all of 3A and 3B, the room filled with chatter and giggles, the euphoria of graduating tomorrow and becoming pro heroes filling everyone with a special kind of joy. Although the alcohol probably played its part in the noise as well. 

Then Kaminari was lurching up to his feet, bottle in hand as he marched to the center of the circle. Off to the side Sero, Kirishima, and Tetsutetsu all bellowed out “SPEEEECH!!” The blonde put his hands up in a gesture for silence, the din of the room lowering to a quiet murmur. 

“Thank you all for coming. Tonight, we are fellow classmates. Tomorrow? We are fellow PRO HEROES!” A cheer went up as Kaminari raised his bottle and took a drink, those with drinks in hands following suit. “Now I know we’re all having fun sitting here in a circle, but consider this: celebrating our last night as U.A. students with a fun little game of seven minutes in heaven.” Shouts of excitement, groans of protest, and hoots of laughter rose up at the suggestion. Regardless of those less eager, people started passing around slips of paper for everyone to write their names on.

You sighed in playful defeat as Kendo handed you a piece from your left and you passed the pile to Hagakure on your right. Just as you finished writing your name you felt both of the girls lean in towards you.

“Soooo y/n, who are you hoping to get?” Hagakure asked in a teasing tone as Kendo nudged you in the side.

You hummed in thought, looking around the circle. Kaminari came by with a bowl to accept everyone’s folded pieces of paper, winking at the three of you as you placed yours in.

“Could it be Kaminari?” Kendo asked with a playful gasp, making you snort. “C’mon, you have to tell us. You’re the only one of us girls who hasn’t tried to date one of these idiots.”

“There’s a reason for that,” you mutter. Taking a long sip of your drink, your eyes traveled around the room as you tried to delay answering. Figures the one guy here I like doesn’t seem interested in dating.

“I guess there is someone,” You said vaguely, watching as the game began and the first pair headed off towards the coat closet. 

“Spill the tea!” Hagakure whined, clinging onto your arm.

“You first,” You counter, raising your brows.

“Okay so, like obviously Todoroki is the ultimate hottie here, Bakugo is attractive but I don’t think he’ll actually kiss who he has to go in with, Kaminari seems like he’d be fun to make out with…”

While you listened to your friend ramble on, you watched as Kirishima reached into the bowl for his turn, Kaminari clutching his stomach in laughter as he pulled Sero’s name. 

“Kiss your homies!!” He called after them as they retreated into the closet. Your breath caught when you saw the next person up for picking a name. Your face warmed as you thought of him pulling out your paper, and even more when imagining him not pulling it.

“Oh shit, it is him?” Kendo asked suddenly, following your gaze. Oh hell, I guess it’s the last night anyway.

“Maaaybe,” You answered, hugging your arms around your legs. “Okay, yes it is,” You added when Kendo gave you a look. “He just hasn’t been interested in anyone who’s tried to get with him so,” You shrugged your shoulders in slight defeat.

Hagakure shook your arm. “Y/n you dummy!! You’re like the one closest to him!! I bet you a shot of tequila that he’s into you too.”

You waved her comment off. “There’s no way.”

Just then, Kirishima and Sero were released from the closet, both laughing at whatever had happened inside as they returned to the circle. Kaminari shoved the bowl at the next participant, who was none other than Shinsou Hitoshi. You watched with bated breath as he pulled a paper out of the bowl, unfolding and reading the name to the blonde game master. Kaminari and Shinsou both looked around the circle before their eyes fixed in your direction.

“Bitch no way,” Hagakure whispered.

“Y/n~” Kaminari called your name as he gestured for you to come over. Taking a last drink, you handed your cup to Kendo as you stood and crossed the circle. You locked eyes with Shinsou as you approached him, feeling the buzz of alcohol singing in your veins.

He stood and gestured towards the closet for you to lead the way. “Look like it’s you and me, y/n.”

