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elecman108 · 4 years ago

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Man, I forgot to post 90% of my art here for the past while. I’m gonna do an art dump in this post under the cut. Enjoy the bonk emoji if you don’t click the read more, and man am I dumb and forgetful lmao.

Includes: OCs getting names, a Sonic impression, a D&D map, homosexual energies, a sheep floating in the astral sea, a birthday drawing I already posted, Hex Maniac Ender, D&D Characters, D&D Characters as Miis in Miitopia, Little Hater Axel, local Demon in the consciousness of my D&D character yelling at him, illegal plants, a necromancer being cute, an actual event that happened in a D&D game two days ago, and Mermay drawing.

That’s everything in here as a TL;DR, I guess. Enjoy your day!

I’m gonna try and sort of have them in chronological order, oldest first, but I may end up putting them in the wrong order. If I do... Whoops, I guess?

[04/14/21] - This isn’t really new art, but I started to work on giving the four OCs of mine without a full name full names... I have not finished this bit, though. So Hunter and Akira have full names, and Warlock and Assassin only have temporary names. This may end up like Seven where I put in their names as a temporary name (7th OC I’d made at that time) and it just kind of... sticks. Lmao.

[04/20/21] - Alone on a Friday Night? God, you’re pathetic. I didn’t colour this one because it was a half-attempt at a meme image I still like it, though, so I might end up colouring it. It’s gonna appear again whenever I do my “unfinished drawings art dump” at some point probably in... June? I know I said I’d post them last month but forget it, lmao, it’ll happen eventually.

[04/20/21] - A D&D Map! This was to help me visualize the layout of my D&D character’s ship he used to be on. Also for my DM if they ever put us aboard the ship. The little fella in the corner is just there to vibe. This map is made of free to use assets from This Website, so while I’m gonna say DONT USE MY MAP WITHOUT PERMISSION, feel free to make your own!

[04/26/21] - Lesbian Day of Visibility drawing of yours truly, the disapointment! That’s... really all I have to say about this, honestly. It was just for that one day and that was it, lmao. I mean, I accidentally lined it in dark pink, so.. .That’s different, I guess?

[04/30/21] - Do Astral Seas dream of Ensorcled Sheep? Does the City know what Sheepleb is going to do? What crimes he may commit? Who knows! This was fan art of Critical Role ep. 134 if I remember correctly, right at the end when they jumped into the portal into the astral sea and Caleb was a sheep. Using my knowledge of the German language, I knew the word for “shit”, and had to use it.

[05/07/21] - This was already posted, but it’s going in here to dilinuate that it was drawn at this point. Also, aside from playing Miitopia, this is all I have to show for myself until the 12th.

[05/12/21] - Hex Maniac Ender challenges you to a Pokemon Battle! WIll you win against my team? My sis, who loves fairy types, pointed out to me that there’s a fairy girl and hex maniac duo, so I’d be the hex maniac. I spent... Over a week drawing this, because I basically had to redraw the Hex Maniac art from scratch in a higher quality size, and then draw myself over it. So... You can excuse the low-effort background for once. It was basically this, and then my birthday doodle from May 1st to May 12th, and then I took a break to draw up several D&D characters quickly for fullbody references.

[05/12/21] - Remember this art I made several months ago? I finally added my other two completed characters! I have three more named but without character sheet D&D characters, so for now this is just Kara, Axel, Golden Shadow, Kau, Cecillia, and Miri. Kress, Tempest, and Melia will have to wait until I make character sheets for them to be posted, and... For when I probably make more D&D characters. I have at least 9 additional, incomplete character ideas floating around, so... I’m never gonna be done this art, huh?

[05/12/21] - Speaking of D&D characters, did you know I’ve been making them as Miis in Miitopia? So here is their finished full body art next to their Miitopia self! Some of them look a little off (Golden Shadow, Cecillia) because of limitations of the editor and shading issues, some of them look a little off (Kau, Kress) because this is a human face canvas that I’m using to make a non-human face, and some of them (Melia, Axel) look REALLY GOOD. Common traits among my D&D characters include green eyes and tall. You wanna know why? Because I am tall and... despite having red eyes, I do have green eyes under the coloured contacts.

[05/15/21] - More D&D stuff! This is based around my D&D group’s current Rime of the Frostmaiden campaign where our Goliath Fighter, Nioh, ends up getting a little bit of hate for being cocky, and our little (well over 6′) hater, Axel, is just a man full of irritation. These are the tallest two characters of the group at the moment. Someone send help. Nioh belongs to one of the other D&D players, Axel (and his stupid additude) belongs to me.

[05/15/21] - This is what me playing D&D feels like. Me, the demon entity trapped inside the head of my D&D character, yelling at them to do things while the dice decide that they’re gonna get bopped a hundred times by a yeti and somehow still survive. This is also a reference to our first or second game where I just ran off like sixty feet to one side of the battle map to fight a Crag Cat and was just in Gay Baby Jail until like two turns later when I could run back to the others. I also drew him not in his winter gear even though this is a bit from when we were atop Kelvin’s Carin in an icy cave, so maybe that’s why he’s at low HP.

[05/15/21] - Melia has good gardening tips, such as Use A Mars Mii Trap To Hide A Body Because They Are Endangered And It Is Illegal To Dig Them Up. I love her a lot, because she’s the youngest of four, all four sisters based around the different seasons. She’s based around Autumn, so she’s all orange and yellow and brown and is so cute. Also she’s Chaotic Neutral, as if she didn’t need to be mildly more threatening.

[05/15/21] - Cecillia is my Tiefling gal who lived in a very northern town plagued by cold weather and snow, and Axel is my Pirate guy who spent most of his time further south on the high seas and warmer weather. So, naturally... I’ll use the guy more acclimatized to the hotter weather in the campaign where we spend 99% of it in the snow. She uses Tarot Cards as her spell focus, and I decided to sneak my other D&D characters onto her Tarot cards so naturally, Axel is The Hanged Man, given his backstory and personality. She’s a very cheerful and friendly Tiefling Necromancer of the Hexblade, so she’d for sure take care of those around her to ensure their success. Especially if they’re on her Tarot Cards, and their spirit comes to her aid when she asks for them.

[05/16/21] - Content Warning; Ryma thinks too much into local stupid moron’s lack of knowing how to answer a question and thinks too much into the reputation of Pirates. Poor Axel, man doesn’t know how to socialize with people who aren’t pirates and is used to being hostile towards everyone, so when he’s asked a question that his answer to is “uhh... no?”, he panics and ends up making a mistake that leads him to think that Ryma can read his mind. Ryma belongs to another of the D&D players. I guess me drawing all those spicy Cow Costumed OCs earlier just brought me to drawing Axel being a bottom in this, huh?

[05/16/21] - It’s Mermay, which means more OC drawings! Here’s Theo after drinking some potion that turned him into a mermaid, and Seven, tiredly, collecting his stupid boyfriend so that Lailah can fix the fact he’s turned into a mermaid. Mer!Theo is based around his sword’s colours of indigo-purple with red accents, which looks a little weird since Theo is the Blue one of the group, but... it looks cool, I guess. Seven’s just the same outfit as always, just no gloves this time.

And that’s it for the art dump! This was, frankly, MASSIVE. I’ll try and remember to upload both on Twitter and Tumblr at the same time, but... Ah... I have been drawing a fair bit. Just mostly sketches and linework that I haven’t finished and may not actually finish. If they’re not completed, I’ll dump them all into something at the end of the month or whatever. Maybe you’ll get the old sketch of the Axel face in panel 3 because in the sketch phase it was an Ahegao face, in the clean sketch it was a lip bite, and in the linework and final it’s just horny face. lmao.

Top ten things I have to remember for drawing: AXEL HAS A SCAR AND GREEN EYES. I remember his eye colour now, but if you look at his fullbody ref, he’s got brown eyes. And, naturally, I keep forgetting to put in his scar. He has more, but most of them are located in areas covered by his clothes. So if I ever draw him shirtless I guess I’ll have to place them somewhere.

Also maybe finish the reference sheets I have left to finish so I can post more of them, since I have two “Pets” completed (Roko and Mona’s nameless pet), but I have to do up Hunter, Warlock, Assassin, Akira, Myuut, and Stella. I’m betting when I do complete two more, it’ll be Hunter and Akira. Those two are the most fun to draw, at least.

#the disappointment speaks #drawings by me #OCs #D&D #art dump #Miitopia #of all of these drawings I gotta say the most cursed is censored bottom!Axel and the most blessed is Cecillia's lap nap #I drew a lot of D&D stuff lately! Most of my OC stuff has stayed in the sketch stage so #I guess that says something about what I've been prioritizing in my drawings?#Also that drawing a twunk as a twink is incredibly funny and cursed. love my pirate boy

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wafflefries13 · 5 years ago

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The Consequences of Late Night Calls

Happy birthday to the world’s best blasty boy!

This is the first fic I’ve written for tumblr, so let me know what you think!

Warnings: None, I think. Some cursing, some guy talks smack for a bit.

Genre: Fluff

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The call shocked you out of a deep but impromptu sleep. You jerked up from the noise, a page of lecture notes sticking to your check. It fluttered back to the desk covered in its own mess of loose leaf documents, used textbooks that cost more than a weekend trip to Disney World, and a laptop missing three of its letter keys.

You dragged your tongue against your teeth, trying to get rid of the cotton feel coating the inside of your mouth. Rubbing stars into your tired eyes, you wondered when exactly you had fallen asleep. Was it somewhere near memorizing the latin terminology for court rhetoric or around reading the case file and trial records you were going to be tested over on Monday? Deciding wondering was basically pointless, considering you had pretty much forgotten all of it anyway, you pawed blindly around for your phone.

“Hello?” You answered, eyes still closed, although it probably came out and more of a mumbled groan than anything else.

“(Y/NNNNNNNNN)!”

You pulled the phone away from your ear, wincing at the sudden loud noise. Blinking bleerally, you looked down at your phone. You had taken the caller ID picture a year ago, at a sorority Halloween party you barely remembered aside from the copious amounts of alcohol consumed followed by an ill-advised scavenger hunt that ended with a call to the police and the dean’s car somehow ending up in the agriculture department’s greenhouse crowded with Jack-O-lanterns. It was a profile shot of Bakugo Katsuki, his mouth opened in a mid-yell scowl, as was his standard expression, and eyebrows furrowed in annoyance. One hand extended to try and block the camera, the other clutching a brown bottle. He was wearing a fantasy barbarian king costume, chest bare to show off the taut muscles he worked so hard for all of high school to get. When he’d shown up in it, or, rather, when Kirishima had dragged him along in his own dragonborn costume, you couldn’t believe he still had it. You remembered sitting in your basement in 9th grade, pricking your fingers with a sewing needle as you and the rest of your newly formed D&D group, Bakugo and Kirishima included, spent way too much time and effort into creating your costumes.

Rubbing at the bridge of your nose in a vain attempt to chase away the headache you could already feel forming, you brought the phone back to your ear. You could hear the low thump of bass heavy music in the background.

“Hi, Suki,” You said, trying not to sound condescending, but it came out like that anyway.

“Hey!” He said sharply. The rest of his reply was slurred smooth. “I told you not to call me that.”

You smirked. “It’s cute.”

“It’s embarrassing! ‘M not cute.”

“No, you’re calling me at-” You pulled the phone away again to check the time. “Katsuki, it’s like two in the morning, what the hell?”

You heard someone shout something on the other side of the line that Katsuki mumbled a reply to. To you he said, “Was thinking about you.”

You felt yourself blush despite yourself. “You were thinking about me?”

There was a clunk and a bump. You could imagine him falling against a wall and sliding down to sit until the room stopped spinning. “Yeah. I don’t like it.”

You ignored the jab in your heart. “Well, thanks.”

“It keeps happening. I’ll just be, like, doing stuff, and then I just think, ‘What would (Y/N) think of that?’ ‘I wonder what (Y/N)’s doing right now.’ ‘(Y/N) would know what to do now. She’s so smart. And her hands look so soft. And her eyes are so pretty.’” He was quiet for a second. “It’s annoying. I can’t stop thinking about you. And it’s worse when you’re here.” There was a shuffling as you heard him try to stand up then give up again. “Why aren’t you here? I want you here.”

You were wide awake now. You clenched and unclenched your hand, trying to process the information your obviously drunk friend had just confessed. Your stomach churned in a mix of anticipation, anxiety, and straight up butterflies.

What the hell did all of that mean? Well, of course you knew what it meant, or you knew what it meant when spoken by a sober person of sound mind and body. But there was no way, you tried to rationalize, that The Bakugo Katsuki, the guy you’d known since freshman year of high school when he’d punched a guy who had flipped up your uniform skirt on the first day, the guy who had surprised just about everyone in home economics when he busted out a three tiered cake like it was no one’s business, the guy whos ego was big enough to have its own gravitational pull, was confessing his feelings to you in a drunk rant at two in the morning.

“Katsuki,” You said in a soft voice. “I-”

There was a retching sound from the other end of the line. Katsuki coughed, tried to say something, then threw up again. “Aw, fuck.”

That headache was back with avengence now. You sighed, looking for your keys. “Katsuki, where are you?”

“Uhh, on campus? At the Kappa Alpha Betta Whatever house. There’s a party. Why aren’t you here?”

“You know I hate all the Greek life bs. Stay where you are, okay? I’m coming to get you. You’re completely wasted.”

“‘M not. I can handle what I drink.” There was another pause before he wretched again.

“Did you just throw up again?”

“...No.”

“Cool. I’ll be there in ten.”

You didn’t wait for him to respond before hanging it. You didn’t think your heart could take it if he kept going on like he had been. Grabbing your keys and heading out of your crowded studio apartment, you hopped in your car to go save your drunk friend from making any other ill advised decisions that night.

You realized that you were probably over thinking the whole phone call as you drove through deserted streets. You couldn’t help it, it was a bad habit you had formed as a kid that now made you obsess over court documents and testimonies in class. But now, instead of helping, it was picking you apart. What did Katsuki’s tone imply when he was talking to you just now? Could you trust the tone of an inebriated person? What did he mean when he said he thought about you a lot? You’d known each other for years now, being involved in almost all the same activities. Wouldn’t it be natural to think about someone you spent so much time with? But you’d known Kirishima for just as long, not to mention the rest of the self-named “Baku-Squad.” You’d never gotten a late night drunk call from any of them. Heck, Katsuki had known Izuku way longer than he had known you, and you were pretty dang sure Katsuki had never called him going on and on about how he always thought about him.

Stopping at a red light, you pressed your forehead into the soft faux-leather of your steering wheel, willing your thoughts to calm down and just come to a rational conclusion already. Expect, you know, a rational conclusion that wasn’t that the guy you had carried a torch for for almost as long as you had known him might actually have feelings for you back.

You turned on to the street lined with sororities and fraternities across from the main campus. You had to slam on your breaks almost immediately to avoid running over a tipsy, giggling co-ed who was stumbling out into the road. She didn’t even look up at you.

You didn’t know exactly which house Katsuki was stranded at, considering you could see at least three different parties all going on at first glance. His “Kappa Alpha Betta Whatever” wasn’t very helpful, either, considering all the Greek letters adorning the houses blended together in your mind at some point. And you really didn’t want to tramp through a bunch of different houses tonight.

Thankfully, you were saved the trouble when you saw Kirishima’s 1969 Chevrolet Chevelle park half off the curb in front of one of the houses. You’d know that car anywhere. Kirishima had dragged your group to various scrap yards and auto-repair stores all summer after he got his license, the first of you all to do so, in an effort to fix up the worn down Chevelle that he’d bought for a hundred bucks and a turkey sandwich.

You parked on the other side of the street then jogged across to the house that was practically vibrating with heavy music and Greek life energy. Stepping over a semi-conscious frat boy laying in the doorway, you scanned around the house for any sign of Katsuki’s pomeranian-puff-ball hair.

You spotted Denki lounging on a couch, a lampshade on his head and a tangle of phone chargers clutched in his fist. His hand sparked every now and then as he used his quirk to recharge the collection of phones.

You lifted up the edge of the lampshade. “Hey there, Pikachu.”

“Heeeeeey~” He said, giving you a thumbs up. You could already tell he was too far gone, although you didn’t know if it was from drinking or the over use of his quirk.

“(Y/N)!” You heard a voice call behind you. A body fell heavily against your back. Sero wrapped his arms around you in a backwards hug. “Where you been? We missed you!”

“Studying. I’m boring, remember? I’m looking for Katsuki, you seen him around?”

Sero snickered. “Bakugo, huh? He’s been looking for you for a long time, right, Denki?”

