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#light's spot#wip#this is my lazy style (used this w/ Light a lot back in the day) but!!!#I might render it in my lineless style if I'm bored#also Dyson if u see this HIIIII!!!!#glad u like Stray!! istg I need to talk w/ u but my energy is like. so so obliterated- I miss ya!!#okay back to craxy ramble tags#I love deconstructing the pupils of the Star Rail cast now#like. Ratio has completely different ones from Dan Heng. and Sampo has a diamond as his pupil. and March has them big-ol multicolor eyes???#sorry yeah. i'm insane#i do need to look at Arlan more tho#i love him#Stray
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hi dolly I'm trying to enter my girly era and you clearly know a lot about it based on your aesthetic and stuff! I was wondering if you could give me some advice or tips on being more girly and hyper feminine?š©·
aww aww angel im so flattered omgg ā”š but don't think im the perfect example of a girly girl cause im so messy n emotional n disorganized :(ā” but i do love pinky n glam fashion n aesthetics hehe so i can totally share some tips on that ā”š also pls pls remember there is no right way to be a girly girl ā”š those are just tips n advice from my own experience abt what makes me feel girly n happy hehe ā”š¼š¼
š Fashion
browse outfits on pinterest n make moodboards to find ur style hehe ā” shein is also amazing for finding cute girly pieces for cheap!! i usually shop my pinky n barbiecore outfits from shein!! ā” if u want inspo here is a link to my pinterest fashion board ā” i love wearing crop tops, matching sets, cute dresses n skirts, white tights w heart patterns ā” for my comfy n lazy day i go along with pink graphic sweatshirt w cute print on it like bambi or disney princess hehehe ā” also get cute lingerie n pjs it's gonna make u feel like a lil princess ā”
š Makeup
if ur into makeup, play with different look n choose whatever makes u feel the prettiest! ā” my personal fav makeup look is a full face of makeup with frosty pink eyeshadow ā” lots of white highlight on inner corners of eyes n nose tip ā” black winged eyeliner ā” white eyeliner on waterline ā” cat eye faux lashes ā” lots of blush, n too faced lip plumping gloss along with pinky lipstick hehe ā” i also sometimes wear brown circle lenses to give that dolly look to my eyes ā”
š Hair
pls pls take care of ur hair (it's smth i need to get better at cause i fried my hair w bleach) my fav hair care tip is too deep oil it w coconut oil ā” choose a shampoo & conditioner that smells good n works for u ā” if ur into dyeing ur hair play w colors hehe ā” i personally loved a reddish brown and then later a light blonde on me ā”šøš¼š but now wanna switch things up cause blonde maintainance is getting too expensive n i feel bad wasting soo much of my dad's money on my hair :( so i might get back to like a caramel brown hehe ā” i also love curling my hair n putting hair extensions n cute girly accessories like bows n pink barretes n huge pink scrunchies ā”
š Nails
get ur nails n toes done often hehe ā”š
š¼ i love the whole salon experience of mani/pedi but since i don't work anymore n live w my parents i wanna be more frugal :(ā” so press ons are my bffs hehehe n i love putting press ons on my toes too hehe ā” u can find a lot of cute press on nails on amazon n etsy ā” i usually go for pink medium length nails either plain or w a cute pattern n rhinestones ā” i sometimes love going with colors like red, baby blue, purple, n a leopard pattern too hehe ā” my fav nail shape is coffin or stiletto ā” but go along with whatever makes ur hands look pretty ā”š«¶š¼š
š Accessories
get cute jewelery n accessories hehehe ā”š§ i usually buy my cutesy pink jewelry from shein ā” n i love carrying pink bags n purses ā” my fav for school is definitely my victoria's secret's carry all pink tote hehehe ā” i also love wearing rings n toe rings n anklets w little bells on it to jingle when i walk hehe ā” also also i love getting a necklace w my fav fictional character's initial on it oops ā” i also love wearing cute pink hair accessories like bows n barrettes n huge pink scrunchie ā” or if i want my hair up i use a huge pink claw clip ā”
š Smelling Good
perfumes n bodymists are the best hehehe ā” explore different scents at shops n figure out what u like best!! ā” my current favs are strawberry snowflakes by bbw & pure seduction shimmer mist by victoria's secret, & tease sugar fleur by victoria's secret ā” usually go w super super sweet or fruity scents but u don't have to angel ā”š° florals n fresh scents are sooo cute too just go along w whatever feels the most you n the best in ur opinion hehe ā”
#i hope this helped angel ā”š„ŗš#pls lmk if u wanna ask more hehehe ā” i love talking abt girly stuff ā”#nonnie ā”#love letters š#coquette girl#just girly posts#just girly things#girlblogging#girl hood#girl blogger#girlhood#girly stuff#girly#girlblogger#girly girl#coquette dollete#dark coquette#pink coquette#coqeutte#coqette#coquette#dolletecore#dollete aesthetic#dollette#dollete moodboard#dollete style#dollcore#pink pilates princess#pink aesthetic#pinkcore
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request: an MC thats very good w playing games or like,,, is proficiently skilled in all game categories or smrhn
alsp hi xander i love ur writing
and can i giv u a kith? if so: mwah š
Well I hate to tell ya, sweetie, but Iām not Xander. Iām Jazzy. Hello! I can see why youād want something written by Xander, though. Heās mad talented (better at this than I am quite frankly) and heās on the list of people I wish I could write as well as. I guess we can both take a moment to be sad that Iām not Xanderā¦ *sigh*... to be Xanderā¦ š
Oh well, I am who I am and I donāt begrudge that fact.Ā Meanwhile, Iāve wanted to do more shout-outs so everybody go read @sevendeadlymorons! If youāre notā¦ I meanā¦ why not? Heās more than worth your time. In the meantime, I hope I can entertain you despite my not-Xanderness.
Brothers React to an MC Whoās Good at Games and StuffĀ
Lucifer
Honestly couldnāt care less about the MCās game proficiency in most cases. So theyāre good at games? Good for them, heās sure theyāre happy.
But when theyāre playing against him on the other handā¦
Well, Lucifer may or may not be skilled at whatever game you set him on (heās a very quick learner so never underestimate him), but heās whole new levels of competitive when he wants to be. ESPECIALLY if he already thinks heās hot shit at something.
Video games? Not his forte. Table top games? One word for you: Chess.
Lucifer believes that he can and will whip pretty much anyoneās ass in chess. That includes Satan, Solomon, Levi, and even Diavolo. He is at grandmaster level.
So imagine his shock, no, his disdain to have lost a game of chess to the MCā¦ The moment they said "Checkmate" he stared at the board in front of them for a solid five minutes trying to work out where he went wrongā¦
And he wasnāt having that.
He and the MC now have regular chess matches in which he wins some and loses some so the tally stays pretty evenly tied. Really itās all good fun... (but if they think heās going to let them go home when heās on a losing count, theyāreĀ Dead.Ā Wrong. Heāll drag them back to down just to play chess with him until the score is right again. He DOES NOT lose, you hear? š¤Ø).
Mammon
Guess whoās found his gambling buddy??Ā
No, really. He and the MC can make a KILLING at a Poker or Blackjack table! Heās never seen anyone better at poker than they are!! They have nerves of steel and give nothing away, so heās lost more than a few hands to them before...
Even past the casinos, theyāre perfect for making bets on! He once arranged a Devil Cart competition between the MC and Levi and took bets around RAD for whoād win...
Naturally, everybody assumed the Devildomās resident Super-Otaku would win hands down, but the MC had thisĀ insane last minute save with a blue shell and pulled ahead in the last lap!!
He was like, the only person that bet on the MC and he got soooo much money that MC found HIM crying and hugging a bag of Grimm after the matchā¦
Any time they win a game that gets him money, heāll treat them like royalty for the next week. Man knows not to bite the hand that feeds him!... and creditors at bay... š¬
It may get slightly annoying that Mammon won't stop telling them about gaming competitions where they can get him more prize money, but hey, at least he's supportive, I guess.
Leviathan
Oh they are either his best friend or mortal enemyā¦ Sometimes both in the same day.
Our boy hates losing, can't stand it any better than Lucifer, you KNOW the second he knows there's someone out there who even has a chance of beating him, he gets serious. This is not a "friendly rivalry," MC.
When theyāre playing any game against each other, he'll call them by their gamertag/online persona to keep himself focused (yes, even if theyāre playing Monopoly). They can't be his MC right now, they gotta be the person he's going to beat...
He's NOT opposed to dirty tactics to win, either. Saying things that will get them mad or flustered mid-match? Check. Using his tail to distract or tease them? Check. Just being a general nuisance/annoyance in game for the hell of it? Guilty as charged!
He's both a sore winner AND a sore loser, so unfortunately MC, you really can't win here... He'll be obnoxious regardless of the outcome.
Howeverā¦ when theyāre on the same team, it's really something special. They don't just destroy the competition, they bulldoze over them like an armored tank barreling through rush hour traffic!
These two are legends in the online gaming community and have even started a streaming channel on the side. Sometimes your worst enemies also make the best allies... Who knew? š¤·āāļø
Satan
Is surprisingly impressed by their gaming prowess. Are they just supremely skilled or incredibly lucky, you thinkā¦?
That being said, he's not the biggest gaming man on the planet so he's not too competitive with them one way or the other.
When Satan plays a video game, he usually goes for story-based, single-person experiences anyway so it's not like he could compete with them even if he wanted to.
That being said, they do share an informal challenge of sorts when it comes to puzzle/detective games (a not so guilty pleasure of his). He likes to try and beat the levels first, so when they start playing a new one they'll both compare time spent and scores.
He even enjoys playing those Devildom-style AR murder mystery games with them! Itās pretty cute to watch Satan get into it, he dips into his inner Levi and cosplays as some of his favorite TV drama detectives for the occasion and insists they dress as his co-star (best just go along with him. Itās not a bad time, even if they have to carry around an old tobacco pipe for a few hours).
Asmodeus
Good at games? That sounds dangerously like they're another Leviā¦ š What about party games? Oh oh, or drinking games??
Actually scratch that. How about ANY game while drunk? That sounds pretty fun doesnāt it??
Like Drunk Truth or Dare!! Oh that's a favorite of hisā¦ š¤
To be fair to the MC, the booze does diminish their skills somewhat (because that's kind of what it does in general) but not by all that muchā¦ It's pretty impressive.
He once challenged them to a game of Drunk Twister figuring that they'd be too unsteady to actually win for once, but no. If anything, the alcohol must have numbed the stretching pains because they bent over him like a pretzel!
Not that he was complaining or anythingā¦ š
He likes to take the MC to parties where he knows a game or two will be played just to show off to the crowd and brag that theyāre HIS lovely, talented human! You go, MC, beat that competition to a pulp! š
Beelzebub
Sports count as games too, right? Well, they aren't half bad at those either.
Beel found it surprising that he found a human who could actually keep up with him. His brothers rarely want to play practice games with him anyway so itās pretty exciting to have a sports partner at home!
He likes to ask the MC to help him train with practice matches or to go over certain moves or maneuvers heās having trouble with. Itās not uncommon for the brothers to come home and find the two of them tossing a ball around in the front yard or something.
And the both of them on the same team? Forget it. It takes the dream team of Lucifer and Mammon (who arenāt just arguing with each other for once) to even come close to a challenge for them.
He also enjoys playing the occasional video game with them, though he treats it a lot like playing with Levi and just assumes heāll never win unless he gets lucky - which does happen from time to time.
He doesnāt mind losing that much as long as heās having fun, and if nothing else he can always win against them in an eating contestā¦ Heās got those on lockdown. Come atāem MC, heāll pack away an entire fridge before youāre done with your first plate. Try him.
Belphegor
So Belphie enjoys a good game or two - video-based or otherwise - it comes with the lazy-bastard territory. He may not be as skilled as Levi, but he can hold his own in some genres.
But heās given up on beating the MC looong ago.
Do you know how much practice it would take? How many hours that he would have to use?? The hours where he could be napping instead???Ā Yeah, no thanks. They can continue to be the reigning Super Smash Devils champion for all he cares.
Buuuut even he has to admit, itās pretty relaxing to watch the MC play something in the background... Thereās a certain sort of satisfaction to watching someone whoās good at a game just play it straight through.
If theyāre set up in Leviās room or the Common area then Belphie may come over, set his pillow up on the floor, and watch them play. He may even throw in a comment or two like, āYou missed a health pack,ā or āBetter save now,ā but other than that he likes to just let them do their thing.
The MC has had many an all-nighter with Belphie spectating until about 4am or so. Then heās dead to the world and they have to work out how to get his not-exactly-light demon ass onto a couchā¦
Or they can just leave him faceplanted and snoring on the floor. Up to them, really cause he did it to himself. š¤·āāļø
#obey me#obey me shall we date#shall-we-date-obey-me#obey me requests#obey me lucifer#obey me mammon#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmodeus#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphegor#obey me headcanons
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Your Bday Headcanons
started writing this when it was my bday but then it was the next day already lol
btw itās important to practice social distancing, so keep being safe, guys! luckily the bnha universe doesnāt have covid...
enjoy!!
word count: 821
Masterlist | Requests? open
Hawks
He already gets you random nick nacks on the daily, so he has to think really hard for your bday gift.Ā
Itās probably a piece of jewelry, since he likes shiny things
And itās EXPENSIVE! MANS WANNA SHOWER YOU WITH ALL THE FINEST THINGS IN LIFE!
Hawks is also really good at attention to detail, so he would probably get something that matches your style really well. You know, not one of those ugly infinity necklaces lolĀ
You guys either share an apartment, or he basically moved in to yours.Ā
His M.O. is all play and no work, so I think he would definitely fight tooth and nail to get the day off. Maybe Tokoyami and his sidekicks can handle it.Ā
Hawks has never really celebrated birthdays, so heās kind of at a loss what to doĀ
Luckily, your friends are here to help! A couple of your friends end up taking you out to get pampered, while a couple stay with him to decorate.Ā
They get your favorite colors for streamers and lots of confetti and balloons everywhere. They even rent a little arch with flowers.Ā
The cake! Very magnificent! Talking multi layer cake.Ā
No fondant thoĀ
All my homies hate fondant
Anyway, Keigo pretends he doesnāt know itās your birthday, and just tells you to go have fun with your friends
Youāre disappointed, ready to have a shit time, but when you come in the house at 8 youāre a bit buzzed and you really had a good time hanging w ya friends at the club (or wherever they took you)
All the lights are off when yāall come back to your apt and your friend pushes you insideĀ
āHey what the fuck wasāā
āSUPRISEEEEE!!!ā The lights flash on and all your friends are there with confetti poppers, hawks in the middle.
āHappy birthday, baby bird,ā he says, stepping forward to dip you into a kissĀ
āAww, KeāHawks, I thought you forgot me š„ŗš„ŗš„ŗāĀ
āIād never forget something as important as this! Donāt be silly. Letās eat some cake!ā
Keigo insists you open his present first.
Itās wrapped real prettily, you highly doubt he did it himself haha
Itās a beautiful necklace/earring set and he helps you put it on
All your friends gush how cute it is!!!
After the festivities, youāre tuckered out, practically laying on the couch with Keigo
Heās petting your hair softly, and whispers āhappy birthday, baby. weāre going to spend them all together, okay?ā
Dabi
Much more chill than Keigoās, I mean itās basically you and him against the worldĀ
You wake up to the smell of bacon and waffles and eggsĀ
So good! Dabiās actually a pretty decent cook, he just never uses his skills
The sun streams into the bedroom and you slip a pair of slippers on your feet
Walking out to the kitchen, heās singing a silly song and you giggleĀ
āDoll, you were supposed to stay in bed so I could give you breakfast in bed :(ā
āAww, is big bad villain Dabi gonna pamper me today? He knows itās my birthday?ā you jest
āYeah, yeah, donāt get used to it. Happy birthday, weirdo,ā he rolls his eyes, and leaning forward to give you a kiss on the forehead
āThank you, babyā
Dabi just hums in reply and plates yours and his breakfastĀ
Youāre both on the couch having small talk and enjoying the morningĀ
Lazy day in generalĀ
He gives you your gift at a random time during the dayĀ
Your eyes are closed from just blinking or something and you feel a box being pressed into your handsĀ
Dabs really isnāt a sentimental guy but he really felt he needed to get you something important, especially because you understood him like nobody elseĀ
Itās really cheesy, but thereās so much effort put into itĀ
Itās one of those surprise exploding boxes
Filled with pictures of yāall and some sappy written things
Thereās a gift card to Starbucks/Fav fast food chain taped to the bottom of the lidājust in case you didnāt like the actual giftĀ
Dabi gets a really good kiss for that giftĀ
āItās okay?ā
āOf course it is. I love it! I love you!ā
āHereās to (age), baby dollā
Later, he uber eats your favorite dinner and takes you to the drive ins to see a film
Youāre cuddled up with a plethora of blankets and pillows in the bed of a truck (where did the truck come from? itās certainly not hisā¦)
Itās basically midnight and only a couple other cars are in the lot with yāallĀ
You even see a shooting star!
#dabi#hawks#dabi x reader#dabi x y/n#touya x you#hawks x reader#hawks x y/n#keigo x you#keigo takami#toya todoroki#bnha#Headcanon#boku no hero academia#fanfiction#writing#bnha headcanons
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Remember Me (Becca x MC)
So, weird story. I was randomly browsing tumblr one time when this ask pops out at the top of the screen (req about amnesia au Beccaās POV). It wasnāt even related to anything I was reading but checked my inbox and it wasnāt there. Most probably the ask isnāt for me but still wrote it just in caseĀ š
PS if someone DID send me this ask, kindly drop me a message just so I know Iām not seeing things š
PPS Iām trying out a new writing style and Iām not sure if itās any good so Iād really appreciate any feedback š„ŗ (this will be a mini series too, I think, since the angst potential is definitely there š)
PPPS title is inspired from the song in Coco just cause Iāve been playing it a lot on piano recently
tag list: @whackawriting @samanthadalton @crazzyplays @uselesslesbianfr @baexpoppy @alexroyard @alexlabhont @veenastĀ @noixngn @sillyandcutewizardstuffs (If you wanna be added or removed or just prefer a certain ship just let me know ā¤ļø)
Pairing: Becca x MC (Emily)
Word Count: 2090
I don't remember what happened, nor know where I am, but I hear shouting, lots of it. I try to move, but my body feels completely numb; the only thing I can feel is the trickle of liquid that splatters across my face. Rain? I open my eyes strenuously, but all I can see past my blurry vision are brown eyes glistening with tears. I can't quite make out her face, but for some reason, seeing her cry sends a flurry of emotions that hurt more than my throbbing head. I try to open my mouth, hoping to provide comfort somehow, but no words come out. She is saying something over and over again, something about leaving? But my head hurts too much to be able to comprehend. A siren then blares from a distance, growing louder by the second as flashes of red cloud my vision. And that is when everything turns black.
