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mytheoristavenue · 29 days
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LF Creature x Reader - Mutal Comfort
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Summary: You owed Lisa a favor, but you never expected she'd make you pay it back in the form of babysitting her undead boytoy while she goes to a party.
Warnings: rushed/not proofread, bisexual!reader, reader has an unreciprocated crush on Lisa, angst, fem!reader
"Lisa, I never agreed to this!" You shouted at your best friend as she hurried over to crawl back out of your window.
"I promise I'll make it up," she waved you off, sliding the glass panel up. "It's just for the night, I swear. I'll be back before school."
With that she was gone, hearing no other protests. You stood with your back flattened against the wall, frightened gaze never leaving the thing on the other side of your bedroom.
You were the only person who knew of Creature's presence, being Lisa's very best friend for life or whatever. You'd do anything for her but babysitting her undead little pet was definitely stretching boundaries.
You felt some guilt for your terror, after all, he did look incredibly somber, shrinking into the opposite corner. Maybe he felt bad for scaring you?
"S-Soo...uh," you started, pushing off the wall but only by mere centimeters. "Y-You...Lisa's new boyfriend?" The thing seemed rigid at the thought and reluctantly shook his head. "Let me guess, you wanna be?" You prodded, inching closer still. Another timid nod. The two of you had that in common, apparently.
"You and me both," you sighed, sitting on the edge of your bed. Creature eyed you skeptically, still in the corner but not as glued to the wall as before. "Don't look at me like that, I don't mean I want to be her boyfriend." You paused, wondering if his expression was caused by the thought of you being gay or wanting to be a male, or maybe he was jealous at the thought of competition. "But, I don't know, being girlfriends might be nice..."
By this time, he'd inched close enough to sit on the other side of the bed, still as far away on it as possible, though. You took this as a sign to continue. "It's just that, me and Lis have been besties since like- kindergarten. I even convinced my parents to move her with her after her mom died and it feels like all she does is blow me off now," you ranted. "Like, before the incident, we'd have these long talks about the future, and we were always in each other's but now...I don't know anymore..."
An anguished moan was his only response as he drew his discolored hand to his chest. "Sorry," you said dropping your head. "I know you've gotta be hurting too listening to her ramble on about-" You brought your hands to your cheeks and batted your lashes, making your voice an octave higher to imitate your crush. "Micheal Trent!" He nodded, rolling his eyes slightly. "Y'know, I really don't know what she sees in him? Dude's a class A poser. He pretends to be into all that dark music and poetry but it's literally just to look cool and mysterious so all the preppy girls will fall in love with him."
While you ranted, Creature studied your room, noting how different it was from Lisa's. She had string lights, drawings, and moody posters all over her walls, while yours were tidy and well-organized with framed photos and prints of paintings that matched the color scheme of the walls. Eventually, you caught onto his staring and fell quiet prompting him to glance back to you.
"Didn't mean to fly off the handle, my bad." you muttered, standing up with a sigh. "Anyways, what do you like to do? Got any hobbies?" He stood up with you, wandering over to a keyboard that had collected dust in the corner. Curiously, he stuck a key and cringed at the sound it made. You joined him, explaining it. "That's just my old keyboard. I used to play piano as a kid but when we moved here we couldn't take my piano with us, so my dad got me this. It's kinda like an electric piano, only it's portable. Don't really like it though, too synthy for my taste."
Creature sat down in front of it, fumbling with the buttons on the control board while trying out the keys after each adjustment. Finally, he seemed to have found a setting he liked. "I'm guessing you play?" you cocked a brow. You couldn't have predicted how the cocky smirk then tossed you would make you feel. Following that, he threaded his finders together before pushing them out, cracking his knuckles before dramatically slamming down on the keys.
"Holy shit," you breathed, listening to the classical tune that filled your room. Needless to say, he played beautifully and was incredibly talented. At one point, he even glanced up at you with another shit-eating grin, showcasing the fact that he knew the positions by memory and didn't even need to look.
"You're amazing!" you explained when the song was finished, placing your hands on either shoulder and rocking him gently. "I've never seen that much musical skill from one person! What, were you like a professional pianist in your first life or something?"
To your surprise, he actually nodded. "Jesus christ man, I've never even heard that song before, did you write that?" He nodded again, and again, you were flabbergasted. "I bet you had an extraordinarily hard life." You muttered without thinking. "Art like that only comes out of suffering." As he nodded yet again, this time more bashfully, the two of you shared a moment of silence.
"I'm sorry, that was rude," you realized, glancing away. This time, Creature shook his head, an uncharacteristically peachy hand guiding your face back toward his as he stepped closer. For a moment, you waited to see what wisdom he had to offer, before remembering that no words would come as he stared at you, only able to offer a comforting gaze. "I wish you could talk," you whispered as he pulled you into his chest without you even realizing it. "But then again, maybe it's better you can't." you retorted to yourself bitterly. "I've had enough people tell me to cheer up because life gets better."
Creature stiffened, pushing you to hold you at arm's length, shaking his head again. "You think you got something better?" you asked, rhetorically.
Sensing your irritation, he resigned himself to giving up on communication for now. Taking matters into his own hands, he pressed a palm to his heart, a sign for you to trust him. Gently, he guided you back to your bed, pushing you down onto it. Awkwardly, Creature untucked the quilt from the bed a threw it over you, signalling for you to lay down, before tucking you in. You reluctantly followed his instruction, laying down on your side, tears welling in your eyes from all the overwhelming emotion bubbling inside you. You then watched as he made his way over to your desk, seeming to write something on a sheet of notebook paper Following this, he laid the note at your feet as he took a seat in front of the keyboard again.
You couldn't deny that you were beginning to feel drowsy after the soft music he played filled the room. This song was nothing like the first one. It was sweet and serene, unlike the dark and dramatic one he'd first played- with that cocky grin that made you feel so conflicted.
On the cusp of needing to rest your eyes, you remembered the note he'd left for you, briefly sitting up to reach it before laying back down, holding it up in the air to read what it said as he played your consciousness out.
"The sun does not ever reappear if the rain never stops. To live happily is to find solace in any weather. With the right balance, the flowers will begin to bloom. I hope to one day see a lush garden in you, darling."
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writingoddess1125 · 5 months
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Birthday Gifts
Simon 'Ghost' Riley x FemReader +OOC
THIS IS A BitterSweet ONE
Previous Triplet Series <<<
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⚠️WARNING:⚠️ Saddness, Spoilers, Character Death, Depression, PTSD, Child Birth.
I AM WARNING YOU! THIS IS BITTERSWEET AND IF YOU DONT WANT MW3 SPOILERS LEAVE!
Also if you complain about the Bday I found 3 different birthdays and just picked one- No judging.
You knew this mission would be a hard one for Simon, Leaving you for 3 months to do a final mission before taking his leave to be with you.
"I'll be back- I promise" He had whispered to you, before leaving. It was hard, you were fortunate you were still in the early stages of your pregnancy but it didn't make it easy. Comforting yourself during morning sickness, the ache that seemed to settle over your bones. You counted down the days for your husband's return, as your body swelled with your children.
"Simon?..." You whisper softly, he looked so... beat down in his poster. His hoodie drawn up over his hair and still in a face mask. Something was wrong- You could tell immediately by his body language and how drawn away he was from you-
However it was worth it- You knew he would be back.. He had to.
When you got the message from Price that they would be landing on base in a few hours, you jumped in joy. Getting a nice dinner set and dressing up nicely as you rushed to go pick up your husband. Getting in the old truck which Simon planned to trade in for something new you speed to the close by Marine Base to pick up your husband.
With a quick flash of your badge you waited in the parking lot, scrolling through your phone ready to show off different things you wanted to get the babies.
Hearing the passenger door open you beam ready to kiss and cuddle over your husband but pause. His movements were slow as he sat in the seat not even looking in your direction.
"...Johnny is Gone... we scattered his ashes" He said simply- and your heart shattered for him, understanding immediately what was wrong. Silence after that as you took Simon's hand in your own free one before starting the car and driving the two of you home in silence.
"Baby?" You say softly, the two of you sitting in silence for a moment before he gaze a uneasy sigh.
You had to pick up the peices that night, and the night after and for the next few days... Simon feeling guilt in his heart and regret- Swearing he could have done more, he could have saved him if only... crying in your arms and holding you close as he battled demons in himself.
You knew Simon had delt with the loss of comrades before but never like this.. He set so many regrets on his shoulders, mainly for not being enough.
It took time, but he did reveal why this hit him harder then before- Admitting his final conversation with the Sargent was about his birthday and wanting to knkw Simons. Simon dismissing him of course but Soap begging of course which made the man relent and tell him- Soap snagging his phone to save his birthday so his Lieutenant didn't forget it- It had been a conversation that had warmed his heart secretly making him feel like he was a child again and having made a friend in school.
Only for it to be ripped away days later..
While Simon kept up his normal kindness towards you, you saw the fence he had put back up in his emotions from you. You understood it would take time and eventually come down once again- It took a month for Simon to place his unease away for you, Which you didn't mind since it had been your turn to be a rock for him.
Now hitting your 32 week mark you got Simon back fully- him helping you out in terms of movements as he opened up slowly to you.
And in truth you needed it-
You were HUGE at this point. It was hard to move and the pain was increasing by the day.
Tonight was no exception either, You had been trying to get some rest for the past few hours but couldnt- It was only 11pm and Simon was asleep next to you, lucky bastard- There was pressure on your pelvis and you couldn't move, it having been 3 weeks too long since you could shift your own weight while lying down. Sighing you gently tap Simon away, His eyes opening immediately with instant clearness as he stared at you.
"Im sorry- I just.. I have to pee..and i havent been able to get up in 10 minutes" You said softly, Simon nodding without laughing which you were greatful for as he helped you up and began to help you waddle to the bathroom.
Mid step a gush of liquid rushed down you legs and you almost sobbed right there- Both you and Simon looking at each other and sighing.
"That wasn't pee was it?" He asked, almost hoping it was pee- sadly you shook your head no. Simon nodded and helped you to the toilet before going to get the newly purchased SUV set up. Loading up the bags and three carseats for you as you did your business changed and went to meet him to start the grand adventure to the hospital-
The next few hours were a joy- if hell was a playground.
They were getting you prepped for your C-section and so you'd sat there with Simon waiting as the cramps were eating you alive. You were way too early and they had planned to have your surgery in a few weeks, this however was a awful surprise.
