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rynhaswritersblock · 4 years ago

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gross (hc) | p.p.

summary: chaotic mess in which you pull a Dumb Bitch Move and write a song for peter while relying on the hope that he never sees it

warnings: i've already cussed. that speaks for itself ALSO FLUFF THIS IS VERY CUTE IM PROUD OF IT

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- HEADCANON TIMEEEEEEEEEEEE

- yeahyeah!!

- you guys i cannot stop saying "yeahyeah" i do not know why i just... it's a part of me now

- i think i got it from bigballerclaire on tiktok LMAO

- ANYWAYS

- BY THE WAY THIS IMAGINE IS KINDA A REVERSE ONE OF "camera"

- speaking of, why the Fuck did i call that one "camera". that's the most boring name??? did i forget to change it before publishing????? i need to go change that name (so if you can't find an imagine called camera by the time you're reading this IT'S BECAUSE I CHANGED THE NAME LMAO)

- OKAY! LETSGETIT

- so it's late at night

- like midnight or something

- and ur in ur FEELS okay?

- (we all know that feeling when you've been reading fanfic for like hours and then it's one am and you finally look away from your screen and stare at the ceiling and you're like. holy fuck. and then your brain drifts and ur like I WANT PETER RN!!!!!!!!!)

- yeah that type of FEELS

- and guess who's a musical genius in this imagine?

- bitch it ain't me!

- it's YOU!

- YEAHYEAH!

- so you're like a hella songwriter

- think joshua bassett and olivia rodrigo on instagram iykyk

- keep an eye out (for selener.. jkjk) for olivia's song later in this imagine

- so OBVIOUSLY you're like::

- i need to get out my feelings

- i like writing songs

- ... 0_0

- To The Journal!

- so basically YOU WRITE A SONG

- ABOUT PETER

- BECAUSE HE'S YOUR BEST FRIEND AND YOU'RE IN LOVE WITH HIM AND CAN'T HANDLE ALL THE PENT UP EMOTION YOU'RE FEELING

- YEAH

- okay so i am stealing this song from olivia rodrigo because it deadass fits PERFECTLY

youtube

- this song goes SO HARD

- pro tip if you play guitar/uke the chords are on ultimate guitar it's VERY FUN TO PLAY

- anyways i most DEFINITELY recommend listening to this song while reading this because like...

- ??????????????

- yeah you get it

- i'm putting the lyrics in because i Feel Like It and it Adds To the Imagine

- i don't think i'm capable of writing a sentence without randomly capitalizing shit good god

- so HERE ARE THE LYRICS

Not long ago when I saw you there With your brown eyed grin and your messy hair And every girl at the party was looking at you I wonder what I'd say if I knew back then That the brown eyed boy'd be my best friend And the one I'd give my heart to (ooh, ooh, ooh) Now everything reminds me of you Your pictures framed all over my room And if I hate someone you'll hate them too As long as I'm your darling angel I don't need anything in the world 'Cause I feel like the luckiest every second that I'm your girl I wanna do everything with you Take the highs, I'll take the lows I'll keep you close Give you the most, oh baby I like you so much it's kinda gross Yeah, I like you so much it's kinda gross

- thank u genius.com da Real Plug

- so YEAH

- you've got those lyrics scribbled in ur notebook

- WHICH BTW

- this is one of those shitty cliches where she WritesSongs! and carries her journal with her everywhere because it's Special!

- and ur stupid cause ur like "im just writing this for myself! to get out my feelings! he will Never see this Haha!"

...

- so obviously

- you can see where this is going

- some SHIT about to go down

- you and peter are at the library doing homework because yeah(yeah)

- and you finish all your work so you just decide to get out your journal and start doodling bc.. like fuck it why not

- and then peter's stomach growls

- this bitch and his fucking Metabolism get the fuck out

- you look over at him and he just looks at you like 0_0

- IM LITERALLY LAUGHING AS I WRITE THIS RN WHY IS IT SO FUNNY TO ME

- you're like Fine Okay Bitch i'll Get You A Snack

- so you get ur wallet and peter already knows what you're doing because this aint the first time

"what do you want, pete"

"a snickers, please"

- he says it all innocently and like imsosorryigetobnoxiouslyhungryeverytimewehangoutipromiseillpayyouback

- cause he's BABIE

- is it babey or babie. i forget. oh well

- you nod and go to the vending machines to get his snickers (and one for you too because snickers go HARD damn i want one rn)

- MEANWHILE

- ha

- peter's trying not to focus on the fact that your journal is Lit Rally (literally) sitting Right There

- it's like bro relax i am literally just Vibing

- cause you keep that lil shit CLOSE TO UR HEART

- AINT NOBODY GONNA LOOK THROUGH YOUR JOURNAL

- until today

- yeah

- he keeps eyeing the front lobby doors by the vending machines

- and just slowly pulls the journal to him and starts quickly flipping through it like a madman

- gotta go FAST

- i'm about to pee my pants i crack myself up sometimes

- it's mainly just little doodles and random notes and thoughts and stuff

- peter sees a drawing of spiderman and Deadass goes "awe" OUT LOUD

- a few people look at him and his face gets all hot (Hot Hot! Hot Chocolate!)

- rt if you agree that the polar express has SUCH weird vibes

- that movie is a fever dream ANYWAYS

- and THEN

- ladies and gents this is the moment you've waited for

- (OHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH stomp. stomp stomp. OHHHHHHHHHHH!)

- i need to rewatch the greatest showman OKAY

- PETER GETS TO THE PAGE WHERE YOU WROTE THE SONG ABOUT HIM

- HIS GODDAMN NAME IS LITERALLY AT THE TOP OF THIS PAGE THIS IS LITERALLY THE TITLE:

a song about peter because i'm fed up right now

(and then the lyrics right underneath ofc)

- moment of silence

- peter just stares at the page like 0_0

- but the inside of his head is like AHHHHHHHHHHFDNGDFKJGNEKLFNFDJBVDJHF

- then he gets all warm inside he's like holyshitholyshitholyshity/nlikesmetoofuckfuckfuckyeahyeah!

- and then he hears footsteps

- Oh No!

- he looks up and the look on your face is just

- 🅱eter what the Fuck are you doing

"you wrote a song about me?"

graphic design is my passion

- anyways you just stand there for a second before shaking your head

"nope"

"but it says my name right h-"

"different peter"

- peter squints at you like are you sure wait really and you sit down, sliding him his snickers

- you Refuse to look at him so you're just like Staring Off as you take a bite out of your snickers a bit too aggressively

- peter clears his throat and you finally look over

- the Second you meet his eyes you just BREAK and lean forward, burying your face into the crook of his neck with an awkward laugh

- peter lets out his Signature Boyish Laugh (the sound you hear when you enter heaven) and he wraps his arms around you

"it's not gross"

"what?"

"your song says, and i quote 'i like you so much it's kinda gross' and what i'm saying is that it's not gross"

"i hate you"

"but i was just about to tell you that i like you too!"

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cuties

i swear i either write an imagine in like two hours or a whole ass week there is no in between

anyways i want this to happen to me

#peter parker #tom holland #peter parker imagines #marvel #mcu #spiderman #peter parker x reader #spiderman x reader #fanfic #fluff #writing #peter #parker #thomas holland

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bellatrixobsessed1 · 5 years ago

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Hey, can you please write something for Icy/Ogron? I dont know where that comes from...I just though of it and idk really liked it. Maybe their first kiss?

Sorry for the wait lol. Warning for drug abuse mentions.

Also sorry for the formatting issues; idk why some letters are bolded lol.

The lights cut out and the final echos of a wailing guitar lose themselves in a fair sized crowd. They are lost further beneath a round of cheers and claps. It is an exhilarating energy. Yet Icy can’t say that she shares it. In fact she is the first to leave the stage. She takes her guitar and heads off. She is certain that Darcy and Stormy aren’t particularly pleased with this new habit of hers.

It is better than her old habit.

Perhaps if they knew then they would understand. But she has kept things under wraps.

She probably shouldn’t have come along on the tour at all, she can hardly last a full setlist, by the end of it she is physically shaky and exhausted.

She leans her guitar against the wall and runs a hand through her hair. God, her head hurt. She can hear Darcy making their closing statements and Stormy promising an acapella encore. The third one of the tour.

The crowds are probably getting aggravated with her for leaving the stage so early. She wonders if she should even be in the band anymore.

Icy rummages through her purse and picks out a stick of peppermint. It does a decent job of stimulating the feeling of a cigarette between her lips, but it lacks the kick she craves. That her body craves.

The withdrawal symptoms are tapering off, but not enough to alleviate the longing. She tries to focus in on the taste of peppermint. It is strong and potent and somehow soothing. She leans back in her chair and stares at the ceiling.

“Hey.”

Icy’s head snaps in the direction of the voice.

“Sorry.” Ogron mutters.

“I thought that you went back to your tour bus.”

“I left my wallet here somewhere, I think.”

“And here I thought I’d get to keep it.” She reaches into her pocket and holds it up.

“How’d your show go?” He asks as he takes the wallet.

“Not as well as yours. Perhaps your band ought to headline instead.”

He pulls out a chair. “Eh…” He shrugs. “Wizards Of The Black Circle isn’t as well known as The Trix.”

“True.” She mutters her agreement. “Our band is the greatest band in the magical dimension.” But she wouldn’t mind passing the headline act to the Wizards if it means a break from the headache inducing flashing lights. “You haven’t heard, have you?”

“Heard what?” Ogron inquires.

“That the quality of our shows have been declining and that it’s my fault.” She shrugs.

“No, I haven’t heard anything of the sort. I feel like your shoes have been excellent.” He replies.

Icy gives an indignant sniff. “They have been subpar.”

“Why do you say that?”

“I have a tendency to leave stage early. It’s hard to have an encore with no guitar.”

“Why don’t you go back on then?”

“I probably shouldn’t be performing in the first place.” Icy shrugs. “That’s what my doctor says. My addiction therapist says that I should leave the rock scene entirely.” She takes a small bite if the peppermint stick. “Too many drugs here or something like that.” She is well aware that Ogron reeks of tobacco. Whether it is from his own cigarettes or the perfume of his tour bus, she can’t say.

“How long you been clean for?”

She twirls the peppermint stick between her fingers, “about a month and a half.”

“Oh so pretty recent then…” He trails off. “Gotta give you props for going on stage at all. Been a little over a year for me.” He nods. “Gantlos doesn’t make staying that way easy. I know he means well when offering me a light, but I’m worried that one of these days I’ll say yes.”

Icy nods. She supposes that Stormy’s offers have the same effect. It helps even less when Lucy and her crew blow smoke in her face and ask when she’d become such a buzzkill. “Sex drugs and rock n roll.” Lucy quoted. “You used to be fun. You used to be the most badass rocker in the industry.” Icy is almost certain that this is what her therapist meant by the rock scene being detrimental to her progress.

And perhaps Lucy’s commentary was justified after years of Icy mocking her for being new to the industry. Not that that had stopped Icy from snapping at her. She snaps at Darcy when the woman suggests that she tries to last a full show.

She goes off on most everyone for the simplest things. Her hair stylist had quit some days back.

“It gets easier the longer you’re clean.”

It sounds about right, but at the moment Icy isn’t so certain, “sure, if you say so.” She rolls her eyes.

“It does.” He insists and she decides that he is probably right. She has gone through the worst of it; the sleepless nights of sweating and inexplicable anxiety. The nausea and the unbearable headaches.

Her concentration still wavers and sleep is still hard to come by, especially when the headaches persist; even if they aren’t so intense as they were the first few days. She is irritable and edgy on most days but at least the sickly feeling has gone. At least she can take care of herself again.

“Lucy is a pain in the ass.” She grumbles.

“The front woman of Draconian Era?”

Icy nods.

“I’m sure she won’t be as unbearable when her voice is hoarse while yours is still strong.”

“I don’t do vocals.” Icy mutters, “that’s Darcy’s job.”

“Still.” Ogron shrugs. “I feel like it’s some kind of display of strength and power to resist the cravings.”

