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[husbandohunter]

A Small Predicament [Baby Genshin x Reader]

Characters: Scaramouche, Diluc, Kaeya, Childe, Xiao, Zhongli, Albedo

Synopsis: Cursed for a week, the boys either have to live with it or find a cure as soon as possible. You on the otherhand hoped otherwise.

(A/n): It only takes ONE glance for me to start having ideas. It was twelve in the morning yall, enjoy~

Oh here's part 2

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Scaramouche

• "Oh you shrank? I couldn't tell-"

• Threatens that he will murder you to pieces and burn your remains but his voice was so squeaky and high pitched (voice crack) that you couldn't help but burst into a tearful laughter. 

• Its payback time  Bully him, take his hat and hover it above his head. Truthfully, without his hat Scaramouche looks like a little schoolboy. Overall less intimidating.

• Tries glaring. Cute. He's really bratty as a kid, sitting on a high chair (which you had to help him get on) and demanding his servants to do his bidding. In reality, his personality never changed. You realized that even as a grown up he still acts like this (bratty kid in a grown man body).

• The curse made his week a living hell. Signora had the audacity to pull his ear when he misbehaves. Childe constantly messes with his hair while giving head pats and the WORST of all, pinching his cheeks. Scaramouche never wanted to commit arson so bad in his life.

• Eventually finds a cure so he doesn't have to deal with it anymore and orders everyone to never speak of it again. Though, he's plotting how he'll get revenge on everyone who made fun of him using the very same curse (You better run).

~~x~~

Diluc

• "Oh…Oh my! Diluc you're just so cute!" 

• Diluc grimaces as you glomp him in this state. How can you help it? With his head so small it makes his hair all the more fluffier! His coat no longer fits him to the point the sleeves had made past his fingertips. He tried wielding his claymore again, only to lose balance and fall flat onto his bum

• (insert kid voice "Retribution!") Did I mention the babyface?

• Diluc tries to act as if everything was normal, acting like the Darknight hero and Mondstadt's Tycoon but fun-sized. He couldn't. There was no way people would take him seriously in business meetings. Same with fighting abyss mages, his smaller form was too much of a disadvantage. Thus you ended up doing most of his paperwork.

• One time you caught him sitting on the floor couldn't reach his office desk  while reading away the various books for a cure. It was three in the morning. You told him it was way past his bedtime and he argues saying when did he ever have a curfew schedule. In the end you managed to convince him and he begrudgingly obliges.

• The type to NOT ask for help even when it's obvious that he really needs it. Before he was the one who helped you reach things from the top shelves, oh how the tables have turned. He avoids Kaeya like a plague unless he was in it for another round of funny remarks. When he wanted to go out and get some fresh air, you insisted on accompanying him. Worst mistake in his life. A travelling merchant bumps into you and commented that you had a very cute son. Diluc was mortified.

• The day ended up with him sulking in his room. Although it was tempting, you resisted from cooing over his adorable form after days of treating him like a child. It wasn't because you were teasing him, Diluc just works so hard that you wanted to spoil him a bit. At least he could still play a game of chess with you.

• When things went back to normal, Diluc ensures that you will NOT see him as your son.

~~x~~

Kaeya

• "Well look who it is, my little Prince Kaeya~"

• Tries really hard not be bothered by it at all. Kaeya still maintains his suave facade, throwing in a couple of flirting lines here and there (and forcing his voice to go a few octaves too low in which puberty has yet to occur HA). Though no matter what approach, he couldn't ignore the sparkling mischievious glint in your eye. You were obviously not taking him seriously.

• Things couldn't get any worse. He lost his masculine physique and boob window, he wasn't able to go to certain places without supervision. But the worst thing of all was that he was underaged. Kaeya hated the fact he couldn't drink anymore, he even insisted you to sneak him a few bottles (which you refused) and had to settle with plain beverages such as fruit juice (what an insult). He was never really grounded since his childhood days but he certainly felt like he was grounded now. 

• Kaeya still kisses you on the lips whether you like it or not. If you ask him to sit on your lap, he will find a way to turn the position into his favour such as resting his face between your breasts. You're not gonna treat him like a kid, nuh-uh, he actively avoids it.

• Since his personality still remains, Kaeya is a naughty child. He will use his innocent appearance to sway people (even you) to get what he wants. That was how he was able to take a sip of the wine he stole somewhere (he wouldn't tell you). Diluc scolded him heavily and threatened to ban him from drinking from his Tavern for a week (they ended up arguing, Kaeya being the passive aggressive little shit he is).

• He was extremely relieved to return back to his normal form again. He has so much to catch up (specifically his bedtime activities with you *wink wonk*)

~~x~~

Child(e)

• "Hmmm to be honest, this actually suits you very much."

• Unlike the other boys, Childe was completely okay with it. Turns out that YOU were the one who was not going to be okay. If you thought taking care of Teucer was energy-draining then expect Childe to take that tenfold and beyond.

• You've officially became his full-time babysitter who is in desperate need of a raise (and rest). You can't take your eyes off of him and archons forbid that he will ever meet Klee. One point he'll be running ahead by your side and the next you'll find him getting himself in a 1vs7 situation with some shady looking treasure hoarders. Childe genuinely thinks he could take them on but the curse downgraded his abilities. You carried him and barely made out of it alive. (This made you ponder whether the best solution would be to strap him against a chair for the time being…)

• Childe being a child will eat all the candies and ice cream he pleases. You wonder if the curse also turned him a few years back or was it that he acts like this simply because he wanted to (it was the latter). He loves being spoiled, spoiled by you! Childe demands your full attention, spoon-feeding his meals, back rubs and head pats. Yep, he's definitely doing this on purpose.

• Did he just call you 'mommy'? (Childe has mommy kink confirmed).  He has so much energy that it was exhausting, you literally had to drag him away from what ever he was doing in order to get him to bed. "No Childe, your sleeping time is 9p.m stop whining." He bargained that he'll sleep if you sleep beside him (you didn't get any sleep. You knew what he was planning. In the end, you tried to make sure he didn't sneak out behind your back.)

• Finally you were able to get out of that hell-hole. Childe promised to make it up to you, you deserve it after all~

~~x~~

Small (aka Xiao)

• "Did you know in the Liyuean language, Xiao translates to small?" You didn't say that out loud. Not when he's this angry (this angy)

• He just stands there, crossing his arms and grumbling. You were hesitant to touch him in case he might hiss at you. Xiao has always been short, maybe an inch taller than you, but seeing him like this made you think 'my almighty yaksha can't be this cute♡'

• He gets mad when you no longer call his name for help. How could you? He's just so precious~ Xiao makes it clear that no matter what form he takes, it doesn't make him weak ("Adepti and you mortals are nothing alike." Or so he says but you could tell he wasn't running as fast as he used to because…small legs). You may not comment on it aloud but he can tell just by the look on your face and it irritates him.

• Also the type to not ask for help but worse. Xiao is an agressive little kid, he seems as if he'll be willing to bite someone's finger off if they try to pet him (He gives strong cat vibes, so thats understandable). His spear was too big for him to wield so he often has to put it away or else he might knock someone over with it. Xiao hates being short so you'll be hearing him complain alot.

• Since he was an adepti, he didn't need to sleep however, the curse must have brought down his power by a significant amount to the point you DID catch him napping. You almost swooned out loud just by taking a glance upon his face. For once he didn't wear his signature grumpy look. Xiao appears like a normal child, one full of innocence. His snoring was soft and breathly but that just meant he was deep asleep. (You wished to take a picture). 

• Of course, everything had to come to an end (much to your disappointment), he still complains about the incident to this day.

~~x~~

Zhongli

• How is it possible for a baby to still look so handsome? (Must be his godly abilities)

• Zhongli is unfazed by this 'curse' since his past lives have already taken many forms. Though for some reason whenever he walks down the streets of Liyue, young girls, mothers, ladies all come him was and start complimenting him and gushing over him (he was suffocating). They'd squeeze him tight or squish his cheeks, it only takes once glance before the little girls start blushing and hiding behind their moms.

• Needless to say, despite what form he is in, Zhongli is still able to get free stuff. He got some free candies and some free kites to play with. You had to help him carry his items. Zhongli ends up tripping too much because his tailcoat reached his feet (he decided to just take it off. You had to hold that too). Seems like he can have anyone do things for him in the end HA.

• He still got that drippy voice and you're just like ???? "What on Teyvat Zhongli, you're a kid." This is why you can't see him as one, its nearly impossible.

• Actively avoids Hu Tao and Childe. Once Hu Tao caught sight of him and chased him for hours, he couldn't stay in one spot knowing that she might just pop out of no where. Childe still spoils him, however Zhongli feels irritated by the fact the only things Childe buys him toys (its different when other people do it.)

• Everytime you guys go back strolling through Liyue, you had to hold his hand in case more women come swarming hin again. You swear that at this rate he might get kidnapped because hes just such a beautiful baby.

• Zhongli learned an important lesson after his curse was lifted: no matter how many years he lives throughout  never take a form of a child.

~~x~~

Albedo

• You find him buried beneath a pile of books and had to dig him out before he suffocates.

• Albedo has the cutest eyes, they're big and round full of curiosity and they sparkle too (he has the prettiest eyes out of everyone tbh). He is the only person who is fascinated by this outcome and immediately goes in the wild to test out his new physique. 

• He was always curious why Klee T-poses when she runs so he decided to try it out himself. She was thrilled to find out that she now has a little brother to play with. In the end, Albedo indulges in the games she always wanted to play but couldn't because he was too old: princess dress up tea parties.

• You felt many things when you saw Albedo wearing a frilly gown and a plastic tiara tucked on his head. Deep down you knew regardless of what gender Albedo was still pretty. Klee even had the guts to redo his hair and hardly anyone was able to recognize it was him at all. He has pigtails, PIGTAILS! You made sure to burn that image into the very depths of your mind forever.

• The only advantage was the he was ablw to fit through small spaces, other than that, being small was way too inconvenient. He knocked down a few of his potion bottles which damaged the floor (thankfully not him) because they were lethal (he wonders how Klee was able to not injure herself when using bombs). You carried him and lifted him to alot of places such as trudging through the snow because Albedo would surely fall on his face due to his small form.

• Enough was enough, he only lasted a day with this and decided to just make a potion and put an end to the curse once and for all. 

[nighthaikyuu]

could you do the “kissing my best-friend” tiktok trend with bokuto, kuroo and oikawa! thank you hehe

— synopsis:  haikyuu boys x y/n; kissing their best-friend after watching the trend thats been taking over tiktok. 

— characters included: bokuto, kuroo, oikawa 

— genre: fluff!! 

— authors note: this is so overdue I apologize!!

bokuto 

if bokuto was glad about anything, it was the fact that you had never downloaded tiktok. 

if you had, the second he’d plop his phone against the tv stand and let the song electric love fill the room, you would’ve narrowed your eyes at him and beat him to death. 

at least, that’s what he thought. 

your bottom lip was rolled beneath your teeth as you stared at the screen in utter concentration, your fingers moving faster than ever as you finally let out a triumphant grin.

turning to look at bokuto, you teased, “told you I was going to win that round.”

usually, bokuto would counter back with a snarky response but this time, he simply shook his head and averted your gaze, his eyes falling back onto the phone for the nth time. 

“what are you recording?” you finally asked, your eyes trailing to the phone.

“nothing! just a tiktok!” bokuto squeaked, before chuckling nervously.

you raised a brow at that but as you watched him flash you a wide smile, you simply shrugged and turned your attention back to the tv screen, ready to start the second round.

just then, as the beat drop came closer and closer, and bokuto’s palm became increasingly sweaty, you suddenly felt yourself being tugged towards the boy beside you.

eyes widening at the sudden movement, you turned to bokuto, his name halfway on your lips when you suddenly felt his nose brush yours, his lips dangerously close.

“bo—“ you started when soft lips grazed over your own, effectively shutting you up in an instant. 

you spent the next few seconds short-circuiting but then you felt bokuto’s grip on your waist tighten, and you melted, dropping the game console on your lap as your hands laid against his chest, gripping his sweatshirt tightly in your hands. 

pulling away after what was either a couple of seconds or several minutes, bokuto rested his forehead against yours, his hot breath fanning your face as you heard him chuckle softly, “didn’t expect this to go that well.” 

slapping his chest lightly, you tried to scowl in annoyance yet the small smile that wouldn’t leave your face betrayed you.

“you’re such an idiot”

kuroo

you were going to kill your friends. 

nervously pacing your room, you were looking for a place to put your phone when you heard kuroo chuckle from behind you, “you’ve been walking around your room like it’s a strangers. you good?” 

jumping slightly, you turned around and gave him a nervous smile, “aha, yea completely fine! just finding a place to put my phone to record-um—something.”

raising a brow, kuroo looked at you skeptically before turning his attention back to his book. 

cursing yourself inwardly, you scolded yourself for choosing dare last night. you should’ve known your friends would’ve done something like this. 

nearly all of them knew of your fat crush on your best-friend kuroo and the fact that you wouldn’t do anything about it bothered them to no end; but they weren't you. they didn’t know how absolutely terrifying it is to confess to your best-friend. there was just so much that could go wrong. 

yet here you were. 

after they dared you to do this tiktok with him, and threatening that if you didn’t they would tell him themselves, you found that you had no other choice but to just do it. after all, if this all went absolutely miserable, you could just tell him you got dared to and end of story. at least you desperately hoped. 

finally, setting the phone on top of your dresser table, you opened the app with shaky hands and pressing the song electric love and setting the time to 60 seconds. 

the fact that in the next minute or so, your entire life was going to literally turn upside down was enough for you feel like you were going to throw up. 

taking in a shaky breath, you told yourself you have to do this y/n, you can't back out. slipping your AirPods into your ears, you pressed the record button and turned around to face kuroo, who had been staring at the book in his hand, a concentrated look on his face. 

you knew there was still a decent bit of the song left before the drop would happen, the moment in which you were supposed to kiss the boy in front of you. 

shaking your hands, you slowly started making your way towards him. in no time, you stood by the side of the bed at which he was sitting at and by now, his attention was on you. 

“you look constipated.” he noted. 

“s-shut up!” 

hearing the song in your ears near the beat drop, every note began to drum through your blood; a sudden adrenaline rush ran through your veins when you bent down and removed the book from his hands. 

“hey, I was reading that dumbass!” 

ignoring him, you sat down beside him so that your back was facing the camera but you were facing kuroo. 

as the song heightened, you swallowed roughly as you could feel your heart race in alignment; before you could back out, you grabbed kuroo’s shirt and pulled him flush against you, pressing your lips tightly against his. 

the second you felt kuroo stiffen against you, every single fear you had came crashing down. starting to pull away, an apology resting at the tip of your tongue, you suddenly felt him lean into you, his lips moving against yours softly. 

his hands that had been at his side came up to grip your waist tightly, the touch sending a jolt through your body. drawing back slowly, kuroo rested his forehead against yours as he stared at you with half-lidded eyes, his cheeks flushed red. 

“holy shit y/n...” he whispered against your lips, a small smile appearing on his lips, “d-did you mean that?” 

you nodded almost immediately, a rush of relief flooding your body as you realized he kissed you back, kuroo freaking kissed you back.

kuroo’s smile widened even further. leaning back in, he pressed another soft kiss on your lips, “I’ve been waiting for this day forever.” 

oikawa

while maki and mattsun were arguing over something in the back as iwaizumi stared outside the window in annoyance, you sat in the passenger seat beside oikawa as the two of you scrolled through tiktoks together on your phone.

stumbling upon the ever famous best-friend challenge, you watched the tiktok with a soft smile on your face. you waited in anticipation for the beat to drop and as soon as it did, the guy leaned towards his girl best friend and pulled her towards him, a hint of permission in his eyes before he pressed his lips tightly against hers.

“that’s literally so staged.” oikawa snorted beside you.

rolling your eyes, you replied with a huff, “yea I bet the thousands of people who did this trend all had it staged, I’m sure.”

crossing your arms together against your chest, you added, “It’s your fault you have 0 ounce of romance in you Tooru.”

smirking, oikawa tilted his head so that his face was just inches away from yours, your cheeks suddenly flushing at the reduced proximity.

“is that so?” he grinned, a glint of mischief in his eyes.

before you could question it, he took your phone from you before quickly pressing the song and clicking the record button, setting it down in front of him.

as the song began to blast through the car, the boys in the back froze as the all-too-familiar tune.

“oh hell no.” iwaizumi murmured before quickly opening the door and stepping outside, not willing to be a part of any of that. the other two quickly got the hint as well, falling in suit and before you knew it, the only two people in the car were you and Oikawa. 

while the boys had scrambled out the moment the song came on, you on the other hand went still in shock, unaware of what was actually happening and what Oikawa was even thinking. 

“wait, why’d they all leave? why’d you turn that on—oh.”

feeling a pair of rough and calloused hands cup your face, you were suddenly pulled towards the driver’s seat, lips brushing against yours. before you could say, or do, anything else, oikawa enveloped your lips with his, kissing you softly. 

eyes fluttering to a close, you leaned into the kiss, every single thought in your head flying out the window when all you could see, feel, taste, smell and hear was oikawa. 

pulling away after what seemed like an eternity, oikawa turned back to the phone and pressed the stop recording button. 

