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tacticaldiary · 4 years ago

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Can I make request? If yes, the I would like an atsumu x female reader, atsumu finds his s/o injured because she got into a fight? She won obviously- But her hand is full of bandages, and she has a few scars? Or he just saw her get into a fight with jealous bitches lmfao. She didn't start the fight, but got blamed for it? Or she was just trying to help a girl that was getting catcalled and ended up in a fight? Idk honestly lmao 😂 Sorry if you don't get it! I love your work! 😩💕

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Enjoy! @simpforroosterhead

Hot Days and Fistfights

Pairing: Reader x Miya Atsumu

Genre: Kinda Angsty + Fluff

He doesn’t know whether to be proud or scared that his girlfriend can beat someone twice the size of her up. All he knows is that he’s glad she’s okay.

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“It’s too hot for this, ‘Tsumu.” Y/N whines, swinging their clasped hands back and forth as they walk down the street. They were heading over to his house after having spent time together at one of the local parks.

“Must be my presence.” He sends a grin her way when she rolls her eyes and elbows him in the side.

“You know what? You’re right, but if Osamu were here it would be scorching.”

“I-...you’re supposed to be on my side, babe!” he whines, tugging at her arm. He starts going off on a tangent about why he’s the better twin, and Y/N ignores him for the most part. She hums under her breath as they walk, but stops suddenly when she spots a convenience store.

“-and honestly, who the hell wants grey hair? Mine is clearly-”

“Let’s get ice-cream.” she cuts him off, pulling him along to the store. He sighs but agrees, the cold treat sounding like a good idea to cool off. The store is a little crowded so Atsumu asks her to stay outside and wait for him. She complies easily, having no desire to be stuck in a confined place full of sweaty people.

She leans against one of the walls next to the store, and looks around her. It was just about time for sunset, the sky blossoming with graceful colours of orange and yellow. Maybe she would ask Atsumu if she could stay over for the night. She contemplates the idea, but her attention I caught by a young woman, around her age she thinks, nearly brushes past her. She looks nervous and keeps glancing behind her.

Y/N’s about to call after her to ask if she’s alright, but someone beat her to it. Unfortunately the other person's intentions aren’t as pure as hers.

“Oi! Come back here. Stop ignoring me.” The woman stops abruptly and turns around.

“I told you to leave me alone, sir.” her voice shakes a little. Y/N can tell what’s happening and she doesn’t like it. Not one bit.

“Aw, don’t be like that.” The man in question moves closer to her. He’s dressed shabbily and Y/N nearly gags from the putrid smell of tobacco, even though she’s a good few meters away from him. “I can show you a good time. Gimme a chance, sweetheart.” he smirks, moving loser to her. The woman backs away fearfully, and squeaks when he grabs her arm and pulls her towards him. Y/N has seen enough.

“Hey! She told you to leave her alone.” She moves over to them, scowling. “Piss off.”

“Oh? Feisty, aren’t we?” he grins, but doesn’t let go of the woman, who’s looking at Y/N with scared eyes. It infuriates her. “And what are you going to if I don’t, hmm?”

“Last chance. Let her go and fuck off.”

“How about no. Someone needs to teach you-” Y/N cuts him off by clocking him straight in the jaw. The man stumbles backwards in surprise and groans in pain. He winces before looking back at Y/N angrily. Stepping in front of the woman, who just stands there frozen, he says.

“She clearly wants nothing to do with you. People might get the wrong idea, seeing filth like you touch others like that.” She shakes out her hand, turning back to the stunned woman, making sure she’s okay.

Y/N has no time to react, before she’s knocked to the ground. Clenching her jaw as she feels a stinging pain on her forehead, she turns onto her back and attempts to stand. Spotting the man scowling down at her, she glares at him before kicking at his knee abruptly, sending him to the ground.

“You little-” he’s cut off again by a swift blow to his face. Y/N’s yelling profanities at him and showing no mercy as she strikes him again and again. She can vaguely hear the woman screaming behind her, yelling for someone to help break the scuffle.

She suddenly feels someone grab her waist and easily lift her off the man. Struggling against the tight grip, she whips to see her boyfriend.

“Oi. Calm down.” he pushes her behind him and hands her the plastic bag he’s holding. Turning back to the man with a glare, he says.

“What the fuck do ya think you’re doin, touching my girl?” The man responds with a groan and looks up, glaring. He falters however, when he sees Atsumu towering over him instead of Y/N. His eyes widen as he realises he’s no match for the boy, Atsumu being taller and looking visibly stronger than himself. Scoffing, he scrambles to his feet and shoots the two women a nasty look, before turning away and briskly walking away.

Sighing, Atsumu turns back to Y/N, who’s being thanked profusely by the other lady. She waves her offers to repay her off, and assures her she’ll be alright. The wince Y/N lets out when she shakes the woman's hand doesn’t get past Atsumu’s observant gaze. When she leaves, Y/N turns to her boyfriend.

“She was getting harassed, Tsumu. I had to help her.” She mumbles, gaze dropping to the floor. She was a little embarrassed she had lost it like that back there. She hears him step closer to her and feels him hook a finger under her chin. When he tilts her head up to meet her gaze, she’s startled to see him grinning proudly.

“That’s my girl! Holy shit, babe, when I saw you beating the living shit out of that guy, I thought I was dreaming!”

“Yeah, well...he deserved it.”

“You bet he did. Did he hurt you?” his voice changes to one form pride and awe to concern. He grabs her hand in his own larger, warmer ones, and brings them close to his face to inspect them. He furrows his eyebrows when he sees a couple of her knuckles had split and were bleeding sluggishly. He looks up at her, and his eyes widen in surprise as he sees her bleeding from a cut near the top of her forehead. He wipes at the blood with his palm gently, to which Y/N winces and bats his hand away.

“If I ever see him again, I swear I’ll-”

“He’s gone. I’m alright.”

He takes a steadying breath and nods. “It’s not far now. Ya think you can walk?” he gives her a small, teasing smile.

“‘Tsumu, stop being dramatic.” She huffs and starts walking. He catches up to her and they walk about 10 minutes before they reach his house. Atsumu tells Y/N to wait on the couch while he brings out a first aid kit.

He sits next to her and pulls out a bottle of disinfectant. He’s unusually gentle when he sipes the cotton over her hand.

“‘Tsumu, that stings.” she whines and tries to pull away. His grip tightens, keeping her hand in place as he continues.

“Should’ve thought about that before ya beat someone up, sweetheart.” Y/N grumbles, but gives up trying to free her hand.

He wraps her knuckles in bandages, almostly expertly, and Y/n flexes her fingers, impressed. The scratch on her head wasn’t too deep and had already stopped bleeding.

“Wow. You know what you’re doing for once.”

“Love ya too.” he smirks. “But I’m not done yet.”

“Not done yet?”

“Nope.” He shuffles closer to her, till their sides are touching. “You’re missing the most important part.”

“Is that so?” She decides to humor him. Nodding, he reaches towards her face and brushes back her hair. Bringing his mouth to her forehead, he kisses her on the scratch. “Gotta kiss it better. Obviously.” He grins, pulling her knuckles to himself and doing the same over the bandages.

“Obviously.” repeats, amused. When he tries to go for her forehead again, she leans away. “So, what about that ice-cream?”

“It melted.” He mutters, leaning forward, trapping her between the couch’s arm and himself. “There’s probably more in the freezer.” Y/N leans back farther, purposefully avoiding him and she laughs under her breath when he pouts.

“C’mon, babe, work with me here.”

“I’m fine, ‘Tsumu. I just want the ice cream now.”

“You’d choose ice-cream over my kisses?” he raises an eyebrow.

“One of them is much sweeter.” she leans forward next to his ear, as if to tell him a secret. “It’s not you, by the way.” He pulls away and sits back up, crossing his arms.

“Wow, alright. Get your own ice-cream then. Ignore your boyfriend who just patched you up.”

“You're gonna make your injured girlfriend get up and get it?”

“Last time I checked, you could walk.” he points outs. She sighs and scoots closer to him. He lets him peck her on the forehead, and his face breaks into a smile.

“Was that so hard? You’re welcome.” He stands when Y/N shoves him playfully. Grabbing a carton of chocolate ice cream from the freezer, and two bowls and spoon, he takes it back to the couch. Y/N looks at the carton and raises an eyebrow. She points to the sticky note that reads:

‘Touch this and you’re dead, ‘Tsumu.’

Atsumu leans over and plucks the note off the carton, crumpling it up and throwing it over his shoulder.

“What are you talking about?” he tilts his head innocently.

Y/N shakes her head, smiling, and grabs a bowl. He was an idiot. Looking over she sees him struggling to scoop the treat out and her smile widens.

He was her idiot though, and she was thankful to have him.

Requests are Open and Welcome

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thebibliomancer · 3 years ago

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Essential Avengers: Marvel Super Heroes Secret Wars #7-9

November, 1984

BERSERKER!

The death of an Avenger! The X-Men’s greatest battle! And, introducing the all-new SPIDER-WOMAN!

The cover sure isn’t burying the lede. This comic sure does introduce an All-New (presumably All-Different) Spider-Woman! Jessica Drew, move over! For now. You’ll be the Spider-Woman that endures in the long run.

Last times on Secret Wars: Some amazingly powerful being from Beyond the universe called the Beyonder kidnaps a bunch of heroes, villains, shades thereof, and chunks of random planets to put on a big toy commercial where action figures can bonk off each other.

The X-Men ditched the other heroes to do their own thing, as they’re wont to do. The villains storm the hero base and drop a mountain on them. The heroes take refuge at a small village where Johnny Storm finds a new girlfriend but there’s also a Galactus.

Galactus starts preparing a device to eat Battleworld, which would let him win the toy commercial in one fell swoop.

Oh, and Wasp was kidnapped by Magneto, escaped, crashed her escape ship, found the Lizard, and then got lasered to death by the Wrecking Crew. It was a Bad Time and I am sad, even though we know Wasp will be okay by the time they get back from Battleworld.

This time: Further not burying the lede.

The cover promised a new Spider-Woman and dammit, here’s one right away, first page. Truth in advertising!

Spider-Woman herself wastes no time introducing herself to everyone, that she comes from a chunk of Denver that got raptured by the Beyonder (still want that miniseries), that she came to help when she saw evidence of super fighting, and that she can pick up and throw large rocks so clearly she’d be able to help.

Captain America is hesitant about all this and Spider-Woman assumes that he thinks she’s a spy but as Captain America points out, why would Doom need to mess around with spies when he’s got so much power at his disposal.

Spider-Man is also hesitant at this new character. For different reasons.

Spider-Man: “She tossed that boulder as easily as I could have... at least! I wonder if she sticks to walls, too! And I wonder if I can sue her for infringing on my shticks! I should have gotten a patent or trademark or something...”

Cap tries to settle on the argument that a Secret War is too dangerous but Spider-Woman has the exceptional point “I suspect that it’s no less dangerous for the spectators, Captain America -- I might as well pitch in!”

And then the obvious toy pitch vehicle that the Wrecking Crew was driving in the swamp yesterday drives through the village blowing shit up, restarting the fires that the heroes just put out, and most insultingly of all, throwing Wasp van Dyne’s dead deceased corpse out the hatch before driving off.

Those dicks.

The heroes rush to Wasp and take her to Zsaji. That cool lady tries to heal Wasp but Jan has no pulse and isn’t breathing and might be beyond Cura. This may take Phoenix Down.

But since she went and got herself disintegrated on the Moon, Wasp is clearly dead forever.

-Looks over at Avengers #243- Hush, you!

The assembled heroes want to rush Doombase and kick the shit out of the villains and specifically the Wrecking Crew but Captain America tells them no.

Captain America: “Now, listen to me -- ! While we’re off getting even, what if Galactus starts to use that world-eating machine he’s building up on that mountain? Then every living thing on this world -- including these innocent villagers and all those people from that suburb of Denver will die! We’ve got to stay right here, ready to attack him! We may have only seconds to react when it begins!”

She-Hulk storms off while the other heroes debate the Galactus situation.

I’m sure this is fine.

Meanwhile, on the more volcano-y side of the planet, Xavier orders Cyclops, Rogue, and Wolverine to pursue Doom’s Four villains Molecule Man, Titania, Absorbing Man, and Doctor Octopus to try to capture them before they can return to Doom.

Back over at Doombase, Titania sees that her “little Owie” has been badly hurt and begs Enchantress to help.

Volcana: “Enchantress! You’re a sorceress! You could use your magic to transport me to my Owen!”

Enchantress -busy getting drunk-: “Yes... but why would I, mortal?”

Volcana: “Well... because... because I need you to! I can’t fly a ship! I -- I don’t even have a driver’s license for a car! Ultron won’t help me -- ! He only takes orders from Doom!”

Enchantress: “It takes much energy to transport a body as bloated as yours! I cannot be bothered!”

Wow! You’re a dick!

Volcana catches a lot of fat jokes and she’s not depicted as looking any different from Standard Comic Book Body Type. But also, don’t fatshame at all, Enchantress.

Anyway, Volcana promises anything to Enchantress if she helps.

Enchantress: “Rash words, mortal wench... and later, you shall deeply regret them!”

Its very handy for the villains that Volcana just showed up because their airship almost immediately gets show down by the X-Men. So even with Molecule Man out of commission, their numbers are back to Doom’s Four. And Volcana calls dibs on beating up Wolverine.

The X-Men have numbers but they’re not doing super well. Professor X is on the scene trying to be the field leader but the chaos of the battle and the villains’ minds being blocked by Enchantress’ magic makes it hard for him to coordinate.

Magneto even gets smack-talked by Absorbing Man.

Absorbing Man: “Tell me, Magneto. What’s scum like you doin’ hangin’ around with the X-Men? Sure, they’re outlaws -- but I thought you was big time! You got mass murder raps, manslaughter, terrorism, what else? Probably everything! You’re one of us! On second thought, a creampuff like you belongs with them losers!”

I can’t believe Magneto has to take that from a man who constantly carries a large metal orb with him everywhere.

Wolverine manages to slice off Absorbing Man’s arm, although the guy was made of rock at the time so it wasn’t as gory as it could have been.

Absorbing Man just. Picks up his arm and runs off to hit someone with it.

Amazing.

The villains manage to pin down the heroes with some Volcana blast and then steal one of the X-Men’s ships and get away.

Professor X declares that this is Totally a victory.

Xavier: “We lost nothing, save one of our ships -- which matters little -- and we gained much! We coalesced as a fighting unit passing our greatest test to date and I think we proved ourselves -- beyond a doubt!”

Like, you had a scuffle with some villains that ended inconclusively even though you had the advantage of a sneak attack, the villains stole one of your ships, and there was no major damage to either side.

It was largely pointless. But I guess Xavier has a vested interest in declaring it a huge success since it was his inaugural go at being field commander.

Meanwhile, skulking around Galactus’ ship, DOOM complains about doing that.

Doom: “Doctor Doom - a burglar! Rummaging about in another being’s home, seeking to steal some priceless thing! Bah! What choice do I have? I need a key, a way -- ! My armor’s sensors have led me to prize after prize -- hundreds, thousands of devices which, in the hands of a man as brilliant as myself could provide power to conquer entire galaxies -- ! Yet, all of them combined are not enough to defeat Galactus -- let alone the Beyonder! There must be a way! Doom must be supreme!”

Unfortunately for Doom, despite the volcano distraction making Galactus sigh and have to spend time fixing the planet so he can eat it, he senses something amiss in his house and mentally yeets Doom back to Battleworld.

The villains return back to Doombase but Doctor Octopus can’t help Molecule Man because dammit he’s a nuclear physicist, not a medical doctor! Ultron tells Volcana that there are medical devices that could fix Molecule Man up nicely but since he doesn’t have any relevant orders from Doom, he’s just going to stand here and look pretty. And Enchantress says she could heal him with a wave of her hand but refuses to because Volcana already gave her a blank check.

Absorbing Man returns and reattaches his arm by basically hoping like hell it’ll just be better if he holds it in place when he reverts to skin flesh.

And the Wrecking Crew have to throw the Lizard into a cell because he hasn’t stopped trying to eat their faces for killing Wasp, his new best friend.

The Wrecking Crew doesn’t get a chance to enjoy being back at base because She-Hulk has broken in and beats the crap out of them off-screen.

Titania comes in and starts fighting She-Hulk STARTING AN ENDURING RIVALRY.

Its fun how much got its start in Secret Wars.

The two fight more or less evenly from what I can tell but uh Doctor Octopus joins in as does the Absorbing Man and the Wrecking Crew once they catch their breath.

And She-Hulk is strong but this is a stomp.

In another part of Doombase where the Enchantress is sitting in “sullen reverie” refusing to get involved in the fight she can here, instead thinking about how much she’s going to seduce the crap out of Thor.

Doom arrives at Himbase after being expelled from Galactus’ ship and refuses to explain anything to Enchantress. He just stumbles over to his sweet bed and collapses in it.

Doom: “It is over... Finished...”

Back over at Zsaji’s Village, the heroes realize that She-Hulk took off. Hawkeye figures that she went after the villains and asks to go after her.

Hawkeye: “She can’t take ‘em alone, Cap! She needs us!”

Huh! When the chips are down even though they fought, Clint and Jen sure are coworkers.

Hulk also asks to go after her since she’s his cousin. The acknowledgement of which is what I’ve been wanting all along.

But Cap tells them no.

Hulk: “I don’t suppose you’d consider putting it to a vote?”

Trying to appeal to his love of democracy. How wily.

Captain America: “My heart would vote ‘yes’ in a minute... Too many innocent lives are at stake here, though! Many more than the few people on this planet -- we’ve got a universe depending on what we do here! We can’t allow ourselves the luxury of making decisions with our hearts!”

But Cap receives a psychic skype from Professor X who tells him that the X-Men can take Galactus watching duty for a bit so run along and save your teammate, you scamp.

Cap accepts.

Its fun how the tide of battle has shifted back and forth.

Now the heroes are largely fresh, having been sitting on their ass staring at Galactus, and the villains are bloodied from several fights with the X-Men and She-Hulk. Plus, their big gun Molecule Man got Wolverine’d.

But next issue is something so big that it overshadows basically everything else in Secret Wars.

December, 1984

INVASION!

YEAH ITS VENOM

OR WILL BE

Also, a bunch of other stuff happens. The cover is kind of funny for maybe unintentionally presaging what would happen where the black costume being more remembered than everything else in Secret Wars in general but definitely this issue specifically.

There’s actually a lot of really cool stuff happening in this issue.

Cap(tain America)’s group of heroes storms Doom’s Doombase, lucking out that Doom is too stunned by being expelled from Galactus’ ship to attempt any kind of defense and nobody else on his team has the braincells to be watching out for an attack.

Enchantress hears the heroes breaking in but she’s well and truly drunk by this point.

And bemoans her secret god meeting with Thor. That she was going to try to cast a spell on him to bend him to her will but is aware that she might have flipped good for him instead. And even now wonders what she’ll do if Thor shows up in front of her.

The villains still beating She-Hulk to her death hear the heroes breaking into the base and run off to ambush them, Doc Ock slamming She-Hulk against some wreckage as a coup de grace.

Wrecker gets the jump on Iron Man and Doc Ock dumps a convenient tank of water on Human Torch but Spider-Man jumps in and drops Bulldozer with one punch before he can pulp an extinguished Johnny.

The Thing tries fighting Absorbing Man but wouldn’t you know it, the Thing’s thingness fades at the worst time again, leaving him powerless.

Spider-Woman jumps in to save him.

She didn’t get to really do much in her actual introductory issue, despite being on the cover and splash. She just kinda shows up and goes ‘i can definitely help!’

She makes a much better second impression this time. Almost like she’s aware that she needs to sell herself.

Spider-Woman: “A clean knockout -- ! Of the awesome Absorbing Man -- ! And it’s only the fifth time I’ve ever been in a fight! The new Spider-Woman wins again!”

Marvel really wants you to like this non-Jessica Drew.

Piledriver charges Hawkeye, mocking him for missing with his arrows and gloating that arrows are useless to a guy who’s immune to bullets.