Icy almost laughs. So the man knew what to say to get her to see his point. “I do like power…”

She isn’t sure why she hasn’t talked to him more before tonight.

“I’ve heard.” He chuckles. “Weren’t you trying to take over the world before this?”

Icy nods.

“So how do three witches go from conquerors to rockstars?”

“The same way that evil fairy hunters do, I imagine. Honestly having a large fandom is close enough to having subjects.” Icy finishes her peppermint stick. “They do what I tell them to; I say sing along, they do. I say clap, they clap. I’ve gotten my fans to buy my drinks and carry my guitar. That’s close enough to taking over the world for me.”

“Brilliant.” Ogron laughs, “I wish I thought of that.”

She catches him looking at his watch. She can feel the headache coming on anyhow and realizes that she is well overdue for a cup of tea. That usually helps with the pounding.

“Hey, well, we can chat more before the show tomorrow” he offers, “maybe go out for drinks…or lunch.”

“Sure.” Icy says.

He leans over and kisses her forehead. “Night.” He gives her a small salute and begins walking away.

She lets him walk a few paces before deciding that she doesn’t want to spend another night alone–not that she hasn’t requested such and left Darcy and Stormy in a separate hotel room. “Come to the tour bus with me?” She requests.

Ogron pauses. “I guess I can use a break from cigarette smoke and Duman’s sexcapades. "Let me just tell the guys.”

“Works for me.” Icy replies. “Going to the hotel separate will probably spare us some headlines anyhow.”

#Winx #Winx Club #Winx Icy #Icy #Ogron #Icy/Ogron #One Shot #Fanfiction

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pinkykitten · 6 years ago

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make you feel loved

Marvel

Matt Murdock x plus size! female reader

Warning: self-conscious, insults, low self-esteem, cursing

Specifics: romance, fluff, angst, one-shot, pictures, gifs, race neutral reader, plus size reader, self-conscious reader

People: Matthew Murdock, you, apartment girl (oc)

Words: 2,634

Summary: you go on a date with matt but are self conscious. you have fun the whole date until you see someone prettier at his apartment. you break down and he shows you just how beautiful you are.

Authors Note: im srry fam i did not know how to end this lol so whelp i tried! my first matt reader but i luv him so much and i am so angry they canceled daredevil like how unfair tbh. recently at my household its been hectic and now that its so cold where im at and i have eczema MY SKIN IS PEELING YAYAYAYAYAY...u guys r awesome tho v(｡･ω･｡)

You were ready. Ever since Matt asked you out on a date you have been the happiest ever. It just amazed you that all your life you assumed you were never good enough, that you would never get a man, but fate gave a slap to your face and told you, “girl you are beautiful!” (thats me to all y’all hehe im ur fate)

Going from shop to shop you pick out the perfect outfit for the night. Admiring yourself in the mirror you check out all your places you thought were a problem, but to you, you thought you looked fierce! For once you felt comfortable in your own body, you felt sexy.

“Agh I’m so nervous,” you say aloud to yourself as you are fixing your attire. It was 6:00 and Matt said he would pick you up.

“Perfect,” you smile as you look at the mirror. As you sat down and waited for Matt you started to get nervous. Maybe he was playing you? Maybe this was all a joke, a prank? Maybe he stood you up? “Oh my god,” you thought to yourself, hastily standing up. “I forgot Matt’s blind. I’m such a terrible person, maybe he wanted me to pick him up!” You motion over to your phone to call him but suddenly you hear a knock on your door. You peer through the peep hole and sure enough its Matt.

He was wearing a suit, must of come out of work just now. You open the door and with a cheering tone say, “hey there Matt, how was your day?”

Matt just chuckles and scratches the back of his head, “tough, but better now that I’m here with you.”

You paused as you heard that sentence and scolded yourself to say something good to that, “thanks Matt, I’m glad too. Not that I’m glad you saw me, which I am happy you are seeing...me, but I’m glad that I get to see you too.” Then you realized...THE DANG MAN IS BLIND AND YOU JUST PUT SEE IN A SENTENCE!!!!! “OH MY GOD I AM SO SORRY! Forget all that I just said now.” You were literally over here having a meltdown while Matt just gave you his charming smile and chuckled. “Don’t worry about it y/n.”

You shook your head and mouthed, “you’re such an idiot y/n, good job. See?” Matt heard the whole muttering commotion you had with yourself and offered to take your hand.

Going down the stairs you place your arm out so he could hold onto it. You two walked Hell’s Kitchen together, conversing about everything.

“So where are you taking me?” Your heels clicking with the cement, a smile appearing on your face as you look at Matt.

“I would love to tell you y/n but...its a surprise.”

“I love surprises! Just hope its not ribs or anything like that cause trust me...I get super dirty with that. But I mean if it is ribs I’m fine with it too.”

Matt shook his head and giggled some more at your cuteness. “No its way better, trust me.” As he responded his calloused hands landed on yours. They gently touched, skin to skin. It was a sign of love. He interlocked his fingers with yours and your breath hitched. Usually men would already make up their minds of who you are the second they get a look at you, but not Matt. Maybe it was because he was blind that played a big part in this, you hoped not. Was Matt just with you because he didn’t know what you looked like? Would he leave you if he saw that you weren’t fit, skinny? (peeps that look like that tho r beautiful as well!) Quickly you shook those thoughts out of your head, you persuaded yourself that you were going to have a fun time and that Matt was with you now because he liked you. Those speculations though were in the back of your mind.

You and Matt arrived at the restaurant, it was decorated with many lights that shined like stars. The sound of jazz music playing filled your ears, people chatting lowly about their day, their lives. It was so comfortable and such an elegant restaurant.

“Oh Matt...its beautiful!” You gush as the waiter takes you two to a booth. You sat in front of Matt. Matt put his cane in his pocket and held your hands, “tell me y/n...what do you see?”

Placing your purse next to you your eyes travel all around your setting. “Well there are many lights here, white lights. They look as if like the dark night sky, when there are many constellations out there. Then there are a good amount of people just talking, enjoying their time. The food looks great here, very professional. There is a chandelier in the middle of the building that gives the room a lighten up look. This is really nice Matt, thanks for taking me here.”

Matt grinned and settled back in his seat, “you can’t thank me yet, you have to taste the food its amazing.”

You giggled seeing Matt gush about food, he was so excited, “what do you recommend?”

You two conversed through out the whole dinner. You discussed about your job, family, things that have great importance to you. Matt discussed about his job, his friends and some of his childhood. You learned so many new things about Matt and that just made you see him as a greater person.

The check was placed in the middle of the table. You two reached for it but you picked it up first. “I got this Matt.” You protest putting your hand out.

“Y/n, I need to pay that, I’m not gonna let you pay for that.”

“You need to Matt, its the least I can do.” You were genuine about this, you took your wallet out.

“I was taught manners y/n, the men always pay. Now I’m not saying you are broke or anything, but I want to make your day great so that means I gotta pay.”

You two jokingly fight over who pays for the meal. It was so cute seeing Matt laugh at your jokes and mannerisms.

“Y/n if you don’t let me pay I feel like I didn’t just let you down, I let the world down. My life depends on paying for that.” He points to the white piece of paper.

You mutter to yourself, “that was pretty awesome.” You did not inform him of where that paper was on the table so the fact that he pointed right at it must be luck...right?

“Fine Matt you win, here.” You hand over the paper, laughing at him being so dramatic. (heck i would insist on someone paying for my food like “no no i insist.”)

As you two were leaving the restaurant you could see out of the corner of your eyes these group of people making fun of you.

“Look at her compared to him, it looks like she could eat him.”

“What a cow! No, more like a whale!”

“Do you see how big she is, like how big she is?”

All these terrible comments about your weight were thrown at you but all you did was smile and strutted past them. Their words could not hurt you, not today. Today you were having such a great time you weren’t going to let them win.

Matt heard the insults, his jaw clenching at how irate he was. His anger boiling inside him, all he wanted to do was go over there and punch the shi* out of them. But his anger subsided when he felt your hand on his back. It made him calm, the thought of you made him forget about them and only pay attention to you.

“You ready Matt?” Your voice was cheerful and bright. Matt nodded and you two left hand in hand.

Matt asked and decided that you two should go to his apartment since his was closer and you two could hang out more there. You agreed but were nervous.

Upon entering his tiny apartment you place your items on a table near by. “That is so cool,” you effused, seeing the electric billboard.

“You like it?” Matt asked as he took his jacket off and went to the kitchen to get a glass of water.

“I think its pretty.”

Matt handed you a glass of water and you thanked him. Sitting on his couch you await his presence.

Matt sits beside you and smiles, the moment is interrupted by a knock. “Let me get that.” Matt gets up and hurry's to the door.

When he opens the door all you hear is a girls squeal and her velvety voice. Curious you stand and go see who it is.

“-so I just moved in here and I was wondering if maybe you could help me out to where I need to go in order to get to my room.” She was twirling her hair and you could tell flirting with Matt.

On the other hand Matt could tell you were starting to get angry and upset because of your heart beat.

Here you were, trying to be a good citizen and help this woman out. “Hey maybe I can help you?” You interjected the conversation with a warm smile. The second the woman saw you her face had disgust written all over it.

“Um I’m sorry who are you?”

You shrugged, “just a friend.”

The girl chuckled and twirled her hair some more, “Thats funny I don’t like recall calling you.”

You fiddled with your fingers, “I know I just heard your conversation and thought maybe I could help you out, you know.”

“Sure lets talk outside though,” she suggested.

You followed her and closed Matt’s door. You walked a little ways with her and then stopped at a corner. “Okay so you are room 549, so you are going to take a right over here, and then go to the elevator and then go another right and then you’ll definitely see your apartment there.”

“Gotcha hey is there anyway you could give my phone number to your son, he’s really cute?”

Puzzled you tell the woman, “I’m sorry I don’t have a son.”

“Oh I thought that guy in the apartment was your son,” she had on an evil grin. “My mistake.”

You knew she said that on purpose because you looked the same age if not younger than Matt. “Its fine, we all make mistakes.”

“But still could you get me his number, and mine to his, he’s really handsome and trust me not trying to be rude or anything I think he kinda deserves someone who has my curves yet doesn’t look like she ate all of McDonalds. You know I read that so many people in America are obese, please I’m just trying to look out for you, be careful you are already on the path of like diabetes or more like death. Ever want to lose all that fatty weight, call me I own a gym and a workout plan. Bye.” She handed you a card and trotted off with an wicked smirk.

You stood there, speechless while holding that card. You were trying to hold it all in, not make the night unsuccessful, be confident but all those things washed away out of you, especially the confidence. Tears started to stream out of your e/c orbs. You stood there all alone, feeling disgusting and not pretty. You held the card and just stared at it, as if maybe if you stared at it longer all your problems about your weight would disappear.

Matt was waiting for you but suddenly he heard your heart beat quicken and he heard sobs. Opening the door he went to find you.

“Y/n?” He coaxed as he got closer to you.

In a swift movement you wiped your tears away and gave a fake smile, “hey Matt, I’m fine. I think I might be leaving though, it was nice having this night with you.”

Matt could hear that you were crying so he motioned to you and placed both his hands on your cheeks, you backed away, not wanting him to touch your body.

“Please y/n, come inside and talk to me.”

You did go back inside and stood by the window looking at your reflection.

“What happened y/n?” Matt broke the silence, hands on his hips.

You couldn’t control the tears anymore, “I am just ugly, aren’t I?”

“C’mon y/n don’t say that-”

“I will never be good enough...will I? I wanted to enjoy this night Matt, I wanted to be that confident woman that doesn’t care what anyone says but Matt, I do care, and it does hurt what they say. What hurts more is that they say it so much! I should be used to it by now!”