“Heeeeeey~”

You swallowed hard. “And what’s that supposed to mean?”

Sero snickered again, flopping on the couch next to Denki. “Can’t tell. Part of the bro code. And he said he’d kill me.”

“That does sound like Katsuki.”

Sero covered his eyes with his arm, head leaning back. With a wide smile, he waved his hand in the vague direction to the back door. “I think he’s out by the pool or something.”

You waved bye. “Thanks, I’ll go check it out. You guys take care of yourselves, okay?”

“Look at ‘em go,” Sero said to Denki as you left. “You think they’ll have a spring wedding?”

“Heeeeeey~”

*~~~~*

You managed to weave your way through the crowd of bodies clogging the house to finally spill out into the back yard. You had no idea how people were able to stay this energized this late into the night with this many other people around. You remembered once being stuck at another party, early on in your college days. When it became super clear you didn’t want to be there, overwhelmed by the noise, the crush of bodies, and the suffocation of social enterprise, Katsuki had dragged Kirishima over to you, planting him in front of you as your ‘extrovert shield.’ He’d stayed with you behind the boisterous redhead for the rest of the night.

You wondered if Katsuki remembered doing that, if he remembered any of the small nice gestures he did for you over the years. And now, with his call, with what Sero said, with your over analyzing brain, you were dissecting every interaction you could remember. Was the time he opened a door for you a signal? Was the reason he would ask to study with you for chemistry, when he was way better in practically every subject than you, just so he could be close to you? Were the times he had given you his jacket when you were cold meant to be a more intimate moment?

God, you were going to go crazy.

Walking around the pool, you finally spotted the hot-headed blond. He was sitting slouched over on the end of one of the reclining pool chairs, forearms braced on his knees. You almost called out to him, stopping cold when you saw the girl behind him. She had draped herself over his back, chin rested in the crook of his neck, one had massaging his shoulder, the other conspicuously sneaking under the hem of his shirt to rub circles on his abs.

You clenched and unclenched your hands, worry gnawing at you as a headache at the back of your skull. Had something changed between the time he had called you and now? Had there been nothing there to change at all? Had you been misreading this situation the whole time?

Katsuki looked up, his permanently affixed scowl even deeper. The second his jewel-red eyes met yours, you felt your heart skip a beat. He jumped to his feet so fast the girl behind him fell back against the chair. He tried marching over to you, which was made only slightly less intimidating by the drunk sway to his step.

You didn’t remember him being so tall. You’d just seen him this afternoon. There was a flushed blush across his face, adding a surprising softness. Were his arms always that strong looking? Were his eyes that piercing? Was his jaw that strong?

“You came,” He said, voice rough as whiskey soaking into gravel.

You spread your hands. “Well, you said my name three times, so, here I am!” You laughed nervously, trying to ignore how his gaze pinned you down.

He took another step towards you, hand reading up. “(Y/N), I-”

His cheeks turned from pink to green. Lurching to the side, he vomited into the pool. You tried to help him back up, hunched over and trying to catch his breath. The crowd of people around you groaned in disgust before rolling in to sarcastic applause. Katsuki flipped them off.

“Alright, Suki,” You said, rubbing his back. “Let’s get you back home.”

He grumbled, leaning his full weight against you. You almost stumbled and fell with the sudden shift of balance. Katsuki slid his arm around your waist, hand firmly grasping your hip, as if he was the one trying to prevent you from a drunken stumble. His fingers felt like fire through your clothes.

You decided to go around the house instead of trying to push your way through it. Soon you were making your way across the street. It took some maneuvering to unlock and open the passenger door. You practically dropped Katsuki in where his head fell back with a groan. You grabbed his seat belt and stretched across him to fasten it. It wasn’t until he started petting your hair that your realized your position of half-way laying across his lap. You jerked back, some of your hair getting caught in his fingers. He made a disappointed sound at the loss of it.

You slid back into the driver's seat, trembling hands gripping the steering wheel tightly. You had to take a few steadying breaths before you were ready to start the car. Pulling out of the neighborhood, you glanced over at Katsuki. His eye brows were furrowed, eyes closed, mouth pulled in a small frown.

God, he looked adorable.

You hit the break harder than you meant to at the light. Adorable? Where the hell did that thought come from? He’d probably be furious if he knew you ever thought that.

But…

You risked another look at him. When he let his face relax like this, you could see the slight chub that still clung to his cheeks. Another thing he would hate to know that you thought was how much you loved the softness that it leant him. It was cute.

Almost without your realizing it, you lifted your hand. You were overcome with the sudden urge to poke his cheek. A car horn blared behind you when your finger was less than an inch from his face. You let out an undignified squeak, hands slamming back to the wheel. Katsuki grumbled and turned in the seat, head resting against the window. You could feel the blush burning up your face.

A few minutes later, you pulled back to the apartment complex. You both lived in the same building, Katsuki directly below your own unit. And now you were overthinking his reason for not living on campus.

When you opened the passenger door, Katsuki almost fell out. You jerked forward to catch him then dragged him out. He half woke up, as feeble on his legs as a newborn horse.

You lugged him through the lobby. He was muttering under his breath, but most of the words you could make out were curses. Not unusual for him. You pressed the button for the elevator repeatedly. It just blinked back at you. You sighed in frustration. They had been doing maintenance on your building all week, but now might have been the absolute worst time to do the elevator.

You shook Katsuki’s shoulder a little bit. His head jostled like a bobble-head. “Suki, I’m gonna need your help here for a minute.”

His head lolled forward, forehead coming down to press to yours. In a quiet voice, he whispered, “I’d do anything for you.”

You shoved him upright, face burning. “Then walk up the damn stairs yourself!”

Despite that, you still ended up half-carrying him up four flights of stairs. You were uncomfortably sweaty when you reached the door to Katsuki’s apartment. The two of you had traded copies of your apartment keys when you had moved in. “In case something happens to your dumb ass and I need to come save you,” He had said. He would frequently stop by, usually when you were hours deep into an all-nighter. He’d bring his laptop and work on whatever 12 page essay way due on your bed while you poured over case reports. You’d sit in silence, just together, sharing the same space, content with nothing more than knowing the other was nearby. Or he’d bring you real food to make sure you weren’t just eating ramen all the time. In turn, you’d pull him out for game night with the squad, make sure he’d actually call his mother once in a while, and lend an ear to his semi-nightly rants on whoever he decided to hate that night.

You fumbled with the keys, jamming the key in the lock then pushing it open with your shoulder that wasn’t currently occupied by a half-asleep, full-drunk boy who had at least 50 pounds and ten inches on you.

There was always an expectation with the rooms of single college boys. Greasy pizza boxes, empty bottles of booze displayed like expensive decor, at least one poster of a half-naked girl somewhere, probably a basket of clothes that should have been washed weeks ago. And while you knew plenty of guys who fit that description, Katsuki defied expectation. His apartment was always immaculate. His shoes were lined neatly by the door, a calendar above his desk color-coded with assignment due dates, bed made. Katsuki may give off the persona of a punk, but you knew he was a straight-laced nerd through and through.

With the last of your strength, you lugged him across the room, dropping him on his bed. With a groan, you stretched your arms up until you heard a satisfying pop in your back. Hands on your hips, you watched as Katsuki moaned, burying his face in his pillow and pulling his feet up from the floor. You sat on the end of the bed, tugging his feet to you to unlace his shoes. You let them fall haphazardly to the floor, too tired to care about his level of neatness.

You grabbed a bucket from his hall closet, putting it next to the head of his bed for when he inevitably woke up vomiting in the morning. Checking his bathroom, you put a couple of painkillers and a glass of water on the nightstand with a post-it note saying “Drink Me.”

Brushing your hands off, you looked around and checked your work. Satisfied that he wouldn’t kill himself between now and when you would inevitably check on him in the morning, you decided it was finally time to head back upstairs and get some well deserved sleep.

But…

You turned back at the door. Katsuki was splayed like a starfish, gently snoring with his mouth wide open. You also noticed his blushing red fluffy cheeks.

You tapped the door knob a few times before sighing in surrender to temptation and turnin back. You knelt down next to the bed. For a moment, you just watched him sleep. He looked so peaceful now. You reached out. Your index finger sunk into his cheek like it was a marshmallow. You couldn’t believe you had never done this before. God, he really was adorable.

Your thoughts were abruptly cut off as Katsuki’s hand shot up and grabbed your wrist with an iron grip. With a shriek, you tried to scramble backwards. Katsuki lazily opened his eyes, not at all bothered by your struggles. With seemingly no effort on his part, he tugged you forward. Off balance, you fell into his chest. Katsuki wrapped his arms around you in a bear hug, slinging a leg over yours, trapping you on the bed.

“Katsuki!” You hissed. You squirmed in his hold, not getting any extra room. He just hummed, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. You were pretty sure your face was hot enough to start a fire. “Katsuki, let me go!”

“No,” He mumbled. His voice rumbled against your skin sending shivers through your whole body.

“Katsuki!”

“You can’t leave. If you leave, you won’t come back.”

You stopped struggling. “What are you talking about?”

He squeezed you tighter. “I’m loud. I get angry real easy. I fight a lot. And you…” He trailed off, his breath catching and rattling in his chest. “You’re so much better than me. You’re nice and smart and talented and pretty and caring and… and…” You could feel the hot tears landing on your skin. He was starting to shake. His grip had loosened enough for you to get out, but instead you brought your arms up and pulled him in closer. “If I let you go, you’ll see how much better you are than me. And you’ll leave. You’ll leave me because you’re better and you deserve so much better. But I’m a selfish bastard and I just want you for myself because I love you so damn much.”

Your heart dropped into your stomach. You wiggled your hand up, threading your hand into his hair and tilting his head to look up at you.

“I love you too,” You said softly. “And I’m not going anywhere.”

Katsuki crushed you to his chest, letting out another loud sob. You could feel hot tears pressing against your eyes. You had no idea Katsuki felt this way about anything; about you, about himself, about your relationship.

But one thing you knew for sure: You loved Bakugo Katsuki.

~~~

The first thing Katsuki noticed when he woke up was the head ache. His head felt like he had a railroad spike jammed through his temples. God, what did he do last night? There was the party at Kappa Alpha Betta Whatever house. It’d been fine for a while, hanging out with the guys, playing beer pong, winning some extra cash from freshman in poker (where did he put that money anyway?). And then…

And then someone had said your name. He’d heard it across the room, an amazing feat in and of itself, but his ears were trained for any news of you. He’d jerked up right when he heard it, missing his shot at the beer pong table. He gladly took his drink and went prowling through the house. Who had said your name? Were you here? Were you coming?

It might have been selfish, he knew how much you hated loud crowds, but damn it, he wanted you here. He remembered the last Greek life party you had been at. He’d lost you at some point between getting into an argument with that damn Deku and pulling Denki down from a keg stand. He’d finally found you huddled into some back corner, looking like a rabbit about to dart from a hungry fox (he wouldn’t mind being that fox, honestly, he could eat you right up.) You’d lost the color in your face, hands shaking as you clutched your red Solo cup almost hard enough for your nails to pierce the plastic.

He snatched Kirishima by his collar as he carved a path through the room. He planted the extroverted red-head in front of you, creating an extrovert shield between himself and the love of his life you. He’d spent the rest of the night talking to you. Nothing special, he couldn’t even really remember what about. But he did remember the relaxed slope of your shoulders, the spark in your eyes, the smile that played on your lips at whatever lame joke he had just made.

Back in the present (or last night, whatever), he was still stalking through the halls looking for whoever had mentioned you. He heard it again, the tail end of your name, coming from the living room.

“-(/N) never had it so good.” There he was, lounging along the bottom stairs with a smug look on his face as he regaled the small crowd he had attracted. Katsuki recognized him as one of those legacy kids, the one who showed up to the first day of orientation in a sleek black Bugatti and took up three parking spaces, talked in almost every one of his classes when he even bothered to show up, and was, without a doubt at every party on or off campus.

And now he was telling a story about you. What were you ever doing with an asshole like him?

“You would never guess it from how she dresses, you know,” The guy continued, lazily waving his half-empty beer bottle. “But she is stacked.”

Katsuki tensed up, his heart jumping into his throat. He pushed aside the crowd until he stood right in front of the bragger on the stairs. “What did you just say?” He asked through clenched teeth. “You're talking about (Y/N) (L/N), right?”

He lazily swept his gaze up, grinning wide when he saw Katsuki. “Yeah, (Y/N)? You know, she comes across as a frigid bitch, but let me tell you, she’s an incredible lay.” Katsuki’s vision went red. The crowd started to subtly shuffle away, feeling the cold change in atmosphere. “Not much besides that, honestly. Thank god her tits and ass are amazing, cause her face sure wasn’t doing it for me. Super boring, too, heard she’s failing her classes. Oh, well. Hey, I could use a side-piece when I’m running my own firm, you know?”

The asshole never saw it coming. In the span of a heart beat, Katsuki had grabbed his designer jacket and hoisted him off the stairs, pinning him to the wall so his feet kicked to try and reach the ground.

“You listen to me, asshole,” Katsuki hissed. “You never talk about (Y/N) again. You never look at her, you never talk to your shit-stain friends about her, you sure as fuck never tell another lie about her, or so help me, you’ll get to find out what color your liver is.”

Katsuki was half-way sure the jerk had pissed his pants. He dropped him in a heap, landing in the puddle of spilled beer on the floor. He brushed his hand off on his jeans, eager to get whatever germs the gossip had off him.

He was almost out of ear shot when he heard the rich kid spit and say, “Fine. She’s probably crawling with it if you’re dicking her down.”

The kid’s head made a dent in the wall as he richoched back from the impact of Katsuki’s punch. He would easily have a black eye and a broken nose, the chipped tooth would just be a bonus.

Katsuki’s head was fuzzy with rage, stalked through the house, bee-lining it to the nearest source of inebriation. How dare he? How fucking dare that absolute ass-wipe ever even think of saying such horrible things about you? He wasn’t even worth knowing your name, much less saying it. Not to mention the fact he must be blind to think you were anything less than stunning. Ever since he had known you, you had been nothing but kind and smart and caring and funny and…

“Baku-bro, you doing okay?”

Katsuki didn’t realize how tight he was holding his fists until he relaxed. His nails had made half-moon indents in his palms, his knuckles brushed red from the punch.

Kirishima had his mouth pulled down in that stupid puppy dog pout. “I’m fine,” Katsuki brushed him off. He grabbed a beer out of an iced cooler, twisting off the cap in a single motion and chugging half the bottle.

“Well, that’s good, cause I don’t think Tim Flood is making it out of here without a few stitches.”

“Good.” Katsuki finished the beer and chucked it into a recycle bin. He grabbed another and stalked out of the room. Everything felt too hot, too tight. His head was pounding. If you were here, you’d get a bag of ice and press it against his forehead. You’d probably call him an idiot for getting into another fight, that he needed to learn how to manage his temper better. He’d call you a dumbass but let you lead him away somewhere dark and quiet, away from all the other more insufferable dumbasses. You’d find some pain killers, get him some water, because that’s just the kind of caring person you were. Maybe you’d bring him upstairs, lead him to an unoccupied bedroom. The two of you would sit together on the bed, maybe just a little too close. You’d hand him the water, his hand would brush against yours. You’d look down, shy, blushing cutely. He’d lean forward, thread his hand through your incredibly soft hair, angle your face up to him. Your plush lips would part slightly and he’d lean forward and -

“Are you sure you’re good?” Kirishima asked, abruptly cutting off Katsuki’s impromptu fantasy. “Cause you don’t look so good.” Katsuki bit his tongue. “Is it because of what that guy said about (Y/N)?” Katsuki whipped around, glaring daggers. Kirishima smiled and put his hands up in mock surrender. “Hey, bro, it’s okay! No one believed him, anyway.”

Katsuki scoffed, taking a swig of the beer. “(Y/N)’s too good for him anyway.”

“I bet you think (Y/N)’s too good for everyone here, right?”

“The hell is that supposed to mean?”

“It means you need to hurry up and tell (Y/N) you like her!” Sero shouted, jumping in out of nowhere.

Katsuki dropped his bottle, Kirishima catching it just in time, and grabbed Sero by the front of his shirt and lifted him up. Sero just grinned his stupid, wide grin.

“Come on, Katsuki,” Denki said, slinging an arm around Katsuki’s shoulders. “We all know you’ve had a thing for (Y/N) since high school. Why don’t you just put us all out of our misery and tell her already?!”

Katsuki felt his face heat up. “I don’t- I haven’t - Fuck you!” Katsuki couldn’t remember why he was friends with these three idiots as they all burst out into laughter.

He snatched his bottle back and pushed through the crowd. He needed some air. He heard Sero yell after him, “You have to tell her eventually!”

And… That was mostly it. Katsuki’s memories of last night sort of started to trail off after that. He knew that he drank, he drank a lot. At some point he ended up by the pool. And maybe he’d called someone? Oh, hell, he hoped he hadn’t called someone.

His eyes snapped open at the soft groan. There you were, just inches away from his face, fast asleep and tucked in his arms. You were pressed close, breasts pushing against his chest, legs tangled with his, one hand clutching his shirt. Your lips were parted ever so slightly, breathing heavy and even.

And you were so fucking close.

Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. His arms tightened around you and he tensed. How the hell did this happen? Did you actually come to the party last night? When, and why? What had called you down there-?

Oh. Oh, the call! He had called you last night? Some time in his drunken haze he must have figured out to bypass the timed lock he had put on it specifically to avoid calling people with a too-honest tongue. But had you…? Nervously, he looked down. He sighed in relief. You were both still dressed. At least that was one mistake he knew he hadn’t made.

Alright, that was one problem. Now, on to the next one: How was he going to get out of here without waking you up? Craning his head around, he checked out the room. Wait, this was his room. He was in his apartment! A picture of last night started to form in his mind. He’d called you, blabbering God knows what, and then you’d been a good person (why were you such a good person?) and had come to get him, to make sure he was okay. And then what? He’d somehow seduced you into his bed? No, it was more likely you had stayed to make sure he didn’t choke on his own vomit, maybe sat on the bed because it was the middle of the night and you were exhausted, and then… This.

Okay, okay, no, this was fine, he could fix this. He could slip out, let you keep sleeping. He’d make some breakfast in the kitchen and then you’d wake up, wander in rubbing the sleep from your eyes in that cute way you did when you pulled an all-nighter studying. He’d chastise you for lugging his drunk ass up here, for being out so late at night. You’d wave him off, compliment his cooking, tell him to take better care of himself, and then smile up at him with that blindingly beautiful smile and sparkling eyes.

“Morning.” Katsuki yelped at your greeting. He stared, wide-eyed, down at you, as you look back up at him lazily with those sparkling eyes. “It’s kinda hard to breathe here.” He realized then just how tight he was holding you. He jerked backward, his shout of surprise cut off as he fell off the bed. He rubbed his sore hip, looking up when he heard your giggle. You were leaning over the bed, smiling shyly when he caught you staring.

He gulped hard, feeling his face burning up. “Hi.”

You tucked a loose threat of hair behind your ear. “Hi.”

He should say something. He needed to say something. God, why wasn’t he saying something?

“I-“ Katsuki stopped with an incomplete thought in his mouth. He suddenly felt uncomfortably hot, his stomach clenching and throat going dry. Your face dropped as you lunged forward, dragging a bucket in front of him (where did that even come from?). He surged forward, clenching the sides of the bucket in a white knuckled grip, and threw up.

You slid off the bed and knelt next to him. You rubbed small circles in his back, whispering small comforts as he coughed up bile and alcohol and who knows what else. You reached over behind him and grabbed a glass of water from his nightstand.

“Here,” You said. “Rinse and spit. Don’t swallow or gargle, it’ll just mess with your gag reflex.” Rubbing the spike of pain growing in his forehead, he did what you said. When he caught his breath, he accepted the pain killers you had and dry swallowed them. You really had prepared for everything, huh?

Katsuki shoved the bucket away with his foot, leaning back against the bed. “Fuck…”

You hummed in response and scooted to sit next to him. “So,” You said.

“So,” He said back.

“I don’t suppose you remember much from last night?”

He clenched his jaw, mouth going dryer than it already was, if that was possible. He tried to laugh, but it sounded forced and strained, even to him. “Hey, we’re both still wearing pants, right?” You didn’t laugh back.

“So that’s a no then?” The seriousness with which you said that made him pause.

“I, uh, think I called you?”

“MmHmm. You didn’t sound too great, so I came to pull you out.”

“Huh. Thanks for that.”

“Yup.” You paused for a second. “Do you remember… anything else you said?”

Fuck.

“Uhh, I owe you breakfast?”

You looked away. “Is there anything you maybe told Sero that you wouldn’t want him to tell me?”

Double fuck.

“If this is about Halloween last year, Mina was the one who brought the Ouija board.” He smirked at you, waiting for you to laugh with him. Instead you didn’t even look up, staring a hole in the carpet with the intensity of your gaze.

You let out a sigh through your nose, pushing off your knees to stand. “I’m gonna head out,” You said, rubbing the back of your head and still not looking at him.

Katsuki jumped up, immediately regretting as his head began swimming. “(Y/N), wait-“ He cut himself off with another surge of nausea and lurched towards the bucket.

“Katsuki,” You said, sounding frustrated. “Look, I…” You sighed, running a hand through your hair and turning back to him. “We’ve known each other for a long time now, right? And for all the time I’ve known you, you’ve been stubborn and pig-headed and aggressive and just, you know, you. But still, in all that time, despite everything, I still…” You pressed your lips, looking for the right words. “I’m happy when I’m around you, Katsuki. I feel at ease, I feel protected, I feel like I can be better at anything. And I’ve thought about this a lot, so much that it makes my head spin and my heart hurt, but through all the trouble I still think it’s worth it. Because at the end of the day it means I still get to be with you and sometimes I just feel like that’s enough, but now I…” Your lip was trembling, tears gathering at the corners of your eyes. Katsuki wanted nothing more than to take a big step forward and wrap you in the biggest, tightest hug of your life. Finally, you sighed in defeat. “But if you can’t say it, if the One and Only Katsuki Bakugo can’t say it, then how the hell can I?”

Your voice broke on the last word. Katsuki was so stunned and suddenly pinned with guilt that he couldn’t move when you spun on your heels and rushed out of his apartment.

Oh, fuck.