“i—what j-just—?” you sputtered as everything came crashing down when oikawa flashed you a smug grin, “now, am I still not romantic?” 

blinking, you slowly took in his words before a sudden realization dawned upon you, that douchebag.

starting with a hit to the shoulder, you flung yourself towards him before bombarding him with several punches, words like you asshole! and that was my first kiss you fucker! spilled from your mouth as oikawa laughed beneath you, trying to wrestle you away from him, “ay, don’t hurt this handsome face. my fan club won’t be very happy with you.” 

watching the both of you from outside the car, maki and mattsun were both laughing so hard they started to wheeze while iwaizumi beside them just had an amused look on his face. 

you probably thought oikawa was messing with you, but iwaizumi knew oikawa meant every single second of it. 

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[jackest-jack]

I would very much like to hear about your spooky scary Sirens, pretty please 🥺

AJKSJAKISJAJAJF Ok so I almost had a heart attack when I saw you were following me because YOU’RE SO COOL so thank you

I already wrote about my spooky scary sirens over here, and they have pictures and I would be willing to write a short thing with them later but for right now I’m gonna pick a different thing and blab about it.

The most fleshed out and cohesive thing I have is the vampire band nerd slasheresque story with a police chase followup as well as a separate zombie apocalypse thing, so ig I’ll go with that. More under cut and warning for like a lot of gore and death and angst. I’m also only doing the first part of that because this is taking a long ass time

I came up with this in junior high, and I was in band, and I noticed that each instrument section had different personalities sort of, so I made characters around that and put them in a horror plot where they all die horribly, because what else are you gonna do? This is gonna be a plot rundown and it might get real long. (It is no longer a rundown. Its just unedited word vomit.)

anyways a bunch of friends, who I’m just gonna call by their instrument names, go camping in the woods for a couple weeks. They all take one car and set up in the middle of fuckin nowhere.

Clarinets a vampire pretending to be a high schooler for kicks, because she was 15 when she turned 5 years ago and got dragged away to the magic underworld (basically a series of safehouses and towns for the supernatural) and she wants a letterman goddamnit.

She gets adopted into a friendgroup despite her best efforts, and gets dragged along on the camping trip in the small car and close quarters with a buddy system and she hasn’t eaten anything substantial in like two months and its proving to be a problem when she starts thinking of her friends as snacks instead of people.

one night, percussionist gets up to go on a 3 am lake walk. But, the buddy system. So he takes Clarinet, who never seems to sleep anyways, with him.

They’re on the edge of a lake littered with huge old chunks of driftwood, looking out over the water, when Percussionist steps on something sharp. It went straight through his sandal and he pulls it out without much trouble, but “that nail looks kind of rusty and I’m Pretty Sure I’m bleeding a little bit, oh I hope I don’t need a shot-“

she falls on him like a cat on a wounded songbird. She has enough of her mind left to cover his mouth and stop the screams as he slowly loses blood.

He tries to fight back. He does. he jams the nail deep into her throat and twists away, but she catches his wrist and slams him backward, a sharp stick going through his stomach, sticking him bloody at the base of an old driftwood branch still attached to its old tree.

She stops draining just before he dies. And she waits, and waits, and waits. Finally, hours later, the corpse takes a deep gasp and its eyes fly open. It begins the excruciating process of pulling itself off the tree.

his wound is closed less than a minute later.

he comes to and sees her sobbing on the ground, bloody streaks under her eyes from where she tried to wipe away her tears with hands soaked from putting pressure on his stomach in a feeble attempt to save him.

“Vampires, huh?” He says, half joking, half looking for an explanation.

—-—

they’re sitting around a small campfire, and Clarinet tells him that he’s a vampire, he needs blood, he cant go back to camp or he will eat his friends. She leaves to find him something substantial before he loses it.

back at the original camp, its around sunrise. Flute notices a small trail of smoke not far off, realizes that Percussionist is missing, and gets French Horn to help him look for their idiot friend (and maybe put out a small fire.)

They make it about 3/4th of the way to the smoke when flute trips on a tree root and scrapes his knee. About a mile away, Percussionists head perks up.

He distantly realizes that he just left the campfire that he’s supposed to stay at, but he can‘t seem to care. The hunger doesn’t gnaw at him or hollow him out. Its not like looking for a fix either. Its an itch in his whole body, a near unavoidable function of his being. The hunt is as natural as a cough, a spasm of muscles to take away the awful itch.

He moves faster than he ever could before, and just to see if he can, he jumps up and begins running across the branches of trees. Its slower, but sneakier; his prey won’t see him coming.

Finally, he reaches them. He jumps on the smaller one, sending it crashing to the ground. It’s blood is what brought him here. He sinks his hollow teeth into its neck and begins feeding.

There is a scream and a crash as the taller one runs away. Thats ok. He only needs one.

———

French horn, for her part, is freaking the fuck out. The sun had just peaked over the horizon and orange light was streaming through the trees when everything went to shit.

The pale thing had fallen on Flute, and the noise he made… she was almost certain he was dead now.

She kept running. If she could make it back to camp, then maybe she could get help, or maybe leave before the rest of them died too.

She charges through a thicket, sharp thorns scraping and tearing every inch of her as she shoves her way through. She shuts her eyes as she goes, to avoid the thorns poking them out.

When she comes out the other side, she feels her gut sink.

She doesn’t recognize the trees or bushes around her. She doesn’t see a path.

She’s lost.

She wants to break down, to scream and cry the injustice to the heavens, to kick and punch and fight the thing that killed her friend, to sit down and rest and have a moment to breathe, to be home-

She picks a direction and runs.

———

Percussionist stops draining Flute just before he‘s dead, following the instinct that drove him to where he is.

He wants to be horrified. He does, really. But he was so hungry, and the itch is still there, waiting beneath his skin to pounce on him again. But for now, its gone, and he can think clearly. He can move without the instinct tainting his every twitch.

He turns to look at the person he drained and sees-

He sees his friend. And it hits him all at once.

He killed a person, a person he knew, a person he cared for, and he had been powerless to stop it. He didn’t even know- he didn’t realize- he would never have done it if he-

but he knew he would have. Even if he knew. He would’ve killed Flute, and he hates himself for that.

So he sits by the body of his dead friend, maybe in solace, maybe because some instinctive tick tells him to. He doesn’t want to know. He refuses to.

When Flute sat up and gasped, Percussionist could‘ve sworn he had a heart attack (even without a functioning heart.)

To Flutes credit, he made it through Percussionists halting and confused explanation before letting himself ask about the smell.

”what smell?” Percussionist asked, and lifted his nose to the air.

He got his answer. The smell of blood, salty and sweet and with a coppery tinge to it drifted through the air, leaving a hunger and odd comfort sitting in his gut. It reminded him of smelling baking cookies from the kitchen as a kid.

A leaf crunched, and he snapped out of his trance. Flute had stood up and broken into a run, faster than any human could’ve gone. After the person that had been with him.

After his friend.

Percussionist sprinted after him.

——

He had the chance to notice how fast he was really going, now that he could think through the hunger. He practically flew through the forest, leaping over a fallen log half his size that blocked his way. He ducked and dodged branches that threatened to slash his face, and if he were running for something else he may have threw his head back and laughed.

As it was, he was following the occasional red flash of a windbreaker that he could barely keep up with without being hit by a tree.

He could heal now right? Did he really even need to be worried about being hit by trees?

He let one slap his face just to test, and he felt the stinging pain all across his face as a deep cut opened across his nose and eyes. He faltered as his vision went red with blood. A second later, it was gone, and he could see again. ….And he‘d lost flute. Great.

He sniffed the air, remembering how he’d been able to smell the blood, and tried to look for his friend.

He could smell the whole forest. Sap and pine and rotting leaves, rotten flesh and mushrooms and a skunk miles and miles off, the sweet sting of honey and dew and campfire smoke, and over it all, the most lovely smell-

Well, looks like he couldn’t find him that way. He thought for a moment, and groaned. He could just follow French Horn and get to her first!

He began running again.

———

Clarinet had just made it back to the campsite, a live deer kicking around over her shoulder. She would’ve killed it, but she couldn’t quite figure out how without losing any of its blood, and since she drained and seriously injured Percussionist he would need a lot of blood-

and the campfire had a suspicious lack of vampires around it. Great. She could only hope that no one had cut themselves-

She stopped as the scent of blood hit her nose. She cursed and took off running, dropping the deer as she did.

——

French Horn thought she was going to die when she heard a bush rustle and snap behind her. She had stopped for a rest, thinking she was safe (if very lost). She was braced for her death when Percussionist crashed through the bushes.

”Oh, good, you’re still alive. We need to go like right now.”

Before she could protest, he grabbed her wrist and began pulling her away. With his very cold, very pale hand.

”Wait. Was it you?” She said, planting her feet.

”Yes.” his voice was solemn, and his eyes downcast. “But unless you want Flute to get you, we need to go”

She tore her wrist out of his grasp.

“Flutes dead. Flute’s dead and you killed him!”

And Flute hit her from the side. He sank his teeth deep into her neck, but only for a moment. Then he pulled back, looking horrified and ran away.

French Horn stands up dazedly. “That was…”

”Yeah.”

she lifts a hand to her bleeding neck where the bite is still gushing blood.

A rustle of trees comes from the side, and Clarinet skids to a stop in front of them. She takes in the situation and drops to her knees, tearing loose a piece of her shirt and holding it to the holes in French Horn’s neck.

”Wheres the third?”

French horn points to the copse of trees he disappeared into.

”I think we might actually be jinxed.” A pause, then “That was supposed to be a joke. Go after him. He’s heading towards the camp, and chances are he won’t be able to stop himself a second time.”

Percussionist nods, and then stops. “How do I get there?”

”just run straight! GO!”

and he does.

———

Clarinet gently explains to French Horn that vampires are real, and that she is one. When asked why she isn’t bloodthirsty, Clarinet answers that she has a lot of blood left in her still, and that she’s not all the way changed, and that the change will, in her words, “Stink. Its kind of the worst thing you’ll have to go through, and it’ll take way longer since you have blood, and you may not notice at first.“

French Horn pursed her lips. “Theres no way to stop it?”

Clarinet shook her head.

”Okay. Okay, shouln’t we help Percussionist?”

Clarinet swore. “You won’t be much help in the state you’re in, but I can drop you off by the camp. Pack our things and be ready to go.”

Clarinet scooped French Horn up and took off into the woods.

———

Percussionist got there just as Tuba was ripping Flute off of his neck.

Despite Flute being the smallest out of all of them, and Tuba being the strongest, he was struggling to keep the scrabbling, biting Flute away.

So, Percussionist did the only logical thing and full body tackled Flute, trying to hold him down. It worked, sort of. Long enough for Tuba to start running. Long enough for Sax and Trombone to see what the ruckus was.

Flute burst out of Percussionists grip, grabbed Trombone and ran.

Sax sprinted after them, and percussionist was left in the dust, standing dumbstruck as they all dashed off. He snapped out of it when Trumpet pressed an axe to his shoulder and told him to not move.

———

Flute knows this: he is very hungry. He also knows that blood tastes very good.

His last two meals escaped. He thinks he let the first go, but he can’t seem to remember why. The second was ripped away from him by someone like him, which was rather rude.

But this one won’t get away. He is far to hungry to let that happen.

He feeds as he runs, draining the squirming thing dry, pinning its flailing limbs against his chest. It stops wailing eventually.

He slows as he becomes able to think clearly again. He holds the body in his arms and revels in the fact he is no longer hungry. Then, he looks at the thing he drained.

And it’s his friend. He feels his stomach drop, and a hollow pit grow in his chest. His friend is dead, and it’s his fault. He tells himself there’s nothing to do but run, so he does.

Really, though, he just doesn’t want to see what she’ll become.

———

“What did you do to them.” Said Trumpet, each word slow and dangerous. She lifted the axe off his shoulder, and he felt relief before he realized she was lining up to take off his head.

He may be able to heal, but he did not want to see how far that ability stretched. Not like this, at least.

He swallowed his fear and asked, ”What makes you think I did something?“

She barked out a harsh laugh. “You go missing in the middle of the night with Clarinet, who still isn’t back. Flute and French Horn go to look for you and have mysteriously disappeared. Tuba came running from this direction, bleeding like a stuck pig. And here I find you, in the center of it all.”

Ah. He was fucked. Time to implement the worst plan ever, considering how fast Trumpet was.

”that’s- that sure is some pretty overwhelming evidence that I did something. I swear I didn’t, though but I know you won’t believe me so I’m just gonna RUN!”

He ducked under the axe she swung at his head, and took off running into the trees. He glanced behind him to see her struggling to keep up, and grinned. He was actually getting away with his head, and beating Trumpet in a footrace for once-

He turned back around just in time to see the tree that crumpled his skull.

———

He wished he could say he didn’t feel every excruciating twitch of his skull righting itself as he laid there. As it was, it was painful enough he was functionally passed out.

Which is why he was surprised to see trumpet dragging him by his feet deep into the woods.

Not half as surprised as trumpet, who dropped his feet and swore when he sat up and gasped.

”What the hell? You were dead! that killed you!” She yelled.

Percussionist was still reeling from how much growing his skull back sucked, and latched on to the first thing he noticed.

”Did you steal my shoes?”

”what are you?” She asked in a tone that was decidedly horrified.

He fiddled with a piece of grass somewhere to his left. “A vampire, as of yesterday. Really though, why do you have my shoes?”

“Not important. What do you mean as of yesterday?”

”Last night, really. Me and Clarinet-“

”Clarinet and I.” She said.

”Whatever. We went on a walk and turns out she’s always been a vampire, and then she did the vampire thing, and now I’m a vampire, and things have just been spiraling from there-”

”That explains a lot, actually. Who else is a vampire?”

Percussionist, feeling slightly more alive, realized they weren’t by the camp anymore.

”Where are we? Why do you have my shoes, and why are you so calm about this?”

”oh.” She said. “I may have made an action plan for something like this. You know, in case of murderers, or if supernatural stuff was real.”

”thats cool. Why steal my shoes?“

”I was framing you for murder.”

an awkward silence settled over them.

”We should get back to camp. Stop more people from getting vampired and all.”

”Yeah. Lets do that.“

———

Sax skidded to a stop in front of Trombones body. She was limp, and pale, and by all accounts dead. He whipped out his phone to call anyone, anyone at all, and pitched it into a tree when it read no service.

He sat, and he cried by his best friend, who always made the shittiest puns, who was the worst at sports, who thought anything with soulmates was stupid but still read all the stuff he suggested her. Who was dead.

He was still crying when she sat up and latched onto his neck, draining him dry.

———

French Horn and Clarinet ran across Tuba, who was holding gauze to his neck where he had been bit. French Horn was starting to feel slightly feverish, but otherwise okay.

”Guys! Are you okay? The weirdest thing just happened.” He said.

”We need to leave.” Said Clarinet. “Now.”

”No argument here. Have you guys seen Flute? He was with you last time I saw him.“

French Horn and Clarinet shared a look.

“I’ll go find him. You two pack. we leave before dusk.”

They watched as she disappeared into the leaves.

”Whats going on?” Asked tuba, a hint of worry in his voice.

French Horn took a deep breath in before saying “Vampires are real.”

Tuba burst out laughing.

“Oh. You’re serious.” He said as he hefted a tent into the back of the van.

”you don’t believe me.”

“How could I? I haven’t seen any proof that they exist.”

She threw a bag of trash in the van with more force than nessecary.

“What attacked you then?”

At this he paused. “I don’t know. But I’m pretty sure it wasn’t a vampire.”

———

Percussionist and Trumpet made it to where Trombone was crying over Sax, the late afternoon sun reflecting off of their now pale skin.

“Hey, hey, it’s okay. He’ll be alright.”

Trombone looked up at him and snarled, all teeth and rage, and Percussionist jumped back.

”He’ll end up like me, won’t he.”

Percussionist nodded.

”I don’t know what world you’re living in, but this isn’t fucking alright!”

Trumpet walked over and knelt in front of Trombone. She held out her hand, and Trombone scrambled away.

”I don’t believe you would hurt me. Not right now. I know you didn’t do it on purpose.”

”so what?” She scoffed. “I still did it. Should I just go on existing as whatever I am now? Just kill people so I can live?”

”Actually,“ Percussionist said, “we can live off of different types of blood.”

Trumpet looked back and pinched the bridge of her nose. “Shut up you twatwaffle, can’t you see this is a delicate moment?”

”just figured it would be some good information to have.“ he said.

“Are you seriously telling me my angst fest was for nothing?” She asked.

Percussionist leaned against a tree. “Oh, don‘t worry.” He said. “Theres still plenty of angst about the immortality.”

“Sax did always say he wanted to be sixteen forever.”

Trumpet rolled her eyes. “Lets go home.”

Trombone reached out to take Trumpets hand, and Sax shot up and clamped his jaws around her throat. Trombone grabbed Trumpets wrist and pulled her away as Percussionist peeled Sax away.

”Let him.“ choked out Trumpet. “I‘ll be one of you either way.”

”Absolutely not!” Said Percussionist. “Trombone, go find literally anything else with blood.” Sax kicked and snarled in his grip. “Hurry! I’m not sure how much longer I can hold him.”

———

“Flute!” Yelled Clarinet. She had been looking for him for an hour now, and still couldn’t find him.

She was walking along an old trail that went out of use years ago when she almost tripped over him. He was curled up in the shade of a tree, hiding away in a hollow.

“What do you want.”

”I want to take you home.” She said.

he laughed. “Something like me doesn’t deserve a home. I killed people, and I knew there was another way, but I did it anyway. Just leave me here to rot.”

She remembered when she’d been like this. She had forgotten to eat, had slipped up. Its not a hard thing to do. When you’re a vampire, you brain tricks you into feeling fine by your old standards until you‘re so hungry you can’t stop it.

