#fake ass blond ass punk ass bitch

[placentafluid]

see now i’m scared to post this one bc what if the ashley leon shippers find me. i don’t want them to. they’re siblings in my very correct opinion.

#re4 #re4 leon #ashley graham #leon s kennedy #leon s kennedy fanart #resident evil #resident evil 4 #fake ass blond ass punk ass bitch #autism posting

[babybottlepop96]

Sweet Melody - Ino x Kiba

Day 14 prompt: Melody

Warnings: Slightly NSFW, it’s not detailed and its very brief but it is there, so be warned. Slight manipulation as well.

song used: Sweet Melody by Little Mix

@narutorarepairjune​

Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-roo-doo-roo

Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

In a whole other life, there was this boy that I knew

He made me feel like a woman, we were young and silly fools

Anyway, he was in a band, wrote love songs about me

I wasn't crazy 'bout the words, but the melodies were sweet

Went something like

Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-roo-doo-roo

Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

 Kiba was never one for long term relationships, he had dreams and goals he wanted to achieve and he would achieve them, no matter the cost. That's just how the man was, he wanted to skiing even if he was going to have to live off ramen for the next three months? Done. He wanted to achieve the look he has been wanting? He waited until his dad officially left him and his family, buying band tees that showed off his impeccable muscles and ripped, black skinny jeans that was a little too hard to walk in, got a few tattoos and piercings to top it all off. He wanted to get in a certain blonde, punk girl's pants? Easy as taking candy from a baby.

Kiba has wanted to become a musician, a career his father had repeatedly told him was a silly child's dream. That he wouldn't make it in the music industry because of his cocky attitude and horrible communication skills. So to prove to himself and his father that he could do this, he took the girl. He would write songs about how her grey blue eyes, the way her tattoos would smoothly curve along her waist, the way her hair would cover just one eye, leaving a small mystery about the blonde beauty for him to figure out. He would write about how adored her personality and the way she would giggle at his stupid jokes.

 Every time we go dancing, I see his straying eyes

Gave him too many chances, push my gears too many times

And when he start acting dumb, then I'll be on my way to leave

But I stopped in the tracks, when I heard this melody

And it went like

Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-roo-doo-roo

Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

 Ino eyed the man who weaseled his way in her life, the way he would dance with other women at the club and then act like it was just a little friendly chat with an old friend, acting like he didn't know why this bothered her. An old friend? Just a friendly chat? Did he take her for some stupid barbie doll? She saw the way his pelvis grinded against her, obvious, fake ass. The way he would lean down to ghost his breath on her neck and say something filthy in her ear to cause the bitch to giggle. But she was falling for him. There was no stopping it now, she wanted him and he made her believe he wanted her too.

 He used to sing me sweet melodies

He played me, made me believe it was real love

Sing me sweet melodies

But the day he did me wrong

The song couldn't go on and on

He used to sing me sweet melodies

He played me, made me believe it was real love

Sing me sweet melodies

But the day he did me wrong

The song couldn't go on and on and on

He would lie, he would cheat over syncopated beats

I was just his tiny dancer, he had control of my feet

Yes, when he came along, that's when I lost the groove

There was no song in the world to sing along or make me move

Sounded something like

Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-roo-doo-roo (it was, oh)

Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

 God she wanted to end this game, to get away from the overly confident alpha dog, but god did he have a way with words. "Come on pretty girl, you know I love you." "Sweet pea, she means nothing to me, she could never make me feel the way you do." She even caught him fucking some pink haired crybaby, his hand tangled in her terribly dyed pink hair, yanking on it till the tears slid down her flushed face. "But baby, it was a mistake! I promise, I'll never do something like that again! Please, baby, give me another chance. You know there is never anyone that could really make me feel the way you do." But it was always the same shit, sneaking out to fuck some new girl, making excuses that he had late night band practice. But she could never really believe him, not when she didn't get the chance to prove he was cheating on her.

 He used to sing me sweet melodies (oh)

He played me, made me believe it was real love

Sing me sweet melodies

But the day he did me wrong (yeah, yeah)

The song couldn't go on and on and on (couldn't go on, no)

He used to sing me sweet melodies (sing sweet melodies)

He played me, made me believe it was real love

Sing me sweet melodies

But the day he did me wrong (me wrong)

The song couldn't go on and on and on

 Kiba enjoyed his life, he had a girl to write about. A sweet little melody, his song, his ticket to the game he so desperately wanted to prove he could gain. So what if he fucked around a little bit? What did it matter to him when he knew Ino would never leave him, not when he could make her shake and scream his name like that?

 Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-roo-doo-roo (ay, ay, ohh)

Doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo

Doo-roo-doo-doo, doo-doo-doo-doo (oh whoa)

On and on

 So Kiba kept up his little game.

 On and on

 Until one day, Ino never came home and all her belongings were absent from the shared room of their one bedroom apartment.

 He used to sing me sweet melodies

He played me, made me believe it was real love

Sing me sweet melodies

But the day he did me wrong (me wrong)

The song couldn't go on and on and on

(On and on, and on, yeah)

 Ino left that dog for good, no longer able to take just being words for lyrics he never meant. 

 He used to sing me sweet melodies (melodies, yeah)

 He played me, made me believe it was real love

 Sing me sweet melodies

 But the day he did me wrong

 The song couldn't go on and on and on

  What was this that Kiba was feeling? His heart… ached. It felt like he was missing something and he couldn't figure out what the hell it was. He had everything! His band was starting to get more recognition, he had a plethora of women to fool around with. So why was he wanting the only woman he no longer had? It was then that Kiba realized he lost, he lost the only person who showed him any kind of actual support.

  Sing me sweet melodies (sing me sweet 

melodies, yeah)

 He played me, made me believe it was real love

 Sing me sweet melodies

 But the day he did me wrong (me wrong)

 The song couldn't go on and on and on, no

  Ino smiled as she stepped off the bus in her home town of Konoha. She was starting over and would find someone who actually treated her like a Sweet Melody.

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#narutorarepairjune2021 #NRPJ2021 #ino #kiba #naruto fandom #AU #slight smut #slight manipulation #songfic #sweet melody #little mix #kibaino #Kiba Inuzuka #ino yamanaka

[naturaldisasterfanfiction]

14. Part 2

I decided to come and be here for Robyn, to hear her all emotional about the dream, she just seemed so sad and that really upset me on the phone. So, I just flew out straight away, bought the gifts I got and came. I ain’t going to lie, I am nervous. I am used to the small group of family and friends, the close group but this is the extended now and I am getting stared at like I don’t belong, most of them do not like me I think anyways. I am getting stared at me, but I am staring at Robyn, she is staring at me too. I feel like she wants to be close to me, and I do too. I want to talk to her but there is many people watching now, and I hate it “you came here for more pregnancy pussy?” Jahleel asked, he has been asking me the most stupid things ever, but I like him because he came to me, he spoke to me and wasn’t funny with me about it “who told you?” I asked laughing “told me what?” he retorted “exactly” I pointed at him “boy, don’t play me stupid. Sis came out in your clothes, smelling like expensive weed and aftershave, her weave wasn’t in place either. Come on? We know how this baby came along; Robyn is always horny too. Chile, how many times did we hear those toys go off?” I busted out laughing “wow, I am telling her everything you said. If you tell me where she hides them?” I asked “they are in New York I think anyways. She probably has a collection for every place of stay” Jahleel is funny “so you are sitting with us, we will be eating” Mel said but I want to sit with Robyn “but you know” I dragged out saying “I know but you two need to not, so sit with us. I am moving for you to sit with you, be appreciative!” Mel hit my arm playfully “you know, I ain’t like how the cousin spoke to me. He lucky I ain’t knock his ass out, I ain’t no punk bitch Mel. I don’t fuck with that” sipping my drink, I am truly angry at it, but I calmed down seeing how beautiful Robyn looks, I was taken a back by it all. She looks so good “and I don’t want that Chris, this is why I am here for you. He won’t say anything anyways, not again Chris. Just relax and let’s go to eat some good food” nodding my head.

Dennis pointed and laughed “we meet again, what are you doing here?” Dennis shook my hand “I was about to take a picture and then I was like, I know this guy. You are growing your hair out again to colour it blonde?” shaking my head laughing “nah, just sitting in my depression. You know how it is, but don’t you like it? It makes me look less skinny, in the face anyways” touching my beard “there is growing it out and there is not knowing a barber, it’s good to see you here” he patted my shoulder before walking off, turning back in my seat facing the wall flower, it’s a nice thing they done though. She is lucky to have such a loving family to do this, but they have put me on a table and I am facing away from Robyn, shit sucks majorly. Mel doesn’t want us to be eyeing each other, which I was earlier but that is because I just want to be close to her “I saw those gifts you got her from the baby shower you did” Mel said to me in a whisper “that were so cute, the painting you did too. I said to Robyn he is really impressing you” I grinned, it’s nice to hear that Mel is seeing the effort I am making “you know I wasn’t joking about wanting to marry her” I bought up the subject again, Mel seemed to not like it back when I said it and I didn’t get why “Chris, you getting her pregnant was enough. To prove you are a good man you don’t need to marry her. I am not being negative, but I just love you both, and what if she says no? You don’t need to do this at all” nodding my head, I understand where she is coming from “if we was both supposed to be with anybody else then we would have been, I fucked up and I want to marry her. If she says no then so be it but I tried. Yes, it will hurt my ego a little too. I even got her a ring even though she has my other ring I gave her, we have already been engaged Mel, we already had a baby. We could have had it all years ago, now it’s just wasting time. Maybe I am crazy, I have always been crazy. I jump and I don’t question shit” Mel nodded her head “I just don’t want her to say no and that to upset you” I understand Mel’ concern but if she doesn’t then she doesn’t but I see a future with Robyn, she makes me happy.

Getting up from the chair, it’s like everyone went silent. It was weird but then the chatter started again “where are you going?” Mel asked, “to pee, where is the toilet?” Jahleel also got up “let me take you and hold your Royal penis since it’s so good” I laughed out watching Jahleel being deadly serious with that comment “nigga, you are so dumb but yeah, he will show you” letting him walk ahead of me, Robyn is already looking. She is sat with her parents which is cute to see, flashing her a smile as I walked behind Jahleel “I hope you don’t mind that I made that joke, it was just a joke” he said but I am not offended “I am ok with that, I know you’re funny but harmless with it” looking over at Robyn as I walked by her, this is Robyn’ fault. She is looking at me and making it look noticeable “where you sleeping tonight? I peeped your bag, you is not slick sir” Jahleel pointed at me as he turned around to look at me, I laughed “Monica will be kicking me out but I will be sleeping with you, how about it?” Jahleel laughed “no but seriously, where are you sleeping?” I shrugged “probably in a hotel, I don’t know” I am not going to say where “liar, you are such a liar. Oh wow, Rorrey what you are doing here?” I literally groaned out “Tee called me” who the hell is Tee, oh is that the cousin “well it’s Robyn’ day! Seriously” Jahleel said, Rorrey laughed pointing at me. He is drunk, this is not good “you taking up space in my home” he said pointing at me “it’s your mom’ home but ok, I am not even here for you and this is not your day or mine nigga. I ain’t going to entertain you at all” walking by him but he touched my shoulder and now I don’t fuck with that, I don’t care if that nigga is the pope. Turning around and pushed him “don’t touch me” I said “come on guys, lets pretend we all like each other for one day” Jahleel said “you only bully women” Rorrey said and I just snapped, I punched him in the face and he just fell back onto the ground “oh my god” Jahleel said, Rorrey knocked straight to the ground. Staring at Rorrey on the ground, Jahleel rushed to him. Looking around me feeling my heart beating fast, this is not good, and I am going to have an anxiety attack “he’s breathing, wow” Jahleel said “we should move him, I don’t want this day being ruined. Pick him up” he said ever so calmly but I am having a meltdown.

I knocked out Robyn’ brother, she is going to kill me. Jahleel and I just stared at each other in this room, just looks like a room where they keep rubbish in but we are just sat waiting for him to get him “why aren’t you telling on me?” I asked “are you mad? This is her baby shower! I can’t. I just don’t need her to have heart pains now. She has already been upset so you know, we need to clean this up” oh god, I have fucked it up and I shouldn’t have done it but people test me and now she will not want me around “he’s going to tell her and I will look the bad person now, I fucked up. He wanted that, I did it” that is it, I fucked up “I heard what he said to you though, if you was in the wrong I would say it” it’s still bad “he is waking up” Jahleel said, I might as well beat his ass if he talks more shit. Watching him get up ever so confused, he was out for a while “you got knocked the fuck out homie!” Jahleel said, Rorrey looked at me as he got up shakily, he is wobbly on his feet, but he got up “I don’t want to fight you, I don’t want this shit! I want peace and you are fucking up my vibe!” I spat “I think for the sake of Robyn’ sanity, you both need to quit it now” he seems so confused “it’s not worth losing my sister, I am going” he held his face trying to walk out but he held the wall “does that mean you ain’t going to tell? I wouldn’t, you got knocked out” Jahleel is funny but also he is annoying him “I never came” Rorrey opened the door and walked out, Jahleel ran out behind him and I just sat here on the ground. I don’t trust him; he may tell so I need to be prepared for my exit from this place and to see Robyn’ hurt face and then I did it.