I slowly open my eyesāstill reeling from the nightmare that somehow felt too realāand harsh, blinding lights immediately greet me. I hastily shut my eyes back and suddenly become well aware of the ache engulfing my entire body. It isn't before long that I realize that someone is holding my hand, tracing lazy circles against my skin ever so often. I try to move it but only manage to lift a finger, and at once, the grip tightens and becomes still for a moment before I hear a voiceā How can a voice sound so familiar... yet so strange? It's saying my name, urgent and gentle at the same time as though I might break at any second. I try to open my eyes, but exhaustion grips me powerless. And soon, I succumb to its fiery grasp as I slip back into slumber.
When I wake up again, I already feel much stronger than before. The ache in my body has turned into a dull hum as if sharp nails are gently caressing my skin, enough to be felt but not to hurt. I look around the room, panic swelling in my chest as I take in the sight of different medical equipment looming around my bed and needles sticking out of my arm. I fight the urge to squirm as I take big, calming breaths, ignoring how the four white walls seem to close in on me. Thankfully, the door opens, and a nurse walks in, temporarily distracting me from my distress. She smiles upon seeing me awake and walks towards me.
"Welcome back, Ms. Davenport. How are you feeling?"
"Wāwhere am I?" I ask weakly.
"In the hospital. A month ago, you were involved in a car crash, and your head was hurt pretty badly," the nurse says sympathetically. She is now taking my vitals, scribbling something on her chart from time to time.
Car crash?
I scrunch my eyes, trying to remember, but the harder I try, the more my head hurts.
"Wait. A month? Are you saying that I've been here... for a month?"
The nurse nods. "You've been unconscious the entire time. But your vitals now are looking good. The doctor will just run a few tests to make sure we don't miss anything."
I stay quiet for a while, my mind still processing everything the nurse just said, which has only raised new questions.
"Your friends and family were really worried about you, you know. There wasn't a day when you didn't have any visitors. Especially that special friend of yours you were in the car with." The nurse turns towards me, holding a pen against her chin. "What was her name? EmāEmma, I think? She barely left your side. She actually just went to grab some food before you woke up."
...I don't know any Emma, but I don't tell her that.
"What about my parents?"
"Your mom and sister usually visit during the evening."
"And my father?"
The nurse shakes her head. "I don't think I've ever seen your father."
The nurse leaves after a while, and the doctor comes inside the room shortly. I answer a few questions before I'm escorted outside to take some tests. Afterward, the nurse leads me back to my room and gently guides me to bed.
"Would you like me to call in your visitors?" the nurse asks.
I nod.
The nurse goes out, and soon my mom walks in followed byā
"Emily." I frown. "What the hell are you doing here?"
Both of them stop in their tracks. My mom looks at me in concern and confusion, while Emily looks like I just punched her in the gut.
Anger bubbles up inside me as a realization comes to mind. "Yāyou. You're the one who did this, aren't you? You're the reason I'm here."
A guilty look flickers across her face, confirming my suspicions. And before I can stop myself, I shout at her to leave, but she stands there motionless, tears threatening to spill from her eyes.
"Go get the doctor," my mom tells her, which snaps her out of her shock. She scurries out of the room at the same time my mom starts walking towards me.
"Why is she here, Mom?"
My mom stops at the side of the bed and reaches out to stroke my hair. "Honey, the accident was not her fault."
"But she was there with me..."
"Yes."
"Why?"
My mom's hand goes still, resting on top of my head. "Becca, what was the last thing you remember?"
"I..." I close my eyes and think hard for a moment. "IāI remember hosting the Kappa party. But that doesn't make any sense. Why would I leave with Emily?"
A brief look of panic flashes across her eyes.
"Mom? What's wrong?"
My mom smiles at me, but it looks forced. "It's nothing, sweetie. The doctor will be here soon."
But I can see that she's trying her best to keep calmāthe look on her face similar to when she would talk to my little sister and me right after we would hear her and dad fight.
The doctor comes in a little while later, asking a bunch of questions similar to my mom's. They then do more tests on me, and I grow scared by the minute, not understanding what the hell is going on. Eventually, I'm back in my room alone, my mom and the doctor staying outside to talk. After some time, they enter the room, and my mom sits beside me, taking my hand as the doctor walks towards the other side of the bed.
I look at my mom, drained from all the medical tests I went through the entire day. "What's happening, Mom? I'm scared."
My mom squeezes my hand and gives me a reassuring smile. "The doctor will explain it to you, sweetie. But I'll be right here the whole time." She then gives a single nod to the doctor.
The doctor smiles at me politely. "How are you feeling, Becca?"
I stare at him, suddenly annoyed at being asked the same question over and over again.
"Right then." The doctor clears his throat. "During the accident, your brain was affected more than we initially thought." He pauses, and I meet his gaze, willing him to go straight to the point. "It seems like you have retrograde amnesia, meaning that you have no memory of the past three years of your life."
The doctor goes on and on about the technicalities, but I'm not listening anymore. His voice is reduced to background noise as I repeat his words inside my head, trying to grasp the implications of what he just said. I prop myself up, looking wildly around the room, tugging at my shirt as if it would help me breathe. But it doesn't. My body feels numb, which is why I almost don't notice my mom pulling me into a tight hug, stroking my back comfortingly as she whispers reassurances. I focus on her voice, forcing myself to take deep breaths as I slowly begin to calm down. I pull away after some time, recomposing myself as I find my voice.
"Three years," I whisper.
"We'll help you recover your memories, honey. But for now, you can ask me anything you like."
"IāI think I just need some rest."
My mom nods, helping me settle back in bed before she leaves, promising to be back tomorrow.
Sleep comes easy to me, and I wake up the next day with Madison sitting at the chair next to my bed, browsing her phone.
"Hey, Maddie."
She looks up from her phone, a smile lighting up her face before she practically jumps out of her chair to hug me. "Becca!"
"Ow, that... kinda hurts."
When she pulls away from me, her eyes are teary.
"Sorry, I just missed you so much. You were gone for so long! I thoughtā"
"Hey, hey, none of that," I say, smiling at her.
She pulls the chair closer to my bed and sits down. "How are you, Becca? Your mom told me about your... condition."
I stare at the ceiling. "Yeah, it sucks." I snap my head back to her. "Tell me something. Do we still hang out a lot?"
"We still meet up from time to time. Not as much as we used to, though," Madison says, smiling sadly.
I nod. "Who do I usually hang out with now?"
"Emily."
I furrow my eyebrows. "Did we become close friends or something?"
"Oh, right. You've only been together for like two years," Madison murmurs contemplatively. "She's your girlfriend, Becca."
I let the information sink in. "You have got to be kidding me." I stare at her wide-eyed. "HowāWhatāWhy?"
Madison recounts our 'love story,' each detail more absurd than the last. I don't want to believe any of it, but Emily as my girlfriend... it actually explains everything. I rub my temples. How the hell did that happen? I remember like it was yesterday when she tried to steal Chris away from me. And now... and now...
"Maddie? Can you do me a favor and grab me something to eat? I'm starving."
Madison smiles. "Of course."
Madison goes out in a while, leaving me alone with my thoughts.
***
After a few more days of recovery, I am finally allowed to leave the hospital. Despite my protests, my mom explains that I will have to stay with Emily and her friends at what I assume has been my home for the past two years. She explains that she prefers for someone to look after me constantly, and she will not be able to do that with her job and all.
Outside the hospital, I find Emily waiting near a car; her eyes are bloodshot, as if she hasn't slept a wink in days. When she sees me approaching, her face immediately brightens up. Our gazes lock briefly before I turn back to my mom.
"Are you sure I can't stay with you?"
My mom smiles sadly. "I'm sorry, honey. I wish you could, but..."
"It's okay, I understand."
"Look, I know you don't remember, but these people you've been living with... they care about you very much.ā
I nod.
My mom pulls me into a hug before guiding me inside the car, shutting the door afterward. She and Emily talk for a brief moment outside, and I watch as she hugs Emily before walking away. Emily steps into the passenger seat.
Zack, who is sitting in the driver's seat, turns around and smiles at me warmly. "I'm glad you're back."
I shift uncomfortably, ignoring his gaze. "Thanks."
We drive home silently, awkwardness saturating the car space. Upon arriving, I observe the details of the house, seeing if it sparks any memories... but nothing. I see Emily looking at me intently, probably thinking the same thing. They then lead me inside the house, and I step in hesitantly, taking in the surroundings, which vary immensely from the sorority house, the last place I lived based on my memories. Emily guides me to my room, lingering near me as I open the door.
"Beccaā"
I turn towards her. "Please don't. I know you think I'm your girlfriend. Aāand I guess I was. But as far as I remember, I don't like you at all. So I would appreciate it if you just leave me alone." I turn around and go inside my room, shutting the door behind me. I then lie on the bed, trying to forget how the light dimmed out of Emily's eyes as I broke her heart.
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Confessions
Pairings : Reader x Bakugou
Writing Style : 1st Person and 3rd Person
Warning : A Lot of Swearing
Word Count : 3639
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Y/n's POV
" I Just don't Know what To do Izuku! You're Telling Me He Likes me but he barely even takes a glance at me! The bad thing is that whenever I try approaching him... Or even expressing my Love for him... He screams bloody murder and roasts me like there's no tomorrow! " I complained as I buried my face within my palms .
I was on the verge of tears simply because of a shitty crush. I felt Izuku's Hand caress my head as He stared down at me with a sympathetic gaze.
" There, There y/n. Let it all out " He muttered making me want to cry even more but I wasn't done venting.
" I've been chasing him ever since we were in middle school! Ironic how I give nothing but love but receive pain instead... I think... I should finally Give up" I whispered the last part and Izuku's movements were put in a halt.
" Really? After everything you've been doing for him? You'll just give up?! That's not you y/n! You're the type of person who fights with everything you've got without losing hope! And that's pretty admirable! I may not be as close with Kaachan as I was before but I know for a fact that he likes you too and is just too... Errr... Umm... How do I say this? Uhh He just has a really big Ego to admit it " He tried lifting my spirit up but I was tired. My heart was tired and I just wanted to... Give up or maybe Just Rest for a couple of weeks.
" Yeah? Well you think pretty Highly of Me Izuku.... But I'm weak too you know and there are battles I must quit.... I'll just try to recollect myself and rest for a few weeks Or so, I'll have to set my Priorities straight too... Ya know... If you get what I mean and all " I chuckled trying to mask the pain and it was futile. Izuku can read me like an open book.
He gave me a solemn look before nodding. This little cinnamon roll is just too kind and understanding, he even accompanied me to this very cafe we were in when he saw me looking down coming out of the Dorms.
" I get it, People need to cool off from time to time " He gave me a small smile and I returned it with a grin.
" Hey! You know there's this Carnival That was set up last week and it's their last day today! I had two tickets and tried inviting Katsuki.... I mean Bakugou Yesterday and he almost blew these tickets away.... It would be a waste if we don't use it so why don't we start my Personal Growth and healing by having Fun!? " I exclaimed and Izuku looked genuinely as excited as me.
" Really!? Sure! I'd like to go! It's been awhile since I actually had fun because of all the Pressure and Stress! " He smiled and I grabbed his hand immediately and dragged him out of the cafe and Off to The carnival we Go!.
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" Man! And Don't even get me started on the Food there! Although the Almight Mascot looked Really Weird it was still fun! " I Beamed as Izuku opened the front door.
" Yeah! And the Fireworks were awesome Too! I'm really glad we hung out today! " He bashfully stated as we simultaneously stepped inside .
" And Where have you two gone to? Maybe you shouldn't have came back if you'd show up in the middle of the damn night " Aizawa sensei suddenly appeared out of nowhere making me and Izuku flinch in shock.
" W-why... Hello there sensei " Midoriya stuttered fear ridden as he glanced down at me.
' Shit we're screwed '
" Guys! I believe it was extremely irresponsible to be gone without a word and come back at an unearthly hour! You could have atleast sent one of us a message or even answered Our calls! So we wouldn't be this anxious of your arrival! " Iida Sped walked towards me and Izuku and that's when we noticed that everyone was still up and gathered in the common room.
" We were so worried about you guys! We thought a villain took you or something! "
" Not cool dude, Aizawa Sensei almost flipped and called out a search team to look for you guys "
" You could have told us before you left "
Came the concerned comments of our classmates. It made my heart swell up with Joy and at the same time Guilt.
" We're so Sorry! " Me and Izuku yelled in Sync bowing our heads.
" It was my fault! I forgot my phone in my room! And Izuku was just accompanying me to a small cafe in town... And I invited him to go have fun at the carnival... To Distress.... I didn't think you guys would be this worried but thank you for worrying about us! " I yelled an apology and Izuku was fast to take the blame.
" No it's my fault! I turned off my phone and left without informing anyone and without thinking of the consequences! Neither me and y/n were aware of the time. We won't do it again! We're sorry guys" Izuku frowned as I placed my hand on his shoulder.
With a sigh Aizawa gave us a stern look scratching the back of his head before speaking.
" Look, this better not happen again or else you two will be in serious trouble. You're lucky tomorrow's a Sunday so No school . Just make sure to say something next time and not disappear without a trace "
" Yes sensei! " Izuku answered while I nodded my head vigorously.
As Aizawa continued his Lecture my eyes drifted towards the crowd of my classmates and what surprised me was that Bakugou was Present. He was awake. Did he actually give a fuck?... No he's probably dragged into this by Kaminari or Kirishima.
After a long 30 minutes of sermon Aizawa sensei finally let us go.
In the end everyone returned to their rooms and Before I went to mine I gave Izuku a Hug as a ' Thank you for being there for me ' and I was unaware of a pair of crimson red eyes staring at us.
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The Next Day
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I heard knocking on my door which forced me to wake up and open the door and to my surprise it was Izuku and Uraraka.
" Morning Guys.... What brings you here? " I yawned blinking my eyes as the two chuckled at my messy appearance.
Bed hair, oversized t shirt and drool on the corner of my lips.
" We came here to invite you for breakfast! Everyone is gathered in the common room! You're a pretty heavy sleeper! Jirou and Momo tried waking you up earlier and there was no answer " Uraraka explained but still, sleep was very much alive in my system and I just gave a lazy nod before hanging again.
" Looks like she's still Tired Uraraka, you go on ahead we'll catch up with you" Izuku offered and Uraraka was fast to jolt away a from us.
" Ok! But you better not let her go back to sleep Deku! Everyone's counting on you to wake her up! " Uraraka yelled as she headed downstairs.
I was swaying back and forth with my eyes half lidded and I had a sudden urge to sleep on the floor.
" Still sleepy? " Izuku asked and fortunately I was still awake enough to give him a nod.
" Wanna get on my back? I'll carry you down stairs so you'll have time to rest " He offered while turning his back against me and bending down.
Without hesitation I fell on his back and subconsciously wrapped my arms around his neck and my head resting on his back.
I felt his scarred hand grip my thighs and he lifted me off the ground and started walking.
Honestly I didn't know how long it took him to get to the common room but I was happy I had a really nice friend to carry me like this.
" Wow, Midoriya when we told you to get Y/n we didn't know you'd actually ' Get ' Her " The familiar Voice of Kaminari commented and I was thankfully awake or more like I forced myself to be awake.
I peeked my eyes at him and stuck my tongue out.
" Yeah you're just jealous cause Izuku is Carrying me " I retorted and Izuku's chest vibrated in a small chuckle.
" You two a Thing Now or something? " Mina grinned pointing at us with her chopsticks.
" No Mina we're not a Thing. We're People " I countered and she gave a light laugh.
" Smart move y/n. Smart move "
" Do you want me to put you down now? " Izuku asked as he looked back at me and I shook my head.
" No, I like being carried by you. You're really warm " I smirked and the poor boy's face overheated with embarrassment.
" Oo~ are you sure you two aren't a Thing? " Uraraka Teased giving me and Izuku a suggestive wink.
" So you're dumping Bakugou for Midoriya or something? " Kaminari crackled with laughter and the whole room fell into a cold silence.
As if everyone knew something I should be aware of.
" Me and Bakugou aren't Dating in the first place, I don't think we'll ever be together too " I confidently stated and I could hear gasps and the shock faces of my classmates didn't go unnoticed.
" S-She called him Bakugou and Not Katsuki! " Mineta Yelled in panic as he stared at me with wide eyes.
Suddenly a loud bang was heard from one of the tables. Specifically the Table Bakugou was on.
He had slammed his hand on the table along with his chopsticks and he was seething with so much anger and... Are my eyes lying? Is that jealousy!?.
" I ain't fucking hungry! " He yelled and stood up violently that the chair fell off.
He started stomping his way towards us. I was never afraid of Him.... Well not until Now atleast.
" Deku " He growled lowly and I could feel Izuku tremble.
Immediately, I got down from his back and when Katsuki was close enough I stepped infront of Izuku.
" Stay Back Bitch! " He hissed and I stood my ground.
" No you Stay back Asshole! What is your problem!? Why don't you mind your own fucking Business! " I snapped harshly poked his Chest with each word I uttered.
He glared at me tiny sparks popping on his palms.
What he said next was something I have never expected him to say.
" You are My goddamn Business You Little Shit! Hanging around with Deku the whole Night making me worry about your shitty ass! And now you're clinging onto him like a stupid fucking Koala! Can't you see how jealous I am!? Can't you drill it in your pretty little head that you're Fucking Mine! " His voice rang through every corner of the common room.
Everyone was silent for a few seconds. My eyes were wide and full of disbelief.
" Finally, Took Him a long time to actually confess... It was kinda getting painful to watch " Kaminari mumbled but it was loud enough for me to hear.
" Dude, it was so manly confessing to her infront of everyone. Bakugou is a true man " Came another comment from one of my classmates, Kirishima.
Katsuki was glaring at me his Chest rising and falling at a visible way clearly indicating how aggravated he was.
His crimson eyes held a lot of swirling emotions, Jealousy, Anger, Betrayal and Possessiveness.
" ..... Excuse you!? " I managed to voice out and he tried grabbing me but I was quick to evade his hand.
" No! And Just when I finally decided to give up on you. You decide to throw all this bullshit infront of me Bakugou Fucking Katsuki! No you listen here you Egotistical Haughty Son of a Bitch! I suffered through every shitty insult and pain you threw my way because I loved you and when I'm at my limit and ready to go you give me this!? all you gave me was pain and honestly I'm not a masochistic bitch to accept it with open arms how but my middle finger huh?!. Damn you and your very confusing and petty way of claiming me! That is not happening! You hear me!? So suck it up Bakuhoe and Go Fuck yourself " I actually felt proud of myself but that was the first time I actually raised my voice or even cursed infront of everyone in the first place so their dumbfounded expression didn't really surprised me.
" Wow.... Your girl's as good at Cursing as you are Bakugou " Sero was the first to comment and that pissed me off.
" I'm not his 'Girl' " I emphasized the girl part with a hint of mockery.
" Yet " Bakugou added making me glare at him.
" Fuck you " I grumbled turning around to walk away in victory thinking I had won the fight.
But before I could even take one step forward I was slung over Bakugou's Shoulder hanging upside down.
" Put me down you Fucking Asshole! " I yelled as he carried me away from the common room.
" Hey! " I grab hold of his blonde hair which was surprisingly soft and gave it a harsh tug which earned me a groan from him.
" Bitch! " He yelled slapping my butt making me gasp.