You turn around and try storming off but Matt grabs your arm, “y/n stay please I need to tell you that-”

“What, you didn’t know I was plus size, I am chubby. No I guess not, Matt I know the bullsh*t you’re trying to do here. I get that you’re blind, but thats why its worse. You don’t know what I look like, but if you did you would be laughing right now, you would without a doubt leave me immediately. I’m not that skinny girl, and you deserve that. You are so handsome and so smart, kind, everything that is good and you deserve a woman that is equally as beautiful as you. I’m sorry Matt, thats not me. I’m sorry I wasted your time, but for me this day was a dream come true. This day made me thought for one second that maybe just maybe I could have gotten someone who loves me for me. Fantasy isn’t reality though.”

More tears streamed down your face, you forcefully tried to walk away but Matt grabbed you and brought you to him for a kiss. Placing his thumb and forefinger under your chin he deepened the kiss.

“What was that Matt?” You queried, feeling bashful and shocked.

“Y/n, I didn’t go out with you today because of any other reason except that I like you, a lot. I know I’m blind but I think you are amazing, I want to show you that you are beautiful.”

Matt placed his hands on your cheeks, “may I?” You whispered a yes and Matt started to touch all over your face, your neck, down to your breasts, the back which you were terrified of him touching. People always made fun of you saying that you have breasts on your back. When he touched those bumps and curves you backed away but Matt kept a hold on you, kissing your lips lightly. He touched all of you and breathed to you during another kiss, “you are beautiful y/n.”

“Wow you just touched ever part of my body that I hate, didn’t you get disgusted?”

“Never y/n, I think your body is beautiful, to me its curvy, its sexy, you’re sexy.”

You still felt uncomfortable, Matt thought of an idea, “here, what if I do this? Will it help you feel more relaxed.” Matt took his glasses off and put them on a table. “Better?”

“You have really pretty eyes Matt,” you say sheepishly.

Matt giggled at your comment.

He then picked you up and carried you to the couch. You were placed on his lap as he touched all of you. “To me you are brilliant y/n, you are wonderful and I want to show you from now on how beautiful you truly are.”

You chuckled and grew confident enough to kiss him again. The kiss became more passionate and fierce, “thank you Matt.”

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vincess-princess · 6 years ago

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Am I a Monster?

hi everyone i’m not dead and even still writing! this was written as a request for @prettyboysixx1974 and spent some time in my drafts (two months uh-oh) before i finally got down to finishing it. sorry camryn, i promised it’ll be smut here, but it turned out that it would be extremely out of character, so i decided to not include it. i hope you’ll still enjoy it though :) ah, and meet my new amazing, lovely beta-reader @polska-tankietka !

Fandom: Guns N’ Roses Author: @arnold-layne Rating: Teen Relationships: Izzy Stradlin\Axl Rose Word Count: 2475 Tags: sex worker\client au, minor violence, unholy thoughts

A meeting with a pretty red-headed hooker makes Izzy ask himself a very important question.

“How much?”

“Depends on the type,” the redhead closed his eyes and blew out a puff of smoke. Izzy couldn’t help but look at him, curling his thin, delicate lips around a cigarette. He’s never seen such a pretty hooker. “Oral, handjob, blowjob, classic?”

“All at once.”

The redhead’s eyes widened in surprise, but only for a second. “That will cost you a pretty penny.”

“So nice of you to care about my finances,” Izzy grinned, making a direct eye contact with the guy until he gave in, blinked confusedly and looked away. “No need to worry, I could afford ten hookers like you, if I wanted to.”

“I gotta check that you won’t screw me,” snapped the redhead in return, “and you don’t look rich. Show me the money.”

“Appearances can be deceiving. And you haven’t told me the price yet,” Izzy reminded.

“20$ for oral and handjob, 30$ for a blowjob and 70$ for a classic. 120$ total. You pay half up front,” the guy said it so quickly, that he either was incredibly good at counting or created all these numbers right away especially for Izzy.

“Don’t you think you value yourself too much, boy?” Izzy said only for the sake of saying something, already reaching for his wallet. “You are going to lose all your clients with a price list like this. Here is your half,” Izzy passed him two dirty dollar bills, which the guy instantly hid in his jacket.

“So nice of you to care about my income. Show me the other half,” the redhead demanded, relaxing a little only after Izzy showed him another two dollar bills. “Alright. Are you gonna rent a room or do you have an apartment? There’s a nice hotel down the road…”

“No, we are going to my place,” Izzy interrupted, reaching for the redhead’s shoulder to guide him towards his car, but he shrank back, not allowing to touch him. The hooker got a grip on himself the very next moment, but it was too late.

“Hey, what the fuck? I wasn’t gonna hit you or something!” Izzy frowned at the redhead. God knows he had never treated his whores badly, but if this one was going to avoid even a harmless contact, like a fucking virgin, he wouldn’t be fun at all. “You’re a newbie, aren’t you? That’s why I haven’t seen you here before?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I used to work in another part of the city.”

“Why did you move then?”

“The police,” he said dryly, this time allowing Izzy to take his arm, and followed him to the car in silence. This boy was a tough nut to crack, and Izzy wouldn’t even bother with him, preferring to find a more compliant hooker, if the guy wasn’t so incredibly, astonishingly beautiful. He should be standing on stage, not on street corners. Izzy found himself thinking with some kind of compassion, but quickly shrugged these thoughts off – the guy chose it himself, after all.

“What’s your name, by the way?” he asked while starting the car. The guy cast him a strange look, but answered, although reluctantly:

“Axl. Without ‘e’.”

“Nice to meet you, Axl without ‘e’,” Izzy said carefully, watching Axl’s facial expression. He expected a negative reaction, but, to his surprise, Axl smiled.

“Still better than ‘Axel’.”

“It doesn’t sound like a real name,” apparently, Izzy hit too close to home, because Axl pursed his lips in irritation.

“Now it does. Yours?”

“Izzy.”

“Did your parents want a girl?”

“No.” Izzy slammed on the accelerator and, accompanied by screeching of the tires and Axl’s almost as high-pitched shriek, he drove onto the road.

***

“Ten hookers?” Axl said skeptically, having walked through the door after Izzy. “It was them who had made such a mess here?”

“Yeah, exactly,” Izzy said, putting his arm around Axl’s waist and guiding him to the room. “If you have a problem with it, you can clean up here yourself.”

“Another 100$ dollars - and I’m at your service,” Axl replied playfully. He seemed to finally relax, but Izzy could still feel the tension in his body as they walked across the room, side to side, and sat down on the couch.

“Alright,” he grinned and pretended to reach for his wallet.

“What the… oh shit, you almost got me there,” Axl laughed shortly, and Izzy realized he was enjoying this sound more than he should’ve. “I wish I could do the same.”

“What ‘the same’?”

“To say absolute bullshit with such a serious face.”

“Bullshit?” Izzy frowned. Axl immediately tensed up and tried to move away, but Izzy didn’t let him go, grabbing his arm and dragging him closer. Axl raised another arm, intending to push him away, but Izzy caught his wrist and pinned it to the couch.

“Let me go!” Axl freaked out, and tried to kick Izzy and wriggle out of his arms. It was a pure miracle that Izzy managed to keep a hold of him. But Axl was almost as strong as him, and it was only a matter of time before he would manage to break out. “Let me go, fucker!”

“Shut-” Izzy actually let go of his arm - and slapped him in the face with such strength that Axl almost fell off the couch. He stopped screaming and hid his face behind his arms in a quick, protective movement.

“-up,” Izzy finished calmly. Axl was breathing rapidly behind his improvised protection. Izzy couldn’t see his facial expression, only eyes shining from under his fingers, watching carefully his every move. Izzy wasn’t going to hit him again, but this alarmed reaction irritated him too much. Did he really look like such a violent monster in this hooker’s eyes?

“Stop this,” he ordered, trying to keep his voice emotionless. “If you behave, I’m not gonna hit you again.”

Axl hesitated for a moment but finally lowered his arms. “Y’all always talk like that.”

“Like what?”

“Stop making a fuss, I ain’t gonna do you anything bad,” Axl imitated mockingly. “Guess what happens next? Something bad.”

Anger rose in Izzy’s chest, its warm wave sweeping through his head, slowly driving him to losing his temper. “Haven’t you ever thought, that if you learned how to talk with clients, you wouldn’t have so many problems? It’s no doubt they beat you up. Nobody likes being talked to like that. It’s not sexy.”

“Oh yeah, poor guys, who don’t get a boner fast enough,” Axl carefully touched his cheek, that was slowly turning bright red. “Do you have the same problem?”

“What? No!” Izzy felt an almost uncontrollable urge to slap him one more time. He was growing more and more tired of this pointless conversation.

“Su-ure,” muttered Axl and recoiled in advance, expecting one more punch as a punishment, but Izzy made a great effort not to do it, instead he got up and headed towards the kitchen.

When he came back with a bottle in hand, Axl narrowed his eyes and asked with suspicion.

“Are you gonna get drunk?”

“We’re gonna get drunk,” Izzy corrected him. “You’re obviously no good when sober, so maybe a good drink will make you friendlier.”

He expected Axl to refuse indignantly, but after a second of thinking, he nodded. “Okay.”

He took the bottle and, without even reading the label, opened it and took a long gulp. “Night train,” he stated. “You said you can afford ten hookers at once, and you drink Night train?”

“No. You drink Night train.” Izzy came back to the kitchen and returned with another bottle. “I drink Jack Daniels.”

Axl opened his mouth, looked at the bottle Izzy was holding, then at his own one – and closed it without saying a word. The first sip Izzy took from his bottle tasted like a victory.

To the “a lil’ bit tipsy” stage and a half-empty bottle, Axl got in a matter of minutes, having chugged it in four or five big gulps. It seemed to have a good effect; Axl’s shoulders weren’t so tense under Izzy’s touch anymore.

“Why don’t you drink?” Axl asked suspiciously, looking at Izzy’s almost full bottle. “If you don’t wanna, give it to me!” he reached out to grab the bottle, but Izzy quickly raised it in the air. Axl didn’t insist on having it and switched to his shitty drink again. “Then drink,” he demanded. “I don’t want you to be sober while I’m drunk. You - clients - are always like that.”

“Okay, okay.” Izzy pretended to take a sip. “Everything for your pleasure, baby.”

“We haven’t got to that stage of our relationship yet.” Axl smiled slyly.

“Aren’t we going to skip it? I mean, we met an hour ago, and already are drinking together.” Mentioning that, with hookers the last stage was usually the first one felt like a bad idea. Moody one-night stands that expected anything else except a bottle of wine and a good sex usually drove Izzy mad. But with this one, he was ready to wait for a little longer.

“Yeah, probably,” Axl agreed, his smile fading away. “We could as well move to the final stage right now,” he said in such a tone that Izzy understood immediately doing this would be no good.

“Calm down, sweetheart, I’m not in a rush. Take your time.”

“Baby, sweetheart… who do you think you are to call me like this?” Axl muttered, but his facial expression softened. When he turned to his bottle again, Izzy poured out some of his Jack into a vase near the sofa. Flowers in it had been dead for a long time anyway.

Axl held his almost empty bottle to his face, looked at Izzy through the remaining liquid and giggled. Izzy rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help smiling as well. Drunk Axl was definitely more pleasant than the sober one. What kind of hooker even goes to work sober? Izzy had never seen a single one of them sober before, and he had seen a lot.

He glanced at inner sides of Axl’s arms. Blinked in amazement and outright stared.

There were no needle traces. At all.

He could as well snort shit, Izzy reassured himself. Or smoke. The guy seemed to be relatively new in business. Maybe he just didn’t get to heavy drugs yet… no, for sure, he didn’t. It was all still ahead of him.

Axl sighed with unexpected sadness and put his head on Izzy’s shoulder. Izzy froze in his place, feeling a strange, warm wave going through his whole body. That was only the arousal and nothing else, he tried to convince himself. It couldn’t be anything else.

“You alright?” Izzy asked, his voice strangely hoarse.

“Yeah.” Axl’s hair fell on his face, but he didn’t try to brush it back. From the corner of his eye, behind these loose, red strands, Izzy could see Axl’s green eyes. Greener than any he had ever seen before, and he knew Axl looked right at him with these unnaturally green eyes. ”Night train’s kicking in. You’re not that bad of a guy, y’know,” he changed the subject so unexpectedly that, at first, Izzy didn’t believe his ears.