The door opened, I didn’t leave this spot at all “he’s gone, come. You need to pee right?” Jahleel said “you sure he’s gone?” getting up from the floor “he has, I watched him go. I think you may have knocked sense into him but come let’s go” walking towards Jahleel “so the story is, we fucked. I am joking but we have taken so, long!” Jahleel screamed and then I looked, Monica is here like what is she doing “Robz is opening things, she asked where you was all” letting out an oh, were we that long “I was giving Chris a tour of the home mom” Jahleel nodding his head “yes he was” I agreed “mhmmm well come” I have still not had a pee yet, it will get to a point where I will have to pee in a bottle. Following behind Monica, looking down at my hand. My knuckle is very sore right now, I was so angry that he said that to my face too, oh ok the room is very full “hi friend! I am here!” Jahleel is loud and I just want to hide, I will stand behind the cousins Robyn doesn’t like but deals with, like way in the corner. Leaning on the wall in the corner, I am so left out with it all and I am just getting stared at, like I shouldn’t be here, but I am for Robyn. Sighing out resting my head back, I am tired. I am so tired of fighting when I mind my business, see when I am high I don’t have to think about anything but now I do. I am tired of battling and still coming as the bad guy, I am alone in this and if Robyn turns on me then I really have nothing, they only deal with me because of Robyn, I am fed up and I hate it. Nobody has ever thought what shit they say affects me because when I die, that is when they will say he was a good guy, it’s fake, it’s all fake. Watching Robyn from where I am stood, she looks so good pregnant, a real princess and I am not there really like I wanted because I feel awful about that, I will get caught out because shit is never good for me. Pushing myself away from the wall, I can sneakily go outside.

All of these gifts are so adorable, like half of the things I have got is amazing. I have noticed the trend; they all are calling my baby Fenty. I have not even decided on a name or thought of it to be honest, I have so many gifts to get through “pass me that” I pointed at the very bag Chris got, he said Birkins and I wants to see them. Literally made the effort, even the baby shower gift bag, he must have went out and got that it is so cute. Clapping my hands together in excitement, I am excited to see what he bought me “thank you dad” pulling the gift bags closer to me, looking up to see Chris but my face dropped, he is not there. Looking around the room confused, where did he go because he was right there stood in the corner. He has been missing for a while since he went to the toilet “come on Robyn, we want to see!” my cousin shouted “yeah” I smiled looking into the bag and seeing the orange box, he filled out the card on the side too. Turning it around to read it “baby dumplings with the birkins” I laughed out saying, he is so goofy “thank you Chris” I said his name even though he nowhere to be seen at all.

Side eyeing Majesty “you better leave my daughter bag alone girl” she out here trying to take my daughter’ bag now “auntie, I am just looking” pointing at her “you better be, I am so happy with it all. Ja thank you, when I saw the Savage Fenty box, I was like I know they didn’t get my daughter lingerie already, they are the sweetest team. It’s cute” hugging him “it was funny because I said the same thing, I was like she is a baby” I cooed out “I am so blessed to have such a good team, Jen couldn’t make it but her son is not well. But you all are good for me, you all are there for me. I wanted to ask, where did you go with Chris? He has disappeared, is he ok?” I asked Ja, he nodded his head “simply fine, we just you know. I erm, took him around the home like a house guest. That makes no sense, but all is well, he is fine. Probably needed some air” he could be right “well while everyone is here, I might just see” nobody is outside so I can just see him, if he is here unless he has gone home, imagine that. Stepping outside, looking around and then seeing him sat at the table on his own, the kids are running riot here, but I wonder why he is out here alone. Chris saw me and was quick to get up “it’s ok, sit. I came to find you. You walked out” Chris met me half way “I know but you don’t need to be walking around, you will start saying you’re tired. I just you know, needed some air” I want to touch him, but I will resist “thank you for the bags, they look so nice. They were expensive, I can tell they were more then the average because I ain’t seen those designs yet, I read the card too. I swear we are having words about this dumpling business” Chris snorted laughing “already got the song lyrics for it, I ain’t playing either” I believe him “I don’t want you to be hiding, I didn’t mean that. Just I don’t want them to see we are close and whatever. I have to get them to sign NDAs but I don’t trust them. I am super happy you came though, I didn’t expect it at all from you. Just made me sad you wasn’t stood there” Chris’ attention diverted and started to look elsewhere “Robyn, I got to tell you something” looking behind me, why the fuck is Rorrey here “you know what, I am sick of him and his shit” what gives him and Teejay the fucking right. I have been after him all day actually after all that business early, he has been hiding from me.

#Chrianna FF #Chrianna #Chrianna Fanfiction #Fanfiction #Fanfic

[johns-prince]

Music Mix: John Lennon

1st || 2nd

The Hills || The Weeknd

I only fuck you when it's half past five The only time I'd ever call you mine I only love it when you touch me, not feel me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me When I'm fucked up, that's the real me, babe

In The Night || The Weeknd

He sang a song when he did it He was cold and he was so unforgiving Now she dances to the song on the minute Yeah, all the time, all the time It make her weak when she hear it

Uncomfortable || Chase Atlantic

I'm coming down heavy from the Adderall Borderline drowning in these messy thoughts I'll come down once I get some more This substance got a hold on me, I'm insecure 

I'm hearing voices, what the fuck's that sound? I'm going through problems I shouldn't talk about I'm thinking it's over but, shit, I'll ride it out

No Friends || Chase Atlantic 

I ain’t got no friends in this You should stay away, I fell aggressive I know I asked politely but I’m anxious And I don’t need you preachin’ ‘bout whatever I might lose my shit and leave forever

I ain't got no friends On the guest list, no I ain't got no friends On my mattress, no I ain't got no friends Oh, you an actress? Act this Walk the fuck away and don't look back, bitch 

Heartless || The Weeknd

'Cause I'm heartless And I'm back to my ways 'cause I'm heartless All this money and this fame got me heartless Low life for life 'cause I'm heartless Said I'm heartless Tryna be a better man but I'm heartless Never be a wedding plan for the heartless Low life for life 'cause I'm heartless

I lost my heart and my mind I tried to always do right I thought I lost you this time You just came back in my life You never gave up on me (why don't you?) I'll never know what you see (why won't you?) I don't do well when alone (oh, yeah) You hear it clear in my tone

Therapy || All Time Low

My ship went down in a sea of sound When I woke up alone, I had everything A handful of moments, I wished I could change And a tongue like a nightmare that cut like a blade

Give me a therapy, I'm a walking travesty But I'm smiling at everything Therapy, you were never a friend to me And you can keep all your misery

Arrogant boy Love yourself so no one has to They're better off without you (They're better off without you)

Arrogant boy 'Cause a scene like you're supposed to They'll fall asleep without you You're lucky if your memory remains

I’m Still Here || John Rzeznik

I am a question to the world not and answer to be Heard or a moment that's held in your arms and what do you think you'd ever say I won't listen anyway you don't know me and I'll never be what you want me to be and what do you think you'd understand I'm a boy no, I'm a man You can't take me and throw me away And how can you learn what's never shown Yeah you stand here on your own They don't know me Cause I'm not here

And I want a moment to be real Wanna touch things I don't feel Wanna hold on and feel I belong And how can the world want me to change They're the ones that stay the same They don't know me Cause I'm not here

And you see the things they never see All you wanted I could be Now you know me and I'm not afraid And I wanna tell you who I am Can you help me be a man They can't break me As long as I know who I am

They can't see me But I'm still here

Silhouette || Owl City

I'm tired of waking up in tears, 'Cause I can't put to bed these phobias and fears I'm new to this grief I can't explain; But I'm no stranger to the heartache and the pain     The fire I began, is burning me alive But I know better than to leave and let it die I'm a silhouette asking every now and then Is it over yet? Will I ever feel again? I'm a Silhouette chasing rainbows on my own But the more I try to move on the more I feel alone So I watch the summer stars to lead me home I'm sick of the past I can't erase, A jumble of footprints and hasty steps I can't retrace, The mountains of things that I still regret, Is a vile reminder that I would rather just forget (No matter where I go) 

Get Off My Back || Bryan Adams

Well you think that you can take me on You must be crazy There ain't a single thing you've done That's gonna phase me Oh, but if you want to have a go I just wanna let you know

Get off my back! And into my game Get out of my way! And out of my brain Get outta my face! Or give it your best shot I think it's time you better face the fact Get off of my back!

I’m Born to Run || American Authors

I'm gonna live my life like I'm gonna die young Like it's never enough, like I'm born to run I'm gonna spend my time like tomorrow won't come Do whatever I want like I'm born to run I wanna see Paris, I wanna see Tokyo I wanna be careless even if I break my bones I'm gonna live my life like I'm gonna die young Like it's never enough, like I'm born to run

Mad Hatter Cover || Toogla

I'm nuts, baby, I'm mad The craziest friend that you've ever had You think I'm psycho, you think I'm gone Tell the psychiatrist something is wrong Over the bend, entirely bonkers You like me best when I'm off my rocker Tell you a secret, I'm not alarmed So what if I'm crazy? The best people are

Déjà Vu || 3oh!3

Mister bartender, you will kick me out And the blond girl in the back, you'll put your tongue down my mouth And the greaser in the jacket's gonna pick a fight And they'll probably kick my ass 'cause I'm drunk every night

Officer, officer, tell me the truth How many times can I get in trouble with you Before they lock me up for all the bad things that I do But you don't and that's why this feels like déjà vu

Everywhere I Go || Hollywood Undead

When I start drinking My dick does all my thinking Hoes want to be scene with me And I like their big fake titties D cup with extra filling Take it out let me lick it quickly Calm down its just a hickie I'll blame it on this whisky sipping gets me tipsy Drink fast and enjoy your buzz Take back street to avoid the fuzz I wanna take you home but your friends won't let ya I gotta 40 in my ford fiesta Buy beer Or pay the rent My signing bonus was quickly spent So I beat my meat like I'm a fucking butcher And I punk the pussy like I'm Ashton Kutcher!  

Afraid || The Neighborhood

All my friends always lie to me I know they're thinking You're too mean, I don't like you, fuck you anyway You make me wanna scream at the top of my lungs It hurts but I won't fight you You suck anyway You make me wanna die, right when I

When I wake up I'm afraid, somebody else might take my place

Being me can only mean Feeling scared to breathe If you leave me then I'll be afraid of everything That makes me anxious, gives me patience, calms me down Lets me face this, let me sleep, and when I wake up Let me breathe

Take What You Want || Post Malone ft. Ozzy Osbourne

I feel you crumble in my arms down to your heart of stone You bled me dry just like the tears you never show Why don't you take what you want from me? Take what you need from me Take what you want and go Why don't you take what you want from me? Take what you need from me Take what you want and go

I never needed anything from you ...And all I ever asked was for the truth (all I ever asked was for) You showed your tongue and it was forked in two Your venom was lethal, I almost believed you (almost believed you) Yeah, you preyed on my every mistake Waited on me to break, held me under hopin' I would drown Like a plague, I was wasting away Tryna find my way out, find my way out (find my way out) 

Mantra || Bring Me the Horizon

Before the truth will set you free, it'll piss you off Before you find a place to be, you're gonna lose the plot Too late to tell you now, one ear and right out the other one 'Cause all you ever do is chant the same old mantra

Breaking the Habit || Linkin Park

I don't know what's worth fighting for Or why I have to scream I don't know why I instigate And say what I don't mean I don't know how I got this way I’ll never be alright

Bleed it Out || Linkin Park

Filthy mouth, no excuse Find a new place to hang this noose String me up from atop these roofs Knot it tight so I won't get loose

Truth is you can stop and stare Bled myself out and no one cares Dug a trench out, laid down there With a shovel up out of reach somewhere

Mama, help me, I've been cursed Death is rolling in every verse Candy paint on his brand new hearse

Can't contain him; He knows he works Fuck this hurts, I won't lie Doesn't matter how hard I try Half the words don't mean a thing

Figure.09 || Linkin Park

Nothing ever stops all these thoughts and the pain attached to them Sometimes I wonder why this is happenin' It's like nothing I can do would distract me when I think of how I shot myself in the back again 'Cause from the infinite words I can say I Put all pain you gave to me on display But didn't realize instead of setting it free I Took what I hated and made it a part of me

....

Hearing your name the memories come back again I remember when it started happening I see you n' every thought I had and then The thoughts slowly found words attached to them And I knew as they escaped away I was committing myself to em n' everyday I regret saying those things 'cause now I see that I Took what I hated and made it a part of me

Lying From You || Linkin Park

When I pretend Everything is what I want it to be I look exactly like what you had always wanted to see When I pretend I can forget about the criminal I am Stealing second after second just cause I know I can, but I can't pretend this is the way it will stay, I'm just (Trying to bend the truth) I can't pretend I'm who you want me to be

....

I remember what they taught to me Remember condescending talk of who I ought to be Remember listening to all of that and this again So I pretended up a person who was fitting in And now you think this person really is me and I'm (trying to bend the truth) But the more I push The more I'm pulling away

Lithium || Nirvana 

I'm so happy because today I've found my friends They're in my head I'm so ugly, but that's okay, 'cause so are you We've broken our mirrors

...