You were leaned against Simon, they had warned him you'd be uncomforble for a while as the drugs worked through your system and they prepped you for surgery.
The doctors rushed in quickly, looking over your charts and the machines tooled up to you.
"We are getting you into surgery now- It seems like the labor was brought on due to your triplets being under high stress and your blood pressure has risen greatly" The doctor said as calmly and carefully as possible- Which did not make you feel calm at all! Simon clearly the same way as in a flash they carted you off. Your eyes as wide as saucers as you were lead into surgery- what could only be described as a tent being placed over your abdomen as they added more drugs to your IV making you feel dizzy.
"How are you holding up?" Simon asked, dressed in the hospital covers that he had rushed on by instruction of the nurses and holding your hand tightly as you stared at him loopy-
"I'm scared-" You whispered, Simon nodding at this in understanding as he kissed your hand. The doctors that surrounded your lower body and proceeded with the surgery, Simon felt his anxiety raise as the familiar scent of copper filled the air but he couldn't see anything. Holding your hand tightly as you both patiently waited-
"Alright, We have the first Baby" The doctor announced, there was a pause for a second before a shrill scream filled the air, a nurse walking around quickly to place the baby in the glass bassinet and began to clean her off. You and Simon watching in total awe at the screaming girl-
"Second on the way" The doctor said quickly, before a second scream happened. Tears running down your cheeks as the second nurse went to clean the baby out as well.
"They are beautiful" Simon mumbled softly as you softly cried, still loopy from the drugs but unable to tear your eyes away from the two screaming bodies.
"First girl is 2.1kg (4lb 11oz) and 40.5 cm (16in), Second Girl 2kg on the dot and 38 cm (15in)" The nurse called out.
2 Minutes after the stroke of midnight a the final baby was lifted from you. Clearly this one begins a bit of a struggle as it wasnt annouced but the cord was wrapped around them-
"Its a boy!" The doctor called out, but his body limp and pale. Tears rolled down your cheeks as you saw the doctors quickly turn away and begin to try and get air in the babies lungs.
Simon was sitting there pale and eyes glossed over, it was like when he first got home after Soap died like he could only see his death and nothing more. His hand holding yours in a iron grip as he didn't move an inch-
The loud cry Seeming to break the spell that hung over the room as the boy was quickly rushed into a bassinet to begin his check over and treatment. Simon taking a breath again as he looked at you, his eyes beginning to return to some way of normal it seemed as he reached a shaking hand over to clear the tears from your cheeks.
"For the boy, 1.8kg (4lb 1oz) and 38cm (15 in)" The nurse called out, The bassinet being brought to your side as you saw your three squirming babies scream out at the world. You sobbing silently and watch in awe, Simon kissing your cheek as he couldn't tear his eyes away either.
"We are going to stitch you up and send you to recovery, Dad wanna come with us?" The nurse asked, Simon looking at you and you nodded- already feeling the narcotics pulling you into a forced sleep.
"Okay.."
The next hour was truthfully a blur for both of you. The babies being carted in and out, you bring pumped up with more drugs and Simon in a daze that in one day he was a father to three children..
The nurses asking him questions and lead him away from you to the nursery area were he could hold his kids while you rested. Having him scrubbed down and in cleans as he was seated in the clean room to hold each of his children, Holding both girls as he marveled at them- they looked so much like you.. A perfect mix between the two and in his eyes the most beautiful girls in the world.
"What about feedin's?" Simon asked his exhaustion making his accent stronger, especially after noting the lack of baby bottles. The nurse giving a sympathetic smile to the new father.
"They are on a feeding tubes" She said softly and pointed to the machine one of many attached to the tiny newborns.
Simon sat there, holding the little boy finally. Sadness in his eyes as he stared at the tiny Lad, smaller then his sisters and having barely survived the hard birth as the nurses told him, the tiny tube that was taped on his face didnt help Simons thoughts either.
The girls were asleep in the glass bassinet on the other side of him, He sat there holding the boy who had just been laid in his arms and sighing softly... the flashes of his own father going through his mind as doubt ate at his soul, Tommy as well- How he would be as a father.. what it truly ment to be one.
Jumping from his thoughts his phone started to buzz, not wanting to wake the babies he pulled it out quickly and silenced it- Seeing it was a reminder for something... His eyes widening at the text.
'November 12th 01:07am 🧼 Birthday'
"Son of a Bitch" Simon said with a sad laugh, shaking his head as he remembered his comrade and the request of a birthday gift from the Lieutenant.
"Couldnt let me forget could you?.." Simon said softly, tears welling in his eyes as he stared back at his little boy and held him closer. "Happy Birthday to you then..."
♡ Hazel Grace Riley - November 11th 11:56pm
♡ Rose Ann Riley - November 11th 11:59pm
♡ John 'Johnny' Scott Riley - November 12th 12:01am
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l3viat8an · 9 months
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Hola Ro 🥰
This is gonna be a mouthful but...
Thinking about Human! College au! Dorm neighbor! Beel and Belphie gets like 5 seconds of this lmao
Oc he's still a big eater but imma tone it*way* down cuz he human.
This bitch is the best cook in the entire dormitory. Like there is no broke college boy here because in addition to his job he sells lunch/dinner plates. They're reasonably priced but he sells so many that his profits are pilin' up Belphie has to help pack and deliver the trays.
Just imagine you move into your new dorm and before you even unpack your first item, there's a soft knock on the door. You open it up and you're honestly surprised at how far back you have to tilt your head to see the smiling face of this ginger. You studder a bit as you greet him and he smiles back warmly. "Hey! I'm Beelzebub, but you can call me Beel. I'm a Junior here" He smiles lifting up a tray "Brought over some lasagna, thought you might enjoy it" Oh! So that's what that gigantic tray he's holding has in it! Accepting the tray with a little smile you swear it weighs like 5 pounds. "Thanks... Uh, Would you like to join me? I couldn't possibly eat this much lasagna alone" He tilts his head slightly "You don't have a dormmate?" You shake you're head in response and Beel frowns a little bit. "I bet that's pretty lonely." He shakes his head and then smiles brightly again. "Well feel free to come by our dorm any time. I'll introduce you to my roommate tomorrow"
Beel comes in and the two of you eat lasagna together on your futon with box tables like a scene from a movie and you're taken aback by how much he eats. The tray of lasagna is finished in just under half an hour and you converse for a bit, complimenting him on his culinary skills and talking about classes and schedules. Eventually, he heads back to his dorm because whatever he was cooking in the pressure cooker is done and he needs to go pack meal trays. You offer to help as a thank you for the lasagna and he accepts joking about Belphie needing his beauty sleep anyways.
This becomes a regular thing for the two of you and Belphie is honestly grateful that his naps no longer need to be cut short. And surprisingly Beel's sales go up because you bring the flavors of your culture to the little business. Eventually it grows so much that Beel can quit his job and expenses are still fully covered.
Cutting to the list part of the hcs lmao
���� Beel who finds himself a bit flustered as mix and chop ingredients, occasionally lifting a little spoon to his lips for him to sample the flavor. Admiring the cute satisfied face you make when tells you the flavor is perfect.
𓆦 Beel who eventually gets bold enough to lick a little bit of batter of your cheek, chuckling as your cheeks turn pink from his actions
𓆦 Beel who buys/makes lots of cream filled treat because he loves how a little bit always spills out of the corners of your mouth when you take too big of a bite. Imagining is his cum spilling out of your mouth instead of just the cream of a pastry
𓆦 Beel who jerks off in his room at 1 in the morning because he can't stop thinking about how your small hands were wrapped around the piping bag as the two of you iced mini cakes together. Wondering what it would be like for them to be wrapped around his cock instead. Belphie eventually knocking on his room door, telling him to be quite because the walls are thin and you can probably hear him from inside your dorm.
𓆦 Belphie who visits you in your dorm asking you to please just fuck Beel already because he has to deal with Beel's horny ass all day, every day.
𓆦 Beel who takes you on a proper date before he even tries to make a move on you because he wants to be a gentleman
My fingers are dead from typing this (´༎ຶ ͜ʖ ༎ຶ `)♡
~🍒
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🍒!!!!!! I have no words oh fuckkkkk-
𓆦 Very silly first thing but Beel who has a poster of Garfield eating lasagna in his kitchen :))
𓆦 Beel who during your date (if you went out for a change) sends a quick texts to Belphie telling him to get out so he can get laid-
𓆦 Beel who is the perfect gentleman throughout your whole date!!! Even asking before he kisses you because he doesn’t want to move too fast…
𓆦 Beel who can’t and won’t stop kissing you after that. The sweet softness fades away into hungry, biting kisses, as he nips at you bottom lip hoping to slip his tongue into your mouth. Only ever braking the kiss long enough to mumble about how good you taste~
𓆦 Beel who tries so hard not to just rail you into next week- he really wants to be gentle and slow…make it feel special for your first time with him…but when you whine and moan like that he can’t help it. Folding you practically in half on the bed and just stuffing you full~
𓆦 Beel who can’t stop telling you how well you’re taking him, how good you feel around his cock…how it’s so much better then he’s imagined and oh fuck- don’t squeeze him like that….he doesn’t want to cum too soon!-
𓆦 Beel who covers your tummy in his cum cuz he’s worried about cumming inside on ‘the first date’ :((
𓆦 Beel who still, after all that, wants to eat you out and have you cum on his tongue…..please? He knows you’re sensitive but it’ll feel good!! He promises!! He would have done it first but he couldn’t wait to feel you around his cock-
𓆦 Beel who carries you into the bathroom to wash the cum off, before taking you back to bed (dressed only in one of his huge t-shirts)
𓃾 Belphie who sneaks in as quietly as he can’t at like 3am….but can’t help peaking into Beel’s room. Seeing your body wrapped around Beel’s, “Good date?” both you and Beel open one eye and whisper back in unison, “Great date..”
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purplekoop · 6 months
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Role Requeue Status Update
So, as mentioned in my last post, I figured it'd make sense to elaborate on where my thoughts are with the Role Requeue AU, a project mostly focused around gameplay changes (with some lore changes to help explain some of the more drastic overhauls) to refit every existing hero into a brand new role!
Let's start out with a recap of the existing reworks, either the ones I've made myself or those suggested by others (which is so far a list of... one):
Tracer: Support. The poster girl of the main game was the first character I used to explain this AU's concept. While she hasn't gotten a formal post detailing her new kit, I explained most of my ideas in the original post. Her trip in the slipstream ended up with her gaining the ability to rewind not just her own condition through time, but also the ability to share this with others, healing wounds by rewinding the body to a state before the wound.