" I should get you mad more often, That was hot " He commented as if he hadn't just slapped my butt.
The nerve of this fucker.
" Put me down!" I growled as he proceeded to carry me upstairs.
" Now don't think I'm done with you just yet. I have to get my sweet revenge because you hung out with Fucking Deku and let him touch you! " He barked as I felt him tighten his hold on my fleshy thigh.
I tried everything I could, from squirming to kicking to punching his back but the guy is a Fucking wall and didn't even budge.
" Stop it Bitch! Save your energy for later. You're gonna need it " He muttered making me react violently. Until he had enough of it and slammed my back to the nearest wall with his strong muscular arms trapping me I'm between with his body a bit too close to mine.
His face was inches away and I visibly gulped turning my face to the side as his breathe fanned my cheek.
" Bakugou I'm warning you. I'm gonna do something YOU'RE gonna regret if you don't let me go " I had managed to say without stuttering and I mentally Pat myself on the back for my strong tone.
" Fuck it y/n. You really think I'd let you get away after Saying all that shit and defending Deku!? After you hopped onto his back like you're HIS!? Well you're Fucking Mine! You got that!? " He yelled making me groan. His voice was too loud and I think my ears are gonna bleed.
" You asked for it! " I yelled back as I prepared to kick him where the sun don't shine but I didn't even get to raise my leg halfway when he pulled me down by my leg and pressed his body against mine even more.
Right now I had no way of moving with my leg trapped against his thighs holding me in place.
" Oh? Was that your Great Fucking Move? Well it's pretty pathetic so kick and scream all you want. I'm claiming you right now " Using his hand he raked my locks down and gripped onto my hair roughly forcing me to face him and his lips had already connected with mine.
His kiss was rough, dominating with a tinge of passion and jealousy. Moving his lips at a better angle his other hand trailed down to squeeze my hips.
I ressisted. I really did but after awhile of him kissing me I melted. My hands wrapping themselves around his neck my chest squeezed with his toned chest. Both of his hands resting on my waist as I stood on my tippy toes kissing him back with the same intensity.
Opening my mouth to give him access he didn't waste a second to slip his tongue inside my claiming his new domain. His tongue wrestled with my own and soon gaining dominance as he continued the rough kiss.
It was a very angry kiss with lots of jealousy coming from him.
When we finally pulled away breathless and panting his intense crimson orbs pierced mine a smug smirk slowly rigging on the corners of his mouth.
" Still refusing me after that? After you willingly kissed me back? After clinging onto me for dear life? " He was either mocking me or teasing me but either way it pissed me off.
" Katsuki I'm gonna rip your throat off if you keep that up " I glared at him but I guess actions spoke louder than words because my neck was still wrapped around his neck and my body still pressed against his.
" Yeah right and a moment ago you called me Bakugou now look who's calling me Katsuki again " He sneered and I tried retreating my hand away from his neck to push him away but he beat me to it; grabbing my arms and using it as leverage to pull me closer towards him.
" I know I did some pretty fucked up shit. I'm not the best person at expressing these shitty feelings I have for you but I will make it up to you, I'm s-soow.... S-sooo.... Rrr... Eeyyyy " The way he forced out a ' I'm sorry ' got me laughing so hard .
He didn't appreciate that because his cheeks were tinted red form embarrassment and anger.
" You Fucking bitch! Don't laugh at me! I'm trying! " He yelled as I continued laughing.
Yeah, seeing him like that was new and hilarious.
My laughter was cut off when I felt his warm lips press a kiss on my cheek.
He looked to his side his eyes avoiding mine.
" Don't Fucking laugh cause I mean it though.... I'll make it up to you.... " He muttered the faint red color of his cheeks still present.
A smile formed on my lips as I stared at him fondly. A small pinkish tint coating my own cheeks but me being me I ruined the moment with a bitchy remark.
" Yeah why don't you practice saying Sorry first while not sounding like you were about to take the biggest shit of your life " I retorted and because of that I began laughing once again and he was raging. Screaming at me to stop laughing but I couldn't help it. He did deserve it after all.
I'm pretty sure I'll get more of my little revenge in the future....
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Bonus :
" Deku.... I know you care about those two and You're a hardcore shipper but... What you did though... Was it on purpose? " Uraraka asked taking another bite of her pancakes as they listened to the two bicker.
" Who knows " Izuku answered with a contented smile on his face.
" Huh... You're a bit suicidal for doing that but I respect you man. Bakugou finally confessed it was getting pretty sad to watch him act all tough and pretending he doesn't like her " Sero chuckled.
" Hopefully those two will stay strong from now on... " Momo took a sip of her tea and everyone silently agreed with her.
" So.... Do you think they're Fucking? " Mineta suddenly brought up the topic which caused Tsu to slap him with her Tongue.
" Mineta-kun you're being a pervert again" Tsu muttered staring at the purple headed boy.
" Hahahahha! " Denki and Mina suddenly came down stairs holding a camera.
" You guys wanna see what they were doing upstairs? " Denki asked while laughing.
" Dude, invading other people's privacy is Not manly " Kirishima stated bit he couldn't help but be curious.
" .... What happened though? " Kirishima asked taking a peek at the camera.
" Oh you know, They kissed and Bakugou tried saying sorry but it was an epic fail! " Mina laughed and on cue Y/n came running down with an in raged Bakugou trailing hot on her tail.
" Come Back here! " Bakugou barked trying to grab hold of the girl.
" I was being honest when I said you need practice in saying sorry! You look like you're about to shit Bricks! " She yelled merely avoiding the hand of Bakugou that was centimeters away from holding her.
" Drama and Breakfast in the morning sure is pretty Good. But Drama, Breakfast and Comedy in the Morning is The best! " Denki chuckled watching the two interact.
" Oh boy... I have a feeling everything is going to be a lot more louder here than usual " Izuku sighed .
#bnha x reader#bnha imagine#Bakugou x Reader#Katsuki Bakugou#Katsuki Bakugou x Reader#Jealousy#Romance#Bnha#Slight Midoriya x Reader#Boku no Hero Academia#My Hero Academia#Oneshot#BNHA Oneshot
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05:23 am with kun ā”
nct's kun x gn!reader (i got inspired when researching about hades & persephoneās myth/story for a project as well as watching an unhealthy amount of apartment tour videos on youtube while feeling incredibly lonely + the songs listed below)
alternate title: the devil i know well
genre: a tiny bit of angst. mainly fluff. non idol au. demon boyfriend!au.
word count: 800~
playlist: door by caroline polachek, nightime by oklou & backseat by charli xcx ft. carly rae jepsen.
warnings: none. lower case intended.
a/n: hello again yes im back & way sooner than i thought :)) tysm for giving love to odd counterpoises, in all honesty i didnt expect ppl to like it nor did i expect that much attention given to it it bc tbh it was kinda rushed, but bc of that i immediately got motivated to do this fic & better this time i promise ā” this fic was actually supposed to be a winwin fic but after seeing kick back & getting aggressively biased wrecked i just had to give it to kun & plus i felt it fit better :(( hope u enjoy!!! oh & i almost forgot to mention but did yall see that one vid w kun w red hair omg pls
your eyes struggle to stay open and focused on the television in front of you. it plays some sort of dramatic film that you havenāt been paying attention to. but itās not like you remember any of the other plots of the previous films from awhile ago anyway. you were simply trying to stay awake, waiting for your boyfriend to come home. but with the given hour, you easily start to doze off, your body disregarding the cup of coffee you took 2 hours ago.
āfunny, i knew that iād find you here.ā
your head snaps up and meets kunās gaze. heās at the door way removing his black blazer, hanging it on one of the hooks by the entrance. you look at him in awe as he unbuttons a few buttons of his white dress shirt. for a demon, he looks incredibly angelic, even in the dim lighting. his hair is red with messy waves, his glasses are resting on the tip of his nose and his yellow eyes seem more tired than usual. he removes his shoes and walks over to you, planting a kiss on your forehead.
ādid you sleep alright today?ā you stay silent for a bit, eliciting a laugh from him (which shows off a bit of his cute fangs) and continues before you can even object. ādonāt you dare lie. itās so easy to tell.ā
āstop making fun of me,ā you pout, crossing your arms and turning away. his heart wavers, youāre too adorable for him to handle.
āno, no. i just think that itās cute that you stay up for me.ā he smiles, turning to you again, tucking a stand of heir behind your ear lovingly. āas much as i should be scolding youā¦ i canāt help but be flattered that you do this for me. i know its been kinda hard that we canāt see each other as much as weād and itās a bit annoying that hell is nocturnal but at least i have something to look forward to when my day ends.ā
he runs his thumb over your burning cheek as you take your finger to push up the bridge of his glasses which were threatening to fall off. āanyway, dearest one, letās get to bed. iām not gonna let you fall asleep on the couch like last time,ā he starts to lift you off bridal style. āwill you come with, though?ā you ask, resting your head in the crook of his neck, starting to doze off again. āduh. going to bed is a group activity, you dummy.ā he snickers as you flick one of the small horns on his forehead in retaliation, too lazy to argue.
reaching the masterās room, he sets you gently on the bed, watching as you settle in the blankets. he moves to the other side, setting his glasses on the nightstand, then climbing in as well. āiāll change later. iāve waited the entire day for this.ā
you lift up the other side of the blanket and welcome him in. on instinct the both of you easily attach to each other. your head nuzzled in his neck, and his cheek resting on youāre forehead. he sighs in content.
āoh, have i told you that i love you today?ā
āyou said it earlier, before you left.ā
āwell, iām saying it again. i love you so, so, much and i want things to be like this forever.ā
you pause for a moment, eyes now wide open. you look up at him. āyouāre getting sappy so suddenly again, whatās wrong?ā
āno, no, itās fine. thereās just a lot on my mind, thatās all.ā he sighs, the mood slowly shifting.
āyou know you can tell me, right? you donāt have to, but it might make you feel better? promise.ā
he looks at you and takes a deep breath, taking his hands and cupping your cheeks, making you look straight into his golden irises.
ālike i said, i love you. i really do. but youāre a human and iām a demon. other demons will try to have a go at you, angels will try to come āsave youā from me, and humans will see you as a victim.ā he pauses for a bit before continuing. ābut i donāt care about any of that. i love you, and that's all that matters. i will forever move heaven, hell and earth to keep us together.ā he speaks softly and slowly, a tone that assures you completely despite the initial fear.
ābut please,ā he shushes you, placing your head back gently on his shoulder, beginning to stroke your hair. āi donāt want any of us to worry about that. right now itās time for bed, you havenāt slept at all and iāve had a busy day.ā
āmhm, alright. i love you lots, beb.ā you place a sleepy kiss on his lips as he smiles into it.
āgoodnight lovely, i love you too. so, so much,ā he whispers as you both fall into a deep slumber.
Ā© perhapsthanatos (efa)
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Two Drifters | 3/3 Jeronica Secret Santa
@fangstomysweetpea oh my god.... its finally time!!!Ā
The moment iāve been aching for is finally here and i am HYPE
Happy Christmas my dear Tumblr-friend, I hope you enjoy this jeronica playlist/au/riverdale rewrite.
A couple things first, the descriptions on each song are just an outline as to whats happening in that moment/what the song calls for. Also, this is like a story, so its not really something you can play on shuffle lol. Iām confident you didnāt really need theseĀ āinstructionsā lmao, just want you to have a bomb-ass jeronica experience XDD
Also, you donāt have to āfollowā the descriptions when you think them out, you can completely take the reigns too if youād like!
So.... here ya go!!
https://open.spotify.com/playlist/1MflcKtyBDRjnP0giX03X4?si=ZcsD0GfxR0KevhgDpTZVKQ
And here are the descriptions-
Oxford Comma-
Locking eyes for the first timeā¦ wow. Just- everything is in slow motion.
Baby Doll-
Slow dancing in Popās after the dance. (V goes to Popās instead of Archie)
Can I call you tonight?-
Jughead and Veronicaās moments of glee when they finally set up a date with each other. Veronica squeals and jumps up and down, Jughead punches the air, they both fall down on the bed with blissful looks on their faces. Two cinnamon rolls.
āSo, Iāll call you tonight?ā
āYes! *Too enthusiastic- calm down Veronica* Yes. Call me tonight.ā
*Que music*
Just Like a Movie-
Jughead calls this their theme song one day when theyāre just hanging out in the student lounge as a joke.
Scrawny-
Veronica calls this Jugheadās theme song in response, they have a good laugh and Jughead rolls his eyes at the lyrics A LOT.
Space Girl-
Jughead calls this Veronicaās theme song- because sheās āoUt oF tHiS worLD!ā.
She smacks his arm for being so cheesy.
Good Morning-
The morning after they do the āhorizontal tangoā with each other for the first time, they dance in Veronicaās kitchen, knowing all the words- only to be interrupted by an amused Hermione Lodge.
Unforgettable-
Their first Christmas together, spent snowed in at The Pembrooke. But honestly, they donāt mind.
Shake it out-
Jughead and Veronica cry together after her parents blackmail them/force them to break up. #parentssuck.
Your star-
Coping with the breakup, newsflash- they arenāt, or when they are... they donāt go the healthiest route. So. Much. Angst.
Rare-
Veronica changes up her style a little bit, which really is just lower cut tops, just trying to forget about Jughead- does a lil sexy performance singing to this at a pep rally.
Out the door-
Jughead never leaving the depressional stage of grief. Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā
+ Exchanging broken looks that just scream āIām not over you.ā
I canāt get you off my mind-
Drunkenly hooking up at a party because their tension recently had just beenā¦ w o w
Drugs-
Sneaking around- sexy times ;)
Why Do You Love Me-
Having a screaming match, then a very angry/hot makeup session, then very angry sex XD
The Wind-
After some hOrIzOnTaL TaNGo at Sweetwater River, they admit that they canāt keep away from each other, saying that they love each other for the first time- followed by Veronica crying tears of joy cuz sheās never done that before- and that theyāre going to work everything out, together. They just hold each other after that.
āI love you, Princess.ā
Veronica props herself on her elbow to face him (they were laying down before)
Jughead sees her widened eyes. āY-you donāt have to say it back, I know its ha-ā
āI love you too, Jugā
You and I-
Montage of working at Popās for summer, ending with a jam sesh in Jugheadās trailer- Veronica just in his shirt and Jughead just in his sweats. FP comes in, surprised to see Veronica, but welcomes her easily. FP and Veronica bond, and he embarrasses Jug with some baby photos. While Jugās probably beet-red, he canāt help but completely oggle at Veronica- happy that they donāt have to hide from his dad anymore.
Start a Riot-
Jeronica send a little message to Hiram through security cameras (they just make out lmao), showing that he canāt keep them apart. They then proceed to trash Hiramās jingle jangle lab. :)
Moon River-
Slow dancing after having been crowned homecoming King and Queen. And of course, because Veronica is 1/2 of this relationship- this becomes their song.
āThatās us.ā
āWhat do you mean?ā Veronica asks, confused.
āThe two drifters in the song. āTwo drifters, off to see the world.ā Thatās usā
Veronicaās eyes start to gloss.
āI absolutely love that. And you.ā
Teenagers-
Being the badass power couple they are, being 100% team Serpent against the Bulldogs during the riots. Its all one long shot too- no cuts :))
A Sunday Kind of Love-
Looking at each other in slow motion (wow- I really love putting stuff in slow motion) when Veronica is officially named Serpent queen, theyāre absolutely smitten with each other. Cut to them dancing in the Wyrm to the song, discussing how theyāre going to make their big debut as Riverdaleās resident power coupleā¦ second to Choni of course.
āSoā¦ now that Iām your queen, I was thinking had a debut of sorts. Just to educate the public of this new order.ā Veronica jabs, only kind of joking.
Jughead laughs, but it sounds more of a huff.
āCould you settle for a hand-in-hand entrance at school? Or would you be more comfortable with a red carpet event?ā
Glory-
Veronica and Jughead walking into school as Serpent Royalty with matching Serpent jackets- no special colours thank you very much. You can bet your ass its in slow motion.
Worlds Apart-
Veronica crying at Jugheadās bed-side after the Ghoulies fuck him up.
Boss Bitch-
Veronica gets revenge on the Ghoulies and Penny Peabody with the help of the female Serpents, the River vixens, Hermione, Betty, and Alice.
Le Symbolique-
Veronica and Jughead reunite from his state of unconsciousness, this whole sequence is in slow motion, with a lot of white lighting/glare. Jughead almost died and just that thought alone KILLED Veronica.
āJug I was so scared-ā
āShush Ronnie, let me look at you.ā His teary eyes trace over Veronicaās face with a beaming smile, before he brings his girlfriend closer and kisses the top of her forehead.
Harmony Hall-Ā
Some core four bliss before it gets chaotic again, with a side of Jeronica and Barchie cuddles.
Not Your Barbie Girl-
A River vixen performance, Jughead is so fricken in love with Ronnie right now cuz sheās just RADIATING empowerment.
Therefore I Am-Ā
Jeronica sends Hiram to jail again after a bomb ass one liner from Veronica:
āMija, you have no idea what youāre doing.ā
āOnly one thingās false in that sentence Hiram, Iām not your Mija anymore.ā
(HELP ME I CANāT WRITE)
*Proud Jughead smirk*
This Life-
Veronica meeting JB and Gladys, them getting along great- just a wholesome Lodge/Jones get-together.
Donāt Call Me Angel-
Veronica changes her name to Luna, fully emancipating herself from Hiram, and this gets Jughead really turned on XD
Sway With Me-
La Bonne Nuitās first successful night, Josie, Veronica, Toni, and Cheryl perform. Veronica somehow convinces Jughead to dance with her in public. Think Moulin Rougeās Diamond Dogs type editing.
My Oh My-Ā
Getting screwed over my Hiram, Veronica is in a TON of debt and needs some āstress reliefā with Jughead. He obliges. Happily.
HIP-
Veronica and Cheryl start their rum business, Jughead helps and oml heās so proud of her. Btw, Cheronica are HUGE badasses right now.
Bury a friend-
Surviving Eversgreen Forest and Penelope Blossomā¦
Youth-
The core four are free from the forest, successfully escaping Penelope Blossom. Jughead and Veronica share a tearful but happy kiss, laying down on the back of a truck.
Donāt Take The Money-
The core four hang out at pops and promise to have fun this senior year, Jughead steals Veronicaās cherry from her milkshake, but being so vulnerable to Midgetās (He calls her Midget. Yup.) puppy dog eyes, he makes it up to her by sharing his fries.Ā
āAnd for a brief, shining moment, we were kids again.ā all that good shiz
The Four Seasons: āWinterā-
Jeronica hangs with the Stonewall psychos.
(Online Love)-
Veronica and Jughead FaceTime and Veronica has this vibe like sheās the montage of the heroās dead girlfriend in a movie. Like her hair is all splayed out on her pillow and sheās all smiley-
āYou look like an angel right now- with your hair like a halo and how much youāre smiling.ā
Veronica laughs
āWell itās your fault Iām smiling you idiot.ā Her voice softens towards the end of the sentence.