I'm so lonely but that's okay I shaved my head And I'm not sad And just maybe I'm to blame for all I've heard But I'm not sure I'm so excited, I can't wait to meet you there But I don't care I'm so horny but that's okay My will is good

#john lennon #john lennon mix

[ragestaged]

@sparklinghop​

one would’ve thought that chloe would’ve left this life behind after the last week she had spent in arcadia bay; that she had learned her lesson and grown a lot from the experience. and she had! but alone, without someone doting over her, keeping her on track, she was a mess. she had been worse before she had met rachel, and after rachel she hadn’t really given a fuck what could possibly happen to her. of course she had max now, but... well. she had weird feelings about that. max was fine without her and had her own shit going on. who was chloe to interfere? she had already gotten over being angry at max. max had saved her life, and no matter how much chloe needed her, she couldn’t tell her that. not the crawling back, not adding more pressure to fix the fallout of abandonment problem and delinquency she had caused so many years back. no, these were chloe’s problems to bear herself. and she was fucking bad at it. the good thing (to her) was she had gotten her hands on a fake ID which meant fucking bar hopping. definitely a good idea. the pregaming by herself was definitely a good idea too. so there she was in a sports bar (this meant hella chicken wings too, fucks yes), doing tequila shots to her hearts content. tequila happened to make her a little more everything. she wasn’t shitfaced, by definition, but her inhibitions were definitely impaired. which was why she was arm wrestling every motherfucker who would take her in this joint. and she hadn’t lost once so far! a lot of men were having their masculinity challenged tonight and the lot of them weren’t taking it well. she was eating it up.  ❝ C’mon, anyone else want a piece of this? Gonna let a blue haired punk bitch show you big, strong men up? ❞ chloe mocked loudly. everyone was starting to ignore her for a variety of reasons. except one guy she caught looking her way-- not in a particularly interested way, probably just because she was loud-- a larger guy who looked like he could probably be a decent bouncer (if he wasn’t actually the bouncer) and literally pick people up and throw them on the streets. she just got that kind of vibe.  ❝ Hey, you, blond guy! I challenge you! Get your ass over here! ❞ she waved at him and pointed at her arm on the table for emphasis.

#sparklinghop #sparklinghop 001 #tw alcohol

[jaxl-road]

Scar Tissue chapter 1

Slash falls hard and fast for Guns N' Roses' new bassist. But Duff has some baggage in the way that they'll have to get past first...

Pairings: Slash/Duff, side Axl/Izzy

Warnings: Implied/discussed past abuse (non-explicit)

AN: Decided to post this properly here! You can also read on AO3   

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Slash knew he was fucked the moment Duff walked in for his audition.

It started when Steven set the audition up earlier in the week. The band had been looking for a bassist for awhile, various people filtering in and out of the spot but never fitting quite right. Meanwhile, unbeknownst to the rest of the band, their drummer had been eyeing a particular bassist. Steven had seen the guy filling in for various bands on the strip, but he always ran off as soon as the show was over. One night, he finally managed to catch the bassist before he could disappear, quickly explaining the situation and convincing him to stop by and jam with Guns N Roses.

Axl had been twitchy ever since the drummer told them about the meeting, “We don’t even know this fucker. You should have talked to us first,” he ground out, arms crossed and pacing tensely.

Luckily, Izzy kept him from completely losing his shit. He wrapped his arms around the singer’s waist to still him, “Hey, worst-case scenario we don’t invite him back. We’re not committed to anything. And we do need a bassist. Steven saw an opportunity and took it.”

Slash and Steven looked at each other and exchanged fake gagging noises. Since they were both currently single, they often bonded over teasing Axl and Izzy about their relationship, the couple usually just rolling their eyes or flipping them off. Before Axl could start huffing at them, there was a knock at the door. They were meeting in a small studio they had snagged so they could practice somewhere other than the Hell House where the four musicians were currently living together.

“Sweet, he’s here!” Steven jogged over and opened the door, quickly standing aside to let the bassist walk in.

And yeah. Slash was fucked.

“Guys, this is Duff!”

Slash gave himself points for not being too blatantly obvious about it, but come on, no one should have legs that long and lean. The bassist was over six feet tall, seemingly towering over the rest of the band. He was skinny, too, his ripped up black clothing hanging off his frame, tattered jeans hanging low on his hips even with a studded belt holding them up. Shifting his hold on the bass case he carried, he flicked his long bleached hair out of his face, revealing a darker strand underneath the blonde waves.

“Hey, nice to meet you guys,” he raised a hand in greeting, bracelets and rings and black painted nails giving a quick wave while Slash struggled not to stare at the way dark eyeliner emphasized his bright hazel eyes.

Holy shit, he was fucking smitten.

Axl eyed Duff suspiciously as he placed his bass as well as a heavy looking backpack down to the side, “You play punk bands?” he asked, looking the bassist up and down, taking in his heavy punk aesthetic.

Duff shrugged, “I play anything, really. I started out doing mostly punk bands, but lately I’ve been hanging with more rock and metal dudes.”

The singer hummed noncommittally, “Well, let’s see what you can do then.” They spent some time talking Duff through a few of their songs before getting themselves set up to play. Slash had his fingers crossed that the music would help get his mind out of the gutter. But of course, he had no such luck.

Duff was good. It was more than just his playing, although the ease with which he picked up the songs was more than a little impressive, and he had no problem working with Steven to keep the beats. Duff’s presence just fit with the rest of them in a way no other bass player had managed. He matched their energy, and could move and dance to the songs without missing a beat, unlike Slash who managed to fumble twice after seeing Duff roll his hips against his bass. He had to duck his head to avoid Izzy’s knowing look.

By the time they made it through the selected songs, it was obvious Duff was different from the other bass players they’d worked with. Even Axl had loosened up enough to grin and compliment him on his playing.

“It shouldn’t take long to get you caught up on what we’ve got so far,” Izzy commented, lighting up a cigarette, “But I think it’s a good match. If you’re cool with it we can make it official,” he shrugged.

Grinning, Duff nodded, “Hell yeah, I’m down. Hopping between bands was getting kind of old.”

“Aw, I can’t believe we've convinced you to settle down! We’ve made an honest bassist out of you!” Steven laughed, throwing his arm around Duff’s shoulder, the bassist flinching just slightly, “Everyone here owes me a drink for bringing us all together,” the drummer declared.

The group chatted as they exited the building, Duff laughing and joking with them as if he’d always been there, while Slash very consciously didn’t stare at his ass.

As they loaded up Izzy’s piece-of-shit car, Steven turned to the bassist, "Where do you live, anyway? We can give you a ride if you want."

Slash both loved and hated the idea of having to press close to the other man in the cramped vehicle, but Duff shook his head, pulling out a pack of cigarettes and lighting one casually, "Nah, it’s fine. I'm couch surfing right now, and I’m not entirely sure what couch I’m on tonight,” he exhaled a stream of smoke with a wry grin.

There was a pause, as the rest of the band turned to look at him. Steven and Slash looked concerned, Izzy kept his face blank and neutral, and Axl had a look on his face that those close to him recognized to mean that his thoughts were being torn in two different directions.

Noticing the silence, Duff rolled his eyes, readjusting his backpack and bass on his shoulders as he took a few steps back, “Oh relax, it’s no big deal. Life’s just a bitch sometimes,” he chuckled, “I’ll see you guys tomorrow, yeah?” Without waiting for a response, he turned on his heel and began making long strides down the street.

Spinning to look at the others, Steven held his hands out in dismay, “Guys!” he hissed as he gestured wildly to the retreating figure.

Axl narrowed his eyes, his body tensing, but before he could turn the conversation into a fight, Izzy sighed, placing a gentle hand on the red-head’s arm. “Just… give us a second,” he nodded at Slash and Steven before guiding Axl a few feet away so they could talk in private.

“I mean, to be fair, our place is already pretty packed,” Slash pointed out.

“Oh please, we’re so used to living in squalor we probably wouldn’t even notice another person added to the mix,” Steven glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, grinning slowly, “Well. You would notice him,” he said teasingly.

Slash gaped, “Excuse me? What’s that supposed to mean?” he hoped if he sounded offended enough he could end this before it started.

But of course. No luck. Figured.

Steven laughed, “Oh please, you were practically drooling over him! I’ve only heard you make mistakes like you did today when you were piss drunk.”

“Maybe I’m drunk now,” Slash argued.

“Yes, you’re obviously wasted,” the drummer rolled his eyes, “Actually, maybe this was a bad idea. Will you be able to keep your hands to yourself if he’s around? We can’t have you scaring off our bassist the second we get him just cause you can’t keep it in your pants.”

“Oh shut up,” Slash mumbled, blushing. There was no point trying to deny it at this point, “I can be a perfect gentleman, thank you very much.”

“I’ll believe it when I see it.”

At that moment, Izzy and Axl walked back over. “Alright, let’s go,” Izzy stated casually as he slid into the driver’s seat.

“What about Duff?” Steven questioned, a look of betrayal on his face.

But Izzy only raised an eyebrow at him, “He’s coming too. We just have to catch him first.”

Snapping their heads up, Slash and Steven realized that Duff was, in fact, gone. They hadn’t even noticed him disappear. Scrambling, the two quickly hopped into the backseat of the car, slamming the doors just as Izzy managed to get the pile of junk to finally start. Axl sat in the front seat with his arms crossed, and while he didn’t look happy, he didn’t look angry either, so still a win.

It only took three blocks before Izzy suddenly took a sharp, last second left turn, the occupants of the car tumbling to the side dramatically. They barely had time to right themselves before Izzy was slamming on the breaks, screeching to a halt and throwing his passengers forward in their seats.

Meanwhile, Duff nearly jumped out of his skin when a familiar car skidded to a stop beside him. He skittered back a few steps, eyes wide as he clutched his chest as if he could physically still his rapidly beating heart.

Rolling down the window, Izzy leaned out, “Hey. Hop in, you can crash with us.”

For a moment, the bassist just stared, blinking slowly, “...What?”

Steven rolled down his own window, leaning practically his entire upper body out, “Yeah! It’s not the most glamorous place, but we can squeeze in one more.”

“N-no, guys, seriously, I appreciate it, but it’s fine, really,” Duff another step back, trying to wave them off.

Slash shoved Steven over, leaning out the window beside him, “Dude, it’s totally cool. Besides, this way we have the whole band in one place.”

Duff shifted nervously, glancing away from them and looking thoroughly unconvinced. Finally, Axl sighed. Opening his door, he stood to look at Duff over the top of the car, “Look, you said you needed a couch to crash on, and we’re offering you ours. You don’t have to stay forever if you don’t want. I mean, we are pretty big assholes,” the singer smirked.

Despite his hesitation, Duff couldn’t help but laugh, “Fine, fine,” he finally gave in. “One night,” he insisted.

“Uh huh, sure,” Steven grinned as he and Slash shifted to make room for Duff and his things. The bassist’s knees were practically touching his chest as he folded himself into the backseat, his side pressed up against Slash, so close he could smell the smoke on his breath and see the little red marks where his lips were bitten raw. He shook his head quickly, letting his hair fall in front of his face to hide the blush he was sure was growing. Steven snickered knowingly, and Slash elbowed him roughly in the side as the car started moving again.

Their house wasn’t in the best part of town, to put it lightly, but that was part of the reason it was so cheap. It was small and dilapidated, the insulation was terrible, the paint was peeling, and the whole thing was falling apart inside and out. But it was home for the four boys, and if they had their way, hopefully it could be a home for Duff as well.

Walking in, they stepped over empty bottles and strewn clothing. Izzy grunted as he gestured vaguely at the house, and Steven laughed as he turned to Duff, “I think Izzy hit his quota of words for the day, but I’m pretty sure he’s saying make yourself at home,” he grinned as Izzy flipped him off.

Snaking an arm around the guitarist’s waist, Axl spoke next, “We’ve got three bedrooms. Izzy and I share a room, so Steven and Slash can flip a coin or something to figure out where you’ll be bunking,” he gestured at the two musicians as he and Izzy made their way to their own room.

Duff’s eyes widened a bit, turning to face his two potential roommates and throwing his hands up nervously, “No, no, it’s just for a night, remember? You guys don’t have to- I mean, I can just crash on the couch or something. Or, or I could…” His eyes darted around the room, as if searching for some corner where he could curl up out of the way.

It was weirdly endearing, and Slash smiled as he cut him off, “Hey, it’s no problem dude. And actually, my room is bigger than Steven’s anyway, so you can just share with me.”

“Are you sure? I-”

“Dude, seriously, it’s fine,” Slash insisted. Steven raised an eyebrow at him, but Slash cut him off before he could say anything potentially incriminating, “Really.”

The bassist didn’t look fully convinced, but he didn’t argue anymore. Slash pointed him in the direction of his room so he could finally put his stuff down, and as he walked away, Steven pulled him aside to whisper at him, “Look, I know I was joking earlier, but seriously, please don’t scare Duff off. He’s a cool dude and a good bass player.”

Slash actually felt offended this time, shoving at Steven’s chest, “I am not going to scare him off!”

“I’m just saying!” the drummer raised his hands defensively, “I love you dude, but you’re one of the horniest guys on the planet.”

“Jesus fuck, I’m capable of being chill about it, asshole,” he growled, “I don’t climb on every person I think is fucking hot or whatever you think I’m gonna do.”

“Okay, okay, you’re right, I’m sorry,” Steven had the good grace to look sincere in his apology, “I shouldn’t have worried.” Slash huffed, and Steven grinned teasingly, “Besides, we all know you’re too shy to actually make a move.”

“Hey!” Slash shoved him again, but he couldn’t help but chuckle, “How many times are you gonna insult me today?”

“Probably a couple more times,” Steven laughed.

At that moment, Duff walked out holding two bottles of vodka, one full and one half empty, “I figure since you’re letting me crash here the least I could do is share.”

“Hell yes!” Steven smiled widely, “Oh, you’re gonna fit right in.”

Duff laughed, and when he held out one of the bottles his shirt slipped down one shoulder, emphasizing his smooth, pale collar bones. Slash swallowed thickly. He meant what he told Steven; he could handle this.

He just might have to take a few more cold showers than usual.