She believed it was all her fault, though. The only way someone had gotten through to her was something they had called twisting the knife. She had always called it shitty.

She sighed. “I wanted to say sorry.”

He poked his head out a little, peering up at her. “You didn’t do anything.”

”But I did.” She said. “I drained percussionist dry last night, and then I left him to find you. I watched while you attacked your friends, and now, I’m giving you a chance to fix the harm we caused. What will you do with it?”

”You made me like this?” He asked.

”Yes.”

he lunged at her face, fingers clawing for her eyes. She turned around and ran for the campsite, making sure he was behind her, and praying that he would forgive her for the stunt she just pulled.

———

The campsite was packed, and Percussionist and Trombone had made a game of who could catch the best songbird for Sax. Sax was less murderously inclined, though it was hard to tell if it was because the blood he had consumed or trumpets growing nonhumanness.

After the third or fourth time of watching Sax suck down a bird or squirrel like a juice box, Tuba was forced to admit that maybe vampires were a little real.

(He noticed his neck wound had already scabbed over and was halfway gone. He was afraid to ask if he was becoming one.)

The sun was slipping behind the tops of the trees when Clarinet charged out of the forest, leapt over the van, And yelled “Flutes trying to kill me!”

Flute burst into the clearing and lunged at Clarinet. Percussionist stepped in the way.

”What happened?“

”She did this in purpose! She said she dropped you in the woods to kill us!”

Percussionists blinked. “No she didn’t. She told me to stay where I was while she got something for me to eat.”

he stopped yelling. Now, he just looked confused. “But she turned you.”

”Yeah? It was an accident. She obviously regretted it.”

Percussionist backed off, and Flute looked at clarinet.

”why did you say all that then?”

“You were’t gonna come with me if I didn’t. Besides, you were spiraling and this was the easiest way to stop that.”

”Sounds like the shittiest way to stop it, too.” Scoffed Tuba.

She sighed. “Yeah. It was.”

”Hey,” asked sax. “Are any of us still human? I know me, Percussionist, and Trombone aren’t-“

”Percussionist, Trombone, and I.” Said Trumpet.

”-And I saw you two jump over my van, but whats up with the rest of you?”

”Basically,” said Clarinet, “anyone who was bit is or will become a vampire, depending on how much blood they had left in them after the bite. Was there anyone who wasn’t bit?”

everyone was silent as they all glanced at each other, looking for anyone who could say yes. It quickly became awkward, and was broken by Clarinet muttering “Fuck.” quietly under her breath.

”Who all, um, died today?”

Flute, Sax, and Trombone slowly raised their hands. Clarinet squinted at Percussionist, which prompted him to say “What? I died last night.”

French Horn yelled “past twenty four hours, dingus.”

He rolled his eyes and raised his hand.

”Alright. You three,” -she made a sweeping gesture towards the three with their hands down- “Are going to have the worst couple weeks of your life. Take a few days off of everything. Don’t go to the hospital. Stay isolated. Call me when the pain’s mostly over.”

Tuba’s lips pursed. “What, exactly, is going to happen to us?”

”The way it was explained to me was that your body slowly cannibalizes itself. It sucks.”

”hm.” He said. He looked very troubled.

They got in the van and drove through the night.

For now, they rest. A short break, before they have to figure out the rest of their lives.

[pinky-the-elephant-room]

Could you plez do one where da bnha bois react to the reader doing a not PG tiktok dance uwu (like todoroki,deku boi,baku boi and maybe azaiwa with a father daughter thing?)

AN: This ask was so long ago. I’m really sorry but I have your prompt now so I hope you likey. Just a heads up I’m an old woman in a young body I don’t use TikTok and I don’t even know what people use it for and I only know one song that was popular on there and it was Doja Cat’s. So thats the song there you go phfft. I was short on time so I only did Bakugou hopefully you don’t mind that and the smut. You didn’t specify but you did say NOT PG so you get smut !! 

Warning: Explicit sexual content between Bakugou and female reader. Read at your own discretion. 

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Bakugou gritted his teeth as he seethed, everybody fucking knew how pissed off he was today. All the extras were acting cautiously like they were walking on eggshells. Except for half and half who acted nonplussed like usual. He shot a glare to Y/N who was innocently sitting a few seats away from his.

‘Look at her acting like she didn’t just ruin my entire night yesterday.’

It started like a normal day, Bakugou trained after class like he usually did before heading back to his dorm room. Until his phone’s notifications went off, he glanced at it and snorted in disgust when he noticed it was from TikTok of all apps.

It was shitty hair who downloaded the app for him when the rest of the morons had gotten on his nerves. The red-haired idiot got his hands on Bakugou’s phone and messed around with it. After Bakugou finally calmed down he snatched his phone back, flipped the bird before stomping away.

He should have deleted it right away, the only reason he didn’t was because of how excited Y/N seemed to be for him. She was ecstatic when she followed and made him follow her back. Bakugou honestly didn’t get the hype, it was just a stupid app for a bunch of worthless people who had nothing better to do but dance around like monkeys and post it on social media. So, he left it on his phone but rarely used it. Bakugou was too busy trying to become the number one hero and surpass All Might. He didn’t have time for this nonsense.

So, imagine his surprise when he was lying in his bed late at night, deleting all the unnecessary shit that people sent him throughout the day, he noticed Y/N tagged him in a TikTok video. For reasons unknown to him, he opened the app and watched the video she sent him.

The first thing he noticed was the lack of clothing Y/N had on. She wore nothing but a tank top and tiny shorts that barely covered anything. There was a sensual song in the background he didn’t recognize, he watched transfixed as Y/N danced. He never realized how flexible she was, the way her hips seemed to flow made his mouth water. It was then he noticed some unfamiliar side character appear behind Y/N and grab her by her hips. They then danced together, ending with Y/N on his lap basically grinding on him.

What the actual fuck??! Did she have no shame?! Furthermore, she was a hero in training she couldn’t be doing this shit online! What if one of the teachers found out what she posted, and she got in trouble?

Despite his incensed thoughts, he replayed it over and over again, his eyes unable to stray from Y/N as she smiled coyly. He lied there in his bed hours later unable to sleep, each time he closed his eyes he imagined Y/N in his arms dancing seductively. Bakugou groaned when he realized his cock had gotten excited again and without her being here to resolve it. He just waited miserably for the sun to come up and end his torment.

When Bakugou came into the classroom that morning, he was exhausted and sexually frustrated beyond belief while the object of his desires sat in the front laughing away without a care in the world.

His awful mood gave off an aura that made everyone stay away from him, which was good because he needed space when he got Y/N alone. Bakugou was going to get her to resolve the problem she caused last night whether she liked it or not.  

He waited until lunch break to make his move; he didn’t think he could wait till the end of the day for this. When no one was looking, he grabbed Y/N by her arm and dragged her back to the dorm rooms. All the way there Y/N kept resisting and loudly protesting his treatment of her. He pushed her inside his room, slammed and locked the door to his room. Bakugou turned around to shoot Y/N a smirk.

“What’s the big deal Bakugou? Why did you drag me here?”

“You! What the hell were you thinking sending me that video?!”

Y/N sighed in relief. “That’s what this is about? Oh my god! You scared me I thought I pissed you off or something.”

He scowled as he fought the itch to blast something with his quirk.

“Who was that asshole you were dancing with?! Tell me his name so I can blow him the fuck up!” he growled.

She pouted, “I thought you would like my dancing. But you seem even more irritated than usual.”

He grabbed her by her arms and pulled her close. He really wanted to jostle her a few times for even thinking that stupid idea.

“Are you fucking stupid? Why the hell would I like you dancing with some other guy!”

She snapped back, “don’t call me stupid! In fact, I’m-“ she broke off mid-sentence like she just realized something. Y/N stared at him for a few minutes before she broke out in a brilliant smile.

Bakugou eyed her warily, wondering if she lost it since she was just about to go off on him a minute ago.

“You’re jealous,” she purred.

He scoffed as he looked away from her.

“You are! You probably wanted me to dance only for you huh?!” She winked at him.

She quickly took off her uniform’s jacket, leaving her only in her skirt and a white undershirt.

“What are you doing?”

“Dancing for you,” she murmured as she fished out her phone and played that familiar song from the video.

Y/N made Bakugou sit down on his bed as she started swaying to the beat. He held his breath when Y/N started teasing him by popping a few of her buttons open before she stopped. She started rolling her hips as her black, soft hair swayed side to side.

He bit his lip as he tried to contain his groan, seeing her dance in real life was better than any videos.

When she finally sat on his lap, he couldn’t help himself as he tried to touch every inch of her soft, curves.

She slapped his hands away. “No touching,” she softly scolded before pecking his lips.

Bakugou blinked his eyes in surprise.

Y/N moved his hands behind him. “Keep them there or I’ll stop dancing.”

She moved off his lap but thankfully didn’t go too far as she backed up against him and started grinding.

He couldn’t contain his moans as his hips started desperately rutting her soft behind.

“Fuck the dance, Y/N,” he whispered as he brought her completely onto him.

He unbuttoned his uniform slacks and pulled it down a few inches to reveal his hard cock in his thin boxers.

With her skirt, it was easy to align her wet panties and his cock tenting in his underwear. He swore underneath his breath as tingles started erupting in his body as he could feel how ready she was for him. Bakugou grabbed her hips once more without being slapped away and started guiding her at a pace that suited his needs. Y/N could feel that bundle of nerves get more and more sensitive each time she made contact with his body. He had imagined her last night on her knees as he took her from behind, but he would take anything she can give now. He connected his lips to her, tasting her soft pink flesh. She tasted like the watermelon gum she was chewing in the classroom before he pulled her out. Bakugou was getting frustrated, no matter how much he bounced her on his lap, he didn’t get the angle he wanted. With a growl, he lifted her off for a few seconds allowing his legs to spread a bit wider and angled his hips just right that jutted his cock out despite being contained in his boxers. He pulled her back down and thrusted before letting out a loud moan at the sensation.

‘Fucking perfect’ was his last coherent thought as he frantically lost himself to pleasure. His drastic thrusts lost finesse and rhythm before he finally succumbed to the orgasm he needed since last night.

Bakugou slumped over in relief. Y/N kissed his forehead lovingly.

“Feel better? Now that all your stress is gone let’s start dancing for real,” she said wickedly as she pulled her white undershirt over her head and revealed her breasts encased in a red lacy bra.

The sounds of a bed squeaking and the remnants of the song were overshadowed by the echoes of feminine delightful moans and gravelly groans.

“Day to night to morning, keep me in the moment. I’d let you had I known it, why didn’t you say so?” the phone’s audio was drowned out as it ended on its last notes.

[sweater-daddiesdumbdork]

Fun Times with Wankers and Twats

Summary- Set with Playing It Cool characters. Mike x You. Going to one of Mallorys one woman shows might actually prove to be a good time Mike finds out. Nsfw. Sexy time. 

Work Count- 5k

A/N- Named “Me” Mike cause I like that better. Mallory is doing some British Slang, given to me by @what-is-your-plan-today​ (thanks babes, I so appreciate the help) and well excuse how bad her imitations are. Lol

You looked over Mikes shoulder at the computer screen that he had been staring at for the past fifteen minutes, his eyes just roving back and forth reading. Proof reading quickly before he had Scott or Samson read it. Your hand slid along his shoulders and could feel the tension in them, knotting right where it always did when he was close to finishing. Digging your fingers into the muscle and rolling your palm into them made him sigh with relief. “You need to relax Mike, you know its good.”

“But is it good enough?” He pondered, sliding his fingers over the mouse to save it.

Causing you to roll your eyes at him, and grip the back of his wheely chair, pulling it away from the screen, turning it so he was facing away from the screen and more at you, you leaned down so your hands were bracing against the arms on either side of him and your face was inches away. “If I said it was fictional magic would you believe me? Action pack vividness? Dramatic flair making me just wanna throw myself at the main character? I mean, that would mean leaving you for a fictional character, but damn baby you wrote him just that damn good.”

“I would have to find his fictional ass and kick it for stealing my girl.” He said so solemnly that you chuckled and pecked his lips in a kiss. “and I can see down your shirt.” His head tilted, admiring the view. You tipped your own head to see what he was seeing, and you winked at him afterwards. “Preview for later, come on. You need to get dressed a bit more then tshirt and boxers.” Lifting yourself away and he scowled at loosing the view.

“Later? why the hell we waiting till later?” He groaned and tipped his head back, stretching out his arms over his head. “Where we going?”

You grabbed your purse and tossed your phone in, looking over at him low class acting like a child with that scowl on his face. “Mallory invited us to her one woman reading tonight. And were going to be supportive friends and go.”

He groaned once more in the child like whine of his, pushing his laptop shut. “Watch this is gonna be something like the vagina monologues. I can already see it now Y/N. There better be plenty of drinks coming to our table.”  You nodded listening to him and leaned your chin on your palm, elbow to the counter.

“Handsome, would I ever drag you to anything that doesn’t have beer? And You cant bring up that one time at my parents dinner party, cause I snuck it in for you.”

He grinned as he spun the chair and got up to head into the bedroom, grabbing a pair of jeans from the dresser. “Okay, I give you that. And like you said, were supporting Mallory.” You patiently wait, keys in hand, going to grab his phone off the table and tossing it as well in your bag. Mike had a writers brain, scattered and daydreaming alot. He came out patting his pockets, looking around.

“On the table by the door, along with the keys” You shoulder your bag, knowing he was looking for his wallet. Going to where you told him, a big grin crossed his face, and slipped both in his back pocket, wrapping an arm over your shoulder as he followed you out into the apartments lobby once locking the door. “What would I do without you sweetheart?” He kissed your temple and you smirk, looking up at him as you to wrap your arm around to rest your hand in his pocket, squeezing his ass lightly.

“Crash and burn Mike, Crash and burn.” chuckling as the two of you reach the car, you split away to get in on the passengers side once he unlocks it, and get comfy, the bar wasnt to far off, but you suspected you might be giving a few rides home. While Mike pulled off the curb, you dug out your phones and wallet, storing the rest of the bag on the back seat floor.

Mallory was already ringing your phone, and when you clicked answer, she didn't even give you a chance to say hello "oye! When ya getting here?!"

"Mal, relax. Fifteen minutes, plus you saved us a table front row right?" Your eyes rolled to see Mike give an audible groan, making you snicker.

"Course ya blimey wanker. Tell Mikey Boy to quit pissing and moaning."

"Mal said quite pissing and moaning."

Raising his voice he shouted. "This time she better not throw decapitated baby heads at my crotch either. Thats not art Mallory, that's battery."

"Oh what a twat. You can't censor me darlings, cheerio!" CLICK! And she was gone. Mallory was pretty ... Someone all her own.

"Sounds like were betting a British Mallory tonight" you exclaim excitedly as he looked to find parking. You search through the cars cup holders for change to toss into the parking meters.

"As long as its not that German one. Shes always violent when its the German one." He grumbled as he got out, recalling how fond he was when she threw several heads screaming in what you only assume was German, you were inclined to agree. Following him out, you handed the change to him to fill the meter.

Inside the local bar it was dark, a tad smokey, and the clinks of shots being taken at the bar are the first thing to notice. Next is a spotlight flooding the small stage towards the back, and there is Mallory dressed in a black dress, and a lit smoke balanced delicately between two fingers. She was sitting on the edge of the stage, rolling her heeled foot with impatience and bringing her fancy cigarette to her lips.

"My darlings! There you are!" She hops down and you look over your shoulder to see Mike close by, coming right up behind you and kissing the curve of your neck playfully, whispering. “Shes not armed is she?” 

You squint at the woman coming towards you, and whisper back. “Not that I can tell.” Grinning and placing a hand to your hip, acting as if you were checking Mallory out. “Well M’Lady, arnt you looking fine.” 

You could see that she soaked in the compliment, tilting her head back and bringing the cigarette to her lips, pursing them in an exaggerated manner to purr out a ring of smoke. “Thank you darling, its all for the art that is life. Now you bitches come sit down.” 

Charming as always. 

She grabbed your hand, and she tugged the two of you to a crowded table. You promptly took the seat next to Scott, and gave a small wave hello to the other two occupants there, Samson and Lyle. They currently were debating over beer, which was the better kind. Samson was all for an all american beer such as budweiser if his comments were anything to go by. “Why change whats already good! This shit gets the job done.” 

Mike behind you lowers towards your ear to speak with you. “What do you want from the bar babe?” You look down at your friends, arching brows. “Whats good tonight?” Scott just hands over his craft beer, allowing you to taste. It wasnt bad, dark though. Samson holds up the all familiar red and white bottle and gives a low burp, and Lyle, well.... whatever he had just looked messed up, sloshing neon poison in his cup. “My own brew, I snuck it in. Made it in the back of my van.” Yea, Hard pass buddy. 

“Think Im gonna go with what Scotts having.” You tip your head back and nip in play at his jawline, and his hand gives your ass a slight pinch making you wiggle in your seat. Mallory next to you finishes off her shot of Vodka, about to throw her glass cause she was just that out there of a woman, but you take it from her before that happens. 

“Vodka to Wanker! Refill me up Buddy” She yells before grasping her black clutch and pulling out a tube of red lipstick, applying it heavily. 

“You ready? Looks like a good crowd.” You look around the room, and it did seem exceptionally busy tonight. 