āI love you too, Ron.ā
El Tejano-
Party at Stonewall, Jeronica are absolutely WASTED. Fun fact- Jughead getās really into PDA when heās drunk
Burned Out-Ā
Oh shitā¦ I guess Jughead is dead now. (dw, Bettyās still the one who ākills himā)
Claire de Lune-
Just kidding, heās alive, and he and Veronica have a really cute moment in the bunker. Veronica starts reading his novel, per his request, and he just starts playing this on the record player and she smiles but her eyes are still on the book. He just kind of watches her, and when she starts beaming at the book he canāt help but kiss her right there. Then they just cuddle and little bit, Veronica on Jugās lap, reading the book some more.
Girls Like GIrls-
Veronica has to prove Jughead is dead, so she and Betty kinda sortaā¦ make out. Like, a lot. Betty is dating Archie at this point, and heās the one who gets āmadā. But basically Betty and Veronica end up making out again cuz they spot Donna watching them. Veronica is a bi con, and Betty might be too but everyones in denial so *shrugs*.
Dream Lover-
(Time skip, because Iām lazy) Jugheadās alive again, sadly, his spot at NYU was taken by well, Veronica. Luckily, after pulling some strings, she surprises Jug with a full-ride acceptance letter from NYU starting second semester.
Magic Moments-
Yay! Prom! Barchie gets crowned king and queen (Beronica was kind of forgotten about, but thats fine, because weāre here for Jeronica first). While Betty and Archie are totally lost in each other, Jughead and Veronica are just kind of joking around on the side. While itās Barchieās moment, Jeronica is still looking pretty damn cute rn. Also, this becomes Barchieās song!!
Oxford comma-
The song comes through the speaker at prom, Jughead invites Veronica to dance. As they sway, they gaze at one another like theyāre seeing one another for the first time, to the song that started it all.Ā
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And thats it! Thats Jeronicaās story from season one to season four, I hope you have a very merry Christmas and I hope you liked your presents! Also, if anyone feels like adding on to the dialogue or using any of the points in a fic or even making a whole ass fanfiction- please do!! I didnāt do this justice with my mediocre quotes so it would actually be preferred XD.
And again, happy Christmas :))
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welcome aboard, clementine martinez, student #2. we are excited to set sail with you !Ā has anyone told you that you look like alexa demie? according to our records, you hail from florida, usa, prefer she / her pronouns, are a cis woman, and are here to study creative writing. we also see you received a spot on the ss university because of your online lottery win ā we wonāt tell anyone. during your first few weeks here, other students said you were + charming, + free-spirited, but also - restive. it sounds like you spend most of your time at the billiards room. upon checking your luggage, we noticed you packed a casino chip carried around for luck from home. hopefully your roommates donāt steal it!
hi friends! iām very excited to be here. iām jay (est, she/her) n i used to play astrid nyland a few months ago if anyone remembers bt i had to leave for personal reasons. iām so glad to be back now that i hve life sorted and some free time for summer break <3 read on for some details abt this new muse of mine, clementine.Ā
01. biographyĀ !
so !Ā clementine was born in florida. & yes, her real name is clementine. her mom thot it was the cutest name idea ever. clementine mostly goes by clem. she comes from the town [redacted] in florida bcoz i am too lazy to look up a specific town <3 but alas ! it was swampy and humid and she lived in a trailer park.Ā
her parents got knocked up at nineteen. clem was born nine months after a particularly wild 1999 fourth of july. her birthday is march 26th and sheās an aries.Ā
(TW: addiction, child injury) clemās dad was a gambling addict and petty criminalāhe wld steal credit cards n whatnot. he wld gamble away diaper money n it would cause constant fighting until her dad finally left. her mom took this very hard n began drinking a bit too often, leaving clem to to make cereal for dinner n fend for herself. once clem tried to make hot dogs on the stove and spilled boiling water on herself. got a p bad burn on her arm/shoulder and still has a big scar.
the soundtrack of her childhood was cicadas buzzing and stray dogs barking. the sizzle and pop of natty light cans. turning up her ipod to max volume to drown out the sounds of her mother fighting with her new boyfriend.
throughout her upbringing, clemās dad was always in and out of the picture. heād blow into town when he hit it big. heād take her on these littleĀ āadventuresā like staying in a motel 6 n renting movies at block buster n ordering good pizza nt the dominos shit she ate with her mom lol. ofc he was charging it all to someoneās stolen credit card. heād always promise to, like, take clem away. n clem was a daddyās girl so she believed him. the last time it happened was her h.s. graduation. her mom didnāt show ( "oversleptā after a bender ) but her dad did and surprised her n said everything wld be different. bt then he bailed on their plans for the next day n when she called his cell, the number was disconnected. tht was the defining āiām doneā moment. clem promised to never be disappointed by her father again.
(TW: racism) her mother has mexican ancestry and clemās always been called her twin. but clem was raised in a predominately white area and honestly ?? it was really hard without her even realizing it. sheās still unpacking a lot of things today abt her youth that jst werenāt okay bt she thought were normal. like microaggressions, stereotypes, being fetishized by boys in high school. gross shit.
as a kid, clem was rumored to be really poor bc she wore tattered clothes n got free lunch at school. once she invited a friend to her house & the next day they told everyone itās in a trailer park. that reputationātheĀ ātrailer park girlāāwas really hard to shake. and clem got almost desperate to shake it.Ā she was endlessly trying to set her old self on fire and emerge from the ashes like a phoenix.
eventually clem became moreĀ āpopularā. in school she was, like, a straight b student. very average although super creative and quick-thinking. she always had street smarts. problem solving skills. independence. more of, like, practical intelligence as opposed to book smarts because academia bores her tbh. she was like why am i reading these overrated boring books by dead white men or learning abt polynomials when i know nothing abt how to pay a mortage or do taxes. like...she saw the american education system as bullshit and put in modest effort because she didnāt believe it deserved her sweat and tears.Ā
however, she entered the online lottery for the seas program on a whim and got in. so sheās studying creative writing now.
02. personalityĀ !
first thing you shld know abt clem is thatĀ sheās a compulsive liar essentiallyāshe tells various stories to make her life seem better than what it was. to one person, sheās an heiress to a real estate company and grew up wealthy. to the next she was raised by nomadic hippies. some of her lies are small fibs while others are grandiose tales. she rarely talks about her actual upbringing. she hates talking abt her family or the v real trauma of growing up in a household where both parents struggled w/ addiction; the uncertainty, the broken promises, the fact that she had to grow up so soon and deal w/ so much. it wasnāt fair, and if she thinks about it too much, she feels this anger. anger at the universe. anger at her circumstances. she doesnāt know where to put this anger. she doesnāt know how to shrink it. so she avoids it.
despite her rough upbringing, though, clem is actually really sweet and kind. sheās adventurous, fun-loving, free-spirited, and bold.Ā
bt ! she can also be closed-off, competitive and restive.Ā
sheās seemingly tight with everyone? like sheās jst that girl who can get along with anyone tbh.Ā
in her spare time you can catch her tanning by the pool, hanging at the bar, playing poolĀ ( which she learned from her dad ), and socializing. sheāll never say no to hanging out with people.Ā
she learned a lot from her little āadventuresā with her dad, who was very good at conning others and often involved her in his dumb little scams. clem is suuuper good at pulling the āim baby š„ŗā card to get what she wants.
she can be a little selfish, because she grew up looking out for herself.Ā
stubborn and dogmatic as hell !!!
she doesnāt do too many relationships but when she does fall, i imagine she falls hard and fast. she refuses to be made a fool of, tho. when she gets vulnerable she flashes back to being a kid, waiting all day for her dad to show up only to have him bail on her. again. she hates that feeling. so if she, like, senses a shift in someoneās energy sheāll b like, āiāll break up with u before u can do it to meā and the person wasnāt even tryna dump her lmao.
has a lotĀ of sex. too much ?? sex??Ā mayb. but sheās v sex positive.
her personal style is v late 90s. hair clips, big scrunchies, neon, fur trim, crop and tube tops, hoop earrings, chokers, patterns, platform shoes, biodegradable glitter cuz itās good fr the earth *winks*. clothes from o-mighty.......actually jst google o mighty, pull up the images and That is clem. she dresses like a bratz doll. sheās dedicated to the aesthetic.
03. headcanonsĀ !
her item brought from home is a hot pink poker chip from a casino. her dad gave it to her. he said it reminded him of her because of the color; he got it during one of his winning streaks and said it was lucky. she has a complicated relationship w/ her dad n doesnāt even speak to him anymore, bt she will never go anywhere without it.
sheās a smol beanāonly 5ā²4
an astrology girl and she reads palms ! she absolutely makes astrology tik toks that people only watch because sheās hot. her flirting technique is to ask you to read your palm.
she doesnāt typically drink to get drunk. but she does love a good sugary cocktail. to her, a drink is like an accessory. a blue fishbowl by the pool, a jack and coke as she stands around a bar. usually she'll nurse the same beverage for a while. if you see her wasted it usually means sheās going thru it emotionally lol. the one thing she does do is drugs thoĀ
pretty much listens to exclusively female artists.
a bit of an activist. environmentalism, feminism and the like, sheās v outspoken. vegan for ethical reasons (TW: drugs) bt still does cocaine. she wears shirts withĀ āmy pussy my choiceā bedazzled on the front.
loves to rollerblade ! back home she didnāt have a car so sheād bike or rollerblade. now she still has her blades and sheāll use them when the ship docks.Ā
03. wanted connectionsĀ !
Friends, bffs, ride or dies, friends who are like siblings to her, maybe a friend with an unrequited crush on either side ??
an ex she dumped/cheated on/otherwise self sabotaged their relationship because she was afraid of vulnerability.
an ex friend who realized she lies a lot abt herself n felt betrayed. OH ! ESP if they opened up to her on many occasions abt intimate, personal stuff. imagine the betrayal they felt when they found that everything they thought they knew abt clem is a lie.
someone who she actually opens up to. a confidant. or, maybe, like, a stranger she drunkenly spilled her soul to and now she avoids them like the plague.
a rival. clem can be competitive.
her drug dealerĀ
someone she knows she shouldnāt hook up with andā¦ does it anyways. like a friendās ex or smthing. spicy <3
i welcome anything !
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Of Flowers and Lust
Here is a kofi commission for @uhohkoĀ who I had the absolute pleasure of working with because they really said āhey Peach hereās all your kinks in oneā and so I kind of went absolutely bonkers with this. The idea? Sex pollen, Elliott getting a full whiff of it, Bloodhound getting WRECKED LIKE THEY DESERVE.
Summary:Ā Bloodhound loves to collects herbs and natural flora for at home remedies and cooking. This can involve some things such as mushrooms that can calm down anxieties, to natural foliage that can help you sleep, or even to the pretty yellow flowers they bring home that are to increase sex drive and fertility. Elliott is always effected much harder, more intensely by these things for some reason. Yet, he never takes the time to consider that Bloodhound says 'don't touch this' was a demand, rather than the 'suggestion' he takes it as. Or. In which Elliott inhales sex pollen and wants to breed Bloodhound until the morning is night.
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Fandom: Apex Legends
Relationship: Mirage/Bloodhound
Warnings: NSFT/R18+, Bloodhound has a vulva and hella body mods (you can find my hc of them listed in my masterlist), Sex pollen BUT CONSENSUAL, copious amounts of cum, loud loud breeding kink, The term āmamaā is used for Bloodhound which is bc nb folk Can use gendered terms u know and Iām only putting this here bC SOMEONE IS GONNA CLOWN, Lots of dirty talk like filthy filthy talk, cum swallowing.
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It should be best stated now that: Elliott did not take to listening very well. Ā
No, no, not emotionally. No, Elliott was a fantastic partner. He was kind and sweet, even going so far as to try with all his might to help with Bloodhoundās insomnia. Gods bless him, trying to stay awake with them through the nights, eyes fighting to stay open whilst Bloodhound cozily read up next to him. It wasnāt that he didnāt take to listening well in their relationship, no, Elliott was just as attentive as Bloodhound was to their beloved in turn. Ā
No. It is simply the fact of the matter that Elliott did not take to listening to things like āDonāt put that in your mouthā as a warning, but more as a suggestion.Ā Ā
For most things Bloodhound foraged, it wasnāt an issue. It would have minor side effects or Elliott would simply not enjoy the taste or smell of it. They did a lot of cooking now that they could cook for two- when they werenāt cooking withĀ Makoa Ā for the whole compound that is- and Bloodhound enjoyed finding fresh ingredients. Whether that was from the various plants they grew in their room, or what they could find on planet. Including meats that theyād hunt themself and Elliott would be āwowedā by all the dishes they could create. Ā
They took pride in being able to cook for him, and in turn they watched Elliott light up when it was his turn to make something. Their two styles of cooking varied vastly, with Elliott leaning more comforting, filling foods. Whilst Bloodhound leaned more for spices and what would be earthier and slow cooked. Ā
With this, also came Bloodhound foraging for āalien plantsā as Elliott called them.
~Rest under the cut~
Nearing the arena was natural foliage and thick woods that werenāt recommended to go in, woods in which Bloodhound often found a creature to get meat from and organic vegetation. This could also lead to them going out merely to collect flora that they would crush and turn into salves, teas, medicines, various things that they must have learned from their uncle. Who Elliott only knew from Bloodhound gently opening up one night, but not a lot about him. Ā
Bloodhound was more reserved, and Elliott made sure they knew how proud he was of them anytime they opened up with one more little thing. Ā
It was the little things. Ā
Recently, Elliott had been staying in their room for longer periods of time. Going from hours to days to staying an entire week. Bloodhound didnāt mind, not in the slightest. Elliott had stated it was to help their insomnia at first, only to shyly rub the back of his neck with a soft laugh and say, āAnd, uh, I...IĀ like your company at night- w-well, all the time, I mean, like, of course I love your company! All the time, I just meant like, when weāre sleeping together and- and-and--āĀ Ā
And theyād let him talk it out of his system, hands moving only to slow down when he peeked over to see their patient gaze. Heād taken a slow breath, his cheeks flushed and a soft laugh bubbling from him when Bloodhound had smiled kindly and stated, āI understand, beloved. You need not to worry. I enjoy your company as well. At all hours.āĀ Ā
Just the tiniest joke to ease his nerves and make that blindingly beautiful, dimpled smile split across his face. Ā
But, now that he was here more often, it meant he was curious in the flora Bloodhound always brought back. They had a thin cord run across their window to sun dry any flora. Always tied up and strung upside down to be dried and later crushed into powders or turned into various other things. Mushrooms were dried the same way and anything else they might try- however, Elliott was a curious creature. Ā
Bloodhound tries to teach him, explaining the properties and uses of certain things and why they collect them. The strange vibrant, violet mushrooms were to ease anxiety if used in a small dosage. Normally used in teas or to hold under the tongue until mush to spit out. Ā
They had started to explain that eating one, or not dissolving into tea, could cause a feeling as if being high. But when they turn around, theyād found Elliott already chomping down on one with a face of āuh-ohā when theyād turned to look at him. Ā
It was amusing to watch him laze about and whine that he couldnāt move. It wouldnāt harm him bodily or mentally, no, but Bloodhound did mildly delight in watching Elliott roll around on their bed and chirp about how āsoooftĀ andĀ waaaarmĀ and great smellingā their bed was. Although, even more delight arose when they realized he was practically humping their bed. Ā
Yes, it appeared Elliottās body reacted more...acutely to certain things. Ā
Side effects that could be rarer, such as arousal from that particular mushroom. Though even more peculiar is when heād cum in their mouth, only to sigh and thank them in a lazy tone and say, āYeah, youāre WAY better than a pumpkin.ā Ā
A response that had them quirking a brow, but never receiving an answer when theyād heard him snoring. Able to see him spread out like a starfish with a half hard dick flopped on his hip. Ā
Attractive. Ā
For most things, Bloodhound has learned that in the case of them bringing home foreign flora or vegetation, that by default Elliott will not listen. Thankfully theyāve never brought anything dangerous home, besides some poisonous bark that they kept AWAY from Elliott in another area in which he would not curiously bring it to his nose. Ā
Today, however, theyāve brought home beautiful yellow flowers. Theyāre small, almost budding open like a tube with its petals with cobalt pollen stems inside. They bloom in a group, almost looking like lavender on their trimmed stems to be able to fit into a tightly sealed bag. Ā
Bloodhound enters their room in full gear, shutting and locking the door behind them and finding their home cleaned up. With only just a jacket over the pile of cushions and furs that acted almost as a couch in the center of the main room. Ā
Different bones rest along the walls of their home, either from their own hunts or Artur or Munnin bringing them in. Picture frames that Elliott had brought them with pictures of them in more intimate scenarios like their first date, or a picture that just consisted of Elliott taking a selfie that he had given as a joke gift for their birthday that they wound up cherishing. To different potted plants that lined the open wall towards their small kitchen area. Ā
Elliott comes around the corner looking freshly showered. Heās got on a black t-shirt thatās a little tight on him and showing his midriff, most certainly belonging to Bloodhound, and some gray sweatpants. Itās casual wear, showing heās already made up his mind on staying for a few days. Ā
A decision that Bloodhound gladly accepts. Ā
His curls are still a bit damp, it looks like, and as they start to remove their gear, starting with their respirator, they inhale and can smell the products he uses in his hair and the soaps he must have borrowed. Their full lips quirk up briefly, the idea that he smelled like them always irking a flicker of possessiveness in their stomach. Ā
Theirs. Ā
āAh, hey, Houndie! Was wondering when youād be back!ā Elliott greets, coming closer as they start to remove their helmet, shaking their frizzy red curls free and pulling their goggles up and onto the top of their head. Ā
They greet him properly once he reaches them, gently cupping his cheeks and pulling him close to rest their foreheads together.Ā Ā
Itās quiet and intimate, letting their breath mingle and noses gently nuzzling. Elliott would have never guessed for them to be so affection and intimate, not back before they were dating- or even friends for that matter! It had taken all of Bloodhoundās courage to even hook their pinkies their first date. Ā
Even now he smiles through it, keeping his eyes closed for the twenty seconds Bloodhound holds him before gently letting him go. āI apologize. It took longer to find than I thought it would.ā Speaking as they move to remove their upper armor. Too heavy and hot to be worn indoors. Theyāre left in their long sleeved, tight black shirt, gloves, combat boots, and tactical pants.Ā Ā
A look in which they know Elliott is graciously looking at their ass once they turn their back to him. Ā
Bloodhound moves around him towards their counter area theyād built. Set up with cutting boards to the side, herb separators, and various knives to help them with the set up. They set the clear bag full of flowers atop, feeling as Elliott curiously stalks behind them. Ā
With their hands still gloved, they pull out the flowers and set them on top of the smooth counter. Peeking around for their ribbon to tie them up and huffing when they find it not in sight. They can already feel Elliott hovering behind them, making that curious little noise he does in a quiet question of what they had. Ā
āThey are called The ChildĀ Bestowers,ā Bloodhound begins, watching from the corner of their good eye as Elliott shuffles to their side to peek around them. āThey are for aiding in arousal, for those who need help, as well as providing a pleasant sensation if turned into lubrication. They are also said to help with fertility, if you are to drink them in teas or bathe with them. Or to increase sperm count, if the person having them has external genitalia.ā They explain, gently aligning them into a bouquet to rest on top of each other. Ā
āSoooo...itās a sex plant?ā Elliott frankly says. A statement to which Bloodhound lets out a rushed breath of amusement from their nose. Ā
āI suppose, if you wish to be blunt, yes. Wait here, and do not touch them. Elliott, am I understood?ā Ā
āAw, cāmon, babe! Whatās the harm? I just get horny? Donāt need plants to do that.ā Elliott coos at them, making an obvious look back at their ass. But when they shoot him a look, he sighs, holding a hand over his heart and a hand flat palmed towards them with his eyes closed. āI, Elliott āMirageā Witt, will notĀ touchĀ the horny flowers. Scoutās honor.ā Ā
Thereās a strain to that word. Ā
Elliott was always good with his words; Silver tongued and quick witted, a trickster truly walking among the mortal plane. It is what attracted Bloodhound to him in the first place, besides his kindness. They narrow their eyes at his face, watching him peek open one eye and giving his very best puppy dog eyes when they look at him until itās Bloodhoundās turn to relent with a sigh. Ā
Heās going to do something. They know he will. Always so curious about the effects. There should be nothing odd if he were to touch them, just that the pollen was potent as is and Elliott always had...new reactions to things. As if his immune system were built differently. He would most certainly become aroused, but they worried about what the full effect would be... Ā