#my writing #sluff #Guns n Roses #guns n roses fanfiction #gnr #slash #duff mckagan #axl rose #izzy stradlin #steven adler

[saphirafoxgirlspost1]

(Open Rp) Summer, Romance, ToonTown Au, And Drama in " Cartoony Summer Shore Of Love"

"GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY CABIN PUNK!!" The Sound of the Inflamed Fox woman outside of her cabin where the Blonde haired, freckle face Guy runs out from her cabin as the Frying pan got thrown fly to hit his head real hard as he took cover as The angry Kitsune emerge from the cabin holding another Frying pan out of anger and the Time pause..

Saphira narrating: This is me,...I know your Wondering why I was So angry and Chasing my "Sorry excuse" For a Boyfriend with a frying pan for No Reason.  Ok, Lets go back where it all happens Shall we?

*rewind sound and stopped the Middle school part*

Saphira Narrates: AS you can see this is The young of myself... when Kim got braces and Me and My "Ex" Were a Couple at the time..I mean Sure.. he treats me right and Thought he was a Prince Charming and Love me for me Right? WRONG! You See after Middle School and going on Highschool...But Apparently.. My Love.. Just Turn Rotten Like Corpse.. I mean First of all he was Acting strange while at Camp Wannaweep twice.. and Missions.. oh yea.. Same thing.. after I Sacrifice to Protect ron and Others Every time.. But No matter what I Do Though.. They have the Glory and "I" was the One who's in the Hospital Paying my Price here with my Life... I mean.. I got No Visitors whats so ever..I mean its kinda sad though, I mean my friends were busy and all.. and I thought the World was Really a cruel things you know Believe it Or not. But During my Highschool time, I was pregnant Twice with my Twins.. and always Died when I was 5 Months pregnant.. I mean I don't get it why they died that Instant but I realized something after I went to the Hospital about I Don't know 115 times and Notice that the Abortion Serum was Missing and I had really Suspecting and the Doctors Doesn't know where it goes or so.. But I decided to Planned my Childrens funeral and decided to Find the Suspect So I Said to the Fellow Middleton Highschool student "If you Didn't come or come in late.. Someone is a Suspect of my Childrens Murder." And I knew Something was wrong because I Found that Abortion Serum container in the trash can and knowing that Someone Did it to my kids.. and If I really Found out about it.. Someone is going to be Hell to pay. Then My Childrens Funeral Came in and everyone except 3 of the guest who was coming in late was : "Ron Stoppable, Kim Possible and Bonnie Rockweller", I Had Suspecting Ron Coming in being late after the ceremony and I was asking "Where the hell have you been?" And telling him the ceremony was over and I have a Small Funeral party, i-it was Nothing Big or so and Then Out of Nowhere Ron Spoke very harshly about me Being A bad mother by Sleeping with other men.. I Could not believe what he was Saying to me was Unthinkable. I was Embarassed and I told him that he is clearly embarassed me. I said to him Clearly "Don't you ever say that infront of these "Good" people in the Funeral,  "If" and Only If I Did cheat on you with another man, What Kind of Mother Would the Hell I be?" I was Stern you know, very Stern... I knew he was Hiding something and Using this "false accusation" As an excuse For being late to the Funeral.. but then Month pass and he abused me during that time  and he Put me into a coma..for 5 months.. Oh god.. 5 Months..It was My Final Straw on me..After I came back from the Hospital by myself..and I Standing there, Being  really really angry at him for Doing such heinously on me and then before he Open His Mouth, I Spoke out "Thats Quite Enough from you Stoppable! I can't Believe you abused me and put me into the Coma For 5 months! This is my Last Straw From you! If I ever Hear you Bitching, Complaining and False accuse me again, So Help Me Goddess that I Will Make you Sleeping in the backyard Or a basement Because I'm Putting my Big Fat Foot Down." And Ron Knew He was In Deep trouble, He went Down on his knees And begged me Forgiveness....But I said I may Forgive you but I Don't Completely trust you at all and you know I meant Buisness with him.. But then it was Prom time..and Yes... I March my ass there waiting for his ass..because he Forgot to pick me up with a fancy limo as promised..but.. I found out that all girls was pregnant and told me that it was rons...I wouldn't believe it until well.. they were right.. I saw ron and kim Came in and Holding hands and my Goddess it was horrible.. the news grouped me and asking me sort of question.. So.. I was Flared up and Stormed to ron and Slapped him right on his face and all I ever do is Scolding and Chewing his ass up..and told him How much hurt and alot of Sacrifice that I've been through alot..and when I got home and I ask him a serious question and He confess and I made him sleeping in the basement till the babies is born because all these girls including kim and Bonnie are 9 months pregnant.. and I was Pretty Furious about it..after that the babies was rons...and now.. Here I am throwing frying pans at Ron out of my cabin for good.. and yes.. I kicked him out in the Harshful Violent Mannered.. Lets Continue Shall we?

*play the presents*

Saphira chased him away as she is growling and Slammed the Door. She was upset and Hurt at the same time.. She hears the News all over the World in internet, She was embarassed and Humiliation...But now.. She knew that She had to do...She wanted Revenge and Fake her death..She asked herself How.. But Simple, She can Falsify Her Murder by Ron..The only can do it is to use the Sleeping potions.. When she sees ron and Kim had finally happy together.. She use her spell to make them sleep.. She and her clones grabbed ron and kim and dragged him to her cabin and Saphira use Her Real Clone as herself..and then She Possessed Ron and other possesed kim.. where He decided to vandalized her unborns urns and her "real" clone confronted ron and kim and he pulls out a Knife and then killed her..and he said that he loved her money more than Saphira herself and her clone was dead...and then they disappeared covered in blood and then drives the car and went to the makeout point where the camera is Already filmed the murder..Then She took pictures as evidence and all...and then She packed her stuff and got her unborns urns and all and then She got on her Car and she change into her human version and then She calls the police as she is crying and she told the police that saphira was Murdered and knows who killed her.. So she gathered the evidence and voice thing..and then She rides off to the Police station and give them the tape and evidence of what they've done to her.. And then She Left Middleton for good..and head to toontown where She lives in the Life of Luxury but...Sadly..She was Lonely and Sadden But then She began to find a Nice Blind date and she found someone..and he wanted to meet her at the Lovely Restaurant called the Golden Dragons at the Good Side of the toontown at 6 O'Clock tonight..Then that Night, 

Saphira Dressed up so Lovely and head there..and then She was waiting For him when she was sitting in the Lovely Private Booth with the aquarium and then She sees him and waves at him and then he....

#Open Rp #Romance #Toontown AU #Drama #Summer

[inexchangeforyoursoul]

*chucks this to the starving lions* Can I get, uhhh… you interested in some dabihawks intimacy over burns? (2k+ words) ( AO3 )

Hawks lacks his trademark energy. His movements, be them his quirky little leg bounce or a mundane lift of a hand, have become sluggish- that is, if he even bothers moving. Everything about him screams exhaustion, even after almost two weeks of being off duty. Forcing himself to get outside makes Dabi think the hero crazy for two entirely new reasons.

First, he’s everything but suited to walk the streets like this, with restricted mobility that’s just begging for some nosy assholes to tail him. Especially nowadays. He also could have become easy prey to petty villains in the first shady alley, as there’s no way in hell that he can use his left wing for anything but sending out some warped or puny feathers. Considering the cotton pads lining his neck and that his upper body is still covered in bandages under the tee, two sizes too big, this is also not subject to change for a while. There’s one additional pad on his left cheek, likely hiding the spot of a particularly nasty blister. And this mess here had the nerve to ask for a meetup and sneak out to this infection-ridden hole, but let's not even go there.

No, there's a bigger issue. The other reason Hawks is a madman… the thing that ties an unswallowable knot in Dabi’s stomach, and makes him reconsider coming for the umpteenth time, and legitimately uncomfortable… is that the gauze on the other's body is hiding second, if not third degree burns that he himself had inflicted, under circumstances he’d rather not even think of.

Once it becomes obvious that he won't be the one to initiate, Hawks’ familiar voice rings with forced bravado. “What’s with the long face? You look even deader than usual,” he chides the villain. It almost sounds like there wasn't a rotting elephant carcass in the room. Almost.

There's no answer he can muster. He’s just staring vacantly at the left side of the other’s face. A silent thought notes how the hero's hair grows about as fast as his feathers do after being shaved. Or burned. He made all those passive-aggressive jokes in the beginning, about what high quality kindling Hawks would make if set ablaze. And he really does burn so fast… so easily.

He should have ignored the message altogether.

Hawks sighs; his scowl softens and the tired smile disappears without a trace. No point in waltzing around the metaphorical bush, is there. “See… this is why I wanted to come. Because I figured your punk ass would wax emo over it. She's safe and sound, isn't she? And I'll just have to deal with it. It’s for doing the same damn heroic thing you keep chewing me out on, after all. Can’t help not make dumb decisions? Then let them bite you in the ass! So it did, you were right! Congrats. Not that it’s a big deal, though. This shit’s always been part of my job description.”

He cannot find it in himself to give an edge to the words, or get any snarkier with Dabi right now. The incident had some really bad timing. Things… had already been changing between them, for better or worse. Dabi’s painfully aware of this, too. As for Hawks…

It's hard to forget what it looks like. The way a man's blind rage and murderous intent change to the frantic panic and horror of a child at the drop of a hat… What seeing it feels like, as your left side is set on fire in real time, feeling a thousand-degree hand print itself into your flesh in slow motion, before it’s yanked away as if it had been charred by something burning even hotter inside you. What Dabi’s voice sounds like when in distress, calling out for someone he cared for, thinking he hurt them. Then the change to a faint moment of immense relief in those haunting eyes as your body goes into shock, before giving way to some kind of indescribable emotion that’s the bastard child of those preceding it, and more.

Dabi blinks, eyes still fixated over the rose-laced, ghastly pale patchwork on Hawks’ tan skin. That's a job description he wouldn't have to worry about if he had been given a choice, the idiot. First, he was mad at him that he would intervene. But… if Hawks hadn’t been there, and jumped in between a few minutes later, he---

“It's weird and creepy to have you staring at me like this, you know? The world didn't quite end, but aren't there some news which you should be raving about…? There's chaos and distrust all over the place, people are suspicious of everything labelled hero… they even got rid of that flaming pile of garbage to save some face, didn't they? I'm having it nice with the second guesses around my alignment and inactivity, to be honest… Slipping from the top ten while also being hospitalized makes you have time for yourself! Who would have thought?” It won’t stay like this. No, no… his name is just clean enough from every available angle that both the populace and the Commission trust him and in his return. Latter will want to get him battle ready as soon as possible, right after screaming their heads off at him. He’ll get a message next week, tops. He’s almost happy to oblige, though…

“I’ve been wanting some me time for a while now, but, how should I put it... now that I got my wish… I feel like shit, and can’t do shit that I’d like to do. Karma, bitch- I’m sitting in my room all day, with no idea how to pass time, haha!” No learning to play the guitar, gardening, or how to bake brownies. He can't even take a proper shower with all the bandages and his left shoulder being as stiff as a board. There's only his body, pulsating with slowly rising, light fever, and the numb existence after taking one of those potent painkillers before the aching starts all over again. He usually cannot even remember what happens in the series he ends up watching. It’s frustrating as all hell, and killing his ADHD-plagued ass whenever he has the energy to do something. He would have gone crazy if even his right hand had been off-limits.

If not for Hawks, he would have...

The blonde’s eyes flicker to his aching side as his fake smile returns, and he lifts a hand over the bandages covering his neck. The fingers look mangled under thick layers of shedding, dead skin; the rest, still hidden from view. “The model gig is off the table, too, I guess. They are planning to patch my face up once my wings and joints are salvaged, from what I could gather. Not that it’s a priority, though.” There’s a pause. “I also caught up with my feed, and some ‘fans’ just up and left after getting a little sunburn, too… like, seriously!? That’s just mean,” he moans with thinly veiled disappointment. He exhales with closed eyes and the barely-smile, fingers lingering at the edges of the exposed burns. The expression sticks for a moment.

He would have… burned his mother.

Dabi steps closer, reaching up to Hawks’ face, then barely touches his wounded cheek. This prompts the other to open his eyes again, with light surprise, confusion, and perhaps wariness reflecting in them. “It’s high time those little snots reevaluated their tastes,” Dabi speaks up at last, brushing the back of his fingers over the sensitive skin. He never gave a flying fuck about pretty faces, but… “You never looked better.”

To anybody else, this would sound like a dig… which, it kind of is. But Hawks can read and hear the subtext, which is to say, mild disdain and genuine gratitude. It’s… something else, though. Basically being told that he’s the most beautiful he’s ever been. It’s doing funny things to him inside- it’s beyond great to feel something after the days spent as a walking vegetable. Those fingers are, ironically, also nice and cool against his aching skin, but all of this is getting a little too much to handle at once.

Intended or not, it worms an involuntary (and rather painful), real smile out of Hawks. “Wow… gross.”

He’d be amused at the answer already, but the smile is what gives Dabi whiplash, cracking the uneasiness boulder the size of a truck sitting on his chest and sending him straight to cloud nine. Which is not something that he wants right now, goddammit.

And he would backpedal on the spot, because this backfired really bad, but Hawks has already placed his marred hand over his, and is reaching up with his other one, too. The relatively undamaged right is placed over his bare arm and traces over the scarred-up skin.

“… Does it still hurt a lot?” Hawks asks then, examining the burns meticulously; the texture sends a small chill down his spine, forcing all remaining hair on his body to stand.