“That’s Night train speaking, isn’t it?”

“Dunno.” Axl frowned. “Maybe. Maybe not. I’m in two minds about you.”

Izzy held the bottle up to his face, made a huge sip and hugged him. Axl raised his eyebrow but didn’t pull away. It meant that Izzy was doing everything right – so far.

Maybe he finally found the right tactic.

“Wanna some Jack?”

“Wh- Seriously?!” Axl jumped a little. “What was that fucking ‘you’re-drinking-night-train-I’m-drinking-Jack’ show?!” His eyes were sparkling with indignation.

“Well, I needed to show you who calls the shots,” Izzy was somehow absolutely sure that this was the right thing to say. He already realized that Axl didn’t like dishonesty. “But since you need it more than I do…” he offered Axl the bottle. Axl glared at him for a few more seconds, but then sighed and accepted it, the corners of his lips lowered with disappointment.

“You’re right.” He took a big sip – too big, he must have realized after he choked on the liquid and spit almost everything on his black tank top with ‘Twisted Sister’ logo. “Shit… well, it’s already black.”

Izzy tried his best not to laugh but didn’t make it. Now it was Axl’s turn to roll his eyes.

They sat in silence for a while, Axl quietly eliminating the remaining whiskey, and Izzy watching him secretly. The speed with which Axl was getting drunk alarmed him. At this rate, it wouldn’t take him long to drink to the point of passing out, and Izzy didn’t want that.

“Slow down,” he said, gently taking away the bottle from Axl’s weak fingers. “If you pass out, we’ll have to postpone it till morning.”

“Don’t lie to me,” muttered Axl, following the bottle with his eyes but not trying to reach it. “You’ll only be happier if I pass out. Won’t have to follow the rules.”

Izzy felt like he’d been punched in the gut. Anger again rose in his chest.

All evening – all fucking evening - he tried to follow these goddamn rules. And for what? To be accused of enjoying fucking unconscious bodies by the same hooker he’d been courting all that time, who he’d been trying to make as comfortable as possible, suppressing his own desires?

Axl shifted, moved his head away from Izzy’s shoulder and curled up on the couch near him.

Izzy could feel his already half-hard cock in his pants, being like that for so long that evening it almost started to hurt. He waited all that time. From the moment he saw the beautiful hooker on a street corner, a hooker with soft red hair, delicate face, thin wrists and a cigarette between his fingers, a hooker with no typical boredom in his eyes and weariness on his face, a hooker that seemed alive and thus so much differed from all the others he had ever seen. Now this hooker – no, not like that. Now Axl was here, in his flat, on his couch, half-passed out from all the alcohol Izzy poured into him, completely at his mercy.

Fuck it, something snapped inside of Izzy, and he leaned over to Axl and covered his lips with his own, pushing his tongue inside his mouth. Under the pressure Axl parted his lips and let Izzy in, but his tongue seemed cold and lifeless. His eyes were empty. Jack Daniels had done its job well.

Even through the drunken blush on Axl’s cheeks Izzy saw the reddening trace of his own hand.

“Shit,” Izzy stopped the kiss and buried his face in Axl’s neck, desperation twirling inside of him.

He couldn’t do it to him. He just couldn’t.

#izzy stradlin #axl rose #guns n roses #fanfiction #izzy\axl #straxl #sex worker!au #sorry i've been inactive these months were tough #and will likely be inactive till the start of winter holidays because exaaams #but i've been writing all this time #inconsistently and in short amounts but i did #now this is the longest fic in english i've written #it was supposed to be a smut oneshot but it turned into something philosophical-angsty with pg rating #unfathomable are the ways of god #i'm posting this instead of preparing for my sociology exam on friday #or doing my homework for tomorrow

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strawberryjun · 6 years ago

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highschool!jeno part 2 !!

o k so where did we leave off

so its Monday and hes back in history class, and hes as smiley as he used to be YAYYAYAAAYYYYY

but u notice that there's a little bit of regret or is it guilt ? in his eyes, u cant tell

ur teacher announces a work period so u and jeno r sitting side by side, shoulders brushing

"I broke up with her"

"wow, ,, jeno , are u ok ?"

"yeah I didnt really like her anyway, the dreamies pushed me into it and I kinda think i like someone else anyway"

now this is interesting

lee jeno likes someone else ??? who could it be ???? ;))

but ur not gonna push him so u dont ask

"oh, ok, well, u wanna do our project?"

and u do, u work on it til ur almost done

but theres still some more to go, so u meet up after school again, but this time at his house

he said he wanted u to come over bc his laptop was out of battery and u couldnt Just use yours (I'm not buying it)

anyway ur at his house

and u notice that his laptop is fully charged ???? ??

but u dont say anything and u guys work on ur project

and u finish !!!!! so early too !!

jeno is so happy that he asks u to celebrate !!!

"theres a really cool ice cream place nearby, let's go to celebrate!!!"

how can u resist that beautiful eye smile

u go to the ice cream place and order ur ice cream but before u can get ur wallet out, hes already paying at the cashier

"jeno!!! I could've paid, here lemme pay u bac-"

"no !!!! dont !!! it's my treat !!!! you did give me such good advice after all :))"

literally ur heart just burst

so u sit down and eat your ice cream and talk about everything

about politics, the big bang, clouds and music

"so, u like kanye?"

"it's a bunny on a skateboard !!!" "n o o it's santa eating chicken !!!"

and u just go on and on like that until u realize it's dark out and Oh No

u have to get home before curfew

so u tell him thanks for the ice cream, but youve gotta go

and he says oh !!! of course !!! lemme walk u home !!!!

and so u guys are walking and talking

and u get so caught up in him and his thoughts that u almost miss your house

"isnt this yours ???"

"o-oh yeah haha a H a"

and u get to ur doorstep and ur a little bit Sad bc :((( u wanna keep talking to him :((

"thanks for today, jeno"

"oh, you're welcome, y/n :)) it was my pleasure"

"well I should go in now"

"haha probably"

but as u turn to go in, he grabs your wrist

and it's the first time hes really touched u

and it's weird but it's also amazing

like sparks going off in your wrist and heart

and he turns u around and kisses u

lightly, like the softest touch similar to how a toddler would hold your hand

but it felt like a wave collapsing over both of you, swallowing u up and rocking u around

in the best way possible

he blushes and u blush, and it's hard to look into each others eyes

and he starts to open his mouth, as if hes trying to say something, but u cut him off, putting your lips back on his

and its longer now, and harsher

but not too long or too harsh, perfect

and you're happy

and so is jeno

and hes smiling into the kiss and it makes u giggly

so u end up breaking the kiss because you're both giggling

and he finally looks into your eyes, still tomato red

"that was fun"

and u nod, not saying anything because you're smiling too hard

"its late, get some sleep, ill see you tomorrow" he says, eyes crescent moons

and then you're in your bed, still red and giggly over what just happened

then it's the morning

and you're nervous about what to wear, how to act

because u like him, you like lee jeno

and he kissed you !!!

so u go to school, and hes in history, just like you expected

and he locks eyes with you once u walk in

and immediately goes red, as do you

but he walks over to you and smiles and waves and says a shy hi

"how are you" , , ,, , giggles

"how did you sleep", , , ,,,,, giggles

yall r just the cutest omg

once he gets his composure he takes u out of the classroom (he has a free pass bc his teacher loves him so much)

and into a janitors closet so he can tell you "y/n, I like you . a lot ."

and you're just standing there in shock because he does like you, and you like him and what's gonna happen now and

but you're quiet for so long jeno gets nervous

"oh, , do u not like me ? Its ok if u dont I mean I just kinda assumed bc you kissed me back but if u dont that's totally fine I mean i dont want to force u into anything it's fine I'm f i n-"

and u cut him off, throwing your arms around his waist with an "I like you too lee jeno"

and now it's his turn to be Shook

but before anything else happens, the janitor walks in

"oh, u kids, get out of here !!!"

you guys leave the closet, but before u go back to class jeno asks if u wanna skip and just be with him

and u agree (of course)

so u two are just sitting on the bleachers continuing the conversation from last night before u hear a "oi !!! who's this !!!" and see a pack of 6 ??? boys coming over to u two

ur a little confused before you realize that Ohh it's the dreamies

and jeno introduces u to all of them, mark, the oldest, about to off to college, renjun, a savage (u learn to understand soon enough), haechan, the sassy one (not mean, just sassy), jaemin, the pretty boy, chenle, really loud exchange student and jisung, youngest, always trying his Best

they're a fun group who seem to be misunderstood by your school

you like them and they seem to like you

and you and jeno continue to go out on these lil dates, until a week later he finally asks you to be his officially

to which you say yes !!!

and you're both so happy

he picks u up in the morning so u can walk to school together, you walk to history together, you eat lunch with him and the dreamies

"you're officially a part of the dreamies, y/n" - jaemin "yes please keep the boys in line while I'm gone" - mark "Y/N WILL NEVER TAME US WILDCATS" - haechan

you guys r the schools #1 couple, everyone is jealous of u two

nd you guys r always doing cute shit and having deep conversations where u talk abt ur hopes and dreams and jeno tells u all about how he wants to marry you one day :')

you two are the world's cutest and bestest couple (at least in your and jenos eyes)

and you're both so happy :)))

#thats it !!!#i really like how this turned out #jeno is such a cutie #lee jeno #jeno scenarios #nct dream scenarios #nct #haechan #mark lee #jisung #jaemin #chenle #renjun

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videcoeur · 6 years ago

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Guys i cooked something so good for dinner i gotta give yall the recipe

Unfortunately no picture because my monster of a boyfriend and me devoured the whole thing under 20 minutes it was THAT good

BACON, CREAM CHEESE & BASIL PESTO STUFFED CHICKEN BREASTS

Ingredients:

2 chicken breasts

Cream cheese

Basil pesto (the green one)

6 slices of bacon

Honey

1 egg white

Fresh garlic

Salt n’ pepper

Italian breadcrumbs

Recipe:

Cut your bacon into tiny bits and cook it in a pan until 3/4 cooked (7-8 minutes at medium intensity)

While your bacon cooks, put some rice in the rice cooker if you have some because you need some accompaniement. I also boiled some brussel sprouts in chicken broth to accompany the meal.

Check ur bacon, reduce heat to the lowest.

While your rice and veggies cook, butterfly cut the chicken breasts. For those of you who don’t know what’s a butterfly cut, you cut on the length and open it like a wallet but make sure you don’t cut too deep. Butterfly cut looks like this.

Tenderize the meat very lightly. Not like on the picture shown, we don’t want the chicken to cook too fast but we do want the flavors to fill in the meat.

Salt and pepper inside out the chicken

Crush some fresh garlic

Lather that fresh garlic inside your butterfly chicken breasts

Spread some cream cheese inside and add a spoon of basil pesto inside each chicken breasts.

Your veggies are probably ready, drain the water and set aside.

Your bacon is definitely ready, get that motherfucker on top of the cream cheese.

That bacon grease in the pan? Good for taste. Shove your veggies in that pan and fry them in the bacon a few minutes.

While your veggies are frying, close your butterfly chicken with either cooking threads or toothpicks. I use toothpick.

Break an egg in a bowl but only keep the white. Prepare a plate with Italian breadcrumbs

Your veggies are ready, reduce the heat to almost zero and cover so it stays hot. Your rice is probably ready too at this point, just reduce the heat and cover.

Dip your stuffed chicken breasts in the egg white and then roll it around in the breadcrumbs. It’ll make your breadcrumbs crispier.

Spray an aluminium plate with Pam or some shit like that.

Put the chicken breasts on it.

Add a dribble of honey on top of your chicken breasts.

Cook at 350°F/180°C for 25 minutes.