They leave the room to find ribbon so they may string up the bouquets to dry. Finding the ribbon resting in the window sill where they must have left it absentmindedly. And in just maybe the minute they are gone, they return to Elliott who is standing perfectly innocent with his hands folded behind his back. Ā
Suspicious at his innocent looking face, his doe-like eyes fluttering at them, they narrow their own. Carefully coming around the counter and setting the ribbon next to the flowers. Itās with great attention to detail do they see the speck of yellow on his nose, āElliott did youĀ tou--ā Ā
āI did not TOUCH the flowers, swear!ā Ā
āDid you smell them?ā Ā
Thatās when Elliottās lips purse, eyes flickering to the side away from their face as if a child who had been caught. He eventually gives in, sighing, āYeah, but they smelled really good? And I donāt think anything isĀ gonna Ā happen! Look, no boner!ā As if to make a point, he leans back and away from the counter, gesturing blatantly to his crotch. Their eyes briefly flicker down, quirking a brow to see the tent resting there and their own cheeks warming. Ā
āElliott...ā Ā
āWhat?ā He blinks, looking down and then his own face flushes. Itās as if Bloodhound and himself had never had intercourse because both his hands fly to hide said tent, his face burning red. āShit! I-I-I didnāt even feel it??? It just- it just feels warm? Like usual? Aw shit maybe it did do something? Iām notĀ gonna Ā die, right? Death by horny doesnāt really sound like an extrav - anĀ extgan-Ā ext ā a cool way to go .ā Ā
Bloodhound sighs with an amused tone at his franticness, amused at how his hands had gone from hiding to instead gesturing like he normally does. Yes, it was supposed to aid in arousal, but it wasnāt supposed to have such a quick effect. Then again, Elliottās body always seemed to experience the moreĀ intense side of things when it came to new flora and foliage. Ā
āNo, there is nothing deadly within their pollens. However, you may be more difficult to satis--ā They cut themself off then when Elliott lets out this pained whine, seeming to scoot closer to them until theyāre backed up against the counter throughout their singular sentence. Ā
Their breath hitches, hands coming to rest on his waist in almost a comforting manner when he ducks his head down. At first, they think heās going for a kiss, until heās nosing at their neck, nudging their head to the side and pressing open mouthed, hot kisses up to their pierced ear. Ā
Bloodhoundās breath catches, squeezing his waist gently and running their hands up along his body until they can get to his curls. āY-you may be more difficult to satisfy, when you are- ah- affected by the- the pollen-ā They manage to breathe out, twisting their fingers at the root to hold him, a soft gasp leaving them when his teeth nip at their jawline. Ā
But, evenĀ throughĀ the haze Elliott must be feeling, he still manages to huff out in a strained tone, āDo...Do you want to...? I can go to the shower and deal- ah- deal with this?ā Ā
āI wish to aid in however you need.ā Bloodhound responds honestly, pulling his hair gently when his teeth sink into their neck and they feel him sucking. Sensitive there, they let out a soft growl that only makes Elliott groan. His hands going from gripping the counter to hoisting them up by their thighs onto it, pushing the flowers to the side to get them out of the way. Ā
They know a hickey will rest over their flesh over the splash of lighter skin tone they had resting on their neck- one of Elliottās favorite places to bruise them. Bloodhoundās breath hitches when his hands slide over their pants-clad thighs, up to their waist as he starts to leave another bruise just under their ear. Ā
Bloodhound snarls softly, running their nails over his scalp and one hand dragging down Elliottās nape like he likes. He lets out the prettiest sound against their neck, his hips absentmindedly humping against them without thinking. They abuse this by dragging their nails down his back, grabbing his muscular ass and pressing him forward with each thrust so heād properly dry hump them. Ā
It sparks the reaction they crave, where Elliott lets out this beautiful, shaky, sharp whimper. His mouth trails back up, pressing kisses up their jawline until he can press their foreheads together. Ā
Bloodhound takes the time to let their eyes remain half lidded to watch him. Elliott looked gorgeous, his hair a mess, brows furrowed and his eyes shut in concentration. His full lips are parted, letting their breath mingle in small pants puffing from his mouth. Something they canāt help but lean forward to kiss him to take his breaths. Ā
Elliott moans into their mouth upon contact, one of his hands pressing to the counter, the other holding onto their waist to drag them closer to the edge. His hips are frantic, pounding against them as if he could fuck them through both their layers of clothing. It feels like heās trying to, really. Bloodhound can feel every grind up against them, making their own breath strain as wetness builds up between their own legs from the consistent pressure on their clit. Ā
Not to mention how much they adored to see him so desperate. Ā
Their hands drag back up to his hair, pulling on his curls to break the kiss and watching as he follows the motion beautifully. āFuck, Hound, baby- God, fuck- it's really- ah- it's so hot, it feels so hot, he-heavy-ā Heās sobbing out so sweetly, his hips stuttering when they go for his exposed throat, dragging their double canines over the side of his neck and lightly biting down on him to leave a bruise. Ā
Elliott sobs out, his hips slamming up against them and his hands falling to their ass. He practically yanks them to him, near making them get knocked off the counter. But they quickly figure out why when theyāre halfway through sucking a dark bruise into his neck when they feel the wetness starting to seep into the front of their own pants- Ā
Wait why can they feel it through their own pants? Ā
Elliottās still clinging to them, his body shaking and moans leaving his throat. His hips are still gently humping against them, his arms still locked, when normally by now heād ease up and maybe be embarrassed. Ā
āElliott-ā Bloodhound breathes out in his ear, causing him to turn his face into their neck. Heās whimpering something, his lips moving against their skin, but they canāt hear him quite well. Ā
Ā Not until heās repeating the same phrase, so shaky and high pitched of; āStillĀ cumming , oh-oh God, baby, fuck, s-still cumming, cumming, cumming,Ā cumming-ā In this string of desperation that makes Bloodhoundās breath catch. Ā
It takes a total of thirty seconds until he can finally stop shaking. Elliott is falling to his knees;Ā His entire body trembling and Bloodhound canĀ smellĀ how strong his scent lingers on them. It makes their mouth water, but even more so when they look down to see him sitting on his knees, thighs apart and head back. His face is flushed, lips parted and panting and his doe-like eyes half lidded looking up at them like theyāre the only thing keeping him grounded. Ā
If he wasnāt in such a desperate state, perhaps theyād toy with him like this. Make him beg for release. But as it appears right now, Elliott was cumming for a rather long time, and that alone warranted some looking into. And sadly, that did not involve seeing his resolve crumble and making him beg like a good boy. Ā
Bloodhoundās eyes trail down his body, noticing that the wet spot isnāt just soaking a spot on the front of his pants, but instead almost as if someone had dumped a bottle full of water on his front- and Bloodhoundās for that matter. Ā
Side effects- Ā
āHoundie-ā Elliott whimpers out, stopping Bloodhoundās staring as they shuffle off the counter. He immediately seeks their comfort, wrapping his arms around their leg and pressing his cheek to their outer thigh. Their breath hitches at the sight of him so close, but they gently rest their hand atop his head, using their nails to massage gently at his scalp. Ā
āShh, shh, you are alright, beloved, you are alright. Can you stand? Or crawl, perhaps?ā Their last words are playful, warranting that beautiful smile to etch across Elliottās face. More upturned on one side with his dimples creasing into his cheeks. And at first it seems heās relaxed himself, especially when he murmurs a playful āwoofā before his body trembles and a whimper erupts from his lips. āPerhaps I shall carry you?ā Ā
āN-no, no, I can do it, just- God, baby, Iām...I hate to say it, but I donāt think I-I'm close to done?ā Elliott manages to get out, his tone breathless, his pupils blown huge when he turns his gaze up to them. Their heart constricts at how helpless he looks, but unfortunately it only turns Bloodhound on further to see him so desperate. Ā
Itās a bit of a shaky walk back into Bloodhoundās bedroom. Immediately Elliott is flopped onto the bed, the furs cool against his overheated flesh. Bloodhound helps him to strip, removing their own boots and their ruined pants so they may sit in their boyshorts and sports bra with Elliott completely nude. Ā
Bloodhoundās breath hitches when their eyes fall to his cock, already hard again and pressed against his abdomen. The head was red, flushed and peeking from his foreskin, but what really gets their attention is his balls. Ā
Theyāre swollen, almost a handful each rather than as a whole. Gently, Bloodhound rests their cold fingertips over the flesh, their eyes flickering up to watch Elliott as he pants heavily and squirms like a dog in heat. Even going so far as to his hips humping upwards and a heavy glob of pre-cum to bead at the head of his cock.Ā Ā
Oh, he was getting affected hard. Ā
Bloodhound had a feeling they wouldnāt be able to walk straight after this. Ā
Running their fingertips along his cock, Elliott lets out a sound as if they would have been grabbing him fully. Sensitive, it seemed. Bloodhound fights a smile, gently grabbing his cock beneath the head and smearing the pre-cum with their thumb with a soft coo arising from them, āYou are so wet, my love.ā Ā
Elliott makes a strained sound in his throat, his hips thrusting up into their loose grip and sobbing out something incoherent. Heās a mess, panting and starting to look more flushed by the second. And judging by the way his abdomen is tightening, they can only guess how sensitive he was. Ā
Yes, this was going to be a long session. It appeared the pollen heād inhaled worked more like a āsex pollenā on him, something that should only effect beasts with outer genitalia that came across the plant. Working like an aphrodisiac, for beasts it made their stamina much longer, including their...their sperm count to be higher, resulting in swollen looking testicles and an insatiable need to breed their mates. Ā
Bloodhound swallows, their mouth already feeling dry at the idea of Elliott trying to breed them. It makes their thighs press closer together, a shaky breath leaving them as they try to compose themself in order to take care of him. Ā
They only get to pump his cock a few times before Elliottās scrambling for them, whimpering about something frantically that sounds a lot like heās mumbling, āNeed to taste you, need you, baby, I need you-ā But they can hardly make it out over the sound of their own yelp when heās flipping them. Ā
Heās at least got enough coherency to pause when he hooks his fingers around their underwear, waiting until they give their consent beforeĀ heā s quick to tug their boyshorts off. He sits back between their spread thighs with this starving look in his eyes as they rake across their form. Flustered at the attention and control being tugged out from under them, Bloodhoundās face flushes and a soft growl of his name starts to arise as they bristle and lean up on their elbows. Ā
āR-right!ā He manages to get out, immediately moving to lie on his abdomen, hooking his arms under their powerful thighs and nuzzling at their red curls between their thighs. Ā
Normally, Elliott was a starving man between their thighs, always a mess of humping the bed and moaning into them as if they tasted divine. And now is no different; His tongue desperately licking up their cunt to their fat, engorged clit, lapping at it and letting his tongue rest just underneath to feel them throb in anticipation. Ā
Itās with another snarl and Bloodhoundās hand pressing at the back of his head does Elliott wrap his lips around their enlarged clit, suckling how they liked and making their head toss to the side. A moan blossoms from their chest, their hips tilting upwards when his tongue frantically dips down to their hole to lick up the wetness seeping from them. But then heās pulling back briefly, pressing his nose to their mound just above their clit and inhaling their scent, letting his nose nuzzle at their clit in a way that makes Bloodhound gasp out. Ā
āYou smell so good, baby, canāt get enough-ā Elliott is just about moaning into them, his words causing their ears to burn red and for them to bite their bottom lip at the attention. Bloodhound starts to growl out something in reply, maybe for him to focus on his meal rather than speaking, but then heās continuing with a low voice, āWant to fill you full of pups. Would you like that, puppy? Want to be filled?ā Ā
That... Ā
That is most certainly new. Ā
Bloodhoundās body betrays their thoughts when their clit jerks heavily and a fresh wave of slick seeps out of them. Their face burns, their body desperately aching in ways they didnāt think theyād ever experienced before. They can feel their pulse in their clit when Elliott lets out this low moan of appreciation, wrapping his lips around it and moaning into them as if even the thought of breeding them was too much to bear. Ā
Bloodhound cums in record time, fingers scrabbling to hold Elliottās hair as huffing, small growls come out with every breath. Their brows are knitted, their head thrown back and full lips parted to pant heavily. Theyāre almost dizzy from the orgasm, managing to make enough sense to feel Elliottās fingers pressing into them. Two fingers go in with ease, curling up expertly into their g-spot and making their head throw to the side with a cry of, āElliott!ā Leaving them in a desperate tone. Ā
āFuck, yes, keep crying like that, sweetheart.ā Elliottās voice is thick with lust, something they think theyād only ever heard when he was on his knees and woofing like a dog for them. Ā
To see him- to feel him take control even in a state like this? Bloodhound isnāt too sure how to feel quite yet about their lack of control on him but oh, oh if he keepsĀ moving Ā his fingers like that- Ā
āGood pup, let me stretch out your sweet little cunt so I can breed you so full, youāreĀ gonnaĀ feel so good on my cock-ā Elliott breathes against them, his tone desperate and tinging on a whine, licking flatly over their clit and making their hips jerk. Bloodhound doesnāt think they can get any redder at this point from his filthy mouth. Even more so when they feel him nuzzle at their mound just to hear him inhale their scent as his fingers curl upwards and fuck into them. Ā
Their second orgasm comes quick, fit with them snarling and their eyes flashing a glowing red without their permission. Every sense is enhanced, the scent of Elliott, the scent of themself, the feeling of him touching their body, every sound made, their vision black and white and Elliottās body highlighted in glowing red. The feeling of his fingers pounding into them is almost too much again, a whimper sharply leaving their throat just as Elliott pulls his fingers out and sits up. Ā
He uses their slick to lubricate his own cock, the sight sending a possessive feeling through their body resulting in a low, rolling snarl. They go to move, to maybe sit up and shove him down, to take back their control that they had lost- but thatāsĀ quickly cut off when heās rolling them onto their abdomen. Heās yanking their hips up until theyāre forced to brace their upper body by crossing their arms on a pillow and resting their head on their forearms. Ā
āElliott-ā They manage to choke out when heās taking his cock and sliding the head a few times over their lower lips and over their clit. Bloodhoundās body is tensed, feeling the press into them and their mouth falls open to let out a cry when he sinks home into them in one, clean thrust. Ā
Itās as if Elliottās body had only enough in of himself to remember foreplay for them before the storm hits. Because heās grabbing onto their hips, tugging them back in a way heās never done before, fucking into them with harsh thrusts. His balls, as engorged and heavy as they are, slap forward against them and cause consistent stimulation that has Bloodhoundās nails sinking into their own arms. They move their mouth to press against their own flesh, trying to muffle the pathetic sounds erupting from their chest. Ā
Normally, they had the control in the bedroom. Even in positions like this, they would talk Elliott through it, call him their dog or how pathetic he sounded. Or ride him and hold their hands over his throat, or yank his hair back and force him to cry out.Ā Ā
The control they had was for their own comfort, always so nervous to give it up. On the nights Elliott could gently coax them to, it was with gentle words and nudges. Ā
They...they think they prefer when he justĀ takesĀ it like this. Ā
Thereās no thinking as Elliott fucks into their body. Heās vocal, as always, moaning behind them and filth spilling out of, āWant me to cum inside you, baby?ā Which Bloodhound keens in response to without thinking, their hips pressing back into a thrust and that seems to do it. Ā
Again, in record time, Elliott is cumming. His nails dragging into their thighs until he falls forward to hook his arms around them tightly. He trembles as he cums inside of them, and they quickly figure out that Elliott did in fact get the same results that a beast might. Because theyāre feeling fuller...and fuller...and fuller by the second. Ā
So much so that when Elliott pulls his hips back in the slightest, cum comes spilling out and down their thighs messily. Bloodhound canāt help but lift their hips a bit to their best of ability, peeking down to watch it trail messily down with a low groan. Ā
Itās when Elliott runs his fingers through it and brings them to Bloodhoundās lipsĀ do Ā they really think heās being swayed even further by the pollen. When they donāt immediately take him up on the offering, his fingers grab their long hair into a ponytail, pulling it and effectively making their head come up with a matching snarl erupting from their lips. Ā
And thatās when they part their lips, allowing for him to smear his cum on their split, pierced tongue with a satisfied groan of, āGood dog.ā Cooing from his lips. Fit with his fingers messily dragging down the corner of their mouth as if to smear it on their face. Ā
From there, itās a blur. At some point Elliottās managed to take off Bloodhoundās sports bra to leave them in nothing, moving them around again and again. So many different positions they wind up in- bent over the bed, on top of Elliott and riding him with his hips slamming up into them, to on their side with their leg thrown over his shoulder and their snarling and growling ending up slowly turning to weak moans and cries, their voice growing hoarse. To them riding him again, their arms pulled behind their back and angling their body just so Elliott could fuck up into them like a toy. Ā
Theyāve both cum so many times, Bloodhoundās lost count. Only feeling fuller by the minute, the taste of his cum lingering on their tongue fromĀ every time Ā heās shoved his fingers into their mouth eagerly.Ā Ā
Now Elliott has them with their back to his chest, one arm tossed around his shoulders and one of his own arms tucked around their waist to hold them. His other hand had been grabbing their jaw, forcing them to watch their own shaky body get fucked by him. āLook at you, Houndie, so good for me. My good dog. You're gonna be so cute all swollen, hm?ā Ā
Bloodhound had sobbed out, eyes near about rolling as another weak orgasm wracked their own frame. The visuals and the scent too much, able to watch his fat cock slam into their cunt with their clit engorged and reddened jerking with each contraction. From this angle, they can see how his cock moves inside of them from the slight bump of their lower abdomen, to how messy their thighs are with cum and how strings of it are left connecting them to Elliottās hips with each messy slap up against them. Ā
Elliottās beautiful moans in their ear are low when he scoops up a glob of cum on their thigh, dragging it to Bloodhoundās mouth to smear it all over their tongue again. They obey near instantly, sticking out their tongue to let him do so before swallowing with a whimper. They must do it too soon, because Elliottās smearing the rest over the corner of their mouth, moving to cup their cheek this time and smearing it over their cheekbone as well. Ā
āNngh --ā Bloodhound moans out, trying to turn their head to bury it into Elliottās hair, but he quickly catches their jaw again, forcing them to keep watching as he fucks up into them. Ā
āThatās it, good dog, take it, take it-ā Elliott near about growls out, moving his hand from their jaw when they finally stay put. He moves it to grab at one of their breasts, thumbing a sensitive, pierced nipple just to make their cunt clench weakly. Before heās splaying his hand out on their abdomen and cooing through desperate little moans, āG- gonna Ā be the cutest mama.Ā Gonna Ā fill you fucking full, baby, make sure youāre full of pups w-with your cute little- ah- cunt--ā Ā
Bloodhound doesnāt think that either of them have any thoughts left. Heās almost frantic to breed them, but thereās something loving about the way he speaks the word āmamaā. It could almost make them believe the effects were starting to wear off with how tenderly spoken it is.Ā But, Ā perhaps that is merely their own secret interest in perhaps having a child with him trying to emerge. Ā
They must have turned their head, because Elliottās got his hand back on their jaw to keep them watching. Bloodhoundās breathing so hard, panting and sobbing out by the time Elliott finally cums again. It must have been the twelfth time already, and theyād lost count of even their own. Ā
He groans so beautifully in their ear, burying his face into their shoulder and clinging to them as he cums. And dutifully, Bloodhound watches as he does, burying himself to the hilt inside of them and watching his balls tighten, how cum dribbles out of them because itās too much. Ā
Bloodhound isnāt really too sure at what point they do finally pass out. But they wake up with possibly the most sleep theyād ever had in years, rested, sore, bruised, and... Ā
Clean? Ā
Theyāre still naked, a low groan leaving them as their eyes flutter open. They sit up to find their furs that had been on their bed are gone, possibly gone to be washed, and instead they are curled up in one of Elliottās blankets that he leaves when their furs become too hot for him. Carefully, they roll to their side as they lie back down, finding said menace of a boyfriend passed out as well and cleaned up. Ā
He must have had the time to wash them both off before heād fallen asleep. How thoughtful. Ā
Carefully moving once again, they scoot closer to Elliott to gently rest a hand on his head. Immediately he makes a soft, moaning sound, rolling over into them so he can wrap their arms around their waist and bury his face into their chest. Resulting in Bloodhound lying back on their back, playing with his hair in the morning light. Ā
Perhaps they could keep a sampling of the pollen for more...experimentation. Ā
If Elliott were to be interested in having anotherĀ six hourĀ long session. Ā
Bloodhoundās lips flicker up into a small smile as a thought crosses their mind. Ā
Perhaps Elliott would be interested in actually...trying for a child at some point. He had said he always wanted to be a stay at home father... Ā
When they hear him snore against their chest, nosing his way back in with a comforted sigh, they canāt help how bright their heart feels at the idea. Ā
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La Squadra Backstories!!!! Stream of consciousnesss style!