You don’t know if it was the boldness of your heart or the song of the vodka, but as you passed him you gripped the hand that he held out in yours, tugging him along into the small space. Kaminari closed the door behind you with a snickered “Have fun!”

In the dim light of the closet you turned to face the purple haired boy, hastily releasing his hand in embarrassment. Desperately, you reached for any topic you could think of.

“Kinda crazy that we’re graduating tomorrow, right?’ You say, cringing internally. Stupid! Everyone’s been talking about graduation for weeks! C’mon, you never have a hard time talking to him like a normal person.

“Mhm, it is crazy. Feels like yesterday that I joined your class,” He says, and you think you can see a small smile on his lips.

“And I’m glad that you did join our class, Hitoshi,” you reply, fiddling your hands. The two of you stood in silence for a moment, looking at each other before you looked away.

He moved his foot forward to nudge yours, startling you slightly. “Y/n, are you okay?”

“Hm? Okay? Of course I’m okay, why wouldn’t I be okay?” You ramble. Realizing that you sounded quite the opposite, you sighed and dropped your hands, aiming for a more nonchalance approach. You’re being irrational, nothing is going to happen. “Why do you ask?”

Shinsou bumped his foot against yours again. He looked at you, concern in his eyes. “Well I know that this game comes with certain expectations, and we don’t have to do anything we don’t want to. We can just talk or whatever.” You could feel your heart fall at his statement. So he doesn’t want to do anything with me.

You tried to give him a reassuring smile. “Yeah, talking is cool I guess.”

“Yeah, cool,” He said, head nodding.

“Why haven’t you dated anyone?” You ask suddenly. Ah yes, very smooth. 

He raised an eyebrow, giving you an incredulous look. “I could ask you the same question.”

“You could, but I asked first.”

“Very mature.”

“We’re still high schoolers, I can be as immature as I want.”

He relented with that. “I suppose that’s a fair point.” His hand came up to rub at the back of his neck. “I guess I just haven’t wanted to go out with any of the girls who’ve asked me. Your turn.”

You leaned your head back against the wall, looking up at the ceiling. “And I guess I just haven’t wanted to go out with any of the guys who’ve asked me out.” 

“What about the guys who haven’t asked you out? Would you go out with one of them?” He asked, gaze intense.

You laughed nervously. “Well that’s quite a few people. But uh, maybe, I guess. Depends.” You look for anything else to talk about. “So uh, what else do people do during seven minutes in heaven?”

He snorted. “I don’t know. Hug? Kiss? Make out? Try to do a quickie in the closet?” 

You let out a squeak at the last one. “Histoshi!”

“What? It’s true. I’m just glad we’re going earlier so we don’t have to deal with the mess of those people.”

You grimaced at the thought. “Well, I guess we could… Hug, then?” You say hesitantly. Shinsou stares at you through the darkness for a moment before he finds himself nodding along with the idea, silently opening his arms and pulling you in.

His arms settle around your shoulders, one hand in between your shoulder blades, the other just below it. Your arms find their way around his torso, hands resting in the middle of his back, head snug against his chest. You can feel his chin rest against the top of your head, and you sigh in the comforting warmth of his arms.

You don’t really know why you say it, but it’s almost like the joy of being held by him draws the words out of you. “I’m going to miss you, Hitoshi.” You say, voice muffled by the fabric of his shirt.

He snorts, arms tightening around you. “Hey, tomorrow is just graduation. Why are you talking like we’re never going to see each other again?”

“No I know, it’s just… We’ll never get to be like we are now, again. You know?” Your heart aches at the thought. Becoming a Pro Hero should be exciting, but instead all you can feel is the desire to stay right here and never leave.

He pulls away from you enough to meet your eyes. “That’s not true,” He says with conviction. “We don’t have to let leaving U.A. change us in any way that we don’t want it to.” 