It’s ready. Devour that shit in less than 20 minutes.

god it was so good so fucking good

#gotta tag my troll cook in that because she would do this #( i; pejila. )#i am a good cook okay #i cook really good things and sometimes i just gotta share

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oceanbreaks · 6 years ago

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T A S K T H R E E : Q U E S T I O N N A I R E

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 001. GENERAL.

does your character have any nicknames ? no, that’s sad someone give him one, make it stupid - like boo bear.

when was your character born ? november 11th, 1984.

where was your character born ? valdez, colorado.

is your character allergic to anything ? nah, this bitch invincible.

does your character have any illnesses ? a doctor a day keeps the apple away.

what is your character’s mbti type ? enfp, the campaigner.

what is your character’s economic status ? upper middle-class.

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 002. APPEARANCE.

what is the color of your character’s eyes ? hazel , i think.

what is the color and texture of your character’s hair ? ramen noodles.

how tall is your character ? six foot, yeet . his only redeeming quality imo .

what is your character’s body type ? lanky af, might break if u step on him.

does your character have any scars ?scarification cos he’s an edgy bitch, prick marks, picked scabs scars.

what is your character’s post prominent feature ? this dicc . kidding xd , his brows be thicc.

does your character have any body modifications ? no piercings, too many tattoos.

what is your character’s clothing style ? mismatched everything.

what does your character’s voice sound like ? annoying.

what does your character smells like ? weed, irish spring-old spice infusion, but mostly weed.

what are some unique mannerisms ( talking with their hands, accents, talking fast, etc ) your character has ? so many hand gestures, put them in your pockets fool.

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 003. FAMILY.

does your character have any siblings ?yeet, an older brother. we kinda stan, sometimes.

what are the names of your character’s parents ? are they still alive ? jane and ryan, they’re the whitest suburban parents okay don’t hold their names against them.

does your character have any children ?not that he knows of.

does your character have a spouse ? no, thank god.

who is your character’s favorite family member ? probably his brother uwu.

did they ever live with their family ? if so, how old were they when they left home ? yeppers, lived with them until he went to college.

does your character want to have children ? or do they want more, if they already have them ? yeah he wouldn’t mind, if it happened he’d be excited but like wldn’t put the effort in to be like hyfr kids !

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 004. FAVORITES.

season: one of true detective. he doesn’t care for the weather !

curse word: shit, that was a classic.

food: pizza, basic bitch.

book: what’s reading.

artist: fábio magalhães , disgusting .

animal: it’s weird to have a favourite animal and thas the fax.

tv show: mind hunter, the twilight zone.

movie: videodrome and don’t u forget it .

social media: y-y-youtube. ( also twitter & facebook ).

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 005. PERSONALITY.

is your character street-smart, book-smart, intelligent, intellectual, slow-witted ? he acts like a dumbass but he’s smart-ish, he literally has a masters in film criticism, i mean u gotta be kinda smart to bullshit right.

what does your character want from a partner ? what do they think and feel of sex ? constant love and attention, sex is cool but watching your partner appreciate ur favourite part of ur favourite movie ? just as orgasmic .

what are your character’s weaknesses ? he’s a bad bitch u can’t kill him.

how well does your character accept / own up to their own mistakes ? how do they deal with the mistakes of others ? he owns up to his mistakes all the time, cos he makes a lot of them xd , he’s pretty forgiving but like . . [ gay judgement ]

is your character pragmatic ? responsible ? reckless? i’m tasha, im 20 and i never learned the definition of pragmatic, good thing he’s reckless then.

how is your character’s imagination ? daydreaming a lot ? worried most of the time ? he doesn’t daydream per se but he has a lot of ideas that he’ll let you know about.

is your character aware of who they are ? of their strengths and weaknesses ?no, he’s oblivious. but ignorance is bliss yeet, it makes him invincible again , he’s a bad bitch. you can’t kill him.

how they react when facing a stranger’s suffering ? what about the suffering of their loved ones ? [ gay panic ] with strangers and [ gay judgement ] with family.

how do they feel about their physical body ? hates it, a shoddy vessel for an excellent soul.

what do other people think your character’s worst quality is ? well he’s a fuckin deadbeat so maybe jot that down.

is your character an introvert or an extrovert ? extrovert , disgusting.

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 006. EXPERIENCES.

has your character ever been arrested ? petty crimes, his parents always bailed him out tho shoutout to them uwu.

has your character ever cheated on a partner ? no, he fucks with monogamy ok ):

has your character ever been cheated on by a partner? no, none of his relationships have ever lasted long enough dhfjg

has your character ever been in love ? how did it turn out ? well ya, probably. how all relationships turn out, down the shithole.

has your character ever had sex ? what was their first time like ? he sure has, it was drunken and awkward and endearing in that way ig.

what was your character’s first party like ? drunken and awkward and endearing in that way. prolly blacked out.

who was your character’s first love ? redacted cos i’m too tired to head canon.

what is their best childhood memory ? what about the worst ? getting into shenanigans with his brother. worst - anything involving his parents and their sad eyes ’n judgement, gross.

what’s the most terrible thing that ever happened to your character ? when he woke up in a literal garbage dumb and got literal rabies and had to get a literal tetanus shot. that and the time he was constipated for like six days straight , ugh.

what are some past occupations your character has had, if any ? he’s delivered pizzas, glenn rhee is quaking. kidding he outsells ly boo.

what are their most embarrassing memory ? any time he’s shat his pants, there’s no way for it not to be embarrassing - no matter how many times it happens.

have they ever done charity work ? um no .. lmao.

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 007. QUIRKS.

does your character drink ? do they take drugs ? imagine if i said no.

what is your character’s most prized possession ? stupid film mementos given to him by stupid film ppl.

what are three things you can always find in your character’s wallet / purse ? condoms ( i say this as if he ever gets laid ), cash, cards.

what are your character’s bad habits ? his whole life, that and he leaves the toilet seat up.

is your character a night owl or early bird ? night owl, hoot hoot.

do they prefer crunchy or smooth peanut butter ? s-s-smooth?

do they prefer netflix or hulu ?both.

do they prefer cats or dogs ? dogs.

are they left handed, right handed or ambidextrous ? left handed, quirky bitch.

⋆ ◦ ° ☾ 008. RANDOM.

did your character like school ? what was their favorite subject ? [ me in 2k12 vc ] i love learning, i just hate homework and like, school and applying things. english ):

is your character good at their job ? hell yeah fr !

what is your character’s dream job ? doesn’t have one, legend.

what is your character afraid of ? what keeps them up at night ? not being in control of bodily functions, aging.

what did your character’s childhood home look like ? was it in valdez ? it sure was, and it was white picket fence suburbia. v cute.

what is your character’s level of comfort with technology ? decent. he knows how to troubleshoot and stuff, he doesn’t use computers for that much though.

what is a talent your character thinks they have but is very wrong about ?singing … sweaty … hush … this is why the band died.

what is a talent your character actually has ? driving , is that a talent ? no ? ok, then having swag.

what does your character’s home look like? listen their apartment is nice ok, it’s just made ugly by bobby’s presence.

#valdez.task003 #i truly lost my last braincells writing this #frances will come later );

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▲ — TOM HOLLAND; REGULUS BLACK is a PUREBLOOD in their SIXTH year, making them SIXTEEN. for being a SLYTHERIN they’re pretty PERSUASIVE & METHODICAL, while also being CALLOUS & ALOOF.

what the FUCK IS UP KYLE ?? WHAT THE FUCK IS UP ?? it is i , els again . if we havent plotted some lit ass shit w amelia motherfukin bones then @ me for that shit as well as this lil poop

ok he sees the sorting of his brother sirius in gryffindor to be a literal personal act of betrayal.,,. like ??? ‘ why couldnt u be in slytherin like the rest of us folks couldnt u have just begged u shithead ’. like he loved his brother so much and he watched as sirius’s relationship with his parents crumble into pieces and he couldn’t do anything about it ?? boy just watched as the bridge ( or should i say tapestry haha ) burn like he didn’t know what was going on. he just watched as the people he loved scream and shout

at first he blamed his parents . he thought they were being difficult but at the same time ?? he had been raised to follow the rigid standards of tradition that he couldn’t help but understand how they felt ?? like he tried to imagine himself in their shoes more than his brother which eventually resulted in him shifting literally all the blame towards sirius. so if u ask regulus , he doesn’t have a brother. at first he rlly rlly missed spending time with the Hoeass but now he’s grown used to being an “only child”

so his parents shifted all their attention to regulus now bc he’s the sole heir suddenly and in order to make sure that some shit like sirius never happens again , they’ve drilled it into him that blood purity is a Must and that the Blacks are and must always be better than anyone else ,l,.,.,. Yikes

hes set to get his dark mark over christmas break and like hes nervous but also ?? ok with it bc a part of him does admire the dark lord in that he thinks there’s a specific person and a strong leader behind the movement so what can go wrong ?? like the boy gravitates towards authoritative figures as if he needs someone telling him what to do and where to go. he has a hard time trusting himself to make those decisions which was why he thought for a split second about dipping with his brother and then immediately scratched the idea . he relied on his parents too much . they were his net and he couldnt leave that

hes not super vocal abt his views on blood purity but u can see it in his eyes and the way he acts around certain people like that one gif set of ryan gosling lookin so disgusted when steve carrell whips out that lit ass velcro wallet is Regulus

hes a quidditch chaser and part of slugclub and the gobbstone club bc.,,, hes got Appearances to keep up he finna look fancy and overall Better than most people bc he gotta thats what u do when ur a dam black i tell ya

ok thats all i got u hoes plot w me pls

#cr.intro

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themusingsofacurlyhairednerd · 7 years ago

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All My Friends Are Heathens; Part 9

{ Part 8 }

{ Master List }

Summary: Octavia attempts to get the gang to start their own society in the woods in order to ditch school, Lincoln spills the beans about Bellamy having a date, cars are stolen, Clarke’s failing at being the Mom-friend... the usual delinquent nonsense ;)

*Delinquent group chat*

TheSuperiorBlake: who wants to abandon all adult responsibilities and create a Amazonian-like society in the woods with me??

i-make-it-go-boom: is this a Wonder Woman scenario where no men are invited BECAUSE SIGN ME TF UP

Murphy is getting on my last nerve

Jaaaaaasssssppper: Wonder Woman was a spiritual experience, I’ll dress in drag and do the hula if you let me in

Guns&Roses: Make him do the truffle shuffle

TrashPrince: U FALL ASLEEP THROUGH ONE SKYPE CALL AND SUDDENLY UR RELATIONSHIP IS ON THE ROCKS

Trikru: OCTAVIA MY LOVE MY LIFE YOU WOULD LEAVE ME??? WHAT HAPPENED TO FOREVER? OUR HAPPY ENDING?? :’( :’(

MillertheKiller: Lincoln, babe, don’t cry

I’ll be ur boo

TheSuperiorBlake: paws off Miller!!!

NurseGriffin: I’m listening

Greenbean: BELL UR GIRL IS TRYING TO LEAVE U OCTAVIA IS BREAKING UP OUR FAMILY

TheSuperiorBlake: everyone is invited you meatheads I just don’t want to study

Jaaaaaasssssppper: Cool cool

is booze involved then?

HeadbandWonder: ah come on! I don’t want to share a tent with anyone that smells like a gym locker :’(

NurseClarke: Guess we’re all sharing a tent with Bellamy ‘cause the rest of u guys smell like old socks

Bellamy smells like a forest after a light rain <3

TheSuperiorBlake: that’s oddly specific

MillertheKiller: Speaking of the freckled wonder... r shirts optional? Bellamy has abs that need to be appreciated

Trikru: that’s Clarke’s job

Iliad: Listen you toadstools I’m in the middle of a meeting

If you’re going to compliment my physique at least wait until I’m available to appreciate the praise

Jaaaaaasssssppper: I vote to kick Bellamy out of our Amazon club he uses too many big words

TrashPrince: Seconded

Trikru: He can’t join anyway

He’s too busy with his new beau ;)

Greenbean: DAD HOW COULD U CHEAT ON MOM LIKE THIS???

Guns&Roses: WAIT IT’S NOT CLARKE?????????????

MOM SAY IT ISN’T SO????????????

Jaaaaassssppper: UR TEARING THIS FAMILY A PART U MONSTER

TrashPrince: I’M THE GARBAGE CAN OF THIS FAMILY YOU CAN’T JUST WALTZ IN AND TAKE MY PLACE LIKE THIS!!!