~~~

“Idiot,” You murmured to yourself as you fled up the apartment stairs, furiously wiping at your eyes to get rid of the oncoming tears. “Idiot, idiot, idiot.” By the time you reached your apartment and slammed the door behind you, you weren’t sure if you were talking about Katsuki or yourself.

You felt sick. Anxiety gnawed at your mind like a starving coyote. Had you really just confessed your feelings to Katsuki? Had you really just confessed your feelings to Katsuki like that? Would he ever speak to you again? Would things just become too awkward that you’d be edged out of your friend group? They had known Katsuki much longer than they had known you, after all. God, what if he was calling Kirishima right now and telling him about the disaster of a morning, after you had taken advantage of his blitz out state and slept in the same bed with him?

Well, no. Kirishima was probably still knocked out from his own night of heavy imbibing. Not to mention that even he, the most kind-hearted and patient person you knew, would have to draw a line at listening to Katsuki rant while dealing with a massive hangover.

And no, Katsuki wouldn’t do that to you. Despite his rough deminor, his abrasive personality, and his profane tongue, Katsuki was actually a sweetheart deep down. Maybe really deep down, but still. He wouldn’t be so intentionally cruel, even if you told him that you shared all of his baby pictures of him playing in his All Might onesie online.

So then why were you still huddled on a heap on the floor, back pressed against the front door, crying? Why was this pit of loneliness blooming in your chest?

You yelped at the sudden banging on the door. Who could be here so early in the morning? You had paid rent this month, right? You sniffed, rubbing your eyes and smoothing out your clothes. You hoped your cheeks weren’t the blotchy red they got whenever you were upset. You took a deep breath to steady your voice for whoever was outside.

Opening the door, you looked up at a wide-eyed Katsuki, panting hard with determination set on his face. You groaned internally.

“Katsuki,” You began,” About what I said, I’m sorr-”

Without waiting for you to finish, Katsuki surged forward. You tried to take a step backward, almost falling, but he caught you, a strong grip on your shoulders. Without waiting for you to get your bearings, Katsuki leaned in, smashing his lips against yours.

It wasn’t a graceful kiss, all clashing teeth and urgency rather than romance. His eyes were screwed closed. He stayed pressed against you, not moving, grip so tight on your upper arms you thought there might be a mark later.

Just as suddenly as he had come forward, he jerked back, but kept his hold on you. You both breathed heavily, eyes locked. Your mind whirled, a hundred voices shouting at the same time. For once, you decided to ignore them and let your body do what it wanted.

You reached up, wrapping your arms around Katsuki’s neck and pulled him back in. This kiss was controlled, soft and sweet. His hands dropped from your shoulders to wrap around your waist. He pressed in harder, adding desperation in the kiss, as if he thought you would vanish any second. When you both pulled away this time, he leaned his forehead against yours, noses bumping into each other, sharing the same breath.

His voice was rough. “Sorry,” He said. “I had to brush my teeth first.”

#bnha #bnha x reader #bnha fanfic #fluff #happy birthday katsuki #fanfic #i'm a sap for a happy ending #bakugo katsuki #bakugo katsuki x reader

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lyrazehedgieboiii · 5 years ago

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Insecurities

Hey guys! SO, I decided to make a one-shot on how Amy’s feeling very stressed, and her feelings on top of that make it harder for her to be happy. How will Sonic feel once he finds out? Let’s GO!!!!

Amy was sitting at Tails’s house, listening to Tails identify his newest invention, and was smiling, as if she were listening, but the only thing she was listening to was her thoughts.

‘Ugh, don’t you have better things to do, Pinky?” her thoughts kept focusing on when she’d get to go. She started going to far in thinking and ended up hurting her own feelings. ‘Yeesh, you’re so weak, no wonder no one likes you.’ Amy widened her eyes, realizing that everyone had their eyes on her.

“Uhm, why is everybody staring at me?” Amy asked, not liking the sudden attention.

“We were asking if we could have dinner at your place?” Sticks said.

“OH. Uhh...o-of course! I’ll go home and start. What does everyone want?”

“CHILI DOGS.” Sonic yelled, kneeling down, begging Amy to make them.

“Eh, I’m fine with whatever you make, Amy.” Sticks said. Amy smiled, not sure whether to take that as a compliment. Amy looked at Tails.

“Cookies for dessert, Tails?” Amy asked, smirking.

“You know me, Amy! You’re chocolate chip cookies are the best things that ever happened to me!” Amy felt tears coming, this was too much for her to take. She ran towards Tails and hugged him, and then hugged Sticks, and Sonic, lingering a bit during his turn. As she was about to turn to Knuckles, Rouge slammed the door open, and bent down to control her breathing.

“Eggman’s...*pant*...attacking...the *pant* village.” Sonic immediately got up, still a bit giddy from Amy’s unexpected sign of affection, and sped off. Rouge, flew by Amy as they all ran. “What’s up with Blue Boy today? He seemed a little excited, did you kiss him?” Rouge asked the petite pink girl.

“OH NO, no, no, No, no, NO Rouge! I just gave him a hug.” Amy exclaimed while blushing.

“But you wish you could more, right?” Rouge said, nudging her elbow at Amy. Amy turned red, trying to hide the fact her heart was hammering. The team made it to the battle scene, finding Eggman in his Eggmobile waiting to introduce his newest robot.

“OH Ho, ho, ho, this robot is sure to get rid of that pesky blue rat!” Eggman laughed evilly, while the villagers just rolled their eyes and watched the fight.

“You keep calling him a ‘pesky blue rat,’ just call him something else! Maybe...,” Lyra stared off into space for a few moments. “DEFORMED PINEAPPLE!” Amy was the only one that giggled. Sonic glared at her. Amy just smirked at him, and sent a blowing kiss. Sonic went giddy and red again.

“Ok, let’s take this from the top. OHOHOHO, THIS ROBOT IS SURE TO GET RID OF YOU, YOU DEFORMED BLUE PINEAPPLE!” Eggman shifted to the side, to reveal a 20 foot tall robot, with lasers, missiles, and shooters on its arms, legs, and head. Everyone went straight for it, Sonic being in the lead. The missiles fired, but were quickly dodged. Then the lasers started firing, and that started to get tough. Along with the crabbots and beebots in the background, it was gonna put up a lot of effort. Knuckles and Tails got blasted away leaving Shadow, Rouge, Amy, Silver, Sonic, and Lyra left. Suddenly a missile was fired, and pushed Rouge aside before exploding. It didn’t cause too much damage to her, but she fell to the ground, caught by Knuckles.

“Come on Hedgie Squad, we can do this!” Lyra said, stabbing the beebots with her scythe.

“Don’t call us that ever again.” Shadow muttered, running towards the back of the robot. That wasn’t a very smart idea, because there were lasers and missiles at the back too. Shadow got blasted, and that only enraged him. He ran faster, but got shot by a laser. He gave up, needing a break. Lyra gave up too, because she just felt lazy. She was cautious though, she didn’t feel like this would end well. Silver, Sonic, and Amy were left. Silver got annoyed with all the unnecessary scrap metal zooming around them and picked them up with his powers, and pushed them all together, and threw them to the side.

While he was doing that, he didn’t notice that Sonic was warning him to get out of the way, and Sonic pushed him, but they both got shot by the laser.

Eggman chuckles. “Looks like Sonic’s whiny little girlfriend is left. Well, that’ll be easy, since she’s so weak and pathetic anyways. I mean come on! The pink brat can easily be thrown off with a laser, or her hurt feelings.” Lyra and Rouge widened their eyes. That wasn’t a good idea...

Amy fell to her knees. She let out a loud sob. She recited every cruel thing that’s ever been told to her. ‘Weak and pathetic.’ ‘Pink brat.’ ‘Those people aren’t your friends, they just feel sorry for you.’ Everyone looked at Amy with surprise. They didn’t know that Amy was getting bullied. Amy stood up, feeling her heart burn with that same weird feeling she had earlier. She couldn’t identify what it was...

Until Sonic muttered.

“Rage.”

Amy’s eyes went dark, along with her quills, and her outfit changed, which surprised Sonic. He was the same when he was in his dark form, he never got a change of wardrobe. Amy however, did. Her dress turned into a dark red halter top, with a high-low skirt, with the back ending just a little below her knees. Her quills became longer, and a blackish aura tinted her vibe.

“I’m sorry Dr. Eggman, what did you say?” Amy asked, floating towards the eggmobile.

“Uh...I’m sorry?” Amy leaned back, and the aura only seemed to deepen.

“YOU LIE! Pathetic old man!” Amy shot some of her negative energy at him, and he disappears into the sky. She summoned her hammer, and it evolved to about 10 feet, and she smashed the robot. It fell back, and then Amy pounded its head.

“Amy?” Amy’s pupils came back, and she looked scared. She turned back to her normal form, and ran off crying. Lyra held Sonic from catching up to her.

“Give her a few minutes, bro. Then go.”

Meanwhile, Amy was in her room sobbing, her thoughts keeping her up in a bubble. She didn’t know how it started, but wanted it to stop. She couldn’t help how she felt, but it only hurt her more. She heard a knock on the door, but ignored it. She heard the door open, and she dashed into her closet, and hid under the clothes.

“Ames, I know you’re in the closet, open up!” Sonic yelled from the other side.

“And what if I were changing?” Amy asked, in quite a harsh tone. “I-I’m so sorry, Sonic. I-I don’t k-know what’s happening to me!” Amy let out a sob.

“Amy. Just open the door and talk to me. Please.” Amy thought that his tone was a bit strange. It almost sounded as if he were...begging her to open the door. She got up, and slowly opened the door. “Thank Chaos, I thought you’d never come out.” Sonic wrapped his arms around Amy, and sat on her bed with him. “Now, tell Doctor Sonic what’s wrong.” Amy put her head on his lap, and he stroked her quills.

“Well, it started a few months ago. I was walking through the village, going to a local mall, and I heard some teens talking trash about m-me. You know how I am when that happens, right?” Sonic nodded. He knew what it was like under the wrath of Amy Rose. “I hit th-them with my hammer, and they literally started crying. Those weird feelings kept my brain occupied for some reason.”

“Don’t worry, Amy. Just be ha-” Sonic was cut off by Amy’s growl.

“Don’t tell me to be happy, Sonic the Hedgehog, don’t you think I already tried that?!” Amy sobbed. Sonic hated the fact that she was depressed. He would do anything to see her smile. He pulled her up, and hugged her.

“I want you to be happy, so what can I do?” Sonic pulled back just a little, to tuck a loose quill out of her face.

“Well, you can kiss me, take me out on a date, marry me, have about seven children, I don’t mind more. You can-” This time, Sonic was the one to cut off Amy. However, it wasn’t with a comment. It was with a kiss. Amy immediately kissed back. Sonic used tongue in this kiss, and that excited specific parts of Amy’s body.