“Always, my life is nothing but a stage” She said enthusiastically and puckered her lips, kissing your cheek to leave a mark on it. “Now I must go appease my fans.” She handed off her clutch to you and dispersed to the stage. Mike came back, just as you were digging for a napkin to smudge off Mallorys lipstick, he handed off your beer to you and a smirk played on his lips. 

“You know if you wanted to get frisky with Mal, all you had to do was tell me, dont need to hide it.” He grinned, sipping from his beer he had gotten himself, and set Mallorys refilled vodka towards the middle of the table so no one would mess around with it. 

“You would like that wouldnt you.” You licked your thumb and scrubbed at your cheek. “Help me get it off?” You grab his hand and suck on his thumb to the first knuckle, using your tongue to moisten his fingertip. Smirking as you saw his eyes darken at the sight. Take that Handsome! He popped it from between your lips and started to wipe off the lipstick. 

“I would be lying if I didnt say that it would be pretty hott.” he shrugged, looking at you from a sideways glance while he tipped his glass up to his lips. You arched your brows, and bit your lip, glancing at Mallory getting herself prepared on stage. You know hes expecting you to call him on his shit, but oh no, your not about that today. 

“You know what Mike” Your hand slides against his thigh, sliding to the inside and grasping lightly. “You go ahead and ask her baby, see how she feels about it.” Might have been mean, you were well aware of there history together, Mike having told you when you two first started going out. Now it was truly all under the bridge between them, but he did spurt his beer back in his glass in surprise, causing you to snort laughing. It was this moment the rest of the guys decided to throw in there opinions. 

“You know there aint nothing wrong with adding a little spice to the bedroom.” Samson remarked. “Wham, Bam, Thank you Ma’am.” 

You snicker. “Im sure your wife is all about bringing another woman into the bed to join you two.” He shrugged and sighed at that. 

“She is less in favor then I am, that is for certain. It will happen one day though, I have faith!”

Lyles eyes never left Mallory as he remarked “Hey, as long as you both are into it, I dont see the harm in having a good fuck once in a while.” At this Scott rolled his eyes and shook his head. 

“You all are hopeless, if you love someone, whats the need to add anymore into the bedroom then just the two of you. Its supposed to be an expression of love.” Leave it to Scott to bring in the more serious aspect, you rest your head on his shoulder and remark. 

“Awww Scottie-too-hottie, we all love you.” He resigned that none of you would actually take him seriously, and turned his attention back to the stage once the lights started to dim. Mallory, in all her dramatic glory whipped on stage, her heels clicking, her hand holding her cigarette held jaunty in the air. “Women can fake orgasms, and men can fake a relationship.... My memoirs” 

There was a semi collective groan at your table. And you still having your hand on Mikes thigh gave a light squeeze. Be nice. He glanced over at you and rubbed your lower back as his way of forgiveness, not wanting to interrupt Mallorys opening. “When I was 13, I had my first period...” Oh boy. 

You kinda go in and out, of paying attention, cause Mike reached under the table for your hand grasping his thigh and slid it up, cause sure enough, there was something much more interesting to pay attention to for you. Your palm cupped his erection through his jeans, and he leaned his elbows on the table, hands cradling his face as he watched the stage. You know that apt focus, unblinking eyes and flared nostrils are not because the show was that good. 

Sorry Mal. We still love you though. 

You slide your chair over closer to Mike, changing from leaning on Scotts shoulder to his, and flicked your fingers to snap open the button of his pants. Tilting your head to bite his shoulder, whispering just for him to hear. “Get them down Stud, and I will really make this worth it.” Without looking or acknowledging you, he did as you asked, dropping a hand momentarily under then table, then bringing it back up. 

Drawing him from his pants and boxers, giving him a full palm wrap around, and your thumb circling the head, pressing lightly along the slit, a little moist. You kept your movements subtle, a light squeeze, fingertips trailing up and down his length, which now you could feel was fully perked due to interest in your part. A dip of the hand once you reached near his groin, rolling his testicles around your fingers. Your gaze went back and forth beween his face and the stage, where Mallory started in on her next traumatizing bit. 

“If sex is a pain in the ass, then trust me, your doing it wrong” 

Your attention returns to Mallory, still giving firm strokes to Mikes cock under the table, you could see when he went to grasp his beer bottle, he did a bit to hard, his knuckles growing white, the way he swallowed down his drink was harsh, not a sip but a large gulp. On the other side the rest were oblivious to what game you two were toying at, it made it that much more exciting. That much more of a risk. God you almost wanted to drag him home now. Or back to the backseat of the car, that was fun. 

Tensing in your hold, you felt him stiffen in his seat, and a rugged word commanding your movements. “Faster” and you rubbed your nose in against his neck, kissing that little spot near his ear that always made him inhale sharply. Today was no different. 

“Feel good doesnt it, playing out in the open.” A bite to his lobe and pulling away, sure to keep yourself angled into him. Now you worked him, your thumb sweeping over his head, following the slit collected pre cum, and you jerked your hand faster, to bring him to release. Now his breathing was ragged sharp inhales through his nose, not daring to open his mouth should he make a interrupting sound. Once in a while his hip would jerk, following your hand and you would press your face in against his shoulder to hide a chuckle from you. 

“Oh fuck.” He wheezed and there it was, his cock throbbing, and pumping in your hand, released, and he took a gasp, his leg accidentally kicking against the table leg. 

“Leg cramp babes?” You question to hide from the others who glanced at you with questioning looks, Mike promptly nodded in reply with what you were saying. When no one was paying attention, you lifted your hand away and sucked on a fingertip, tasting him as he hurriedly stuffed himself back away, his eyes flashing at the way you were sucking him off your hand. He groaned and couldnt tear his eyes away. Grinning as you bit the tip of your finger, you leaned into him and slanted your face to fit your lips against his. The tip of your tongue trailed the seam of his mouth and the moment he parted his lips, you plunged in. Oh baby, this was all your kiss, and you were sure to keep all control of it. Drawing back your tongue, and swiping over his teeth, back to tangle with his. 

“You two are seriously making out during this?” Scott chided the two of you while Samson at the other end of the table was doing a fist pump. Lyle at this point was drowsy and half hanging in his chair, probably whatever poison he managed to brew in the back of that van. 

“What? that was riveting emotional story telling.” You smile innocently at Scott who narrows his eyes at you, Mike loping an arm around your shoulder and bringing you in close. 

“We got caught up in the moment, Scott.” Mike grinned, obvious in being a shit about it.

“What was the play about, Hmm?” He arched his brows, and a slight panicked look crossed Mikes face as he sought out an answer hopefully from Samson or Lyle, but they both had a smug look on there face. You two werent necessarily caught, but they all knew something was up. 

“Uuuh er- about her weirdly adolescent life changes? With Wanker thrown in continuously?” Mike took a shot in the dark, and they all grumbled, yea he gotten it right. Dont ask him the personal details, which he was damn glad he didnt pay attention to now. Some things, you just dont need to know. If there was one thing he was good at, it was using his writers brain to bullshit a lie into believable. 

Mallory bounced off stage, her cigarette finally gone off the stick, but she collected her back satchel from you and dug on out. Not that she was a smoker, it was more once she was in a character, she remained in that character. “So? What did all my lovelies think?” 

Everyone was quiet for a moment, occupied with looking in there glasses, or finishing the last swallow or two, Mallory looked wide eyed around the table. “Well dont everyone gush about my performance at once.” 

You decided that you would break the seconds of silence. “Babes, Love. Magnificent, I might leave Mike and shack up with you instead. You get me, your performance, so great!” Shit shit shit shit, what did she say? Something about asses. “I think more men should take it in the ass to see what you were talking about.” 

So this made Scott start laughing, he was just about crying, Mike and Samson both choked on that last swallow, and Lyle just shrugged and gave a goofy grin. “Sure, I try anything once!” 

Mallory gave you the biggest hug and kiss on the cheek, replacing the one she had left there earlier. “Darling, YOUR THE BEST.” grabbing her vodka from before, she shot it down all to once, getting to finally smash her glass on the ground in a dramatic turn of events. “SHOTS ON ME!” She grabbed Scott this time as Mike ducked out of her reach, and she stomped off with him. Mike came back up to you, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you in close to him, swaying a bit to the jazz music playing. 

“You want to get me pegged?” He mused, arching a brow, and he lifted to lick the pad of his thumb, rubbing it over your cheek to remove the kiss mark once more. 

“Well as Lyle said, should at least try anything once.” You grin teasing as you to wrap your arms around him and tilt your head back enough to look up at him. He rolled his eyes, and gave you a playful kiss, nipping lightly. 

“Only thing Im pegging is you when we get home.” 

“Well Handsome, im looking forward to that very much” You are sure to grind your hips against his, and he roughly dragged you into a kiss, hissing against your lips. “Tease!” 

“Got the drinks Wankers, come and get them.” She said in her very fake accent, and you weaved a finger in Mikes belt loop, dragging him back to the table and taking two shots, handing one to him. Straight up tequila, you thought looking at the taunting liquid in the glasses, well it does make your clothes fall off apparently. 

“So let me start by saying, Mallory, as always, great set.” Mike started, followed by Samson saying “Hear hear, I feel like I know all the struggles you went through, and never want to hear it again.” 

Mallory grinned “Theres only five more of these you need to attend.” 

Lyle, he tipped his head and hold up both his shot and poison liquor “Heres to five more retelling of Mallorys sexual escapades.” 

There really was nothing more to add, and the group of you lifted your shots in honor of the performance, and tipped back. That burn made your eyes water, and gasp out. One of you said “Lets do another” It might have been you, were not keeping track... and the next couple hours you all were pounding shots and chasing with beers. There was no way you were going to be driving anyone home. 

Stumbling from the bar giggling with Mallory, you have her under your arm, and Mike is on the other side of you. Her apartment was nearby, as was yours so it just made sense to walk. You dig into Mallorys purse for the lipstick, leaning over the hood of the car and writing across the windshield. ‘NO DD, WE PICK UP IN SUN TIME’ 

Drunk you was a unable to think

“That looks right? They know who it be” You giggle again as you slid off the car hood, and luckily Mike was standing there to catch you as you stumble forward, the two of you giggling, as you use his shirt to stay upright. “Mikey, Im drunk.”

“Me to baby.” He snorted, his blue eyes shining a bit brighter the usual with the giddiness. 

Samson and Lyle went off another way, and you three take to the street. You and Mallory trying to list off British slang in what now sounded like Australian accents instead of British. 

“Knobheaded Twatters” 

“God those dick heads be fucking Mungers” 

“What the hell is a munger?” You question, and Mallory shrugs when Mike pipes up “A real ugly S.O.B” 

This went on for several blocks, getting shouted at from sleeping people opening there windows to tell them to shut up. Mallory threw off a fit with one of them 

“Come down here you Slag, thats right, I saw One Eyed Joe go in your apartment last week!” 

Finally you all make it to a breaking point, and split, You and Mike giggling all the way up your stairs, and your trying to find the key to the door while he is sloppily kissing your neck and reaching up your shirt to play with your breasts, massaging them in a way that had you whining. “Im trying to open the door Babe” 

“And Im trying to wank you” He grinned while biting your shoulder. 

“Is that even a term?” 

“It is today.” He shoves the door open once you get it unlocked and shoves it closed once you two are inside. Hes already shedding clothes, and you go to fall on the couch, arm over your face. “Ugh I cant tonight.” You peek at him and giggle once more as hes hoping around on one foot trying to get his jeans off. He tosses them across the room, any change, wallet and phone went skittering across the floor and he goes over to you, grabbing your arms, you groaning in protest. 

“Mikkkkeyyyyy Im tired” 

“Need an aspirin?” He asks as he gets you up and you lean into his chest, kissing and nipping around one of his nipples, cause you could, cause it was fun to get a reaction out of him, lightly scratching your nails up and down his sides. Deciding to further tease him. 

“No, I need the dick. Now!” Changing your mind, you backed away and he followed, his eyes going dark in lust again and you made a come hither motion. Unaware of how far you had gone, the back of your knees hit the bed and you fell backwards onto it. “Ooh!” 

Mike took this moment to pounce, straddling you and lifting your shirt, he tossed that away to. “Fuck baby, that was so hot tonight” talking about your under the table hand job. “The way you just jerked me off, then licking off those fingers.” You smirked and licked your lips, purring. “It was fun, we could have been caught and kicked out.” laughter bubbling up as your squirming underneath him, panting as you can feel the bulge in his boxers where he was straddling you, and your hands was trying to twist behind you to get your bra off, he assisted, finally pulling it free from your arms. 

“I wanted to be under that table so bad, you have no idea. Next time were going someplace more private.” He tilted over you and straightened out to lay over you, his knee parting your thighs and rubbing it against your core. You might have ground yourself back, feeling the pressure ignite a flame in your lower belly, starting from the core.

“Agree Sexy” He chained kisses down your neck, and over your collarbone, hyping you back up with anticipation to feel his mouth on your breasts, his hands firmly covering them. Getting to his hands covering you, he replaced them, rubbing his whiskered chin roughly in between the valley and sucking on the curve, lap of his tongue swirling and twirling over the erected nipples, making you whimper and giggle again in your drunken haze. Reaching down to slide your hands under his boxers waist band and dig your fingers into the cheeks, pressing him to grind into you.

“Then you agree I need you in me right this fucking second?” You bit his shoulder, and huffed against his neck. Your breasts muffled his next words and you let go of his ass cheek to cup his face, drawing him to look up. “What?” 

“I said, fucking hell yes Baby” He lifted off and luckily you were wearing a skirt, so he pushed it up around your hips, and slid his boxers down enough for his cock to spring out, you giggled once more seeing him at attention and reach up to wrap your hand around the back of his neck, bringing him down to your mouth, needing to taste him, feel him once more. Your kiss is clashing teeth, a pull and tug on both of your part, Hot sloppy, tongue lapping kiss as he shoves aside your panties enough and fills your entrance with his cock. 

So he was trying for slow, but you needed him now, so a push on his ass, and a lift of your hips, you whine into your fevered kiss at how he stretched you open so suddenly, loving that burn. You move your legs to wrap around his hips, thighs clasping his hips snugly. “Give it to me stud” His arms rested on either side of your head, and immediately started to rut and grind his hips, making you arch, going between moans and laughter. “Fuck yes! Oh you feel so good.” Vocal in your current mood, his grunts huff against your neck, your nails digging into his back, rocking with him. 

Having fallen on the edge of the bed, you two end up slipping off, your head banging on the floor and all of him tangled around you. He stutters to a stop and his hand lifts your head to check it. “Oh Shit baby, you okay!?” 

You wince and rock your hips, shuddering when you feel him hit your g-spot. “Yea baby, Im fine except you left me so close to cumming all over you. Dont let me loose it.” You whimper and look up at him, biting your lip as your channel flexes around him, just begging for more of him. So he returned to his fast rapid pace, Even he could feel his fast approaching orgasm, and it spurred him on. “Touch yourself baby” 

Nodding you reached between your grinding bodies, feeling for your bud, and when you pressed down, you jolted underneath him. “MIKE!” It spiked arousal through you to squirt, and you rolled it around with that pressure you liked so much. “Im there baby, Oh god, Oh god Oh fuck, I hope you are to.” 

“Yea I am” Gritting out, his balls tightening and staggering his thrusts filling you. You started clamping and tightening sharply around him, arching your back and grabbing his shoulders to anchor as you cried out his name, himself following right along, spilling hot jets of thick cum into you, pumping himself harder, till finally he was spent, you were spent, both of you stilling in a collapsed heap. You just lazed underneath him moaning on your bedroom floor, right next to your bed. His body sinking on yours, hot and sweaty, using his elbows to keep himself upright enough to not crush you. 

There was a few moments of silence before Mike lifted his head where he had it resting on your shoulder to catch his breath, looking down at you as you, closed eyed and humming softly in bliss was relaxing. 

“Why is knob head an insult? Shouldnt it be kind of a compliment? Im rather fond of my---” 

You shove at him before he could finish, the both of you laughing and he rose to get up, holding out a hand and getting you up off the floor to, his hands sliding to your hip and dragging your skirt down to step out of it, kissing on your neck and shoulder affectionately. 

“You are a knob head” You ran your hands over his buzzed head, and down the sides of his face to feel the scratch on your palms. Mike nudged you back onto the bed, and flopped down next to you, wrapping you in his arms, spooning you back to his chest. 

“Maybe, but Im your knob head.” He breathed softly against your neck, your hands sliding over his folded over your lower stomach, giggling once more as sleepiness started to close your eyelids. 

“Your right, Love you Knobhead” 

“Love you more Twat” 

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[shadedrose01]

La Vie en Rose

Ship: Parkner (Harley Keener/Peter Parker)

Summary: Parkner, but with The Batchelor, because I said so

Tags: Febufluff, Day 13, bouquet of roses, Roses, the bachelor - Freeform, Harley is the The Bachelor, And Peter is a contestant, Bisexual Harley Keener, I love how thats not even a real tag LMAO, Bisexual Peter Parker, Love at First Sight, First Impressions, Good first impressions, First Impressions Rose, Fluff, Why Did I Write This?, The Author Regrets Everything, Boys In Love, Happily Ever After

Day 13 of Febufluff: "Bouquet of Roses"

Author Note: I'm considering writing a Flower Shop AU as an extra fic for this day if I have time. If that's something you guys want to see, let me know! :)))

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Harley doesnt know why he decided to do this stupid show. He huffs in annoyance as his appointed hair stylist starts playing with his hair again, like the first twenty times she had done it wasn't good enough, trying not to duck away from her hands. Because that would be considered rude, seeing as he chose to be here.