So literally I just sat down and wrote down exactly what I thought. I have not edited these at all lmaooo. But I made long drawn out backstories for our underrated assassins so enjoy!!
T/W + C/W - idk I talk about people dying in a lot of ways. Child abuse, drugs, severe illness, dead cats. This stuff is a mess I really didnāt censor it. But nothing is described in detail cuz Iām too lazy for that.
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Prosciutto cuz heās at the top of my mind. Mmkay he and Pesci are brothers but not by blood. Pro was an orphan, I still wanna make him Russian, and pesciās extremely kind and gentle family adopted him when he was like 7. They were like literally a garden catalogue family. Perfection. The parents died when pro was like 15, Pesci was 13?? Idk the age difference Iām just making shit up now. And Pesci had no fucking idea what to do, they didnāt have any other family, and pro was like āIām still basically a hardened criminal from living on the streets of russia most of my childhood, so joining the local mafia should be a piece of cakeā. It was.
Risotto..... fuck it. Polpo is risottos dad. Iāve seen that so much and fuck it Iām here for it now. Idk how I feel about the whole Mariah from part 3 being his mom that seems too coincidental. But either way, he is half Spanish. I donāt think heās ever been in touch with his Spanish roots at all, but thatās what he is. Polpo had too much fun on vacay in Spain. But it was a once night stand and polpo, a skinny king back in the mid 70s, fucked off to do mafia stuff and didnāt know about this kid. Risotto never knew his father. Time goes by, about the time heās 10, rizzoās mom moves to Italy to find the man she once loved. Since the 70s, she has been married and divorced 4 times, disowned by her entire family, and she speaks only of Polpo, the man who swept her off her feet and then disappeared into the night. Leaving only this child with his matching eyes. So they live in Italy, risotto is about 13 now and his mom has been searching seriously for polpo for about 3 years. One day, she gets too close, mafia takes her out. Risotto is all alone in a country he has lived in for less than 3 years. So he decides to take revenge against the mafia. He goes to hunt them down. (Iām too lazy to write out how. Gets a gun. Basically the scene in part 5 where the kid is like āyou killed my father and now Iām gonna kill you!!ā But he chickens out???) yeah except rizzo didnāt chicken out, he stood firm and killed 2 of them. The other 2 surrendered, and immediately asked rizzo to take polpos test. He did. And he unknowingly met his father, the man his mother had died looking for. He stared into his fathers eyes, black sclera reflecting each other, and passed his test with ease.
Wowwwwwwwww alrighty then that was something. Letās shake out those jitters because fuck that was intense and letās move onto some happy shit.
Melone!! Always a bottle of joy. He was a phenomenal student, a perfect child. Perfect grades, perfect attitude, perfect looks. Onlyyyy tiny thing is he murdered cats and buried their heads in the back yard. But that was his only flaw. Aaaaaaaand mayyybe trying to use his extensive knowledge of molecular biology and genetics (even at as young as 11) to asexually breed said cats.
But, apart from that, absolutely perfect specimen of a young boy. And he kept that up until college. Until the rape accusation. Melone had no interest in having sex with her, he swore under oath in open court, he only wanted to āextract her essenceā in the hopes of making her amazing genetics stay pure for centuries.
Due to his previously amazing school record, he was allowed to plead not guilty by reason of insanity (because the justice system is bullshit) and was released to his parents. During this whole process, Meloneās mother had begun to grow suspicious of her son, wondering if there was something wrong with him. This led her to explore the crawl space under the garage, more commonly known as āMeloneās childhood laboratoryā. The cat skulls alone were enough to set her off. They allowed him into their home long enough to fool the court, but parole officers donāt pay attention, and they kicked him to the curb a month later. Broke, alone, and with no real skills other than his genius mind and gorgeous body, he became a prostitute. It was only a few months before he wandered up to a gigantic white haired man with angry eyes and asked if he wanted a date. Instead of declining, our good ol rizzo just knocked him out cold and brought him home. The rest is history. Literally because I canāt think of what would happen between that and Melone joining the mafia. I assume he was just their house pet for a little while before he decided he wanted a stand too.
Oh good lord these are getting insane. Better keep going. Okay I have no idea whatās about to come out of my head for ghia but oh Lordy. Might as well start. Ghiaccio wasnāt always quite as angry, but itās actually gonna be a sweet story. Kinda. He used to act perfect, even tho he always felt the anger inside. He was forced to bottle it up and put on a happy exterior always. His mother was Belgian. (From experience, Belgian mothers (Flemish in particular) will beat you until your ass is raw if you talk back). Italian father, they lived in italy. He had 4 sisters, he was the middle child of 5. Around high school, he started acting out. Of course this was due to all of his bottled up anger from the past 15 years. 4 shattered sinks, 16 holes in the drywall, and one classroom fire later, Ghiaccio was expelled from school. His parents were too busy brimming with joy about the success of all his sisters that they didnāt take much notice to him. āIf youāre going to behave in such a manner you might as well leaveā his mother said. She was past the point of caring enough to beat him. So he left. 16 and with no where to go, he wandered the streets. After a year or so, Ghia had gotten used to that life, and was angry at everyone, sometimes when he wasnāt even angry. Anger had become his coping mechanism. Screaming was easier than talking. Until one day, he screamed at a blonde man in an intersection. Prosciutto was driving back to the squads hang out, boxes of takeout in the back seat of the car. He had chosen to not stop at the red light, just for fun, and nearly ran into our blue haired teenager. Ghia proceeded to cuss him out for a good 4 minutes in the middle of this intersection before pro cut him off. āGet in the back. ā he said, with his own special brand of brotherly love. āI know how you can put that anger to good useā. Ghiaccio, having no real reason to object, got in the back seat. Prosciutto was silent the rest of the drive and Ghiaccio yelled about all the take out food, now splattered on the backs of the seats due to the sudden slam on the brakes.
Yāall I donāt even remember the other la squadra members. Letās do sorbet/gelato because they have zero backstory or personality so I can just ramble. *Clears throat* letās begin. These fuckers. Friends since birth. Grew up together, always really close. They were both dirt poor, but because the only school nearby was a decent public school, when were able to slightly experience middle class living. They liked it. They wanted to see upper class, and once they did, they wanted to be there. These two were money grubbing bffs, Iām talking josuke and okuyasu, but like waaaaay more intense and also violent. They both left home around 14, together of course. Gelatos father had left them a few years prior, and his family were on the brink of starvation. Figuring they didnāt need another mouth to feed (and completely abandoning his post as family patriarch lol) he left with sorbet, whoās family had all died in various ways over the years. Most recently, his older sister being taken by some illness that was probably easily treatable, but with no means for a doctor, she died in days. The boys left home and school, and made a living by pickpocketing tourists and occasionally launching into larger heists. They made a decent living for themselves, but eventually started spending their money on drugs. Itās was sorbet first, heroin was really good to him for awhile. Gelato was against it, knowing it was the reason sorbets family had been so poor to begin with. His father was an addict, and despite holding down a job fairly well, spent all his earnings on drugs. Eventually he became too dependent, lost his job, and ODād. But around this same time, when the boys were 16/17, they were starting to realize their feelings for each other. Confused teenaged minds full of budding love led to Gelato giving in, and soon their days were filled with heroin fueled ecstatic sex. They lived like this for awhile, existing in half reality, until one day they chose to set their pickpocketing targets on a short man with close cropped gray hair. The plan was perfect, sorbet bumped into the man and gelato passed by to grab his wallet, and suddenly they were the size of mere ants. In an instant, they were returned to size, left to wonder if it was real or just a hallucination from long term drug use. But they didnāt run. Formaggio introduced himself, with a loose handshake and a pause to spit out some tobacco, and promptly invited them to a āpartyā. Although, Formaggio was honest in his promise, this party did have drugs.
Cheese boys turn!! Seriously who am I forgetting??? Illuso my mirror man! Am I forgetting someone else too?? Idk. But shut up Kel itās cheese boys turn.
So. Formaggio. Probably the most chill childhood. Lower middle class, pretty average, but he was quite gifted with sports. Soccer was his main, and also a fantastic competitive swimmer. (Okay I have a separate hc that Bruno is really good at soccer so hol horse up a moment so I can imagine those 2 playing soccer together in friendly competition. In my lil au where Bruno is in la squadra because I say BruPro exes rights please and thanks.) but anyway, he got really good at soccer and was offered a scholarship to play at a fancy pants private high school when he was 14. Of course his parents made him go, this has been the familyās dream for years, and formaggioās as well. So high school is amazing, heās starting to attract attention from universities even tho heās barely in grade 11 by this point. And itās all really amazing until he realizes. This isnāt what he wants. And itās just that. He doesnāt want to play soccer anymore, he doesnāt want to potentially be famous. He just wants to be a kid. So he leaves school, he leaves home, he wants to start over. And he wanders into a diner and sees this small group of weirdly dressed men. At this point, itās rizzo, pro, Pesci, and ghia. And heās staring at them because theyāre dressed like circus clowns but their aura is so murderous. And then the one who looks like a giant pineapple starts staring back. Pesci gets up and walks over to Formaggio. āI know you! Youāre that amazing kid soccer player!!ā And he just goes on and on about shit he read in the news (70% of it was false) until pro comes over and yanks his idiot brother away. Pro starts asking Formaggio questions, thinking he could be a good target. Stupid little rich kid. But to prosciuttos surpise, Formaggio is just a down to earth kid with no more money to his name than he needs to pay for this meal. Prosciutto takes him home after that. He doesnāt really offer any explanation.
(The rambling at the beginning of this paragraph actually happened lol so I paused for like 4 hrs oops)
Alright we are back. Had to leave to go to therapy and then scream at my mother and cry to my boyfriend but we are ready to go! Illuso and I really hope heās the last one and Iām not forgetting one. Illuso was raised in an orphanage from infancy. No idea who his parents could even be. Fun fact: one of the nuns at the orphanage (cuz itās an orphanage in Italy in 1980, theyāre catholic.) nicknamed him Illuso because he was always pointing at things that werenāt there. As a tiny baby and a child, he would always be looking at things no one else can see (yes illuso is a natural stand user fight me). The nuns called him illuso as an insult, hoping to shame him into stopping. He never did. When he outgrew the orphanage, he decided to join the priesthood. He was 19, a priest in training, when the mafia came to the orphanage. They were collecting, and illuso knew they didnāt have the money this month. He tried to talk the mobsters down, but that went about as well as planned. 4 bullets to the chest, 3 open heart surgeries, and half a dozen resuscitations later, Illuso was released from the hospital. The orphanage had been shut down, and no one knew what had happened to the children or the nuns. With no where to go, illuso knew of one place that could use talents like his. The talents of steadily stealing money from the starving children of the church for a decade. It was during polpos test that illusoās stand manifested. Not due to the arrow, but to protect its user from the other stand. Illuso was able to avoid Black Sabbath by hiding in his newfound mirror world until it was time to return the lighter to polpo (kinda cowardly but whatever.) he was assigned to risottos group by chance and was the last to join excluding Melone. But they loved him as if they had found him themselves.
#jojo's bizarre adventure#vento aureo#golden wind#la squadra#Melone#ghiaccio#Formaggio#illuso#sorbet#gelato#risotto Nero#prosciutto#Pesci#jojo part 5#jjba
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w/c: 1.9 K
warnings: spoilers for season 1 episodes 6 and 7
a/n: I moved the basic hero training part to morning because I realised half way through it happened in the afternoon and I was too lazy to change everything š
A brand new day, which meant a brand new day of school. You wouldnāt even be surprised if today there would be another test and just unluckily for you, Hawks was nowhere to be seen in the morning, leaving you with no food (the fridge was empty) and there was no time to go shopping considering you were running late. Home school was kinda nicer, you could wake up whenever you want, learn whenever you want and train whenever you want, but sometimes it did get a little bit boring.
Sliding the door open quietly, you slid through the smallest opening possible and settled down in your seat, All Might completely oblivious to the fact that you had just walked in, 7 minutes late, however, it clearly didnāt go unnoticed by Iida. You watched as he raised his arm, panicking internally and waving your hands crazily at him, trying to signal him, no. Yet he paid no mind to you. Grrr, Iida!! Way to blow my sneaky entranceĀ smh.
āYes young Iida?ā
āIām sorry for disrupting the class, but I would like to point out that L/n-san has entered the classroom late and being part of UA, it is expected that all students should be on timeā, he pointed at you, exposing you as everyone turned their heads towards you.
You heard whispers ofĀ āhuhh, whoās that?ā,Ā āI didnāt see herā,Ā āIs she new?ā, which brought a lot of embarrassment upon yourself.
āItās not very nice to whisper about someone in front of them keroā, Tsuyu, spoke up, which stopped all the whispers.
Iida stood up and bowed an almost perfect bow to All Might,Ā āIām sorry All Might for the discrepancy, please continue.ā
āRight!ā, the no.1 hero sweat dropped,Ā āPlease put on your costumes and meet me at Ground Bā, he pressed a button on a remote, the wall somehow magically producing cases which held individual costumes based on requests. You grabbed your case, which was labelled no.9, looking around for Tsuyu so you thank her properly for standing up for you. Her green hair was pretty easy to spot, as you rushed to her.
āOh hi L/n-san!ā, she waved at you with her free hand, still keeping a fast pace.
āHi Asui-san, thank you so much for standing up for me, I wouldāve been a gonner without you.ā
āItās no problem at all and call me Tsuyu.ā
āAlright Tsuyu, I was wondering if youād like to be friends with me?ā
āOf course! Itād be my pleasure keroā, okay phew it wouldāve been so embarassing if she said no sjoakpa.
Everyone met outside, after changing into various hero costumes. Some looked out right ridiculous, Minetaās was a great example for sure, while some looked really good and you couldnāt help but be in awe at Ochacoās costume. It had a really nice colour palette consisting of pink, white and black and fitted her quirk really well.
āOchaco!ā, you waved her over, from where she was standing with Deku, quickly examining his hero costume, you noticed that the teeth looked a bit strange and he kinda looked like a bunny though it was clearly meant to be All Might style.
āHi Y/n!!ā, Ochaco smiled bouncing up and down excitedly,Ā āThis is so exciting! Our first hero training class!!ā
āYeah, I guess it is. Your costume is really cutee~ā
She scratched the back of her neck sheepishly,Ā āThanks, but I honestly didnāt expect this to be skin-tight.ā
āItās good for your quirk and easier to manoeuvre around with a tight suit rather than a loose suit. We donāt want you accidentally making yourself float in a battle.ā
āOh yeah, of course, that would be pretty bad. But I love your costume, itās really bright though, wouldnāt that be bad for stealth?ā
āThatās why Iāve already figured out what I want to be. If or when I become a hero, Iām going to be a daylight hero.ā Your costume was almost all white, but it also had bits of f/c with it. It consisted of white combat boots lined with stars in f/c near the soles, as well as 3/4 length leggings and a skin-tight top which was able to help cool you off. In terms of gadgets, you had heatproof f/c gloves, a utility belt which contained ice cubes in a small thermos, bandages, a small bottle of water. Other than those, you had a heatproof visor on your face. (Feel free to imagine up your own costume)
āWait, youāve already thought so far ahead, we still have 3 years here tho!ā
āWell, maybe Iāll change my thoughts along the way, but lets listen to All Might before we get called out.ā
āRight.ā
It turned out you were put in team I, along with an invisible girl, who had introduced herself as Hagakure and a tail boy who was called Ojiro.
āOkay, Hagakure, you should go scout for them and me and Ojiro will protect the bomb.ā
āOn it!ā, and she was soon out of the room, discarding her clothes in one of the many rooms to become completely invisible. The extra time for the villains was over and before you could begin anything, ice quickly made itās way to your feet, trapping both you and Ojiro in the ice.
Ojiro pressed a finger to his ear pierce,Ā āHagakure! Where are you whatās the situation?ā
āThe Todoroki guy has frozen the whole building and heās coming to the room right now!ā
āOkay, Iāll get us out of thisā, you activated your quirk, hands quickly heating up as you let them hover over your feet, the temperature enough to melt it off. Thanks to Todoroki, the whole room was cold, so you could freely use your quirk without overheating, but the negative to this was you could only use up any stored energy from before, since it was almost pitch-black in this room. The door slammed over before you could free Ojiro, revealing Todoroki, who seemed slightly surprised that you were free. He still had no clue how your quirk operated and what it did exactly.