Reaper: Tank. The second character detailed in the initial post, the menace known as Reaper is being reimagined from a whispy specter to an almost liquid mass of a being, draining the life of his victims to be a resilient menace. Like Tracer, I didn't actually detail his kit, and I'm actually struggling slightly to do so, so expect his own post later too.
Widowmaker: Tank. Complementing Reaper with Overwatch's most iconic duo of longest-standing villains, Widowmaker is also given a major character overhaul to make her a terrifying type of tank. While I had her marked down as a Tank in the initial post with a vague idea in my head to take inspiration from a scrapped character from official concept art, @daylightcommand3 came in with a basically perfect kit to match the concept, imagining her using long cybernetic spider legs to move around, and web-based abilities to ensnare her prey and defend her team in the process. As far as I'm concerned for now, their post on her is as good as "official" for the AU.
Mei: Tank. Hey can you tell my favorite and least favorite roles yet. In seriousness, I don't think this one's much of a shock. Taking her already defensive playstyle up a notch, Mei is now outfitted with a cryogenic power armor suit to give herself the durability and stature needed for the Tank role. This was the first one to get an official separate post, detailing her entire new kit, so she's functionally "complete" outside of artwork.
Zenyatta: Damage. A more hands-on (and feet-on-the-ground) approach to Zenyatta's already damage-heavy playstyle, Zenyatta is now a melee-ranged fighter, with a variety of abilities letting him to get some damage in from a distance, get in close, finish off a target, and get out safely. The most drastic rework yet, but one I'm still fairly proud of. While his visual changes are less drastic than Mei's, I'd still like to give him some art eventually.
Sojourn: Tank. Last character to get a formal post as of now, and the first OW2 hero (let alone post-OW1-launch hero) to boot. With more high-power cybernetics to bulk up her build, and a bigger, badder Railgun she's now built to weild, Sojourn's effectively taken Zarya's role of "big lady with big gun who takes big damage and hits back with aforementioned big gun powered up by said big damage". While her post had more to do with the concept design process and lacked any real lore changes, I don't exactly have drastic story changes in mind for her besides "she buff now", so once I get a design out for her I'll be relatively content with where she's at.
And that's... six. Look I swear I have more ideas than just turning DPS into Tanks. Granted, I have more DPS I want to turn into Tanks, but that's besides the point here.
Let's go over some minor reworks first, ones that won't require major visual overhauls. I mentioned these in what was basically my second post on the AU, but here I'll keep things more focused:
Doomfist... is awkward. I mean, the devs beat me to the punch (ha) on this one, he's one of two characters who've been officially "requeued", and unlike the other rapidly approaching instance of this, I agree with them on the change. So... I'm at a crossroads of how I wanna be lazy. Do I just use old Doomfist's kit, requeuing him from Tank back to Damage, or do I accept his current kit as a requeue from Damage to Tank that happened officially a year before the AU itself. I like Tank Doomfist more than DPS Doomfist, both on a thematic level and a gameplay level (mostly in terms of fighting against him), so uh... current compromise is that he's a tank still, but he has Rising Uppercut instead of Seismic Slam. Somebody wins here.
Symmetra is the other hero who's changed roles in the actual game, and while her history in both roles has been tumultuous (as explained in that other post), I have a relatively solid idea for how I'd change her kit to make her actually work as a proper Support. I'll detail this later, but just know for now that it doesn't require any major design or lore changes. Maybe a minor design change would be fun, making her main color yellow like in her initial art would be fun, but her light blue is pretty iconic to her now so I'm not sure.
Sombra, a hot topic lately who looks like she goes to hot topic, is the subject of the game's most recent major rework. So recent in fact that it's going live in literally a day from now. Her new kit definitely gives me ideas for how I'd tackle the Support iteration of her I've been considering for a while, but not by too drastic a measure. Again, no visual redesign or lore changes planned.
Echo is the last one of this bunch, another of the lovely ladies who I think should've been Support this whole time. Echo's a very funny hero to conceptualize reworks with considering her literal defining character trait is, like a certain silly little jester, doing anything. This is another one I've considered ideas for in the past, and while it definitely needs work I think I was on the right track. Once again, no story or design changes, she already looks and acts so damn much like a support it actively makes me a little mad.
So that's another easy four, only three of which I think really warrant posts of their own. 10 down, which is only about 25% of the cast jesus okay
Moving swiftly on, now I'm gonna go over the rest of the cast I have ideas for, starting with the (former) Tanks:
D.va: Damage. Considering my main issue with putting Tanks into other roles is size, D.va is an obvious first choice for a Tank to rework. Just make her not be in the mech and bam, already halfway there. Spoiler alert but D.va is probably gonna be one of the next few ideas I make a post for, and might be the first to get art to explain her new look! I'm excited for this one.
Orisa: Support. On the other hand, Orisa is a seven foot tall robot. I have... a couple ideas on how I plan to address this, but given she has effectively two whole kits to pull ideas from, the abilities themselves won't be the issue. Design... might be a little weirder, so another one that kind of needs art to explain.
Junker Queen: Support. While JQ is almost certainly the skinniest tank as is, it pains me to admit that she'll probably need to get shrunk a little bit to fit any other role. While it'd be easy to convert her aggro playstyle into pure DPS, I think it'd be both more fun and more thematically appropriate to make her into a Support. Considering this was the role I expected her to end up in for years, it's gonna be fun going back to those old ideas with the context of her existing kit. I have some more design changes to fit this new role, including a new weapon and some more "regal" attire, at least by Junkertown standards.
Ramattra: Support. Again, Ramattra's Omnic form is one of the smallest tanks as-is, so a minor shrink and the removal of Nemesis Form should already bring us halfway there. This is another one that feels thematically appropriate, and again, was kind of what I was expecting with the "Null Sector guy" that was teased all the way back in early 2019. Definitely leaning into his "mage" design inspirations here, and I'm not even sure I'd want to change his design all too much, but I'm not too certain how I want his kit to work yet. We'll see though!
Wrecking Ball: Damage. Listen, Ball is already a DPS that just sucks at killing things and is slightly better at not dying. sometimes. Hammond is also the smallest playable character outside of the mech, so just... give him a smaller mech. This is just gonna be D.va again but I like him less.
Roadhog: Damage. This one I'm not too certain on, but like... it's Roadhog, he's gotta be a DPS, right? He can't be a support at least. I don't like the idea of shrinking him in general, but according to one conspiracy theory I remember from before the 5v5 reveal, it's something that was officially considered. This might end up being more of a rebalance than a full-on rework, but I'm withholding further judgement until we see what his actual rework coming in a month or so is gonna be like, that might jostle the brain juices.
That's all the Tanks I really have ideas for, the rest I'm struggling with, mostly because of the size issue. I'm also torn between Damage and Tank for some of the remaining ones, but I'll get into that more later.
Now though, time for the Damage heroes I have ideas for:
Bastion: Tank. I mean... come on. He used to literally turn into a tank. He's on par in height with some of the tallest existing tanks. The only issue is... I don't exactly know how to make him play like a tank? All his current abilities are pure damage, and the "tankiest" part of his kit are his passive and his old self heal, which while potentially useful parts of a tank kit, don't exactly make a complete tank package. This one's gonna require some basically brand new abilities, but I think it'll be worth it in the end.
Ashe: Tank. Somebody might get where I'm going with this one, but uh... yeah, I'm gonna have fun with it. Probably the most drastic playstyle overhaul of the whole AU, which shouldn't be surprising when I see how I handle them. I think I have most of this kit planned out too, and it actually shouldn't require any new design work, so expect this one relatively soon.
Cassidy: Support. Yeah this one's actually gonna be another fairly minimalist one, my main idea is to trade his weapon with a similar feel but obviously with healing capabilities. His overall niche would actually be pretty close to Ana's, which I'm sure is gonna make some lore fans happy. I'm also stealing his mechanics from one of the supports from my original hero shooter concept, War Bots, just trading out one utility ability for Combat Roll being largely unchanged outside of how it interacts with his main weapon. Oh, and deadeye, War Bots doesn't have ults so I gotta figure out a replacement for that. Also possibly expect this one pretty soon.
Torbjorn: Support. This is another one like Bastion (fitting enough I suppose) where the broad idea is there, but I don't know the execution. He's also like Echo in the sense that his broad character archetype means he can do basically whatever, so it's just figuring out what engineer capabilities he needs in order to work. This might be another one where I steal from a War Bots character fairly heavily, since that cast also features a support who's a fire-themed mechanic. This one might not be too hard either all things considered.
There's some more I left out so far, but we'll get to them later with the other stragglers that are in TBD limbo, but for the rest of my semi-solid ideas let's wrap up with the Supports.
For this one though, I'm gonna do a sort of lightning round deal, since I honestly haven't thought about these ones too much.
How fast of a lightning round?
Lucio, Ana, Moira, Baptiste, Kiriko, Illari: Damage. Yeah. Look, we need more Damage heroes, and the guys with guns are the easiest to work with. I don't have much to say about these, since like... it's damage. Just dumb down their existing mechanics to do damage instead of healing... I mean not with Lucio, but that's the gist for the others. I have some fun ideas for Moira (who I also considered for Tank but I fear that'd overlap with Reaper too much), but again, there's not much to say about these.
Lifeweaver: Tank. I mean it's Lifeweaver, "damage" is the last thing that comes to mind with him. He's also got the most health and height out of any of the current Supports, plus his abilities are already primarily defensive and protective. I'm not sure on specifics for his kit, but the general idea visually is to bulk him out with some extra thematically appropriate armor to give him a bit more width, but to be honest he's already borderline tank sized, so there's not that much extra he needs.
So yeah, that's everybody who I have at least some half decent idea for. Let's look at the stragglers:
Reinhardt: ...look, Reinhardt is my favorite character of the cast, it makes my stomach not feel right to consider him as anything else but the big german-engineered block of meat and metal I've loved all these years. If I can give any character a free pass to not rework at all, it's him. It just hurts my heart too much to consider him getting shrunk down enough to work in either other role.
Sigma: Similar to Rein but with less emotional investment. In theory I could see him work as a Support or maybe DPS, but I'm just not sure what direction to take him in. I wouldn't be as sad to see him shrunk a bit, most of his tanky bulk comes from his shoulder pads and the fact that he's floating, plus to be honest the fact he's so excessively shredded canonically is a little jarring, so there's slimming down you could do to make him work, I just don't know for what role and how.