“Sorry Ames. Only one at a time, you’re only 16! Chaos.” Amy pouted. “Okay, two things.You are officially now my girlfriend.” Amy smiled, and squeezed the living daylights out of her new-found boyfriend.

Sonic wrapped Amy’s hair around in his finger. “I see your quills are still long from that, incident.” Amy giggled a little.

“I don’t think I want to cut it.”

“And I don’t mind that at all. But, next time, can’t you tell us what’s eating you.”

“Why do I have to acknowledge that you’re eating me?” Amy joked. Yes, she intended the joke to sound a bit...dirty.

“Oh my CHAOS, Amy! Way to get a man’s hormonal drive up to 130%!” Sonic said, putting his hand to his heart, acting all dramatic.

“Wow. How was it so easy to confess to me?” Amy asked, while smirking.

“I never confessed! But here it is! I...I-I l-love...you...” Sonic barely said it all out. Kind of hard to explain feelings when you’re ego is the size of an Olympic Swimming Pool. His ego would probably die there, anyways.

“IT’S ABOUT TIME, GOD, I THOUGHT AMY WOULD END UP WITH SOMEONE ELSE!” The couple turned around, to find the whole team standing at the door. Lyra was recording with a camcorder, a digital camera, and her phone. She even set up a tripod. Knuckles was the one who yelled, just wanted to let you know. Suddenly, Sonic felt warmth on his ear.

“I love you too. Good job on recognizing your feelings for once.” Amy winked at him and left the room.

WOW WAS THIS LATE. Sorry for posting this a bit late. I started this on Wednesday, but somehow completed this Sunday night. It’s weird because I usually spend fifteen minutes writing a oneshot, but writing this was a bit difficult, because I’m not one to insult Amy Rose. I LOVE HER TOO MUCH SHE’S MY FAVORITE SONIC CHARACTER!!!!!!!!!! I’m very tired because my bed is so fricking hard.

#insecure #sonamy boom #sonamy #sonamy fanfiction #lyra ze hedgie boiii #oneshot #sonamy love #romance #secure #rouge the bat #best friends are the best #besties #this was very late #baby im sorry #posted late #not edited well

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sexyshakespeare · 5 years ago

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bkdk k-pop (BTS) AU: Chapter 1- Kacchan

Bakugou was stressed. Then again, he was always stressed. But today was an especially stressful day- he had an audition to go to. This company was great, but they only really hired the best dancers. The problem was.. he had heard that they were looking for singers too. Logically speaking, anyone who could do both would be the clear pick, but that wasn’t going to put him down. This is Bakugou Katsuki- he works ten times as hard as any dancer out there, and is at least twice as athletic. So what if he can’t sing for shit. SO WHAT- he can learn and replicate any choreography they throw at him, and he’s willing to bet his ass he can do it better than any candidate they have.

Katsuki took a deep breath and walked into the studio. Man, if they could afford to have their auditions at this studio.. what kind of money were they talking exactly. He was greeted by a woman who led him to the auditions room. White walls, white floors, huge mirrored wall on one side- this was how it’s done- not some half-assed practice session on a basket ball court like he was used to. He put his bag down by the wall and watched the others who had come before him give their auditions. Being Katsuki, he tried to point out every mistake they made to himself, not just to gloat over it- but to make sure he doesn’t repeat it. He really was more stressed than usual today, it was a wonder he hadn’t snapped already. When it was finally his turn, he came out to the center of the room. His scarlet hued eyes focused on the three judging the audition. They must be big wigs- he had to impress them. Their choreographer was watching from the other side of the room. He had the floor to himself.

The blond took in a deep breath and waited for his music to come on. He had picked a loose polyester shirt to wear over sweats- his most comfortable dance-wear. When the song started up, he immediately went into action. He’d gone over his routine hundreds- no- thousands of times before this audition. And he was nailing every move- every breath he took was calculated, pre-planned. If this company was as good as everyone said they were, they’d recognize his talent and hard work- all the hours he put into this would not go unnoticed. But Katsuki didn’t settle for just that. Any seasoned performer would be able to put in this kind of effort.

His real selling point was the aggression. Every move, no matter how many thousands of times he’d done it- he replicated it with as much force and passion he’d put into it when he first learned it. Katsuki felt like his muscles were on fire by the end of it, but that only fuelled him more. At the end of his song, he stood up from his crouch and looked at the judges for any good signs. They were busy talking amongst themselves, looking excited. The blond stood there, panting, wiping the sweat out of his eyes- refusing the bottle of water offered to him- he watched the three of them by their table impatiently. What the hell was taking so long. He knew he was better than the chumps that came before him- so they ought to have something to say about it. Fuck this. “So?? Can I expect to hear something??”, he couldn’t stop himself before he shot out the words. The entire room seemed to quieten down. He frowned a bit, trying to correct himself. “..can I have some feedback- please??” One of the three at the table piped up, “We’ll get back to you on that- we still have more auditions before we can decide-“ Of course. He felt stupid to have asked. Shit- his friends had warned him to be more respectful, smile some more or whatever. Katsuki huffed and walked to where his bag was and flopped down next to it. Wiping his face and neck with his towel and squeezing the Gatorade into his mouth, he lay there, panting and glaring at all the other candidates.

Who the fuck cares if I smile- it’s skill that counts. That’s when the next candidate walked in. He was apparently the last one they had, and he was late for auditions- dumbass- that was the first mistake he made today as far as Katsuki was concerned. He watched him carefully, the floppy green hair, freckles on his face.. the doe eyes he made at everybody as he stuttered apologies. Please- what could this guy do to change the verdict. “Hello I’m Izuku Midoriya- I’M SO VERY SORRY AGAIN FOR BEING SO LATE- IT WAS THE TRAFFIC.”, the young man bowed low. The company people were more than understanding. “Don’t worry about it Midoriya- go ahead and perform what you’ve prepared for us-“ Bakugou watched Izuku to see what he could do. But it seemed like he hadn’t heard them yet- the green haired candidate was deeply concentrating on something.. His low voice sounded all over the room, “-I did calculate the time it would take me to get here- IF I took a bus- and it was clearly not worth it considering the time and money spent to get here, couple that with not getting seats on the bus anyway-“ “Uh- Izuku it’s alright! You can go ne-“ “-but that’s exactly why I took a taxi! It was prepaid and everything- I checked the routes on maps to make sure we picked the one with the highest rate of traffic clearance- but even that didn’t seem to work cause the detours on road weren’t updated on the map yet- maybe they need a better system in place for things like this- because clearly-“ “IZUKU MIDORIYA?” “YES!??”, he suddenly looked up to see the man looking at him sternly. “You can perform for us now- you’re the last one and we’re waiting-“ Katsuki could barely hold in the giggles at this point. This guy- THIS was the guy he’d been worried about taking his spot. Not a chance- not happening. He watched the greenet take to the center of the room after putting his things down by the wall and handing his memory stick to the sound person. Then the music started up. He danced in time, his moves were sharp, and subtle. As the beat got faster, he kept time without losing his pace or any of his grace. In stark contrast to the blond that had gone before him- there seemed to be no aggression accompanying his energy. Well, for a first- he smiled. And his eyes seemed to find his target easily- he aimed to please- to impress. And that is exactly why he did. There seemed to be an almost palpable change in the atmosphere in the studio. Everyone had their attention fixed on Izuku Midoriya. Katsuki Bakugou did too. He watched him glide across the floor, dynamic and free in his movements. And as a dancer himself, he knew how many hours it took to make it look this effortless. But even after all this, Bakugou was relaxed. Even if he could dance this beautifully- if anything- maybe they’d be matched in skill. Maybe they’d give this Midoriya fellow a second glance before giving the spot to Katsuki. That was when the cunt started to sing. Izuku’s track changed to instrumental as he sang along with the background accompaniment- he hit his notes high as he danced his routine. His pitch didn’t falter once through all the movement. How the fuck- Then he finished on a low note, his voice rumbling deeper than should’ve been possible. So he had a wide range too. What couldn’t this man do? When he was done, he bowed low again and smiled sweetly at the panel. Bringing his hand up to his hair awkwardly he said, “I hope you liked it! It wasn’t the best I could do- and the song I picked wasn’t the most complicated to choreograph but-“ “It was perfect- we loved it! Don’t be so hard on yourself.”, the company man spoke. He was the real deal- one of the main producers. He looked like he meant business, and even he was smiling at Midoriya. Midoriya got the feedback- he got the smiles- he got the excited chattering amongst the panel. Bakugou was livid. He suddenly stood up from his spot, causing the others in the room to turn towards the sound. Gathering up his things, he stomped out of the room and into the hallway leading back out to the elevator. Fuck ‘em. Fuck Midoriya. Fuck that producer. He walked into the elevator, angry with himself. He was angry for a lot of reasons- for not being able to sing- that was the first. At best, he used to rap a little as a hobby when he was younger. Would that help?? They hadn’t mentioned rapping at the auditions. He stood in the back, absolutely seething. It’s not like he could go back and rap for them now- that would make him look like a clown.

As the doors of the elevator closed, he found himself immediately regretting his outburst. Holding his head in his hand, he tried to not scream. He couldn’t do this here- they might still call him after today- he still had a chance.

He looked up suddenly to see his messy mop of green hair pushing through the doors. His eyes looked large and apologetic. Pathetic. “Come to gloat?”, he shot at him gruffly. Midoriya seemed to be taken aback as he shuffled into the lift- bag in hand. “N-No?? G-gloat about what- exactly..”, his voice sounded, unsure. This was the guy who would get his job. Right in front of him. What the hell did he have that Katsuki didn’t?? He glared at him before looking up. The elevator was making its way down to the ground floor- where he’d be taking a bus back to his shitty rented apartment that he could barely afford- yes, a bus- because he couldn’t afford a damn taxi like this freckled prodigy. He hated his guts- pushing his way into the elevator like that to hang around the loser of the day. “You got the job- idiot- so act like it.” Bakugou preferred it that way. At least if he gloated, he’d be able to put it all behind him- chalk it up to be a bad week and start again. But instead, Izuku tilted his head at him like a confused puppy. “..Bakugou right? They mentioned something about your stunts- said they’d be contacting some of us for choreography next week- but uhh- they figured maybe you don’t want the job anymore cause you-“ The blond snapped his head towards him instantly. “WHAT? THEY SAID WHAT?-“ He was already pressing the buttons to go back up- he pressed the wrong floor a couple of times before getting the right one. His face was sweating again. “Hey! I was on my way down- you could’ve waited..”, the other man’s voice was soft and undemanding as he watched the blond look panicked. Katsuki suddenly felt a hand on his shoulder, just as the doors opened on the right floor. “Tell them the truth- they seem like nice people. They were really impressed by you” The blond turned to look at him, dumbfounded. He was only met with a smile, not anywhere close to malicious- just a genuine look of happiness on this stranger’s face at the prospect of his adversary getting the job in his place. Fuckin’ weirdo. Bakugou walked through the hallway and into the studio, embarrassed that all eyes were on him. Many of the dancers seemed to have left already- the others were packing up. A few were speaking to the producers and the choreographer and standing around having coffee. As the spiky haired blond approached the group, he bowed his head slightly in apology. The producer took his hand and shook it. “Did Midoriya catch up to you then? We were going to call you too of course- so I take it you will come to the choreography round next week?” “Yes- of course I will- thank you so much for the opportunity sir-“, the otherwise prideful young man was severely humbled by the offer. This could just be his big break- if he could keep his emotions in check before this was all over. He felt like this was his chance to explain himself before things got out of hand. “I- I have some anger management issues- which I’m working on of course- that’s not going to be something that’ll hinder our work flow- I’m very sorry about walking out like that-“ It had to be done. He had to make the best impression on them if was going to be considered at all. He couldn’t smile and make doe eyes like him, but at the very least, he could be sincere if he tried. The producer looked at him with kind eyes, but cancelled out the gesture in a rather assertive tone, “Bakugou- we expect great things from you- and we also expect that you’ll be professional about keeping your emotions appropriate to the work setting-“ He sighed before continuing to sip on his coffee. “We’re not exactly sure what kind of arrangement we have for you, but only time and working together will tell-“ Before he could contain himself, he was speaking, “So another round of testing? That’s when you’ll decide you want me in the company?” The choreographer was listening before, but now he grinned wide. “This fish is ready to jump ah- PD?” He laughed and slapped the man on his shoulder. PD looked at Katsuki again, and spoke in a measured tone. “You’re assuming you’ll get the spot and nobody else? Isn’t that a little too confident- even if you are talented, that isn’t something we like in this company-“ At that, the blond fixed his scarlet gaze on his, his eyes hard like steel. “Sir- respectfully- I know I’ve worked hard enough to get in- I know I’ll work harder than anybody here to make you see that- I will show you why I deserve this job-“ He took a deep breath and bowed low. When he straightened up, he saw that PD was smiling- a small, knowing look on his face. “I look forward to that Katsuki-“ Bakugou breathed a sigh of relief before taking a cup of coffee himself. He needed his nerves to settle already. “But to be completely honest? Since you do seem to want that from me-“, the producer smiled some more before sprinkling some sweetener in his cup, “Midoriya seems to be showing us why he deserves this job- maybe you ought to ask him for tips-“ Katsuki breathed in sharply and directed his glare at the door, willing the green haired wonder to walk in.

But Midoriya was already in a bus on his way home- to his own shitty little apartment. He just had to get this job- even if he had to fight that pretty blond for it. Izuku sighed, his breath fogged up the window as he looked out into the streets passing by him. He chuckled to himself. This Bakugou person had tried hard to make an enemy out of him- but it didn’t work. Izuku knew a good man when he saw one. This one just seemed to want to push people away- even if he was harmless. Well- maybe he’d scratch a little.. like a cat. “Katsuki- Katsuki-chan – Katchan “, the greenet mumbled to himself as he settled his head down on his bunched-up scarf. A three-hour long bus ride called for a nap after all. Izuku smiled suddenly, a pinkness in his cheeks. “Kacchan..”

#bkdk #kacchan #bnhafanfic #bkdkfanfic #bakudeku #katsudeku #kpop au #bts inspired #mhafanfic #fanfic #animefanfic #bakugou #bakugou katsuki #midoriya #midoriya izuku #deku

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klappert-art · 5 years ago

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A weird and long step by step

((this probably isn’t a good tutorial, no one asked for this, i just want to write something)) If you think too much words just read the bold ones. Program used is Clip Studio Paint Pro. I bought it in summer 2018 with 50% sale, really worth it if you ask me.

I start off with rough sketch, usually the draft was just stickman (i deleted the layer so there’s no such thing in the GIF) using Redjuice’s flatbrush, or I do this step traditionally using pencil and paper then took a photo of it

rough lineart, well I’m bad in lineart so this one particular lineart will be our final lineart, or maybe I would redraw this again just to make sure of the composition & detail. I’m using the default (rough?) pencil tool

blocking the figure. To save lives, make sure do this in new layer. Using default G-Pen tool in desaturated (or gray) colors. This step will help if you want to make background.

uhh rough colors?? I never prepared color palette beforehand so I just brush off colors to see how they work. Still with Redjuice’s flat brush with different pressure. I did this until I’m satisfied. Usually I use complementary colors in base color and highlight (eg if the basecolor blue, then the highlight will be yellow/red). For shadows just around saturated/desaturate colors. In this step defining values is important. This step is very necessary for me because I like colorful things, so sometimes just splashing colors into drawings and it ended up ugly.

make folder of all usable layers, then duplicate folder, then merge. I try to keep my layers in minimum due to my laptop’s low spec. I also have too much experience of wrong layer so in the end let’s just merge all of them. Usually I separate between background, figure (the one blocked before), and eyes cuz eyes are frickin hard for me. Maybe more if there are details.

Render pretty much self-explanatory, for this style I’m using this watercolor brush. Altough in 90% of my drawings I also use this brush. Start with the pic’s focal point I mean if you draw people usually the most important part is the face, then try to make it as best as you can. I will not move to the next part until I finished the face, especially.. eyEs.. Just pick colors by pressing alt then brush everything.

better explanation. skin: I used saturated color for the lines, then paler colors. nose: idk i usually make noses more saturated than the rest. eyes: dark top, then some highlight in the middle, and bright desaturated color in the bottom.. pretty much basic anime eyes. For all parts I start off by drawing lines (aka painting lineart)

Hair is my fav part, but also hardest aside from eyes. I just make some blob at first, then lines, then render by making triangle or rhombus of colors

Render the rest until u satisfied (I’m very sorry at this worthless effort of explaining), just follow the rough color created before

Make it fancy. I just airbrushed red/orange in overlay layer. Then some droplet from default brush. If necessary a color balance layer and curves can help too.