Piledriver: “Hawkeye the Archer! Hah! Boy you gonna need Hawkeye the M.A.S.H. doctor in a minute -- ‘cause I reckon this good ol’ boy is gonna ‘mash’ you!”

Good one, Piledriver. Good banter.

Hawkeye: “Those shots were just warnings, dummy! I don’t want to have to hit you! From my bow, at this range, an arrow hits a lot harder than any bullet! Back off... please...”

We did learn in the Hawkeye mini that Hawkeye’s bow has a ridiculous draw strength.

This is a pretty good Hawkeye moment people don’t really point to a lot.

Also, I do love when an invincible or durable person who isn’t used to getting hurt gets hurt once and goes ‘NOPE! I DO NOT CARE FOR THIS!’

Hulk busts into Enchantress’ drinking room and unfortunately falls for her “I am but a helpless female!” routine. She gets all up in his business, magically puts him to sleep, and then pours herself another drink.

It could have been a good day for Enchantress if Captain America hadn’t come in right after.

Captain America: “What have you done to the Hulk?”

Enchantress: “For the moment, he is merely asleep. Doubtless dreaming dreams of me! But, alas, he can never truly have me, for I am yours, my handsome captain! Am I not beautiful? Come to me...”

Points for audacity but Captain America is a champion of not thinking with his dick. Blah blah willpower is legendary, socked Prometheus in the noggin. You get it.

Anyway, he socks Enchantress in the noggin with his shield and knocks her out.

Hawkeye and unthinged Ben try to find the rest of the heroes but run into Klaw and Lizard, who Klaw let out of his cell because he didn’t like to see anyone imprisoned but also because he liked the way Lizard talks. What an audiophile.

Ben Grimm: “Uh... any ideas, Hawk?”

Hawkeye: “Well... I guess we’ll have to outwit ‘em!”

Ben Grimm: “Us?!”

Hah.

Thor, Iron Man, Spider-Woman, and Mr Fantastic find Volcana and Molecule Man.

Iron Man makes the dubious tactical decision to charge right into Volcana’s plasma burst and burns out his armor.

Mr Fantastic pulls him out of the way and the other heroes try to get through Molecule Man’s fused air molecules invisible shield. They fail until Captain Marvel just lightbeams right through it. Because its transparent.

Love it. Love that her power works like that. Because it should.

Captain Marvel grabbing Molecule Man pulls open his Wolverine wounds and he passes out. Volcana surrenders to spare her boyfriend more pain.

Not that Monica intended that or knew he was wounded. This is still early Monica before Nextwave hardened her outlook. This is the Monica who was horrified when Blackout and Moonstone got pulled through a singularity.

Titania tried to drop a forty-ton beam on the heroes’ heads but is interrupted by Spider-Man thanks to his spectacular spider-sense.

She out-muscles him by a lot but she can’t actually lay a hit on him because he’s got superior spider agility. Maybe if she had more experience it’d be different but she’s basically in the angry flailing stage of her skill tree so far.

Spidey brags “With a little room to operate, no one can lay a glove on me -- not the X-Men, not the Absorbing Man, and not you!”

Titania: “When I get you I’ll -- AGGH!”

Spider-Man: “All you’re going to get is frustrated... and, eventually, trashed!”

Titania: “No! It’s not fair! *UHH!*”

Spider-Man: “But, if we were fighting in a broom closet, that’d be fair, right?”

Titania: “Stop it! Stop it! Stop -- !”

Spider-Man: “You ought to be happy, cuddles! You aspired to be a bully, and, man, you’re a classic! You talk tough and nasty when you’ve got the upper hand -- but when you’re losing -- well, that’s when the whining little wimp-ette inside comes spilling out!”

And then he defenestrates her without a window.

Fun fact: she apparently developed a Spider-Man phobia from this.

Understandably.

Y’know, in terms of embarrassing and traumatizing people, Spider-Man is having a good run in this story.

Captain American and Human Torch find a passed out Piledriver who fainted from blood loss after staggering away. And they find Ultron, standing between them and Doom.

Ultron is an Avengers-tier stomper who takes down entire teams and there’s just two heroes who coincidentally were both portrayed by Chris Evans. And the Human Torch’s fire is ineffective as Ultron gloats.

Ultron: “The core of the hottest star could not melt my adamantium body, human! Nothing can harm me! I am invincible! I am mechanically precise and computer-swift! I am perfect!”

When Ultron grapples Human Torch and starts throttling him, Cap tells him to use his nova-flame. Then hides behind his shield.

The flame melts a good portion of the room and the air being superheated somehow doesn’t make Cap crispy. And when the nova flare of the nova flame fades, Ultron’s chassis is still intact.

But the heat damaged something inside and Ultron is down. Johnny is also down, spent from the nova.

I like that the Fantastic Four would have their own way to deal with Ultron should that ever come up. Has it? You’d think it would.

Captain America proceeds to Doom alone but Doom is non-responsive from being Galactus’d.

And Reed, Spider-Man, and Hulk finds Hawkeye and Ben Grimm, where they have outwitted Klaw and Lizard.

Lizard: “Disssturb our gamess-s and the Lizard will dessstroy you! Once we finissh, we will do as you s-ssay!”

Well, whatever works!

With the fighting done, Captain Marvel finds She-Hulk, barely alive. The heroes jam her into a healing tube saving her in the nick of time.

The heroes also jam the villains into healing tubes because they’re heroes and are nice like that.

Considering the heroes were fighting to take prisoners and the villains very much weren’t, it’s lucky that the heroes won the majority of conflicts and got away from the one they didn’t.

The villains that didn’t need bacta treatments - or whatever is in those tubes - got shoved into cells. Also, Doom, because he might need the healing juice but it would require peeling him out of his armor and its probably booby-trapped.

Hawkeye and Captain Marvel return to the village to bring Wasp’s body to DoomHerobase for a funeral but they’re in for a surprise.

It turns out that Zsaji WAS able to heal Wasp who wasn’t dead just in a laser-induced death-like stasis. AS YA DO. It nearly killed Zsaji to bring Wasp back from such grievous injuries.

Colossus learns this by getting into her exposition drugs while she’s passed out and mind-melding with her.

Of course, it just makes the big lug fall deeper in love with her.

The important takeaway is that Wasp is alive. Just like we knew that she would be. The universe has been set right.

Over at Herobase, Reed Richards fixes the Iron Man armor after Rhodey got it a little melted.

Iron Man, James Rhodes: “I’m curious... were you surprised there was a black man under the metal?”

Reed Richards: “Hmm... No, I never gave it a thought! I knew there was a man under there...”

Its a nice exchange.

Its kinda ruined retroactively by Illuminati revealing that Reed knew Tony was Iron Man and would have known about Tony having to step down due to his alcoholism and likely knew about Rhodey taking over.

Dammit, Illuminati!

Elsewhere in the base, Spider-Man spots Hulk and Thor coming out of a room with Thor sporting a brand new cape and helmet. They tell Spidey that there’s a device in there that will make any clothes you want.

Except Spider-Man doesn’t bother asking which device and they don’t bother specifying so Spidey just picks the likeliest one and gets a black glob.

An important black glob.

To eventually be revealed to be an alien goo symbiote and later eventually tied to a dark god that predates the universe.

But for right now, its a way to incorporate a new costume design that a fan submitted. And Spider-Man handwaves it not looking like his old costume by assuming he was thinking of the new Spider-Woman.

So that’s how it is, Pete? She ‘ripped’ you off so you’re gonna rip her off?

You know whats really funny?

A month before this came out, in Spider-Man’s own book, he had learned that the costume was a living symbiote and had gotten rid of it.

It be like that with Secret Wars but its still funny that we’re finally seeing him get the costume just as he’s getting rid of it.

Anyway, Spider-Man’s new costume buzz is interrupted by the planet shaking and someone yelling in his brain.

Professor X: “CAPTAIN AMERICA! COME AT ONCE! IT HAS BEGUN! GALACTUS IS DEVOURING THE PLANET!”

It’s nice that the crises are waiting their turn.

January, 1985

ASSAULT ON GALACTUS!

The issue titles for this story are all so excited.

The X-Men were left on Galactus watching duty so when the big lug starts trying to eat the planet, the X-Men charge in to attack him.

Hm.

Y’know, I sometimes wonder what iconic storylines would have been like if a different set of characters handled it. This used to be great What If fodder. I know there was one where the Avengers tackled Galactus’ first appearance. And because it was the tone of What If at the time to viciously shoot down any divergence of the 616 timeline, THINGS WENT HORRIBLY WRONG.

Think of it like the Turn Left episode of Doctor Who.

POINT BEING, I wonder how the X-Men would have handled Galactus’ first appearance. Of course, this would be the O5 roster so they’d have their work cut out for them.

Heck, even with Storm on the team, the X-Men are over their heads with Galactus.

She hits him with two massive lightning bolts and Galactus keeps working like he didn’t even notice.

The X-Men seem to realize how out of their depth they are (especially sans Phoenixes, their usual Galactus-fighting go-to) but at Professor Xavier’s command they charge in anyway.

Galactus sends out a defensive drone so he can continue not paying the X-Men any mind and the mutants find themselves completely bogged down in fighting the drone while Galactus does his thing.

And from Zsaji’s sweet village, Captain Marvel, Wasp, and Hawkeye see a massive explosion where the X-Men were.

I guess they’re totally dead forever.

Wasp: “Should we head up there now?”

Hawkeye: “No! We’d better wait for Cap... and strike as a unit!”

Hah.

Its the expression, really. Like Hawkeye thinking to himself ‘oh I want no part of that.’

The non-X-Men assemble at Herobase to rush to the fight.

Mr. Fantastic: “Hurry! No telling how long the X-Men can hold out!”

Spider-Man: “Yeah! Where’s the rest of the alphabet when you need it?”

HAH!

Oh, Spider-Man, you are a delight.

In the airship over, Thor notices that Hulk looks glum and tries to cheer him up.

Thor: “If ‘tis that you do not fit in these chairs that depresses you, count yourself fortunate! They were made, I think, for insect men... or by trolls, for torture! If ‘tis the impending battle troubling thee -- just think! What greater chance for glory has man or god e’er known? More even than Ragnarok, this is the battle I was born millennia ago to fight! You, too, are a warrior born, Hulk! A taste of battle and the berserker battle-lust shall rise in thy soul!”

Hulk: “I doubt it! I lost that when I gained the intelligence of my human side -- Bruce Banner! And now I’m slowly losing that, too! I’m not savage enough... or smart enough to be a relevant factor!”

Well, You Tried, Thor.

Johnny Torch is trying to cheer up Ben Grimm who is as grim as his name over his powers popping in and out as they please.

And then the rocks pop back on just as Ben is dramatically bemoaning that he can’t control them.

The Thing: “Whoopie! I’m the Thing again! I’m so happy, I even like you!”

Human Torch: “Yeow! You lummox! Put me down! Jeez, I can see the headlines -- ‘affectionate hug slays Human Torch en route to battle -- universe destroyed as a result’!’“

This book has some decent lines.

Iron Man ogles Spider-Woman under the pretense of not trusting her but then goes a little ‘I’ll show them all!’

Iron Man: “A lot of guys have worked with Iron Man before -- but that was when Tony Stark was in this suit! I think they’ve started to realize there’s a different guy in here, now... an’ they got their doubts! They’re keepin’ their distance -- don’t quite trust me yet! Don’t matter! As long as I got this armor, I’m one ba-ad dude -- especially since Richards souped it up! As soon as that fight starts, I’ll show ‘em -- show ‘em I’m Iron Man! The real Iron Man! James Rhodes is Iron Man -- now and forever!”

Rhodey pls.

Also meanwhile, because this is a long flight, Spider-Man starts hopping all around the interior of the airship overexcited because he’s just discovered that the totally benign goo suit he got has webshooters!

And he squirts Johnny in the face to prove it because that’s just how Spider-Man is sometimes.

Johnny complains that this webbing is even harder to burn than his old stuff which will turn itself into a bit of a plot hole down the line when its revealed that symbiotes are weak to fire.

Whoops.

Its fine though. Pre-modern Venom has always had sloppy writing around it.

He also demonstrates the goo suit’s ability to change shape.

I can’t believe that Marvel were cowards and never had Peter go around in the Summer Variant suit.

Reed lets himself go down a melancholic musing rabbit hole and starts poking holes in the story logic.

Mr. Fantastic: “At face value, the whole thing is absurd! Why would a being so far removed from us and so powerful as the Beyonder bring us across the universe for a stupid, simplistic ‘good-versus-evil’ gladiatorial contest? Is he a mad god? A cosmic idiot? And why us? Why this odd collection of beings, mostly from Earth? And why Galactus? He doesn’t fit! Human beings and even gods may be tempted, but Galactus is a force of nature -- no more capable of having enemies than a hurricane or an earthquake! Why is he here? There must be more to this... but what possible purpose could there be?”

Credit where its due, these are things I’ve been wondering!

But Reed is so busy pondering this that he runs the airship into the energy discharge from Galactus’ machine and crashes the ship on top of Colossus.

Smooth move, absent minded professor.

With only seconds before the world starts to burn, the Avengers, Fantastic Four, and assorted leap into battle against Galactus.

Iron Man manages to get past Galactus’ defense drones and punch his world eating engine, thanks to the upgrades done to the armor.

But now that they’re being successful, Reed interjects and tells them to stop winning so hard. Yes, really.

Mr. Fantastic: “Ben, we can’t go through with this! At last I see a purpose here -- a meaning to the universe for this insane conflict! WE MUST NOT STOP GALACTUS!’

Then Galactus effortlessly blasts the heroes away.

Which, if nothing else, gives Reed a chance to catch his breath to EXPOSIT MORE.

Mr. Fantastic: “For the first time this whole thing makes seom sense to me! I see a possible purpose in it! This is a chance to rid our universe of the threat of Galactus! All we have to do is let him win this contest! If the Beyonder indeed, grants hsi wish, he’ll be freed of his planet-consuming hunger at long last!”

The Thing: “And if the Beyonder reneges?”

Mr. Fantastic: “Re-energized by consuming this world, Galactuc will attack -- I know it! And force the Beyonder to pay up -- or be destroyed in the attempt. Any way you look at it... the universe wins! Countless billions who would have eventually fallen prey to Galactus -- will live in peace!”

Spider-Man: “Yeah, but why us? Why were we picked to decide the fate of the universe?”

Mr. Fantastic: “Why not us? We picked ourselves, remember? Besides... we beings of Earth seem to have a knack for being pivotal in the cosmic scheme of things.”

Reed, some offense but you’re the last person who should be speaking on this.

Galactus is only alive now because you had a hunch that he had some Big Important Role in the cosmic order and saved his life.

You may remember that because THE ENTIRETY OF SPACE PUT YOU ON TRIAL FOR IT.

Turning around on that because now you have a different hunch that everything will be a-okay if the Beyonder kills Galactus, is just such a classic Reed move.

Anyway, the discussion ends because Galactus raptures Reed and the entire mountaintop his machine was sitting on.

Since the suspects of Reed rapturing were Galactus or the Beyonder, its not very surprising that its Galactus forcibly inviting Reed up to his solar-system sized apartment.

What, you thought that the Beyonder would be more present in this story that it initiated? Fool.

Anyway, Galactus wants to have a friendly talk at Reed. Because Galactus is one of the few people that can talk down at Reed and he just has to sit tight and listen.

Meanwhile, over at the former Doombase, locked in a Doomcell, its Doom. Still in his catatonia OR IS IT?

Doom: “THE WORLD SHIP IS THE WAY! Galactus’s home itself is the way I seek! At last, I see!”

He activates the get-out-of-jail-free button hidden in his ankle which activates a point-singularity power supply that busts the door off his cell.

He ignores all of the other imprisoned villains to free Klaw.

Doom: “You, yourself, Klaw, are a ‘recording’ of sorts, due to the time you spent as a wave of vibratory energy coursing through the walls of Galactus’s homeworld! Come with me!”

Klaw: “Where to? Toodle-oo, toodle-oo!”

Doom: “To the lab! I’m going to dissect you!”

Klaw: “Oh, good!”

If it were anyone else that would read as sarcastic.

Its also revealed that Doom talks to himself because he is constantly recording.

Doom: “Every utterance of Doom must be recorded for posterity!”

How on-brand.

Meanwhile, back over at where the fight was, Cyclops OPTIC BLASTS out of the hole Magneto buried the X-Men in to save them from Galactus’ exploding drone.

Good job, Magneto.

Buuut. The fight is over so the X-Men just vaguely wander over to Zsaji’s village to catch up with Captain America’s group.

Zsaji wakes up from her Wasp-healing coma and runs over... right past Colossus to embrace Johnny. To make Colossus sad in the background.

But Johnny is too worried about Reed being raptured to make out with his new space girlfriend right now.

The heroes debate what to do.

Cap(tain America) wants to just stand ready until Galactus comes back and Cap(tain Marvel) suggests finding some spaceships at former Doombase and mounting an assault on Galactus’ imagination-ruiningly huge homeship.

The Thing offers the daring option of ‘hey Reed said not to fight Galactus and dangit what Reed says goes!’

He’s as bad as the Inhumans, I swear.

Reed reappears right about when Iron Man and the Thing are about to come to blows over the ‘do whatever Reed says’ plan.

The Thing: “Stretch! What happened?”

Mr. Fantastic: “Not much! We had tea...”

NOW I KNOW that Galactus likely has some robot servant or device that makes tea for him. But I can’t get the image out of my head of Galactus holding a tiny teapot and serving Reed tea.

How dare this comic cut away and let that happen off-panel!

Anyway, their big OFF-PANEL talk?

Mr. Fantastic: “He told me that I was a ‘force of the universe’ just as he is -- ! That I’m a ‘universal champion of life’ just as he is an instrument of death!”

Now. Nooooow. Champion slash Avatar of Life is a legitimate thing in Marvel, once filled by, uh, Captain Marvel. The Kree guy version. So the position is open.

I just find it easier to believe that Galactus was saying random nonsense to try to befuddle Reed into doing what Galactus wants rather than it being official.

The Avatar of Life page on marvel wiki doesn’t seem to credit it. It only has two versions of Adam Warlock, Drax, and Cancerverse Mar-Vell.

Anyway.

Mr. Fantastic: “I don’t what to say! I’m more convinced than ever that it’s right to let Galactus do what he must! And if I’m a ‘Champion of Life’ does it not make sense to allow Galactus to slay us so that countless billions will live? Or was he telling me that I must fight to serve even these relatively few lives here? I just don’t know...”

Yeeeeah. More convinced than ever that Galactus was filling Reed’s brain with cognitive chaff so to speak.

But Ben “Thing” Grimm is like ‘hey if Reed tells me I gotta die for the good of the universe then I’m ready to die so we’re not fighting unless Reed says so.’

Hawkeye: “This is a real crock! We’ve got to fight! Quitters! Cowards!”

I rarely say this but I think Hawkeye has a point.

Anyway, Galactus reappears the mountaintop, his machine, and himself to get back to snacking on the planet.

Far be it from me to tell Galactus how to ‘mortals are beneath my notice’ but maybe he’d get better results relocating his machine to the other side of the planet. Get some element of surprise, a head start.

No? Fine.

Captain America: “All right, listen up! I’m going to fight! The rest of you come or not as your conscience dictates!”

Wasp: “We’re with you, Cap!”

Captain America: “Good! But first... I just want to tell you, Professor Xavier, that despite our differences, you and your people did us -- and the universe, as far as I’m concerned -- a great service, earlier!”

Professor Xavier: “It was an honor!”

Captain America: “I hope you, the X-Men... and Magneto will come and fight side by side with us now! No one here will deny you’ve earned that much!”

Think about all the grief that could have been saved if people were willing to give Magneto the benefit of the doubt at the beginning of the story! Womp womp!

Meanwhile at Doombase (because the heroes are all off doing stuff and when the heroes are away Doom gets his base back), Doom observes the battle against Galactus starting AND that the Beyonder has cracked open his portal to watch the fight.

But more importantly, Doom cut Klaw into slices.

Back over at the heroes fighting Galactus, the heroes are fighting Galactus.

As in, directly. No drones.

Its a sign that they’re making some sort of progress.