He lost sleep over thinking about this. It’s a little embarrassing… thinking about whether Dabi’s wounds hurt as much as his do, all of the time. Or how he took the news. Last thing he kind of remembers before waking up to numb aches is getting an ice layer cast over him by the youngest Todoroki, and all he knew after finally catching up on the news was that the villain managed to escape and was MIA. Honestly… he had just been worried and thinking about Dabi a lot.

… Okay, it’s very embarrassing. And alarming.

“Can’t feel much where it's like that,” he admits. Where gentle fingers run over dead skin, there's a ghost of a presence that the surviving nerves deep below give notice of. A hint of warmth, maybe. Nothing more. “Not now, nor when the stuff cracks and bleeds. What will hurt… are these spots,” he guides the man’s hand up to the staples over his wrist, then takes the same hand and rubs lazy circles over a healed-up spot. “Dead and live skin don’t get along well. They get pulled apart easily, especially if you are still growing… and shit swells and tears when you are not careful. But you’ve already seen that happen to me.” Having finished the vaguely educational monologue, he looks Hawks in the eyes. “It’s also bold of you to waltz into a cesspool like this one. The plague eats roast meat for breakfast, and I hear chicken’s his favourite.”

The last line revives the smile before it could fade, and he looks back at Dabi, too. “Aww, worried~?”

“Nah,” the villain replies with the corners of his mouth also creeping upwards. Hawks’ dulled senses don’t even register that he’s already in his face until it’s too late; “The plague is me.”

The kiss is tender, and lasts only a second or two; before the hero knows it, it’s already over. He blinks first, trying to decide whether he just hallucinated this under the influence of drugs, or it was a real-ass thing that just happened… then hides his mouth behind his free hand with a blushing face.

“… that was totally uncalled for,” he mumbles, trying not to sound whiny, while also trying his best to look as angry as possible. It’s entirely futile as he can’t get rid of the fully grown, shit eating grin, though. “I’m still running a fever, you know. This is not helping.”

Burning face and heart aside, a part of him feels bad about this. Even if nobody asked Dabi to do this. It’s as if he was using the situation for selfish gains.

“In that case, get your sorry ass back to the hospital or whatever, little phoenix,” Dabi purrs, giving another kiss on his temples once Hawks manages to look at him again. The villain lets go of the hand at last, but stays close, staring into the other’s eyes for a moment.

There it is again. That ‘more’ he saw in them back then. It’s stupid, yes… but Hawks would be lying if he said he didn’t enjoy basking in the glint that’s so foreign to those eyes.

He doesn’t get much time to enjoy himself, as Dabi’s lips are already curling into an impish smile; “Then, once you resurrect from those ashes… maybe we could run a fever together, hmm?”

Hawks spends the next minutes cursing softly from behind both hands as his ears start burning up, too... and Dabi just laughs, not caring for the blood leaking from his face.

***

*old HDD processing noises* not that I’m particularly happy with it, but yeah, I think this is the first kiss I’ve ever written. hell, those may be even the first vaguely suggestive lines that are meant to be taken seriously that I’ve ever written. Hide yo wives, and hide yo husbands, this is the beginning, I’m going hog wild y’all

ps admit it… the half-assed summary had your expectations fooled

#dabihawks #dabi #Hawks #hawks bnha #hotwings #Kate writes #bnha #bnha hawks

[alittleshocking]

Shannon Mae “Shock” Adamson

"come on, little lady, give us a smile" / no, i ain't got nothin' to smile about / i got no one to smile for, i waited a while for / a moment to say I don't owe you a goddamn thing

i, i keep a record of the wreckage of my life / i gotta recognize the weapon in my mind / they talk shit, but i love it every time / and i realize / i'm no sweet dream, but i'm a hell of a night

Archetype — The Rebel Birthday — November 4, 1999 Zodiac Sign — Scorpio Sun (Rising Leo, Virgo Moon) MBTI — ESTP Enneagram — 7; The Enthusiast Temperament — Sanguine Hogwarts House — Slytherin Moral Alignment — Chaotic Neutral Primary Vice — Gluttony Primary Virtue — None lol Element — Air

Overview:

Mother — Vanessa Adamson Father — Wade Adamson Mother’s Occupation — homemaker Father’s Occupation — janitor at PrideU Family Finances — poor Birth Order — eldest Brothers — half-brother: Lucius “Lock” Adamson (FC: Thomas Doherty, February 14, 2002); brother: Braedon “Barrel” Adamson (FC: SOMEONE GET MY BROTHER) Sisters — none, thank god.  Other Close Family — none.  Best Friend — probably her brothers on the lowkey, they #getit  Other Friends — none.  Enemies — everyone probably.  Pets — Iggy, sorta. I guess.  Home Life During Childhood — shitty lmao the adamsons are a hot mess.  Town or City Name(s) — socal somewhere  What Did His or Her Bedroom Look Like — she didn’t really have a bedroom, she sleeps on the couch bc the boys share the bedroom but the bathroom is HERS. she has posters up in there and her make up and shit all over the counters etc. drives the boys crazy probably  Any Sports or Clubs — nah tho she is pretty sporty. was probs on sports teams until she got sick  Favorite Toy or Game — uh does pulling pranks ? count ? Schooling — public school in cali Favorite Subject — lol (secretly loves lit) Popular or Loner — loner Important Experiences or Events — well getting cancer i guess - shock Nationality — american Culture — lower class american Religion and beliefs — your born. you live. you die. 

Physical Appearance:

Face Claim — Florence Pugh Complexion — pale, lil freckly but she hates the freckles Hair Colour — blonde, but she dyes it when she’s feeling saucy.  Eye Colour — green  Height — 5’4 Build — curvy Tattoos — definitely but idk what mostly classic in style bold colors v classic imagery Piercings — has had several through their years but takes them in and out on whim. has a nose and lots of ear piercings that are constant.  Common Hairstyle — loose and straight and messy but like a purposefully messy Clothing Style — grungy but feminine Mannerisms — picks and chews at nails a lot, always fiddling w something  Usual Expression — 

Health:

Overall (do they get sick easily)? — yes her immune system was shit to hell and she doesn’t take care of herself Physical Ailments — her leg gets achy from time to time Neurological Conditions — none Allergies — seasonal, strawberries, citrus, jokes she is allergic to sweet things  Grooming Habits — good, shock doesn’t have nice clothes so she makes up for it trying to look nice  Sleeping Habits — night owl af, reads a lot at night, gets yelled at constantly for having the light on bc her parents can see it under the door.  Eating Habits — shitty, will eat whatever she can get her hands on. they don’t often have a lot of food. she also does make sure her brothers eat before she does  Exercise Habits —  lol Emotional Stability — pretty solid she’s cool as a cucumber. only her brothers know how to get under her skin Body Temperature — is always freezing  Sociability — she’s very good with people Addictions — cigarettes  Drug Use — occasional and recreational doesn’t do the hard shit Alcohol Use — frequent 

Your Character’s Character: 

Bad Habits — smoking drinking not getting enough sleep being a bitch uhhh so many lmao Good Habits — does she...have good habits…? Best Characteristic — smarts Worst Characteristic — uuuuuuh self destruction? Worst Memory — the day she almost died is up there Best Memory — first day out of the hospital  Proud of — kicking cancer’s ass she guesses (her stories but she’d never say) Embarrassed by — her family  Driving Style — reckless  Strong Points — intelligent, charismatic Attitude — devil may care Weakness — her brothers Fears — getting sick again Phobias — hospitals/needles Secrets — wants to be a writer Regrets — nothing baby! (putting her fam in debt) Feels Vulnerable When — people know things about her Pet Peeves — calling her by her real name, saying she cares, telling her she’s talented or wasting her intelligence or her life  Conflicts — uh i don’t think she has any maybe like she sometimes thinks: should i be a better person? then she goes: nah.  Motivation — none.  Short Term Goals and Hopes — we are here for a good time not a long time !! Long Term Goals and Hopes — none lol Sexuality — bisexual af Day or Night Person — night Introvert or Extrovert — extrovert  Optimist or Pessimist — realist? nihilist? Intelligence — she is actually wicked smart but she just uses it for nefarious purposes

Likes and Styles:

Music — all the classic emo/punk stuff Books — anything macabre. she mostly likes short stories  Magazines — lol none Foods — anything sugary and overprocessed Drinks — alcohol duh Animals — anything creepy crawly, she really likes eels and spiders Sports — very sporty was probs on the softball team and soccer team Social Issues — uh none? she doesn’t give a fuck Favorite Saying — get fucked  Color — black (but also green) Clothing — old for the most part unless she’s stolen it. mostly black but she has some color in their too Jewelry — lots of piercings so lots of jewelry. all fake and cheap stuff. maybe she has like a nice ring from a grandma. doesn’t like necklaces really.  Games — playing pranks  Websites — twitter, insta, tumblr, no fb tho TV Shows — n/a they can’t afford cable so what is the point?  Movies — horror! movies! forever! Greatest Want — to have a good time  Greatest Need — probably to like idk get her shit together

#inspiration #about #character sheet

[softgothsweetheart]

Colors {Chrysalis}

The rain and wind was harsh and unforgiving as she walked up a path.

What the hell is going on?

Paisley got to where the path ended when she realized she was standing under a lighthouse. But then Lee saw another female and walked slowly to her. There was a giant tornado from what she could see and as she looked around, there wasn’t much else to be seen aside from buildings being completely destroyed. A boat flew from the storm, hitting the lighthouse. Just as Paisley recognized her classmate, she heard the loud groan and they both looked up, the lighthouse was coming down. Paisley shoved her classmate out of harms way just as the lighthouse collapsed on her. As she woke up, she realized she wasn’t in the middle of any storm, she was in class.

Paisley calmed her heartbeat and sighed, deciding that she would have to listen to class. Maybe her uncle giving a lecture would calm her down. Ground her, give her some sense of up and down until she could make sense of the dream.

Was it really a dream if I don’t remember falling asleep?

Paisley watched her uncle Mark lecture the students on Diane Arbus and chiaroscuro, all about photography – something she loved a lot. He’d taught her the beauty of it when she was old enough to hold one and not damage it. Lee knew she was old enough to form her own opinions of people and she – at the young age of 14 – had decided her uncle wasn’t truly who or what he said he was. The night she figured that out, it was too late, her aunt didn’t seem to care either – if she even knew what he did. But Lee was almost positive aunt Prudence knew. Not much too later, the bell rang, and the students were dismissed, only Kate, Max, and queen bee Victoria were left. Kate’s head was down, like she was thinking too hard, like she was overthinking. Lee wanted to believe it wasn’t because of the Vortex club party she’d attended a few weeks back, but she knew that it was. She must’ve remembered bits and pieces; Nathan hadn’t expected her to act out so much whilst under the influence.

Then Paisley stood up and walked over to her uncle who immediately dropped Victoria. She scoffed and glared at the younger girl, “Excuse you Paisley.”

Mark seemed to glare at the tall blonde, a look she didn’t notice. But he intervened before his beloved niece got hurt.

“Excuse you, miss Chase. Paisley is the youngest student here and she is also my niece and assistant.” He turned to her and asked her what she needed.

“Oh—I need to know where to go.”

“Just head out to the diner if need be.” He shrugged; Lee nodded obeying. As she walked away, Max walked almost alongside her but stopped when Mark called her name. Lee continued out of the quiet classroom into the noisy hallway where her fellow classmates were. Kids older than her by at least three years on but were more rambunctious than a room filled with toddlers. She quickly walked the halls, toward the bathroom because the feeling of eyes watching her had suddenly become too much to bear. Paisley had recently begun to experience something abnormal.

It’d happened one day when she was cleaning a camera and elbowed it off the table. The loud crash was heard in the back rooms of the house and her uncle had come rushing out, yelling. When he was coming at her, she held her hands out as if it were going to stop him and everything went backwards until her vision faded and burned at the edges. When Paisley looked behind her, the camera was fully intact and back on the desk. She thought it’d been a trip, but she even threw a rock into the house through a window before rewinding time until before it happened, even throwing her aunt’s phone at her head. The feeling and power had grown stronger, she knew that much.

Paisley’s feet took her into the girls’ bathroom, she holed herself in the last stall, listening to music on her phone as she sat on the toilet. It was a soft song—one of the many Rachel Amber had told her she’d like and gave to her on a playlist. It was sad that she’d no longer see her friend except through the miserable posters she saw around campus. The song was so soft that over the music she heard the door open once more and whispers. For a few minutes, Lee breathed silently and had her music low to listen when the door had opened with a loud smack, some more talking and another thwack. Shadows moved outside, she hadn’t a clue if they knew she was here in hiding. So, she killed the music and removed her headphones.

When Paisley looked down in the stall and to her left, she could see her fellow classmate’s shoes—Max’s to be exact. They weren’t hard to recognize. There was an exchange happening between Nathan and some random girl.

“You’re wrong—that’s my family—not me.”

“Oh, boo hoo, poor little rich kid. I know you’ve been pumpin’ drugs and shit to kids around here… I bet your respectable family would help me out if I went to them. Man, I can see the headlines now.” If this girl knew about the parties and drugs—if Nathan told, then she would die. Especially if she knew who the real culprit behind this was.

“Leave them out of this, bitch.” Nate growled, he wasn’t in the best of moods and she was testing his patience. It was going to get bad no doubt.

Maybe he can reel himself in… C’mon Nate, do what I taught you.

“I can tell everybody Nathan Prescott is a punk ass who begs like a little girl and talks to himself—" Seems the unknown female cut her sentence short, gasping, her shoes scraping against the tiling as she fell back to the wall.