That’s all. Sorry for too much words lol. I just happen to have some rough weeks hahA. Anyway I’ve posted several drawings in this style before, my favorite is this one (top), and these posts also used similar style/technique: 1 2 3. If anyone want a better and more detailed tutorial just let me know, so I’m sure what I did can be useful for someone...Thanks if anyone read this.

#tutorial #i believe this post will not show up in tumblr's search result #step by step #art tutorial #...i guess? hope this inspired someone huhuehaha #long post

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amazingmsme · 5 years ago

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Lab Rat

AN: My trash brain came up with this idea one day while listening to Pay Attention and that one line about the lie detector hearing aids. Then I thought about that part at the beginning and knew I had to write it! Took me way too long to finish, but here ya go! Hope you enjoy!

Curt enjoyed being down in the lab. For starters, all the gadgets and equipment drew his attention everywhere he looked, so he was always entertained. He'd move from one item to the next before he even learned what the previous object was or what it did. He also really enjoyed Barb's company. She was bubbly and energetic, and could never stay mad at him for too long no matter what he did. It was a much welcomed balance to Cynthia, who had just given him poisoned coffee a half hour ago after chewing him out.

He burst into the lab, eyes immediately settling on the short blonde. "How's my favorite neeerd?" he yelled, smirking when she jumped at the loud volume.

"Oh hi Curt!" she waved excitedly and rushed over. She fiddled with her glasses and looked down at her shoes. "I'm fine, how are you?"

He looked around the large lab and said, "Bored, which is why I'm here. This place is practically a toy store for me." Her eyes widened and a nervous look swept across her face.

"It's really not, you can't just barge in here and start messing with whatever you want- PUT THAT DOWN!" She rushed over and yanked the monocle from his hand. He leaned over her shoulder to get a better look at it.

"Why? What's it do?"

She let out a huff of air and set it back on it's tray. "It's a very delicate piece of spy-wear that can allow you to run an instant background check on nearby people, and it can help you locate your target in a large crowd so you don't lose track of them," she explained. Curt let out a low whistle.

"Wow, maybe I'll get to use it soon!" Barb shook her head, "I'm sorry, but knowing you, you'd probably break it."

"Hey!" he protested. She continued, "Plus it just wouldn't look right on you. Monocles are all posh and fancy and you're... not. It would suit Owen much better."

He chuckled and crossed his arms, "Yeah, no one's more posh than that bastard. Heh, he'll probably look like a stuffy old guy wearing it." Barb couldn't help but to giggle in agreement. Curt fed off her encouragement and mocked his partner. He raised his voice a few octaves and gave it a very bad British accent, waving his hands in the air as he spoke. "Oh Curt look at me, I'm so cool and collected all the time! You see it's because I'm British, so that means I'm faaar superior than youu." He even went as far as to shift his jaw to make it look crooked.

Barb's mouth hung open in shock, light laughter spilling out despite her best efforts. She covered her mouth as a snort slipped out and she smacked his arm. "Curt that's not nice!"

That just made him beam. "I know, which is why it's so funny." She just crossed her arms and shook her head fondly.

"Curt Mega you're ridiculous. But, I do have something you could test for me!" she said excitedly. He rubbed his hands together with enthusiasm for what awaited him.

"Great! What is it? Something cool, like a flame throwing pen or a bow tie that shoots acid?" he asked, bouncing on his heels. Barb shook her head, "No but remind me to make that pen, it sounds useful. I need you to test this hearing aid," she said and carefully placed them on his ears. She was on her tip toes trying to reach them, so Curt bent down for her to put them on easier.

"Thank you!" she chirped. She took out a small remote and started fiddling with it.

"So, what's this supposed to do exactly?" She smirked, "You'll see. Just tell me how bad on a scale of 1 to 10."

His brows furrowed, "How bad what-" she pushed the button and cut him off. He yelped and scrunched his shoulders, rubbing his ear. She smacked him to make him stop.

"Did it really hurt that much?" she questioned.

"It was supposed to hurt?" he asked. She let out a huff of a laugh, "Well yeah, it's supposed to electrocute you. Did it not?"

"Uh no, not really." She placed her hands on her hips, slightly annoyed that her invention wasn't working as planned.

"Well it did something!" she argued.

"Yeah, it did," he trailed off. She waited expectantly, her hands placed on her hips as she stared up at him.

"Well? Mind telling me?" He didn't meet her eyes, rubbing the back of his neck. It was embarrassing, and he really didn't want to tell her.

"I'd rather... not." She scoffed at him, throwing her hands up in annoyance.

"Well geez, that's helpful! C'mon Curt, you can tell me," she tried coaxing. When he still didn't, she sighed. "Look, I know I was a little harsh, but that's only because it didn't work the way I want it to, it has nothing to do with you," she clarified, thinking that his reluctance to speak was because of her snappish tone.

"It's not that." She became puzzled now and tilted her head in confusion.

"Then what is it?"

He rolled his eyes, not liking having to explain. "It didn't hurt it just felt, I don't know, weird." He did know. He knew exactly what it did, and hated how much it affected him. He's one of the world's greatest spies, there is absolutely no reason for him to be this ticklish! He's supposed to be the suave tough guy, an intimidating manly man. You can't keep up an image like that if you can be reduced to an incoherent mess by a few prodding fingers, can you? No, you can't, which is exactly why he didn't want to tell her. But this is Barb we're talking about, he can trust her with that sort of information. There isn't anything he could do that could tarnish her view of him as a strong spy.

"Weird huh? Could you describe it better?"

"Uhh-"

"'Cause I know you have a better vocabulary than that," she smirked. Curt finally conceded.

He lowered his voice so that only she could hear. "It just tickled is all, okay? Happy now?" Her smile only grew.

"Why didn't you just say so?" she chirped. "Now if your don't mind, I need to run some calibrations to see how far off it is." Curt didn't like the mischievous gleam in her eyes. "This might tickle," she teased as her finger pressed down on the button.

Curt was about to protest, reaching out to stop her but squealed at the light jolting sensations. His neck scrunched up to try and shield himself, only for it not to work. He reached up to take them off, a stream of high pitched giggles flooding the room. She acted quickly and dug into his stomach, sending his arms crashing down. He tugged at her hands, but she simply twisted out of his grasp and targeted a different spot. Curt was a laughing jittery mess completely at her will.

"Ah! Mahahake ihihit stop!" he pleaded. His legs were growing weak and he leaned against the wall for support. This just allowed her better access as she crawled her fingers up his ribs.

"I'm sorry Curt, but I can't do that! It's just too fun!" she chirped, making him blush. This sucked so much, people were starting to look, yet nobody offered to help. Probably because he had ruined a good few of their projects by accident... Looks like he'd be on his own. He couldn't help but to snort when she squeezed his hips, trying to to push her away. Though he wasn't trying as hard as he knew he could, he didn't want to hurt her! So instead he suffered at her mercy, of which she granted none. She giggled at the noises coming out of his mouth.

"Oh my God this is great! Who would've thought you were so sensitive? Better not let the bad guys know about this," she winked and skittered her nails across his neck. His laughter became more frantic as he did his best to dislodge her evil fingers. The buzzing electricity at his ears was driving him absolutely mad as his laughter turned silent. He mustered up the strength to reach up and yank them off, his laughter beginning to die down when Barb backed off.

She just stood there smugly, one hand on her hip, the other held out with the palm up expectantly. He failed to suppress a hiccup before he spoke, "You're fucking ruthless, you know that?" He dropped the small torture devices in her hand and patted her shoulder to help stable himself.

She was positively beaming, "Everyone in this business is at least a little bit ruthless, you should know that by now."

"Heh, yeah, guess we're all a bunch of twisted bastards," he joked.

"That we are," a new voice sounded from behind and Curt stiffened. He whipped around to see Cynthia walking towards them. Her heels echoed in the lab with a satisfying click clack. An uncharacteristic smile warmed her usually harsh features as she approached. He cleared his throat to speak.

"Cynthia! You, uh, didn't see that, did you?"

"Oh Mega, don't ask questions you don't want the answer to." That told him all he needed to know and he adverted his gaze from his boss. She continued, "Keep trying on those hearing aids, I think you're onto something."

Barb nodded, "Yes ma'am! Though I think I'm just gonna scrap these and start over."

Cynthia glanced at the gear in her hands and looked her up and down. "Hm. That's a shame, it was pretty entertaining to watch." At those words his cheeks turned a pale pink, making her smirk. She was about to turn and leave, but stopped to face Curt.

"She's right, you better not let anyone else find out about you're little weakness. You don't want anyone else using it against you," she said in a tone that was almost teasing and reached out to squeeze his side. She chuckled when he jumped and smacked her hand away, shaking her head fondly. With that, she left.

Curt glared down at Barb, but his smile made the look less threatening. "I'm never gonna live that down am I?" She was grinning so much that her eyes squinted at the corners.

"Nope." Curt simply let out a sigh at the confirmation of his fate. He didn't dwell on it for too long though.

He clapped his hands to break the silence, "If you don't mind, I think I'll hang on to these. Pretty good for a prank, and I think I know just the posh son of a bitch to try it out on." He couldn't keep his smile at bay as he began to scheme.

Barb nudged his arm with her shoulder, "Now who's the ruthless one?"

#curt mega #agent curt mega #barb lavernor #cynthia houston #spies are forever #spies are forever fic #saf #saf fic #spies are forever tickle fic #saf tickle fic #ticklish!curt

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ortizobsessed · 6 years ago

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That Won’t Be Necessary

This one was requested by @chibsisadream. (I chose to write it about Juice for obvious reasons, I hope that’s okay!!)

Okay it definitely took me way too long to get around to writing this but WOW does it ever feel good to be writing again.

Reader x Juice where you two are about to be intimate and you get nervous because you haven’t shaved down there.

Warnings: Mild Smut

Word Count: 1274

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Juan. His name was consistently finding a home in your mind. The more you tried to ignore it, the more your burning desire for him grew. There you were, sitting at the bar in the middle of a party at the clubhouse, off in your own little world. You were daydreaming about him, and not paying any mind to anyone.

You were caught off guard when someone came up behind you and wrapped their arms around your shoulders. “Hello, sweetheart.”

Your stomach did back flips. It was Juice. The feeling of his strong arms around you nearly made you melt into a puddle where you were sitting. He didn’t even have to try and you were completely at his mercy.

“Hello, sir,” you said flirtatiously.

He spun you around on the bar stool until you were facing him. He grabbed the bottle of beer from your nervously clenched fist, and placed it on the bar. Reaching out a hand to you, he asked equally flirtatiously, “Would the pretty lady care for a dance?” You simply nodded and placed your unsteady hand in his.

You and Juice had a playful relationship, but you wanted so much more than that. You liked the dorky, wide grinning, tattooed, kind-hearted biker boy more than you wanted to admit.

Your dancing started out very innocent, but slowly evolved into something much more intense. As nervous as you were, you weren’t about to stop him. His hands slowly found their way to your waist, pulling you closer. He loosened his grip slightly as you turned around and, not so innocently, started grinding your back side against the front of his pants.

The whole room seemed to fade into the background as Juice pulled your hair off to one side and kissed the top of your bare shoulder. You felt your breathing deepen, and you couldn’t hold it back any longer.

Right there, in front of everyone, who were surely doing the same thing, you spun around and without hesitation planted your lips firmly on his. It didn’t take long for Juice to react. One hand was in your hair, and the other was slowly making its way down your back.

As quickly as it had begun, the kiss ended. Juice took your hand in his and pulled you through the crowd of people. Anyone paying attention surely knew what was happening, but you didn’t care. The object of your desire was leading you to his bedroom.

It didn’t take long after shutting the door behind him until Juice was all over you again. His hands in your hair, your hands running along his chest under his shirt.

Pushing his kutte off his shoulders, you glanced up at him longingly. Pulling his shirt over his head, your eye contact only broke momentarily, then his lips were on yours once more.

Walking backwards, he lead you towards the bed and sat down. You placed your hands on his shoulders, feeling his muscles flex as you straddled him.

Leaning down slowly, letting the tension between you build, you kissed the corner of his mouth, then slowly trailing kisses along his jaw and down his neck. Finally giving in, you kissed him wildly and began grinding your hips back and forth in his lap. As you felt him getting excited beneath you, something in you made you pull back from the kiss abruptly.

You became painfully aware of just what was causing your cold feet; you hadn’t shaved down there in, well, a little too long.

Other things just always seemed more important. Not to mention that you hadn’t been intimate with a man in quite some time. You’d kept up your ritual of ‘grooming’ yourself for a while, whether it was for that extra bit of self-confidence, or just wilfully hoping someone would come along and sweep you off your feet, but you slowly started losing faith. Faith in finding someone who would want to be with you again. So began the slow decline in how often you chose to shave.

But now, here you were, face to face with HIM, the guy you had been dreaming about for the past 3 months, and you were completely unprepared. In an effort to play it off, you pulled your shirt over your head, but the look of confusion on Juice’s face was one you couldn’t ignore.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Was it- uhm- was it something I did?” He spoke between laboured breaths, as he reached up and tucked your hair behind your ear.

“No! Oh, no no no,” you replied, almost giggling, “this,” you motioned back and forth between you two, “this is good...this is, wow, this is REALLY good.” You noticed a smile creep onto Juice’s face. Your flustered manner made it pretty clear that you were not bothered one bit at the thought of being with him.

“It’s just, uhh, do you mind if I go to the washroom to freshen up quickly?” you asked sheepishly, all the while biting your thumb nervously.

“Oh, that won’t be necessary, sweetheart,” he said as he grabbed your backside, then stood up and turned around, before throwing you onto the bed. He crawled over top of you and whispered sensually, “we’ll work up a sweat in no time.”

His words made all your senses dance in anticipation, but you knew the second he saw what was going on down there he wouldn’t want to be with you.

Your lack of response made Juice question what was going through your mind again. “Okay, will you just tell me what’s wrong?” he said through a light laugh.

“Okay, okay...” you sighed. In an effort to get it over with as soon as possible you closed your eyes and blurted out, “I haven’t tidied up in this area,” pointing towards your core, “in a while...”

Juice was silent, and you thought to yourself, “Yep. This is it. How could he not want to leave now?!”

He still hadn’t replied. You reluctantly gazed up at his kind brown eyes. He was looking at you with a smirk on his face. “That’s what has you all worked up?”

His reaction was far from what you were expecting. “Well- umm- yes?” You weren’t quite sure how to answer him.

Juice let out a small chuckle, causing you to smile shyly. “I mean, I guess that might bother some people, but not me.” As he spoke, you felt your confidence return. “It’s natural. Hell, there are times I don’t shave either. Anyone who tells you they’re spotless 100% of the time is lying.” He gave you a reassuring smile before adding, “Besides, it’s kind of hot knowing I’m the first guy you’ve wanted to be with in a while.”

Those words were all you needed. Wrapping your arms around his neck you pulled him down on top of you and started kissing him with an even larger need than before. You thought to yourself, “He didn’t run. He wasn’t disgusted. He-“ you slid one hand down the front of his pants and felt his arousal, “still wants me,” and you felt your body relax.

Slipping his pants off, he stood at the foot of the bed and pulled yours down too, taking your underwear with them. He eyed you up, head to toe, pausing slightly at your core, and he growled low in his throat. “Damn Baby, you are so sexy.”

Mere seconds after that he was inside you, making you moan his name.

“Juan. Ohhh- OH JUAN.”

It was exactly how you had imagined his name rolling off your lips; in the throws of passion, as you both reached your highs.