He’s still batting them around like leaves in the wind.

But the Terrific Three show up to actually help.

Mr. Fantastic: “Galactus used enormous amounts of energy transporting his homeworld here -- and I’m sure he hasn’t fed for months! His power is almost depleted! We can take him!”

Captain America: “Richards, I -- I’m glad you’re here -- but what made you change your mind?”

Mr. Fantastic: “I... thought about what Galactus said -- and I’m still not certain that, in the cosmic scheme of things, what we’re doing is right -- but I realized just how badly I want to see my baby born, Cap! I want that more than anything -- ! And I’m going to fight for it!”

Aww.

He’s going to be waiting a long time for that baby though.

Not because of comic book time but because of intense drama reasons.

The heroes manage to reach the top of the mountain and start trashing Galactus’ machine despite Reed insisting that they ignore it and prevent Galactus from escaping.

And Galactus just animation-cell-slides-up ‘I must return to my homeworld’ style.

And as Reed explains how badly they done fucked up, Galactus takes a last look around his homeworld/spaceship. Because he doesn’t need his machine to eat planets. It just makes the process more efficient. So if the heroes are going to be annoying about him eating Battleworld, he’s just going to eat his own dang home!

Mr. Fantastic: “He’s devouring his own living world -- perhaps the greatest energy source in the universe! Moments after he’s finished, this godforsaken planet will be next! We won’t be able to stop him this time! Then he’ll probably consume the sun too! He’ll want every iota of energy available in case he must do battle with the Beyonder! We’re dead men!”

Wow. Is that the most kirby krackle we’ve ever seen?

But as Galactus converts his home into POWER COSMIC, Doom is ready with his own plan to steal that power, aided by a series of lenses he’s turned Klaw into.

As ya do?

You’ll have to tune in to the last quarter of Secret Wars to see if Doom succeeds in doing that thing that he always tries to do.

My thought is: maybe.

Follow @essential-avengers for the good job I’m doing with these Secret Warses. Like and reblog maybe.

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echochamberdean · 4 years ago

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Blitzkrieg Bop

pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

summary: Reader has somethings special planned for Peter’s birthday

word count:1k

a/n: I tried to use the more popular Ramones songs so that people would know what I’m talking about but the reason I chose the Ramones is because ‘Blitzkrieg Bop’ plays at the end of the first Spiderman movie (Holland Spiderman). Anyways, I hope you guys like it, feel free to send in requests!

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“Peter, if you ask where we’re going one more time I will murder you!” You screeched simply tired of his questions sounding behind you like a broken record as you both got ready in his room,

“Y/n, you know I can’t handle secrets. This is why our relationship is thriving.” He said looking back at you goofily as he threw on the Ramones shirt you had told him to wear. You laughed.

“Just shut up and get ready.” You responded playfully before heading into the bathroom to check the outfit you had picked out for the night. Tonight was Peter’s birthday and you had planned something super special for him. There was a reason you had failed to mention that your brother was in a cover band. You had asked them if they could dedicate their show tonight to Peter and cover songs by the Ramones seeing as it was Peter’s favorite band. They, of course, were delighted to do the show for Peter as you would often help them in the early developments of the band and had even written one of their original songs.

“You ready yet?” He called from the room, you could tell he was getting antsy.

“Yeah, you?”

“Yup, let’s get out of here already, I’m starting to think you’re gonna have me assassinated.”

“Me? On your birthday? Never.” You met him in the hallway outside of his bedroom with a sly smile before pressing a quick kiss on his lips. He hummed in playful suspicion, taking your hand in his as you led him out the door.

As you approached the venue with your hands hovering over his eyes it was getting harder to conceal where you were taking him as you could begin to hear the music coming from the building. The boom of the drums and bass could be felt on your skin as you got closer and closer to the building. Peter tried to move your hands from his eyes.

“Are we seeing your brother play!?? God, I actually haven’t seen him and the guys in a while!” You couldn’t hold the position of your hands any longer as Peter looked up at the neon light in the shape of an eyeball flicking left to right with each second.

“You got me,” You splayed a playful frown on your face, “We’re seeing my brother's band, yes. But that’s not all..” You walked ahead of him before flashing back a mischievous look. Peter was, nonetheless, excited to hear live music.

As you entered the venue, you could see your brother and his band finishing up a soundcheck. You whistled up at him to let him know you were here. ‘You’re late,” he mouthed over the sound of the guitarist tuning his guitar.

“We’re here aren’t we?” You yelled up at him, he pointed at you in playful warning before turning back to the drummer to finish up. You lead Peter around the barrier to stand right at the front of the stage.

“Alright everybody, how’re we doin’ tonight?” The house whistled, whooped, and yelled back.

“Good, good, that’s great. Listen, tonight's show is gonna be a little different tonight, I hope you don’t mind. Tonight’s menu is full of Joey Ramone, let’s go.” Everyone in the club clapped and cheered, you whistled loudly.

“This one’s for Peter Parker, it’s called Blitzkrieg Bop. 1, 2, 3, 4!” As the drummer counted off with his sticks, you quickly looked to Peter who looked as if he had just met Joey Ramone himself. The guitar kicked off and Peter turned to you excitedly.

“No fucking way!” He yelled at you over the guitar and drums resounding throughout the venue. You simply nodded at him just as excited to see him fanboy over his favorite band’s song.

“Holy shit!” He chanted as you both jumped and swayed to the music, the others around you pumping their fists in the air, it was pleasant anarchy and Peter couldn’t look happier. The band played more of the hits and you both jammed to the music until your feet were sore.

When the show was over, you were both absolutely exhausted but happy.

“I can’t believe that really just happened! I haven’t ever been to a show like that, it was so cool! Especially when they were playing ‘I Wanna Be Sedated’ and your brother did that thing with his guitar, that was so sick!” You laughed as Peter kept on going on about how much he loved the show. You dragged him along with you backstage to where your brother and the guys were packing up for the night.

“Dude that was so great, thanks again, I owe you one.” You said, hugging him before looking at Peter.

“You guys were really good, I had a blast,” Peter said, smiling from ear to ear.

“It was no problem guys, I always wanted to play an old hits show so it was pretty fun. This doesn’t mean you don’t still owe me one y/n/n. I might have to cash that in soon.” He joked.

“Yeah whatever, loser, anyways me and Peter are heading home. Thanks again!” You called out before you and Peter headed out.

The crickets sang peacefully as you both walked down the street, slowly, as if prolonging the high of the show. There were a few others far ahead of you now, that had also begun their walk home after the show, whooping on about the songs and such. It made you smile and squeeze Peter's hand as you leaned into his shoulder.

“Did you like your present?”

“Are you kidding? I loved it y/n, that was the most fun I’ve had in a long time. You know I’ve been patrolling a lot lately but to get one night with my favorite person listening to my favorite songs- It was incredible.” He looked into your eyes, “I loved it.” He repeated, stopping in his tracks to make sure you could see his face; see just how happy he was at that moment.

You looked up at him, sliding your arms up and over his shoulders, meeting at the nape of his neck.

“I’m glad, Petey.” You smiled, closing the distance between you. He kissed you with such a burning passion that it was hardly bearable. Seeing him happy was just about the best feeling in the world. So you kissed back, just as much as he, his arms pulling you closer to him before you were both desperate for air.

“I love you.” He whispered, his breath warm and ghosting against your ear. It made you shiver.

“I love you too.”

#peter parker #peter parker x reader #mcu #mcu x reader #marvel #marvel cinematic universe #the ramones #fanfiction #x reader #imagine #peter parker imagine #fluff #music

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ah-kasuna · 4 years ago

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Puppetry in a Nutshell // ♥ I ♥

Pairing: SasoDei

AU: Art School

THIS IS THE 1ST PART AND MY VERY 1ST TRANSLATION ;_; I ain’t native speaker, so there will be mistakes I think, so please let me know about them, so I could fix em! Tbh it feels like doin it with the blindfold on, so XD Yeah, forgive me anyway.

I hope you’ll like it!♥ Let me know what you think please! Love ya!

AND I DEDICATE IT TO @deidaraakasuna, U KNOW WHY♥♥♥

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Geidai.

The world-famous Fine Arts Academy, located in one of the most charming corners of Tokyo.

A place that growing artists dream about, perceiving it as a mystical land of inspiration and creativity (until they see sculpture students playing with their own Pony ponies).

The university to get to is a high-class feat, usually drenched in liters of alcohol and liters of tears in a later hangover. After all, who wouldn't get drunk on this occasion?

I smiled at the vague memories as I unpacked my breakfast and shook my head fondly. Basically, this sentimental feeling of being an old woman with a bunch of grandchildren has accompanied me since the beginning of my sophomore year, when I watched the freshmen roaming the corridors in sweet ignorance of their fate. Fortunately or not, this intoxicating state faded into non-existent at the end of the first semester as the session approached. And it just so happened that it was just approaching, breaking the will to fight along the way and magically depriving the students of creative inspiration, the one necessary - as you can easily guess - to pass half a year at a group of charming leaders.

My gloomy eyes followed the classroom. Outside the corridor window, visible through the open door, a bird chirped merrily. The weather was beautiful - a typical Japanese spring. The cherries were blooming, scattering fragrant white-pink petals around, and I was rotting at the epicenter of All Evil, like a condemned man aware of what was about to happen. And which happened cyclically twice a week, because my goddamn ambition pushed me to apply for this equally damned university. And so I redeemed my sins before I died, regretting abandoning the idea of self-improvement in the privacy of my modest (but equipped with a kettle and toaster!) Apartment. What more could you want?

I shoved a huge piece of bread in my mouth, which I chewed for five minutes before he graciously wanted to squeeze through my esophagus. A dry mouth like this meant only one thing: my brain finally picked up the information that puppetry classes were about to begin. For my despairing amusement, everyone was rushing to their seats, with shaking hands shoving paints, chisels, and the rest of the necessary utensils out of their bags, as if someone's life depended on the speed of their perfect arrangement on the table. I felt a sudden urge to laugh out loud.

If asked about the reason why the very thought of puppetry gave the vast majority of students sudden symptoms of delirium and depression, the answer would be simple, concise, and more eloquent than the potency pill ads: Hell Cerberus aka Sasori Akasuna. Officially - a lecturer in a terribly heavy and hated subject; in fact - the walking essence of the deepest pits of hell. What was it about him that wherever he went - everyone immediately cut off discussions and silly games? Well, the puppetry professor not only carefully nurtured the art of being laconic, cynical and ruthless. He was devilishly intelligent, even more talented and vindictive and possesive a tons of sophisticated sarcasm, which he liked to apply with the greatest pleasure to me.

The bell rang. Everyone but me jumped up immediately and Akasuna entered the classroom. As always: in a perfectly matched shirt, elegant pants, a perfectly knotted tie and an equally perfect boredom on the face.

I reluctantly swallowed the rest of my bun, limiting myself to lazily lifting my ass off the chair and making a painful expression. Anyway, I was a loser at the outset, so I saw no point in putting on a similar play as the others, which only maked him sastisfied more. I clenched my fists automatically. Not this time, man!

The professor walked slowly towards the cathedral by stairs, giving the impression of a man who scrupulously and deeply don't care for this worldly place and time. And perhaps I would even fall for his 'dun-give-a-shit' play, if I had not been marked by his hatred from the very first class. And yet, it's not like I did something to him, oh no. I was simply not susceptible to his mental puppet strings, so I stubbornly disagreed with him on the essence of the art. For him, the highest dimension of beauty were - horror of horrors - goofy make-uped puppets; for me, the art was much less crude carving in plastic materials, where every little movement could fix or spoil everything. And the wood? It was too patient, too tough, hard to work with, unresponsive to the tender touch of trained hands, and it had splinters ...

Everything happened according to the established order. Akasuna checked the attendance, gave an excruciatingly boring spiel about our laziness and talentlessness (noting that exams were coming up), and then had everyone make an individual puppet design. I groaned woefully like the rest of them, reluctantly reaching into my bag for a sketchbook and a set of pencils.

I loved nothing so much as wasting my time gouging dolls. To my left, a class idiot Tobi, wrapped in an orange and black scarf almost under his nose, looked at me as if I was a revelation of heavens.

"Don't even try," I said, feeling what was happening." We'll be kicked out both."

The guy made cat eyes, but said nothing more, and I went to work. I was drawing the lines in concentration, letting my mind wander along the definitely nice tracks, and in the end I turned off mind for good. And I would have been drawing in peace so I'd probably have finished this stupid task if that black-haired moron at the desk next to mine had not disturbed me with his grunts accompanying his neck stretching towards my work.

It was the end of my composure. I lifted my head from the project and cursed him to the next five generation, supporting my words with a discreet but well-hit kick. There was a muffled groan.

"Kawamoto, shall you explain me what are you doing?" I immediately heard the distinctive, bored tone of his voice and stiffened on my chair.

The professor was standing a few steps away from me, eyebrows raised and hands folded across his chest.

"Should I take you to the playground?"

"I'm trying to work, professor," I grunted, holding back the appropriate retort and wondering how the heck did he materialized at my desk.

"Good choice of words, indeed." The corner of his mouth curled up in a cynical smile. "Then be that kind and continue your trials in peace, unless you prefer to try at another university."

I felt my blood flooding. Tobi inhaled loudly, knowing what awaited him at the break, and Akasuna leisurely returned to the cathedral, occasionally glancing at me with hideous satisfaction.

I hated him. I hated him most sincerely and most earnestly, with particular emphasis on his physicality, which, despite the sadistic nature, made most of the female students' knees soften and their tongues tangled. Because exactly! He wasn't just a psychopath. He was a disgustingly handsome psychopath who was well aware of this fact and was not embarrassed to make use of it.

Unfortunately, it happened that he accidentaly found out about my moderate interest in the opposite sex, and from that moment he enjoyed torturing me with himself, perfectly guessing my preferences and weaknesses.

"May you rot in these shavings," I drawled under my breath, sticking a pencil on a blank sheet of paper and tracing a busty doll in a ballerina costume on it, with revenge paints 'Miss Sasori' on her exposed ass. And I would probably enjoy this piece of finest art until the end of the class, if I hadn't realized what my "blank sheet" was and why I just sentenced myself to death. I scribbled a porn image of the puppetry professor on the outline.

The bell rang.

"I would like to remind you that today we have the deadline for submitting the presentation plans to pass," his voice occurred to me as if through a fog.

Did I really hoped it would end well? With my heart pounding in the chest, I tore the rubber band out of my pocket, trying to erase the traces of my crime, as I caught above me the distinctive smell of his perfume.

"It was especially to you, Kawamoto," he announced icily, slipping the battered paper out from under my hands with a nimble movement.

He attached it to the stack of papers he held, without even glaring at it, and left me sitting at the desk with a silent scream of terror on my face.

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my-darling-has-forgotten-me · 5 years ago

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Oof... I'd feel for anyone in that situation. Thanks for the ask, and thank you for the compliment! I appreciate the support ❤️

⚠️Trigger Warning⚠️

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𝕀𝕗 𝕪𝕠𝕦'𝕣𝕖 𝕤𝕖𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕥𝕚𝕧𝕖 𝕥𝕠 𝕥𝕠𝕡𝕚𝕔𝕤 𝕤𝕦𝕔𝕙 𝕒𝕤 𝕓𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕪𝕚𝕟𝕘, 𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕕 𝕟𝕠 𝕗𝕦𝕣𝕥𝕙𝕖𝕣 ~

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𝑃𝑎𝑖𝑟𝑖𝑛𝑔 = 𝐾𝑜𝑢 𝑀𝑢𝑘𝑎𝑚𝑖 𝑥 𝐹𝑒𝑚𝑎𝑙𝑒 𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟 ~

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I got inspiration for this off 'Say I Love You'

"Kou! I heard your new song! It's so good!"

"Aw really?! Thanks for the support!"

"Yeah! We heard it too! You're as awesome as always!", Gushed a group of his fangirls.

"Oh! Y/N, you can go on ahea-"

But as always, I going to class before him. Automatically walking ahead of him. It's like this everyday, he gets crowded and I'm told to go. It's so annoying....

I walk ahead and saw Ruki, he looked at me and approached me. "Where's Kou? You've been going to class on your own a lot lately", he asked as stern as ever. "He's... Busy", I said, looking behind me seeing Kou laughing and smiling at his little harem.

"So it's like that? I don't like his neglect to you much either but I suppose it's his duty as an idol to entertain his fans", deadpanned Ruki, looking at the scene also. "N-no... I find his actions reasonable, besides it's not like I'm jealous or anything..."

Ruki softened his normally stoic face. "Would you like me to talk to him later? He's your Adam, he shouldn't treat you like this", he said

"No need...", I muttered and walked away. I heard fangirls muttering and whispering about me.

"Ugh... Look at that stuck-up bitch..."

"I know, she's such a whore"

I'm not...

"She only talks to Kou whenever she wants something... She's a slutty gold digger"

Stop it...

"She completely neglects him at school, seriously I bet she forces him to sleep with her"

I don't...

"Kou could do way better than Y/N..."

I know...

I put my earphones and I keep walking to class, once I get there, I see more fangirls. Stupid bitches...

I pull out my phone and I feel a pull on my right ear.

"Hey Masokitty! Wassup?", He said cheerfully. I say nothing, I feel Kou's fangirls glaring daggers at me. "Ehhh? You changed your screensaver?! Whhhyyyy? We looked so cute together in that photo!" He whined.

"So? Am I not allowed to change my background photo? And must you be so... Over the top?", I deadpanned, I only get into trouble when Kou gives me attention in public.

"Take it easy, I was just asking... Anyway, what're you listening to?", Kou said placing the earphone into his ear.

"Hey!"

"Huh...? Everybody Wants To Rule The World again?", He asked.

"Loser...", One of the girls uttered.

"You seem off today? You doin alright?", He asked in a worried voice.

"Nothing, I just didn't get much sleep last night!"

"Maybe because I didn't let you sleep last night?~ I'm sorry! You know how I get when I'm needy~", he said putting his arm around my waist.

Jesus Christ! No need to bring it up infront if people you dumbass! I felt more glares of horror and burning hatred being stabbed into me.

"Y/N, you listen to a song on loop when you're upset, are you sure it's okay?"

"Geez, I'm on my period okay!", I hissed... God, why can't he just leave me alone in school?

"it actually ended last-"

"Can you shut the fuck up for five seconds?!"

Everyone looked at me... Kou just glared at me, well, I'm in for it tonight.

I walked into class and I just tried to forget... everything. Why did I have to say that?!

I quickly leave the class after the bell rang and I headed straight for the girls bathroom hastily. I lock myself in a stall and went on my phone, again.

"Kou would look sooo good with Megumi right?", A feminine voice sighed.

"Doesn't he already have a girlfriend? It's that Y/N girl right?"

"I hate that bitch, she told him to shut the fuck up today, the audacity"

"Seriously?- Oh hey Megumi!"

Who's Megumi? I heard she's some really famous model/idol. I listen in on their conversation.

"Hey guys! What's up?", She said enthusiastically.

"Did you hear what Y/N said to Kou today?"

"Hm? Yeah I heard about it... Poor Kou, he must feel so abused by her. Also I asked him if he wanted to do a photoshoot with me and he said yes!"

My heart sank at her words... He really said that he'd do it with her? I get an Instagram notification that Kou updated his story, I went on and it read: Doing a photoshoot with Megumi! I'm so excited! I'll put pictures on later!

I turned my phone off in defeat. I'll stay with him for the plan... Not because I'm in love with him. I'm sick of the shit he does at this point. I wait for the girls to leave, which didn't take long so I left the stall and went to wash my hands. "Hey you stupid bitch!", A voice screamed at me. I ignored it. "DONT FUCKING ANNOY ME BITCH!".

I looked at her and I felt a strong impact on my face and I felt something run down my face. I looked in the mirror and blood was spilling down. The girl and her friends took turns hitting me and they left after 5 painful minutes.

I hate this...

I walk out to the nurse's office and grabbed a large plaster for my face and walked out. Why can't this day just end? I wanna go back and go to bed.

"Masokitty...?"

"Yeah... What's up?"

"What happened to your face?"

"I..."