On set. Surrounded by cameras. On the Batchelor, of all shows. Really, why couldn't he have signed up for Survivor, or Big Brother, or something? Why did he have to choose the one where he had to dress up, and put on an act? Why did he have to choose the show about love?

Because he's a hopeless romantic who's been alone for way too long and is started to become extremely desperate? Because he just wants to find the one for him without going through another thousand assholes and heartbreaks? Because he's just trying so hard for people who don't even want him?

His face scrunches up as he glares at the bouquet of roses placed beside him, something he's supposed to give to someone who makes the best first impression or something, ignoring the team around him as they pick at his clothing just it's just right, perfect for the cameras, perfect for his suitors, who are going to be walking through those doors right in front of him in about 2 minutes and give him plastic smile, fake personalities just as he is going to give to them. Because they dont want the real Harley, the nerdy, clumsy guy who stumbles over his words and rambles about the things that he likes, who's normally an introvert and adores his days staying indoors with a good book and a movie, oh no no no. These people, they want the image of Harley Keener, the rich, strong, tall, perfect man who could do no wrong, and who is always romantic, always outgoing, always on.

God, why is he doing this? Why did he decide to do this? He's never going to find anyone real on here, and he's just going to get his heartbroken again, and make a fool of himself, this time it'll just be on live television for everyone in the world to see-

The producers start to count down, and the red light starts to flicker on the cameras, so Harley's plasters on a big, handsome smile, even if he has a sinking feeling in his stomach.

The first person out is a nice woman named Macy. She's pretty, kind and soft spoken, but her smile doesnt reach her eyes, and those very same eyes flicker over Harleys body way too many times as they talk, that when she finally walks away, Barley feels a little frazzled. A little objectified. He feels like he should get used to that.

After that, there's a man named Bryan and another woman named Suzie. They were  both nice people, and both easy on the eyes, but still, there wasn't a connection to either of them, they weren't what Harley was looking for. He didnt know what he was looking for, really, but it wasn't them. At least, Harley didnt know, until another man steps out after Suzie steps away.

Harley looks up, planning to plant another painful grin on to his face until he freezes, his heart stopping in his chest. Woah. His chestnut hair is slicked back, with one stray curl falling into his chocolate brown bambi looking eyes, wide and full of glee and a trace of hope, a wide smile on his face pushing up his thinner lips and lightly freckled cheeks, shining with the faintest hint of makeup. His jaw is so chiseled, and his shoulders are broad, and holy moley Harley cant breathe. He feels weak in the knees, staring at what has to be a Greek God, ethereal in his beauty, and completely missing whatever he just said.

Harley blinks down at him (he's shorter than Harley by a few inches, just his Harley likes it, god is he perfect?), knowing hes gaping at the man who's now staring back at him with a flicker of amusement in his eye, like he knew Harley didnt hear a word he just said. "Uh, I'm sorry, can you repeat that?"

Peter's grin widens, like he confirms his suspicions, and holds out his hand again. "I said," he emphases teasingly, his gorgeous, twinkling eyes full of mirth. "my name is Peter Parker. Nice to meet you."

Harley shakes himself out of his stupor, and shakes the man's hand firmly, confidently. "Harley Keener."

The twinkle in Peter's eye grows. "I know."

'Of course he would know, you're the batchelor, dipshit.' Harley berates himself, wincing a little externally, taking a deep breath and smiling sheepishly, trying to pull himself back together. "Sorry. I'm not normally like this, uh." 'Dont start rambling, dont start rambling,' "What are some things I should know about you?" Harley flinches again at the terrible wording of the phrase he was told to say, but Peter just laughs lightly, apparently taking it all in stride.

"Well," his voice is so soft and silky, and Harley is gone for him, oh no, this is so bad- "I'm 23," 'so we're the same age, that's good, cross that off the list,' "I have a bachelor of Biochemistry at MIT, and going for my Masters soon." 'smart, intelligence is sexy, another checkmark there,', "I'm a dog person, but I love all kinds of animals," 'I've always wanted a dog, check', "and I love going out, but I also enjoy indoor time, just relaxing and doing nothing." 'Check, check, and check, perfect, he's actually perfect, I don't understand, what the heck-'

"What about you?" Peter breaks through his box, still grinning that stunning, toothy grin of his, and normally, Harley would lie, say hes an outgoing guy that loves to go out on the town, say that he loves to go out on dates and go out to parties, anything to sweep them off their feet. But he doesnt want to do that with Peter, doesnt feel like he has to with Peter, so he blurts out the truth before he can think.

"Pretty much everything you said." He chuckles awkwardly, partially dropping his act as he rubs at the back of his neck. "I'm also 23, got a bachelor's in Engineering, work full time, I love animals too, and always wanted to have a dog." Peter's grin softens, turning into a warm smile as he listens that has Harley's heart warbling, making him relax even more. "I love movie days, and am pretty much a really big nerd."

Peter brights at that. "Me too! What's your favorite movie?"

Harley ponders on that for a second, while simultaneously wondering how he's gotten this lucky, 'this stupid show is actually working?' "Probably Indiana Jones, though Star Wars comes in a close second."

"Dude, I love Star Wars! Oh," Peter looks cheeky, his eyes wide and shining with excitement. "Harrison Ford fan?"

Harley can't help but to smile back, Peter's radiating positive energy infectious. "You bet. One of the best actors of our time. Who's your favorite character??"

They keep talking for a while, longer than he normally gets with the contestants, before the crew is ushering Peter away, needing to make time for the others in their busy schedule, and Harley looks over his shoulder, staring after him with warmth unfurling in his chest.

Later that night, everyone gathers together in a large room, cameras still surrounding them, for the Rose Ceremony. Instead of being nervous, uncomfortable and bitter like he was earlier, Harley is stood with his back straight and his head held up high, holding onto the bouquet of roses tightly, knowing exactly who he's going to give them to. Even as Harley meet more and more people, there was only one person that stuck into his mind like glue, filling his almost every thought.

Chris Harrison explains what will happen in the rose ceremony, how it works to the audience, before the cameras pan on to him, expectant and waiting.

Harley takes a deep breath, knowing hes probably going to get some shit for this, but deciding he doesnt really care all that much. "You are all amazing, wonderful people who made good impressions on me. But there was only one person that made me feel relaxed, like I could be myself, and that stuck in my mind for the rest of the night. So, Peter Parker, I give you the First Impressions Rose."

Peter's face lights up as he makes his way to the front, ignore the grumbled or disgusted looks coming from the other contestants, his eyes full of shock, like he didnt expect to get it, and so much gratitude it practically knocks Harley off his feet. Peter gently takes the flowers with a small, quiet "Thank you," his gaze giving away every emotion that his words can't.

"Of course," Harley murmurs back, pressing a quick kiss to his cheek before he turns away again, grinning as he sees the crew start to panic from behind the cameras. Peter flushes so prettily, giving him one last, soft, beautiful smile before turning and walking back to his spot, joy radiating off of him in waves.

Harley just watches him gently, his entire face soft, before he wipes the expression away and goes back to the regularly scheduled program, getting ready to pass out the other roses. But even as he does, he feels Peter's gaze on him, following his every movement, and feels giddy, hopeful, finally feeling like something good is going  to come out of this.

Harley doesn't know it yet, but he ends up proposing to Peter in the finale. They get married a few months later, and go on to become the longest lasting couples in the show's history.

[doctorguilty]

alright here’s how I’d rewrite Infinite and ergo some of the plot points of the games story.. it  got long i got a little carried away lol........................ 

Infinite’s name probably isn’t that before he becomes a tool of destruction thing but I don’t care all that much to name him something else rn 

he also doesn’t have a sword because that’s really not necessary and I don’t know how to make that relevant at all 

forget the mercenary thing because it makes no sense that he was “hired” by eggman and that’s also boring. The jackal squad is a nomadic, robin hood type group that steals from bad folks to help other animal people villages in need 

to make character relationships.. matter a little bit more, OC is a long time childhood friend of Infinite and they still see one another a decent amount despite the jackals moving around

I don’t really care how or why the phantom ruby exists in fact I’m just realizing there’s a huge discontinuity because according to the COMIC it just.. existed arbitrarily like a chaos emerald, but according to the GAME it seems to be something Eggman fabricated, since there’s “prototypes” in play??? hm hm okay you know what I’m feeling ambitious let’s make both make sense. There is one true phantom ruby that exists, eggman finds it, where ever I don’t care. some legend about, this ruby can bring your ultimate fantasies to life! EXCEPT you need to have, idk, a good heart, a heart of gold, to use it and eggman doesnt have that so he can see the illusion of his empire but it wont become reality 

eggman thinks okay well, maybe if I fabricate copies of it I can make a version that will work, which I reckon doesn’t make them “prototypes’ anymore but just, copies, but close enough. however, they still don’t work 

now cut to jackal squad raiding eggman for his cool shit. maybe they catch wind about this whole “bring your fantasies to life” power and want to use it for good and they know eggmans vibes are rancid. in any case the jackals make off with a ruby (a FAKE one uh oh!) but not without infinite losing an eye and gaining one big unsightly scar from a fight w/ eggman and he’s like Shook about that but he’s like hm well at least I stopped that terrible guy from harnessing this power (oh no bitch u thought..) 

of course the jackals dont keep their spoils but WHO ever could be trusted with this legendary gem thing?!? oh none other than You, Original The Character, aka Infinite’s best friend .............. so he gives the ruby to OC and tells them like, idk allegedly this can make ur dreams come true but I don’t know how it works...oh my eye? yeah I sure used to have two of those but dont worry about it, anyway ttyl stay fresh  *saunters off, jackaly* 

because the fake!ruby is.. fake, it just seems to be a dud at first so OC just hangs onto it as a keepsake 

eggman, pissed about his shit getting stolen and worried what could be done with it sends robots out to hunt down infinite, kidnap him, and drag him back to eggman’s base and demand the fake!ruby back. infinite naturally refuses to tell him anything especially at the cost of putting OC in danger, so he’s like, blow it out your ass

eggman is like HAHA WELL U DUMB SHIT you stole a fake anyway and I have the real one right here.. he uses the ruby to suddenly spawn a bunch of robots and infinite braces himself for the attack... except they go right through him because they’re just illusions. eggman is like FUCK !! DAMMIT! WHY WONT THIS SHIT WORK!! Infinite uses eggman’s tantrum time to rush in to snatch the ruby. when infinite touches it as its in eggman’s hand, however, all the illusion robots become “real” (probably conveying this through effects/opacity), taking them both by surprise. infinite is unable to take the ruby before getting hit with a full force attack from a robot 

infinite is incapacitated and eggman grins,  like, inch resting...................... you seem to be able to make the ruby work... I will now use you for malicious purposes >:) (cut to black) 

NOW when Infinite is in the tube, 1) he already has his mask because the scene with him putting it on and monologueing about abandoning his old identity is unnecessary, it’s more symbolic here, 2) he’s amnesic and I know we did that with shadow already and I don’t mean to overuse it, but I think it works well enough in a different way for this story! Shadow had some fragments of memories and an identity crisis, but with Infinite, his memory is completely wiped (or perhaps suppressed?) and his only understanding of himself is that he was “created” to work for eggman. Even MORE importantly! the stakes are raised because of Infinite’s relationship to the OC--Infinite cannot remember them which makes attacking them a lot more heart wrenching ESPECIALLY when we get to a point where OC begins to recognize their brainwashed best friend using one of the (apparently) very same rubies given to OC to try to destroy them with

this also adds more tension to all the scenes where Infinite is taunting and threatening OC on a quite personal , rivalry-like level? Infinite would, over time, begin to get an inexplicable sense of familiarity with OC, which causes him to hesitate and hold back 

oh and as for the fake!ruby, OC does use it to defend himself just like the first time! it ends up being successfully activated because OC shows a strong will to protect the other civilians. if you haven’t caught on to my cheese, both OC and Infinite have hearts of gold and thats why they can use the rubies. eggman is cheating though by fusing Infinite to the ruby and using him as a proxy for his bad will..... and again, coming back to the cheese, Infinite’s heart cannot be changed and he is not truly “evil” so that’s like, how this is working 

I’m way too lazy to fix everything scene by scene because there’s also just SO MUCH wrong with all the other characters and plot but I’m just focusing on fixing Infinite and making him more interesting so I’m skipping to the end..  

I’m not entirely sure how I’d order the bosses and what I’d wanna do with the eggman robot phases  the whole things was a big mess............I kinda wanna go with what I THOUGHT was going to happen after beating up giant robot thing and then that squid robot breaks out??? and I thought it was going to be Infinite cause that would be much more dramatic? So lets go with that---When Eggman says like, well fuck infinite who needs him? i harnessed the power of the ruby into my robot, he means he literally trapped Infinite in it like, wired up and shit to use him like a power generator. fucked up. Infinite breaks out after that phase of the battle, and he’s like, in so much pain and glitched out on overclocked energy he cant even control what he’s doing.... commence TRUE final boss battle (it can still be a tagteam with sonic), and it’s sad and dramatic! OC pleads (or I reckon sonic, maybe the other heroes too since they talk during fights! like since OC doesnt talk) infinite to remember his true self because they dont want to destroy him 

once you’ve depleted his health bar, I’m going to go ahead and use the game’s weird addition of quicktime events to fuel more cheesiness (B/C THIS IS SONIC...WHY DID THEIR “POWER OF FRIENDSHIP” MORAL END ON SUCH A BLAND, UNEMOTIONAL NOTE IN FORCES??? shadow didnt fall to his (alleged) death in sa2 for this..............) and you quicktime OC HUGGING Infinite, like jumping towards him and grabbing him in an embrace type of thing! and when OC makes contact with the ruby, it activates, making all the probably hostile glitchy  battle terrain or whatever dissipate, infinite stops being like.. idk lookin like he’s being electrocuted, and his mask fades away .. exposing Infinite as his true self once again 

the in between the lines intent here, again since OC doesn’t talk, is that OC’s fantasy was to bring Infinite back so they could be together again. you’re welcome to interpret that as romantic, or platonic, it doesn’t matter! it’s open ended! it’s just supposed to be cute!  

idk and then emotional stuff, I’m not entirely sure what it doesn’t really matter the idea is that Infinite is like, remorseful of what happened but everyone ofc forgives him because it’s not his fault , and then he joins up with with everyone to help fix the world! hmm I’m torn between Infinite keeping the true phantom ruby or giving it to the OC, like giving it to the OC makes sense, but for the sake of like, hypothetically bringing Infinite back in a future game and having special powers, it would be perfect if he kept it and that was his thing, he uses the power of virtual reality to help people and fight evil and whatever  

I dont know I guess there’s not a lot of sense in thinking too hard since I just remembered none of this is canon whatsoever and we’re probably not seeing Infinite again unless as a stock evil thing to beat up like metal sonic 8′) 

I have no idea who i wrote this for I guess myself! Idk if anyone else played forces or cares or w/e but! if you DO happen to be someone who read this and cares about it omg well like feel free to! comment and tell me what you think!!!  this was all very stream of thought

[xhuth]

too long dum post about my onions on f/f fan content

last reblog lol thats what so many annoying ppl want out of wuhluhwuh (wooloowoo(wlw)) shit. nothing higher than PG must be soft pure fluffy. “more fluffy!! not enough fluffy!!” shut up

tbh i hate engaging with f/f fan content most of the time bc its usually dumb shit idc about. m/m gets so much more room to be different things and have like. complicated dynamics and shit AND its gay. even if im not attracted to men i much rather read about two of them than a man and a woman most of the time bc hets go against nature [citation: that iconic post about how long men vs how women last in sex proving that homosexuality is what god intended]

but To Be Fair women in a lotta source material (read: shit written by men, which is a lot) are not written well and in a good way that makes me inch rested in them and men are written with so much more depth and interest than women in so much media. and especially less so in their relationships to other women. i put a lot of stock in the source material for shit. so i find myself not caring about many f/f ships because theres rarely a dynamic that has potential so everything is just. pure fan stuff or ooc or whatever. combined with the whole weird uwu culture around f/f making anything that exists not palatable to me. [see: my ao3 f/f bingo chart lmfao] whereas men and their relationship to other men get a lot of room to have nuance. BUT stuff written by women are so often notably better like even making het good. see: beastars, and dorohedoro (from what i hear about it) extra postulating about danganronpa under cut

thinking specifically abt danganronpa here in this post bc current hyper fixation lol. thats why im so into komahina bc theyre both actually interesting characters with a complicated relationship and i love conflict and that shit. but its very popular and theres a lot of content so its also like... availability statistic or w/e and i actually have an opportunity to be picky with content rather than eating any scraps i can find. theres v little (good) f/f bait in dr imo and what there actually is is boring as hell to me and anything that COULD be interesting has little to go off of. dr1, sakuraoi v cute but thats mostly what it is... cute... ppl dont explore the dynamic.  celesgiri seems cool but has little to go off of. dr2, whatever mahiru/hiyokos ship name is idk v straightforward and not too inch resting. ibuki is perfect girl love material but nothing with her feels right or interesting. JUNKO/MIKAN GOOD but everyone is afraid to write that bc its fucked up lol. love tokomaru at least

im not a big v3 fan but it does have much better women at least LOLLL also i follow an artist who genderbends a lot of charas to be f/f and i loves it so fucking much it makes so many more ships palatable. het fuyupeko? disgosting. hate it. awful. put it in the garbage. f/f fuyupeko? oh my god. het saimatsu? meh ok sometimes appealing. f/f saimatsu? incredible. amazing. actually most f/f kaede ships r good she has some fat dyke vibes. and then already good m/m ships are equally good f/f, f!komahina is cool and its nice 2 have those character traits of theirs (being weird and fucked up) expressed in girls who usually do not get to be written that way. Sorry For Talking About Shipping i swear to god my life is not centered around shipping i promise. ok end post. 