Winston: Fun fact, Winston is above average in size for a gorilla, even before Primal Rage! So sizing him down a bit isn't too unrealistic, but again, I don't know what direction to take him. Support could be interesting, the last War Bots support could be used as inspiration given their shared electrical aptitude, and it fits his personality better than DPS, but I'm just not too sure, especially considering the overall lower amount of DPS in this roster right now. Ironic, I know.
Zarya: Again, lacking great ideas, and I'm torn between DPS and Support for her. She has big gun and big muscles, but her bubbles allow her to be a lot more of an "enabler" Tank normally, so I might want to extrapolate on that. I'm leaning Damage though because again, kind of low on those so far, so she's probably just ending up with a (relatively) smaller gun and new abilities to replace her bubbles. She still might end up a relatively big and tanky DPS, like Bastion is normally, but it's the best idea I got even if it's not perfect.
Genji and Hanzo: I'm grouping these up because my initial suggestion was to swap their roles as Damage heroes with each other, but... to be frank I have no clue where I was going with that. With Genji I could see a melee tank playstyle, and for Hanzo there's some possibilities for a supportive archer playstyle, but again, there's just a major imbalance in Damage heroes relative to the main roster at this point.
Junkrat: So like. he's gotta be Support, because I don't think he's got the staying power to fit as a Tank. Honestly could be interesting, and the kit could lean a lot more into the "tinkerer" theming that I like about Junkrat normally, though that could overlap with Torbjorn now. Eh, they both constantly emit fire normally, I guess it makes sense they overlap a little.
Pharah: Another splodey person, this one flies. Honestly her above-average height and armor makes it so Tank is the obvious choice, I just struggle to think of defensive abilities that'd make sense for her. I might copy my own homework here again, though this time for my notes for how I'd turn the TF2 mercs into Overwatch heroes. I'll elaborate more later but I put Soldier (TF2) as a tank there, which I might take some of that design and put it into Pharah here.
Soldier 76: I feel like he could be the replacement for Baptiste in this roster, with healing rockets instead of healing grenades, and biotic field instead of regenerative burst, but that feels... too easy. Maybe. I dunno, probably overthinking things. I think the way to make this feel interesting is with his characterization, which... I guess is also what makes Baptiste interesting.
Brigitte: I know Tank seems obvious for her, but... I dunno, I'm not ruling out Damage yet? The main reason I say that is because if Rein is my free pass to keep, then Brig would just be a semi clone of him. If there's room for another melee-based DPS, then I think Brigitte could fit just fine there too.
Mercy: full disclosure I just want to entertain the idea of Big Mercy. That appeals to me deeply. Damage probably makes way more sense but uhhhhh. I dunno, lemme have this. maybe. I dunno I'm not sold either way yet.
So that's everybody so far. Updated tier list to reflect the changes:
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And here's a less conservative list, putting people where I'd put them just based on gut instinct and cutting out my indecisiveness.
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So that's 12 Tanks, 13 DPS, and 13 Supports. A better split than the actual game right now, almost perfectly even between the three roles. I ain't shrinking Mauga either so hey, perfect 13/13/13 split, I solved Overwatch.
Again, if anyone has any ideas or suggestions, I'm wide open! Feel free to tag me in your own post or submit them to my ask box and I'll be sure to respond ASAP!
Hoping to get out one of my ideas soon, so stay tuned folks!
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panfluidme · 5 months
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Turtle in a Web
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Important notes, Peter is FTM trans and has organic webbing in this
CHAPTER ONE: THE BEGINNING OF THE AGE OF SPIDER-MAN
Peter Parker was a normal teenager. He was smart, he had a best friend that he could honestly say he would kill or die for (hopefully it would never have to come to that). His Aunt May was one of the best people he's ever met. He lived in New York, the town of Iron Man and the old home of the turtles that disappeared, mostly.
One of the turtles was still around. Peter adored the purple wearing turtle. Not as much as he adored Iron Man, but he still idolized him.
Peter flopped onto his bed, his head swimming. He had gotten home from a field trip to a small town research and development company. He must've gotten food poisoning or something because he felt like utter shit.
He shut his eyes for what felt like a brief moment, but when he opened them, the room was dark and a cold plate of food sat on his desk with a note.
Sitting up and taking a moment so he wouldn't fall down, Peter stood up. He stumbled to his desk and grabbed the note that read:
I noticed that you were taking a nap and didn't want to wake you, so I left your dinner here. Love, Aunt May &lt;3
Peter smiled weakly and sat down, taking a small bite of the food.
On on the back of his left hand, there was a swollen spider bite. It didn't look pretty, but it also didn't look swollen enough to be concerned about. He shrugged it off and kept eating.
Even if it was something to be concerned about, Peter and his aunt couldn't afford to take him to the hospital with one income.
After eating, Peter took care of his plate. When he tried to put the dish into the sink, he found that it was stuck to his fingers. He started to wave his hand around, frantic to get it off.
Eventually, it got off. It flew into the sink and broke into pieces. Peter quickly cleaned up the broken glass, muttering swears under his breath.
Once done, Peter went to his room and sat down. The good news was that he didn't feel so sick anymore. The bad news is somehow, he gained superpowers. What was he supposed to do with them?
Peter noticed the poster of Iron Man that was hung on the wall. Next to it was a picture of Donnie, the purple wearing turtle that has been protecting New York City for fifteen years.
"Could I be a superhero too?" Peter mumbled to himself as he stood back up.
He dug through his closet to find a red jacket. The sleeves were messy and full of holes, but Peter could very easily cut them off. He grabbed a long sleeve blue shirt and a pair of blue sweats. He could probably get some gloves and make a mask with his limited sewing skills.
"Yeah, yeah. This'll work."
Peter nodded to himself and set the stuff onto his desk. He sat down on his bed, reaching out to grab his phone. However, when he flicked his wrist, a string of webs shot from them.
He could make webs? How? Why?
Peter looked at the spider bite, starting to piece things together.
Somehow, a radioactive spider had bitten him, most likely at the research and development company he had gone on a field trip to. This spider must've been carrying a venom that made it so Peter got the abilities of a spider.
That probably was why the plate stuck to his fingers in the kitchen.
His brown eyes lit up with an idea. He walked to the wall and put his foot against it. With a deep breath, Peter got off the foot that was on the ground. As he suspected, Peter stuck to the wall with his foot.
He put his other foot onto the wall.
Peter thought as he walked up the wall. He crouched down. He was going to need a super hero name.
Arachnid Boy?
No, that was stupid.
Trans-Spider?
No, little people would trust a hero that was so openly trans.
Spider-Kid?
No, that didn't sound right. Plus, Peter wasn't a kid anymore. Even if he was, he wouldn't be forever than he would have to change it again.
Man-Spider?
No, that was worse.
Spider...
"Spider-Man. I'll be Spider-Man," Peter whispered to himself.
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...My interest is peaked 👀
I FORGOT TO POST THIS I'M SO SORRY! I've been getting sick, so my brain's scrambled eggs right now.
I'm assuming this was in response to my "Bark and Jewel break up/make up" plot line post.
It's in my Sonic Boom AU. The whole plot point about Bean being an Ancient and no one knowing is finally getting used for something. Amy finds out about his past, and tries to get Bean to openly admit to it. He refuses because he enjoys his new normal life in a band (and part of him's afraid if people find out he was an Ancient that got sealed away pre-Lyric for being so crazy and destructive, he'd get chased away or locked up and he'd be all alone again.)
Amy backs off, but complains to Sonic and Co. about her failure. Sonic and Co. start telling others, someone leaks it onto the internet, everyone knows Bean's an Ancient now.
Jewel (who's an archaeologist in my Boom AU) comes bursting back into town as soon as she hears "Bean's an Ancient", because she's SO excited an Ancient has turned up that isn't super evil (like Lyric). She has NO IDEA this information got out without his consent, and that the entire band is really touchy about it. (They were all VERY shocked by the reveal, but have all agreed to stick by Bean no matter what.)
Bean finally caves to the stress and anxiety of the situation, and in the midst of his breakdown, he accuses Jewel of being the one who exposed him, but before he can think about what he's just done Fang and Mina have taken that accusation and ran a mile with it. Jewel's entire career is devoted to studying the Ancients, after all, she could only gain from exposing her friend's secret online, and then using that pressure to force him to allow her to make him into a spectacle for the sake of her work.
And Bark, who doesn't want to believe she'd stab Bean in the back like this but there's NOTHING coming up that clears Jewel's name, has no choice but to break up with her to support Bean.
Mina and the Hooligans take a break from their work because Bark and Bean are too upset to do anything, and Tangle leaves Whisper for a bit (they didn't break up too, they were just on another island LOL. Whisper's still there, Tangle came alone) to come back and comfort Jewel.
Amy notices Jewel's been up to absolutely nothing, and swings by her camp to go check up on her. Tangle refuses to let Amy see her (she's been too upset to talk to anyone) but she tells her what happened.
Amy realizes this was her fault, and almost gets the shit kicked out of her by the lemur when she initially takes that to mean AMY'S the one who leaked Bean's secret. Amy swears she didn't do it, but realizes when she told her friends, they must've told someone who did. Tangle tells her she better figure out who and fix this mess, and fast. Jewel's talking about leaving and never coming back. Amy tries to convince Tangle to stall Jewel until tomorrow, but the best she can give her is an "I'll try".
Amy bullies the others into helping her out. Tails tries to trace down the IP address of the anonymous poster and who that address belongs to while Amy, Sonic, Sticks, and Knuckles trace the rumor mill from person to person.
They eventually find the culprit (still deciding who or why, it's probably Dave the Intern, because when is it not Dave the Intern? LOL), and they drag them off to go confess to the Hooligans and apologize to Bean.
Bean just stares at them for a bit and then dashes off (we'll come back to that in a second), but Fang and Mina chew out the real culprit, and then pep talk Bark into going with Amy to make up with Jewel.
Which quickly turns into a mad dash to catch up when they find her camp packed up and her and all her stuff gone.
We're looping back around to Bean now. He had been feeling horrible about the whole thing. He didn't really think Jewel had exposed him, he was just lashing out, but everyone now seemed so convinced she was, and she and Bark had broken up over this...