I saw the group of girls snickering at me.

"I fell..."

"Is that right?", He said getting serious. The way he was looking at me made me wanna crawl under a rock and die. School was over before I knew it and the car ride was silent, a very awkward silence.

"I wanna talk when we get back Masokitty... I'm not very happy on how you were acting today, it was sooo embarrassing"

Yuma pursed his lips and widened his eyes, knowing that some major tea is going to go down.

"I'm sorry for being such an embarrassment...", I said shyly, not looking him in the eyes.

Does he honestly think that he'd be the one suffering...?

"I don't think you're an embarrassment Livestock... Kou, you need to think about Eve, her happiness should be your top priority. The plan is almost finished"

"I-it's really fine, it's not like it matters to me whether I'm happy or not...", I deadpan looking out the window.

"Jesus Christ! What the hell is your problem today?! You're starting to piss me off!", Yelled Kou.

"It doesn't matter, I'll just...deal with it myself or whatever", I sighed listlessly.

"Eve... isn't...acting...like...her...normal...self...at school... you...tend...to...be....much...happier...at... home....are...you...sure...that... you're... fine....at....school?", Said Azusa, clearly worried.

"I'm fine, don't worry about me. Nothing that bad has happened", I said smiling.

"Oh, also I gotta go out later today", said Kou.

"Be back before dinner, what time are you going at?", Asked Ruki. He's such a mom sometimes.

"Uhhh... 12:00 to 15:00. Shouldn't you of all people be curious as to where I'm going Masokitty?", Hissed Kou.

"Not really no, just don't do anything dumb"

Kou ignored you for the rest of the car ride and avoided you for the rest of the night.

It was time for you to go to bed, you just went to your own room because you thought he didn't want you to sleep next to him.

It was 16:00... He should've been home by now... I checked his Instagram and...

He and Megumi made such a good couple... Comments on the post said that they should start dating, they'd make such a great couple.

What is this... Inferiority?

This crushing feeling like I'll never be good enough for Kou...

Do I only love Kou because... He's someone no one else can have? Do I see him as a trophy...?

Does he only see me as a blood bag? Something he can use for his amusement?

I turn off my phone and flop onto my bed, Jesus Christ, I wanted to cry until I eventually drown into my tears.

It feels like Kou's moving away from me... And I hate it.

Ruki POV-

"Explain this Kou", I ordered showing him an image on my phone of his going into some girls apartment. I was beyond annoyed with him for what he did.

Kou was looking at the photo in shock. "You slept with that girl didn't you?! Incase you haven't noticed, you have a girlfriend, who has seen this and questioning her worth to you"

"Ruki! I didn't sleep with her and most importantly, Y/N saw?!", He yelled. "She even said that you and Megumi made a good couple today at lunch"

Kou looked like he was about to cry.

"I knew it was weird, how she was always trying to avoid me at school. I ruined her..."

About time he came to his senses...

"She even told me that she'll stay to fulfill the plan, not for you. The stress of choosing an Adam was hard enough, but the stress of her Adam not loving her is worse"

Kou rushed off finally. Besides, I knew he'd never cheat on her. He loves her too much...

Y/N P.O.V.

I was looking outside my window and I heard running down the hall, Kou burst in with no context and rushed over to me.

I tensed up and closed my eyes, thinking that he'd yell at me but instead, he just stood infront of me helplessly crying like a child. He leant down and embraced me like I was going to disappear in seconds.

"I'm...I'm s-sorry! I was o-only thinking about m-myself!", He cried, I could barely decipher what he was saying yet I had an idea why he was being so apologetic.

Because I saw the picture of him going into Megumi's home and he wants me to keep being in his little harem.

I out one arm around him and keep a listless face, knowing him he's just trying to manipulate me into feeling sorry for him.

"Grow the fuck up, you're just sad because you got exposed and I'm just the most convenient to go and cry to"

He looked at me and started crying even more. "SHUT UP! I LOVE YOU AND I'D CHOOSE YOU OVER MEGUMI- NO ANY MAN OR WOMAN OUT THERE!", he yelled.

"R-Ruki told me that... You think that I no longer care about you or love you... I don't want to be around those girls, they only like me because I'm attractive and famous but you- you've seen me at my worst and most violent, yet you've still stayed with me... Thank you... Thank you so much Y/N, my precious Eve"

I hug him back and I felt like crying, however, there was still a little demon on my shoulder telling me that he was faking it.

"Kou...there's no way that I'd be good enough for someone like you"

His mood swing came and he aggressively grabbed my shoulders. "How the hell can you say that?! Jesus Christ, you're the most precious thing to me! I'd sacrifice my career for you in a heartbeat!"

I'm getting mixed feelings here, he says he loves me but he sounds like he's gonna strangle me any second. Why couldn't Yui be an option? She can be my Lilith but that's not the point.

"Stop lying to me...", I whisper, holding onto him tighter.

"I'm not... You know how much I hate lies"

"Stop lying..."

"I'm not", he said softly holding onto me.

I start crying quietly, feeling a lot better that Kou gave me the verification that I so desperately wanted to hear, yet there was still some lingering doubt.

We skipped school to hangout and to do other stuff.

Timeskip~ Monday

"Kou! You looked so handsome in that photoshoot!"

"Thanks! But I don't have time to talk today because I need to focus on my special lady", he said politely.

"It's been awhile since we both went to class together", I said. I was in much better spirits because he was with me.

I guess being around with Kou in public isn't that bad.

IDGAF if I made mistakes, just deal with it because I'm too lazy...

#diabolik lovers #yuis pantsu #kou #mukami #scenario #tw bullying #bruh

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brittle-bone-gabe · 5 years ago

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The Forgotten: Chapter One: Act One

Chapter Two, Chapter Three, Chapter Four, Chapter Five, Chapter Six, Chapter Seven, Chapter Eight, Chapter Nine, Chapter Ten, Chapter Eleven, Chapter Twelve, Chapter Thirteen, Chapter Fourteen, Chapter Fifteen, Chapter Sixteen, Chapter Seventeen, Chapter Eighteen, Chapter Nineteen, Chapter Twenty, Epilogue

Summary: Barry Berkman couldn't remember much of his childhood; he knew he used to live in Derry, Maine, but that was about it, besides being taken by his "Uncle Fuches" at age 16 to move to Cleveland, Ohio. Eddie Kaspbrak moved from Derry, Maine to LA, becoming a police officer, surprisingly enough. Normally things were quiet for the most part, besides the occasional drug busts, but it's when someone named Barry Block enters his line of sight as a possible suspect for the recent string of murders he has to push the feeling of remembrance to investigate. Pairing: Adult Reddie (Richie x Eddie) Or, technically, Barry x Eddie Read on AO3: Here Word Count: 2665

It was a Monday afternoon when LAPD Officer, Eddie Kaspbrak, was sitting at his desk in the precinct, bored out of his mind. Yeah, he loved his job here in LA, it was certainly a different area than Derry, Maine, his hometown, but it grew on him quickly. The normal quiet life he had in Maine that he left when he was twenty-one-years-old was replaced with heavy traffic, an amount of homicides like you wouldn't believe, and for some reason your shoes were always sticky the moment you step out of your house. He’d be lying if he said he didn’t miss his friends back at home, the Losers Club. It had been years since they’ve seen each other, either everyone was too busy or Eddie couldn’t get ahold of anyone, so it wasn’t like he wasn’t trying. Well, the five that were left, nobody had any idea what happened to Richie; one day he just… disappeared without saying anything. Maybe that was the true reason Eddie wanted to be a cop; he wanted to help people, he wanted to help find people who were missing, and he was damn good at his job.

Eddie jumped in surprise out of his thoughts when the phone on his desk started to ring. Normally that phone didn’t go off unless there was an emergency, or someone wasn’t available… or if nobody wanted to work in general. A sudden burst of anxiety plunged its way into Eddie’s chest as he reached out to grab the phone. Normally he didn’t have any issues answering the phone, but this phone was scary for obvious reasons.

“LAPD, this is Kaspbrak,” he answered, fidgeting with the pen that was sitting on his desk. He called it his fidget pen because he didn’t actually use it to write anything. Detective Mae had given it to him so he would stop drumming on the desk with his fingers when he became anxious.

“Officer Kaspbrak, there were reports of gunshots at 9913 Cambridge rd. There are no available officers at the moment, are you able to check it out?” Dispatch had asked him.

Eddie narrowed his eyes. “Is it that there aren’t any available officers, or they don’t want to do it?” He finally asked.

There was a silence on the other end of the line. “Okay, but hear them out.” Eddie snorted. “So you know how the reptile show is in town?”

“I got it, I got it, I got it,” Eddie said quickly, “I’ll go check it out.”

When Eddie hung up the phone he looked at the blurry picture from the lipstick cam that Detective Janice Moss clung to as if her life depended on it. Eddie had tacked it next to his computer at his cubicle, he always used it as a reference point whenever there were reports of gunshot or murder since he knew that this guy is still out there somewhere going on a killing spree. It wasn’t fair the woman who trained him, making him a better officer and pushing him out of his shell, was murdered for what seemed like no reason. Eddie felt as though he owed it to Janice to catch this bastard; then the case would finally be put to rest and hopefully the other shit going on around here would stop. He would be a liar if he said he didn’t try everything he could to try to enhance the image to at least make out the face, or at least some of the features.

God, first they lost Janice then they lost Detective John Loach, which, in all fairness, was something about him and the guy that stole his wife? Eddie still wasn’t sure on those details, something about them being in a supermarket and the two men ended up killing each other. He knew that Loach had been torn up over his wife, since Eddie was the one who had to sit through all the many boring stories about how he bought a… what was it? A Quinceañera shop for his wife? Even after that she left him for another man and divorced him. It was a wild ride of a story, and in all honesty Eddie couldn’t keep up with the details of it all. He just remembered a few days before Loach got killed he was very secretive, jumpy, and acting out of it more than usual; so it had to have been a planned thing, right? Well, at least they knew what happened to Loach, they still had no clue where Janice was or what happened.

Eddie got on his old Dell computer, printing out a copy of the lipstick cam picture, he didn’t like taking the one he had pinned up as that was Janice’s personal copy and he felt as though that was the only thing he had left of her. Yeah, he understood there was no fuckin’ face on the damn thing, but he did remember Janice telling him that he would reconize the person in the picture if they were standing in front of him. Eddie slapped the printer after his computer gave him an error saying Printer Not Found. Which was bullshit… Eddie was looking right at the printer! It was right there! He was grumbling to himself as he made sure all the cords were plugged in properly before trying again, finally printing… slowly….

He rubbed his face, hunched over his desk while waiting for the picture to print while mumbling to himself, obviously lost in thought. Mumbling about how he was going to catch this son of a bitch, that he would get the info of where Janice was at (hopefully still alive), and that this whole thing would finally be over. Eddie was telling himself this, but he noted how unconfident he sounded, which made him sigh heavily.

“What’cha doin’?” Detective Mae asked loudly when standing outside Eddie’s cubicle.

Eddie jumped, whipping around to see the brown haired woman looking at him with a smile on her face. She always did that. Whenever he was thinking aloud or trying to get something done, she was always there. It was almost on cue. Every. Single. Time.

“Oh, I’m…” Eddie trailed off, picking up the picture from his printer, “on my way to investigate some reported gunshots.”

“Mhm...” Detective Mae trailed off, taking the picture from Eddie’s hands, “Kaspbrak, why do you always think this guy is involved?” She asked, holding the picture up to him.

Eddie bit his lip, thinking of a good answer. Because he didn’t want to let this go? Because he wanted to find out what happened to Janice? Because he wanted to make sure that nobody else gets hurt because of this asshole?

“I just think he’s involved,” Eddie finally answered, avoiding eye contact as he took the picture back from the detective.

“The case has been closed, Kaspbrak. You know that, right?”

“Wrongfully closed,” he snapped on accident, looking up at Detective Mae who looked confused at his sudden aggressiveness. Totally out of character for Eddie. “I’m sorry, I… I gotta go.”

He tried squeezing past her, but she managed to grab his arm before he could get too far.

“Do you need any help?”

Eddie’s eyes went wide, avoiding eye contact with her. She always tried to make some kind of physical contact with him somehow. It always made him uncomfortable, something about… someone else touching him with their dirty hands made him sick.

“Uh, no…” he said, rolling his arm so she’d let go, “no, I think I got this under control.”

He finally moved past her, going outside to where his police cruiser was sitting. He had inherited Janice’s old cruiser after his got destroyed in an accident. Eddie made sure that it was always in perfect condition; went through the car wash once a week, no trash, no scratches, no nothing. He remembered when he first joined the force, Janice made it a point to show off how her cruiser was the one in the best shape and she intended to keep it that way.

Eddie missed his best friend.

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The sun blinded Barry Berkman for a good few seconds the moment he stepped outside the house he had just broken into via the sliding glass door. First accomplishment: he killed the guy he was ordered to by Fuches. Now… he had to figure out how the hell he was going to escape. The wired fence was way too high for Barry to climb, there weren’t any fencing around the sides of the house, but he didn’t want to risk that way since the guy fired a couple of rounds and the police were surely on their way now.

There was blood all over the front of Barry’s black hoodie, thankfully none of it was his; he had his hood pulled up just in case. A small itch landed on Barry’s face, when he reached up to scratch it he could feel his fingertips were now wet; great, he had this assholes blood on his face too. Nice. Totally nice.

Barry peered around the corner of the house, debating if he wanted to take the chance of trying to escape through the front of the house and cut through the neighbors yard. It could theoretically work as long as nobody saw him. Barry was hyping himself up to do exactly that… until a police cruiser pulled up to the scene with its lights flashing. Well, fuck. Barry backed off a little, but still being able to see the police officer walk around behind his car, his pistol in his hands as he walked up to the front door of the house.

Breathing heavily, Barry pressed his back against the house siding, not sure what to do now. Were more officers coming? Were there more than that one officer in the police cruiser? Now that the red, white, and blue lights were flashing it would surely attract some attention to what was happening. Letting out the breath he was holding, Barry took out the ski mask that he was holding in his hoodie pocket, putting it over his head before dropping the hood.

When he turned back around to the sliding glass door, Barry noticed that there was a security camera pointed down at him, the red light blinking, indication that it was, in fact, recording. Fuck. He didn’t see that there earlier. Fuches didn’t tell him that this asshole had cameras around his house. Barry glanced inside the house, not seeing the police officer in his sights. Perfect. He pulled out his pistol with a suppressor, shooting it down.

Barry’s heart started to pound against his chest, normally he wasn’t so anxious during these jobs, but he didn’t want to have to kill another cop. That just wasn’t his thing to do. They were just doing their jobs, like he was doing his. He took a deep breath as he silently opened the sliding door. You will not kill another cop. You will not kill another cop. You will- He kept thinking to himself over and over as he was crouched down, moving over to the wall in the kitchen that held the staircase, pressing his back up against it, making sure his breathing was steady. He peeked around the corner of the small wall he was hiding behind to see the cop, his arms were crossed holding his pistol in one hand with a flashlight in the other so he could navigate this dark house.

“LAPD!” The officer had called throughout the house, causing Barry to worry that he may have seen him.

The officer slowly backed out of the kitchen, not seeing anything and moved to the living room that was on the opposite side of the staircase. The footsteps that were once so heavy and close were now starting to slowly fade away, as the officer was checking every single corner of the living room. The only thing Kaspbrak could find were traces of blood and an obvious sign of a struggle. Although, he couldn’t find the body anywhere, he even checked the living rooms closet, where he would’ve assumed someone would put a body, but it was only filled with coats and shoes.

Taking a silent, yet deep breath, Barry moved out from his spot behind the wall. He was still crouched as he moved towards the front door, stopping every so often to listen for any footsteps. From what he could tell the officer was still in the living room and therefore should be free to escape without any hassle. Just in case, Barry peeked through the railing into the living room, the officer had his back to him as he was looking behind furniture now. Great, this was perfect. With the door still slightly opened still it would be easy for Barry to slip out.

The absolute second Barry was about to reach the door he accidentally stepped on an old, creaky floorboard. Barry’s eyes went wide as he whipped his head around to see the officer looking at him, his gun pointed at him.

“Stand up! Put your hands up!” The officer yelled, walking over to Barry with the gun still pointed at him.

Now seeing the officers face up close sent Barry into a slight state of confusion. Did he know him from somewhere? Maybe he just had one of those faces that looked familiar to everyone, but that reasoning didn’t set right with Barry. No, he’s seen him before, he just couldn’t place where. Barry glanced at the man's uniform, on the left side it was printed as: E. Kaspbrak.

Barry slowly stood up, taller than the officer with his hands raised like he was told to do.

“Take off the mask,” Officer Kaspbrak told him in a somewhat calm tone.

“Look, man, this is a huge-”

“Take it off!” Officer Kaspbrak shouted, indicating that he was ready to shoot him.

With a sigh, Barry began to reach up with his left hand, acting as if he was going to remove the ski mask, but he knew he couldn’t do that. Not while he was trying to turn his life around. Not while he knew that this was going to be the last ever job that he was going to do for Fuches. He had a life now, he had friends, he had a purpose. He wasn’t going to let it get ripped away from him so easily.

While Officer Kaspbrak was distracted on seeing the mans face, he didn’t even notice Barry’s right hand going for the gun he still had on him. He quickly reached for it, even before Officer Kaspbrak could react, he pointed the gun down to the floor, shooting the officer in the foot.

Eddie let out a scream, dropping his own gun before collapsing to the floor, holding his foot.

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, man, I really am,” Barry kept apologizing, kicking Officer Kaspbrak’s gun across the room so he couldn’t shoot him while his back was turned. “I did it so I didn’t have to hurt you… worse… than that,” he added quickly, his hand on the doorknob. “Put… put some ice on that, you’ll be fine,” he said before leaving the house, closing the door behind him.

Groaning, Eddie grabbed his radio. “It’s Officer Kaspbrak, I’ve been fuckin’ shot. Suspect is about 6-”

There was a sound of static on the other end of the radio before another man spoke. “Uhh, Kaspbrak? Is this important because the guys and I are in the middle of holding a turtle at the reptile show-”

“I got fuckin’ shot, you assholes!”

He dropped the radio, staring up at the ceiling, feeling the blood coming from his foot fill his sock and shoe. It felt like the world was spinning at an unreasonable speed, causing Eddie to throw up from the shock of it all. It wasn’t long before he closed his eyes, passing out.

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6ad6ro · 5 years ago

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im watching the projared explanation vid rn n i'm gonna keep adding to this as i watch. think of this as like real-time commentary? even tho it’s not real-time at all like i’m just pausing the video to make lil comments. here’s vid btw. but geez it'd be weird if all he did was cheat (like it's icky i’m def against cheating... but how would that matter to you if it doesn't involve u personally?).