[dirtyahs]

Future Mrs. (Rory Monahan x Reader)

hi guys!! this one was requested by @cheerocracyx

I love u girl i hope you enjoy this story!!

Prompts: “Is that my shirt you’re wearing?” + “You’re so pretty.” + “Mine. Only mine.”

Word count: 2,634

Warnings: very slight power play, unprotected sex, i think thats it??

You couldn't help but smile when you caught a glimpse of your ring glittering in the lights of your makeup table, looking down at your hand. You were the future Mrs. Monahan. Rory had proposed about a month ago. It was amazing, he had taken you on a surprise vacation to Hawaii for a whole week, and one night when he had scheduled a private beach dinner for you two, that's when he proposed, right at sunset. It looked like something straight out of one of his movies. His acting career had really taken off in the last several months, and he'd been enjoying spoiling you since. 

Tonight was the premier for "My Roanoke Nightmare," and although Rory had offered to find you a whole styling team, you politely turned down his offer. There was something therapeutic about spending the day doing your hair and makeup by yourself. Although you did let him pick out your dress - frankly, you still weren't exactly sure how to dress for these sorts of things. 

Your eyes returned to your mirror, sliding your flat iron down a piece of your hair, mouthing along to the song you had playing through your speakers. "Hi baby," You heard Rory's voice enter the room, looking at him in your mirror. "Hey! Is that my shirt you're wearing?" He flashed you a toothy grin, and you nodded. You had stolen one of his white and blue baseball shirts and tied it at your waist to fit you, nothing on your legs besides a white thong hugging your hips tightly.

"You put a ring on my finger! That was you silently also handing away all of your clothes." You grinned, spraying your hair with some hairspray, finally finished flat ironing it. Rory walked up behind your chair, hands meeting your shoulders, rubbing them lovingly. "How are you feeling about tonight?" You asked, watching his face in the mirror, each of you illuminated perfectly from the bright lights. 

"I can't wait." He grinned. "Mostly because I finally get to brag to the world that I'm getting married!" He brought his hand up and wiggled his fingers to show off the silver band on his finger. You couldn't help but giggle, making him lean down and press happy kisses all along your cheek. "You're so lucky I haven't done my makeup yet!" You squealed, laughing as his lips tickled you. His kisses slowed and he smiled against your cheek. "Why? I'm going to ruin it later tonight anyways." His tone was cocky and playful, and your cheeks went red. "Excuse me, Mr. Monahan, are you flirting with me?" You teased, reaching one arm up to brush his cheek lightly.

"Maybe I am, but don't tell my fiancee." He winked at you, kissing the top of your head with a smile. "I'll let you finish getting ready. We have to leave by 6:00!" He grinned and you nodded, pressing play on your phone once again when he left. He still gave you butterflies.

A few more hours had passed and you were slipping into your dress. It was dark red, the fabric cinching in at the waist, thin straps, and fairly low cut. It had small maroon glittering studs covering every inch. Rory had been talking about how excited he was to see you in it since the day he had surprised you with it. Your hair was done, long eyelashes were on, and your lips were painted with your favorite nude. You slipped into your tall black heels, looking at yourself in the mirror with a smile. You felt so incredibly confident, and honestly couldn't wait to see all the pictures of you and your soon to be husband on social media. You stepped out of your walk in closet to see Rory looking in his own mirror, straightening out his matching maroon bow tie, his jaw almost visibly dropping when he saw you walk out. "Holy shit!" He turned around to face you, taking a few steps towards you before snaking his arms around your waist. Your cheeks got hot. "(Y/N...)" He started, "You look absolutely amazing." His eyes kept on scanning you up and down. "You're so pretty." He whispered, pressing his lips into yours, pulling your body tighter against his own. He deepened your kiss, forcing a chill down your spine. "Rory, if you keep kissing me like that then we're not going anywhere." You teased him, running your thumb along his cheek, making him smile. "Okay then, let's go." He beamed, "Our car is waiting."

You couldn't manage to wipe the smile off of your face as Rory's hand was wrapped around your waist and you had cameras flashing for you two in every single direction. Every chance Rory had to announce you as his fiancee, he definitely did. Always grabbing your hand to show off the stunning diamond on your finger, pressing a kiss into your cheek. "So, (Y/N), how do you feel about Rory being so close with Ms. Audrey Tindall?" One interviewer asked, raising an eyebrow. Rory had talked to you about this - they'll try to stir up drama for more views. Don't fall for it. "Oh, I love Audrey! I'm so glad that Rory gets along with his cast mates." You grinned, seeing Rory do the same out of the corner of your eye. "It doesn't bother you that she's been named as a flirt?" They kept pressing, you never let your smile falter.

"Flirting is just flirting. I trust Rory with my life and Audrey is such a sweetheart." You stated, "It's been a pleasure." And with that, you grabbed Rory's hand and pulled yourself out of the situation, making your way further down the red carpet. "Your answers were perfect baby." He whispered in your ear, giving your hand a squeeze. You'd hadn't even met Audrey yet. And you'd never heard of her being a flirt on set. But even if she was, your answer was honest; you trusted Rory implicitly. That interview had marked the end of the picture taking red carpet stuff, it was time for the actual event. You were sat at a table with the rest of the cast, finally meeting Audrey in person - you two clicked immediately. She couldn't help but laugh when you told her about the interviewer, "Yeah, they'll try to stir up drama wherever they can. I'm sure Rory told you that, though." She grinned between the two of you. The premier went by quickly, it was mostly just chatting with whoever was at your table, a short trailer for the series, and listening to the directors talk up on stage with the cast and crew behind them. The whole time you were unable to take your eyes off of your fiance. He looked amazing - that goofy little smile on his face, he looked like he was glowing. 

You were sure that you screamed the loudest at every glimpse of his character - you were going to have to tease him about his powdered wig get up when you got home. Soon enough the premier was over, and Rory linked your arm around his, walking you two back out to your car. He'd turned down all the after party offers. 

"We can go out tonight," You looked up at him, "Don't feel obligated to go home just because I'm a little tired." You said, giving his hand a squeeze. "It's not about you, babe. I can't stand looking at you and not being able to rip this dress off." He whispered against your ear, planting a secret kiss on your neck just below your ear, making you shudder in response. He helped you into your car, smiling at you as you two began the drive home.

"Home sweet home." Rory sighed when you two walked through the large front doors. It wasn't long before his hands were wrapped around your hips, pressing you tightly against the doors he had just locked. "I can't explain to you how fuckin' beautiful you look." He said quietly, pressing his lips to yours as if his life depended on it. His hands held you tightly through the soft fabric of your dress as he kissed you hungrily. You tilted your chin up, silently telling him how badly you needed him. His lips traveled to your neck, gliding along it softly, moving to bite at your earlobe. He smirked and turned so you had him against the door. "Let's go upstairs." You smirked at him, kissing him once before kicking your heels off and stepping up the stairs, Rory following close behind, giving your ass a playful smack.

You two made it to the bedroom in record time, accidentally slamming the door behind you. Instantly, your hands were all over each other, you worked at the buttons of his shirt as he pulled at the zipper of your dress, kicking all your clothes to the corner of the room until you two were each left in your underwear. You pushed your hands against his chest, forcing him to fall back onto the bed, immediately crawling over his lap. The excitedness had worn off and you two were both equally desperate for each other. You tangled a hand in his red hair and tugged it back, pressing your lips firmly against his neck, grinding into his growing length that rested between your thighs. He moaned loudly as you sucked a hickey into his neck, knowing you would get shit for it later. But that didn't matter right now. 

You could feel his breath getting more and more shallow as you kissed along his neck and down to his chest, moving down his stomach to play with the waistband of his boxers, ever so slowly sliding them down your legs, making him squirm with desperation. It was a fun little power exchange you two had going on in the bedroom. You threw his boxers to the pile of the rest of your clothes, looking up at him from between his legs, dragging your tongue from the base to the tip of his cock, watching him throw his head back and let out a satisfied groan. 

"I've been waiting for this all night baby girl, don't tease me." He sounded breathless and it only turned you on more to know how badly he needed you. "Mm, or what?" You teased, swirling your tongue around the tip, nails scratching down his stomach. Something about making him feel submissive was such a big turn on for you. He was so dominant and bold in every day life, it was nice to see him let go once in awhile. "Please..." He whimpered, hands moving to hold your hair into a pony tail, getting a good look at your face as you smiled, slowly taking his length into your mouth, teasingly beginning to bob your head up and down over him. He couldn't take his eyes off of you, a few obscenities falling from his lips mixed with quiet praise to you.

"Good girl..." He hissed, thrusting his hips upwards a bit, "You make me feel so good..." His voice was raspy and he picked up his pace, his cock sliding down your throat effortlessly, his moans unrestrained. You let him control your speed for awhile before he pulled you up by your makeshift pony tail, smiling when he heard you gasping now you could finally breathe freely. He leaned up and pushed you onto your back now, taking no time to push your legs up to your chest and holding them there, moving between your thighs and brushing your clit with his tongue - just once. "Hey, you don't get to tease me now." You whined, closing your eyes. He kissed your thighs a few times before returning to your clit - he could never make you beg for very long. He got off on making you feel good. You gasped when he began batting his tongue over your clit quickly, squeezing your legs he still held in place. "Fuck..." You moaned, only encouraging him to go faster. Much sooner than usual, you felt yourself getting close, his tongue working expertly against the little bundle of nerves. 

"Rory I'm gonna-" You mewled, legs twitching involuntarily. You felt him smile slightly against you, moving your legs so they were resting over his shoulders. He didn't slow down though, he only moved harder and faster, desperate to make you cum. And you did, quickly. You arched your back, hands seeking for something to hold on to as that tight coil in your stomach finally burst, making you cry out in ecstasy. Rory helped you ride out your orgasm, not stopping until you were breathless and shaking. He leaned up from between your thighs, that cocky little smile spread across his lips. You couldn't let him stay this cocky though, so before you were even done coming down from your high, you shoved him onto his back, taking his jaw in your hand and straddling his hips. You ground your soaked pussy against his length, quickly forcing his cocky smirk away. You ghosted your lips over his, almost kissing him but not allowing it, making him audibly whimper before leaning up right. You grabbed the base of his cock, holding it steady as you slid down his length, the two of you moaning in unison. Rory's hands tried to move to your hips but you stopped him, grabbing his wrists and pinning them down next to his head. "Don't touch." You hissed, holding him tightly as you began bouncing your hips against his. You knew he could easily over power you, but he loved being dominated as much as you loved doing it. You picked up your pace, riding him quickly. The room was filled with his loud, needy moaning and the sound of your skin hitting his. You were riding him as deep as you could, watching his face twist with pleasure. "How's that pussy feel baby?" You growled, watching as his eyes met yours, jaw hanging open.

"You're so amazing...you feel perfect." He hummed, fists clenching as he got closer and closer.

"Cum inside me." You commanded him, now riding him as quickly as you could, each of you breathing hard. All he did was stare at you with a mix of shock and desperation.

"Did I stutter? I said cum inside me."

You finally released his wrists and leaned back a bit, grinding circles against his hips as he bottomed out inside of you. With this, you felt him finish, his hands attaching to your ass, groping at it roughly as he came inside of you, filling you up, making you moan from the sensation. You two looked at each other, chests heaving. You smiled when he pulled you down on top of him, chests pressing together. One hand came up to play with your hair, sitting in silence for a few minutes as each of you calmed down a bit. You felt him turn his head and you looked up to meet his eyes.

"What, why are you looking at me like that?" You smiled, his eyes looked happy.

"You're going to be my wife in a few months. I just love you so much." He kissed your forehead and pulled you down once again to snuggle into his neck. You felt his breath get even, and yours did too, moments away from sleeping when you heard his sleepy voice, quiet against your hair.

"Mine. Only mine."

And you smiled, cuddling closer into him, his hands tightening around your body. How you got so lucky to end up with him, you weren't sure, but you thanked whatever God there may be for him every day. A few more months and you were going to be Mrs. Monahan.

[tfw-no-tennis]

One Piece Readthru

heyo ive decided its time for me to catch up on the one piece manga finally!! i last read it uhhh sometime late 2018?? MAYBE early 2019....anyways ill be liveblogging it, basically for myself but if anyone is interested then enjoy lol

so w.out further ado hers 927-931 hya 

uh ok i left off kinda in the middle of the wano arc, so im scanning thru some stuff to see what i remember.....i dont really remember what the deal is with that ginger (?) pompadour guy lmao. theres a lot of new characters and intricate politics in this arc from what i remember. 

i havent really gotten spoiled for anything....i know that something bad happens to kid & killer, somethins up w/sabo (but we dont know what), luffy fights kaido (more than once i think?) uhhhhh we get roger flashbacks and hear the yonkous bounties....thats abt all i really know. so im hype to find out what else has gone on....

im gonna start around 927, i defs read this but i want a refresher 

wow its amazing how sanji can oscillate so fast from being unbearable and annoying to like one of my favs

i loveeee the panels where those dudes start trashing sanjis soba stand and usopps like lol lets back up yall we KNOW sanjis boutta kick some righteous ass....YESSS

franky supplexing a guy....ily franky 

toko!!! i forgot abt her!!! cute kid, whats her deal? iirc she works at the uhhh wherever komurasaki works and she almost gets murderized later

sanji and little kids is so cute ;_; more of that and less stuff of him being gross w/women 

ok exposition....i do remember a lot of this

928, i feel like i remember this stuff so ill kinda blow thru it 

oh yeah i remember luffy n the prison shennanigans....good times

and kidds here too, talkin abt how he lost his arm trying to fight shanks...lol dude 

dude is really like oh i couldnt take down shanks, so ill aim for a different yonkou, im sure this will go much better a second time (and down an arm)

omfg i forgot abt this dude who apparently sold his FAMILY to get money for komurasaki....

i think we’re supposed to feel bad for this dude and think komurasaki is cruel or w/e but man honestly i just respect the hustle. girl knows whats up

HVBJSDKFBDS I FORGOT THE HILARIOUS LINE WHERE SHES LIKE ‘I HATE POOR PEOPLE <3′ IM....its literally like a weird twitter shitpost lmaooo

they cut immediately from komurasaki to tama asking momo if he has a sister....LMAO SUBTLE......

i dont even remember if that twist was spoiled for me, but either way it was my like immediate thought upon komurasakis intro lmao 

ok 929!

omg kanjuro selling some-drawn fish lol

OUGHHH CARROT AND THE OTHER MINKS....i miss carrot sm i hope she shows up more :( i really wish she would join the crew....

lmao that guy calling zoro a pretty boy and saying girls are probably all over him....zoros like uh ew no im gay 

OOOH PLOT SHITTTTT....caesar and doflamingo name drops...

VEGAPUNK HM [eyes emojiey]

orochis defs gonna get fucked up at some point. his design reminds me of wapol and other like corrupt king archetypes 

oguhfdbsjkgjdfbh laws head basket i forgot abt that. also i love when people call him traffy thats weirdly cute 

oh right the other supernovas who became kaidous bitches are here to fight...i recall that fight somewhat 

920 time! 

oh yeah the weird place where all the poor starving people laugh constantly...inch resting

OHH YEAH BIG MOM!!! man i definitely read a lot further than this lmao. w/e i was SO fucking hype when she showed up, imo the whole amnesia thing is pretty lame. we’ll see where it goes tho 

the art here is just so good oh man. the panel of big moms ship charging up the waterfall while she laughs? fantastic 

EPIC arrival. i hope big mom gets to do cool stuff even despite the impending amnesia

i ALSO hope her kids get to do cool shit too. im still holding out for a zoro vs amande battle (if shes even there? i dont see her, but thatd be such a waste)...and smoothie vs robin....

and she wants zeus back....NAMI FIGHT??? PLEASE???

oh its bdsm dinosaur guy....hmm never thought id type that

LMAOOOO law is like Dont You Dare Fucking Snitch On Us and usopp is like uh luffy pls come pick me up this guy is too hardcore

FINAL BATTLE thats so dramatic law please

sanji saying he’ll protect usopp omfg

oooh theyre destorying all the soba shops....here comes sanji to bring the PAIN

OMFG THE RAID SUIT i forgot he busts that out....hilariously quickly all things considered

931! ok but first my obligatory thots on how sad i am abt how the women of op look nowadays lmao revisiting old one piece just makes it all the more obvious how ridiculous its gotten....like nami and robin dont even look human, its insane, and the sameface has gotten so bad...idk i miss when op women used to look normal and could just exist without being Sexy Women bc that was a thing at the beginning and i really loved that...now its just like wow all titty no waist legs are 100x longer than normal....not to mention the writing for women in op has gone way downhill...ugh. ANYWAYS onward 

ofc as soon as i say that theres a rlly cute and p normal looking cover w/nami...i love her sm shes my fav character thats part of the reason this bothers me so much lol 

i miss her short hair tho...the long hair is pretty and i like her different hairstyles but i defs prefer the short spunky look. i wish she wouldve gotten a cool bellmere-esque haircut after the timeskip at least

ok im p sure i didnt read this...? i dont remember hgbvhjaksdfk

GERMA THEME SONG HBVJSDUIFJBSF are you telling me that the raid suit activation process involves a THEME SONG....please i need to hear this. thats so fuckign funny

‘GERMAAAAAAAAAAA’ [sanji doing an unironic magical girl transformation] IT CANT BE OVERSTATED HOW HILARIOUS AND AMAZING THIS IS LMAOOOOOO 

i think we saw this w/his siblings during whole cake but i forget lmao

of course franky and usopp are like OOOH FUCK YEAH 

HHBDSJKFJSB the implications of law knowing Exactly who that is....like i really need to see an omake of a campy power rangers/sentai/whatever-esque show/comic with all these germa personas omfgggggggg

and law having read the comics is SO funny 

also. sanjis hair is SO unfortunate lmaooo

O SOBA MASK HBVHSJDKUFJBDSK

germa was the bad guy group in the comics....good lmao 

law was defs a fan he knows ALL the lore LMAOOO

A BABY SANJI....and then sanji being weird. skip! 

ironic hows theyre like oh shit gotta challenge this dude so he doesnt destroy the town and their fight is gonna level the place anyways lmao 

oh i did read this i think cause i remember all those ninja busting robin for sneaking around

which ok theyre ninja but robin could grow eyes for surveillance so it doesnt make much sense that shed be caught so easily...alas

THAT GUYS HEAD HBVHJFKD LMAO

oh yeah then big mom washes up w/amnesia lmao. i hope that plotline doesnt suck, i dont have too much hope...normally i really like amnesia plotlines and honestly i think itd be cool to explore w/like one of the strawhats but in this case it just seems kinda like a lazy way to take big mom out of the game :/ my prediction is she’ll get her memory back at a certain time thats convenient to the plot, just in time for like an all out war w/kaidou and the straw hats and the yakuza maybe? we shall see (possibly) 

ok its past 6 am so its bedtime. more later! 