His words fill you with just enough certainty and courage, and before he can blink you’ve raised up on your toes and placed the tiniest peck on his cheek. You sink back onto the flats of your feet, biting your bottom lip. “You’re right, we get to choose,” You say quietly. One of his hands travels from your back to rest against the side of your face, his hand caressing your soft skin. A smile spreads across his lips.

“I’m glad that we feel the same way, Y/n.” With that he kisses your forehead, and continues pressing little kisses down the side of your face to your cheek. He presses another kiss to your nose, making you giggle.

“I like the idea of us,” You whisper, pressing a hand over his heart. Just as you start to lean up, anticipating pressing your lips against his, the sound of footsteps outside the door gives you barely any warning as Kaminari flings the door open, followed by Ochaco, Mina, and Deku.

“TIME’S U-” Kaminari cuts himself off as he sees you two quickly step apart. Both of your faces are slightly flushed, and while Shinsou keeps his face passive you can’t help the annoyance pulling at your features. “Whoops, looks like we interrupted something.” He giggles, nudging Mina.

Shinsou laces his fingers through yours and pulls you out of the tiny room, walking around the circle and towards the front door. 

“Hey! Where are you going?” Ochaco calls after you.

“We have unfinished business,” Shinsou says, and you feel your heart flutter in happiness as he leads outside into the moonlight.

[zuffer-weird-girl]

You never thought you would become popular on school only because you had started to date someone.

Well, it had their reasons. Your current and recent boyfriend was not like anybody else on your school. No. He was Chisaki Kai. The boy who had beaten the crap out of I numerous classmates more than once and also was the supposed son of the headmaster of one of the yakusas on Japan.

People often would look with pity or worry at you every since you even dared to talk with the boy and his white haired friend. Now you swore that humors of you dating Kai were spreading even to teachers...

And Mr. Tomozaki even asked if you were dating Kai because you wanted or because you or your family were threatened by the yakusa.

You almost, almost, answered your teacher back with a not so nice and polite commentary, but the class had just started so you could only huff and take your seat to watch another boring class of Mr. Tomozaki.

And God protected the poor souls that whispered rumors about you when Kai was nearby...

Dating him wasn't horrible by any means! He was even the one that suggested on the first place! The only down that you had was... well, you two weren't on the stage of kissing yet... and you really wanted to. But you also knew how Ka was about touching and all of that... it took begging at least to hold his hand once, imagine kissing.

So you kept that for yourself for a bit.

Yet Kai noticed how you often watched couples on street whenever he would walk along with you. Often sending you judgmental looks whenever you would dreamily sigh when you saw some "romantic scene" or read something similiar about it.

Kissing was disgusting. Why on hell would you want that? There are some people that even change and swallow others saliva along with it! It's so gross on even commenting it!

Although. One class made him think about too much on this specific issue... Literature, and the main book, the certain of the discussion, was Romeo and Juliet... a pain in the ass for him.

But the way your smile would appear whenever one of those scenes was commented was just so... enchanting. The way your plump and sorta pink lips quivered up a bit. And not even commenting when you had caught him staring once or twice.

After weeks of thinking he had sighed out loud on his room, and started to take some courage to spill his plans to you....

Thhe way your jaw had almost fell to the ground was rather intriguing to him to be honest.

"K-K-Kiss?!"

"Don't shout." He said nonchantly before sighing while crossing his arms "Tommorow we can try it since you want this so badly."

"... you sure?" Your eyes shined with the Ray's of the sun as he rolled hsi eyes with a scoff to hide his embarrassment.

"If I wasn't I wouldn't be speaking. Only tommorow. No more."

You smiled, in hopes of what he said for last wasn't going to be true... you hoped.

You really could only hope. At least you had time to prepare yourself and to not make the situation...unconfortable for Kai. And for yourself.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Why was he nervous on the first place? Is just a touch of lips. No big deal. Is just a prove of love for possibly the only person he ever sees to be with it. Nothing to be nervous about.