TLDR (this was written after the fact): i’m rly leaning towards believing him about not doing the underage stuff. and i wished i had listened to my initial gut on that. i could care less about exchanging nudes with fans if they were 18+. i also could care less about any relationship drama. anyways i watched all of it and wrote a LOT. it’s kinda interesting (not rly) to see my opinion change over the course of the writing? i was really tearing into jared at first ahaha. but i’m putting it under a readmore. it’s not written well at all so read if you dare...

just started watching. first of all i will say it feels very scripted (is he lying/acting/performing? or is it just well thought out??) idk and LOL at him purposely looking unshaven and like a mess... like THAT was at least on purpose and makes me immediately not rly trust him? but idk i can't actually judge him based on this rly... then again what a sappy fucking thumbnail.

aw geez IT'S LIKE HE'S DOIN A REG COMEDY VIDEO like stop acting dude? i know he's... well he’s weird and seems like a very “scripted” person if that makes sense? but... it's just a rly weird move to try and make a "here's the real story/apology" video this way. not how i’d do it at all (and i’ve been there to a much lesser degree so)...

oh and i know he's SUPER mad at the two (at the time) underage ppl? and justifiably so if they lied. but idk his claim that the only reason for them to remove their accusation posts was "bc they held no water and they knew the timing was right to safely do the most damage"? uh dude you're one of the more well known youtubers like IMAGINE all the ppl that were harassing these guys? well at least they were both lgbtq etc and the gaming community has a traditionally open mind about that (sarcasm).

btw i kinda hate the term "the tea" too? soo much. but just bc it's another appropriated term white kids overuse... but even still i probably wouldn't have opened up a vid like this... well i'll just say it... was he straight up pointing the finger at gay ppl etc for harassing him n bein shallow n only enjoying the drama etc? like idKKK it just felt like he was calling out sassy gay ppl ONLY like why did he even say that??

yeah bc straight white gamer dudes NEVER gossip about drama. they NEVER act shallow. dude ur fanbase is like... some of the most shallow, gossipy ppl out there. i can't TELL you how many AWFUL videos i watched of your fans n other youtbers talking about you. and how... INSANE? it was? that they only rly called you out for "cheating on your cute wife" bc the accusations of underage shit n manipulation yeah nbd! but god forbid you cheat on your "attractive cosplay wife".

srry i'm rly tearing him apart here... i'm not meaning to. almost every gaming personality has shit fans. even i? me. a nobody. have to double check new followers to see if they're nazis etc? it's so common... anyways i'm not actually damning him in any way yet even if i'm bringing up so many lil issues i have w this vid lol srry?

btw i used to follow his tumblr. there was WEIRD shit going on, esp right before it shut down. like the "i got hacked" thing seems really convinient? IDK srry it's just my gut but he reminds me of sociopaths etc i used to be friends with. how he explains things and talks... like they all sound a lil like dennis from always sunny? idk my gut is tellin me he's full of shit i'm sorry. gonna keep watching. wait he really WAS hacked? i mean i guess i believed he was hacked at first bc the guy posting awful shit and claiming to be a pro-hacker was... well he was too crazy to be made up. a real fucking maniac loser.

as time is going on, unless all of this stuff is fabricated? he seems ro have found a crazy amount of proof that he didn't do the underage stuff. like... maybe the weird vibes he gave off is this stuff drove him insane? like... i’ve been friends with/dated quite a few fucked up, gaslighting assholes? trying to figure out what the fuck is going on can drive you a little nuts. he's kinda winning me over here a lil... again if the underage/manipulation stuff is untrue? i could care less about the other stuff. and i LOVE ross? but srry... who cares about that other stuff...

to explain what changed my mind: most ppl that he reminds me of are sociopaths etc. or rather, people that really fucked my life up. so i have a lotta baggage regarding them? and they're bigger in my mind than the other types. i won't lie the way he explains things and argues points REALLY bugs me? but i know ppl like that who are good people. or at least not psychopaths. immature, basic idiots at the worst (not that im callin HIM an idiot). anyways that alone doesn't make him guilty. watchin more now.

i was about to bring up that its actually really... cool? that he's focusing on the underage shit rather than the cheating/drama? bc thats all that needs to be explained rly? but LOL he just got to the "game grumps" part n in losing it. am i rly about to drown in this drama? fuck dude lol noooooo....

okay finished it. fuck man idk i feel stupid. right at the start i even was like "noooo he couldn't have!" but the underage stuff is like... like that shit makes my brain boil n stop working n go into “ill kill him” mode. and jared was so silent and so i figured he was doing damage control (ignoring it until it went away) rather than research to show people this was all fake/getting legal advice?

i kinda think he didn't do any of the real icky shit. i still get a vibe he might be a weirdo. and i don't think heidi necessarily made ALL of that stuff up? and i could care less that he was getting sexually involved w his fans like even I have been flirted with due to running a game gif blog (god knows why). and like FUCK it's so normalized for ppl in bands to sleep w fans? so why on EARTH would people think youtube gamerz are “too good for that”? anyways...

my point is, i think i mighta been wrong about him n the underage stuff. idk what to believe about the other stuff? the only thing i know for sure is that ross o'donovan is a very sweet n nice guy. and i'm so glad the drama between him and jared was imagined. it was prob just shitty to have fans ask him about it over and over...

okay lol if you just read all of this please go do something more fun and interesting now lol! i'm gonna put this all under a readmore and put a tldr on it! and... go to bed bc fuck its 2am OOPS!

#DONT reply or message me if you wanna fight about this #projared

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multific · 6 years ago

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The Bartender

Pairing: Clyde Logan x Reader

Summary: You are a jewelry designer, you have your own brand. What happens when you leave New York to look for inspiration, you end up in a bar called Duck Tape where you meet with a certain Logan.

A/N: I know I haven’t been posting much lately. I got 2 jobs for the summer and they are taking up most of my time and energy, and I apologize for the lack of activity. This idea has been in my mind for the last month, and now I finally wrote it. If anyone wants a part 2 (because obviously this is not the end), write to my inbox, if many people writes, I will make this into a series! Also, this somewhat ignores the happenings of the movie. Hope you like it! Enjoy~

You started off in a poor family, you decided to come up from there and made your own life.

Being the head of a jewelry line was hard. You were a hard working woman. You had everything, well almost everything. You had money, cars, designer clothes and jewelry. What you were missing is love. Of course, you dated men before, but many of them turned out to be gold diggers and you broke up with them.

You started of your brand young, many doubted you, and they said you will fail, but you trusted your creativity and worked very hard, your company soon became a well-known one. People loved your ideas and products, and you couldn’t be more thankful. Fashion and jewelry was your passion since you were young, since you could draw, you remember you were always sketching up pendants or rings and later on you used those as a collection to honor your childhood. You didn’t let the fame and money get to your head, you always supported your family. You set up your base in New York and lived there for many, many years.

You loved your life in New York, but recently you felt like you ran out of inspiration. So, you decided to move to a new state,

West Virginia.

You moved into a nice little house. Since money was no problem to you, you found the perfect one easily and quickly got it furnished up, everything was done before you arrived. Luckily your great friend and assistant was taking care of things back at New York for you. You had been friends with her since childhood and now she was your right-hand.

When you walked to your new home, you knew, that at that place, you could find what you had been lacking, inspiration to work. You settled in that day, and after you were finally left alone, you went out to the balcony, you took a deep breath and said.

“A new start.”

***

You spent the next couple of days driving around and looking for things. It was so different from the big city. People were calmer and you quickly found out that they really liked to stare at luxurious sport cars. And luckily for you, no one seemed to recognize you.

But you couldn’t be happier, you liked this change and you needed it. You loved the clean air, your little backyard and the accent.

One day you found a salon, you decided to head in, you wanted to get your manicure done and maybe your hair as well.

“Hello.” you said as you walked in. You tried to look friendly, you needed to find some friends after all.

There was only one woman in the whole shop. She looked around your age, skinny and you could tell, she used to be one of the popular ones, back in school.

“Hi.” she said and smiled. “My name is Mellie Logan, how can I help you?” she was kind to you, which made you happy. During your few weeks of stay you met with many not-so-kind people.

“My name is (Y/N) (Y/L/N). It’s nice to meet you. I would like to get a manicure and maybe a little haircut if possible.” you said.

“Absolutely. Let’s start with your nails first.”

During the time that she was working on your manicure the two of you talked a lot. It was nice to finally talk with someone like this, and not just with your friends over the phone. She told you that she had two brothers and that she has a thing for cars. You too liked cars, but you didn’t know as many things about them as she did. You just liked them, because you felt like you achieved something, when you drove around your Ferrari.

“So, where are you from? It’s obvious that you are not from here.”Mellie asked.

“Well, originally I’m from (country/state/city) but I came here from New York. I needed change, you know?” she nodded.

“Well, your nails are done. Let’s move to the chair, so I can work on your hair.”

***

“Do you now any good bar around here? I’ve been looking around for one, but with no luck. I like to work in bars for some reason, if they are not that busy, I can find it a perfect place to work at.”

“I got’cha. Duck Tape. Just down the road. Say that Mellie sent you an they will give you a discount. It’s a lovely place. You will like it.”

“Really? Thank you. I will definitely check it out tonight.” You said with a smile, you looked at Mellie trough the mirror and for some unknown reason she had a mischievous smile on her face.

You had to admit, he did an amazing job, with both your hair and nails. You would have stayed but she got new customers, so you had to go.

***

“Laptop - check. Sketchbook – Check. Pencils – Check. Seems like I got everything.” You took your bags and headed for your car. You looked up the exact address of the bar and put it in your GPS. It guided you to the place and you parked your car.

You got out and headed for the entrance. Outside the bar, and the balcony was a man sitting and smoking. You greeted him and he smiled back at you.

You entered the place and it was exactly how Mellie described it. It wasn’t so busy- thank god – so you settled at the end of the bar. The bartender wasn’t there, maybe he or she was dealing with customers. You placed your laptop on the table and whipped out your pencils and sketchbook and you let your mind wander off. Suddenly a voice called out.

“What can I get ya’?” you looked up. Your eyes met with gorgeous deep brown ones. He had full lips and moles on his face, dark hair which framed his face perfectly. And that accent, it was so sexy.

“Oh….I’ll take a coke please.” you said nervously. The man nodded and went to get your drink.

“He likes ya’.” another voice called. You looked to your left and saw a man drinking a beer.

“E-excuse me?” you probably looked like an idiot. ‘What does he mean?’

“Clyde. The bartender. He likes you.”

“He doesn’t even know me…”

“I know him, he is my little brother. And I can tell when he likes a girl.” and he took a sip from his drink. You blushed. You looked back at the bartender. ‘Yeah, “little” brother.’

You were about to say something when Clyde came back with your drink. As soon as he poured it out, he left to clean off some tables.

“My name is Jimmy, by the way. He is my brother Clyde.” the man beside you said and he pointed at the bartender. “And who are ya’?”

“My name is (Y/N). Nice to meet you.” after the sudden shock you greeted the man and gave him a handshake. He looked nice and handsome, but not as handsome as Clyde.

“And what are ya’ doin’ here?” he asked. It must be very obvious that you came from somewhere else, since everyone noticed it.

“Oh, Mellie told me about this place when I went to get my hair done.” you said and drank from your coke.

“You know our sister? That’s good. And how are ya’ likin’ this place so far?” you knew he didn’t mean the bar but the state.

“I like it here. I came from New York. And so far, this is very different, but in a good way.” you chatted with Jimmy. He tried to flirt but he quickly noticed that he wasn’t your type so he stopped and held a friendly conversation with you.

“Oh so ya’ are a designer. That’s what ya’ve been drawin’. Can I see?” you handed him the book. Meanwhile you took a closer look at Clyde. He was very tall and looked fit, you noticed his prosthetic, but you knew better than to stare, he must feel insecure about it already.

Clyde caught your eyes and you smiled at him, he turned red and quickly looked away, it made you smile. You felt like you were back in high school.

“These are good.” Jimmy said and gave your book back.

“Thank you.”

Suddenly the door opened and three men came in. One of them looked so full of himself.

“How can I help?” Clyde asked. You watched what was happening.

“Guys! Look at this a one-armed bartender!” all of them let out loud laughs, it made you cringe.

“Actually, I miss my hand, not my whole arm.” said Clyde as he showed them his prosthetic.

“I’m sorry. The one-handed bartender.” the “leader” of the three assholes saw you. And came next to Jimmy and talked to you.

“And what does a beauty like you is doing here with these losers? Ditch them darling. We can show you how real men are.” and he winked at you, it gave you a shiver down your spine, and not the good kind. You could see that Jimmy was about to say something but you beat him to it.

“No, thanks. And I bet he is even more of a man than you’ll ever be.” you said as you pointed at Clyde. “One hand or not, believe me, he knows what a woman wants.” everyone froze at your response, they didn’t see this kind of sass coming from someone like you. After a few seconds of silence you spoke up again. “This is the part where you leave and never come back.” you said and drank from your beverage. All three left in defeat.

“Well, well, well. You are something Angel.” said Jimmy.

“I dealt with worse before. Also, I can’t let those assholes talk shit.” and you looked at Clyde.

“Thanks.” he said and came closer to you and Jimmy. “Your drinks are on me.”

“Oh, no. I didn’t do it for that! I don’t want you to get in trouble with the owner or anything.” you said, and it made Jimmy chuckle.

“Darlin’ I am the owner.” said Clyde.

“Oh.”

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#clyde logan x reader #clyde logan imagine #logan lucky #clyde x reader #clyde imagine #clyde logan #clyde logan imagines #x reader #fanfiction #kind of an au

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thevioletjones · 6 years ago

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For that trope mash up, could I please see some Gallavich for 48 and 80?

Fake dating + Green-eyed epiphany

Ok, I really fucking ran with this one. Lol. This is like a 1.2k outline…

What about a good old-fashioned high school reunion scenario? At first I thought Ian would be the one to get Mickey to fake date, but now I’m thinking it should be the other way around. Mickey wants to prove something. He wants everyone who ever thought he was a no good loser thug (and hetero to boot) to have their jaw on the floor when they see him again. He lucked into some money somehow. Maybe he won the lottery (fuck it, lol), and he managed to build a good business, so he’s totally owning the whole career thing. BUT, he doesn’t like relationships, just fucking, and he really wants to shock his old classmates by being outwardly gay in their faces, and since he’s not exactly flamboyant, he needs to have a hot-ass dude by his side to flaunt. He ropes Mandy into his scheme and asks for advice on hiring an escort, which he’s never done before. She says she has a better idea, and sets him up with Ian, who isn’t an escort… he works at a bar or something. Makes okay money, but could always use more, and it won’t be as weird and impersonal as hiring a professional. Mickey protests at first, but then Mandy shows him Ian’s pic, and he’s like, “Welllllll, maybe…” She rolls her eyes and says to come by Ian’s work tomorrow night, gives him the deets. They meet, and Mickey is like, yep, definitely would take this guy as arm-candy. Ian teases him about needing to pay for a boyfriend, but Mick’s just like, fuck you, take it or leave it. They hash out the fine points of their fake relationship, and Mickey is surprised how much fun it is inventing this fantasy life with Ian… the supposed way they met (a gay event during Fleet Week, Ian was in traditional Navy uniform and Mickey couldn’t resist), how long they’ve been together (5 years), where they vacation (Aruba, Maldives, Capri), whether they’re engaged or not (yes), and if they have any kids (no)… Ian asks how PDA they are at events like that, and Mick’s like, “I’ve never PDA’d in my entire life, man, unless you count making out with girls in front of people when I was younger to prove I wasn’t a homo.” And Ian’s like, “But wouldn’t a kiss or two go a long way in rubbing the whole out and proud thing in their faces? We definitely need to hold hands, at least.” Mickey gets super butterfly-stomach-y and is all, “Uhhhhh, let’s see how it goes.” And then the day comes, and they go to the reunion, and Ian totally holds his hand as they walk in, and everyone is definitely like wtffff flabbergasted, and Mickey is all big smiles, because fuck yes, this is all going exactly as he’d hoped. Everyone acts so fucking friendly that it makes him want to die laughing or tell them all to go fuck themselves with their fakeness, but acting like a high and mighty asshole upper-class gay with a fabulous life that can’t be bothered with your petty bullshit is much more satisfying as far as revenge goes. He’s never felt better than anyone before, but tonight he’s gonna act like he does. Ian is just like the most charming person ever, and is getting really into spinning wild yarns about their lives. Just pulling all these shared personal stories out of his ass while everyone laughs and gives him heart eyes, and Mickey is like, whoa, this guy is really good. And the drunker he gets, the more he’s like, whoa, this guy is like super hot and also amazing and maybe I kind of want to actually have this kind of life with him??? And so of course, they end up making out at their table while the DJ plays the last song of the night, and of course they end up banging at Mickey’s place after. BUT, in the harsh light of day, Mickey backslides into his ‘I am a rock, I am an island’ mode, and Ian is obviously hoping that they’ll start seeing each other. Mick reminds him that the whole reason he needed to pay someone to date him last night is cuz he doesn’t do boyfriends. Ian’s like, yeah, but we hit it off and we can take it slow. But Mickey totally shuts him down, because he’s a scared idiot. So Ian’s like, fine, fuck you, then. He was going to tell him never mind about the payment, but now he’ll take the check and go. Cut to a few weeks later, and Mickey meets up with Mandy, and he brings up Ian all coy, like “How’s he doin’?” And Mandy’s like, “He’s great. Has a new boyfriend.” And Mickey’s all, gulp, wtffff, feeeeelingssss. He asks if it’s serious, and she’s like, idk, maybe, why do you care? And he’s like, “Don’t.” Heh. And she’s like, yeah, sure, pal. “You’re a fucking pussy.” So a couple weeks later, Mandy invites him over for her birthday party or something, and he finally sees Ian again for the first time since the morning after. And he’s with the new boyfriend. And Mickey is like, so pissed off and not knowing what to do about it. Ian meets his eyes once, and gives him a curt nod of acknowledgement, then proceeds to ignore him for the rest of the night. Mickey just fumes in a corner, and Mandy comes over to lecture him like, BIG SIGH, “If you really actually like Ian, then just fucking tell him you want to date him. I don’t think he’s really invested in this other dude. YET. But that could change, so you need to make up your mind quick.” So the next time the bf disappears from Ian’s side, Mickey goes over, and is like, “Look, I know I was a dick, but the shitty thing is that I can’t stop thinking about you.” And Ian has to kind of push back a little first, so he’s defensively sarcastic. “Sounds like a you problem, not mine.” Mick: “Yeah, I know it ain’t your problem, but I just wanted to tell you that I’ve never really had that good a time with anyone before. In my whole fucked up life. So… whatever.” And he goes to walk away, but Ian’s all, “Wait.” And Mickey turns back around all raised eyebrows and biting his lip. Ian’s face softens, and he’s like, “What are you doing tomorrow night?” And Mickey shakes his head, “No plans.” Ian: “Maybe we could hang out or something.” Mickey: “What about your boyfriend?” Ian shrugs: “We’re not that serious. Doesn’t really feel… right.” Mickey smiles big then, and Ian rolls his eyes and smiles too, but pushes him further away, and says, “Tomorrow. After I give him the talk.” So they meet up the next night, and of course from that moment on, they’re pretty much boyfriends forever. :))) The end.