#that won’t be necessary #juice imagine #juice ortiz imagine #juan carlos ortiz imagine #sons of anarchy imagine #soa imagine #juice ortiz #juan carlos ortiz #theo rossi #sons of anarchy #soa #samcro #redwood original #men of mayhem #fan fiction #juice smut #juice ortiz smut #juan carlos ortiz smut

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littlesmartart · 6 years ago

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queer eye au where eponine, joly and bossuet nominate their friend grantaire because he’s an awesome guy but he’s just stopped caring about himself and needs some help getting out of his funk. enjolras is food and wine, combeferre is culture, courfeyrac is fashion, jehan is grooming, and feuilly is design...

courf nearly ends up in tears when he goes through R’s wardrobe. it’s all hoodies and old ratty graphic tees and baggy jeans with holes in, and everything is covered in paint - including courf after a few minutes.

enjolras: I JUST FOUND A BAG OF HUMAN TEETH. R: oh that’s for an art project! enjolras: [gayfear.jpeg]

jehan: so what’s your usual haircare routine? :) R: uhh... I shower and then like... put my beanie on? jehan: what do you use to wash your hair? R: ...soap? jehan: ... R: ...should... should I not be using soap?

they’re officially there to help R fix himself up for his first big art exhibition at the end of the week but combeferre figures out in like 0.3 seconds that R’s biggest problem is his perception of his own self-worth, which is so low that he doesn’t think he deserves to be living well. combeferre starts bringing up the idea of therapy and although R is reluctant they have a heart-to-heart about ferre’s own experiences with it.

feuilly, surveying the house: I’m gonna need some bleach. and maybe a flamethrower.

enjolras goes through R’s kitchen cupboards and finds nothing but kraft singles, stale cereal, and alcohol - but it turns out that R is actually very knowledgeable about wine and a very pleasantly surprised enjolras winds up having a long conversation with him about it.

courf: you can keep five graphic tees and whichever hoodie has the least paint on it, but the jeans... the jeans HAVE to go.

[jehan walks into R’s bathroom] [jehan immediately exits R’s bathroom] [gayfear.jpeg]

[camera cuts to feuilly lifting up a couch cushion] [feuilly retches and drops it quickly] feuilly: okay so that’s for the flamethrower pile

combeferre takes R to a gym and signs him up with personal trainer musichetta, whose goal is to help R get back into the boxing and dancing he once loved.

enjolras takes R food shopping and shows him how to buy decent ingredients on a small budget. R actually knows quite a bit about food, and used to be really into cooking before his mental health got worse, and enjolras gives R a very sweet pep talk about how cooking is meant to be fun and can build him up rather than draining him and promises to help him with it. the camera lingers on them smiling at each other.

whilst feuilly is fixing up a chair, the camera catches bahorel, one of his team, running across the back of the shot, and there’s a wolf-whistle from somewhere. the next shot is feuilly looking deeply exasperated, saying “and now for the heavy lifting section”. next shot is feuilly back to fixing the chair, whilst bahorel stands behind him, inexplicably shirtless, passing him nails, looking very pleased with himself.

[R emerges from changing room cubicle in a tight-fitted shirt looking sheepish] courf, choking on his mocha frappe with cream and rainbow sprinkles: holy shit you have muscles! look at those MUSCLES where were you HIDING those??? you’re freakin’ jacked oh my god

R returns from the shopping trip with a lot of plaid, some well fitted button-ups, two excellent bomber jackets, several pairs of jeans that make his ass look fantastic, a new beanie, and a confused but pleased smile.

combeferre meets up with eponine, joly and bossuet, who tell him all about how much they love R but how it breaks their hearts that he doesn’t think he’s worth that love. combeferre suggests them making him a little book of all these things to present to him after the art show.

jehan cuts R’s hair shorter on the sides and back and neatens up his scraggly beard into Hollywood Stubble (because in every episode that magically makes men look 500x more attractive), and teaches him a low effort haircare/styling routine.

feuilly fixes up R’s little house with loads of extra storage, new kitchen counters, a proper bed rather than a crappy mattress on the floor, new couches to invite all his friends over, and loads of artwork from artists that inspire him all over the walls. he also turns the tiny spare room that had been used to store canvases into a gorgeous studio/workshop. R cries.

courf and jehan reveal R’s new appearance. there’s a lot of delighted shrieking. the camera lingers on enjolras’ wide eyes and dropped jaw. he’s gone kind of red and doesn’t say much whilst the other gush about how great R looks. courf and jehan high five.

enjolras teaches R how to make some cool finger food for the exhibition, and it winds up with them playfully nudging each other with their shoulders whilst they chop veggies. camera pans to feuilly, watching them with eyes wide, then he notices the camera and frantically gestures for it to pan back to them. enjolras is throwing peanuts for R to catch in his mouth and it’s sickeningly cute.

on the final day R is acting weird and combeferre assumes it’s nerves about the show so takes him outside for a pep talk. halfway through R notices enjolras through the window and is completely distracted. combeferre looks at the camera, raises his eyebrows, and mouths oh no.

when they leave, jehan mentions the hair styling products he left, courf recommends the bomber jacket with the new shoes they chose, feuilly tells him about a company in town who make bespoke frames out of driftwood, for his future works, combeferre hugs him then gives him a long meaningful look that clearly says you know what to do. enjolras says goodbye last, sadly reminding him that he needs to buy the guac ingredients for the dips he’s creating that night. The camera cuts away to show the two of them talking in the background of the shot, too quiet to hear - courf, jehan and feuilly are all clinging to each other in the foreground pulling excited faces, and combeferre is trying to herd them out of the door. enjolras is subdued but thoughtful in the car on the way back and combeferre makes him sit next to him up front, because the other three can’t stop grinning at each other.

[everyone in the loft with their drinks and dessert] courf, holding the remote: allllriiiiiiiight, everyone ready to- enjolras, way too quickly: yES

the art show goes amazingly well, the art is stunning, and everyone loves the food. R’s favourite artist turns up (the other four yell and freak out, combeferre looks smug), and at the end eponine, joly and bossuet take R aside and gavroche brings him the book of love. R cries and hugs them all.

[final shot of the video has R winking directly at the camera] [courf, jehan, feuilly and combeferre scream] [enjolras looks simultaneously mortified and delighted and attempts to melt into the couch] [the others all pile on top of him, yelling]

QUEERPILOGUE: when everything is done with the show, enjolras and grantaire go on a bunch of distinctly off-camera dates and decide to get together. the final shot of the episode is a photo of them grinning and holding hands.

#exr #enjoltaire #enjolras #grantaire #combeferre #courfeyrac #feuilly #jehan #jean prouvaire #les mis #queer eye

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nazariolahela · 6 years ago

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Chapter 9: The Search Pt. 2

Pairing: none

Word Count: 1656

Rating: PG-13

Description: Maxwell continues his search for Riley and meets some interesting people along the way.

Notes: Constructive criticism welcome. Thanks for reading.

[Things at work have been super crazy. so apologies for this taking so long. Hopefully, I can update more once things slow down]

Tags: @stopforamoment @museofbooks @viktoriapetit @nekkidmolerat

Please let me know if you would like to be added. :)

Catch up here

Disclaimer: All original TRR characters used belong to Pixelberry. This story is only for entertainment purposes.

Early the next morning, Maxwell dressed and began Day 2 of “Operation: Find Riley.” He looked over the torn phone book sheets, crossing names off that had no listed address or that weren’t in the area he saw Riley and her mom. He grabbed his phone to call the car for pick up when it rang. He answered it to find a screaming Bertrand.

“MAXWELL PERCIVAL BEAUMONT! What is your status on finding Lady Riley? I had to hear from Drake that you hadn’t found her yet.”

“Chillax bro. I’m getting there. I saw her last night with her mom, so we’re close.”

“No, I will not ‘chillax.’ Not until the name of House Beaumont is restored to its former glory.”

“You worry too much, Bertrand. I’m hot on her trail. I’m going to check out a few places today and I’ll call you later with a status report.”

“You had better, Maxwell. I didn’t send you over there to galavant with the locals. You are to find Riley and bring her home immediately.”

“Aye aye, Captain,” Maxwell replied mockingly.

“That’s quite enough. Find Riley please and quickly. We don’t have much time before the Engagement Tour starts.”

“Don’t worry big bro. I’ve got this. Call you later!”

He hung up the phone and dialed the car service. A short while later, his ride arrived and he set out through the city to find his “Little Blossom.” The first address on his list was an early 19th-century brownstone apartment building. He strode up the steps and pressed the buzzer to the apartment. A grumpy voice greeted him on the other end.

“Go away! I already gave to charity.”

“Uh...excuse me, is there a Riley Brooks living here?”

“What? I’m not interested in riding hooks.”

“No, no. RILEY BROOKS. Does she live here?”

He heard the voice on the other end grumbling, followed by another faint voice in the background. A moment later, a voice called out above him. Looking up, he saw a silver-haired woman peering down at him from a third-story window. “What do you want?” she snapped.

“I’m looking for Riley Brooks. Does she live here?”

The woman frowned. “No. The only Brooks’ here are me and my husband Leland.”

Maxwell sighed. “Okay. Sorry to bother you.” He trudged down the steps to the awaiting car. Crossing off the first address, he moved on to his next destination.

The next address he arrived at was a Pre-War building with a doorman standing watch outside. He approached the doorman, smiling and holding his list.

“Good morning sir, may I help you?” the doorman asked.

“Yeah, I’m looking for a Riley Brooks. Can you tell me if she lives in this building?”

“Hmm...we don’t have anyone by the name of Riley in this building, but we have a Ms. Linda Brooks. Is she of any relation?”

“Maybe. Does she have a daughter?”

“Afraid not, sir. She’s what you would call a working girl.”

Maxwell’s eyes widened. “Oh...yeah, that’s not who I’m looking for.” As he started to walk away, a woman in a low-cut bodycon dress approached the building, catching the doorman’s attention.

“Ah, here’s Ms. Brooks now, sir.” the doorman chimed.

Maxwell turned to see the woman walking towards him. “Henry, are you looking for me? Who is this handsome stud?” she cooed.

“Good day, Ms. Brooks. This gentleman is looking for you. I didn’t know you were expecting company or I would have shown him to your apartment.”

“For me? Ooh. Well, I didn’t have any appointments today, but I’m sure I can squeeze you in.” she said, dragging a finger down Maxwell’s torso. He swallowed hard and took a step back.

“I-I think you got the wrong idea, miss. I’m looking for my friend,” Maxwell stammered.

“I’ll be your friend, honey. For two grand an hour. Just give me a few minutes to freshen up,” she purred, running her hand up and down Maxwell’s arm.

“N-No, that’s okay. I have to go now,” he said, turning to leave. Before he could run, she grabbed his arm and slipped a business card in his hand.

“In case you change your mind, honey.”

Maxwell looked down at the card in his hand and took off running down the street. When he reached the car, he stopped to catch his breath.

“Everything alright?” his driver asked.

“Uhh...I think I just got propositioned by an escort. She gave me this,” he replied, handing the driver the card.

“Ahh...miss Samantha Daniels. I chauffeured her and one of her gentleman callers last weekend. Very lovely woman. And funny. You two will get along great.”

“WHAT? NO! It’s not like that at all!” he shrieked. “I thought she was Riley’s mom!”

The driver smirked and handed the card back to Maxwell. “Well, in case you get lonely while you’re here, I’d hang on to this.”

Maxwell scowled and snatched the card back. “Just take me to the next address.”

The driver chuckled and took off down the street. After a few hours, Maxwell had visited nine of the addresses on his list and still hadn’t found Riley. He fired off a message to Drake and Hana to update them of his progress.

Maxwell: Whew what a day. Who knew there were so many Brookses in the world. 😕

Drake: Brookses? Is that even a word?

Maxwell: Who cares? Point is, there are a lot of them and so far none of them are Riley.

Hana: Oh dear. I hope you find her soon. 😭

Maxwell: I’m working on it, Hana. I’m not leaving this city until I do.

He had one address left on his list. He wasn’t sure if this one was it, but he wasn’t about to give up after all the time and effort he had spent. The car pulled up in front of a walk-up building that had seen better days. He thought the building looked familiar from the day he took Riley to Cordonia, but it had been so long, he was drawing a blank. Nervously, he made his way to the third floor and knocked on the door. He waited a few moments before he knocked again. He knocked a third time before a door opened behind him and a frail old lady greeted him.

“Can I help you with something, young man?”

Maxwell turned to her. “Yeah, do you know the people who live in this apartment?”

“Ah, yes. Linda and her girl live there.

“Wait, is her name Riley?”

“Why yes, it is. Do you know them?” she asked.

“I’m actually a friend of Riley’s. I’m visiting from out of town and I was hoping to catch her while I’m here,” he replied.

The old woman opened the door wider and motioned for him to come in. “I believe Linda’s at work, but she should be home in a couple of hours. Would you like to come in for some cookies and lemonade?”

He nodded and followed her inside. She shut the door and made her way towards the kitchen. Maxwell took a seat on the sofa and looked around the tiny apartment. “So, how long have you known Linda and Riley?”

“Oh, about 10 years. Nicest people you’ll ever meet. They moved in when Riley was in high school,” she responded, returning with a tray of chocolate chip cookies and a glass of pink lemonade. Maxwell grabbed a handful of cookies and the cup and began stuffing his face.

“So, what’s your name, young man?”

“Lord Maxwell Beaumont.”

“I’m Gertrude Bergman, but everyone calls me Gertie. It’s nice to meet you, Maxwell. What brings you to New York?”

“I’m actually here for Riley. She’s a close friend of mine and I came to see her and hopefully convince her to come back to Cordonia with me.”

“Ah, are you the young man who broke her heart?”

“No! I’m the guy who was sponsoring her for the hand of the guy who...who broke her heart.”

Gertie cocked an eyebrow at Maxwell. “Come again?”

Maxwell broke down Riley’s journey to Cordonia. He told her about the social season, the scandal at the coronation ball, and the mission to bring her back.

“Oh my, that poor girl,” said, her hands folded in her lap. She leaned over and grabbed the teacup sitting on the coffee table, bringing it to her lips with a frown. “Does she know you’re here?”

“I told her I was coming, but she doesn’t know I’m here,” he replied, gesturing his arms in a small circle.

The two of them sat in silence. After a moment, Maxwell broke the silence. “So, Gertie. Tell me a little more about yourself. “

“Oh, there’s not much to tell. I’ve lived in this building for 70 years. My husband Frank passed about 20 years ago, so it’s been just me.”

Maxwell nodded. “Any kids?”

Gertie’s eyes lit up. “Oh my, yes!“ She rose from her seat and shuffled over to a bookshelf along the wall. She retrieved a large photo album and made her way back to the sofa, handing him the book. He sipped his lemonade as she flipped through the pages, showing off the many pictures of her children, grandchildren, and great-grandchildren.

“Wow, Gertie! You’ve lived a fantastic life.”

She smiled, patting his hand with hers. “Yes, young man. I’ve been very blessed.”

As she got up to put the book back, the sounds of a muffled voice and jingling keys emerged outside the door. “Oh my, it sounds like someone across the hall is home.”

Maxwell jumped up from his seat, and bolted toward the door, nearly tripping over a floral ottoman. He steadied his breath as he opened the door to see his friend standing outside her apartment. Her back turned towards him, talking on the phone and fumbling with her keys. He could barely contain his excitement as he spoke.

“Little Blossom! It’s really you!”

#the royal romance #trr fanfic #choices fanfic #maxwell beaumont #trr au #scandalous court #nazariolahela fanfic

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audreysl0ve · 8 years ago

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DOQ Week PDA

Here’s my fic for DOQ Week - PDA. Rated M (very M, but it’s me, you expected that, right?). This can be enjoyed as a one shot, but is part of my Swingers verse fics, that you can find here.

@doqweek

It's been a few months since they'd visited Mal in LA, and an unusually long time since they engaged in their activities.

It had been merely a case of poor timing. First Robin got a promotion at work, one that came with a steep learning curve, and he was pulling long hours before everything clicked into place. By the time he did, Regina had come down with an awful case of strep throat. Then Regina's parents were in town, and they had that out of state wedding to attend…

So it's been awhile, and in addition to missing Mal, they miss the wilder aspects of their love life that she always seems to bring out.

As luck would have it, Mal had to unexpectedly work a benefit on the night they arrived. “It's fine, the event won't take all night. Meet me at Angels & Demons afterwards. I'll duck out as soon as I can,” she had promised, while speaking to both of them on the phone. She’d added a tiny quick little Miss you that hit Regina in the gut, and seems to have affected Robin in the same way.

There's never any discussion as to whether or not they will all end up in bed together. Mal’s never been much for pre-planned evenings. But Regina never considered finding a lifestyle club for the occasion, or trying to pick up a couple. She misses Mal terribly, all of her, and would wager Robin does as well, if the way he keeps glancing around the club looking for her is any indication.

“She could be late,” Regina says, when she sees him peruse around the room again. Mal had told them that she may have trouble getting out of this event, after all.

“Right,” Robin agrees. “Sorry I just... it's been awhile.”

“Excited?” Regina asks with a teasing smile. “What do you expect to happen tonight, Mr. Locksley?”

“Oh, don't play innocent, Mrs. Lockley.” He draws her in closer, ducking his head against the crook of her neck and breathing in deeply. “You’re wearing her favorite perfume.”

Regina chuckles lightly. She’s caught, and might as well admit it. “I hope she doesn’t bring anyone else.”