So when Amy presented him with the real culprit, he sprinted off to find Jewel and apologize ASAP. He was scared he'd ruined her and Bark's lives and wanted to do anything possible to earn his newest bestie's forgiveness and to get her and Bark back together. 😭😭😭 HE intercepted Jewel before she could leave forever, by tackling her into a big weepy hug, apologizing profusely for everything, and begging her to stay. 🥺
So Amy and the rest of the band get there to find the two hugging it out, and of course Bark and Jewel get back together, and UGH!!! 😭
So yeah, still a WIP, but it's the only way I can feasibly to think of breaking up bugbear once they get together, and it's SO UPSETTING 😭😭😭
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odukora-ramblez · 11 months
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The movie poster esque art is so fucking hard to draw I'm gonna lose it fr how do u clean that shit up bro what the chars don't even fit in there seamlessly sbfhbsfjsbfjsbfhd
Ig the colour palettes go well!?!?!?!? Or something avdhsbfhshd (this is a lie actually I just slapped more layers of seemingly sunsetty colours to,,,,,,,, make it,,,, fucK I swear there's a word to describe it) either way I doubt I'll be finishing it anytime soon
Another shit thing is actually some char designs are mildly outdated (this is what happens when you have a core four and the iconic gay boomers so the rest don't get that much attention to begin w) so I don't fckin know if I'll go through w actually making it a full fledged art piece (・へ・) sucks to put much effort into an eventual non canon mess ay?
No but even the relationship chart thing is outdated, I mean mildly cuz u can't change up too much char dynamics without fucking the entire story over but yuh,,,, do I??? Bother editing it????? Sure as fuck don't wanna make a new one I wasted a day putting circles and spider web esque lines onto a blank canvas do you want ***me*** to repeat that (no)
W that said I rlly needa work on POF lately cuz it's been collecting dust for months (︶^︶) I don't even know what development TE:F will have for the time being cuz most concepts are very concrete and already well planned out (except from yknow, the actual plot that will span a so called five seasons but we have forever to work on that) POF doesn't even *have a plot* we only have tragayday, pathetic rose boi, toast, it's fcuken wimdy and arson that are actually lore heavy
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asirensrage · 3 years
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Tammy Thompson Takes on the Upside Down (21/?)
Aka How Hawkins Got It’s Groove Back Kicking and Screaming….
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Story Summary: Everyone asks - what would you do if you could change how the story goes…but what if you don’t know the story?
Chapter Summary: Kate deals with the aftermath of her apology and stands up for a classmate...of course there’s a fight.
Find it on: Fanfiction.net Archive of Our Own
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fortheloveofkuroo · 5 years
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Open sky [pt. 2]
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A/n: i'm so happy that the first part of "Open sky"'s are getting a lot of good response! Thank you you all! Here's the second part, enjoy!
Bakugou Katsuki × F!Reader
!!WARNING!!: Swearing & Fighting
Part 1
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A gentle ray of sunshine slowly fill your room. Making it cozy and warm.
You stretched your arms and sit yourself up. Trying to wake yourself up, you slap your cheek with both of your palms.
"Wake up (Y/N). Today's important day!" you said to yourself while you move away from your comfy lavender bed.
Even your eyes are still half closed but you force yourself to get up.
Making your way slowly to the bathroom.
Soon after the cold refreshing water hits your bare skin, your eyes are completely open.
You walk out and grab some clothes that you already pick last night.
Your eyes move towards the hanging calender, today's date, April 23rd is circled with a red marker.
There's a little words scribbled there.
"Date with Bakugou!"
You flash a smile, your mind wander around from 3 days ago.
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You rush towards 1-A class with a present in your hand.
Today is 20th April. It's a special day. Why?
"YOO HAPPY BIRTHDAY BROO!" before you knock on the door, you heard a shout followed with claps and whistle.
"Happy birthday kacchan! Here's a present for you!"
"Damnit shitty hair. No need to fuckin scream like that. Also you damn nerd, tch why the fuck do you even bother?"
A smile grew on your lips "Ah.. So his classmate remember, glad to hear that." you think inside your mind.
You pull your hand to yourself. You're not really good with new people and new environment, so you decided to wait or maybe you should leave and wait for the right time to give the present you prepared weeks ago.
"Wait! Let me get something! Bakugou and the rest wait here while we-" before you leave the doors suddenly open wide and two boys, one with blonde hair and the other with red spiky hair find you infront of the door with a present in your hand.
"Um.. Who are you?" the blonde boy tilt his head, his face filled with confusion while the spiky red boy smile widely.
"She must be Bakubro's friend! Look she got a present!" he point a box that wrapped with bright orange wrapping paper decorated with an army green ribbon.
"Ooh~ Hey! Bakugou! Someone's here for you!" shout the blonde boy.
Bakugou, who's now surrounded with his classmates can't hear a thing. But his sharp ruby eyes notices someone over the door.
"Anyway, we both need to get something. Just come in!" said the spiky red haired boy opening the door for you.
"A-Ah.. Thanks?" you answered, looking at those two silly boys who's running trough the corridor till they completely gone.
Looking at the class room, you hesitately look inside and.. Bakugou is gone.
"Wait what.." you scanned the entire class room once again, looking for a ash blonde guy with an angry face
"Looking for me, dumbass?" a voice behind you making you jump. You turn your head immediately and sigh.
"Don't surprise me like that stupid. And no i am not looking for you." he rolled his eyes and crossed his arms on his chest.
"So, why are you here then? And what's that box behind your back? Is it for me?" he asked while smirking.
You sighed then smile wryly. "Of course you fool. Happy birthday." you said with a wide grin. Handing over the present to him
"I prepared this for a week, kay? You better keep it." you warned before Bakugou hand accept it.
"Yeah yeah whatever, what did you get me anyways?" he take the present and shake it.
"Just open it!"
unexpectedly, instead of opening the present, he shoved the present back to your hand.
"I can't accept this." his voice is calm and collected. But it strikes your chest
"W-What? Why?" he got you confused and curious. Again.
"Why? I don't know. I just can't. Well i can accept your gift with one condition." Bakugou's shoulder shrug.
"What?! I prepared this for a week! You better accept it you stupid! Or-" your hand grab his collar, but before you can bring him close, his hand is already on your waist and it brings you closer to him.
"Or what? You gonna punch me again like last time? I don't think so dumbass." he smirked. His lips is right beside your ear.
"Meet me at the park infront of school's building at 12. Bring your present too." he whispered. Blowing hot air to your right ear.
"Whooo~ Look's who's finally get laid~" a voice surprises both of you. You pushed his body away and you can feel your cheeks heating up.
"Shut the fuck up dunce face. I'm gonna fucking kill you!" snap Bakugou.
You're too late to respond, your face is too red to react to the blonde boy's words
"Also don't be late or i'll kill you." he muttered while walking inside the class.
"Is this.. A date?"
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You quickly put on your shoes and snatch your bag. Quickly running outside.
You check the time. 11:39. You still got time. Bakugou is the kind of guy who appreciate time and he's always come 15 minutes early on any occasion. So you have to be on time.
As expected, you saw Bakugou, already waiting on the park. It's rather strange finding him without his unform but with casual clothes this time. You never saw him with casual clothes.
He wear his usual black t-shirt combined with maroon varsity and ripped jeans. His eyes is attached to his phone.
"Nice outfit." you compliment. You walk a little closer to him and smiled.
"Took you long enough." he put away his phone and stands up.
"Bakugou, it's not even 12 yet." Bakugou only rolled his eyes and walks away.
"Hey wait up!" you chased after him, trying to walk beside him and keep your face steady. This boy sure walk fast.
"Come on, i don't have a whole damn day." he said while checking on his phone again.
"Where are we going anyway?" you asked. But Bakugou just keep walking, not answering.
"You'll see dumbass. So shut your fuckin mouth and walk faster." his legs quickly walk faster and you immediately left behind.
"H-Hey! Geez, why are we running now?!" you shout to him, trying to chase this ash blonde boy who's now already far away.
Eventually, you catch up with him. Bakugou stopped at a building with a lot of people around.
"...A restaurant?" you asked him.
He pointed a poster that shows some kind of event.
"Come and get free limited edition All Might Plushies by finishing the Deadly Spice Curry Challenge!
Just by eating 3 big portion of our famous special deadly spice curry in 30 minutes!
If you managed to finish in 30 minutes, you'll get 50% discount of the original price, dozens coupon of discount for eating here, and of course the limited edition All Might Plushie!
*events only available from 21st April - 23rd April 3 P.M"
"I want to try that." said Bakugou innocently.
And you couldn't help but burst into laughter.
"Stop laughing dumbass! What's so fuckin funny, hah?!" he raged, a slight blush tinted his cheek.
"Oh my, Bakugou.. Sure sure, let's go!" you pull him inside and sits.
After ordering the meal, you're a little concern. The people who tried to finish the challenge ended up with burnt throat or even puking.
"Is this curry really that spicy..?" you asked.
"I don't know. But i want to try and we will win that All might plushie." Bakugou sips on his water.
Hold up. Did he just say We?
"How about we compete and see who eat their curry faster? First who won win the plushies!" you suggest.
Bakugou loves challenge and competition. His will is absolute. If he want to win, he will win.
He smirked and crack his knuckles.
"Sure dumbass, we'll see who win."
"3 big portion of Deadly Spice Curry coming up!" the waitress place 3 big plates of red curry, topped with chicken katsu. Under the curry there's a bed of warm white rice.
The smell is so spicy it makes your eyes teary.
"Ugh the smell is already so spicy i don't know if i can-" "What is that?" you look up at Bakugou who's now already finishing half of his portion.
He show no sign of sweating, or anything. He just eat it like a normal curry.
"So you can't eat spicy, huh? Too bad. I guess i win then." he scoop a big portion of curry and eat it like nothing.
"Oh come on, it won't be too bad right? You can handle spicy food. Remember that spicy mapo tofu with 100 chili you ate few years ago. This curry is nothing (Y/N)" you think.
You take a scoop of the curry and eat it. Once you gulp it down, your throat suddenly in fire. The burning sensation making you sweat constantly.
Bakugou's already making his way to the second portion when he notice that your face is as red as tomato.
"My fucking god, you alright?" he asked handing you a glass of cold milk that you gulp in one sip.
"I-I'm.. I'm t-totally.. Fine!" you pant, you can feel your throat is still burning, your nose is runny and your eyes are still teary.
"You don't have to finish that-"
"I can eat this! I won't lose to you stupid!" you yell as you scoop the curry and stuffed it in your mouth as many as you can. Trying to endure the burning sensation.