#thank you for prompting!#asks #answers #fic ideas #ian x mickey #gallavich #koganphrancis #fic meme

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macbookpro-hard-drive · 6 years ago

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HI HOW DO YOU WRITE CHARACTERS

hewwo! i can answer this! im literally gonna do a quick list of both deh and bmc characters for u under this readmore! :D

im gonna start with deh because smaller cast!

evan:

isn’t so much stuttery as he tends to repeat things and uh stammer a bit here and there. stutters over his words sometimes but it’s more l-like this and uh, like… like this

evan hansen has anxiety. he is not anxiety. evan hansen fucks up and makes mistakes and probably internalizes a lot of things. very polite when in public but he can be a bit snappy (as seen w evans comment abt how zoe’s parents have never been poor i believe? it was something he said to zoe)

soft spoken, most of the time. probably not the kind of guy to vocally ask for things until he’s at a comfortable enough point that he feels like he’s not bothering you (same buddy)

i see evan as someone who gets frustrated with himself easily. not as a sense of “god i wish i were normal” but more of a “i should be able to do this, why cant i do this, i want to do this but i cant” because sometimes it’s just a matter of i literally cant do this and i dont know why? and god its so frustrating sometimes

jared:

jared kleinman is a fucking asshole and he knows it. very sarcastic and uses it to cover up his own insecurities, probably the kind of dude who laughs in your face when you tell him off when internally he’s just OH FUCK OH SHIT FUCK FUCK FUCK

a lot of ppl write jared as being insecure abt his weight and tbh i don’t see that being a problem for him? i see jared as being insecure abt the fact he comes off very snarky and assholeish but he turns it around and tries to own it even though… that’s not something you want to be proud of? and he knows that

not the kind of dude who stops to assess his feelings. he powers through shit and insists he’s okay until he’s out of steam. i think it was psy who said he’s a “needs therapy boi” and tbh she’s right?

can be very passive aggressive imo it’s something he really needs to work on.

arrogant, sarcastic, and just a big fucking dick who needs to learn how to watch his mouth.

zoe:

not an pure baby angel, by any means. we’re at a disadvantage because we only see zoe when she’s sort of grieving (because grief can and will come in different ways, and while i see her as not missing connor, i do think that her pushing away her feelings is a form of her grieving imo? it’s a weird thing to explain but there’s a part of zoe that does miss (the old) connor’s presence as w the fake emails evan “gave her her brother back” (albeit a very fake version of connor) and sort of standoffish when it comes to the subject of connor

a bit of an ambivert. extremely outgoing when she’s around her friends or when it comes to music and other things she loves.

very individualistic! her style tends to have doodles on her clothes, she dyes her hair a lot, she probably would be the kind of person to make her own jewelry!

very sweet. the castng call for zoe describes her as being the kind of person who learns the names of the kids who sit alone at lunch and thats she goes out of her way to be nice to people since. connor. yeah.

thats all ive got for zoe but u can always send questions in and i can say yes or no after i ask my pals too

alana:

smart gal! valedictorian! president! i love her! tends to overshare a bit. anxiety + depression gal.

probably into gardening tbh? i can see alana having succulents in her room and maybe a dog that just chills with her.

dont be afraid to make alana mouthy. alana is someone whos extremely headstrong in her actions imo and does what she believes is right, even if others dont believe that. like… think about the fact that she literally published what was believed to be connor’s suicide note because she thought it’d get them the last bit of help they needed for the orchard. it literally fucked the murphys over - but she never considered that?

very much an extrovert. just really wants to belong, man. very optimistic on the surface but i can see her being a little less so underneath. she looks on the bright side because if she doesnt, she doesnt know who will and idk i dont think alana’s the kind of person who just... lets that risk be there.

connor:

we dont kno much abt connor in canon but uhhh…. i can see connor as being a loner, sort of aggressive by accident (tbh this dude’s probably used to people being a dick to him so he’s just sorta standoffish in response) but like… whenever i write connor i usually write him as getting better? he’s gotten the help he needs and he’s doin better

artsy depressed dude. poetry, painting, ect - whatever u want tbh. i just see connor, with help, finding himself in art or something creative (theatre and music included! u do u!)

very much a reader. this dude both has a lot of books on his bookshelf and a lot more books he hasnt fucking read because hes terrible at reading new books. (i personally hc he loves all of poe’s work)

to sorta sum connor up: bold, but not outgoing. caring, but not obvious with it (once he gets help btw). easily angered but sometimes he just doesn’t fucking know why and that frustrates him further. troubled.

honestly if u want to see one of my fave connors - check out @ask-sincerely-memes! i rly love how they portray all three of the boys, but connor is by far my favorite! (mod con and/or mod ev if u read this i love u)

OK ONTO THE BMC FUCKERS if you want to kno abt the adults for either show then feel free to ask

jeremy:

anxiety boy, but not evan hansen level of anxiety. more just… self deprecating, not super confident in himself, probably underestimates himself a lot.

jeremys hard to explain sometimes because a lot of his actions and dialogue comes naturally since i can actually relate to jeremy a lot, personality-wise? a really good fact to throw out there is i don’t think jeremy’s the kind of guy who just goes for stuff sometimes. he has to sorta be hyped up by others imo. michael motivated him to sign up for the play, rich and michael both played parts in getting him squipped (michael in the aspect of “lets check this out and see if its legit” bc i doubt jeremy would have genuinely done that on his own).

which really means jeremy isnt the kind of guy to just… confess things, unless it’s built up enough (i.e. jeremys confrontation w reader in unlonely since it was a conversation he’d been thinking about for a bit). in canon, he didnt really… confess to christine without the help of alcohol (at the halloween party) or without other people building him up (voices in my head).

im literally rereading jeremy fics rn because im trying to come up with a good way of describing him

extremely horny teenage boy. hormones suck. for anyone who writes nsfw: i dont see jeremy being incredibly kinky and sexual and dominant (god forbid) his first fucking time having sex. especially if its both him and the readers first time. sex can be clumsy. you can laugh during sex. but also sex smells. like… once you’ve smelled it, you fucking know it - its just a weird combo of sweat and bodily fluids.

that last part was just a PSA for ppl.

lightweight boy. a lot bolder when drunk. thank you.

honestly if u have any questions abt jeremy, i can try to answer them more specifically but this is as general as i can get.

michael

not an uwu anxious depressed innocent baby boy uwu. remember that michael literally withheld the mtn dew red from jeremy because he wanted an apology. remember that michael wouldnt have been squipped because michael had been completely comfortable with who he is. michael likes his place. he doesn’t want to be cool and popular - he likes who he is. michael in the bathroom was a peak moment of michael finally letting go of emotions he’d been withholding - jeremy calling him a “loser” was the final straw that broke him. thank u this has been a psa.

a goofy boy. probably snorts when he laughs and im not projecting there what are you talking about-

okay, canonically: likes video games, likes retro shit (probably the kind of nerd who LIVES for arcades and record stores and vintage clothing stores even if he doesnt mix that into his personal style), very into music. there’s a lot you can do with this!

imo he’s very caring? like. okay, yes he did withhold mtn dew red from jeremy - but michael still went through the trouble of finding and obtaining that in order to deactivate the squip. i think michael’s a fairly understanding dude, even if he has moments of anger.

just a very warm person. probably the kind of person who stops and makes sure people are okay when he notices they’re upset.

sometimes impulsive. sometimes very restless, imo. bouncy boy.

like w jeremy - you can absolutely send me questions abt michael (or anyone tbh!) and i’ll answer them the best i can! im by no means an expert but ive got pals i can bother in order to help get a solid answer :3

christine

chriiistiiiiiiiiine, the love of my life. a gal w ADD! please don’t forget that! i personally hc that she got into a theatre as a way of like… sort of getting energy out since she’s fairly restless??? track girl christine….. also good

loves herself a lot tbh! like. in the show, its canon that she has stuff to figure out but i personally think christine loves herself and her body and is proud of who she is?

very friendly, very open, very passionate abt theatre! these are basic facts lmao

very sweet! very smart! she’s like... The Girl in all the movies that everyones like “oh no i love her” bc shes just a bubbly gal

writing christine is really hard to describe sometimes. like with all the characters, i write what feels right and sounds right to me and to others.

but like... to be honest, as long as you stay a bit happy and supportive and loving with christine - you’re on the right track.

jake

god - one of my favorite boys to write sometimes because there’s a lot to do with jake’s character

he’s the ultimate cool dude in high school. probably the kind of dude who would join a frat in college. handsome, popular, flirtatious - you fucking name it man.

sorta effortlessly popular and cool. there’s problems underneath - considering his family - but it’s hard to see that he has flaws when everything just comes so easily to him.

a very caring and sweet dude tbh. his friends mean a lot to him and he’s the kind of boy who carries your books and asks where you’re going and how you’re doing

he makes mistakes. he gets aggressive and protective and just angry physically - he did try to attack jeremy, albeit drunk, based purely on the idea that jeremy was having sex w chloe - so like... that’s a good thing to acknowledge

i said hes flirtatious and he is - without realizing it. someone probably has called him out on it and he’s like “sorry what?” bc he was caught up in talking to someone and not realizing that the dillinger charm never went off. because it never goes off. rip.

rich

GOD, my FAVORITE BOY, the LOVE OF MY LIFE, i love him.

squipped: aggressive. a bully. stinky. 0/10.

post-squipcident: getting better. sorta numb at first before happy, outgoing rich resurfaces because He’s Fine! Do Not Worry! but y’know like... he definitely has a lot of problems with what he did and who he was while he had the squip

a bit sensitive imo. easily upset on certain topics, easily angered on others. really misses his mom (i hc she died and his dad took up drinking as a coping mechanism and its mainly rich and his older brother relying on each other but thats just me tbh.)

rich is tricky to write when it comes to his home life. while i see rich’s dad as being a loud drunk, others see him as being physically abusive and so forth and - okay, that’s your decision, but please make sure you’re being respectful and you post trigger warnings because some people are in abusive homes and it’s not a fun thing to read.

great sense of humor imo. flirtatious but in the more obvious “haha hey lets bone ;)” way. alternatively: flirtatious with squip, floundering a bit without it because all he knows is “haha hey wanna fuck”

would probably fight a dick for his pals. rly just loves his friends even if he doesn’t show it.

chloe

chloe is a bit hard to write without saying “shes kind of a bitch” but like... she is and she knows it and she fucking owns it.

casting call: “ confident, crass, sexy, manipulative, and downright mean at times”

so like. she’s nowhere near bein a sweet angel baby uwu

has problems. explore them. she literally was down to fuck brooke’s boyfriend since jeremy was dating brooke yknow. part of it could be alcohol but like... dont ignore that fact. like. she probs needs to talk to both brooke and jeremy.

i think of chloe as someone who can see the potential in others tbh. gets slightly annoyed when people arent achieving what they could - but i like to imagine she gets it after a while since some ppl dont have confidence and such.

yknow the kind of people that take charge when the situation calls for it? that’s chloe. she’s very much a leader. cunning, ambitious - she’s fucking ready.

brooke

more of an angel i guess? sweet, a bit insecure, and a little more caring. not very dominant in situations - tends to be more of a follower (as shown w her and chloe’s friendship)

very caring actually. she literally followed jeremy out and said “uhhh he was kind of a dick to women but i know u like eminem” upon his death in the show??? like??? she literally went to check on this boy.

imo she sorta needs to learn to be bolder. to not take shit. shes probably the kind of person who says yes to a lot of things even if they’re conflicting bc she doesn’t want to like... bother someone and make things worse

emotional, imo. fairly feminine.

its hard to keep describing sdfkjhds sorry

jenna

not popular. remember that she wanted people to be interested in her, which is why she gossips a lot

probably tends to overhear half of the gossip. other than that, i can see her easily finding shit out bc she has eyes Everywhere

bold, fairly extroverted, probably really fucking smart tbh. give her love. she deserves it.

thats both at me and everyone else. jenna rolan ily...

very much a big sister figure, post-squipcident. theres this kdrama i was watching where the main protag lives w a couple other girls and one of the oldest one of the bunch is very much a big sister figure that will call other people out on their bullshit because she knows protag isnt the kind of person to do that? thats jenna. and chloe, but mostly jenna.

probably the kind of person who wants to be helpful imo. she likes feeling useful.

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nsfw-bnha-and-dangan · 7 years ago

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Could I request the ndrv3 guys with a bi female S/O? But they don't find out she's bi until her extremely biphobic ex sees them on a date together and goes to "warn" the guys about her? (with said ex being why she was too nervous to come out to them?)

I love this idea! I’m actually a bi girl myself so I definitely get where this is coming from!

Shuichi Saihara:

You guys were just relaxing at the library, switching novels and manga as you finished them and nuzzling into Saihara’s shoulder

When you glanced up you noticed your ex walking over, your body visibly stiffening at the sight

He wasn’t exactly… accepting of who you were, saying some horrible things after finding out that you were bi

You had kept that part of yourself a secret from Saihara, not wanting the same thing to happen with him

But it looked like your secret was about to come out as your ex came up to Saihara and tapped him on the head.

“Hey, dude, I see your hanging with (Y/N) here. Figured id let you know that she’s a bit of whore, shes probably fucking a few girls behind your back.”

“Excuse me?” Saihara asked, confusion and anger bristling up inside him.

You were already close to tears, digging your nails into your palms and refusing to look at either of them

“Yeah, she likes chicks too. What, she didn’t tell you? Figures, makes it easier to eat pussy behind your back. Sorry to burst your bubble, man, but I’m doin’ you a favor.”

Your ex walked off and you burst into tears, trying to be quiet since you were in a library. “I-I’m not… I’m not cheating on you, I s-swear!”

Saihara pulled you close and wiped your tears, trying to keep other peoples attention from you. “I know, I know you wouldn’t. But… was the other part true?”

You nodded, taking a shaky breath. “Y-yeah… I’m bi, Shuichi, a-and I wanted to tell you but… my ex broke up with me on the spot when I told him and I r-really don’t want to lose you!”

You started crying again, hiccuping when you felt a kiss pressed to your hair. “I would never break up with you, especially not over your sexual preferences. You like who you like, there’s nothing wrong with that. I trust you and I know you would never cheat on me.”

You smiled softly as Saihara pulled you up, neatly putting your books back on a cart to be reshelved and taking you home for some cuddles and crime shows, the best date you could think of with no chance of being yelled at by your ex

Kaito Momota:

Kaito was eagerly leading you around the space museum, pulling you from exhibit to exhibit with the biggest grin on his face.

Perhaps you weren’t as into space travel as your boyfriend but you were having fun nonetheless

Well, you were anyways

Seeing your ex, who apparently worked there now, immediately had you hiding behind Kaito, shaking and trying to convince him to leave.

“Just a sec babe, I just want to finish reading this. We’ll go to that little cafe you like, I promise!”

It was too late anyway, your ex had already spotted you and made his way over, crossing his arms.

“Shocked to see you hanging around a guy now, after what you told me. Or maybe he’s just for show so you can fuck all the chicks you want and not get called out for it.”

You whimpered as Kaito turned around, touching your arm gently in hopes of calming you. “What the fuck, asshole! I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about but you need to leave, I’m not going to let you talk to my girlfriend like that!”

“Hah, seriously? You haven’t told him that you like both cock and pussy? That’s honestly hilarious, poor guy has no idea how much a little slut you are! Telling you now, buddy, might want to drop her before you catch her scissoring with some slut.”

That was it for Kaito, no one talks about his girl like that! So he punched your ex square in the face and walked off, pulling you behind him until you got outside

You were crying when you sat down on the bench, fighting to breath as Kaito rubbed your back gently.

“Hey, sweetie, it’s okay. Shh, I got you, I won’t let him do anything to hurt you, I promise!”

“Y-you must think I’m h-horrible after what he said…”

Kaito shook his head quickly, drying your tears with his jacket sleeve and making sure your ex hadn’t followed you out

“No, honestly I didn’t really get what he was saying, something about you liking girls? If… if your gay i-”

“I’m not gay, just b-bi… I swear, I love you, i-its not a lie!” You waved your hands quickly, earning a little smile from Kaito

“Hey, its cool, it doesn’t bother me. I wish you would have told me, but if that asshole was the reason you didn’t then I get it. I love you too, babe, and ill make sure he doesn’t touch you again!”

You sniffled and let Kaito pull you into a tight hug, fingers tickling your sides until he got a giggle out of you.

“That’s better! Come on, let’s go to the gift shop! Loser buys the astronaut ice cream!”

You squealed and raced Kaito to the gift shop, his relaxed attitude making you feel much better.

Kiibo:

You had taken Kiibo to the park, laying in the grass to watch the clouds. You kept pointing out little shapes that he struggled to see, overanalyzing and blushing when you kissed him

When a shadow loomed over you, you both sat up, squinting to see who was there.

“Long time no see, (Y/N)”

The second you heard that voice you went pale, it was most definitely your ex-boyfriend, likely here to start something

“W-what are you doing here?”

“Well, I saw you with your little robo-boyfriend here and figured id give him the heads up about your little habit.”

Kiibo looked very confused, looking between you and your ex nervously

“Don’t d-do this…”

“What, and let him get screwed over the same way I did? Listen, dude, I don’t really get your deal but your girlfriend here likes pussy. Actually, that’s probably why she likes you, pretty sure robots don’t have fuckin’ dicks.”

Your ex laughed and walked off, leaving you with silent tears streaming down your face and a very confused boyfriend trying to figure the situation out

“Who was that? And what was he saying about you?”

Before Kiibo could ask any more questions, you kissed him messily, pulling back with a sob

“I-I… he was my ex, we had a really bad break up. A-and he was kind of right. I’m bi, Kiibo.”

“Bi?”

Sometimes you forget that Kiibo doesn’t always get human things so you quickly explain that it meant you liked both girls and guys.

“B-but I love you the most, I would never stray!” You cried, sincerely hoping Kiibo would believe you.

You squeezed your eyes shut, waiting to be hit or yelled at like your ex had done when you told him, but you only felt the cold chill of metal arms wrapping around you

“I’m sorry you felt as though you had to hide that from me. I may not understand sexualities very well but I trust you, I know that you love me. A-as for my… anatomy…”

You shook your head and just nuzzled into Kiibo’s chest, hearing the whir of his fans. “Don’t worry about that, I don’t care. I just want you, Kiibo.”

You refused to let go and Kiibo didn’t mind at all, laying you down and using the blanket to make sure his metal body didn’t hurt you or make you too cold.

You wound up falling asleep on Kiibo for a few hours as he stroked your hair, feeling an overwhelming amount of emotion for you as you slept

Gonta Gokuhara:

Gonta had taken you to a bug exhibit at the science museum! He was rushing all over the place, pointing out all the bugs to you and telling you their scientific names without pause.

While bugs weren’t exactly your favorite thing in the world, you loved watching Gonta when he got so excited, bouncing around like a small child.

You had been checking out some of the butterflies when you heard Gonta’s curious voice above the others in the exhibit, catching your attention.

“Gonta doesn't… understand.”

“Wow, she really knows how to pick’em, jeez. But yeah, I’m warning you, you’re going to catch her in bed with some bitch, she’s a total slut. I was smart enough to cut her the hell off before it happened and I recommend you do the same.”

Your ex walked off and Gonta looked even more confused, glancing from your ex to you repeatedly. You quickly made your way over, pulling Gonta to an empty hall and making sure your ex wasn’t around

“G-Gonta doesn’t really know what just happened… that man said really mean things about (Y/N)…”

You nodded, sighing softly. “T-that was my ex-boyfriend, Gonta. And… h-he was talking about him I’m bi.”

“Bye? (Y/N) is leaving?”

You almost giggled, taking Gonta’s hand and holding it tightly. “No, um… Bisexual, it means I like girls and guys the way most girls just like guys.”

Gonta nodded, smiling softly. “Oh! Gonta understands that! (Y/N) likes having boyfriends or girlfriends! But why was (Y/N)’s ex saying such mean things about it?”

“He’s the reason I never told you, when I told him, he, u-um…” You teared up and Gonta scrambled to hug you, nuzzling your hair.

“He said mean things to (Y/N), right? Gonta is very glad he is your ex now, (Y/N) deserves a true gentleman! A gentleman would never call his girlfriend those mean things!”

You smiled into Gonta’s chest, pulling back to kiss him sweetly. “That’s why I’m with you now, because your the best gentleman and I love you, I promise I would never cheat on you.”

“Gonta knows! If (Y/N) was a boy she would be a great gentleman!” You blushed a little, that was some of the highest praise from Gonta and it had you smiling, feeling much better than before

Kokichi Ouma:

It was one of the rare days when Ouma was content with a simple date at a cafe, the two of you sharing a miniature cake.

“Mmm, (Y/N)-chan? Can you get me one of those sweet coffee thingys?” You winced, the last thing Ouma needed was caffeine, but you gave him a kiss and went up to the counter to order the horribly sweet drink

When you glanced back over someone had taken your seat, another glance had all the color leaching from your face. It was your ex and based on the look on Ouma’s face, he didn’t have anything nice to say.

The second the coffee was put into your hand you walked back over, just in time to hear the end of the conversation.

“Hey, no need to get all pissy. I’m just trying to warn you before you wind up walking in on her and some other chick with their legs in the air. Maybe you’ll get lucky and they’ll invite you to join, eh?”

Your ex laughed and smirked at you, moving to get up before Ouma’s hand shot out and grabbed his shirt, an eery smile on his face

“So that’s what you think of her, hmm? Listen, buddy. I’m the leader of a very large, very evil organization. And with one phone call, I can have a few of my followers come to your house in the middle of the night. They will tie you down, strip you naked, and turn you into the biggest laughing stock the world has ever seen. And that if I’m in a good mood. Now fuck off before I have to pull out my phone, got it?”

Your ex sighed and walked out, waving a hand in annoyance. Ouma pulled you to sit, taking his coffee and looking you over. “That wasn’t a lie, by the way. I could totally get DICE to do that.”

“T-thanks…” You managed a shaky smile and took a bite of the cake, blinking back tears.

“(Y/N)-chan! Stop looking so sad, ill cry too!”

“Sorry, Kokichi, I just… you weren’t bothered by what he said?”

Ouma shrugged and sipped his coffee, grinning as the sugar filled his system. “What, that you like girls too? I’m bi too, doesn’t bother me.”