“Want her all to yourself then?” Robin asks. They are swaying lightly to the music now, hands looped around one another as they get closer.

“I don’t mind sharing,” she replies softly, leaning in to press a soft, open mouth kissed to his neck. He moans. “I just want to,” she scrapes her teeth lightly against the skin left damp from her kiss, “fuck her really hard.” She hears his sharp intake of breath, and she grins triumphantly. She loves how she can get him riled up. “And I don’t want to suffer through boring introductions.”

Both their phones buzz then. Regina raises an eyebrow. Robin laughs. He checks his phone and sure enough, it’s a text from Mal.

She’s sent a picture of herself. She’s in a gorgeous black dress with a deep vee that extends to her sternum, breasts lifted and separated and looking gorgeous. Her hair’s in curly tendrils framing her face, her mouth is open, with a finger on her lips and she looks... incredibly sensual, ravenous, and… aroused.

A text follows.

Stuck here a bit longer. Don’t have too much fun without me.

Regina traces a finger around the image on Robin’s phone. Mal’s tempting them, the picture is absolutely designed for that purpose. And it’s working. It already has her imagining dipping a hand underneath the low neckline, freeing her gorgeous tits, and devouring her whole. God, she can hardly wait. And of course, that was what Mal had wanted with that picture.

“She wants to tease us, fine, lets tease her back,” Regina says with a smile. She’s wearing a little silver dress, low cut and short.

She turns around and presses her back to Robin’s front.

“Touch me,” she begs, her phone out and camera on.

He does, one hand venturing underneath the hem of her dress just high enough to feel her panties, the other cupping a breast. Despite it just being a show, he really does go for it, his hands massaging her curves, nimble fingers making her pulse with need.

Regina snaps a picture.

It’s a very... attractive looking picture. A bit grainy and over developed, as is to be expected from the darkness of the club and shotty flash of the camera, but it’s flattering to her form, and Robin’s hands truly do look like they are in the middle of cupping and groping her.

She texts it to Mal with a message Had to start without you, hope you don’t mind.

That picture didn’t capture their faces, and she can tease Mal a bit more with one of those, so she spins in his arms, prepared to take a picture of them kissing or looking seductively into the camera.

She sees that look in Robin’s eyes, and it throws everything off. He's biting that lower lip, eyes half-open and dark. She knows that look.

“I think your plan has backfired,” he rasps into her ear. “Now I won't be able to wait.”

She wraps her arms around his neck and presses her forehead against his, one heeled foot drawing up his shins. “Mmm, yes you will,” she sighs, bringing her lips to his. It's a deep, passionate kiss, like the ones they share when foreplay has ended and sex has begun.

They continue to kiss, let hands wander as they halfheartedly move to the music. He's hard against her hip, and she feels slick between her thighs. God, maybe just a quickie somewhere to take the edge off would work, who knows when Mal will be back, and…

Her phone buzzes again and she knows who it is, so she breaks her embrace with Robin to fish her phone out of her clutch.

There’s a picture of her, and from the background it appears she’s in a powder room. A hand is up her dress, designed to look like she’s playing with herself.

Regina knows that Mal can’t, she won’t, she can’t take that sort of time away from her party, not when she’s on the clock, but god, does it ever look good.

You two are driving me crazy the text reads, and god, that’s hot.

Robin responds a quick Wish we were there with you. Did you get yourself off nice and good? Maybe we should catch up to you….

Regina hikes a leg up and wraps it around Robin’s waist as her hips rock against where he’s hard for her. He moans and grips at her thigh, using his other hand to palm at her ass. And then Regina smiles, holds up her phone and aims it at the mirrored wall near them.

She can’t use flash, not when she’s taking a picture of a reflection, so it’s a bit dark and blurry, but it seems to work, makes the picture of them, tangled limbs and wandering hands, all the more tantalizing. She sends the picture with a Hope you feel as good as I do.

A follow up text says, There was no time :( have too much work. I hope you two are happy. Now I’m sexually frustrated in a sea of old boring men and pretentious snobby women.

Regina grins mischievously. She’s winning, and she likes to win.

But then Mal adds, Regina, darling, you look good enough to eat. And I’m going to. Thoroughly. For hours if you let me. It’s been too long.

Fuck.

Robin’s reading the text too, and she hears his little desperate moan, so she writes back

Careful now, you’re going to make Robin cream his pants.

“Hey!” Robin says in jest when he reads her message. Regina just raises an eyebrow dubiously. “I’d say that’s going to be a team effort tonight.”

Mal writes them back, Tell him to hold back, I have plans for him tonight.

“Sounds like you'll be busy tonight,” Regina says, her hands dropping down to his crotch, stroking lightly through the fabric of his slacks. “Fuck, I wish her event would end already,” she sighs as she continues to rub him. She rasps in his ear “Can’t wait to feel you inside me while I’m eating her.”

“Mm, god yes,” Robin says, his expression going into a clenched wince. “I want to taste her on you, god I love watching you make her come—oh, babe,” he buckles, thrusting into her and erratically grabbing her hand to stop the movements, “Slow down, I— I have to be able to walk.”

Regina laughs, releasing her hold on his cock. She shifts into his arms, so she's flush against him, “But I want you,” she whispers, “right now.” She nips his ear and he groans. She can hear his resolve crumbling, and good.

“She'll be here soon,” he tries to argue, but Regina just pouts and lets out a whimpered But I need it now.

.::.

He can't help himself, his hand seems to move on it's own volition up her dress, peeling her soaking panties aside and sliding fingers through her folds. She slippery with arousal, and it coats his fingers in the best of ways. Her back arches almost pornographically, hips thrusting towards him.

“Make me come,” she whispers, adding, “fast, please…”

They are in public, it's a low lit corner of a club and there's loud music and plenty of dancing and drinking to distract the people within arm’s distance from noticing what is going on, but it's best not to draw this out. So he slides two fingers into her fast, at that angle,

and turns his body so his movements are at least somewhat blocked by the majority of the room.

“Oh, yes, just like that,” she whispers into his ear. One arm tightens its hold around his neck while the other hand gropes shamelessly at his ass. Her eyelids flutter, but she fights to keep them open, lips curving in amusement as she looks behind him to the sea of people so close to them.

“You like this, don't you?” Robin whispers in her ear, “Getting fucked by my hand in front of all these people?” She bites her lip and moans at that, hips thrusting into his palm.

“You're so wet darling. You need this, don't you?” She moans again, only this time it's a throaty little Uhh-huhhh and he feels her thighs tremble around him. “Needed it right here, where someone might see us, might be watching us—” and oh, that's getting her even more worked up, has her shutting her eyes tight and gasping, nails digging deeply into his skin. “Mm, I can't wait either, You look so beautiful like this, Mal may never forgive me for not waiting, but I need—”

“Fuck — Mm! — she's so hot tonight,” Regina rasps, “I want her — fuck that's good— so bad.”

“God, yes, I've been thinking about that all night,” he confesses, “you look so gorgeous tonight, thinking of you with her…” he pauses and lets his mind wander to them, both in those sinful dresses, bodies pressed against one another, kissing and touching the way they do. She's breathing heavy, little sighs of pleasure going straight to his cock, the faint sound of his hand smacking against her skin faintly audible over the loud music that surrounds them. “Fuck I'm not going to be able to wait to get you two home.” He groans, thinking of all the time it will take between right now and when his cock finally, finally will get attention, and it makes him ache all the more.

“Robin I’m—” he eyes shut tight, as she grabs tightly at his shoulder, and he feels her body sagging bit, starting to lose her ability to balance on heeled feet, and Robin urges her to lean against him. She lets out a sexy little whimper and claws at his back when he changes the angle just a bit. “Fuck, like that, don’t stop I’m...cl-close... I—”

She’s gorgeous every time she reaches her peak, and this time is certainly no exception. And the fact she’s coming for him now, in a crowd full of people makes his cock twitch and ache. Fuck, he wants her.

He feels her legs tremble and quake against him, feels her walls flutter and spasm against his fingers. She’s gasping, deep hot breaths blowing over his cheek as she lets go, her head tilted back far enough that he can almost see her, almost catch the way her eyes bat shut and her mouth parts to let the sounds of pleasure slip free.

After her high she falls back against him, wrapping both hands around his neck. She’s a bit limp in his arms, but it’s good, he likes that. Reminds him of how hard her made her come, of how good he made her feel.

“Feel better, darling?” he rasps into her ear. She chuckles in response, swatting his shoulder in jest.

“I feel amazing,” she says, extracting herself from his arms. She leans against the mirrored wall, and fuck if she isn’t a sight. Flushed and panting, face glistening just the faintest bit, looking well-fucked and damn happy about it.

Robin smiles devilishly at her, presses a kiss to her lips, and says, “Good.”

And then he takes out his phone and snaps a picture of her. With flash. It’s blurry, and the flash catches the reflection of the mirror, but it still manages to catch her, to catch the blissful way she looks right now. And then he types. Regina couldn’t wait, it seems.

When her phone buzzes to alert her to the message he’s just sent, she shoots a skeptical look before reaching into her clutch and checking her phone.

“You little snitch!” She says in mock anger, unable to hide her laughter.

He holds up his hands in surrender before leaning in to whisper in her ear, “You had me so close to coming in my pants that I need to do whatever necessary to cool down. Understand?”

It’s no longer funny, when he pulls away he sees how her expression has darkened, biting her lip in just that way.

She grabs his cock through his slacks, cupping his throbbing erection and stroking it. The feeling of finally being touched after so long has him thrusting into her palm and moaning like a reflex, it feels so bloody good, would feel so bloody good to come.

“Fuck, Regina, you should stop,” he rasps, and god, he does not want her to stop, and it takes every ounce of resolve he has to force those words out.

Regina raises and eyebrow, continuing the gentle strokes and biting, “You don't want me to stop.”

He groans as her hand bunches and twists through fabric to give him a firm strokes, his cock is aching now, he's quickly reaching the point of no return, and shit. “Of course I — oh fuck — of course I don't want you to stop, but I want to save it, darling, we have a long night ahead of us.”

She stops then, and he feels the cold loss of her touch immediately. It's gone on too long, and that prickly ache spiders up and envelopes him and shit.

He whimpers, then bites his lip hard and tries to focus on the pain of teeth sinking into flesh instead of the growing, swollen ache in his pants.

Regina shoots him this innocent, confused look, as if she doesn’t know what is going on. “Hate you,” he breathes, but she just laughs, leans into his ear and says Soon.

She writes a text to Mal, a simple We need you. Miss you terribly.

And she responds, Need you both. You’ve no idea how badly I need to come.

“Fuck,” Robin says, putting his phone away, “that’s enough, I’m not reading anymore.”

Regina laughs lightly (it’s not funny) and wraps her arms around him. “Sorry,” she offers. She’s not sorry, he can see it in her sweet smile, but it’s okay, she’ll make it up to him.

“Five minutes,” he warns, moving in rhythm to the music, hands on her hips, trying to ignore the pain between his legs. “In five minutes we’re going to find a bathroom, and I’m going to fuck the life out of you, I can’t wait anymore. You look too good.” He gropes at her ass and lets out a deep breath. “Feel bloody amazing, too.”

“So do you,” a sultry voice coos behind his ear as a hand slides into his back pocket, and thank fucking god.

He turns around and finds Mal looking like pure sex, lips painted bright red, dress revealing a criminal amount of cleavae. She looks about as desperate as he does. Those red lips crash into him, arms wrapping around his neck as his fly to her ass to scoop her up in her arms. She goes willingly into the lift, a soft sound of surprise momentarily splitting the kiss before she falls back into it, her tongue sliding into his passionately and firmly.

God, she’s amazing.

“Thought of you all day,” Mal finally says when she can talk. She glances back to Regina with a look of admonishment. “Couldn’t wait for me?” she says with a smile.

“I’m impatient,” Regina replies.

“So am I,” Robin groans, “let’s go.”

Mal looks around the club skeptically. “I’ve been wanting you to fuck me up against this mirror since you two started taking pictures,” she whispers.

It’s dark in the club. It’s crowded, which, instead of being a bad thing, actually works to their advantage. There’s a lot of people dancing, grinding against one another, in their own little world, wrapped up in their own conversations.

They could maybe… maybe…

And if someone saw, what would they say?

There’s not a bouncer nearby, and shit, would he ever be quick.

Robin swallows hard and nods. “Fuck it. At this point I don’t even care, you two have been teasing me all day.”

Mal grabs his hand and guides it under her dress.

She’s not wearing any panties, and she’s slick, wet, and hot.

“Christ,” he breathes.

“You’ve been teasing me all day, too,” she reminds. And then she looks at Regina and cranes her neck to lean in and kiss her. “Missed you too, you naughty girl. Coming too soon. Now we have to catch up.”

Regina chuckles, and Robin watches for any signs of discomfort, or jealousy (there never is, never has been, but he isn’t quite at the point where these worries have entirely left his mind).

“Give me a show,” she mutters to both of them.

Mal hikes a bended knee against his hip, and fumbles between them to unzip his trousers. She grabs him with one warm hand, and the feeling of her firm touch around his aching cock is enough to have him moaning already.

He fights back a bit, sliding two fingers inside her. There’s nearly no resistance, she’s so damn wet, more than ready for him, and hopefully fucking close, because they don’t have much time to be fucking in the middle of a crowded club and he doesn’t have the strength to hold back much anyway.

“Please,” Mal moans, arching into his touch, and that’s all it takes. He feels Regina lean in to kiss him softly, before she takes her place next to both of them. She’s sort of blocking the view of people on the right from seeing what is going on, and it still leaves a free and clear view from people on the left, but frankly he doesn’t care.

He definitely doesn’t care as he slides into Mal’s wet, soft, velvety sex, feeling her walls clamp around him, all warm and soaking and the perfect balm to his aching cock.

He moans, but the sound Mal makes is pure heaven, something between relieved and desperate, her head throwing back, curls bouncing and tumbling over her face as she does. He holds onto her waist tighter, lets her lean back, and god, her tits look amazing like this.

“Fuck me,” she begs. And right, he hasn’t really been moving, but that’s only because he’s not entirely sure he can move.

“I won’t last long enough, I, sorry…”

“Fuck me hard, I don’t care, just—”

It’s all the permission he needs. He keeps one hand at her back (Mal needs the support, she comes hard, and with her whole body - it’s beautiful and he hopes he gets to see it now, though it seems unlikely with how far gone he is) and moves his other hand to her hiked leg, urging her to wrap around him harder.

And then he starts thrusting. He isn’t far gone enough to see her squirm and wince, and he knows the angle isn’t quite right, so he slows, lets her adjust, and move her leg up a bit as he bends his knees a little. He gives it a test thrust after they finish maneuvering, and the way her eyes flutter shut as a slow little Ffucckkkkkk that falls from her lips is all the indication he needs to keep going.

“God, you look sexy tonight,” he rasps, “bet everyone at your event wanted to fuck you.”

Mal squirms and Mms, and thank Christ she’s almost as far gone as he is. “I had a few propositions,” she admits in that terribly breathy voice he loves. “Not interested, too busy thinking about your cock.”

Fuck, she should not say things like that, not when he’s this close, not when his balls are literally aching for release.

“Thinking about you fucking me hard, just like this,” she moans again,”and coming on you, right here…”

No, she needs to stop, or that will never happen.

“You two look beautiful,” Regina says, tilting her head to grab a kiss from Mal. They kiss for a while, her hips still bucking against his, and the sight of her, the breathy little gasps she makes between kisses, combined with how tight and wet and warm she is, how every few passes into her he feels her flutter around him, it’s too much, it’s all too much.

“Mal, I gotta-- I’m—”

“Come inside me,” she breathes, “Come on, Robin, I wanna feel you—”

He has every intention of fighting back, but he’s too far gone, too mesmerized by the way she looks and sounds and feels, the way Regina is looking at them, the way her hands rub up and down his arms while she kisses the woman he’s currently inside of. It’s everything all at once, and he can’t settle, can’t stop himself from sinking into the pleasure and drowning in it, he's pulled in hard and fast, cursing and holding onto her tight as he finally — finally — comes. It’s sweet relief, the pressure built up over the last hour deflates, and he can hear Regina and Mal urging him on, exchanging sultry-voiced compliments and words of affection, about how hard and thick he feels, how good he looks, how they can’t wait to fuck him again.

He’s able to focus as the last of his orgasm leaves him, to see the way Mal’s smiling at him as she continues to ride him out. He feels a comforting hand rub his back, and turns to see Regina, smiling at him.

God, they are beautiful.