[roseamongroses]

Antithesis (6): “...”

Summary: For their Junior project, Roman is unceremoniously paired with Dmitri.

He’s hardly interacted with the guy, a strange occurrence since Virgil has had a weird/unexplained hate-hate relationship with him since middle-school. But it isn’t like he’s complaining. Dmitri’s cute, he compliments Roman, and damn can he paint.So Roman may or may not catch feelings, and he may not be wiling to uncatch them anytime soon.–Dmitri returns the sentiment.

[General Warnings:] Misgendering, Past Misgendering, Past Bullying, Mild Sexual Content,  implied emotional abuse, Cursing [Tags/mood:] highschool au, project troupe, fluff and angst but its all good, chat fic, teen stress, its flordia no snow we die like men [Pairing:] Roceit (Roman Sanders/ Deceit Sanders), hinted future/possible logince/roloceit/loceit [Characters] Roman Sanders/Deceit (Dmitri) Sanders, Virgil Sanders, Logan Sanders, Patton Sanders, Remy (Sleep) Sanders, Nate Sanders, Dragon Witch (Diana)

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WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou: Dm you up for this weekend

WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou: Bro diane’s gunna be mad if you don’t

WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou: wow you really playing with fire

WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou: You still mad about that?

WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou:Fuck dude it's literally not that big of a deal??cmon it's not fun unless youre there to piss off

WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou: and dont just say it's cause youre stufying/ doing work cause thats bs, your just fcking around with that dude

WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou: it's been a straight up semester cmon

WhyHaventIFuckinBlockedYou: dmitri?

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Dmitri scanned the bustle of the afterschool crowd, the dismissal bell still ringing in his ears. With the grace one would expect from a gangly teen, he caught up to the flash of red as easy as one with expect. Only a couple people scowled.

“Roman,” He said breathless, slowing to match their pace, “You free for valentines?”

Roman shifted the bag on his shoulder, “It’s still January, Dee,” He said, bemused, but eyes tired.

“Uh, well,” He glanced away, “Are you free though?”

“Well perhaps if I ask my secretary to reschedule th-” He blinked hard, nearly stumbling into a kid lugging a trombone case, “Fuck, I forgot,”

Dmitri’s eyebrow’s drew together with a frown, “Forgot what?”

“I,” He winched, “I fuckin forgot, every year we take my Mom out to dinner for valentine’s day, “ he said, voice adopting a somber tone, “It’s her wedding anniversary and god-- I’m a dumbass how did I forget-- sorry.”

“Roman, you’re not a dumbass,” Dmitri said, “A dumbass sure, but not a dumbass,”

“That actually makes no sense, I applaud you,” Roman rolled his eyes, mouth still pinched. They stopped to sit on the short brick wall lining the sidewalks to the parking lot, so Roman can wait for his ride.

Roman took the chance to groan into his hands.

Glancing around to see no administrators around that would care about a little PDA, Dmitri draped his around around Roman’s shoulders, pulling him into his chest with little protest.

“Hey are you…?”

Roman voice was muffled, him refusing to look up.

“Roman you aren’t stupid,” Dmitri said, softer, “Roman,” he pushed back Roman’s hair, searching their face. Roman blinked fast, eyebags blending effortlessly into his makeup.

“I fuckin forgot Dee, how is that not stupid.” Roman said, sour, “First I mixed up the deadlines, and just had to slack off, and now I’m behind. To top it all off, I’m a shit son. ”

“You’re doing your best and your grades can afford a hit, ”

“I could do better though,” Roman stressed, looking increasingly desperate, “And I shouldn’t deal with hits, I never see Logan deal with-” He shut his mouth, eyes bright and wide, “Forget that, It’s nothing.”

Dmitri studied him, “You don’t think it's fair.”

“That’s, that’s--” Roman sputtered, “That’s not what I said Dee, it's fair, he’s earned it.”

“He has earned it,” Dmitri agreed, “That doesn’t mean you don’t want it too.”

Roman squinted at that, “Y’know, maybe you getting into philosophy wasn’t such a good idea,” He mumbled, “I expect kisses, not accurate call out posts.”

“So, I’m right?” Dmitri laughed, pinching Roman’s cheek, much to their distress, “You know, you both are in mostly the same classes, it wouldn’t be strange to ask him to help you out and vice versa?” he idly suggested, “Y’all both are ride and die, so it’d be mutually beneficial.”

Roman patted his face with a pout, “No,” he sniffed.

“Why not, you’re friends, aren’t you?”

“Yeah, but he’s closer with Virgil then he is with me, “ Roman shrugged, “Otherwise I think we’d eat each other alive before sophomore year,” he then added, a bit quieter, “So I doubt he’d want to put up with me anymore then he has to.”

“I don’t think that’d be the case,” Dmitri said, “Teaching’s a form of studying, so It’s not like he’d be wasting time.” Someone shouted Roman’s name, and he looked up, finding Remy gesturing to the car that he assumed Virgil was already in. Roman shouldered his bag, “Maybe...I’ll talk to him,” He said, kissing Dmitri’s cheek and hopping to his feet.

“Oh and try to get some fucking rest,” Dmitri called out, grabbing his own keys.

“Sure, sure, sure, ” Roman called back with a wave.

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Theactualdragonthatistillhaventblocked: bitchhhhhhhh

Theactualdragonthatistillhaventblocked: wtf dmitri? Can you take that stick up your ass out for one second??it wasnt even about you??

Theactualdragonthatistillhaventblocked: everybody's so sensitive nowadays fuckin hell??dude you missed my birthday. It shouldn't be that deep we've been friends for years??

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Dmitri carefully gathered his freshly snipped roses into the vase, a small smile on his face. Roman had painted the vase earlier that week, the swirling blues and yellows of A Starry Night effortlessly covering up the vase’s cracked and abused exterior. All that was needed was the flowers, which Dmitri graciously volunteered.

He stood, tucking a smaller flower in his front pocket before brushing the dirt from his jeans As soon as he opened the screen door, he froze.

“Dmitri, get in here, we have company!” His aunt called from the other room. Sighing he readjusted the vase in his arms, thoughtlessly following her voice to the living room with a tight lipped smile.

His smile became painted as he realized who the company was, “Diana,” he greeted, her blue eyes narrowing on him pleasantly from behind her tea-cup.

“You didn’t tell me that red-head was Diana?” His aunt faux whispered, her hair piled limply on top of her head, lips a cherry red, and nails done, and she looked genuinely pleased to see him despite being covered in dirt and probably making tracks on her carpet. She must’ve made up with her boyfriend.

Diana batted her eyes pleasantly, “Oh he didn’t tell you?” She said, and his blood ran cold, “ We have a date today, but I guess he was embarrassed,” she leaned in close to hisaunt, “Afterall I had to make the plans, he is rather shy.” His aunt frowned at that, “Poor boy doesn’t have a proper father -figure,” she shook her head, “He was a… crier… when he was younger.” she finished, distaste clear.

It took more effort then he should’ve have to not retort with ‘he doesn’t have a proper mother figure,’ either, but he likes his evenings scream free.

Diana took that time to finish her tea cup, “But don’t worry ma’am, we’ll have a good time,” She stood, slinking to his side, too close for comfort, her arms linking with his.

“Hopefully not too good of a time,” His aunt winked, as Diana none too gently dragged him out the door. As soon as the door slammed behind him, Dmitri yanked his arm from her hold, readjusting his grip on the vase.

“What the fuck, Dmitri?” She spat, face inches from his, “You missed, my birthday, my birthday.”

“What do you want?” he said.

“I want a fuckin’ explaination,” She scowled, looking him up and down, “We want our friend back, not acting pissy and giving us the silent treatment of all things.”

“We?” Dmitri raised his eyebrow, “Nate isn’t even here.”

“Don’t be a smartass, he’s at work, I think. It's Nate, so who knows,” She flipped her hair, “Plus his heart’s too weak for direct action.”

“You mean invading my house?” Dmitri said, irritation rising, “Or perhaps your direct action was quite literally bullying Emile out of our school? You know, Emile who gave you his shoes because you stepped in dog shit, the Emile who baked us cookies for our birthdays? Ring a bell?”

“Your little girlfriend could never take a joke,” She scowled, before insisting, “It was just a joke!”

“It was not a joke,” Dmitri hissed, “You guys tried to fuck over him over for whatever god-awful reason and just laughed at the results.”

“Sure, fine, we’re bullies,” She shrugged, face pinched, “But you were there too, so pull that stick out your ass. You laughed when we laughed, hell, you don’t even defend yourself.”

“I-”

“‘I’ what? Sure you came out , introduced your little ‘boyfriend,” she bared her teeth, “But you still let that woman walk all over you, still smiled to our faces, then went to bitch about it elsewhere like we didn’t exist. You always fuckin cared more about little Emile, right? Right?” Diana’s voice was strangled, blinking rapidly, “Don't even bother to tell me to fuck off, just don’t. I get the message,”

She turned around, stiff, “You’re a two-faced bitch, Dmitri. ”

Dmitri didn’t say anything to that.

He never does.

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I love you (oneshot)

Title: I love you (oneshot) Paring : Bucky x Reader Summary: A bomb goes off and you are injured in the blast. word count: 1,797 warnings: character death A/N : Sorry this one is a downer, I was feeling a bit sad when I wrote this, I may go back and edit this later or I may delete this. I am not sure if I like it.

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The air was gray, smoke and dust filled your lugs as you tired to breath. Your eyes flung open and tears began to fill your eyes. High pitched ringing screamed in your ears and head as you tried to keep your balance. The world was spinning and your adrenaline was high making your body numb. You tried to look around the room, everything was a mess. Shattered glass all over the floor, broken lights hanging from the ceiling, and papers everywhere. The sun shines though the windows illuminating the cloud of dust that was slowly falling to the ground.

The explosion was massive, you didn’t have much time to react. You still had a few minutes, at least thats what it said on the detonator, that psycho must have been a little too trigger happy. He set off the bomb early, the negotiations must had gone south. You were laying on the floor near an over turned desk. Propping yourself up on your elbows you sat up and began to cough. Your throat stung, and you pulled your sleeve up to your mouth to try and stop from inhaling the particles in the air.

You grabbed onto a chair to support your weight and slowly hoisted yourself up so that you were standing. You began looking around the room, the damage was much worse than you thought. Your mind was spinning, your legs buckled and you wiped some tears that were building up in your burning eyes. Hearing muffled screaming you looked to the doorway at the other side of the room and saw Bucky enter. He seemed to be unscathed from the explosion. His hair that was pulled back into a bun was now hanging down to his shoulders. He was covered in dust and had some tears on his clothes but other than that he seemed to be okay.

“Hey, you okay?” he asked as he quickly made his way over to you hoping over furniture that was in his way. He tapped the side of your arm lightly and his eyes roamed your face.

“Yea…I think so…you?” your voice was horse and raspy. He just let out and angry sigh and let go, taking a few steps to the side scanning the room. “I couldn’t get to him. I almost had him. He knew the entire time, he knew I was coming for him so he set it off early.” his voice was angry. Bucky walked over to a table and kicked it over and screamed in annoyance, you flinched and took a deep breath in. He tensed up and put his hands on his hips, back facing you. “Its not your fault Buck, he played all of us. All that matters is that we evacuated the building and no one got hurt.” you tried to reassure him. “Damn it” he said a little louder. He was irritated and he had every right to be. Both of you hadn’t gotten much sleep last night, then you were called in for an emergency meeting in the morning. An man named Gerard Watkins had taken a group of people hostage and threatened to blow them all up and the Avengers were sent to intervene. You were sent to rescue the hostages, Steve tried to negotiate and Bucky went to out flank him. You got the hostages out of the building safe and sound and the rest of the team made sure the building was evacuated.

You body was slowly beginning to burn and you wiped your forehead with the back of your hand. “Bucky lets get out of here” You said turning towards the door. “Hey!” you hear him shout and you stop in your tracks. “Stop.” He shuffles over to you and you turn toward him. “What?” you ask. With one arm he grabs onto your shoulder and with the other he grabs the side of your jacket and looks down. His eyes widen and he inches closer to you. You squint your eyes in confusion and look down to see a large pieces of glass sticking out of your stomach. “Oh, that’s not good” you said in a breathy whisper. “shit…” you hear him mumble. Bucky was scared, all the anger that he just had was now replaced with confusion and fear. Suddenly your legs gave way and you felt your body weigh crashing down to the floor. Bucky was quick to catch you in his arms. With one arm was supporting your weight and the other was roaming your back he checks for any other injuries. You were beginning to feel it now, pain shot though your stomach. Hot blood was seeping out of your wound and staining your shirt. With your head resting on Bucky shoulder you could hear him trying to control his breathing. He grabbed you and pulled your body back and gently laid you down on the carpet. You sucked air though your teeth and your fingers brushed over a sharp piece of glass protruding from your side. “No! Don’t pull it out. You will bleed out.” He grabbed your hand and pulled it away. “What about Gerard?” you asked. “He is not my number one priority right now, you are. I am gunna get you out of here alright?” he was trying to remain calm. He pulled you up and hooked his arm under your knees and the other holding you to his chest. “Hold on to me.” he instructed. You wrapped your arms around his neck, he stood up and you screamed in pain.

He ran out of the room and down the hall as fast as he could with you in his arms. Your breathing was becoming frantic as panic was beginning to set it. Bucky began towards the steps and kicked the door open with his foot and started down. As he began down the steps the building suddenly shook and he knelt down on the stairs and covered you with his body shielding you. Your grip tightened and you buried your head to his chest. Rubble began to fall from the ceiling and he squeezed his arms higher around your body. “Another explosion just went off on the east end of the building!” you hear Steve’s voice coming though your communication device. “Oh god” you breath out and gasp for air. Bucky picks up his com and holds it to his lips. “Y/N was injured in the blast and I need a medic on stand by.” “Whats your position?” Sam asks “We are on the north stairwell, I am bringing her down now.” “Copy that.” The rumbling stops and Bucky picks you up again and races down the steps. You were beginning to feel sick and your eye lids felt heavy, your grip around his neck loosened. “Hey hey, stay with me alright?” he pulled you in closer to him feeling you slip. “Buck…I feel…tired” you gasped. “You need to stay awake for me. Y/N, stay awake. Talk to me. Just keep talking.” You went silent for a second, trying to come up with something to say. Anything. Anything to distract you. “Do…you remember our first date? You… took me to that little Italian restaurant?” you managed to say. “Yea, I remember.” he said quickly. “You asked me if I liked my dinner and I told you that I did….But I lied…my food wasn’t really great, but I didn’t want to tell you because you liked that restaurant.” “Wow, that hurts doll” he teased. “That was…that was also the first time that you told me..that you loved me” you voiced cracked. He huffed in amusement and you felt his metal fingers grip you harder. “Yea?” “…uh…hu.” “I love you, Y/N. We’re gunna be alright.”

Bucky rounded a corner and passed a large glass window which was shattered from the blast. Your head began to fall down his shoulder and your hair hit the cold breeze that was blowing inside. The sun was shining though and you could see snowflakes falling from the sky. The city was so beautiful and suddenly you felt at peace.