You blinked, Ouma was bi? Well, that certainly made things interesting. You smiled softly and took a sip of your own drink.

“Awe come on! You still look all upset! Let’s go to headquarters and play that game you bought!”

Ouma grabbed his coffee and his cake, pulling you outside with his free hand as you stumbled and tried not to fall.

But a couple rounds of Twister with a very hyper (and handsy) Ouma was more than enough to lift your spirits, ending up in a tickling match that had you breathless and giggling.

Rantarou Amami:

The two of you were shopping at the mall, Amami helping you find a dress for a relative’s wedding, when it happened.

Apparently, your ex had finally found a job because he was working at the first store you peeked into, coming up to Amami as you ducked into a changing room

“Hey, dude. I see you’re with (Y/N) there and I figured id give you a heads up about her. She likes chicks, so I figured you’d want to know before you see for yourself.”

“What are you talking about?”

Your ex laughed at Amami’s growing confusion, not realizing the unbridled anger brewing inside him. “Don’t bother asking for a threesome either, little slut likes to keep the bitches for herself.”

“Alright, you need to stop. My girlfriend is wonderful and I know she would never cheat on me, regardless of her sexuality. I don’t know why the two of you broke up but it looks like it was for good reason if this is how you spoke to her. (Y/N), get dressed, we aren’t going to buy anything here.”

You quickly got dressed and followed Amami out, letting him lead you into another store and hiding in a changing room.

“Alright, so I have a feeling there’s something you need to tell me?”

You nod and sit on the bench, Amami holding your hand reassuringly.

“S-so, you probably figured out that I’m bi… I hope it isn’t a problem for you, I swear i-”

Amami leaned down and kissed you sweetly, cutting you off. “Whoa, it’s okay. Two of my sisters are bi, its no big deal. Your not the kind of person who would sleep around, I trust you. Your ex, or whoever he was, isn’t worthy to be around you. You can tell me anything, okay? No matter what, we’ll have a conversation about it and get it figured out, I promise.”

You smiled and stood up to hug him, pressing your face into his chest and relishing in the warmth.

“We still need to find your dress, princess, as much as I would like to stay in here all day.”

You giggled and popped out of the changing room, letting Amami pick out some dresses for you try on, your worries melting away.

Korekiyo Shinguuji:

Korekiyo had convinced you to go around the history museum, spouting off facts as you went from exhibit to exhibit.

It may not have been your favorite date in the world but Korekiyo was clearly in his natural habitat so you were content, it was quite cute to see him bustling around to look at artifacts

It was going great up until a much too familiar face made its appearance, your ex tapping Korekiyo on the shoulder so you would both turn around.

“Well shit, I thought you were a chick. Oh well, this works. Dude, I saw you with (Y/N) and I figured id warn you about her. Shes, like, half lesbian or some shit. Either way, figured you would want to know so you can cut your losses. See ya!”

Before either of you could speak he was gone, leaving you shaking with tears in your eyes, clinging to Korekiyo’s arm. “O-oh god… fuck, I wasn’t going to tell you, I’m s-so sorry Kiyo!”

You were crying hard now and Korekiyo was quick to lead you somewhere else with fewer people, gently rubbing your back.

“Shh, darling, it’s okay. It’s quite common for humans and even animals to have sexual preferences outside of the opposite sex, there’s nothing wrong with that.”

He spoke gently, letting you cry yourself out until you were able to relax a little, getting you to sit down.

“M-my ex… when I told him he f-freaked, he accused me of c-cheating and called me n-names. I was too scared to tell you, I d-didn’t want it to happen again.”

“I would never call you such horrible things, especially when you’ve done nothing wrong. Come on, smile, crying doesn’t suite such a beautiful example of humanity.”

You smiled softly at the compliment, always feeling so special when Korekiyo called you that. Your smile triggered his and you could see it in his eyes as the both of you returned to the exhibit, making sure not to give your ex even a glance as you enjoyed your evening.

Ryoma Hoshi:

You had convinced him to go to a tennis match, the first one in years. The two of you were sitting together, sipping sodas as you watched the players.

“Ryoma, can you explain how this works to me? They keep calling things out but I don’t get it…”

“Love means zero, and-”

He was interrupted by a tap on his shoulder, turning around to see your ex. He had seen a picture before and knew it had ended badly, so why was he talking to you guys?

“Dude, aren’t you that tennis pro who went to jail?”

“Why do you care?”

“Eh, doesn’t matter. I just figured id give you a heads up about your little girlfriend. I don’t know if she told you but there’s a pretty good chance shes fucking a chick behind your back. I never got lucky enough to catch her in the act but oh well, maybe she’ll let you in.”

With that, your ex returned back to his popcorn, muttering under his breath about the match. You had tears in your eyes and Hoshi could see how much you were hurting, looking into your lap as your nails bit into your thighs

Before he has the chance to do anything, a rogue tennis ball flies from the court and hits your ex square in the jaw, pulling a choked laugh from you

Your ex storms off and leaves you with Hoshi, who is looking at you quizzically.

“I-I guess I should explain, huh?”

“You don’t have to, I pretty much get it. Your, what, bi? Or pansexual?”

You nod at the first option, laying your head on Hoshi’s shoulder and smiling softly. “Yeah, bi. I’m sorry for not telling you but after him… i-i couldn’t.”

A quiet kiss on your forehead calms your worries as Hoshi turns back to the game, continuing his explanation of points to you.

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skeletonscribbles · 7 years ago

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are u doing those prompts? if so how bout "so… did you miss me?" and “why do i love you?" ship of your choice but u know what im gunnin for :)

I am doing prompts, and I can totally deliver you some Reddie :) This one got away from me a little bit (2340 words…not bad, but not gr8 either), but I think it turned out pretty cute all in all, so – here’s this! I call it Mating Season, pure fluff, rated G :)“So…did you miss me?” & “Why do I love you?”

—-“Eds!” Richie Tozier cried out, loud even though he was sitting right next to Eddie on the cramped bus seat. “Eds, Eds, Eds!”

“What?” Eddie snapped, wound up from hours of being jostled. School buses were full of germs, and Eddie was sure he’d contracted at least twenty diseases just from spending fifteen minutes on this yellow death trap. Three hours was unthinkable.

And then, of course, there was the unfortunate matter of his seat partner.

When they’d boarded the buses, Eddie had tried his best to jockey himself into position behind clean, quiet Stan, but Richie had pushed his way in between them at the last second, insisting upon spending the next three hours “as close to [my] Eddie Spaghetti as possible”. Eddie had almost thrown up then and there.

He wasn’t upset about it because he didn’t like Richie. He liked Richie very much - in fact, most of the time he liked Richie enough to ignore his annoying habits, like speaking three decibels louder than was strictly necessary or making crude jokes about sex at inappropriate times.

Lately, though. Lately, sitting next to Richie had thrown him into a weird sort of anxiety spiral, and he wasn’t really sure what was causing it. Ever since last summer, when they’d all done whatever crazy amazing thing they did together (Eddie was fuzzy on the details of it, for some reason), every time Richie’s arm brushed Eddie’s side, or Richie’s thigh pressed against Eddie’s on the bench of the lunch table, Eddie had felt a little bit like he was on fire. He had no idea why, and he wasn’t sure he cared to think long enough on it to find out.

Obviously, then, three hours squished against Richie in a bus seat was nothing short of excruciating.

“It’s mating season,” Richie said gleefully, much to Eddie’s confusion, annoyance, and great embarrassment.

“What are you talking about, dumbass?” Eddie asked. He didn’t have to look in a mirror to know his ears were bright red; he was well aware of all the little ways that his body betrayed him when Richie started in on something like this.

“At the Wildlife Park,” Richie explained, bouncing a little in his seat. “It’s spring. Maybe we’ll get to see some of the animals doin’ it.”

“Gross!” Eddie exclaimed, shoving Richie against the window and wondering why his stomach suddenly felt like it was in his throat. “You’re so gross, Richie, oh my God.”

Richie cackled, grabbing Eddie’s hand and licking it. Eddie shrieked and withdrew, wiping his hand anxiously on Richie’s shirt before drawing it back in.

“I know exactly what moose mating calls sound like, too,” Richie continued, a terrible smile on his face. “I hear them every night when your mom–”

“Shut the fuck up!” Eddie slouched down in the bus seat, livid.

“Aw, Eds,” Richie began, but he was cut off by their science teacher, Mr. Williams.

“All right, we’re just about to the Maine Wildlife Park, so I want to announce the groups for today’s field trip. When you get off the bus, we’ll walk to the water fountain by the Visitor’s Center, you’ll find your chaperone, and you’ll stay with them until we get back on here in the evening. Understood?”

“Understood,” the entire eighth grade mumbled back disjointedly.

“All right.” Mr. Williams looked at his clipboard. “Four groups. First group, you’ll be with me, and that’s Angstrom, Arrowsmith, Bowers, Bowie, Conklin, Corcoran, Denbrough, Dunton, Earl, and Fadden.”

Eddie looked sadly across the aisle at Bill. No friends, and stuck with Henry Bowers? Yikes, alphabetical order had really screwed Bill over.

“Next, with Ms. Marsden: Gordon, Hagarty, Halloran, Hanscom, Hocksetter, Huggins, Jagermeyer, Johnson, Kaspbrak, and Kersh.”

This time, Bill was looking at Eddie sadly. Eddie didn’t have Bowers, but Hocksetter and Huggins together were just as bad. At least he’d have Ben with him…and he would have had their friend Mike, too, but unfortunately Mike’s grandpa had yet to be persuaded to take Mike out of homeschool and put him in the public system. Alas.

Well, at least Ms. Marsden was nice…as language arts teachers went, anyway.

“Third group, with Mr. Doyle: Laurie, Marsh, McCall, Mellon, Mueller, Phillips, Ripsom, Rogan, Rogers, Sadler”

Beverly groaned really loudly from her seat. Mr. Williams shot her an exasperated look, and then continued.

“And finally, with Mrs. Emerson, we have Starrett, Taylor, Tozier, Unwin, Uris, Webb, Winterberger, Wolcott, Wormwood, and Zachariah. Again, find your chaperone when we park and get off the bus. It shouldn’t be more than three minutes, now.” Mr. Williams sat back down, and there was an immediate roar of discontent. No one wanted to be separated from their friends, the Losers least of all.

“I can’t be with Richie,” Stan complained, “he’ll just make jokes about animal genitals all day! I wanted to record the ring-necked pheasants in my bird journal, and I swear, if he ruins it or vandalizes my stuff before we get there–”

“Nerd,” Richie stuck out his tongue at Stan. “Where do birds keep their dicks, anyway? Do birds even have dicks?”

“Cool it, Mr. Tozier,” Mr. Williams warned without turning around.

“Won’t happen again,” Richie called back. This was a very rehearsed line of his, and it was starting to come off as insincere…and it was insincere, but Eddie thought it would benefit Richie to be less obvious about it.

“It’ll happen again within five minutes,” Mr. Williams responded, resigned.

“Yeah, probably.” Richie sank down into the seat, unusually quiet as a sea of angry 13 year old voices rang out around him. Eddie peered at him curiously - usually he’d be more than thrilled to have hours upon hours to grate on Stan’s nerves, but apparently not this time.

“You alright, Rich?” he asked, trying to sound nonchalant.

Richie shrugged. “I wanted to be in your group, is all.”

Oh. Eddie was surprised, and a little flattered - he’d honestly not considered that option.

“Thanks, I think?” Eddie tentatively put a hand on Richie’s forearm, shivering a little at the more intimate contact. “Next time.”

Richie still looked put-out. “I guess.”

Before Eddie knew it, they were being shepherded off of the bus, walking to the fountain meeting place where tour groups departed from, and dragged into their field trip groups. Eddie hadn’t particularly enjoyed sitting next to Richie on the bus, but he found that he missed him in a pretty immediate way once he was gone - especially with the looks that Patrick Hocksetter and Belch Huggins were giving him.

He moved closer to Ben, and hoped for the best.

It didn’t come.

The groups began to move off in separate directions pretty immediately (the Losers had all shared a fair amount of despondent looks amongst each other, and Richie had gone so far as to blow kisses to each of them). Eddie and Ben’s group shuffled off to the left after a young-ish looking red-headed tour guide that looked a little bit like an older version of Bill. Eddie grabbed Ben and tried to push towards the front, both to be able to hear the guide and to be nearer to Ms. Marsden in case anything went awry, but he was stopped by a hand on the back of his collar.

“Going somewhere, fairy boy?” Belch Huggins’ gross breath was unmistakable. Eddie gulped.

“Leave us alone, Belch,” Ben tried, valiant as ever, but he was grabbed in turn by Patrick Hocksetter.

“In the woods, no one can hear you scream,” Patrick said, emotionless in a way that gave Eddie an extreme case of the heebie-jeebies.

“They can see you eat shit, though, so…there’s THAT.” For whatever ungodly reason, Richie was back. He punctuated the last word of his sentence by shoving Patrick off of Ben and into a nearby tree.

Belch turned on Richie as Patrick struggled to right himself, and Eddie stared at the situation, frozen and aghast.

“Trash boy,” Belch growled. “You’re not in this group.”

“I am now,” Richie said, sounding way more confident than he looked, “and if you touch me or Haystack or especially Eds, I’m gonna let the whole eighth grade know the good news about what I caught you and Henry Bowers doing by the field house when I skipped social studies to go smoke, Hocksetter.”

Patrick, who was making his way back over, immediately paled and backed up. “Belch. No-go on this.”

Belch eyed him suspiciously. “Why?”

“No-go,” Patrick insisted, grabbing Belch’s arm. “Let’s go look at some fucking animals or whatever. Shit.”

Belch looked livid, but he moved towards Patrick anyway. “You got off easy this time, Tozier, but next time….look out.”

“Was that a glasses joke?” Richie called out after them, but they were too far away to feel like they had to respond.

Ben, Richie, and Eddie were left staring at each other in silence.

“Well,” said Ben after a long moment, looking between Richie and Eddie knowingly, “I wanna go catch up to Ms. Marsden to see what I missed. I’ll see you guys in a minute.”

“But–” Eddie began to protest, but Ben waved and moved curtly up the path ahead of them, not interested in hearing what Eddie had to say.

That left Eddie alone with Richie. Again.

“So…did you miss me?” Richie asked, grinning sheepishly.

“You weren’t even gone for five minutes,” Eddie said, crossing his arms. “What’s the matter with you?”

Richie shrugged, and shoved his hands in the pockets of his too-baggy cargo shorts. “It’s like I said. I wanted to be in your group.”

Eddie shook his head, absolutely baffled. “Why?”

“The moose enclosure is first for you guys, I think.” Richie changed the subject deftly. “That’s what the guides were muttering to themselves about before we left, anyway. Let’s go check it out.”

“Richie–” Eddie tried again, but Richie had grabbed ahold of his hand and was guiding him firmly towards the moose exhibit, or whatever.

When they finally caught up with the class, they were treated to the sight of exactly….one moose, with a disappointing lack of antlers.

“Moose are usually solitary animals,” the tour guide was explaining, “but during mating season, females swarm around males as a sort of harem.”

Richie squeezed his hand, and Eddie jumped - he’d forgotten that their fingers were still laced together.

“Richie, let go of me.”

“Are you even listening at all?” Richie’s face was alight. “Mating season? Moose harem?”

“When two males are interested in the same female, they’ll usually fight it out, which is pretty intense. Alice here is pretty big, right? Well, male moose are even bigger…and their horns are pretty deadly if used right.” The tour guide gestured to the moose behind him when he said Alice, and Richie bounced excitedly on the balls of his feet.

“Moose fight!”

Eddie tried to tug his hand away, but Richie wasn’t interested in letting go. “Richie, what the fuck?”

The group was moving towards the next exhibit, but Eddie wasn’t interested in moving until he’d gotten an explanation from Richie. This clingy behavior was out of character in a really concerning way. Usually he’d just insult Eddie’s mother, pinch at Eddie’s cheeks and move on, but today…

Well, no, not just today. Now that Eddie was thinking about it, Richie had been touchier than usual for a couple of weeks now - slinging his arm around him at lunch, or pulling him over to sit next to him during movie nights. It was probably just more obvious today, because they weren’t split up by different classes and assigned seats.

What the hell was going on?

“Whaddya mean, Eds?” Richie smiled, but his fingers started to tap against Eddie’s hand in a way that Eddie knew meant that Richie was nervous. (Richie fancied himself a good actor, but Eddie knew him better than anyone, and as such had catalogued all of his little tells.)

“Don’t call me that.” Eddie forcibly yanked his hand out of Richie’s and glared up at him, frowning. “Why have you been acting so weird?”

A little color drained from Richie’s face. “Weird?”

“Yeah, like…touchy and stuff.” Eddie didn’t understand any of what Richie was doing, least of all how nervous he was right now. He looked like Eddie felt around him, nowadays. “What’s up?”

“They’re going to see the swans without us–” Richie tried, but Eddie wasn’t having it.

“Richie.”

“Swans mate for life you know,” Richie said, quiet and unexpectedly sweet. Eddie felt his heart skip in his chest, stared at Richie’s slight frown, disheveled curls, and furrowed eyebrows that were causing his glasses to slip down his nose, and came to a realization that almost made him pass out.

Oh, FUCK.

“Just like me and your mom!” Richie finished, crowing, and Eddie almost screamed.

“Why do I love you?” he blurted, mouth miles ahead of his mind. Immediately, he clapped his hands over his mouth, mortified. Richie stared back at him, mouth hanging open stupidly.

Well, there was that friendship down the tubes.

“Sorry, what now?” Richie asked after a moment of terrible silence.

“Nothing,” Eddie hissed, storming off. “We have to see the swans.”

“Eds, come on!”

“Swans, Richie!”

Richie laughed, surprised and joyful, and followed after Eddie with a gigantic dorky smile on his face.

“We could be swans, you know, Eds,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows exaggeratedly and grabbing Eddie’s hand again. Eddie made no move to pull away this time, though he did make a point of digging his fingernails extra hard into Richie’s hand. (Richie flinched, but did not complain.)“Um, no we couldn’t?” Eddie was so lost in the swirl of feelings and thoughts in his brain that he couldn’t for the life of him understand the meaning of what Richie had said. “What are you talking about?”

“It’s mating season,” Richie said simply, and Eddie shoved him into a bush.

It was going to be a long, strange day, followed by a long, strange bus ride home.

Eddie found himself looking forward to it.

#reddie #reddie fanfic #eddie kaspbrak #richie tozier #bill denbrough #beverly marsh #ben hanscom #stanley uris #no mike in this one sorry :( homeschool bby #loser's club #it 2017 #it movie #stephen king's it #canon compliant #boys are 13 but there's nothin' rlly goin on it's just sweet #ask

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1111ljk · 7 years ago

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Request: Name

Anon Request #1: 6/8/17

two-shot.

count ➵ 1,403 words

genre ➵ angst, fluff, a lil comedy, [WARNING: some cursing in there]

theme ➵ bestfriend!jungkook

characters ➵ jungkook, you

PART 2

PART 1/2

Jeon Jungkook. It was a name so familiar to your lips that saying it would be no different to breathing air. It was a name you found comfort in, a name you called at times of trouble, misery, despair, happiness, and all sorts of things. It was also a name you screech at the top of your lungs at seven in the morning at a bus stop.

“Jeon, do you even use your new phone for the right reasons?” you hissed, fingers crumpling the collar of his blazer as soon as he was in your reach. You drag him up to the bus, scanning both of your cards (which you kept at all times because Jungkook, that darned boy, could never remember to bring his own shit).

“Duh,” he answered matter-of-factly, panting as he uses your shoulder for support. “Gotta catch all them Pokemons!”

You rolled your eyes at his statement, about to head to your usual spot until you felt yourself slightly pushed to the side. He beats you to the window seat this time, focusing his attention on Seoul’s lovely morning sight. Meanwhile, you stood with your arms crossed, a foot tapping against the soft floor of the bus. “Excuse me?”

Jungkook looks up to you, eyes fluttering as he innocently hums a ‘hm?’.

“That is my spot.”

The boy blinks, turning his head to check the headrest. “Don’t see your name written on it.”