He wasn't nervous.

.... god what if he break down on hives and you found it weird?

"Kai!!!!" He winced a bit at hearing your voice coming right behind him as he shifted his bag on his shoulder a bit.

"Late. Again." He sighed while looking at you, thankfully regaining his compusture.

"Sorry! I had to-"

"Let's just go." He walked a bit and you had to quick your pace to catch up with him "I'm sick of this place."

"When you aren't?" You giggled while he rolled his eyes, the sunset giving a contrast to the color of the sky as the both of you talked and walked for a bit.

"So did Kurono get better from the flu?"

"Dont even remind me of that, is disgusting." He winced at only hearing about it, before arching one eyebrow at you "Why the sudden worry though?"

"Just asking, what?" You put your hands behind your back and tilted your head at him "Jealous?"

"You wish." He rolled his eyes but tightened his grip on his back at only the mere thought.

Your giggles echoed for a bit before he stopped at the usual place where you both had to take your paths to your specific homes. The nervousness of before had come back at remembering his promise to you.

You shyly looked at him and chuckle out of nervousness as he rubbed the back of his neck a bit.

"So..."

"Hm." He said back while lowering his hand down and breathed in to look into your eyes again.

Just when he had take the guts to make the first move, both of you two had bumped heads hard.... aparently you were too excited.

"Oh gosh. Kai I'm so so sorry!" You were rambling a huge amount of apologies as you had one hand rubbing the sore spot on your forehead as Kai rubbed his own.

"Is nothing." He said nonchantly but what catch you off guard was how soft his eyes were and a half smirk was on his lips as he looked back at you.

You averted your eyes away a bit, still mumbling some apologies before he grabbed on your shoulder with a 'stop'.

Your eyes widened at how close he was and his own widen right after when he not only noticed by the proximity, but also that he had touched you without a problem on the first place.

You bit on your bottom lip and he swallowed the air stuck on his throat... You breathed in and our before in one movement touching your lips along with his... Finally.

He swore he almost fainted. That made his whole body heat up, and also feel like bolts of electricity had circled through his system as his eyes were wide open and hands awkwardly on the air... until he felt a certain... calm, happy sensation as his eyes were closing little by little.

His hands subconsciously lowered down to your waist and pushed you against him to feel more of that new sensation.

You two ended up breaking apart only because of the stupid need of air.

"I-I... I-" you spluttered, before you gulped when he hushed you.

"Again." He said nonchantly, and even before you could understand he had kissed you back... much to your shock and pleasure.

Your arms went up to hug him by the neck and your backpack had accidentally fell to the ground... neither of you could care at that moment.

God only knows how much the time had passed with you two on that. But it just was so good, that you couldn't help but want more and more.

You broke away due to your cellphone ringing, probably your parents worried about you.

"I... have to go." You said, arms hesitantly getting out of his neck as his own slowly unhanded your waist.

"Surely.." he said almost in dissapointment as you lowered down to pick your backpack.

"So... tommorow?" You smiled sheepishly at him and he scoffed.

"As always... See you tommorow."

"See ya..." you both turned but soon come back and, sadly, bumped heads again. Making you giggle and him to grunt with a smirk. "R-Right... bye."

You pecked his lips, smiling at the blush it had formed as his eyes turned wide open again and you left running to your own home.

He stared at you a bit before letting a rather dreamy sigh while touching his finger tips his lips.

Well, a rather good experience.

Bonus!

"Care to explain why you're so la-What the hell is taht on your forehead kid?!" The elder almost shouted at seing the red mark on is sucessor forehead.

The boy only looked up at him, still stuck on the heat of the moment as he adjusted his bag and smiled at the memory of his first kiss.

"Nothing. I just bumped it."

The elder arched a eyebrow at Chisaki, observing how his eyes were too much calm and the small SMILE he carried while making his way to his bedroom.

.... he had to know what happened.