TheSuperiorBlake: IF IT’S THAT TRICK ASS BITCH ECHO AGAIN I SWEAR TO GOD I WILL MAKE THAT PIECE OF SHIT DISAPPEAR

Iliad:

Meeting!!!!!!!!!

i-make-it-go-boom: Mom did u know about this???

Greenbean: r u sad?

Jasper and I will make u brownies

And give u hugs

Jaaaaaasssssppper: we’ll wrap u in blankets and take care of u mom UNLIKE SMELLAMY YOU SHITBRICK

NurseGriffin: guys I’m fine

TrashPrince: LIES

TheSuperiorBlake: u guys leave her alone

She’s in the first step of recovery: Denial

NurseGriffin: I’m not in denial you meatheads

MillertheKiller: only someone in denial would say that

TrashPrince: As someone who has gone to therapy several times, I can say with all authority that mommy dearest is indeed in denial

i-make-it-go-boom: as a certified mechanic, I’m obligated to fix this AND FIX IT I SHALL

BELLAMY BRADBURY BLAKE GET UR EFFECTS IN ORDER BECAUSE I’M ABOUT TO BITCH SLAP UR SORRY ASS INTO NEXT YEAR!!

TrashPrince: GRAB UR PITCHFORKS MEN

MillertheKiller: I’LL LIGHT THE TORCHES

Jaaaaaassssppper: LET’S KILL THE BEAST!

Greenbean: wut?

Jaaaaassssppper: I thought we were quoting that beauty and the beast song

i-make-it-go-boom: I GET TO BE THE ONE WHO BREAKS DOWN THE DOOR WITH A BATTERING RAM!!

TheSuperiorBlake: this convo really got away from me

TrashPrince: #knockbellamyintonextyear2k17

Guns&Roses: FOR NARNIA AND CLARKE’S HONOR

HeadbandWonder: let’s hit him where it hurts!!

TrashPrince: I’m suggesting a mob and all u want to do is kick him in the junk?? UR uninvited from our mob Harper

HeadbandWonder: I MEANT THE LIBRARY THE TRUE LOVE OF HIS LIFE U DONUTHOLE

TrashPrince: fine ur re-invited BUT UR ON THIN ICE

*Operation Fake Out*

NurseGriffin: listen i know you’re in a meeting and everything, but we should probs tell them we’re “dating” before they kill you

Iliad: Oh I’m not actually in a meeting

I went to get us coffee, I was gonna stop by your house and surprise you, but I didn’t realize until I got there that I left my wallet back at the library. -_-

I just said I was in a meeting so I didn’t have to respond to their idiocy

NurseGriffin: awwwwwwww!! <3 who’s the best fake bf ever?

Iliad: Chris Evans probably

Any of the Chris’s really

But I’ll happily take second place ;)

Anyway... once I get my wallet I’ll bring you coffee and we can talk about when we’re going to let them “catch” us on a date.

NurseGriffin: Just make it fast, Murphy’s trying to start a mob

Iliad: Copy that, Princess

*Delinquents*

Trikru: u know what would be more fun than a mob?? Inviting Bellamy and his gf to dinner so we can get to know them

i-make-it-go-boom: pass

MillertheKiller: hard pass

besides I already broke the driver’s side window on bellamy’s rover

NurseGriffin: U WHAT?????

TrashPrince: WE MUST DEFEND CLARKE’S HONOR

MillertheKiller: Can’t talk I’ve stolen the rover Bellamy can’t escape

GET HIM BOYS AND BADASS LADIES WHO GENUINELY TERRIFY ME

TheSuperiorBlake: Miller is the leader our amazon society doesn’t deserve but desperately needs

TrashPrince: NOT ALL HEROES WEAR CAPES

NurseGriffin: pls tell me this isn’t real

i-make-it-go-boom: come pick me up!! I’ll repaint it and change the plates so the cops can’t find it

Jaaaaaaasssssppper: Monty and I will wipe away all fingerprints

But within a month will have to ditch the car at the Mexican border, change our names, and start brand new lives in Canada from here on out you will call me Reginald!!

Guns&Roses: I want to be Harper

TheSuperiorBlake: I call dibs on being Murphy I’ve always wanted to be a sarcastic asshole with no concern for anyone’s feelings

TrashPrince: u r a sarcastic asshole with no concern for anyone’s feelings

TheSuperiorBlake: feeling real attacked right now

Trikru: square up Murphy

NurseGriffin: listen here children of Satan

Jaaaaaaaassssppper: rude

TrashPrince: fair

NurseGriffin: Being Bellamy's car back and leave money for the broken window in the glove box OR SO HELP ME I WILL CALL ALL OF YOUR MOTHERS

TheSuperiorBlake: jokes on u I don't have a mother

Guns&Roses: this just got real sad real quick

NurseGriffin: don't bullshit me Octavia Blake

We all know Indra is ur step-mother

TheSuperiorBlake: INDRA IS MY BADASS FAIRY GODMOTHER WHO TURNED ME INTO A KICKASS WARRIOR PRINCESS WHO DOMINATES THE SOCCER FIELD UNDEFEATED U COW I WONT STAND HERE AND WATCH HER BE DISRESPECTED LIKE THIS

NurseGriffin: GIVE BELLAMY BACK HIS CAR

MillertheKiller: NOT UNTIL U ADMIT U LOVE HIM

Greenbean: speaking of the freckled wonder...

He's taking this rather well

TrashPrince: Doubtful

He probably had a heart attack in the middle of his meeting He's probably being resuscitated as we speak

*Operation Fake Out*

NurseGriffin: Bellamy, the platonic love of my life

U beautiful cinnamon roll

my pseudo lover

Iliad: Is this about my rover?

NurseGriffin: Oh so u are still getting the group messages?

Iliad: Getting them? I crawled into the back of my car to grab a book I needed to return while I was back at the library and APPARENTLY MILLER DIDN’T SEE ME AND HAS STOLEN MY CAR WITH ME IN IT!!

NurseGriffin: OMG

FOR REAL??

Iliad: No I just like being a drama queen

OF COURSE I’M FOR RHDKWNFIJINWIFJUP

sorry, I hit my head on the seat when miller hit a speed bump

NurseGriffin: I’m calling Kane

Iliad: Please don’t. I don’t want to have to explain why Miller’s blood is all over my car.

NurseGriffin: Bellamy I love you, but I’m not waiting for you to get out of prison if you murder Nathan.

Iliad: After all we’ve been through??

I’m hurt Clarke

NurseGriffin: Our fake relationship is not built to survive prison

Iliad: You’re supposed to be my ride of die!

NurseGriffin: ur about to die riding in your stolen car without a seat belt

*IceIceBaby direct messaged Iliad*

IceIceBaby: why is ur car speeding through the school parking lot like it’s a Fast & Furious moment?

AND WHY WASN’T I INVITED TO RUN FROM CAMPUS SECURITY IN THIS EPIC MOMENT DUDE!!

Iliad: because i’m not driving my car

IceIceBaby: damn dude

ur missing out then

I’ll put the video on facebook for u

Iliad: my hero -_-

*Operation Fake Out*

Iliad: Clarke listen

Miller is driving my car so fast I can hear pieces falling off

Campus security has been chasing us for eight blocks

The entire Arkadia police force is probably gonna be here any second with a helicopter and I will inevitably be shot out the windshield like a rocket in the next few minutes

So in case I go out like a human bullet, there’s something I gotta tell you

NurseGriffin: Is this about the time u cheated off me in math?

Iliad: That never happened

And if it did, I wouldn’t waste my final breath on it

I’ll pay for that *hypothetical* sin in the afterlife

Iliad: I really didn’t want to tell you like this

I had it all planned you know

We were gonna go to the botanical garden and I was going to sit you down in a secluded little spot and tell you... which sounds kind of cliche now that I’m saying it.

I don’t know, I guess I always pictured it surrounded by flowers so I could tell you they didn’t compare to you

NurseGriffin: what’s happening right now?

Are you proposing to me?

Iliad: Clarke I’m in love with you

For real

I kinda, sorta, suggested the fake date thing so you’d see I could be a good boyfriend and maybe, you know, wanna date for real.

NurseGriffin: u tried to trick me into dating u??

Iliad: Not mfhrnedifnrkfkj

NurseGriffin: O MY GOD BELLAMY ARE YOU OKAY????

BELLAMY??

*Delinquents*

MillertheKiller: ABORT MISSION

ABORT MISSION

OH MY GOD I’M GOING TO DIE

SAVE YOURSELVES!!!!!

TheSuperiorBlake: what’s happening?

Iliad: MILLER DROVE MY FREAKING CAR INTO A POLE TO AVOID CAMPUS SECURITY

WHILE I WAS IN THE BACKSEAT

HE’S NOW RUNNING DOWN THE BLOCK SCREAMING

HE HAS 5 SECONDS BEFORE I TEAR HIM LIMB FROM LIMB

maybe a little longer, I hit my head really hard and then threw up climbing out the back window

NurseGriffin: why aren’t u answering my texts u jackass???!!!

i thought u were dead!!!

u can’t just tell me u love me and then not respond to my texts!!!

Greenbean: BELLAMY TOLD U HE LOVES U????

Guns&Roses: wait, but aren’t u dating someone new???

Trikru: i was trying to tell u that he was going out with clarke but NO ONE WAS LISTENING!!

TheSuperiorBlake: YOU KNEW AND DIDN’T TELL ME???

Trikru: i mean he never actually admitted anything but i had my suspicions

TheSuperiorBlake: all the guys minus jasper and monty are uninvited from the Amazon society

Lincoln especially

TrashPrince: WHAT DID I DO??

TheSuperiorBlake: i don’t know

and i don’t care

NurseGriffin: guy!!! not now!

Bellamy are u ok?

Iliad: i can smell colors

everything tastes like blood

NurseGriffin: where are u? I’m coming to get u

Iliad: don’t know

everything is spinning

MillertheKiller: two miles outside of Arkadia

can u get me too?

NurseGriffin: walk u cretin!!

u almost killed Bellamy

this is ur punishment

NurseGriffin: Bellamy stay where u are! I’m coming to get u!

Iliad: oh is it time for our coffee date already?

NurseGriffin: no ur going to the hospital

Iliad: not as fun but probably for the best

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fade to black drabbles, part one

“i’m a rockstar and you’re a fan who snuck in and do you maybe wanna help me ‘blow off some steam’ back stage because ur A) really hot and B) pretty obviously willing“ au. Somehow this also became an ageswap au too almost? I picture Darcy as being roughly 10+ years older than Tony’s 19(ish) in this.

Darcy was sprawled out over the lounger, bass on her stomach while she idly strummed. She’d caught her breath ten minutes ago, but the break was supposed to last another twenty. By now, she knew, Jane and Helen had probably spirited their favorite roadie away for a quickie and Skye was probably going over the tech specs for the lighting for their second set.

She briefly considered going outside and bumming a cigarette, but Skye would kill her if she fucked with her voice before they’d had a chance to sing “Hacker/Slasher.” Of course, she could always -

There was a faint creak as the door opened and Darcy glanced up to see the back of a tailored jacket and a head of dark hair as a stranger swiftly shut the door behind him. He stood there for a second, and she glanced over at the mirror that ran along the length of one of the walls just in time to glimpse nerves on the man’s face before he adopted a cocky expression and pivoted to face her.

”And you are?” she asked, raising her brows.

”A fan,” he said quickly.

Darcy squinted. “You look familiar...”

”Uh, I don’t actually think we’ve met - ”

She skimmed him with her eyes: designer suit, worn carelessly, messy black hair and big brown eyes that were probably twice as tricksy as they seemed innocent, his hands - she had a thing for hands - didn’t quite match the rest of him: long fingers with blunt tips, knuckles liberally stained with black and brown. Not ink stains, they looked more like oil.

That was what tipped her off, well, that and the smile.