Bakugou, who's now finish with his curry watching you struggling to eat your portion. He couldn't help but giggle a bit.
Your face is already so red and your lips are swollen red.
Right at you 10th scoop, you put down your spoon. Your curry's not even half finish yet.
Without warning, Bakugou snatched your plate and finished it off. Leaving you gasping with air.
"Oi we're done over here." he calls for the waitress and damn right, he win the challenge.
You, who's now still suffering with your burning throat can't help but keep drinking the milk.
"Tch, thought you're supposed fucking to win. You challenge me after all." Bakugou mocked you. He held an All Might plushies between his arm.
"S-Sorry.. It's too.. Hot." you reply. Not even dare to look at his eyes.
"Don't fuckin apologized dumbass. Also don't push yourself. I don't want you to pass out and ended up carrying your ass all the way back to the dorm. So yeah." he said, helping you stand.
"Well.. Oof.. Atleast let me pay-" "Nope. I'm payin'."
"What?! No! I am paying! I can't help finish the curry at all!"
"Fuck no. I ate all the curry, so i'm the one who's gonna pay. You just calm your ass over there, kay?" Bakugou shoves the All might plushies to your face and leave with his wallet.
"BAKUGOU!" too bad he's already at the cashier, and not too long he's back with a receipt on his hand.
"It's not too expensive, after all we got a discount." he said with a shrug on his shoulder and then dragging you, leaving the restaurant.
"Um.. Thanks. Here's your plushy." you hand the plushy to him but he refuse.
"It's for you." he threw his hand behind his head and walk slowly.
"Eh? What? But i lose! The one who win got to keep the plushy, right?!" your words cutted off with a single stare of his ruby eyes.
"Yeah? And? I win, i got the plushy. And i decided to gave it to you." he explained.
You can feel your heart racing and your face heating up again. Is this the effect of that curry or what?
"Your face is fucking red like tomato. And your lips is kinda swollen. We need ice." Bakugou dragged you (again) to a minimarket and sits you down to one of the chairs.
"You wait here. And don't you fucking dare move. Got it?" Bakugou pierce your eyes again with his ruby eyes.
"Geez.. Fine.."
While Bakugou is inside, buying for stuff, you look up and stare at the orange sky.
The spring wind is nice, it's gentle and brush your hair gently.
It's a miracle that you kinda went on a 'date' with Bakugou. Bakugou Katsuki who always blast people away. You couldn't help but smile at yourself.
It's all started with the acidentall meeting you have afterall.
10 minutes passed, and Bakugou still hasn't come out from the minimarket yet.
So you decided to check if he's okay and turns out thing are not okay.
You find him, Bakugou is currently surrounded with a bunch of punks. 5 total. His face is already as angry as he can be.
"Look who's here. The great Bakugou from U.A, huh?" said one of the punks with a spiky hair.
"Your disgusting temper is not heroic. You shouldn't went to U.A you fucking firecracker." the one with red hair chirps.
"You should see yourself first before speaking y'know. Atleast i don't end up like you fuckin street rats." his palms are already making small explosion.
"Ohh~ Are you mad? Aah~ So scary, i'm scareddd~" one of them mocked him and of course Bakugou is ready to fight them. His fist is already clenching and he's panting.
But you decided to step in.
"What's wrong here?" you asked calmly. Pushing Bakugou slightly behind you.
"Oh look! The girlfriend is here, are you that scared that your girlfriend have to step in, Bakugou?"
"You fucking piece of shit. I will kill you." he growls.
"Say sweetie, why are you here with him? Come with us! We can make sure you'll have bunch of fun with us than with him." he places his hand on your shoulder.
"Don't fuckin touch her you-" you slapped his hand away. Making that punk sneered.
"Bakugou. Calm down. I got this." you smile sweetly to him.
"Don't interfere (Y/N). Get the fuck out." he grips your arm.
"Bakugou. Just calm down." you pat his cheek and let go of his hand.
"Aww, so sweet. The girlfriend tried to protect her boyfriend, hm? What a cute couple. But i pity you ms, you should choose a better boyfriend."
"And why is that? I think he's fine." you answered.
"Just because of his temper and harsh personality doesn't mean that he's not heroic. He's a good guy. Better than you all." you smile to those punks who's now triggered with your words.
"The fuck you say ms? Don't make me slap those pretty mouth of yours." said one of them.
"Oh, go ahead and try if you can." you said, cracking your neck and knuckles.
Right before the punk's hand lay on your body, you already hit his crotch. Causing him to yelp and fall.
Bakugou, who's now amazed with how brave you are stay quiet and still can't believe his eyes.
"Come on now! Stand up! You said you want to slap these mouth, huh?" you challenged the other punks.
3 of them helping the one who's got kicked on the crotch, while the other one is now facing you.
His face is covered with fear, but he force and braces himself.
He's quite fast so he grip your collar and try to hit you, but a hand stopped him. A dark aura surrounded a figure behind you.
His ruby like eyes are glowing with a scary aura that makes him 10000% more terrifying.
"Hands off my 'girlfriend'. Now." Bakugou stopped his arm and you kicked the punk's crotch again.
"Right boys. Now say sorry to my 'boyfriend' for insulting him or else," you say with a cold gaze while preparing your fist.
"We-We're very sorry ma'am!" they answered with a shaky voice.
"Come on, you can't hear me? I said to him not me." you smile coldly.
"W-WE'RE SORRY BAKUGOU! WE WILL NEVER INTERRUPT YOU AGAIN!" the three of them bow as the two of them are in pain. Bakugou's shocked. You really did make them apologize.
"Y-You'll pay for this, you damn woman!" said one of them who got kicked first.
You laughed as the three of them dragged the two away.
"Gosh that was fun!" you turn to Bakugou who's face is not.. So happy.
"Baku? What's wrong? Don't tell me they hurt you-" "It's not it damnit." he looks away. His fist is still clenching. He bit his lips.
You sighed, holding his hand, you bring him outside.
"Sit, sit." you said while sitting beside him.
"What now?" you asked while hugging your All might plushies.
"You.. Defend me. A girl defend me. They're targetting me. I'm the one who supposed to beat them but you.."
"Are you mad at me?" Bakugou looks up at your face.
"Are you mad at me becase i defend you from those street rats?" you asked him once again, looking straight at his ruby eyes.
"Say Bakugou, you always fight for yourself and might be the other. But did anybody ever fight for you?"
"Yes. That fucking nerd. And Shitty hair. But i hate it okay?! I don't need a saving! I can do that by myself! Just like that punk-"
"And why di they do that? Why do they fight for you? Do you have any idea Bakugou?" you asked. Bakugou immediately goes silence.
"Because they fucking love you, you stupid. They care about you and they don't want their friend got hurt. It goes the same as me. I save you from that people because i don't want you to get hurt and act carelessly. You can simply broke the rule to use the quirk on public you dumbass!" you explained.
Bakugou expression still stiff.
"Also it's rather fun.. They're just a bunch of punks. Don't take them seriously. Unless, they touch you."
You sunk your face to your All Might plushy.
"Hands off my 'girlfriend'. Now." "Right boys. Now say sorry to my 'boyfriend' for insulting him or else,"
That sentences wander around your head and you immediately mentally slap yourself for saying that.
"Uh.. Also for that boyfriend-girlfriend thing.."
"It's fine." Bakugou seems doesn't care that much.
"But i can't fucking stand it when his filthy hand touches you." he hit the table.
"Woah okay man.. Um.. Thanks for that.." you thank him with a smile.
"Oh, what did you buy anyway?" you finally asked, looking at the plastic that he hold.
"Ice pack. For you." he threw one to you and you catch it.
"For your swollen lips. Let's go. It's getting dark." he stands up and walk away.
You smiled while compressing your lips with the ice pack. He's kind off caring too. So much of Bakugou's other side that you found today. And it's all interesting to you.
You two walks in silence, crossing a river that shows a good view of sunset. The orange hue catches your eye.
You stopped for a while and begged Bakugou to look at the sunset.
"Pleaseee! It's beautiful you know! It's rare these day to find such a good place to watch sunset," you tugs his arm. Hoping him to agree which eventually he did.
"Tch fine fine! Only this once." you smiled while finding a place to sit.
And you both watch the suns's getting down slowly.
Bakugou quite enjoying himself, His eyes are focused on the sun.
You look at him. His side profile looks beautiful. Despite that stern face he always put on. His furrowed eyebrows, his long lashes, his sharp ruby eyes, his pointy nose and those soft skin and lips.
"Whatchu' looking at, dumbass?" his voice once again snaps you back to reality.
"N-No.. Nothing Ahaha!" you play dumb and look at the sunset.
"I had fun today." you smiles, looking at him waiting for his reply.
"Me too." he said, you brofist yourself inside your mind.
"I know that you can't fucking eat spicy though." he laughs, mocking at you.
"What?! Then why did you bring me to that place?!"
"I already said it. I want to try it." Bakugou insist.
"You can go with your friends or family though, and not wait untill the last moment like this. Today the challenge will end right? That's why you were in a rush." you lecture him.
"I juat want to go with you. That's all." he answered with such an honest look on his face.
And that got you flustered all over again.
"O-Oh right! Your present!" you open your bag, trying to find a box that you meant to give to Bakugou.
But, you find nothing. Crap, you seriously didn't forget to bring it, right?
"Well?" you look at Bakugou, looking so guilty.
"I'm really really sorry but.. I left your present in my room." you said sadly.
Bakugou scoffs, "It's fine dumbass, i don't need a present as long as i got you." he said quickly.
"W-What? What did you say?" You didn't hear that wrong right.
"Nothing dumbass! Now just shut the fuck up and look at the sunset!" he hit your head lightly and focuses on the sun.
You smiled, making your way closer to him.
You get closer, hands on his shoulder and you peck his cheek. Just a quick peck.
You quickly get away before Bakugou realizes what the hell happen.
His eyes widened. His cheeks are flushed with a pink tint.
"W-What the fuck are you doing, dumbass?!" his face is flustered but he managed to rage.
"I-I.. Well i felt guilty leaving your present, so i changed it! That-That's your other present.." you cover your face with both of your hands. Fully realizing what have you done.
"A-Anyway let's go home!" he stand up. Shoving both of his hands in his jeans pocket and walks away.
"Wait! Bakugou!" you yell, Bakugou stops and offer his hand.
"You're slow as fuck. What are you? A snail?"
You grin as you take his hand and hold it.