Jeon Jungkook, you almost forgot, was a name that irritated you as much as it comforted you. But instead of arguing for it, you grumpily took a seat next to him, hugging your bag in annoyance. He chuckles in return, a breathy light-hearted one, as he slung his arm around your shoulders. It gave you a good view of him as he focused back on the scenery.

You never really noticed how good-looking Jungkook really was. That was an understatement. Jungkook was a total definition of a man. He had a jawline that even guys would fawn over, veins in the right place that girls would gladly count(creepy thought though), and big sparkly eyes that you would give in to any time you fought. Jungkook was breathtaking.

Jeon Jungkook was more than just a name to you. It was more than just a popular example at college that girls threw around when asked about their ideal type.

It was the name tag you first read in fifth grade after a couple of guys picked on your for your quirky pigtails. The owner being a chubby classmate of yours who helped you up and told you your pigtails were cute after he pulled both of them and ran. You cried, yes, but he scared away anyone else who made you cry, claiming only he had the right to do so.

It was your playdate in sixth grade that your mother had endlessly and excitedly talked about the previous night. You were definitely surprised to see him on the playground with his mom. There was an awkward silence for the first few minutes, until he spoke what you’ve been holding back to say. ‘Aren’t we too old for playdates?’

It was your first girl friend’s crush and a name she later on hated. Jungkook was notorious in his younger days for being such a heartbreaker. Unfortunately, you were his bestfriend and the target of stickly thin, baby-faced eighth grader girls’ hatred. It was alright. He promised to buy you pancakes every morning.

It was the caller ID you see every day after school in the ninth grade and up until now. It was ddukbokki on Mondays, kimbap on Tuesdays and Wednesdays, and ramen on Thursdays and Fridays.

It was a name you grew to love and hate at the same time. Jungkook was your bestfriend, your other half, basically your family. It was a name that was like air to you, you were so used to it - yet why did your heart suddenly decide it was okay to skip a beat?

It had been weeks since you felt that first thump in your heart. Every day, you started to understand why Jungkook was so appealing to the rest of the female population. Sure you knew he had a very nice face, you knew he wasn’t particularly good at books and papers, but he was the star of each and every sports team there was at your institution. Of course, you knew that if he gave enough interest, he would be the class genius as well. Jungkook was a modern prince - courageous, attractive as hell, and most importantly, he was so kind. At least to you. It scared you. It scared you how the reasons were getting clearer and clearer.

Jungkook always sits next to you whenever a chance is given. Today was one of those days. He slides ever so smoothly to your right poking your cheek as you chugged a glass of milk. “Whatcha doin’, ugly?”

You roll your eyes, an instinctive response at whatever he says. “What do you want?”

He let out an overly-dramatic, high-pitched, K-drama laugh. “Watch a movie with me,” he whined.

“Don’t I always? Like, every Friday?” you raised an eyebrow.

Jungkook grins, suddenly pouting and poking his index fingers at each other, before clinging at your arm. “I wuv you.”

Normally, you’d wince, throw something at his face. You’d be repelled by his ugly cutesy act. But there it was again, that thump. Then another, and then it got to the point where your heart was a beating mess. Fuck, you thought.

He looks up at you, smirking smugly. “Are you blushing?” he coos. “Cute.”

Then your heart was on overdrive.

Days had passed since then and now you were at his house, in the lousiest outfit you have ever put together, not really minding it since it was only Jungkook who’d seen you this way. You let yourself feel comfortable on his bed, which was almost like a second bed to you anyways.

Waiting for him to come back, you decided to set up the movie on his laptop. To your surprise, he had a password. It was strange. Jungkook was a careless and reckless man. He had no time for such things as passwords. Hell, he’d probably forget his own password. You shrugged it off anyways. You had no idea what his password would be though, but you tried anyways.

ironman97

Wrong.

ironman

Wrong.

You searched through all the possibilities in your head. Jungkook may have put a password but you were sure it was nothing complicated. After all these years, the one thing you really learned about him was that he was not a man who was into complication.

leejieun97

Correct.

What an idiot, you thought. An idiot fanboy. Of course, his love for IU never ceases. You roll your eyes and waited for it to load. He left his Facebook page open and your heart crumbled a little. Everything was the same as you had always seen except for that open chat box beside yours. Jungkook was seeing someone?

A gasp snapped you out of your ten second misery and, in your panic, you minimized the browser.

“How did you know my password?” he breathed out, placing a hand over his mouth.

“Well, genius, leejieun97?”

He blushed and threw a chocolate bar at you. “Shut up! IU gives me life.”

He jumps into the bed, an awkward silence filled you both as you stared at the desktop view. You could feel a tense aura.

“So, you saw, huh?” he finally spoke up.

It took you a second to answer. “Yeah.”

“I was gonna tell you, I swear,” he tries to apologize, hugging you from behind. You didn’t see why he needed to. It was his life after all.

You let out a half-hearted chuckle.” Congrats, loser, your ugly ass finally got a girlfriend.”

“Um, sweetheart, this,” he points to his face. “...is almost as good as your Hyungsik.”

You blinked. “Okay, coconut head ass lookin bitch.”

“Excuuuuuuse me?!” he bellowed as he pounced on you to tickle you.

That was the first time you felt uncomfortable being in the same room with him. For some reason, you wanted to go home, stay in bed all day. You didn’t understand why you hated it, but through out the thrilling scenes of Iron Man where Jungkook gleefully cheered for his favorite superhero, you realized.

You liked him.

A/N: THIS TOOK SO LONG SOMEONEKILL ME. I FORGOT TO EDIT AND PUBLISH IT. IVE HAD THIS IN MY DRAFTS FOR MONTHS LKFJGLKFD.

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5hfanfiction · 7 years ago

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Head Over Heals For You

Ch. 2

She’s been back in LA for a day and a half and she hasn’t stopped moving. Ever since she touched down in LAX she’s been ushered to interviews, writing music, and recording. So, she’s running off 3 hours of sleep right now and can’t wait for the big, comfy bed that awaits her at home. Lauren’s playing around with the music while she’s scrolling back and forth through Instagram and twitter. She comes across a post from a few hours ago that Dinah posted of her little sister. She plays the video smiling at how cute the girl and Dinah’s relationship is.

She met Dinah’s youngest sister, by accident, last month, when she was in New York for SZA’s album release party. She made her way to the younger woman’s apartment horny and a little tipsy, at 12am, lookin’ for “her friend” and left confused when instead of being met with Dinah’s lips and body pushing her back against the door, the door swung open revealing a wide-eyed child.

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“Dinah! There’s a famous person at your door! I think she’s lost!” Normani has to cover her ears at the high-pitched yell.

“Gina, what did I tell you about screaming, you little brat.” She hears a voice coming from down the hall. She’s still got her hands over her ears when the taller woman comes into view.

“Mani? What’re you doing here?” She asks confused. Her eyes are slightly wide, matching the little girl. Normani looks back down at the little girl, who’s looking back up at her, wide eyed and mouth hung open like she’s just seen an angel or something. Her little hand is wrapped around the door handle, her opposite arm posted up against the wall.

“Hi, I’m Regina Hansen. I’m your biggest fan.” Normani smiles at the younger version of Dinah but before she can say anything Dinah speaks.

“Gina, move out the way.” Dinah says pulling the small girl away from the entrance. Normani takes that as an invitation into the apartment, stepping in and off to the side. She subconsciously slips off her high heals, and leaves them by the door as she follows Dinah into the living room.

“Did you show up at the wrong apartment? Do you need directions?” The little Dinah asks struggling to look at her due to being hurled over Dinah’s tall shoulder.

“Gina, shut up. She’s here for me.” Dinah laughs throwing the girl roughly down on the couch.

“Ouch, I’m telling mom."

They’ve known each other for about a year now and Dinah’s never mentioned anything about having a sister. Normani just assumed the Polynesian was an only child living out here in New York City, alone.

"No, you’re not.” The little girl huffs and rolls her eyes.

“There’s no way that she came to see a loser like you, Dinah Jane. I gotta tell Mila this. Dinah, lemme use your phone.” Dinah’s sister says, jumping on the older siblings back.

“No, be good or I’m taking you back to the hotel and you can sleep in a bed with Sethy, Mila, Mom, and Dad.” Normani watches as Dinah pushes the little girl back onto the couch a small smile forming on her face at the cute scene.

“You ‘kay, Manz?” She didn’t notice the younger woman come up to her, but her soft hand is stroking her arm gently and Normani can’t help but look down at the goosebumps forming on her skin.

She smiles up at Dinah nodding her head in confirmation of her emotions.

“I just wanted to see you while I was here."

Dinah raises an eyebrow and smirks at the shorter woman suggestively. Her hand slides down to Normani’s waist.

"Oh? Did you?” Normani rolls her eyes, pushing her hands away.

“Stop, your sisters here.” She giggles.

“Yeah, Dinah. Stop, your sisters here." A cute, taunting voice chimes in from the couch.

"Shut up, brat.” The little girl sticks her tongue out causing Dinah to assault her with violent tickles, sending Regina into a fit of giggles and squeals.

“We’re watching The Lion King if you wanna watch with us.” Dinah says as she gets up to turn off the lights. A square pillow flies across the room at the older girl bouncing off the back of her head. Normani can’t help but laugh at the look on Dinah’s face when she turns around to look at her guilty sister.

“Don’t encourage her.” Dinah points at her.

“What? She’s cute.” She throws her hands up in defense.

“No, I’m cute.” She growls pressing play on the TV. Normani’s caught by surprise when Dinah snuggles up next to her on the couch and pulls her onto her lap. It’s not their first time cuddling and normally Normani is not usually nervous about this kind of affection, but it’s their first time cuddling in front of people. And with Dinah’s little sister laying on the floor in front of them she can’t help but wonder what this means.

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“Who’s that?” She hears Lauren ask as the video of Regina talking about Dinah pushing her off the “really, big” bed replays.

“Oh, it’s Dinah’s sister.” She replies switching her screen off and sliding her phone into her purse.

“She’s cute.” Lauren shrugs before going back to what she was doing.

“Sooo, when are you guys gonna become official?"

"No, Lauren.” She replies groaning, not wanting to have this question right now, “I don’t know."

"Well, sweetie. You’re either in love with her or getting the most bomb sex known to man.” Her best friend laughs making her roll her eyes.

“We are not talking about this."

"But Mani, you haven’t had sex with anyone but Dinah, since you’ve met Dinah."

"Not talking ‘bout this.” She laughs awkwardly checking the clock on the wall hanging over the door. It’s 1am and her 15-minute break is up. She takes a sip from her water bottle before making her way back into the booth to finish the rest of her song.

“Alright, Mani after this last take we’re done for the night. I gotta get home to my baby." They’ve already recorded two songs today, and she doesn’t have much of this one left, just the last verse. She hums in response to her producer, looks at Lauren nodding her head to signal that she’s ready and she begins singing.

This thing we got is crazy

Only thing I know is you’re my baby

She opens her eyes and smirks at the line she just sang allowing herself to get into the music. Lauren’s looking at her through the glass separating them with a smug smile that Normani can’t help but want to beat off her face.

Forever down, I am your lady

Always for sure, never a maybe

And yeah, maybe Lauren is right. She hasn’t had sex with anyone other than Dinah, but that’s only because no one makes her feel the same high as Dinah makes her feel. Sex with Dinah puts her on cloud 9 and she doesn’t ever want to come down.

Never met someone who spoke my language

Never met a nigga done with playin’

You the type of nigga make me lane switch

Hand me the brush and say, "paint it”

She’s only ever been in one “real” relationship that -to be honest, it can’t even be considered “real”. But it was definitely her first heartbreak.

They met at a summer camp for music when she was 15. A 2-month long competition that ends with the winner getting a record deal. He was 16 and a singer, as well; the first boy that spoke to Normani in the whole camp. The first boy that’s ever called her beautiful. Any cute boy addressing a girl as “beautiful” would be flattering to any awkward, shy 15-year-old girl, right?

They started out as friends, him being the only competitor she would talk to during that summer. He would sweet talk her and she imagined that her warm, sepia skin would flush a deep red hue. That was if she could blush. But, she doesn’t.

She thought she was in love with him, well at least she did after he told her he was falling for her, so she gave him everything she had. And when the summer was over and she had won the final competition in both dance and singing, Arin was fuming with jealousy, calling her names that she never thought that he would call her. It wasn’t until he had the whole summer camp believing that she slept with the teachers to win and calling her a slut did she really break down, coming to the realization that love itself did not exist. It’s just a delusion created by desperate people, like her, to feel wanted.

But Dinah makes her feel the way her momma has always told her she would feel, when she finds that special person. The way Normani was taught in the stories she used to tell her about meeting her dad, and the stories her grandma would tell her about being in love with her grandpa.

And no, she is not one to believe in fairy tales, but Dinah gives her those endless butterflies -that vision of a possible future. Like maybe she never truly knew what love is, and that, right now she’s falling from space at maximum velocity and nothing will catch her in time before she hits the ground hard. But she knows Dinah will be there to catch her. She knows, and she wants it more than anything. But she’s too scared to let it happen.

Give me your heart and I hold it

Show me your soul and I’ll mould it

Baby girl, you gotta be the dopest

Gotta be to fuck with the coldest

“Normani! Fuck, that was hot!” Lauren yells through the mic when she finishes the verse. She laughs at her friend, “yo that’s gonna be dope as fuck! But, I think it needs a feature.” She nods smiling and listening to Lauren’s reaction.

“And I’m thinkin’ Chance the Rapper…”

“You think so?” She questions softly into the microphone.

“Oh Hun, don’t question me. I know what I’m doin."

"Oh, and babe?” Lauren continues.

“Yes, Lo?"

"You’re in love.” Lauren lets out an obnoxiously loud cackle into the microphone. Normani doesn’t even have the energy to argue with her producer right now. She is not in love with Dinah, she’s just giving her the most bomb sex. But it’s late and she just wants to go home and sleep, so she keeps her mouth shut.

They’re packing their things up for the night, at two in the morning. Lauren’s all life and smiles probably due to the 2 espresso shots and the Trenta French vanilla Frappuccino she had from Starbucks, while Normani is half asleep.

“I’m taking you home. You’re not driving tired.” Normani smiles a smile of relief and thanks to her friend. She’s thankful that her house isn’t too far from the studio, so she doesn’t fall asleep in Lauren’s car on the ride there.

“Night, babe!” Lauren yells out the car window as Normani unlocks her door.

She manages to throw up two fingers at the woman before she drives off. She steps inside her house. Habitually slipping off her shoes and her pants before laying her ass right on the couch in her front room, and throwing the fluffy, gray throw blanket over her body for cover.

It’s Saturday afternoon, when she gets random call from Dinah. They haven’t spoken in the last two weeks; their only actual contact being through Instagram in which Dinah DM’s her hilariously dumb videos and she responds by liking them, or doing the same.

She puts her pencil down on top of the notepad that she writes song notes into and picks the phone up in her hand, letting it ring for a little while longer before she answers with a smile and a cheerful hello.

“Hey, beautiful.” The soft, sultry voice sends nerve impulses down her spine in a tingling sensation.

“You make me feel beautiful.” She leans back in her chair and puts her feet up on her desk.

“That’s because you are the most beautiful woman in the world.” Dinah chuckles. Normani rolls her eyes trying to force herself to ignore the pounding that she feels in her chest.

“Soo, what’s up?” She says, awkwardly changing the subject.

“Oh, nothing.” Dinah responds casually, “Just, ya know, casually driving around L.A.”

“Wait, what?” She says sitting back up, “Why?”

“Came to visit the fam.” Normani nods her head. She tugs her bottom lip between her teeth as she gets an idea.

“How long are you here?”

“Umm, a week and a half.” It sounds like her mouth is full of food and Normani feels her stomach grumble. She hasn’t eaten all day.

“Are you eating?” She questions, receiving a low hum in response.

“What are you doing?” She looks down at the scribbled words and lousy drawn stick figures in her notebook.

“Nothing.”

“Oh, cool. Can you open your front door for a second?”

“What, why?” She stands up and slides the sweats she took off an hour ago over her hips.

“Damn, you ask too many question. Just do it.” Dinah laughs and Normani makes her way to her front door.

“Okay, Jesus.” She laughs loudly. She opens the door to Dinah standing in her driveway, perched up on what Normani assumes to be her rental, with a giant bag of WingStop held up to cover her face.

“Will you, Queen Normani Kordei Hamilton, allow me the honor to eat chicken wings with you?”

“Come here, fool.” Dinah jumps off the car and runs to the entrance of Normani’s big house. She goes to step in but Normani steps in her way, blocking her from entering.

“What?” Dinah pouts. Normani reaches up on her toes and kisses Dinah’s lips.

“Now you can come in.” She turns around walking off towards the kitchen, swaying her hips a little more than usual.

“Stop staring at my ass.”

“I can’t help it, it’s there.” Dinah grins, “and it looks hot in my sweatpants.” She states referring to the baggy sweats Normani was wearing with her last name running down the pant leg. Seeing Normani wear her last name has got to be the most attractive thing to her, ever.

“How’d you even know where I live?” She goes straight to the bag of food Dinah set on the counter and takes out a box with the letter “N” on it, handing the “D” to Dinah who just puts her box back in the bag.

“I ate earlier, and I was munching on fries in the car.” She says, as if she were answering Normani’s unasked question.

“I asked Lauren, then she told me to bring you food because you probably haven’t eaten yet.”

“Of course.” Normani laughs, because leave it to Lauren to meddle in her life. She’ll have to thank her later, if it wasn’t for her she would’ve been starving.

“So, I can’t really stay long.” Dinah says as Normani’s got her mouth full of a hot wing,

“But, why?” She manages to say around her chicken.

“It’s a long drive to Santa Ana and it’s Seth’s 4th birthday tomorrow. And we’re having a party…”

She drags on like she has something else to say so Normani doesn’t respond. Instead, she patiently waits for the girl to continue while simultaneously munching on a fry.

“Would you like to come with me?” Her mind flashes dirty for a moment, because boy would she love to come with Dinah. But then she realizes that she was asking her to go to Santa Ana with her, to meet her family. The chicken she was gripping slips from her fingers.

“You serious?” She says looking for any trace of joking on Dinah’s features. Instead, she sees a flash of insecurity and as quickly as she saw it, it disappears.

“I mean, we’re friends, right?” Dinah uncharacteristically fidgets with her fingers slightly on top of the table. Normani’s eyeing her cautiously. Dinah hasn’t called them friends in a few months, usually just calling Normani, ‘hers’ or ‘her woman’. Even though she knows Dinah said that out of insecurity, it kind of hurts to hear her refer to them as friends.

“I mean if you’re busy it’s cool. I can just come see you before I leave.”

“Your family’s okay with this?” Dinah’s eyes meet hers, a look of hope in them.

“Yeah, my mom knows everything…” the look in Dinah’s eyes lets Normani know that her mom knows “everything, everything”. “And I’m sure my dad and my siblings will love you. You’ve already won over Gina.”

“Wait, your mom knows everything?” Dinah nods her head slowly, looking slightly guilty. “as in us everything?” Dinah nods slowly again. She doesn’t even know what “they” are, and she’s slightly intrigued at the thought of what Dinah could’ve possibly addressed them as to her mother.

“You told your mom we’re fucking?” She laughs.

“No, well I mean obviously she knows that.” Dinah say before looking seriously into Normani’s eyes. “I told my mom that I’m going to make you mine one day.” Normani’s breath hitches in her throat. Dinah has always been clear about her feelings for her, Normani knows that Dinah’s intentionally been saying things to make her feel some type of way and doing certain things during bed to make her head explode.

“Di- “she tries to breathe out.

“Look, you don’t have to say anything, but, I need you to know you are my woman, Mani.” Dinah leans over the table and cups her cheek with a soft hand, “that I want there to be an us. Not just sex.” She presses a quick kiss to her cheek and leans back in her seat.

“Okay.” She breathes out.

“Okay?” Dinah drags out.

“I have to be back in the studio Tuesday night.” A wide grin flows over Dinah’s face.

“I’ll have you back Tuesday afternoon.”

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