She set her bass aside carefully and stood, watching him watch her as she smoothed her shirt down over her stomach. “So... how many people did the Tony Stark have to bribe to get himself into my dressing room?”

He startled when she recognized him, then forcibly relaxed himself. “Fewer than you’d think, security is kinda lax.”

“I’m not usually the one who has to worry about overzealous fans.”

Stark let out a sharp bark of incredulous laughter. “Oh, wait, you’re serious. But you’re so - and your music - I can’t - ”

Darcy smiled, cheshirelike, and leaned her hip against the shelf that ran along the length of the mirror. “Feel free to keep talking, you’re good for my ego.”

“I could be good for more than your ego,” he blurted, then flushed. In spite of his obvious embarrassment at his own forwardness, he didn’t retract the statement.

She checked the clock on the wall behind his head. Fifteen minutes till she needed to be back on stage. “You’ve got ten minutes to impress me, tinkertoy, and if you do...” She beckoned him closer, smirking when he nearly tripped over his own feet in his haste. “We can continue this after the show,” she breathed the last few words against his mouth before kissing him.

“seven minutes in heaven with my longtime crush but we get locked in for hours bc our friends forgot about us” au. Also a college au because I’m a sucker for those under certain circumstances.

Skye thumped her head back against the wall behind her. “Ow.”

”I don’t think giving yourself a concussion is going to make this any better.”

”It can’t make things worse,” she groused, sneering at her companion. Her poisonous expression was lost on him, trapped as they were in the pitch black of a locked broom closet. Who even had closets just for brooms? Tony-freaking-Stark in his stupid-freaking-frathouse, that’s who. Skye remembered being excited to be invited to an Alpha Beta Nu party. Excitement that had faded hours ago.

”I’m sure it could be worse,” Steve said, still trying to be optimistic.

Skye wriggled around, trying to stretch her limbs, settle into a more comfortable position, but the closet was small even before you crammed in six feet something of pure All-American beefcake and five feet whatever of her own special brand of American melting pot.

”Could you - stop. Please.”

”You’re taking up more than your fair share of the space,” Skye said. “Budge over,” she insisted, planting both hands against his shoulder and shoving. It was like trying to move a boulder, only warm and covered with smooth skin and - nope, not a good time to think like that.

The little imp of the perverse that was the source of roughly half her worst ideas popped up, pointing out that getting a reaction out of Steve was at least entertaining and being stuck in the dark with her long-time crush had very swiftly gone from mortifying to maddeningly boring.

”I’m just - ” she shifted around, slipping her legs over his to try and take advantage of the limited space, “trying to get - ” she scooted her butt a little closer to his hip and braced her legs against the opposite wall, “a little more comfortable,” she finished. It was hard to tell, but she was pretty sure that they were now roughly perpendicular to each other. Her thighs rested against his as little as she could manage, but she could still feel his heat against her skin.

”Skye,” Steve bit out.

”What? I’m done moving. Keep your shirt on. Or wait, no, give it to me. I’m starting to get cold,” she complained. She’d let Pepper and Peggy dress her before dragging her over to the party. A short skirt and a sleeveless top were all well and good when in the midst of loads of tipsy-to-drunk collegiates, but much less comfortable when stuck in a broom closet.

”You’re cold?”

”Yes, that’s what I just said - eep!” Steve had leaned over and lifted her - lifted her! Into the air! - and plonked her in his lap. She was shocked enough that she offered no resistance as he arranged her to his liking. Shortly thereafter, she found herself pressed against him, her back to his chest, her legs stretching out on top of his, and his arms wrapped around her.

”Better?” he asked, his breath ruffling the shorter hair that barely brushed her nape and making goosebumps break out all over her skin. He chafed his hands up and down her arms, solving the cold problem and starting a whole new one.

The imp was back, spurring her to shift, wriggling her hips as she readjusted her skirt to cover as much as possible. “Well, now I’m just f - ” She choked, staring straight ahead into the blackness because: “So, Steve,” she said casually. “Is that a roll of quarters in your pocket, or...?”

He groaned and she felt his forehead drop down to press against her shoulder.

”So... not quarters?”

”Skye...”

”Because, I mean, if it’s not quarters, I’ve got a few ideas on how you can keep me entertained and warm.”

“got locked in a walk-in refrigerator/freezer and now we gotta keep warm somehow” au. This takes place in the same universe as the drabble immediately previous because why not.

”Why does this keep happening to us?” Skye whined.

”Our friends are assholes,” Steve said, pressing a quick kiss to her temple. He was still inspecting the door to their make-shift prison. “At least it isn’t on.”

”So Loki wasn’t in on this one.”

”Probably not.”

”But we’re still stuck here.”

”...yes.”

Skye started fishing around her pockets. Huffing in disappointment when she found nothing, she swiftly moved onto Steve’s, shoving him this way and that as she groped around his jeans until she found his wallet.

”Sweetheart, I don’t think the credit card trick will unlock - ”

”Ah-HA!” she cried, yanking out two condoms. “Provisions!”

For the first time since they’d been locked in, Steve smiled.

“you’re a vampire with an aphrodisiac bite and i’m the drunk party-goer you decided to snack on tonight” au.

Jane was trembling, muscles going limp, and would have fallen were it not for the strong grip bracing each of her arms. “When I asked if you wanted to look at the stars with me,” she panted, “that wasn’t a euphemism.”

There was a throaty chuckle and a brief pressure against the top of her head. “I know, сладкий звезда, but your enthusiasm was quite enticing.”

She hmm’d, head lolling back against the cool shoulder behind her. The sounds of the bar were still quite loud, but even so she could hear the shift of cloth moving as her captor shifted, drawing her closer. Lips brushed her neck again, this time on the unmarked side. “You’re not... full?” Jane asked, trepidation welling up inside of her.

”Relax, I will not take more than you can give.”

The lips were back, followed by a tongue, and teeth too sharp to be human. Jane shivered as silky red hair drifted against her bare skin.

”Let go, сладкий звезда, let me show you a different kind of stars...”

“you’re really invested in your tv show/book/etc and i don’t think you understand how much your absentminded petting is getting to me but like hell am i gonna ask you to stop“ au.

Clint was holding still. So still. Well, as still as he could under the circumstances. Those ‘circumstances’ being Darcy’s latest manicure and its continuous, torturous, wonderful application to his scalp. The instant he’d flopped facedown onto their couch and, not incidentally, her thigh, she’d started petting him. At first it was just light brushes over the back of his head, a futile attempt to smooth down the hair that always spiked in the back. Gradually she shifted from strokes to scratches, lightly running her nails from his nape to his forehead, paying special attention to the sensitive skin at the base of his skull.

He was concentrating so hard on not moving, not moving, not moving, not moving, not moving. It took him longer than he wanted to admit to realize that it had been quite some time since she’d actually flipped a page.

He pushed himself up and glared at her. “You’re evil.”

She tilted her head to the side, “Something wrong?”

“Evil.”

“You don’t like it when I use my nails on you?” she asked, pouting playfully. When he continued to scowl, she reached out and slowly dragged her nails from the collar of his shirt to halfway down his stomach. Even with his t-shirt dulling the sensation, he still shuddered.

"You held out a lot longer than I expected, if it’s any consolation.”

Clint scooped her up and tossed her over his shoulder. “As consolation prizes go, I suppose you’ll do.”

#365k365day #amuse writes stuff #darcy lewis #tony stark #steve rogers #skye #jane foster #natasha romanoff #clint barton #in the rock star au thor is the roadie that helen and jane are sharing #darcy is on bass/vocals #skyes is main vocals #helen is drums #jane is guitar #skye can also use the synth and keyboard #she prefers to sing though

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delctrl-archive · 8 years ago

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*MUSIC SYMBOL THO*

♫ – five times my muse swears it’s nota date and the one time it maybe is.— @sycophanticvisionary

1. CINEMA

“Just pick one.”

“I don’t know? I’m still thinking.”

“Look, it’s not that hard. You’re over-complicating it.”

“I’m just not sure.”

“Ryan, if you don’t choose, I’m going to choose for you.”

“All right, all right, gimme a minute, will you?!”

Easy for Joe to say; these are his selections. After process of elimination, the remaining films limit two in the same genre: Goodfellas or The Godfather III. Why is he not surprised this is something Joe likes? Ryan’s never been into gangster movies himself—someone has to force him to watch the first Godfather actually—so maybe he’s stalling on purpose, even though the line behind him is getting antsy.

“Sir, you need to make your choice soon. You’re holding up the line,” the box office clerk wheedles impatiently.

He wants to reject both options, if only because Ryan really wants to see Total Recall, but Joe isn’t a Schwarzenegger fan [how is that even possible? He’s amazing as Conan the barbarian]. Part of him wants to see Edward Scissorhands because that’s a unique concept and Nightmare Before Christmas is bizarre in a good way, even if as a kid Ryan finds it scary. But whatever, he has to decide, otherwise not only will people be pissed, Joe will probably walk out on him.

“Two for The Godfather.” It takes all his willpower not to sigh.

Glancing at Joe, the small smile on his lips tells Ryan he chooses well. That makes him smile in turn as they head to the snack bar.

“What do you want to eat?” he hears Joe ask, though he shrugs.

“You decide. I’m pretty cheap.”

Joe doesn’t argue, just orders them a combo popcorn and fishes for his wallet. It occurs to Ryan that Joe’s paying for everything and that makes his face hot with embarrassment. Does that mean—?

“Is this a date?” Ryan blurts.

It stills Joe from handing over a twenty-dollar bill, his eyes slowly sliding towards Ryan. Ryan swallows nervously, staring back with what he doesn’t realize is anticipated hope.

“No.”

Joe turns away to gather napkins as Ryan stands, deflated, watching. He doesn’t enjoy the movie as much as Joe does.

2. BOWLING ALLEY

Ryan’s probably never laughed as much as he had since getting out of prison, but witnessing someone as tall as Joe MacMillan try to toss a giant heavy ball down a laminated aisle and miss is ridiculously priceless. More than likely Joe doesn’t appreciate being the butt of the joke, but can’t say he doesn’t laugh either whenever Ryan misses a strike out—which isn’t a lot. He practically grows up on this game thanks to his dad’s company team. Ryan knows how to roll a ball before he knows keystrokes.

So, yes, it’s a little unfair he asks Joe to verse him, knowing the advantage he has, but it feels nice to be good at something again, especially against Joe MacMillan, a man who is seemly flawless at what he puts his mind to, regardless of skill level. [Ryan has seen the man’s code, and while it’s like looking at the aftermath of a wild keg party, there’s still some gold nuggets that can make a decent brewery. He may never be great at it, but he’s not unteachable.] When they decide to pause in Joe’s losing streak—he laughs again at the typical-wounded-ego pout on his face—they stop for a pizza break. Ryan carries a tray over with their huge slices and styrofoam soda cups; the one with the hot-pink crazy-straw indicates Ryan’s Dr. Pepper and the cup with lots of ice is Joe’s Coke. The fries they split. Ryan dunks his in too much ketchup, makes a mess of his shirt, and Joe just looks at him with fond exasperation when he gets more napkins.

“Do you still think you’re capable of beating me?” Ryan taunts through a grin and half a mouthful of pizza. “I mean, I gotta admit, you got spunk. Don’t think that’s good enough though.”

Joe scoffs goodnaturedly. “You’re sure of yourself. Don’t get cocky, Ryan—”

“Too late!”

“―You might be surprised. I could suddenly win this and you wouldn’t even see it coming.” Joe’s steady, self-assured voice causes doubt in any other situation but this one. Ryan’s heard it a few times when they’ve spent hours and days looking for something before finding NSFNet. That tone marks the man’s determination as well as an ace hidden up his sleeve.

Not that Ryan heeds it. There’s no way Joe can turn this around in time. There’s a little over thirty minutes of the game left and Ryan’s ahead by twenty-two. He stuffs the rest of his cheese pizza in his mouth, devours it, and slurps down more Dr. Pepper, shaking his head. “That doesn’t scare me, Joe. You’re all talk.” Ryan smirks. “C’mon, prove it.”