"Hey Bakugou,"
"What dumbass?"
"You could've asked nicely you know.."
"Ask what?"
"If you want to go on a date with me hehe."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP! I DIDN'T PLAN IT TO BE LIKE THIS!"
"GEEZ CHILL BAKUGOU I WAS JUST JOKING- wait you planned this?"
"Shut up. Walk faster now."
"Can we do this again?"
"What? the fucking kiss? I don't mind actually. But this time on the lips, what do you say about that?"
"THE DATE! THE. DATE. YOU STUPID BASTARD!"
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Be my Valentine? Pt 2
Pairing- Awkward! Calum and Y/N
Guess this is going to be 3 parts...
    Everyone wakes up early that morning besides you. You kept trying to fall back asleep every time you woke up because you wanted to continue your dream of an ice cream and a sunset boy, but you finally decided to get up and make a little magic in Ashton’s room.
   You grabbed a bag you had hidden in Ash’s room long ago for a previous prank but forgotten about. As you lay the contents out, you knew this was going to make him pissed-but you still decided to do it. You covered all of the posters in his room, which there were a lot, with new and improved posters. That's right, Viagra and Hello Kitty posters now covered the walls of Ashton’s room.
  As you walked out and acting as if nothing happened, you saw Mikey eating a pack of Oreos. Yes, that probably wasn't the best breakfast choice, but you knew you wanted them anyway.
 “What? You want an Oreo? Sorry, this just so happens to be my last one, Y/N,” Michael laughed, but not for long because you ran towards him and the Oreo he has in his hand. His arm was raised so you couldn't reach it. He tried to run away but realized there was a chair behind him, yet instead of stopping, he thought it was a brilliant idea to try and flip over the chair. You heard an “Holy fuck!” from Michael as you and Luke started to cry of laughter.
  As you ran over to Michael to take the Oreo- you mean, make sure he was okay- you saw him put it in his mouth before you could take it.
“Michael Clifford, you son of a-" just as you were about to curse him out, Calum’s deep, groggy voice interrupted you.
 “We have another pack, Y/N,” there was no emotion in his voice, and he didn't even bother looking at you as he grabbed the Oreos for you.
 “It's- it’s okay, I'll just have something else…” your voice trailed off as you wondered where this attitude was coming from. He had been awake for hours, so it couldn't have been that he wasn't a morning person.
  Calum wasn't exactly sure why he was acting this way either. He had enjoyed talking to you a lot yesterday, but he couldn't bring himself to show it. He couldn't be mean to you either, so he entire manner just came across and douchey. That didn't stop him from taking glances at Y/N every now and then-something he didn't know why he wanted to do so bad, but he couldn't resist.
 He saw her with an amused grin on her face as Ashton walked towards his room, and then Calum remembered that she was planning on getting him back.
  Ashton opened the door to his room and screamed, “What the literal fuck Y/N!”
 As the you and the rest of the boys gathered around his room, there was laughter all around. You even swore there was a slight smile from Calum as he peeked into Ash’s room, and the memory of his hearty laugh from the night before filled your mind. You knew you needed to hear it again today even if it was the last thing you did.
 “Hey, losers! Wanna go to the club tonight?” you pitched the idea of drinking partly because you knew the boys would love it, but mostly because you wanted to take your mind off of Calum for a damn minute. You didn't know why he was suddenly all you could think about, and you weren't sure how much you liked it . He was your friend, after all, and nothing more.
 Of course the boys agreed, but Calum decided that he wasn't going to drink. He told everyone it was because he was going to be their driver, but he knew that if he got drunk he might try to hook up with some girl, or even worse, Y/N. He did not want to explain to Ashton why he was being so handsy with Ash’s almost-sister.
 It wasn't like he hadn't gotten drunk around Y/N before, but he didn't trust himself this time. He wasn't sure why, but he knew something was different. He thought about her more than usual now-not that he thought about her on a regular basis or anything….
  You decided to try your best to let Calum be for the night. You weren't going to think about him or talk to him- this was your night to be free of any men hanging around your mind. The best way to start that, you decided, was to get dressed up. Feeling a bit more beautiful never hurt anyone, right? That meant that you had to go home, so you planned a time with the groaning boys who just wanted to leave now.
 When you finally arrived back at the boys’ house, you were greeted by a whistle from Luke and a glare from Ashton who pulled you aside.
“What's going on Y/N? Why are you so dressed up? Guys will be staring at you all night!” he interrogated.
 “And I'm trusting you to punch them when they get they do. I'm just looking for a little fun, Ash,” reassuring Ash was hard, but you knew it was important if you wanted him to leave you alone for the night.
  Calum couldn't bare to look at you. He had expected you to look nice, because -well- you always did. It's not like he had a crush on you or anything, but rather that he knew when to admit that someone was attractive, which you were. But tonight you had dressed up more than usual, and Calum hadn’t been prepared. Jesus, how was he going to be able to look away from you all night? He wanted to admire you, but in a friendly way because he appreciated your friendship and liked to see how confident his  friend was.
    Upon arrival, everyone who was drinking took a couple shots and then split up to do their thing. Michael was being social, Luke was dancing with a girl, and you were pretty sure Ashton had a group of girls and even a guy or two around him who he was flirti- you mean, entertaining with his charms. Calum looked to be scrolling through Twitter on his phone, and even though you had planned not to talk to him, you were drunk and sober-Y/N didn't matter right now.
  “Heeeey Cal! Whatcha doin’ babe?” Sober you was definitely going to regret this.
 “Uh-um are you- are you okay Y/N?” Calum wasn't expecting you to come up to him. He knew you could handle your alcohol pretty well, so he had never seen you drunk before. You must've had a lot more than a couple shots.
 “I'm feeling great, babe, but you need to loosen up. Stop being Mr. Grumpy-pants!” Your pouty face made Calum’s cheeks turn even redder. Why were you calling him babe? Why didn't it make him mad?
  “Um- Y/N. I think- I think that you're pretty drunk right now… do you want me to bring you home?” he couldn't stop the struggle he was having to get his words out. This wasn't normal; he was a songwriter, he was supposed to know what to say.
  “Home? Why would I want to go- ‘scuse me, Cal-" you broke off your sentence by running in the bathroom and throwing up in the first stall. You starting sniffling and a couple stray tears ran down your face. “Cal, cam you take me home?”
  “Oh, god. Of course! Here, take my hand,” He offered his hand to you so you could steady yourself, but you still toppled over and directly into Calum’s arms.
   “Guess I'll- I guess I'll just carry you then…” Calum was completely flustered by the drunk, emotional you that was in front of him, but he knew he had to suck it up for you. He picked you up bridal style as you giggled and walked you across the parking lot.
 “Ash!” you cried out in worry.
  “He'll be fine, Y/N. I told them to take an Uber. He's not that- he's not very drunk.” Calum couldn't help but feel something  at the thought of you being absolutely hammered and still worrying about your best friend.
   As Cal was driving you home, you couldn't help but ramble on and on about everything that came to mind. “Calummm! Why are you so grumpy-grumpy? You were so happy and cute yesterday!”
  Calum immediately felt a tingle in his chest and heat on his cheeks. Was I just called cute by Y/N? Sure, the fans called him that sometimes, but never Y/N. It made him feel…special. God, what was he thinking?! He sounded like a schoolgirl with a crush...not that he had a crush or anything of course! Why would he have a crush on Y/N? Sure, she's funny and beautiful and cares for others and likes songwriting… But she's also Ash’s little sister! That's just weird.
  “I- I don't know?” was all Calum could muster.
  “What? Are you not sure? Or is the sexy Calum Hood at a loss for words?” Definitely going to regret this.
  Calum was freaking out inside. Sexy? “I guess I am, Y/N. At a loss for words that is. Not sexy. I wasn't calling myself sexy or anything-that's just weird. Not that you're weird for thinking that! Many fans think that about me too. Wait, that sounds worse. I swear I'm not a narcissist!”
  You started to giggle uncontrollably at his flustered ramblings. “Cal! You're so fucking adorable. God, do I have such a crush on you!”
 That was it. Calum Hood was official broken. He was a mess of stuttering and blushing and thank God we just got to your house because any longer and I would've had to respond to that.     
 “Alright, time for you to go inside,” he said, leading you to your room. Calum got some pajamas for you, and after you got dressed he ran you a bath. While you were getting clean, Cal even put your throw-up clothes in the wash.
  Then came the hard part- getting you to lay down. For someone who couldn't walk at the moment, you were surprisingly energetic. Eventually, Cal had to pick you, put you in bed, and tuck you in.
 “Okay, Y/N, time for you to go to bed and for me to go home. If you need anything, just-"
 “But I want you to stay!” you whined. “Please? Can you sing me that song you were singing last night? With the gold and stuff?”
 “I uh- you heard that?” -you nodded- “Sure, I guess.”
 "I can take you out, oh oh
We can kill some time, stay home
Throw balloons, teddy bears, and the chocolate eclairs away
Got nothing but love for you, fall more in love everyday
Valentine"
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TRINITY. (Queen Fanfiction)
Part 2 // PJ’s.
Summary: Margaret McCullugh comes to the realisation that her life is a total mess. After an argument she realises she’s had enough; she grabs her bags and runs away.
If you missed part 1 click here
Sunday // May 1970
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I've been driving for hours now.
I don't know the time.
I don't even know where the fuck I am?!
I don't know where I'm going but I like that, I can go anywhere, anything can happen that can lead me into any direction, any place in the world.
While thinking this in my head I think god got the wrong idea about "anything happening" and deciding that a deer should show up out of no where leading me to crash into a fucking tree.
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A shooting pain ran up my neck as I saw stars all over the place as I opened my eyes. I tried to move my leg but I groaned in pain, I must've broke it or something.
Glass was stuck in my hair and had left cuts down my arm and in my cheek, I didn't want to touch it incase it went too deep but my arm was covered in little drops of blood.
I clicked my seatbelt off and got out the car limping my way to the back of the car.
The back of the car was a little flame slowly but surely getting bigger, I smelled gas from the from of the car.
"SHIT!" I shouted as I quickly got my suitcase out the car and dragged it away from the car. Groaning every time I put weight on my foot.
I wasn't able to get far enough away from the car when it exploded.
The blow making me fall onto the ground, I luckily fell onto my back with my suitcase covering my face so no flying bits of glass could hit my face or upper body.
Thank god I'm in the middle of nowhere or else I'd be in deep trouble.