“You don’t know who the fuck I am or who you’re messing around with!” He shouted.

“Where’d you get that? What are you doing? Come on, put that thing down!” She seemed to be begging, Paisley peeked through the cracks and couldn’t see a damn thing except for Nathan’s movements. He growled in rage and she had a frightening thought—

Maybe it’s the gun uncle Mark bought for him! Oh god, no.

“Don’t EVER tell me what to do. I’m so sick of people trying to control me!”

“You’re gonna get in hella more trouble for this than drugs.”

“Nobody would ever even miss your ‘punk ass’ would they?!”  

Is he going to shoot this girl? What would he do with the body? The gun?

“Get that gun away from me psycho!” A loud bang rang out, Max yelled, and Paisley saw her arm stretched out through the cracks before everything rewound. Lee was sat back in class, diagonal to Max who seemed to be alert. More than one time traveler sounded crazier than one did. Class went on, everything the exact same as before, except for Max elbowing her polaroid camera off the table and rewinding it until it was no longer broken. After Max played with her rewind, using Victoria’s answer against her and Mark’s quote against him when he asked her where her photo was, they both left the classroom. Lee pulled her aside where no one could overhear them.

“Stop rewinding, Max, seriously.”

“How did you—” The older female seemed panicked that she knew.

“I can time travel too. Stop using it on nonsense. It won’t work when you truly need it if you don’t.” Paisley didn’t expect Max to listen, but it would have been nice to. They re-entered the bathroom and followed what they had done previously and waited until Nathan had pulled his gun again. Max moved the trolley, picked up the mallet, rewound so the trolley was back and smacked the emergency alarm in the corner. Loud blaring sounds that came were deafening, Nathan had fallen to the floor with a slam as the blue haired female shouted and made her escape. Nathan followed suit and Lee opened the stall and saw Max giving her a look that showed her relief.

They exited the bathroom together, but the security guard promptly stopped them, scolding and interrogating as if they were children and had done something wrong.

“Hey, Madsen, don’t be such a dick. I have familial issues and Max was helping and consoling me.” Paisley glared, and Max tried her best but looked like a small child.

“Miss Christopher—shut your mouth—” Lee scoffed, fake tears springing to her eyes as her hand covered her mouth. Principal Wells intervened and the were glad, but when exiting the building he stopped them.

“You both look stressed out. Are you both okay?”

“Mr. Madsen has serious issues, he just told me to shut up. He interrogated us. Today is such a hard day—it was my mother’s birthday.” Max seemed to be impressed by Paisley’s lying abilities.

“Is that all you’re thinking of? Or have you done something wrong?”

“Are you accusing me of lying, principal Wells?” She questioned, her tears drying up and shooting him an accusing glare.

“I’m sure my uncle informed you that it is in fact my mother’s birthday. I get very sad during this time of year. Max found me in the bathroom and consoled me. So, yes, principal Wells, I am rather stressed.” He must’ve bought it because he nodded and gestured to his office.

“My door is always open to give advice.”

“Thank you so much. It really means a lot.” Paisley nodded, giving a watery relieved smile before pulling Max to the main campus through the doors. The alarm was off but the ringing from it was annoying as all hell. Once they descended the stairs, Max yanked herself loose and it spun Lee around to face her.

“You didn’t tell him about Nathan—”

“Max, you don’t understand what happens if we go down that road. Wells won’t give a shit; he won’t look into it. Then he’ll tell Nathan’s dad who’ll threaten him and tell Nathan. It’ll come back to us.”

“But—shit—you lied so well that Wells bought it!”

“He’s a fucking drunkard, of course he did. Plus, I have tons of experience under my belt that I might as well be an expert.”

“Thanks, I guess… You’re Paisley Christopher, right?”

“Yeah I’m Mark Jefferson’s niece.”

“I didn’t know that, you look super young. How old are you?”

“Fourteen, he made sure I got into the academy.”

“Doesn’t seem like you’re fourteen, you seem older.” A ping from Max’s phone sounded and she instantly checked it, texting.

“It’s Warren, I have to go. I’ll see you later?” Max asked, Paisley nodded and while her classmate went around campus to socialize, she went directly to the dorms where Victoria was sat with her minions. All three annoying plastics. When Paisley tried to pass, Victoria scoffed, sitting up.

“Whoa freak, you don’t even stay in the dorms.” She mocked, pointing out. Paisley rolled her eyes and crossed her arms.

“I mean, don’t move if you wanna crush your chances at the Everyday Heroes contest. I would, especially since I have ways of convincing my uncle.” Lee examined her nails, letting her green eyes flicker to Victoria’s.

“You’re like fucking twelve!” She shouted in displeasure.

“Nice guess, Tori, but I’m fourteen and I don’t screw around. If you want your fair chance to win the contest I’d move.” Victoria rolled her eyes, standing up even as Courtney and Taylor scoffed. They’d told their queen bee not to move a muscle and she had. It made Paisley feel powerful as she went up the steps and into the boys’ dorms.

Paisley entered the dorms, walking down the corridor before turning left and knocking on the first door there;111.

“What?” She heard Nathan’s upset grumbling from behind the door. Lee opened the door and walked in to where Nate was laying on his bed.

“What the fuck do you want?” Paisley closed the door behind her and sat on his couch and tried to get comfortable.

“You, the bathroom. Wanna tell me what the hell you were thinking?”

“The bathroom?” He asked, waving his hand dismissively.

“Your goddamn gun, Nate!” She whispers shouts and he was up and on his feet in an instant, his hand wrapped around her neck loosely. Nathan’s hand squeezed lightly, trying to remind her who was in charge.

“Don’t fucking yell at me, you’re like ten years old.”

“I’m fourteen, Nathan. Don’t play the age card.” She removed his hand and shoved it into his chest.

“He’ll kill us if he finds out.” She reminded him and he groaned.

“You actually want to live with what we’ve done?”

“Can you please take this seriously?” Nathan let out a laugh, devoid of any humor. It answered her question. He collapsed back on his bed and relaxed.

“Where were you in the bathroom?”

“I was hiding in the last stall.” He locked eyes with her and squinted, making sure she wasn’t lying.

“I guess you left the fucking Polaroid then. You gonna join Max on her twee hipster expeditions?”

“That one wasn’t mine, Nate.”

“Then who does it—” He stopped himself short and sat up.

“Max Caulfield. Fan-fucking-tastic! Are you sure she was there?”

“She saw the gun, she almost told Wells too, I had to step in and lie.”

“You only stepped in to cover her ass.”

“Not even, I stepped in because what if Wells begins investigating? You know Mark wouldn’t be happy about it. I convinced her that it was best if she didn’t clash heads with you.”

“Damn right.” Nathan was off his bed and out the door and had Paisley trailing after him, he was in the main campus and in the parking lot in no time at all. Paisley was trying to stop him, pulling on his arm but he yanked out of her grip.

“Max Caulfield, right? You’re one of Jefferson’s photo groupies…” He asked as he approached her.

“I’m one of his students.” Max corrected; Paisley cursed her. Why couldn’t s have just gone along with it?

“Whatthefuckever. I know you like to take pictures, especially when you’re hiding out in bathrooms. You best tell me what you saw. Now!” Nathan demanded, yelling. Paisley braced herself for the worst, she knew it was coming. She shook her head at Warren when he looked to her, Nathan towered over Max. She shouldn’t have told him.

“What are you talking about?”

“I know you’re new here but don’t play dumb with me.”

“I’m not new. I’ve lived here for years.”

“Then you should know the Prescott’s own this shithole.”

“Nate—"

“Then you shouldn’t worry about me… worry about yourself.” He grew angrier, his hands clenching tighter into fists. Max seemed to have a penchant for pissing him off, then again, didn’t everybody?

Nathan was so far gone, lost in his anger and beyond reasoning. If a hand was laid on him, a fight could break out. He was a ticking time bomb.

“Do not analyze me! I pay people for that. Worry about yourself, Max Caulfield.”

“Take a step back, Nathan Prescott.” Max's words have him stepping closer, into her face.

“Oh, man, you’re telling me what to do?” Warren gets in between and as a result, gets headbutted. He falls to the ground, clutching his head. Max shoves Nathan and he turns back to her, his hand gripping her around the neck.

“Nathan!” Paisley shouted, eyeing Warren on the ground.

“Nobody tells me what to do,” he shakes Max, “Not my parents, not the principal, or that whore in the bathroom!” She manages to scrape his cheek and he shoves her to the ground. Lee grabs Nate by his shoulder and he backhands her, and she stumbles as a rusted beige truck drives up. It almost hits Max who immediately stands up and gazes at the driver.

“Chloe?”

“Max?” They hear the driver exclaim.

“No way, you again?” Nathan questions in a growl. Warren stands up and tackles Nathan to the ground.

“Go, go! I got this!” He yells and Max gets in. Paisley looks around and all she can feel is her heart beating in her chest. Nathan pauses hitting Warren and stands up, kicking the car door closed.

“Get your punk asses out of there now! Don’t even try to run! Nobody messes with me! NOBODY!” He shouts as the female from the bathroom pulls away. Paisley watches as the truck gets farther and farther away. Madsen comes over and the teenagers turn towards him.

“You three, Principal Wells’ office. Now.”

“Fuck off old man.” Nathan gives the security guard the finger. Warren stands to his feet and Paisley feels her cheek and looks around between the guys.

“Miss Christopher—move it—”

“Dude I said fuck off! Do you not understand English?” Nate shouted, lighting a cigarette. Madsen grabbed Lee by her bicep, and she tried pulling away, protesting.

“Leave her alone—” Warren said.

“Stay out of this Gayram.” Nathan sneered. Madsen forced them to the Principal’s office, Warren with an ice pack, Nathan with a bandage where the scratches were, and Paisley who had makeup on hand to cover the forming bruise.

“Would either of you three care to explain?” Wells asked, each of them looked at each other. The boys not bothering to mask their disdain for each other.

“Nathan started this.” The younger boy spoke up. The older boy raised his eyebrows and leaned forward, giving him the finger, which Wells didn’t even bother to comment on. Warren gave a mocking face and Nathan almost smacked him from behind Paisley when Wells scolded him. Warren and Paisley argued until it became too loud and they all silenced at Wells’ yelling. Nathan made half assed comments and left the office, not bothering to close the door behind him.

“We done here? Cause I’m leaving too.” Warren stormed out in a slightly less aggressive fashion and Paisley secured her bag as she stood up.

“Want to explain miss Christopher? It seems like the most trouble you’ve caused, and the week is only beginning.” He asked, leaning over his desk. Paisley shrugged.

“I’m just unlucky. Bad timing is all.” She chalked it up, leaving the room as she heard him sigh behind her. She exited the school and what ever students were left from earlier whispered and eyed her. First time she’d taken it in stride, she’d made it to the campus exit when she received two messages at the same time from two very different people.

UNKNOWN > You just wait until I see you later.

Warren > How could you defend such an asshole? He hit you!

Not a good end to any day, this meant bad news. When she met her uncle in the parking lot, he didn’t look pleased in the least. Paisley got in the car, no protesting and he climbed in the driver’s side. The whole ride home, he expressed his disappointment calmly. Most likely he’d get angrier at home where she could receive her punishment.

They arrived but when she slowly went to hide but failed, he caught her by her lengthy brown hair, yanking her downwards until her knees hit the laminate.

“I wasn’t going to discipline you but then I saw the look in your eye. You were going to hide; I just know it.”

“Please—uncle Mark, I wasn’t! I promise!” She cried, her knees rubbing harshly even with her dress to protect them a little. Her hands covered his, attempting to undo them.

“Go to your room, I don’t want to see you until tomorrow.” He let go of her hair and Paisley managed to stand up on her wobbly knees.

“My punishment?” She asked, stumbling back.

“You take the photos Friday. I choose the subject and you don’t get dinner tonight.”

“What subject?” She asked fearfully, maybe it was Stella? Or Alyssa, or even Taylor and Courtney. It was impossible to figure out who his intended target was.

“Victoria, of course. You’re drugging her at the Vortex Club party. After I announced the winner of the contest.” Paisley nodded, leaving his presence and staying in her room. He’d left a bit ago by the time the sun was setting, it was getting late and she was getting hungry, but she wouldn’t dare try to eat. Paisley lost track of how much time she’d been sitting in the window. When she saw the snow, she didn’t believe it to be real. The house was silent meaning her aunt Prudence was gone and had taken Amelia to work.

She simply went outside and watched it snow. Lee sat on the steps of the backyard and felt sharp pains in her head, passing out. There was thunder, harsh winds. Paisley forced herself to walk up the steep terrain. She managed to barely avoid collapsing trees and rolling boulders. They obstacles she probably couldn’t have managed without her rewind abilities. As she ran up, Paisley realized it was a lighthouse. The lighthouse, she looked over the edge and saw nothing but Arcadia Bay in ruins.

When she made it to the top, she saw Max who was holding a newspaper.

“October 11th? Is this Friday? That’s only four days away!” Max exclaimed, letting the paper fly upwards into the storm. Paisley reached out, her hand touching Max’s shoulder as she zapped back to the stairs. Lee stood and stumbled into the house, locking the back door and locking herself inside her bedroom.

Maybe it’s time to be a hero.

#life is strange #nathan prescott x oc #nathan prescott #chloe price #warren graham #Mark Jefferson #Mark jeffershit #mark Jefferson x oc #victoria chase #rachel amber #writing #fanfics

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BakuDeku: Strangers AU Part I

1 Series. 66 Works.

Click here for Part II & Part III!