He’s not exactly prepared for that look Joe gives. Like he’s said the wrong thing, or maybe the right thing, to put that fire in his gaze; the way he stands so abruptly just screams You’ll regret that. Ryan watches a little dumbfounded as Joe steps into the little sitting area, food forgotten, then takes a minute to peruse particular bowling balls. He ends up choosing a shiny black one, as if it’s an enlarged 8-ball. It’s a surprise when Joe walks up, stands perfectly still, but suddenly executes a perfect throw with just the right amount of leverage and twist that sends the ball gliding across the lane, knocking down the white pins forming a Greek Church.

For a dumb moment, Ryan has the impression of pillars of an old god’s temple being destroyed by Joe MacMillan: a cannon ball come to wreck a false way of life.

The next half hour plays out similarly. Joe keeps nailing his shots over and over until he’s caught up to Ryan, who hasn’t said a word to joke or laugh at Joe’s expense. He realizes how easily he’s been played, that Joe is going easy on him earlier, and that miffs him the slightest bit. But in the end it’s Ryan who wins; as good as Joe apparently is at bowling, Ryan’s better.

“That was fun,” Joe announces on the drive home. “We should do it again sometime.”

“Yeah, sure,” Ryan answers, distracted, with his attention out of the window. He may still be a little bitter at how Joe played him. So he isn’t expecting the hand on his arm that gains his attention on the man driving instead.

“Hey, you okay?”

The concern in Joe’s words melt whatever ire builds. Coupled with that glance of caring worry behind horn-rimmed glasses, Ryan simply smiles and shrugs it off. “Yeah, I’m good, I’m good. We’re good.”

Joe smiles, small and delicate, and nods. “Good. Let’s play again sometime,” he encourages.

“It’s a date,” Ryan agrees mindlessly.

Joe’s smile doesn’t waver, but his eyes close off. He looks back at the road ahead, stepping on the pedal once the light turns green.

3. PARTY

Ryan’s two hours deep in Mortal Kombat, the joystick of his Nintendo 64 in danger of snapping from how vigorously he jerks it left and right, but he can’t care about that now, so close to K.O.-ing a FATALITY on Rain’s flamboyant, Japanese-purple-poncho, black death mask wearing ass. Ryan didn’t unlock Smoke as a character just to have him look pretty with his long white hair and mysticism. He’s been glued to the console ever since he buys it for himself as an early birthday present. Not even his brand new Microsoft PC has steered him from fighting fictional assassins and ninjas designed by America’s greatest video game developers.

It’s Joe’s fault anyway.

“Fault” as if Ryan’s mad—hardly. The day Joe hands this gem over in neat red wrapping paper, Ryan swears he falls in love. After replaying [and beating] Super Mario five times, he’s in need of something new; Joe delivers.

Speaking of Joe, a shrill ringing interrupts his gameplay in time for Smoke to land the finishing blow. “Yes!” Ryan praises, leaping up with arms shooting high the same moment Smoke does a victory taunt. Adrenaline plants a wide grin on his lips and he pats the wall for his phone blindly, but eventually grasps it. “Hello?” he breathes, not quite over his excitement.

“Ryan? It’s Joe.”

“Joe? Hey, man, perfect timing! I just killed it on Mortal Kombat!”

“Mortal Kombat?” Joe is genuinely confused. Figures.

“Yeah, Mortal Kombat, it’s that game you bought me a few weeks ago. For my birthday,” he tacks on just in case he really has forgotten.

“Right, I remember. I’m glad to know you’re liking it so much. Listen, can you do me a favor? I wouldn’t ask if I had somebody else, but—”

“What is it, Joe? It’s not like you to stall.”

There’s a pause, and Ryan imagines Joe’s debating telling him never mind and hanging up, but he’s happy he doesn’t. “There’s this thing I have to go to for Gordon. Business party. A lot of investors will be there—I need someone to come with me.”

“Like a date?”

“No, nothing like that. It looks bad if I go alone.” Joe is too quick to dismiss the idea, but what else is new. It no longer hurts Ryan’s feelings.

But he does chuckle to hide his scoff. “You don’t think showing up with a guy will look bad?” Ryan points out incredulously. He realizes how bad that sounds though. “Not that I have a problem with it, just—”

“Will you go with me or not?” Joe demands sharply, his voice like a cold knife.

“Sure, yeah, yeah, I’ll go. Sure. Look, I’m sorry if I—”

“Great. I’ll pick you up a six o’clock. Wear something nice.”

The line goes dead. Ryan feels like shit for putting his foot in his mouth and he knows he’s going to make it up to Joe somehow. Over the years the guy’s gotten a little more sensitive about his sexuality, the AIDS epidemic startling him into awareness and caution. Of course Joe’s never taken lightly to cracks about the gay community. Sometimes he can be downright vicious defending it.

Before Ryan has long to mope about his carelessness, he checks the clock. It’s four minutes from 5:00 PM and Joe doesn’t live far. Whatever remorse Ryan feels gets replaced by panicked annoyance at classic Joe MacMillan expecting him to break his neck getting ready in a small window of time. Ryan flicks off his television, then hops over his couch to rush down the hall towards his bedroom, shirking clothes as he goes.

He’s proud of himself when he opens the door to Joe exactly at 6:00, dressed in a starch white button-up, open maroon blazer, and black slacks. The contrast of deep red truly makes his skin glow copper. The way Joe looks him up and down slowly only adds to Ryan’s conceit. It doesn’t even diminish when Joe reaches forward to fix his black bowtie before half-smiling at Ryan. They’ll make quite the pair: Joe also looks dapper in his silver-white three-piece suit, his skin freshly scrubbed clean to give a polished peach gleam. Ryan forgets all about how much he hates parties and whether Joe admits it or not, he tries not to focus on the fact it feels very much like a date.

Ryan pretends Joe doesn’t.

4. COASTLINE

Joe invites Ryan out to the water with him. He tries to teach him to surf. It’s the first and last time he tries as they learn Ryan is stupendously awful at keeping his balance on a surfboard while the waves are rocking. He probably swallows more sea water than is healthy, but at least he coughs up some of it.

On shore Joe hands Ryan a towel that he gratefully accepts, rubbing his messy soaked hair after he’s squeezed out excessive water onto the sand dampening beneath his bum. These wetsuits make Ryan uncomfortable, a little more conservative about the skin-tight fabric than he’d like to be. He wishes he can be like Joe, who struts around in his wetsuit like he’s born to model them, or even something as simple as rolling the top half of it down, scars on display, just to lay on a towel while the sun warms them both. Joe looks mighty comfortable lounging on his back, hands atop his stomach, while Ryan imitates a drowned cat vigorously trying to groom himself. Instead of his tongue he’s got a terry cloth that’s mostly drenched—not much good for drying anymore.

“I think I’ll leave it to you from now on to be the surfing expert,” Ryan grouses, drawing his knees up to his chest and hugging himself. It’s a silly attempt to heat up faster, but he’ll take what he can get.

Laughing, Joe peeks a bright eye at Ryan. “Come on, you weren’t that bad.”

Ryan snorts, tossing Joe a look as if he’s crazy. “I got booed by a water skier passing by us. I sucked, let’s face it.”

“They were kind of assholes,” Joe argues mildly.

“Those assholes weren’t wrong though,” Ryan insists.

Humming, Joe’s quiet for a second as he thinks it over. He comes to a decision shortly. “I suppose you’re right. You were pretty bad.”

Ryan sits up straighter, raising his chin, and affects a haughty air. “Thank you.”

It makes Joe laugh like he intends, yet they both go quiet afterwards. Joe tips onto his side, eyes closed, the corners of his mouth faintly curl up, Ryan staring at him for a second too long. He doesn’t want to say what this feels like—out loud—for fear of Joe shooting the idea down. Rather than humiliate himself more, Ryan bunkers down next to Joe, a respectable amount of space between them without seeming too intimate nor too distant. He tucks his hands behind his head, well on his way to relaxed. Ryan will just keep it to himself how he considers this outing to be a date as well.

5. ARCADE

Ryan has a hard time believing Joe’s never gone to an arcade to actually play on one of the machines. He knows that’s where he and Cameron almost hooked up and where he recruited her, so it possibly has a sour taste in his mouth, but he chooses a different hotspot—plus, it’s not like Joe’s life revolves around a timeline of B.C. and A.C.: “Before Cameron” and “After Cameron.” At least he hopes not. Sometimes when she’s brought up he gets this erstwhile look, one of whimsical nostalgia, but mostly wistful remembrance. Ryan has been trying since the day Joe offers home and heart to him to help remedy that ache, but it may be impossible.

The most he can do is subdue it, except admittedly this isn’t one of his better suggestions for a date.

No, not date: hangout.

Now Ryan feels bad. “We can go somewhere else if this if this is too weird for you.”

It’s not a shocker that he’s barely able to finish his sentence before Joe turns on his heel and heads back for the car. Ryan jogs after to keep up, but does give some space. Joe seems a little angry, which is probably better than his sadness. Ryan doesn’t know what to do with sad. Anger? That’s easy.

“Sorry.”

“Don’t.”

The ride to Joe’s place is thick with silence. Ryan doesn’t try to talk again, nor after they get inside and Joe handles him a little too roughly when he steers Ryan towards his closed bedroom. In the morning Ryan may have bruises from how tightly Joe holds Ryan’s wrists down or how hard he sinks his teeth in Ryan’s shoulder and he knows for certain he’ll be a little sore sitting because he asks Joe not to hold back [“Just fuck me, Joe. I can handle it.”] and that’s all Joe needs to let himself go and not treat Ryan like some breakable china doll.

In the morning Joe asks Ryan to leave and Ryan does without argument. A couple days later he calls to apologize, regardless if he’s not sure what he’s apologizing for, but Joe accepts it and Ryan feels lighter. Unfortunately they’re both busy after that.

1. DINNER

Obviously he can still be surprised. “You cook?”

Clearly there’s food set out on the table that definitely isn’t store-bought frozen meals or nearby takeout. There’s some flavored rice, what he thinks is cut-up baked fish mixed with vegetables, and cheesy broccoli. A bottle of sweet red wine even stands between two glasses.

“Yes, I can cook. Why do you sound so surprised?” Joe’s a bit insulted.

Ryan ignores it as he peels off his coat. “’Cause I mean, you’re Joe MacMillan! Cooking is so… mundane.” That makes him sound like a douche, doesn’t it? “It’s just—you didn’t strike me as the type to like that sort of thing.”

Joe eyes Ryan critically, his hard stare skeptical, like he may have made a mistake. “You’re right. I don’t really enjoy it. But I thought…” He looks across the set table and examines the placement and food choice subconsciously, his hands on the back of a chair. His fingers tighten nervously. “I thought you might like it.”

“Oh, I do! I really do, you just caught me off guard, is all.” He’s quick to reassure that Joe doesn’t waste his time with this gesture. “This looks great, thanks, man.” Grinning, Ryan moves to take a seat, but is moderately amused when Joe pulls out his chair. Ryan doesn’t comment, simply lowers himself gingerly into the seat, eyes on Joe, full of unasked questions.

He follows suit while he reaches for his napkin and places it on his person properly, treating his dining room as a five-star restaurant. When he looks up at his guest, Ryan scrambles to do the same after a delayed second.

Joe smiles. “I thought we could try a proper date.”

“A date?” Ryan must have misheard.

“A date,” Joe confirms.

Nope, he hears correctly. He’s not sure what to think. “So this is a date then?” he repeats dumbly. It’s hard to believe after Joe denies all the other not-dates they’ve had.

“If you want it to be,” Joe murmurs, peering at Ryan, fixated. He holds his breath.

Understanding how serious this is, Ryan slowly smiles and he notices the tense line of Joe’s shoulders relax as he breathes. “I want it to be. I do, I really do.”

#sycophanticvisionary #.meme { style: drabble; }#{ i will go down with this ship }#{ macray make me macray }#{ also i did the opposite muse saying it wasn't a date 'cause it seems more a joe thing than a ryan thing tbh }#{ hopefully i wrote joe in character. x_x he's a tough one }

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