I just stayed there for several minutes, on the cold ground; I didn't know if I had energy to get myself up. But one good thing out of it; the rain put the car fire out.
I took it slowly, I firstly moved my suitcase from my face and onto the ground next to me. I then sat up and looked at my mum's cat burning away.
Just as I thought things couldn't get worse; it starts to rain, and I mean rain like I've never seen before.
I crawled over to where a newspaper was sitting; sure it was soaking wet but maybe it would give me a hint of where the fuck I am. I bent down to pick up the news paper which was in the middle of this random isolated street.
It was a London Newspaper. I'm in London.
Fuck fuck I'm in London. I'm in the middle of nowhere, in London, in the pouring rain.
Eventually, I decided enough was enough and that I had to get some shelter before I died of pneumonia or some shit.
It took another good hour and half of walking, before I found shelter.
A small bar in the city of Kensington called PJ's.
By the time I made it near the entrance of the bar I was close to complete exhaustion, I was sore from all the cuts and the rain water wasn't helping, my foot was in complete agony. I couldn't walk another step without collapsing.
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Roger P.O.V
"Freddie that was amazing!" Mary cheered as she made her way over to Freddie.
"Well thank you darling." Freddie smiled gathering her up in a tight hug and kissing her.
"Well done love." heard Veronica say quietly to John as she sat down at the opened back of the van next to him.
"I still feel like we're missing something though?" Freddie added; nothing was ever good enough for Fred.
"I think I'm missing something too." I mumbled as I watched a hot girl walk by.
"Hey?" She stopped and looked at me with blushed cheeks, I winked at her before she walked away giggling to herself.
"Get your head out the gutter eh?" Brian suggested nudging my shoulder with his.
I wasn't listening to their conversation after that but instead lit a cigarette while watching a lady appear from the darkness completely soaking form the rain. She  limped along towards the building before throwing her suitcase down almost falling in top of it.
She was mostly in shadow so I couldn't see her properly; but from her cut legs I could tell she was in need of some help.
"What the bloody hell are you looking at now darling?" Freddie asked.
"The girl." Mary said as she looked in the direction I was.
"is it just me or does she look injured?"
"Oh shit she does?" Freddie gasped.
I put down my beer and walked over to her.
Margaret P.O.V
"I will not cry. I refuse to cry. Don't be such a weakling Margaret." I kept saying in my head to myself so maybe my watery eyes would calm down before I caused even more of a scene than what I've already done.
At least I looked calm keeping a straight face looking ahead. Maybe if I was by myself then I'd have a breakdown but we are near people so I keep quiet.
My head was splitting and my neck felt locked, glass started falling from my hair as I scratched my head.
"Hello?" I heard a voice say. I looked up to see 4 boys and 2 girls looking down at me.
I probably looked a mess. My mascara has likely ran down my cheeks due to a mix of rain and tears. I look like I went for a swim due to how bad the rain was; it's stopped now luckily enough.
"Honey what happened?" One of the girls said as she kneeled down next to me.
She was quite tall yet petite looking with a soft smile and a soft reassuring voice.
I clung onto her wrist just to make sure she was  real; that this was all real and I wasn't dreaming back a couple miles in my mothers car.
Realising that this was all real was enough for me to burst out in a mix of anger, frustration and fear.
"M-my car crashed into a tree. A-a deer c-came out of nowhere. I don't know where i am. I don't know anyone in Kensington."i could barely speak due to my shakiness from the shock of crashing into a tree and the fact that it's fucking freezing and I'm soaking wet.
"Hey, hey calm down love." Another boy said; another soft and reassuring voice.
He kneeled down beside me and put his hand on my knee; something Greg would do under the dining table.
"No don't do that!" I snapped at him trying to pull my skirt down as low as I could.
"Darling I know what it's like arriving to a scary place without knowing anyone. But you can trust us because we won't hurt you we want to help you and take you somewhere safe." Another man said as he came down and sat in front of me with a respectable distance between me and him. None of our limbs were touching. This boy looked different from the rest, had weird looking teeth and a weird fashion sense; like flamboyant.
I like it.
I was too caught up in admiring the boys jewellery that I never noticed that one of the boys must've ran to his van to grab a fur coat.
"Can I put this around you?” The boy asked, this boy had brown hair but lighter than any of the rest of them, he had some sort of attitude to him like he was stuck up his own arse.
"I'm Freddie Darling. This is Mary, my love. And these 3 boys are John, Brian and Roger. This is Veronica who's Johns girlfriend. Now that we're not strangers how about we go into the bar into the heat and try to warm you up huh?"
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We've been in the bar for about an hour now. No one here but us; the bartender wasn't even there surely it should be closed by now.
"Roger I don't need crutches. It's just a little bump I'll be fine if I keep walking on it." I argued  as I hopped back to the booth everyone was currently sitting at.
Except John, Mary and Veronica; they were away finding crutches for me; Mary said she saw a pair in storage at the back of the Pub.
"You May have broke your foot Margaret. We might need to take a trip to the hospital-"
"No! No hospitals I don't do hospitals." I snapped cutting off Brian's suggestions.
"Right okay. I'm just gonna drop the subject because I have a slight feeling that you will take a swing for me if I mutter the word hospital again." Brian's sitting back down with his hands raised slightly in defeat.
"I think that's a good idea Brian." I said back as I finally gave up and crawled back down on the floor to sit.
What the fuck am I doing? I've fucked everything up like usual; jumping into situations before looking at the whole picture.
I have to get my mums toasted car to Fisk before anyone finds it and contacts her. That's the first thing to do.
"Right I've got them." John said as he came back into the main hall holding a pair of crutches. Veronica and Mary following closely behind following closely behind.
"Can you help me up?" I asked Mary and Veronica took each hand and pulled me up.
"I do not need crutches John I am completely fine." I smiled with my head held high, both my feet on the ground.
"Margaret take the bloody crutches for god sake!" Roger complained as he snatched the crutches from John and held them out to me.
"Make me." I sassed back.
"For fuck sake you'll make your foot worse. Then we'll have no choice but to take you to the hospital."
"Please stop acting like my carer. I only met you an hour ago." I snapped as started to attempt to walk on my foot.
It hurt like an absolute bitch but I'm too arrogant to admit it; to admit he's right.
"Right now we are since we found you so I suggest you quit with this arrogance and just listen to me. Marg- MARGARET STOP FUCKING WALKING ON YOUR FOOT AND TAKE THE FUCKING CRUTCHES." Roger shouted over at me as I slowly but surely made my way around the hall. I ignored him and continued walking.
"Then since I'm so arrogant I guess I'll just leave then huh."
"Darling you go outside we'll carry you back in and tie you to a chair." Freddie Warner as he saw me limping towards the long corridor that lead to the main door.
"Ha, I like the sound of that!" I laughed, the long stretch of corridor made my voice echo around the empty bar.
The walls of the corridor was completely covered with thousands of band posters that date all the way back to 1955.
I stop and admire the biggest poster out of the lot.
"SMILE."
"Smile?" I breathe to myself; why does that ring a bell?
My thoughts left my head the minute I felt myself get lifted up and thrown over someone's shoulder.
I got the fright of my life until i caught a whiff of tobacco and cheap perfume; it's Roger.
"Roger! Put me down I swear to god I'll start kicking and screaming!" I warned as I found myself back in the main hall again.
"He won't let you down until you promise to listen to us. You are using they crutches even if I have to sew your bloody hands onto them dear." Freddie warned. He came over to me  with a big grin on his face, he was amused by all this.
"But I have to find somewhere to stay-"
"You're staying with us dear."
"But I have to get rid of the car before someone finds it. I'll get skinned alive if my parents find out where I am." I complained.
"We'll get rid of it in the morning. I know I guy who can do it cheap." Roger said. I felt my anger levels raise from a concerning 70% to 100% as I felt Rogers head move slightly; his breath ticking the back of my thigh.
That's when I realised what I was wearing; I skirt, a short skirt.
"I swear to GOD ROGER IF YOUR LOOKING UP MY SKIRT IM GONNA FUCKING KICK YOUR ARSE." I shouted kicking him hard in the chest frantically.
"Hm you're a feisty one." Roger chuckled to mask his groans of paints I continued to kick.
Roger let me down from his shoulder and stood back up with a smirk on his face.
"It's taking all my strength not to rip Your balls sack off." I said surprisingly calmly.
"What's stopping your sweetheart-"
"Right enough you two! Please Margaret just take them please." Veronica pleaded as she passed both the crutches over. To which I rolled my eyes and placed them under neath my armpit.
I made my way over to my suitcase that was currently lying on the stage on top of a raggedy old discoloured towel. Luckily my suitcase ( or more my mums stolen suitcase) is waterproof so everything inside should be completely dry; although it's probably not nice and folded the way I done it when I was packing since a little over an hour ago I was lying on top of it taking a mental breakdown.
I opened it up and grabbed my camera from its case and put its strap around neck before slowly but surely making my way back to the entrance.
"Where are you going?" John asked as he caught up to me almost instantly; damn him and his long legs.
"I wanna look at the posters near the entrance. I'm not gonna run away I swear!" I snapped at him; this was all too claustrophobic I couldn't move an inch without people asking if I was okay or asking where I was going.
"I was just going to ask if you if you wanted to take my bed tonight, you need your sleep since you've been through a lot today and you're gone going to get it on the couch. I'm gonna stay at Veronica's." He said sweetly, it made my eyes water slightly; a lovely boy just gave up his bed to make sure i get a good nights sleep and I just nearly snapped his head off.
I stayed silent deciding I've done enough bitching and simply nodded my head.
"Come with me." I pleaded to him grabbing onto his arm before he had the chance to walk away from me.
He stayed silent too and nodded.
Stayed behind me making sure I didn't fall as I made my way back to the long stretch of corridor. I wasn't great on these things.
"So are you a photographer?" Johns asked as he watched me looking around intently for a good cluster of posters to take a picture of.
"Not professionally no."
"Are you a murderer that's going to kill my friends tonight as they sleep?" He asked surprisingly calmly.
"Because if you are. Take Rog first cause he can be a right bastard sometime." I burst out laughing at his comment; sometime I've not done for quite a while to be honest.
Just simply laugh without the worry of being sarcastic, without it being fake. Just a genuine, carefree laugh; it felt good.
"See I got you to smile." He said pointing at me.
"Right right you got me there. I'm not a Killer John. Just a runaway."
"What exactly are you running away from Margaret?"
"You'll find out soon."
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