You body was no longer hurting and you could no longer feel the pain. Warm, you felt warm. Heat was radiating off of Bucky as he held you close. There was no other place were you would rather be than in his arms. “You and me, we are going to be just fine.” he says leaning close to you. As you walked further and further away from the window your vision began to blur. You felt your self slipping. “Stay with me Y/N. I got you. I love you.” Bucky’s voice echoes though your head. You smile and close your eyes. Bucky exited the building with you pressed to his chest. He adjusted you in his arms and stepped around some burning cars and ran though the smoke. Steve and Sam stood in front of the building waiting for Bucky. “Is that them?” Sam asked. “Buck!” Steve yelled as they both ran over to the both of you. “I got her, I got her.” Steve took your limp body out of his arms and Sam grabbed Bucky and as he fell to his knees. Steve placed you on your back and sat down next to you, he took off his mask and leaned down putting his ear to your chest. He sat back up and put his hand over your mouth feeling for your breath. Bucky was hunched over rapidly breathing from carrying you down a couple dozen flights of stairs. Sam had his hand on Bucky’s shoulder calming him down. “Help her!” Bucky said to Sam out of breath, pointing to you. Sam looked back at Steve. Steve took his hand off of your face and turned to Sam and shook his head.   “How is she?” Buck panted. “She’s gone, Barnes.” Sam whispered. “No, no. She’s not gone.” Bucky leaned over. “No she’s not. She’s not gone!” Bucky shot up to look and looked at Steve who was sitting next to your body. “Steve, tell me she’s alright. Please.” he pleaded. “Buck, she’s gone. I’m sorry.” Steve said calmly. Tears streamed down Bucky’s face as he looked at his best friend. Steve stood up and backed away as Bucky broke free from Sam’s grasp and crawled over to you. With trembling hands he reached down to your face and tucked some stray hairs out of your face. He picked your body up and buried his head into the crock of your neck. Doctors came running to meet Steve and Sam but Steve stopped them and shook his head. “Oh god Y/N. I’m sorry. I love you so much, I’m so sorry.”

“I love you.”

[friendzenn]

Newsies at the Muny

So, I have had the amazing opportunity to see Newsies at the Muny this week. This show is incredible, but its so impressive because the cast had ten days to rehearse/learn lines before opening night. so heres some things that i noticed that are different from the broadway productions/things i just really liked.

Here’s a picture of the two set pieces they used a lot-when they’re pushed together, they were the lodging house.

in the opening song, you can see the rest of the newsies sleeping against the poles on the bottom level while Jack and Crutchie sing.

Danny Quadrino playing Crutchie again was so amazing because he already has such a thorough grasp on the character-the ‘watch me run’ was so giddy, but directly after that he looked so sad, not only in his face but his body language made him look just…dejected i guess.

when Crutchie went down when the circulation gates opened for the first time, immediately someone (i can’t remember who) grabbed him and helped him to his feet

Les was picked up so much by everyone throughout the show-the first time being when Jack strikes his deal with him, Jay picked up Gabe and stood him on the wagon so Gabe was taller than him. 

Les didn’t look to Davey for confirmation when Jack said ‘60/40′, he just made the deal himself

LES WAS LIMPING, COUGHING, AND BEING AN ALL-AROUND LITTLE SHIT TO SELL THAT LAST PAPE I LOVE HIM

instead of sounding scared on ‘is that the guy you’re meetin’?’, this Les just sounded curious, like he wanted to know what Jack was going to do

on ‘not even me, Miss Medda?’, Jay leaned over the railing and put his arms out from his sides and it was adorable

in That’s Rich (first of all Ta’rea was incredible), Les was sitting on his heels at the side of the backdrop, but kept on inching closer as the song went on

I Never Planned On You/Don’t Come A-Knocking started in the box, but Katherine moved down to stage level to watch the show from backstage, and that’s where Jack started to draw her

the line ‘they was coronas’ didn’t sound like Race was defending himself, but like he was bragging about the fact that he got coronas

after Les said ‘we got a father, too!’, one of the newsies (damon is the actor’s name, i don’t know which newsie he played) gave him a little bow

instead of writing STRIKE on the heading board, Jack wiped the chalk dust away to form the word

on ‘whaddya call these guys?’, i heard one of the guys do a sing-song ‘hellooooo’

World Will Know was just…so good

at one point in Watch What Happens, Katherine was on a wheeling chair and she pushed herself away from her desk her desk was center stage and she made it to halfway off stage on stage right i was impressed 

Seize the Day was so good

the papers were really different-instead of individual papers, they had them in stacks. There was a little bit where Les was jumping from stack to stack after each newsie dropped their stack in front of him…the noise was pretty loud

Les got picked up several times

the fighting was really good-so much was happening at once

So i realized that Morris was the one to grab Crutchie first because he yelled ‘hey Oscar, look what I got’, and then one of the Delancy brothers yelled up to Jack basically the same thing which was ‘heyya jack, lookit what we got’

Danny Quadrino’s yelling ‘jack’ broke my heart, and so did Jay yelling back ‘crutchie’ in the most desperate of voices

after crutchie was arrested, some newsies ran back onstage being chased by one or two of the strike-breakers. they looked absolutely terrified 

Santa Fe almost made me cry

Act 2!!!

King of New York was so. good

each newsie got his own pape, bc katherine didn’t just bring one, she brought an ENTIRE STACK

they didn’t start tapping until after the whole ‘lets get drunk’ bit, meaning that you couldn’t hear the taps because they hadn’t turned the stage mics on yet

on ‘barbershop haircut that costs a quarter’ the actor took off his hat and shook his hair (he had fairly long hair)

THEY MOVED THE TABLES DURING THE SONG-they were the same configuration as the broadway production at the start (one in the middle and straight and two others, one on the left and the other on the right, slanted a little) but then they moved them to all be pushed together like one long table

also on the right and left sides they had Muny teens tapping alongside the cast it was great

LETTER FROM THE REFUGE MADE ME CRY OKAY

danny quadrino is amazing and my heart hurts

also i have made several friends cry with my stupid analyzing of that song but i won’t put it here to save y'all from that

jack angstily painting is me okay y'all

the Pulitzer cartoon wasn’t a foot, but a hand pushing down on the newsies

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the ‘and i got a date!’ line was delivered so perfectly oh my lord

during the scene change, they closed the front picture-like thing the Muny has for every production, and Les, Jack, and Davey all went behind it but Katherine was pulled to stay in front of it by Pulitzer

‘which one gives us more in common?’ got a round of applause

there was such a gasp from the audience when Pulitzer said ‘my daughter’

in brooklyn’s here, about four boys started at far stage left before a spotlight hit about 17 guys that were house right-the four guys met up with them and they traveled across the house before stopping at house left for the whole ‘borough what gave me birth’ bit, before going down an aisle to get back to the stage

at the rally there was the entire cast of newsies, plus Muny teens and kids.

when jack went to stage right to get his money, it was thrown on the ground for him to pick up

when Les saw the money, he put his arms out and looked really upset. Davey just looked dejected before pushing Les away

when katherine kissed jack, it got a whoop from someone in the free seats

something to believe in sounded soooo good. also at the end, the set piece they were on spun to the back (bc the Muny has something similar to what hamilton does-a floor that can spin) and they were kissing until they stopped moving again

ONCE AND FOR ALL WAS AMAZING AND LET ME TELL YOU WHY

they did the toss thing and it was great

so they each got their papes, right? and they all headed to the top of that set piece above to sing

on ‘this is for kids shining shoes in the street with no shoes on their feet every day’, the kids who you can kind of see on the bottom of that set piece in the picture started to walk forward, oldest first. they all walked with their heads cast downwards

on ‘ten thousand kids in the square’, the lights went up and all the kids snapped their heads up from their feet

then, they all crouched/squatted/sat on ‘joe, you is gonna play fair, once and for all’

the cast that was on the set made their way down and as the whole  ‘there’s change coming once and for all. you’re getting too old, too weak to keep holding on’ thing started, they each handed a pape to a kid on the ground (each handed out like two or three)

as each kid got their pape, they would read it, and stand up with their fist in the air

on the last chord, everyone punched their fist in the air

also none of the teens/kids sang during Once and For All, it was all the cast/offstage singers

‘he doesn’t do happiness, does he?’ was SO WELL-DELIVERED

jay’s impression on ‘its a compromise we can all live with’ wasn’t as harsh as corey’s, but it was spot-on with how Davis Gaines had said the line earlier

LOOK AT THESE SIGNS THEY HAD

when crutchie came back there was so much celebrating

also jack and crutchie had the BEST HUG IVE EVER SEEN I LOVE THEM    

crutchie giving snyder handcuffs was amazing i loved it

LOOK AT THEM DURING FINALE

and now here’s some pics of the cast being goofballs backstage/bowing

i love jack sippel he’s great

thats during king of new york btw

in conclusion, newsies at the Muny was amazing and if they don’t do it again in a few years and have the show go for 10 days instead of 7 i will fight

also its like 2 in the morning. i started writing this at like 11:30. what.

[incrediblysincere]

[with a fake moustache] yes hello, it is i, uh, anonymous. uh. so. that post with questions about ur gf... how about uh. all of them

1:  what color is her hair?

Brown but she sometimes dyes it red!

2:  what color are her eyes?

Brownish green and beautiful

3:  how old is she?

20!!

4:  how did you meet?

thru a skype group with friends babyeyyyy

5:  is she ticklish?

the most ticklish…. like i can flutter my eyelashes against her face and she’ll have a heart attack

6:  what’s her favorite song / band?

i dont think she has one :0

7:  what’s her favorite movie?

UMM this is a good question i know she likes star wars and muppet treasure island

8:  what’s her favorite book?

also a good question she has told me about a lot uhhh... i dont know i think shes like me and has read so many books she cant pick a favourite

9:  what’s her favorite tv show?

star trek or osomatsu-san maybe

10:  who is her celebrity crush?

me… just kidding i dont know probably every pretty woman (mood)

11:  does she have any pets? Are there any pets she wants? 

she has 2 cats!! she probabyl wants… more cats

12:  what’s a song that reminds you of her?

like a shit-ton my dude, i have a whole playlist of them. she keeps me warm is a lesbian classic though

13:  does she play any sports?

sports? in this economy? (no shes gay)

14:  what are your favorite things about her (physically) ?

um shes fuckin stunning?? she has really soft hair and skin thats like, almost translucent in places (that isnt a roast babe i love it) and adorable freckles and big doe eyes and the shape of her lips and the way she looks when shes wears glasses and her hands are small in a perfectly holdable way and her stomach and thighs have just a bit of fat so theyre soft and beautiful and shes so lovely and pretty and i love it  

15:  what are your favorite things about her (personality wise) ? 

shes so funny, she has a great sense of humour and makes me laugh and she’s really generous, she helps people whenever she can and shes kind and so optimistic and even in the darkest moments she can find humour… shes passionate about what she loves and shares that with other people, and she’s stubborn and tough and creative and beautiful inside and out and i love her so fucking much

16:  how does she dress?

very gay… she lives in ireland so lots of coats and jackets naturally, wears her beanie a lot, and of course hoodies (and she has a tank top im fucking gay for)… dare i say icon?

17:  what was your first date (ideal first date if she’s just a crush)

i mean we are long distance so our first technical date would have been when i first went to ireland? i guess the first or second day when she showed me around her town and we got breakfast

18:  what’s a tiny detail about her that she doesn’t realize you’ve noticed?

well i think she knows i know the irish-isms she uses (like, grand) i don’t know if she knows ive noticed the shape of her lips… i mean its something i tend to notice but its so delicate, and good and beautiful, and kissable

19:  what are her talents?

art?? she’s so good at art and always has unique ideas about character design, the same with writing, she’s such a good writer and i love the way she writes characters and describes things and she’s great

20:  write a tiny poem about her

when the sky is changing colours for you

it’s dark for me

but i don’t worry because even on this side of the world

you are in my thoughts

keeping them golden

(this sucks oops)

21:  Does she have a tumblr?

ya its @galioverkill go follow her

22:  what type of things make her laugh?

uh me, hopefully?? no she likes weird humour, mcelroys, and the like.

23:  what’s her star sign? Are you compatible according to astrology? 

shes leo and uhh

“As two fire signs, one of them fixed and one of them mutable, Leo and Sagittarius share a warm love for each other. When they start dating, their sexual relationship might come as a surprise for both of them, for they will feel liberated to be exactly who they are with each other.“

nice

24:  what’s some place she’s always wanted to travel?

i kno she wants to go to california and probably will and maybe i will be able to join her !!

25:  what’s something she’s super interested in? 

Dungeons and Dragons!! We are in a campaign togethre and its rly fun

26:  when did you realize you loved her?

oh man... our 2 year anniversary was about a month ago so it had to be about 2 years ago. i cant say exactly when but i know just the fact that she made me so happy and made me laugh... it was probably in dec/january of 2015/16 ish

27:  what’s her favorite food?

she really likes rare steak withe pepper sauce and actually she got me into eating steak lol...

28:  what’s a food she hates?

wine... sorry babe

29:  what’s her hogwarts house?

iirc ravenclaw but she thinks shes a slytherin

30:  is she more Earth, water, air, or fire?

she makes me think of fire mostly!!! but also some earth

31:  what’s something that makes her angry?

homophobes, uhhhh her dad sometimes i think... the usual kinds of things but she doesnt get angry often!!

32:  is she taller or shorter than you?

taller... by like 1 inch

34:  what’s her name

Gali (im not gonna drop her real name here)  

35:  what’s her aesthetic?

cracking fires, warm houses in the snow, cozy blankets, hot cocoa, holding hands, pale skin, cats, snowflakes on eyelashes, warmth.

36:  what’s the first present you bought her/ plan on buying for her

im trying to remember... it was probably either a pokemon plushie or a video game... (first thing she bought me was undertale before we were dating and o boy i was gay)

37:  is she an early bird or a night owl?

night owl (GO TO SLEEP)

38:  what about her do you brag the most about?

probably how cute she is... becuase... shes really cute

39:  is there any accessories she always wears/ brings with her?

she always wears her tree necklace and the half of a heart necklace i gave her and in winter her beanie

40:  is she a vegetarian?

see the “favourite food” question... (no.)

41:  what’s her favorite subject in school?

i dont know if she had one in school but in college it was probably her uhhhh... digital... something... sorry babe i forget but i know there was one you liked?

42:  what highschool cliche does she fit best (think that scene in mean girls) ?

nerd... listen. its true

43:  how long have you been dating/ crushing 

over 2 years!!

44:  describe her laugh 

adorable??? giggly?? its best when u tickle her

45:  does she wear makeup?

no lol (mood) we’re both lazy gnc thots

46:  what’s her favorite art medium? 

ummm she likes doing digital art and looking at it also... she really likes music too 

47:  does she play any instruments?

shes played the ukulele before and also she can sing (she has a beautiful voice)

48:  what animal does she identify most with?

i kno she really likes corvids like ravens and crows... idk if tehres one she specifically identifies aside from cats maybe 

49:  does she like camping (or the outdoors in general)

i dunno :0 i dont think she goes camping often ... wait... the Germany story... she used to be in the girl scouts so maybe yes

50:  post her picture if you have her permission

here she is resting on my shoulder when she was over here

finally finished this for valentines day... love you so much !!

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1-20 Glassheart

kylea the absolute madman

1: List five basic facts about your OC.

he’s a top tier Crime Goth, his favorite color is purple, he’s had his nose broken in a fight before, he’s an expert ballerina, he loves Wine (red)

2: Post a line of dialogue from your OC.

”Y’know what? Fuck this.” (from when we were talking to that assassin and he fucking stabbed the dude)

3: Post a snippet from your writing that describes your OC.

“a broken man who blames himself for every bad thing to happen to and around him.” (an excerpt from his character document)

4: Post a snippet from your writing in which another OC describes your OC.

i dont write anything im so sorry

5: Describe your OC's physical appearance.

(aw hell yeah i can just copypaste some shit)

“Glassheart stands at 5’11”, with (currently) short black hair, which refuses to follow any styling. He has naturally tanned skin from his mother, and indigo (formerly grey) eyes, as a result of his pact with the raven queen. He has a crooked smile, and a nose that has likely been broken at least once. His perpetual stubble lends to his casual air, while the scar cutting through his eyebrow shows that he’s been in fights before. He also possesses a scar on the right side of his neck where he was bitten by a vampire in a fight, with bruised veins stretching about an inch out from the bite. His torso is also crossed with several scars, some clearly from stabs from daggers or rapiers, and arrows, along with a few black spots from the Many times he’s been hit by necrotic damage.”

6: Describe your OC's love life.

Ha. he’s had a ton of casual flings but is genuinely afraid to pursue anything more (he Does like roq a ton but he’s scared and i’m dumb)

7: Describe your OC's fashion sense.

Crime Goth. (he wears a piratey long coat, which lately ive been thinking is decorated with light feather shaped embroidery since it’s glamoured armor, but otherwise he dresses pretty simply)

8: Describe one of your OC's bad habits.

he’s an alcoholic

9: Your OC is having a nightmare. What is it?

Oh You Know (i mean specifically you know kylea lfdsldjkf)

10: You are conducting a ritual. What 5 items would you need to summon your OC?

raven feathers, a dagger, a bird skull, a bottle of wine, a gold coin

11: What does your OC want for their birthday?

for all this fuckshit he keeps having to deal with to Stop

12: What does your OC give another OC for their birthday?

Gold he’s fucking loaded compared to the rest of the party

13: Describe your OC's living situation.

Chillin On The Road (in phoenix he’s probably in a relatively bare room, with his rapier and dagger hanging with his coat on the wall, ilharast chillin on the windowsill)

14: What is one of your OC's secrets?

Oh You Know (glassheart is............Not His Real Name)

15: Your OC is given the chance to go back in time. Where do they go and what do they do?

Oh You Know.

16: If your OC could have any superpower, which would it be and why?

see the problem is he’s already got magic gifted to him by a goddess of death like, Thats What He Wants

17: How does your OC do during the zombie apocalypse?

probably scouting for places to live

18: What is your OC's dream job?

ballerina

19: Your OC's life is a musical. What's the title of their big show-stopping song?

please let me rest

20: Post a picture or gif that describes your OC.