Quiet Rapture by lalazee  ( E | 29,113+ | 8/? )

That ABO fic where cocky Alpha Bakugou falls in mate-love at first scent, while Midoriya is just a poor bookstore-owning Omega who got his nose punched in is a kid and can't smell a damn thing. Also known as: That time an Alpha had to use his actual personalityto woo his mate instead of relying on his scent.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Implied/Referenced Sexual Assault]

May I take your order, dipshit? by supercrunch  ( T | 6,373 | 1/1 )

So, like, maybe Bakugou wasn’t really the best choice for this whole pizza delivery shindig.

(Midoriya in love, Bakugou in denial, and way, way too much cheese.

A BakuDeku romance in thirty minutes or less. )

Sugar Stardust by milkcandie  ( T | 52,353 | 14/14 )

Between baking pretty macarons and sculpting wedding cakes, Katsuki slowly falls in love with a certain green-haired coworker who has effervescent stars in his eyes. Maybe working as a pastry chef in Nowhere, Japan isn't so bad after all, especially when he’s in such close proximity to a boy who manages to beautify every little thing in his presence.

☆ A pâtisserie AU where Katsuki and Izuku are really the perfect ingredient for each other.

Before Midnight by DriftingGlass  ( E | 211,528 | 28/28 )

Izuku Midoriya takes the same train to and from school Monday through Friday, morning and night. His only company during these lonesome hours comes in the form of another boy his age—a teen with scarred hands and blood gem eyes, a stranger with ash-blond hair who walks in a shroud of danger and mystery.

"Would you stop with that fucking muttering, idiot?"

And before Izuku can find his footing, his life becomes a full-blown collision course thanks to walking cannonball Katsuki Bakugou.

(And along the way he may have found the missing fuel to his fire).

Bluebird by EtherealBeing  ( E | 40,870 | 6/6 )

Dialing a wrong number was no unusual occurrence. Everyone did it once in a while, and Katuski was well aware of that fact.

However, possessing this knowledge made it no less aggravating for him to discover — a full two minutes into his rant about his day — that he’d been venting his frustrations to a complete stranger. As if that wasn't enough, said stranger was also inexplicably determined to hear his story to its end.

[On Hiatus] Oddly Beautiful by totalweebshit (Darkshadow)  ( Not Rated | 26,738+ | 7/? )

Izuku was the outcast omega of the Hetjan tribe. With his father having left him and his mother years ago the two of them lived alone in relative peace. However, everything changed when the rival tribe, Irae, attacked and one hot tempered alpha, Katsuki Bakugo, decided to take Izuku as his own.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Major Character Death | Rape/Non-Con]

the last dragon-blood king by claimedbydaryl  ( E | 107,013 | 13/13 )

Katsuki Bakugou was the alpha heir to a forgotten throne, reigning lord and warden of the Fyre Isles, a famed warrior of vicious repute in the Western Seas, and he would be wed to Izuku Midoriya by the day’s end.

[On Hiatus] And He Was Magnificent by Skaii, SugarbabyIzuku  ( E | 4,134+ | 1/? )

Midoriya Izuku is an omega slave, born into a life of subservience. He's trapped, never to reach his dreams of something more; until he's thrust headfirst into the world of Bakugou Katsuki, the crown prince of Incendium Kingdom. Now, Izuku must adjust to a new life as Katsuki's slave—while a war that threatens to shake the land looms on the horizon.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

daisies bunches and heather branches by halcyonwhispers  ( T | 5,862 | 1/1 )

izuku falls in love with the foul-mouthed tattoo artist next door.

Honeymoon High by Butterfree  ( T | 115,021 | 18/18 )

“OI, FUCKFACE! If you think you’re just going to waltz into this fancy-ass church with your fake as shit smile and your miserable bitch of a wife while my friend is sitting on the street carrying YOUR BABY, then YOU need to step right down here SO I CAN DETONATE YOUR ASS UNTIL NO ONE CAN RECOGNIZE YOUR LYING FACE, YOU DIPSHIT EXCUSE FOR A HUMAN BEING!”

A beat of silence.

And then all hell broke loose.

It started with a ‘SLAP’ resonating from the bride who activated some quirk to maximize the pain that her ex-fiancé felt. A lady near the front fainted, knocking over the table with the wedding cake and a glass swan sculpture. The scattered remains caused the ring bearer to jump up. Her quirk accidentally activated and sent the brides’ maids into the air. A man with half white and half red hair rushed to save the statue, but ended up tripping over a power line which engulfed the room in darkness. It didn’t take long for everyone else in the building to follow.

In the midst of the glory Katsuki felt at the complete chaos, a calloused hand grabbed his sleeve. He was met with wide and curious green eyes. “Excuse me, I’m the groom. Do I know you?”

.

Fuck. He crashed the wrong wedding.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

BNHA Grindr AU No One Asked For by HatakeJory  ( M | 37,612+ | 28/45 )

Izuku is a second-year at U.A. and ready for his first relationship so he downloads the gay dating app known as Grindr. He meets pro hero and U.A. graduate Bakugou Katsuki who is looking for a cute boy to spoil, and eventually someone who's awesome enough to run his Hero Agency with.

Who knows what they'll find in each other?

[Underage]

K-9 by warschach  ( E | 18,304 | 1/1 )

Izuku takes in a stray on one rainy night, except it's not a dog, it's a dog shifter who goes by the name, Katsuki. After the initial wave of panic and embarrassment, Izuku thinks his new pet/roommate is pretty cute.

[Abandoned] a boy and his dog: a wolf's tail by Ramabear (RyMagnatar), TheatricalPlacenta  ( E | 102,947 | 6/? )

In a world of supernatural beings, one young man is doing his best to get by.

Izuku’s a simple human and a college student, curious and cautious with a generosity and kindness that can be killer. But when a chance encounter with the Big Bad Wolf of campus breaks him out of his shell, will Izuku succumb to the flames of his new desire, or will he rise above it all?

But this bad boy Katsuki isn’t all that he appears to be. Behind that prickly exterior is a heart of gold and beneath that lies a hunger that Izuku can’t yet fathom.

Even if Izuku can manage to tame the wolf on his tail, what will he do with the beast inside of himself when it comes calling?

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Don't Set Your Drink Down by Crandberrycrush  ( E | 79,363+ | 20/21 )

With sudden clarity Izuku realized he had broken the first rule of going out. Never leave your drink unattended.

Cinnamon Bun Bun by DarkMachi  ( M | 36,186+ | 19/? )

In a world with humanoid creatures called "pets", Katsuki Bakugou finds himself suddenly the owner of a timid curly haired rabbit. How the fuck did that happen? Will the reluctant new owner and abandoned pet be the best thing for each other or will it end in disaster? Only the tags will ever know.

*This story is mostly about fluff and more fluff. Warning and "past" tags for a backstory chapter almost exclusively. Will warn at the beginning of ANY chapter with ANY sensitive issues.*

[Rape/Non-Con | Past Abuse | PTSD]

Unknown Number: I Love You by Explosion_Boy (push_it_hajime), Lillabelle  ( T | 50,352 | 11/11 )

Opposites attract right? Well that's what Midoriya's friend, Uraraka, thinks. Her friend from another school talked about another guy, Bakugou Katsuki, and the two girls decided the two were perfect for each other. Now Midoriya is left with the number of a guy he didn't even know.

How bad could it be?

Izuku's Home for Wayward Pets by glamour_weeb  ( E | 11,327+ | 4/? )

Izuku works at the Bureau of Companion Protection as a rehabilitator for abused and abandoned Companions, animal-human hybrids. He’s seen his fair share of cruelty cases and even fostered a few Companions, but he’s never had a Companion of his own, until now. After rescuing Katsuki from a life in an illegal, underground Companion fighting ring, Izuku must take in the wolfdog that no one else can handle.

Eventually, Katsuki comes to love his new home, as well as his new Master.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | PTSD | Past Abuse]

The Space Between by Kanae_vR  ( M | 77,012+ | 13/23 )

Holding his expensive camera tightly between his hands, Midoriya Izuku looked up at the once-white letters displayed on the black storefront banner. “The Hard Luck Bar,” he murmured to himself, unsure if he was getting ready to enter or flee.

Amateur photographer Midoriya Izuku is stuck in a rut and desperate for a change of pace. Deep in his city's grimy underbelly, he finds exactly what he's looking for in the form of an underground punk sensation on the verge of their big break, fronted by a foul-mouthed firework of a human being.

Loud, brash and passionate, Izuku may have just found the creative spark he needed, as well as something new to set his soul ablaze.

The Bonds that Bind Us by DMMegsie  ( M | 28,298+ | 5/? )

Travelling with his trading caravan, Izuku is on his way home when they stumble across an already heated battle in the middle of an open field in the dead of night. Being mistaken as part of attacking party, Izuku finds himself fighting off the fabled Demon King of the Mountains of Fire.

However, during the battle, Izuku breaks a necklace on the Demon King that held an unspoken promise from his mother from long ago, which changes everything.

Nothing ever as it seems, nor is it simple. As an omega of elven descent, Izuku has a lot to learn about the greater world and himself. The same could be said of the half dragon lord of the mountain.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Rape/Non-Con]

Hopeless Ramen-tic by lalazee  ( T | 7,155 | 1/1 )

Midoriya is a cute guy who works at a ramen stall and Bakugou is thirsty as hell, but has to hide it by being an asshat. Another love story.

dirty chai by bishounen_curious  ( E | 33,447+ | 4/? )

Y’know, Izuku doesn’t mind his part-time barista gig. It’s painless money — he likes his tiny, student union coffeeshop, likes his coworkers, his customers.

All customers, but this one.

Indestructible (emotionally speaking, that is) by iknewaman  ( E | 8,847 | 1/1 )

“Alright, buddy,” Katsuki says, swatting at the weeping guy with the broom. “Time to clear out.”

--

AU where Bakugou works at the cinema and Izuku is the cinema-goer who keeps coming in to cry at sad movies

Mechanical Bull by warschach  ( E | 27,573 | 1/1 )

Katsuki has a track record of bad choices, it's a condition, but Izuku might be the one choice that's right.

[On Hiatus] Incandescent Snow by Chicory  ( T | 74,810+ | 12/? )

At first Katsuki is just a boy in a photo whom Izuku wants to meet.

[Rape/Non-Con]

[Series] BNHA: Hybrid A/O/B Works by Morpheel  ( E | 29,802+ | 3 Works | WIP )

You're Everything A Big Bad Wolf Could Want by ElopeToTheSea  ( T | 20,223 | 4/4 )

Little red riding hood I don't think little big boys should Go walking in these spooky old woods alone...

In which Izuku saves a wounded dog, and ends up with a mate for life.

Fate Be Damned! by the_sukekiyo_vandal  ( M | 51,412+ | 6/? )

The Tribe located in the Valley of Midoriya was a green paradise for all. Well, except for Deku, one of the few Omegas in the village. His life was cursed the moment his mother gave birth to him. Fate dictated that Deku lead a life of submission to inevitably become an Alpha’s possession. So-called fate be damned! Deku decides to forge his own path in life leading him to a volatile dragon king with a fiery temper and a penchant for unnecessary arguments.

Chapter 4 of too many prompts; too little time by Ramabear (RyMagnatar)  ( M | 645 | 1 out of 7 )

god what fluff. gotta see a dentist after this one. disgusting. i love it.

this one is a strangers AU, non-hero world- as in, they don't know each other previously and there aren’t quirks. because thats how this one turned out ok? ok

i wish i may i wish i might by writedeku  ( T | 6,600 | 1/1 )

Katsuki grants wishes. There, he’s said it. No, he’s not a genie, or a fairy, or something you think you can just summon. He likes to think he’s the Room of Requirement, but like, for humans, and yes, okay, maybe he’s slightly bitter he can’t grant his own wishes, because that’s kind of bullshit.

(Or the AU where Katsuki grants wishes on the down low and meets Izuku, a lonely eighteen year old who wishes for a hug. Katsuki is quite smitten.)

Drinking Watermelon by warschach  ( E | 8,906 | 1/1 )

For whatever reason, maybe divine fate, Izuku turned and looked over his shoulder and waved to them.

Katsuki’s heart full on stopped right then, and his fingers forgot their duty on the rails, and his body neglected its job to keep Katsuki balanced.

Izuku’s summer sweet smile fell into concern as Katsuki went airborne and cracked his skull on the porch.

or Katsuki works as a camp counselor, and Izuku is a boy made of summer heat and sunlight.

Unseemly Beasts by MissLightBright  ( T | 24,493+ | 11/? )

Dragons. Destructive beasts tearing through everything in their path and deadly to anyone who opposes them. Midoriya has never seen a dragon, never planned to, but now he needs the help of one. He just... didn't want to kill one. Not if he could help it.

Reflections by Kreativekilljoy  ( M | 17,185+ | 7/10 )

Where hero Bakugou Katsuki keeps having impromptu encounters with officer Midoriya Izuku.

Chewed Up by warschach  ( E | 30,693 | 1/1 )

Zombie apocalypse, more than a third of the population currently dead or in the state of undead, and Katsuki still somehow managed to get his shit stolen by two chicks and Freckle boy.

Fuck this new generation.

Sucker Punch by warschach  ( E | 41,551 | 1/1 )

But, whatever, Disney Boy over there was—

Prettying up real damn good that Katsuki got kind of distracted—totally understandable, like god those CGI pine eyes—and didn’t see the straight path he made for the metal trash bin in the center of the area until he was tipping forward and waist deep in discarded bottles, plates, balled up tissues sticky with he prayed was chocolate ice cream and nacho cheese.