He stays in her until he’s limp, withdraws from her warmth (hears Mal groan as he does) and then he’s zipping and buttoning up his trousers quickly, shocked he got away with the whole damn thing. He takes in a few deep breaths while he settles himself, the reality of how fast he just came washing over him. Shit.

“Sorry,” he mutters. He can't shake feeling a little guilt of having failed her, even if she spurred him on and encouraged him to do so, even if they all well know that he'll be ready to go again as soon as they get home (next time, hopefully for much longer).

But Mal doesn’t look at all bothered. She’s trading kisses with Regina, who already has a hand up her dress.

“Don’t be sorry,” Mal breathes. “It was --fuck, Regina! — good, so good!”

She’s pressed against the mirror, and Regina is… aggressive. He assumes they must have made quite the sight, as desperate and riled up as they were. And it seems to have affected his wife, who is kissing Mal like there’s no tomorrow, and from what he can see, she’s working her hand in quick, firm movements that will no doubt cause her to cramp up after a bit.

He moves behind her, palms at Regina’s ass and draws soothing strokes up and down her side with his other arm, dipping down to kiss the sweat sheened skin of her neck. Regina breaks the kiss with Mal to turn to Robin and kiss him now. He loves that, the way they so naturally fit.

“Missed you,” he hears Regina murmur into Mal’s ear, “You feel so good. Love watching you with him.”

“God, I love you,” Robin says to the both of them. He and Mal don't say that, but there's something there, there has been for sometime, it's not just about their mutual love for Regina anymore (and Mal does love her, he can tell). They say nothing, Regina turning her neck as best she can, grabbing an angle to kiss him, Mal reaching around Regina to rub his arm affectionately.

Mal is being seen to by Regina, little gasps and sighs tell him she's close. So he focuses his efforts on his wife, runs a hand through her hair and plants sucking kisses on her neck and shoulders, murmuring words of encouragement about how good they look together, how close Mal is, how much he loves watching her.

Regina responds with a little moan and he feels her ass rubbing against his crotch. He’s not hard yet (it’ll take a bit longer than this), but he knows her well enough to know that she already wants to come. She wants it again, and who could blame her? Fuck, they need to get out of this club as soon as possible.

“You two looked so good together,” Regina sighs into Mal’s neck, before kissing the flesh there. “Love seeing you make him come.” Mal nods, lets out a little whimper, that breathy little sound that always means she’s on edge.

“I want to watch you come on his cock tonight. When we’re alone, and have more time. Do you want that?”

“God yes,” Mal says, “been thinking about it --mm! — all day. And you, the way you feel, the way you taste…”

He recognizes it the second it happens, when her back arches violently back, head slams into the mirrored wall behind her, and he reaches from behind Regina to steady Mal as she comes. Regina’s movements slow, helping Mal ride it out, kissing around her jawline and whispering something he can’t quite hear.

“Gorgeous,” he whispers as the last of the orgasm leaves her.

The three of them are all smushed together, they must look quite a sight, and now that the excitement has left him, the need to come and to watch them come, he has the slightest flicker of worry about what others near him may have seen.

It leaves quickly. He doesn’t care. Who cares what a bunch of strangers think anyway?

Regina extracts herself from between them, holding a sticky hand precariously in the air, with a cute smile on her face.

“I’m uhhh... this is from both of you,” she reminds, and it’s only then he remembers, yes, he did come inside Mal and that did make things a bit messy. “I’m going to go to a restroom and... clean up.

“I’ll join you,” Mal offers. But Regina shakes her head. “Keep him company. I’ll be right back. And we can get going. She gives a quick peck to them both and trots off, no jealousy, no concern of leaving Mal and her afterglow alone with her husband.

He loves that about her.

Mal is still leaning against the wall behind them. She raises her arm and grabs his shirt, pulling him closer and giving him that cat-ate-the-canary look she often does after she’s been well-fucked.

“Usually when I get excited about this it’s to see Regina,” Mal admits, and that’s not a surprise. He knows she cares for him as well, but Regina is special to her in a way he doesn’t quite match. “This time though... I kept thinking about fucking you. As much as I thought about her.”

And that’s a surprise. A bit shocking, not because she feels it but because she went as far as to admit to it.

“Well if it helps, this is all I’ve been thinking about for the past few days,” he admits, and she chuckles. “I mean, all three of us, of course. But I like this, with you.”

She leans in and presses a kiss to his mouth that’s gentle and sweet. It’s a side of Mal the world doesn’t get to see, but he does, and he loves it. He loves the big goofy smile she has, the way she leans into his embrace, and flirts with him like a giddy teen.

“Can’t wait to get you two home,” Robin says, and he kisses her, a bit more heated, with tongue. She responds to the kiss, a hand swooping around his neck to kiss him back a bit more firmly.

“ROBIN?”

It’s hard to hear over the loud music, but he could swear he recognized the voice of the person calling his name. But it can’t be, she’s back in Boston, and he’s here in Los Angeles, and —

He turns around to see a completely shocked Mary Margaret with an entirely embarrassed David.

“What are you two— why are you not in Boston?”

“We went on a trip to Disneyland, god, Robin, how could you? And with MALLORY? Mallory, I—”

“This isn’t our business, Mary Margaret,” David interrupts. He won’t meet Robin’s eyes (the coward) but at least he has the good sense to know he should step out.

Mal’s absolutely no help. Her eyes are wildly amused, and all she offers is a giggling fit.

“How did you even find me?” Robin asks incredulously. His brain is swimming. He knows that Regina wishes to keep this aspect of her life private from Mary Margaret, the damned woman would judge the hell out of them for their marital relationship, but he’s going to have to tell her the truth soon enough, because he will not have her thinking he’s a cheater.

“Robin you posted that you checked into this club on like, every form of social media you have,” Mary Margaret says, pulling up her phone.

His stupid, god damned new phone from his stupid, god damned new job. He has no idea what setting it has, but it has really screwed him this time.

“We were going to surprise you, but CLEARLY you are the one surprising us. And you better prepare yourselves, if we found you, Regina can find you, and she could show up at anytime….” Mary Margaret continues to babble while Robin searches for something to say to end this mess of a misunderstanding, and all he can think to do is bite his lip to keep from laughing.

It’s either great timing or terrible timing when Regina, completely oblivious to the people behind Robin, returns from the bathroom.

“Come here, gorgeous,” she says, grabbing Mal’s hand (Mal gives it to her willingly, completely tickled pink by this turn of events). Regina pulls her into a deep, passionate kiss before Mary Margaret can think enough to speak.

“R-R-Regina?”

“Not our business.” David reiterates. “Sorry, we’ve had a long day. We’re going to go back to the hotel now, this is…”

“But you’re married!” Mary Margaret protests. “What is… what…” She looks appalled, she looks angry, and maybe… is she jealous? He thinks of the past interactions he’s seen between Mary Margaret and Regina. How she always seems to look up to the woman, how she sometimes seems desperate to make her proud, and yes, maybe. Maybe she is a bit envious of Mal, here.

“We enjoy the company of others in our bedroom,” Regina winks at her. “You and David should try it.” She searches for David’s eyes. He avoids her, before finally relenting and looking up at her. “I think he might like it.”

Mal bursts out in laughter, and Robin cannot help but smile at the look of absolute horror on Mary Margaret’s face.

“I don’t understand…” she says, and she’s more shocked, less angry now.

“And you never will,” Mal says. “Now if you’ll excuse me, we’re all going to go home with one another. Pleasure seeing you both. Next time you visit Disneyland, give me a call, okay? We could... have fun together. Hop on some rides….”

“Mal,” Robin warns, but he can hear how his warning is too colored by his amusement. They are all enjoying corrupting Mary Margaret far too much. “I know how this looks, Mary, but this is for all of us. It’s not… no one is cheating. No one is being selfish.”

“He’s right,” Mal says, smiling. “It’s okay, Mary Margaret. We care about one another.”

“I’m happy,” Regina offers.

Robin sees the way Mary Margaret’s face changes, as if she’s gone through the stages of grief and has finally gotten to acceptance.

“I’ll, uh, I’ll see you guys back in Boston.” Mary Margaret says just above a whisper.

Mal grabs both their hands, and pulls them off, Robin and Regina muttering goodbyes and promises to call when they are back in town.

As they get into an uber, Mal laments, “If that little princess killed the mood, I may have to end her.”

Robin shakes his head, looking obviously up and down at Mal, and then Regina. “I don’t think it’s possible for anyone to kill the mood tonight,” he promises, kissing Mal sweetly on the lips. “We’ve missed you too much.”

“Good,” Mal says, looking them over. Her expression changes to one that is very unlike her, all sweet and vulnerable and sentimental.

“I missed you both, too.”

It's times like these where Robin curses the distance between them, wishing Mal was closer, and they could see each other all the time. And then he wonders what that means, how this unconventional relationship has evolved into something more, something with passion and heat but also feelings. He tries not to think about it too hard, and enjoy the way things are, right now.

#DOQ week #doqweek #swingers verse #day 1 - PDA

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Don't mind me, just dropping some numbers 1-2-3-4-5-6-7-8-9-10-11-12-13-14-15-16-17-18-19-20-21-22-23-24-25-26-27-28-29-30-31-32-33-34-35-36-37-38-39-40-41-42-43-44-45-46-47-48-49-50-51-52-53-54-55-56-57-58-59-60-61-62-63-64-65-66-67-68-69-70-71-72-73-74-75-76-77-78-79-80-81-82-83-84-85-86-87-88-89-90-91-92-93-94-95-96-97-98-99-100

lol, thank you.

1. Spotify, SoundCloud, or Pandora? Actually none, I use amazon music. lol If I had to chose, spotify.

2. is your room messy or clean?Ehh, depends on the day. Probably in the middle. A little messy but it’s not god awful.

3. what color are your eyes?Blue!4. do you like your name? why?Ehh, yes and no. It’s pretty but I don’t always think it suits me.

5. what is your relationship status? Taken6. describe your personality in 3 words or lesshumorous, awkward, introvert7. what color hair do you have?Red but it’s going to change around January. I’ve had red for a year so it’s time for a change.

8. what kind of car do you drive? color?I don’t drive. I can’t afford a car.

9. where do you shop?Online shopping, I don’t like going out much.

10. how would you describe your style?Alternative I guess, lol.

11. favorite social media accountEither instagram or facebook

12. what size bed do you have? twin. It’s tiny but I don’t need a lot of room.

13. any siblings?Yup, one brother.

14. if you can live anywhere in the world where would it be? why?I’m going to sound like a weeb but probably Japan. Not just for the anime or adorable style of clothing. I adore the culture and the scenery. It’s breath taking from photos I’ve seen or from what online friends that live there have shown me.

15. favorite snapchat filter? Currently it’s the cute one that gives you big round glasses and freckles.

16. favorite makeup brand(s)Uhh, too faced, bh cosmetics, Jeffree Star

17. how many times a week do you shower?Every other day tbh.

18. favorite tv show?I’m going to name more than one, lol. Doctor who, the office, Riverdale.

19. shoe size?I wear us size 8 in womens

20. how tall are you?5'2, too short for you.

21. sandals or sneakers? sneakers. I hate feet so I like covering them.

22. do you go to the gym? Sometimes when I feel up to it.

23. describe your dream dateI already got to do it this year, lol. Go to an outdoor movie theater and stargaze.

24. how much money do you have in your wallet at the moment?Zero, I keep it all in the bank.

25. what color socks are you wearing? I’m not wearing any, I don’t really like wearing socks if I don’t have to.

26. how many pillows do you sleep with?2 or 3

27. do you have a job? what do you do? I work part time at a grocery store as a stocker when I’m not at school. When I’m at school, I’m a student worker and help out the IT department.

28. how many friends do you have? Too many to count. Friends I talk to daily though is about 4. I have a lot of other friends I just don’t talk to often.

29. whats the worst thing you have ever done? Lied I guess.

30. whats your favorite candle scent? Anything fruity or fall themed, lol

31. 3 favorite boy namesDexter, Quinn, Asher.

32. 3 favorite girl namesOctavia, Charlotte. I only have two.

33. favorite actor? David Tennant

34. favorite actress? I don’t have one.

35. who is your celebrity crush?David Tennant, lol.

36. favorite movie? Rocky horror picture show

37. do you read a lot? whats your favorite book? Perks of being a wallflower

38. money or brains? Brains over money any day

39. do you have a nickname? what is it? It’s Ari.

40. how many times have you been to the hospital?Probably 3 or 4 times I think?

41. top 10 favorite songsTherapy by All Time Low, Run Away by Front Porch Step, Guardian Angel by Red Jumpsuit Apparatus, Beaten in Lips by Beartooth, How Far I’ll Go by Auli'i Cravalho. I’m just going to give five instead of ten because I only have five, lol.

42. do you take any medications daily? Anti-depressants.

43. what is your skin type? (oily, dry, etc)Depends. Super oily one day and then as dry as the Sahara the next.44. what is your biggest fear? Being alone.

45. how many kids do you want? Two, one boy and one girl

46. whats your go to hair style?Scene-y weenie bangs, lmao

48. what type of house do you live in? (big, small, etc) Medium sized.

49. who is your role model? I don’t really have one. People I looked up to when I was younger disappointed me so I don’t really have one.

50. what was the last compliment you received?Someone liked my hair.

51. what was the last text you sent?“Are you playing Rocket League?”

52. how old were you when you found out santa wasn’t real?10/11 I think.

53. what is your dream car? At this point, anything that can drive. I just want a car, lol

54. opinion on smoking? I do so no judgement.

55. do you go to college? I go to a university by Chicago.

56. what is your dream job? Art therapy

57. would you rather live in rural areas or the suburbs? Rural areas

58. do you take shampoo and conditioner bottles from hotels? Let’s be real, who doesn’t? It’s free and you paid for the room, lol.

59. do you have freckles? Omg do I wish.

60. do you smile for pictures?Nope, hate my teeth. I only smile without.

61. how many pictures do you have on your phone? like 200 something. I need to empty it again soon.

62. have you ever peed in the woods? Desperate times come from desperate measures.

63. do you still watch cartoons? I love cartoons, you don’t need to stop watching because you’re an adult.

64. do you prefer chicken nuggets from Wendy’s or McDonalds?Wendys

65. Favorite dipping sauce? Honey mustard or bbq

66. what do you wear to bed? tshirt and underwear. Gotta let my jiggly legs free every once in awhile and I hate pants anyways.

67. have you ever won a spelling bee?Nope.

68. what are your hobbies?Drawing, napping, reading, binge watching movies, hiking

69. can you draw? I’d like to think so, lol

70. do you play an instrument?I wish but no

71. what was the last concert you saw? Deadlift Lolita

72. tea or coffee?Coffee

73. Starbucks or Dunkin Donuts?Starbucks. Always a white girl at heart.

74. do you want to get married?I hope to someday

75. what is your crush’s first and last initial?ZZ, lmao. 76. are you going to change your last name when you get married? I probably will77. what color looks best on you? Either purple or black

78. do you miss anyone right now? All the time. Who doesn’t miss people most of the time?

79. do you sleep with your door open or closed?Closed, I hate when it’s open because I feel like people in the house are watching me sleep.

80. do you believe in ghosts?Sort of

81. what is your biggest pet peeve? When people spell or pronounce my name wrong

82. last person you called`My mom

83. favorite ice cream flavor? Mint chocolate chip

84. regular oreos or golden oreos? Regular and don’t forgot the milk!

85. chocolate or rainbow sprinkles? Rainbow, I’m very picky with anything chocolate and I don’t really eat it often.

86. what shirt are you wearing? A sweatshirt

87. what is your phone background?Tim Curry from Rocky Horror

88. are you outgoing or shy?I’m outgoing online but real life I’m shy

89. do you like it when people play with your hair?It’s a blessing to have someone play with your hair so yes

90. do you like your neighbors? The neighbors I have at school, no. Neighbors at home, don’t have any so it’s great. Both houses next to mine they moved.

91. do you wash your face? at night? in the morning?I wash at night.

92. have you ever been high? A few times, yes

93. have you ever been drunk? Yes, more so than high, lol

94. last thing you ate? Grapes

95. favorite lyrics right nowCurrently don’t have one.

96. summer or winter? Winter. I hate the warm sweaty weather.

97. day or night? Night time is where the party is.

98. dark, milk, or white chocolate? dark chocolate

99. favorite month? April because it’s my birth month, lol

99. what is your zodiac signAries

100. who was the last person you cried in front of? Zach

(I messed up the numbering when going through it hence two 99 questions. Too much effort to go back through and number correctly)

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