āSo,Todoroki-kun? You after this?ā, you grabbed the bomb which was still coated in a thick layer of ice and ripped it right out of the ground, allowing a pair of wings to form on your back. He raised his right foot, slamming it down to create a large scale ice attack which you avoided easily, flying out of the window and onto the rooftop where your quirk could operate freely and without end, until your body temperature gets too hot.
Todoroki followed the particles of light out, creating his own path of ice, but by the time he arrived, you already had the bomb safely sitting on the other side of the roof, now instead of being coated with ice, being coated with light energy, which was hot to the touch and melted the ice. Wordlessly, he sent an ice attack towards you, hoping to knock you out to remove the barrier around the bomb. Well he knew itād know you out, he knew his ice side was powerful. So when you rushed from behind the glacier, sending a ball of light towards him, he was shocked to say the least, but still dodged it.
āIf you havenāt figured out by now, your ice only helps me. Using ice attacks is useless, to defeat me, youāve gotta use your fire side.ā
Todoroki frowned,Ā āI can defeat you with just ice, no matter how powerful you are.ā
āHm?ā, you arched an eyebrow then shrugged,Ā āAlright, sure.ā You created a few more light balls just enough so they were surrounding you,Ā āSay bye thenā, you sent them all at once, controlling them to follow Todoroki like guiding missiles. He quickly created a cube like shape of ice around himself, the ice shattering into pieces leaving him unscathed except for a few scratched form the shards which pierced him.
A glacier, larger than the others before raced towards you, and you thought quickly, covering the space around you with light energy which melted all the ice.
āYour quirk relies on light doesnāt it, so what if you run out of itā, Todoroki pointed out, now the rooftop was encased with a thick layer of ice all the way around which was too much for you to melt through without wasting all the energy you had saved.Ā āAnd even though ice helps keep your body cold, how much of it can you handle before your body starts to get frostbite. My body was made to be able to withstand these temperatures, but yours is made to withstand heat.ā
Ā He could already see that you were shivering, your costume didnāt provide much warmth at all, since you simply assumed you would always be too hot rather than cold.
āNo way am I letting you winā, you said through clenched teeth, if there was one thing you hated, it was losing. In your palms you held bits of light energy to keep you warm, but you knew you couldnāt keep this up forever, you had to think and act quickly. Your eyes darted around the ice room, all that was there was you, Todoroki and the bomb. Of course! The bomb! The bomb was still covered with light energy. You grabbed onto the bomb, burning your hands in the process, but still managing to throw it at the ice, the heat melting through the ice to create a hole out. At that moment, you realised you had been baited. Todoroki knew you could withstand the heat of your own light energy better than he could and made it so you had no choice but to use the energy form there which got rid of the layer so he could get the bomb. You watched in horror as he reached towards the bomb and in panic, you sent one towards his hand which was badly aimed and went over his arm instead and into the ice walls.
You lunched forwards, even though you knew there was no way you could make it to him in time, as he touched the bomb, signalling the heroes win. Placing his left hand on the floor, everything was melted off. You were shivering from the cold, frost forming along your body. He took notice and felt just a bit bad, and got permission from all might to take you to the nurseās office. After all, a heroās role was to save.
You got on the bed, rubbing your arms to try and get warmth, recovery girlās quirk couldnāt help you warm up since it wasnāt really an injury.
āHere, Iāll warm you upā, Todoroki stated bluntly holding out his left hand.
āR-right thanksā, you chattered, trying to fit both of your hands in his, which were extremely warm, but not too hot. After a few moments of awkward silence, with him staring at you, you let go.Ā āThanks for the help, but I think I can warm up myself from here on.ā
āAlright L/n-san, but I have proven that I can defeat you with only my right side. I will not need my left side to defeat you.ā
His words left you thinking for a while, he only required half his strength to take you out, which meant you still had miles to improve. When you got third in the quirk apprehension test, you thought you were pretty good, but you never noticed the difference in power between you and Todoroki till now. Training was definitely needed.
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ziggy strutting up to me like this gif as i hold up a crucifix n say begone begone vile beast BEGONE from my vicinity i will NOT buy u a happy meal wretched little boy...... some live action rp to start this off..... and SCENE. takes my bow. his pinterest is hereĀ n his playlist is here.
* dylan minnette, cis male + he/him Ā | you know ziggy benson, right? theyāre twenty-four, and theyāve lived in irving for, like, all of his life? well, their spotify wrapped says they listened to hand crushed by a mallet by 100 gecs like, a million times this year, which makes sense ācause theyāve got that whole glitching televisions impaled by remotes, nonchalantly texting the babes as a stove fire ravages your kitchen & cartoons turned up so loud it fries your eardrums thing going on. i just checked and their birthday is november 24th, so theyāre a sagittarius, which is unsurprising, all things considered. ( nai, 24, gmt she/her Ā )
HISTORY;
from the second ziggy ws born he didnt stop screaming. within the first hours of his life he gave his father an ear splitting headache tht prompted him to sayĀ āthat uncooked chickenās fucking demonicā n joke abt popping āitā in the oven to roast. when this understandably received disgusted glances frm the nursing staff he ws all likeĀ ājeez alright alright iām kiddin iām kiddin canāt a guy have a joke around here?ā n i feel like that sets up their dynamic so nice n sweetly <3 (sarcasm) (lips pursed)
frm day one he ws just honestly a rly hyperactive child. when he laughed heād shriek it out at the absolute top of his lungs bc heād just get this huge giddy surge of energy all the way to the very tips of his toes n itād hit him like a shock from a fork in a plug socket. their parenting style ws rly just lazy tbh.... they didnāt have much time for disciplining him. ziggyās mum wld halfheartedly be likeĀ āziggy quiet now....ā n then go bk to nuking whatever vegetables sheād defrosted until they tasted like dinosaur bones..... this wld not make any difference in ziggyās behaviour
his father rly just took the stance that it ws ziggyās mumās job to discipline him or raise him in general which is.Ā šŖ please enter the 20th century sir.... get ur noggin sorted..... needless to say he wsnāt much involved in ziggyās life n honestly generally jst didnāt like him. ziggy was a responsibility he didnāt want (accidental prregnancy) n in his literal words once said (blatantly while ziggy ws watching cartoons on the sofa) tht ziggy justĀ āharshes my fucking vibe a lil bitā.Ā
he wound up leaving when ziggy was six ish.... ziggy watched thru a crack in the blinds as his mum tried to grab at his jacket to make him stay as he lugged out his suitcase..... she even tried to physically cling onto him so he cldnāt get in his ride bt the door wound up slamming n she sat on her knees watching the lights pull out the drive n even long after they were gone. ziggy didnāt rly kno what to do abt this (emotions hd never been smthn he particularly understood, his own or how to handle other peopleās) so after watching her fr 5 minutes he went out n gently shook her shoulder n was like. mom come inside u look weird out here. FKGHSFHGSFHKGFHKSGSFGHK. this was him trying to show love <3
ziggyās mum is like.... rly relationship dependent. she gets all her self worth n validation frm whtever man sheās dating.... so she went on this like.... wild rampage of jst. dating a very large string of men. they ranged frm dreadfully boring to downright awful n were always below her standards. ziggy quite literally hated. all of them. every last one. even one that tried to b nice to him by offering to help him do his math homework when he ws 13 (bc ziggy was struggling a lot w this) n in response ziggy loudly barked until the man gt scared n stumbled backwards into a dining chair on his way out of the room. KGHFHKSJHFJGSHKFG
while him n his mum hv a kind of strained situation (thereās a great deal of resentment from her end n kind of. blaming him frĀ ādriving his father awayā n itās never spoken abt bt itās very much Present in their relationship n honestly ziggy kind of resents her too fr bringing some of the men into their lives tht she did) there is. love there...... sometimes sheāll like. reach out to cup the back of his head n heāll duck his head away n be like wtf are u doing checking me for lice? n sheāll jst smile like :)...... knowing thatās how he loves. KHSFGKJGHKSFGFHKGSHF. ugh we love men who know how to process their emotions yesssss king give us nothing <3
(abuse n violence tw) idk i wonāt go into it too much bt even tho ziggyās constantly likeĀ š when his mum shows him affection he wld quite literally. kill fr her n almost did one time.......... narrowly avoided getting charged w assault when one of her bfs was drunk n evil n he went into protective mode.... idk he. has gone thru a lot n seen a lot n so has his mum. they look after each other the best they kno how despite the negatives in their relationship.... itās complex <3
literally got in trouble so. often. at school. he ws always hyperactive (undiagnosed adhd n also probably not helped by the fact he ws jst allowed to eat sm junk food w 459729457952 sugar percentage all hours of the day) bt when his dad left n like. dealing w acting out so severely at home where his mumās bfs were concerned it rly escalated..... i jst think he ws like. literally a terror. probably got suspended so many times. maybe even was permanently expelled before he cld get his diploma honestly. set off a firework in school hallway. smthn absolutely reckless n stupid.
hs hd a bunch of jobs mostly in the service industry...... usually ends up getting fired.... worked at mcdonaldās fr a while n then one day he went in rly high n ate three cheeseburgers in front of a weeping child who hd ordered one.... promptly gt fired bt he ws like yo fuck this place iām quitting n threw off his apron n was like whoās with me??? whoās joining the union??????? to the rest of the staff n they were all mostly like >_> <_< before security approached to forcibly remove him n he grabbed a cookie n crammed it into his mouth in rebellion mid frantic n frankly possessed escape.....
in terms of whtās going on to this day w his living situation i honestly think he still lives w his mum. i can just see this. KHGFSKGHSFGKSFGH. in like. a ramshackle bungalow in delphinus heights.... having said tht she probably isnāt. there tht often nw sheās dating her latest man (jonas, somehow always sweaty no matter the weather, wears too many gold rings n smells like shoe cleaner) who owns a car dealership n thinks heās a kingpin for it. still home sometimes tho.
PERSONALITY:
ziggy spends his days working shifts at an ice cream parlour (one he got fired from once bc he broke in high n ate sm ice cream he was lay on the floor in the bk pants unbuttoned stomach bulging sm calling himself garfield saying he had too much lasagna. they hired him bk tho bc he has a harem of middle aged women who lust after him n it brings customers....) or like. cruising parties...... setting off fireworks.... skateboarding...... breaking into abandoned buildings.... filming stupid jackass type tricks....... playing guitar hero...... getting drunk at the arcade..... sometimes busking fr cash in a tossed dwn hat (very badly) (thinks heās sick at it however)........ or alternatively...... fucking chicks aha...... fuck.......... not exclusive to chicks tho just had to sound despicable bt :smirk: heās bi Baby....Ā
i wonāt lie heās kind of an asshole................ never rly was taught properly how to empathise with ppl so like he struggles w that....... sometimes heāll say smthn thtās genuinely just quite mean n doesnāt need to be said but he doesnāt rly realise itās like bad. n heās like. whatās the deal haha why are u mad......Ā
fuckboy. genuinely jst. rly summarises it well. insatiable. sleeps around wildly. will say heāll call u back n then will not call u back. lies like oh babe iām moving to france tomorrow fuckkkkkkkkk sucks so bad that we can only have one night but letās make it special yeah? tits? n then theyāll see him casually skating past them on the street a week later n be like well clearly heās not in france. ziggy doesnāt care.
calls himself aĀ āgenius inventorā bc he once gutted a vintage analog television n made it into a fish tank. it literally leaked water a bit. still convinced he is a literal visionary never seen before never done again. heās like iām on the brink of greatness. iām the next einstein.
has a bit of a god complex where he thinks heās the sexiest person in any given room n itās kind of funny bc like dylan minnetteās sexy to me bt tht isnāt a widespread opinion n ur being a bit bold ziggy...... regardless has confidence thru the roof tht isnāt rly deterred by anything or anyone.....
dyes his hair 49729572459752 colours every colour under the sun. sometimes all at once jst different patches. wears lots of tie dye tshirts n basketball shorts even tho he doesnāt play basketball. rly colourful sneakers. just lots of loud colours tbh. often wears a paper clip in his ear as an earring. pierced it himself. someone probably recorded him doing it fr his insta story. probably was drunk.
drives a vespa around tht is baby blue with pastel yellow polka dots. it has lots of tin cans attached to the back by string like on those cars when u just got married. he did not just get married. u can hear him arriving frm over a street away.
almost never pays fr anything bt is always likeĀ āyo itās my treatā n then either dine n dashes or u have to pay
his idea of romance is nuking a hot pocket as breakfast in bed n then complaining heās hungry n eating half
WANTED CONNECTIONS:
fuckboy antics: heās insatiable. rabid. notorious. mayb they fkd n he didnāt call........ jst completely ghosted........ mayb they were genuinely into him n he honestly built up kind of false pretences abt them having a connection n then jst dipped..... cldĀ b good fr angst n drama <3 someone please egg his house he deserves it <3
high skl heathens: locals tht were equally chaotic in hs..... just picture him having this group of misfits tht were like so loud n always getting up to no good doing god knows what god knows where.... probably gt arrested together breaking into an old abandoned hospital one time........... rly just doing the absolute most at all times............. probably so loud........... drinking n smoking far too much.....
an attempted teenage relationship: iām like. tentative to even put this one bc i just feel like ziggy wld be a shit bf. KJHGFSHGFHGSFHGFKGHFKSG. but. maybe it ended in drama.....iād say this wld probably be a girl bc in hs he probably ws less open w his sexuality... maybe ziggy cheated on her or she cheated on him................ angst........ strife.... we love it we love it........ i crash my car into the bridge... i donāt care... i love it... sudden icona pop moment me stood on stage singing karaoke.... itās just gone 7am as i write this so i apologise if this is losing any. coherency. smiles so sexy....
last adolescent plot i swear: i picture when ziggy was expelled he somehow amassed a large group to protest w signs outside the school fr him to be accepted back. it didnāt work. he threw a party when he received news he hadnāt got back in anyway. maybe ur muse was involved or helped organise this or was violently opposed.
enemies: ppl who just. donāt like ziggy bc like honestly thatās so fair n valid. KJHGFKGHKSFGHSGKHSFHG..... mayb he like. exploded their mailbox one time when they were younger. mayb he skated over their toes. mayb he fucked their bitch aha fuck................. (joking btw) (donāt condone misogyny) (hashtag feminism). cld be fun to play around w
fwb: probably hs a few of these......... mayb theyāre cool w things being no strings attached n lax n at ease w ziggy being the mess tht he is in general..... mayb they want more bt ziggy cannot provide...... mayb they literally donāt get on at all n this is their only mutual ground n they keep coming bk to each other.... :smirk:..... whatever u Farncy....
maybe ziggyās mum dated ur museās dad at one point???? we can discuss this if u think it fits..... cld be fun to play around w............
coworkers: past or present r fun..... mayb they were like WTFFF is this guy fking ONNN at a past job (heās had a few in the food service industry so pretty open in tht area)... mayb they work w him at the ice cream parlour now..... cn discuss the dynamic probably wld be dependent on the muse involved fr like. how heād act n stuff.... :yum:
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the retrospective: aliceās 1k special || lover masterlist
matchup requests: CLOSED
@bbytetsuā asked:Ā šid love a matchup. mbti: infp/isfp. in kind, creative, strong-willed, independent, romantic. my hobbies: cooking, doing my nails, gym-ing, watching movies, writing, astrology. my style is minimal, a lil romantic, and a lil punk (i šdaisy daisy tv, vivienne westwood). fav outfit: white oversized button up + corset skirt (like orseund irisās gamine skirt) + black kitten heels. fav drink: cold barley tea/passion fruit green tea w boba! i dont have a fav team but it wouldnt b karasuno yikes + omg i didnt know my house or patronus lmfaoo but i took a quiz n it said ravenclaw n orca š³ hope that helpsĀ ā ang
A/N: aHHHHHH ANG!!!!!! HIIIIII I HOPE U R DOING WELL ALSO OMG TYSM FOR GOING OUT OF UR WAY TO TAKE UR PATRONUS + HP HOUSE TEST HEHEEH OOO THAT IS SUCH AN INTERESTING COMBO WITH ORCA + RAVENCLAW. LOTS OF LOVE -alice PS - lmaoooooooo I was gonna match u with suga but ig thatās not happeningĀ
Your matchup is: Semi Eita
How you met: Youāre working part time as a bartender at a place where Semi regularly performs with his band. He probably does 2-3 shows per month, and you come in early before the night starts to set up the bar, so the two of you end up talking because itās only the two of you in the bar until opening. Youāre working on finishing up your college degree and Semi just graduated and started his job as a civil servant. The two of you strike up easy conversation whenever heās setting up for the night, and by now you know his regular drink and have it ready for him after he and the band finish their set. Eventually, you find out that the two of you actually attended the same university, only that you were in different departments/colleges.Ā
Your first date: I feel like Semi is the kind of guy who will play things by ear for a while - and figure out if youāre interested or not. He probably just approaches you after his set and sits down at the bar until closing, sipping his favorite drink. He offers to help you clean up and the two of you enjoy companionable silence. Probably acts all chill/suave and is like āhey do you want to go out with me?ā once you finish locking up the bar. For your first date, probably a nice dinner befor hand followed by a movie. I feel like Semi is a sucker for classic date ideas. Ooo but heād probably take you to a drive in movie theatre - probably in a pickup truck. He packs several blankets, pillows + snacks so the two of you can lie in the bed of the truck watching the movie in peace. Lots and lots of cuddling during said movie.
Your first kiss: Ahhh itās so romantic bc it also happens on your first date. The credits are rolling and people are slowly starting to pack up their stuff but you and Semi just sit there, kind of leaning on each other and enjoying each otherās presence. Slowly the lights + the projector turn off and itās just the two of you and the stars. Mayhaps there is (coincidentally) a shooting star or meteor shower as you cup his cheek to bring his face closer to yours. I just imagine after the first time your lips touch Semi canāt get enough and pulls you closer, dragging you into his lab where the two of you continue to make out for quite a bit before packing things up and driving back to the city. When he drops you off at your place late at night he pulls you into another long and fierce kiss before you get out of the car.Ā
Anniversary: I feel like Semi would get you two matching/paired leather jackets - custom made/comissioned with some elaborate embroidery. They wouldnāt be identical, but the designs would be similar or centered around a similar theme - maybe the same flower/object embroidered but with slightly different designs that represent your individual quirks and personalities - your jacket might have symbols related to astrology, have some laces/ties whereas semiās might have some references to his band + volleyball. I feel like you might get creative and maybe getting some custom jewelry for the two of you - some rings, studs, earrings, etc. For the day of the anniversary itself - the two of you have a lazy day at home - maybe a jam session or karaoke session where Semi plays the guitar + binge watching marvel movies or something.Ā
How they propose: Probably after you graduate from university. Semi still plays gigs at the bar you used to work at, except now that you have a full time job in a field youāre passionate about, youāre usually part of the audience, nursing some fruity version of a Long Island iced tea. As the band has grown, Semi has also grown as a songwriter (letās be real heās secretly a poet) so theyāve been performing more and more songs with Semiās original lyrics/melodies. Towards the end of the night, when the bar isnāt as crowded, Semi steps up to the mic and dedicates the next song (I think he might call it āglowing eyes in the eveningā) and itās basically a song about your first date + other memories in your relationship. At the end he walks into the audience and kneels down in front of you, and says āHey, can we get married?āĀ
What your wedding looks like: Definitely on the smaller side - Semi is a private person and invites a small group of people that he genuinely cares about + really values to the wedding. I feel like both of you have kind of a punk + modern aesthetic, so I feel like your wedding might also reflect that - Iām thinking youāll probably find a gothic style chapel (architecture wise) to get married in bc it matches your aesthetic, but also the decorations would be super sleek + modern. As part of your reception Semi sings you a song + your first dance is to the recording of the song he sang when he proposed. I think Ushijima and Tendou tag team the best men toast and Semi probably yells at Tendou to stop calling him āsemi semiā but also Tendou comes in clutch by providing desserts/chocolate for your wedding.Ā
Newlywed/domestic hc: You and Semi buy a house together, mainly because you convert one of the larger bedrooms into a creative studio/haven of sorts. Itās soundproof so Semi can jam inside and also has a bunch of production equipment but itās also sort of cozy - with fairy lights, bean bags and a lot of throw pillows + blankets. Also thereās a lot of cupboards of stuff that you use for your artistic/creative projects. Also I feel like you and Semi would enjoy couple workouts - maybe every weekend on Saturday morning youāll clear out your living room and lay out some yoga mats + weights and follow a workout video together.
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@androgynouswordsmyth: āHi Tum c: this is for your matchup event! 5ā6ā, with an hourglass figure, has that broad shouldered goddess energy going on. Used to swim competitively in highschool & still have a nice shape. Would describe my style as athletic comfort meets swamp witch. Love wearing black, it goes with everything. But also one of those people that wears workout clothes because theyāre comfortable & easy. An admirer of all things relating to the occult & witchcraft. I have two tattoos small ones on my upper thigh & on the inside of my bicep. Often asks āWhatās your sign?ā Green eyes & shoulder length brown hair that is dyed seafoam green. I am soft spoken & gentle when I interact with everybody. All about self growth & healing. A huge advocate for self care. Love venting about my dumb corporate job. Deep down I'm a rebel anarchist. Often says things like āIām just a cog in their machineā or āmetal till I dieā. My end game is writing fantasy novels for a living writing is my passion. I am a person who gets lost in thought & day dreams, a homebody who is fatigued & curls up in bed with Netflix playing in the background while I write rp responses or some of my own stuff. I have depression & anxiety, which I manage with both medication & therapy. Am attracted to bad boys/girls. Kindness & respect in my relationships are important, emotional maturity & a sense of humor are huge & my favorite color is dark pine green. Someone from BNHA, NSFW. Write what feels right.ā
notes: aiden! iām so happy you participated in my event, also you seem like the coolest person? ever? so of course i had to pair you up with one of the coolest dudes in bnha! your support means the world, thank you so much for being my mutual on this hell app ā„
why i matched you:
Ā» you and dabi would get along exceptionally well, both with how you are and how you present yourself. your inner anarchists would collide beautifully and no doubt lead you two into trouble, but who else would you rather start a riot with than someone like him? he thinks itās kickass that you understand what it means to be a pawn in societyās game, and has no issue with having you by his side to tear that shit down.
Ā» dabi really adores your aesthetic. he finds it incredibly intriguing and thinks it suits your personality well; your hair, your occult lifestyle, and boy does he love your tattoos. he often offers to pay (w stolen money ofc) for you to get more if you want them - one of the best ways of self expression is covering yourself with art, and he supports it wholeheartedly. he likes to trace the ink on your skin during intimate moments and often finds himself admiring them elsewhere, thinking about how gorgeous youād look with a few more pieces in places only he could see.
Ā» though he might not be as poetic as you, dabi admires your creativity and urges you to keep up with your passion. heās going to be super lowkey about it but he shows that feeling by doing smaller things, like picking up notebooks for you here and there or offering to get you better quality pens for when youāre brainstorming a story. he wonāt tell you but he sometimes reads your stories at night while youāre sleeping (only the ones youāve offered for him to read, though), and is always left in awe of how talented his girl is.
Ā» when heās not painting the town red or burning someone to a crisp, heās more than happy to stay at home with you and curl up with a good show. despite his wicked, cold demeanor heās actually very affectionate with the person he chooses to pursue! so expect lots of gentle touches, lazy kisses here and there, soft whispers here and there about how warm you are and how nice you feel against his charred skin. heās not afraid to show you his love because if you can stick with someone like him, well, thatās proof enough that youāre worth it all.
Ā» dabi never does anything without purpose. every action he takes is a part of the grander scheme of things, and he does so with such a drive that is rivaled by most heroes. so you can definitely check maturity off your list. as far as humor goes? heās a smug bastard, and his sly remarks and teases are aimed directly at you for the sole purpose of making you smile. sometimes heāll just sit and say the dumbest things to see how hard he can make you laugh, because in a life surrounded by death and darkness, your giggles really help him see it all in a different light.
Ā» dabiās experienced enough trauma to understand what your inter turmoil is like, but heās beyond proud of you for taking charge and handling it however you can. heāll be your biggest supporter when you need it and is so goddamn protective of you. youāll never not feel safe, because itās that constant worry in the back of his mind about how just being with him puts a target on your back that pushes him to take extra precaution. you might have a few close calls here and there because, letās face it, villains are ruthless - but at the end of the day heās always able to pull you right back to him and remind you heāll always come for you.
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Dabi rolls off of your spent body with a slight groan, the thin sheen of sweat covering both of your bodies glowing in the dim light of the bedroom. Your chests rise and fall to a steady rhythm of labored breathing - and as much as you both loved being tangled with each other mere minutes ago, you need a second to let your sweltering skin cool off and your aching muscles to relax after that particularly tiring session. Dabi catches the exasperated sigh escaping your lips and grins from your slumped form in his peripheral.
He always thought you looked the most beautiful like this. When your eyes were half lidded and pupils blown, skin covered in teeth marks and bruises, hair haphazardly strewn about on the pillows. It was a sign he did a job well done, and the image brands itself into his memory every time heās lucky enough to see it happen. Lost in his daydream, he doesnāt see that sinfully innocent smile tug at the corners of your mouth when you catch him zoning in on your post sex euphoria.
āYāknow, youāre more than welcome to take a pictureā¦ they last much longer.ā
He laughs, a short exhale from his pierced nose, āI might just do that, doll. Next time.ā
Your smile grows wider and you prop yourself up on your elbows, sliding over the tangled sheets to get closer to him and be able to reach and trace over the stapled skin of his chest with delicate fingertips. He closes his eyes at the feeling before loosely wrapping an arm around your lower back, thumb gliding back and forth just below your ribs.
You bask in this comfortable silence for what feels like a lifetime. This was your favorite part of the aftercare, just enjoying each otherās presence that much more as you regain a stable heartbeat, eventually letting Dabi gather you in his strong hands to lay you over his scarred chest when the cool air overstays its welcome on his skin. Once your cheek meets his chest he leans forward to ghost a kiss into your damp hairline, lips lingering there a bit longer every time. The steady beat of his heart usually lulled your eyes closed with its melody. At this point, it was all routine.
Dabi is the first to break the silence, the deep gravel in his voice reverberating through his chest against your ear, āYāknowā¦ if weāre gonna fall asleep like this, the least you could do is read me a bedtime story.ā
āToo tiredā¦ sāyour fault.ā he feels your smile and hot breath against his pectoral, broad chest rumbling in laughter at your quip.
āHm, guess I need to go easier next time. But you werenāt complaining when I was balls dee-ā
āDabi!ā You smack his skin and whip your head upward to look him in the eye with a look of feigned shock, and it's hard to contain the giggle that escapes from your dropped jaw. He chuckles again before craning his neck to leave a peck at your bottom lip, his hand raising to push your head gently down to his chest again, the other finding its way beneath the pillow under his head.
āShh, just go to sleep, stupid.ā
āShut upā¦ dummy.ā
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Impromptu Cuddles (part two)
"Imagine having to share a bed with Spencer during a case, only to wake up wrapped in his arms."
~IMPROMPTU CUDDLES~
Part OneĀ // Part Two // Part Three
Description: During a case, Spencer and the reader are forced to share a room with only one bed. Cute fluffy shit happens.
Warning: Mentions of a really bloody case, probably some cuss words. Unless repressed romantic feelings are a problem for you, then nothing else, I don't think.
Genre: fluffy fluff with a tiny bit of angst if you squint your eyes and tilt your head exactly fourteen degrees to the left.
Pairing: Dr. Spencer Reid (Criminal Minds) x non gender specific Reader
A/N: part two, most of its in Spencer's POV. Also, just saying, this was written, like, two years ago, and I was too lazy to edit it as harshly as it should have been, so that's why there's some bits that don't make a lot of sense. This definitely isn't an excuse for my shitty writing, or anything. And that's still not my picture, credit to whoever made it.
Words without A/N: 2300Ā
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Stumbling over to it, I plopped down my go-bag and slumped down onto it. Even if it was a bit uncomfortable, it was still the first actually bed I'd been in in nearly two days, and it felt fantastic.
I heard Spencer close the door and move around towards the couch, he to plopping his things onto the ground before falling back into an extremely creaky love seat-style couch.
Sighing, he muttered a soft, "Good night, (name)."
Now I felt bad, that couch was entirely to small for the lanky doctor, and from the sound of it, incredibly uncomfortable. I couldn't make him stay there.
"Spencer," I sighed, "you can take the bed, I'll sleep there. Its way to small for you."
"No, its, its alright, (name), I'll sleep here, its f-fine," he sounded kind of nervous about something.
"No, seriously, Spence, get over here, I'm not making you sleep on that thing."
I got up and walked towards him, he had managed to curl up into an unbelievably strained ball to get all of him onto the little couch.
"I don't need the bed. Take it."
I pulled his things over to the bed in place of mine, and headed back over to him. I shook him slightly and crouched down in front of his face.
"I'm alright, really, I insist you take the bed, I'm fine where I am," goddammit, Spencer.
I pulled at one of his arms, attempting to get him up.
"C'mon Spence," I started, being quickly interrupted by an increasingly nervous-looking, shaggy haired, boy-wonder.
"I... I'm not m-making you sleep on here. Maybe..."
He let his words trail off and I just sat down beside him in defeat.
"What? Maybe what?" I pressured.
"W-well.. May-maybe we should just, uh, you know, share...? O-o-of course only if you wanted too, that is. Did, uh, did you know that sleeping in the same bed as another human can boost one's immune system, steady heart beat, help in the reduction of bad dream, and the sharing of body heat will keep approximately three times warmer which aids in deeper and more restful sleep and I'm rambling I'm sorry I'll shut up now..." Oh this boy is adorable.
"Spencer, one, I find your rambling adorkable. Two, if you're comfortable with that then sure?" He had some good points, I knew we both got nightmares, and the less there were of them the better. I had some severe insomnia and sleeping near someone might help with that as well, not to mention I was already almost shivering it was so cold, and I didn't see any heating system on the way in.
At my comment about his adorableness he flushed slightly and mumbled some form of 'no I'm not' before I got back up and made sure that Spencer was following me, and not just trying to get me to let him stay on the couch. I chose the side of the bed closest to the wall, and went into the tiny bathroom to get into my night wear. Some teal shorts and a Black Baths T-shirt that was a good five sizes to big on me. The bottom reached all the way down to just above my knees and the supposed-to-be short sleeves reached past my elbows and halfway down my forearm. When I came back, Spencer had already gotten into some pinstripe sweats and a baggy T with 'I ā¤ Ļ' written across the front. I giggled a bit at that. I don't giggle. I really need some sleep.
I crawled across the creaky bed and onto the other side to lay down, curling my body into a ball and turning away from Spencer. Saying a quick goodnight I fell asleep almost immediately. Feeling Spencer lay down beside me and the vibrations of his chest against the bed were the last things my mind registered before I was out like a light.
**Spencer**
I felt so incredibly uncomfortable on the ride to the Inn we'd be staying at. I was trying not to squish either of the people on either side of me, Emily was already being crushed by Morgan and (name) just looked so much more small and fragile when they were tired like they were.
When they joined the teamāclosing on a year ago nowāI had naturally thought them beautiful and charismatic, but now that I've gotten to know them better, well, they're one of the best people I've ever known.
They're so kind and never once have they told me to shut up like the others would when I would start my rambling. On several occasions, I actually saw them look hurt when the others would do it, like they actually liked listening to me.
On occasion, just like right now actually, I would catch myself watching them. Watching the way they would move and how they would get kind of flustered every time the car rocked enough to push them into the door, or harder into my side. They were beautiful and so innocent looking and kind and brilliant and oh god I think I've fallen in love with the kid. They were never one for talking much, which could be a bit difficult whenever anyone tried to make small talk with them, but it was just one of their quirks, and it meant that they were a really good listener, which everyone needed every now and again.
As we pulled up to the motel I felt them tense against my side, taking in the view of the parking lot. I didn't bother even looking up at the scene of the lot, I had read up and seen it all already when I had looked up the places information. As Derek stepped out not-so-gracefully and spoke his words, he threw a light, almost undetectable wink my way, and a nod at the person who already looked like they had fallen asleep beside me, leaned into my shoulder. He knew of my infatuation with them, and it irritated me to no end. Actually, everyone seemed to know except (name) themselves.
I wasn't sure if I wanted them to know, actually, I wasn't sure what I would do if they did find outādespite the teems beliefsāI didn't know everything. But, statistically speaking, there was very little chance that they would have feelings for me, not in the ways that I had for them at least. Most people; similarly to animals, were genetically made to seek out a mate who could clearly protect them and their offspring. Someone stronger and obviously more masculine and dominant.
If anything, most would be more attracted to someone along the lines of Derek or Aaron. Not some scrawny kid like me.
As Morgan returned to tell us that there was some issue with the rooms and everyone started filing out to figure out the issue, I gently slid out from under (name)'s head and carefully leaned their head back against the seat. I got out and was in the process of closing the door and following when I noticed them shiver ever so slightly. I quickly pulled off my jacket and playced it over their little body, before turning to follow the team, coming face to face with a smiling agent Morgan.
"You're so into them, pretty-boy, why don't you just marry the kid already?" He said in a loud whisper. Chuckling quietly when I flushed and looked away from him, walking towards the Motel.
"I don't know what you're talking about," I fibbed as I walked past him.
"I see the way you look at them, you aren't fooling anybody," he pushed off the car and followed after me. "Except maybe them."
"Pfft," I scoff, "you don't know what you're talking about," I mumble, still flushed.
I picked up my pace as I head into the run-down lobby area. The curtains and seat cushions all moth eaten and there was a thick layer of dust over everything in vicinity of my sight. There is the distinct smell of cigarettes and moth balls in the air. Not a good combination.
Picking my way over to the group, I start to listen in on there conversation with the kid behind the counter.Ā
"What do you mean there's been a change in vacancy? We called you like twenty minutes ago!'' Spoke a very dead-looking JJ, Morgan naturally decided to jump into the conversation.
"I'm sorry, sir, but how exactly could the rooms just be fu-," I didn't stick around long enough to hear the rest of his verbal abuse on the poor kid. Iām sure (name) would be getting cold by now, the temperature had dropped substantially in the last few minutes and only the minutest of protection against the cold would be provided by my overcoat.
I stepped into the cold air of the night and made quick steps towards the car, wrapping my arms around myself to fend off the shivers.
The thought of getting to be alone with them āeven if it was just for the few minutes that it would take to wake them and walk backāput me in an oddly lighter mood. Like some of the exhaustion that still raked my body had been lifted off of me. I picked up my pace, anticipation of being near them raced through my chest, and to be honest, it scared me. I didn't know why I was so infatuated with the (eye color)-eyed person, and the simplicity of my not knowing terrified me to no extent. Yet it was an oddly titillating sensation too. Like I was an ice cube being dunked into hot coffee.
As I reached the vehicle that we arrived in, I couldn't help but feel a bit giddy. I quietly opened the door, being sure not to awaken them before absolutely necessary. I knew, even if they wouldn't admit it, they would come a close second on the lack of sleep front. Of course, Hotch would clearly take first, but they couldn't have slept more than twenty minutes in the last seventy-two hours. As I slowly opened the door, I couldn't help but admire their peaceful expression. They looked so calm, for once, I almost didn't want to have to wake them. For the first time in several days, they didn't look stressed to hell and back. I sat and let my eyes rake over their beautiful face for a moment, only looking away when I realized how creepy that could come off as.
Staring down at my hands for a moment, I sighed heavily. They would never see me the way I saw them, I shouldn't be feeling this way. I can't love them. Seeing them in my jacket didn't help that aspect, however.
I crawled hastily into the back of the vehicle, softly closing the door as not to wake them.
Leaning over them, I felt that same burning ache to reach down and kiss their sweet lips. To hold them in my arms and never let them go. I reached down, dragging my fingertips over their cheek and forced myself not to grip the back of their neck and pull them closer to me.
Dear god, I'm being creepy.
Whimpering in defeat, I quickly moved my hands down to their shoulders to shake them gently into consciousness. After a solid couple of shakes, they finally groaned and flickered open their eyes, looking up at me with groggy, sleep-filled, eyes.
"Hey, (name), come on, you can sleep once we get into the room," I whispered to them, refraining from running my fingers over their cheek again.
Slowly, they sat up, shooting me a thankful smile before slowly starting to crawl out of the seat behind me. As we stepped out into the cold, I watched them pull the jacket closer around their small frame, clinging to the jacket as the cold wind hit their sleep-sensitive skin. Again I fought the urge to reach out and touch them.
I shivered slightly and re-wrapped my arms around myself, watching (name) as they tried to hand the jacket to me, likely realizing it was mine. I softly declined, taking it from their fingers and gently laying it over their shoulders, I couldn't help but run my fingers down their arms as I pulled away.
I admired them as we walked, their eyes were heavy with sleep, and their head hung low with stress. I watched the way their hair blew into their face from the too-bitter wind, and it took all of my self control not to reach over and brush the lock of (your hair color) back behind their ear. Almost reaching out, I quickly looked for something else to distract me. Glancing around us, an idea popped into my head.
Statistics.
I rambled aimlessly as we walked; everything from the importance of a good nights sleep to the statistical amount of crimes that occurred in hotels of the nature of the one we'd be staying in. Admiring the way they nodded along and hummed every so often ā it was almost as though they enjoyed my pointless rambling. That thought made my insides fill with some fluffy, warm, great feeling that made me all warm inside. Ung, wow that sounded like some cliche love story monologue.
I went quiet as we moved through the doors and into the office (which, to be honest, wasn't a whole lot warmer than the outside) and listened in to the conversation raging on a little farther in.
"And you're sure there's no other rooms? Or at least some with double beds?" Came the sound of Morgans deep voice.
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