Mina howled behind the gate. “Look, Katsuki returned to his home.”

(or Katsuki works security at Six Flags and moonlights as a derby dude and continuously looks uncool around Izuku)

now with cool ass art by dollcedraws on tumblr

Subject 00626: Ground Zero by LordExplodo-Angst (QueerPinoy)  ( M | 43,530 | 27/27 )

In a world where Quirks are still new, it is imperative that mankind strives to understand them, a top priority, a scientific frontier like no other. At least, that’s what Dr. Midoriya thought when he chose his specification for his Human Biology degree years ago. He hadn’t questioned it until his residency at the Supernatural Ability Lab at Yuuei Institute of Research and joined the lab on Subject 00626: Ground Zero.

A most people are Quirkless, probably-unethical human experimentation AU

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Beyond Sea and Storm by Celestialgunfireopera  ( E | 38,734+ | 10/? )

Ancient curse, destined mates, kingdoms rise and fall, and through it all, two young men learning to love.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

[On Hiatus] Black, I Don't Have All Day! by HG_Wells  ( Not Rated | 28,402+ | 11/? )

On your 16th birthday words are imprinted on to your arm, they are known as 'The Words of Love'. These words are the first words your Soulmate will say to you in their own handwriting.

A 18 year old Izuku Midoriya has never gone out in search of his Soulmate, he chose to continue and work at the coffee shop he's lived at since the untimely death of his Mother and the newfound news that he is the son of Toshinori Yagi (aka All Might) who will one day pass his Quirk down to him. Though the only thing Izuku is concerned about right now is having the money to pay for his Father's next surgery.

A 19 year old Bakugou Katsuki has trained most of his life to become a Hero, and his training paid off. He wasn't a sidekick for very long, quickly moving up the ranks. He arrived at #2 Hero when he was 19, but after the retirement of All Might who suddenly seemed to disappear off the map, he rose to #1 and has yet to give up that place. He's never been interested in the concept of Soulmates and refuses to search for his own, thinking they'd just drag him down.

But one day, both of their lives will take a b-line in the same direction and they'll have to face it head on.

Eyes on Fire by glamour_weeb  ( E | 7,638+ | 2/? )

Izuku is the ruler of a peaceful city, a city that stands no chance against the Dread King Katsuki and his barbarian horde. In order to save his people, Izuku hatches a dangerous plan to seduce the King. What he does not know is that he is exactly what the Dread King Katsuki has been searching for this whole time.

Deku: Hero Lover by Synnie  ( E | 5,512 | 1/1 )

Stroke of Midnight is a hero run company that manufactures sex toys made from casts of the appendages of heroes.

Deku is a hero lover who posts videos of himself masturbating with said sex toys.

Ground Zero is a hero obsessed with said videos.

The Wolf by GreyDayMoon  ( E | 3,977 | 1/1 )

Izuku Midoriya had been outcasted by the village due to the mark on his body that fated him for disaster and connected him to a monster.

Katsuki is the alpha werewolf of a pack and finally about to hunt down his fated mate.

(Have mercy, my first smut piece)

Series Part 5 of AU's I'm Thinking of Expanding On Later

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Rape/Non-Con | Underage]

Sound Of You (With Me) by linkami1379  ( E | 8,068 | 1/1 )

Katsuki starts his second year at Yuuei High School like he started his first one: full of expletives, dedicated to becoming Number One, and friends with the shit-stain Eijirou. But a new student at Yuuei will tilt the axis of Katsuki's world, just a little.

Features Screamer!Katsuki and Speech Impediment!Izuku.

Also important side-character!Eijirou

[Underage]

Bird Of The Summer by lalazee  ( G | 1,556 | 1/1 )

Fill for a 'chance encounter prompt': Bakugou just moved into the beautiful countryside, in an old old house on a hill, near the forest. Midoriya is his closest neighbor. Bakugou knows this because Midoriya just fell out of the tree in his backyard.

A Fight To The Death by iknewaman  ( E | 10,366 | 1/1 )

Izuku isn’t competitive by nature, but when the blond, cocky asshole from the other table’s team gets involved he suddenly becomes hellbent on winning.

Rival Pub Quiz AU

Dear Fellow Traveler by Morpheel  ( E | 19,863+ | 4/? )

On the verge of completing a cure that would see to the end of many common ailments, Alchemist Izuku Midoriya grows desperate at the realization that he is missing a key ingredient to his brew.

However the blanket of night looms overhead, promising trouble to any who would dare venture out into the deadened woods at these hours. Many travelers have lost their lives braving the dangers of the forest, but it's a risk that Izuku must take, as the concoction would be unusable by the crack of dawn.

Yet the forest was never supposed to hold Werewolves.

Sorely unprepared for a run-in with the Alpha of a desperate pack, Izuku is captured, and held hostage within their ranks. In the midst of a clan afflicted with illness and death, Midoriya must survive the temperament of clan leader Bakugo Katuski, while attempting to find a cure for their affliction.

Easier said than done.

Series Part 1 of BNHA: Fantasy AU

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

[Abandoned] a railcar named desire by Ramabear (RyMagnatar)  ( E | 9,069 | 4/? )

Sometimes, on the train, Katsuki encounters a stranger who has the power to make his day incredible, just by the touch of his skin.

Every meeting, he feels drawn to the stranger, drawn to touch him, to hold him, to speak to him. And though it physically pains him to pull away, time and again, he always does.

Katsuki can't help himself and he doesn't want to ruin a good thing by trying to continue it off the train. Those moments they share are enough for him.

-------

Izuku tells himself, over and over, that what happens on the train stays on the train and if it happens only on the train then it isn't a problem at all.

-------

It turns out, they're both very, very wrong.

How To Live With A Dragon by chancellorxofxtrash (PhoebeMurdivine)  ( T | 2,324 | 1/1 )

“Come with me, then. If you can keep up with me, that is, stupid boy. I bet you will die halfway before we even get there!” They were about the same age, but the cocky voice and the challenge in the red eyes spurred the young boy of the castle to act.

I Like Me Better When I'm With You by Kenmai  ( T | 38,279+ | 17/? )

Midoriya thought that he’d finally started to get his life together after moving out of his moms house. He had a decent sized apartment, he had a steady part time job and his college classes were, well ok. Shit hits the fan when he accidentally spills coffee on a customer at work though, who also happens to be his new neighbor? He’ll never live this down.

Or a mess of Bakugou and Midoriya slowly getting together through tons of movie nights, 3am food runs, work visits, hanging out with friends, meeting each others parents, lots of awkward misunderstandings and shitting on each others cooking skills. It's a wild ride that works out...- -Somehow.

be my good luck charm by writedeku  ( T | 6,785 | 1/1 )

See, the thing is, Midoriya Izuku had been born with a curse. It’s not a curse that’s particularly visible. He doesn’t have horns, or a tortured face, and it’s not the kind of silly curse like a friend of his had way down south in Diagnor, wherein the girl had been born without the ability to say the word duck. Midoriya Izuku is just extremely unlucky.

(Or the AU in which Izuku's the world's unluckiest travelling merchant, and Katsuki is someone who may be able to help him. For a price, that is.)

As You Wish by Kira_Elric  ( E | 16,087+ | 9/? )

Fantasy AU based on the second popularity poll outfits. Started out as small drabbles for art on tumblr.

- Lost in his work and in need of supplies Alchemist, Izuku Midoriya, enters the Forest of Fire. It is said that any who enter never return, but Izuku is stubborn and a mere rumor isn't about to stop him, but an unexpected encounter might end up changing his life forever.

Juggernaut by warschach  ( E | 14,625+ | 3/? )

What had four legs, a tail, fur all over, and went 'woof woof' in the dead of night?

Katsuki's soulmate, Izuku Midoriya, the werewolf.

Which is funny-if you're fucked up in the head and you're going to get real fast why Katsuki was a special Frosted Flakes brand of 'fucked'- because Katsuki's profession clocked out monsters' time card early.

It should be fine.

Narrator: It was, in fact, not fine.

(or Katsuki meets his soulmate at the worst time and under the worst circumstances, tries to deny his feelings while battling monsters, attending class-yea,no-, and trying to piece together the giant gaps in his past. so adulthood except everything does want to kill him.)

[Graphic Depictions of Violence | Underage]

[Abandoned] A Different Ending by checkeredbow  ( G | 26,253 | 8/? )

The story of a village that lives next door to a pack of wolves.

A Place Called Home by Anonymous ( E | 3,182+ | 4/? )

"It's okay now, we're your new family. We won't ever hurt you."

[Abandoned] Because You Were There by katsudekuhc  ( T | 9,048 | 2/? )

Izuku is trying his best to keep the new, cool, handsome, student Katsuki off of his mind, though he isn't having much luck. Katsuki continues to approach, and sweet talk to the poor freckled boy despite his efforts to push him away. Katsuki claims he'll stop at nothing, to get Izuku's attention.

Though Izuku knows that will only cause harm to both of them... Their lives can't be just a simple fairy tale

[Abuse | Bullying]

Lights. Camera. Hero! by brichibi  ( E | 14,846+ | 4/? )

If there’s one thing Izuku Midoriya’s good at, it’s dreaming big, and dreaming hard. That’s why he’s in Hollywood, of all places, his hometown an entire ocean away along with his graduating high school class and single mother. But he’s gonna be an actor, an international sensation, a superstar like no other.

He just.

Has to convince the rest of the world.

Which is, admittedly, a difficult task.

[AU where "My Hero Academia" is an upcoming television series, everyone's an actor/actress, and romance happens behind the scenes]

Deku's Diner by imperativa  ( M | 3,090+ | 2/? )

Katsuki meets this adorable dork at a stupid café that Shouto drags him to. And after getting to know the dweeb, it turns out the little nerd is a huge Ground Zero fanboy. This could be very fun or very, very weird.

The Devil Blues by iknewaman  ( E | 26,552+ | 7/11 )

The 78th precinct's police captain, Toshinori Yagi, has volunteerd his squad to help implement the mayor's wish of increasing the successful cooperation between the city police and active Pro-Heroes. Each detective is to be assigned a Pro-Hero who will shadow them for two weeks, and the operation has been dubbed the 'Station Cooperation Operation'.

Although it is not well-received by those involved, Izuku Midoriya, current detective at the 78th precinct and loyal follower of captain Toshinori's ideals, believes that the operation will be a success. If his captain says it will succeed, there isn't a doubt in Izuku's mind that it will.

That is until he meets his assigned Pro-Hero.

to you, on the other side of the screen by stars_go_dim  ( T | 16,138+ | 5/? )

Bakugou is a popular YouTuber when he suddenly stumbles upon Midoriya’s makeup channel. But why is he so interested in some random kid he found on YouTube?

or alternatively

that YouTube au nobody asked for

The Offering by Bakuholic  ( T | 3,724+ | 2/? )

Every year, an offering is given to the dragon race as a trade off for the dragons' protection. This year, Izuku Midoriya is the human offering.

He trembles at the very thought of his death being by the claws of a dragon. However, his expectations of his future seem to turn when an ash blonde alpha dragon begins to grow fond of him and adds him to his hoard of treasure.

(I"m not good at summaries it seems)

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

[Abandoned] A world to fit us both by soulstring  ( T | 18,464 | 3/? )

Izuku has always dreamed of being knight and despite the hard times and the lengths he has gone through to become one, he has never let despondency consume his resolution. Fate, however, couldn't care less about it and has other plans when it shoves an uncontainable force of nature right in front of him. If it will open a path for him or block it altogether, Izuku has to yet to find out.

A story in which Izuku goes into a life-changing journey to find himself, and perhaps, a piece he didn't know he was missing.

2,645 Miles by mynameis152  ( M | 61,709+ | 18/? )

Izuku is a good boy, Katsuki isn't.

Izuku is trying to face his problems head on, Katsuki is running away from his.

And on a high-stakes, cross-country road trip involving four fugitives, two oblivious tag-a-longs, a police task force, and a high risk crime ring, both Izuku and Katsuki will find not what they wanted, but what they needed.

[Graphic Depictions of Violence]

Dragon's Pearl by AsmodeusDenizen  ( M | 14,820+ | 9/? )

Midoriya is the only one in his village, and probably kingdom, who hasn't been born with magic. Because of this, he is shunned by all but his master Toshinori. Right up until Toshinori dies and his village is struck by a disaster that could wipe them out.

Deep In My Senses I Know by Daiako (Achrya)  ( M | 13,072+ | 3/35 )

When war broke out Izuku never considered not enlisting, even though it meant breaking the law and passing himself as a beta. But when he's found out everything falls apart and he finds himself forced to make a choice: suffer the consequences, along with everyone who helped him, or agree to marry the so called Bakugou Beast. Katsuki is a reclusive, violent Marquis who is very much not the man he was before being a prisoner of war for six months and wears all of his scars on the inside.

The choice seems like an easy one but, with the fates of everyone he loves hanging over him, Katsuki refusing to even attempt to get along, and someone out to make sure the Bakugou line ends with Izuku's new husband, it turns out to be his greatest challenge yet.

Bound to You by Magefeathers  ( T | 5,751 | 1/1 )

There were a few moments of nothing but the static, and Izuku feared that maybe the demon had disconnected after all. But then the voice spoke again, and this time it was flat, listless, without any of the anger and fire Izuku had come to expect from it.

“I exist to destroy you, Midoriya Izuku,” he repeated. When he continued his voice was bitter, and almost sad. “I’m bound to you. I am going to steal your breath from you, because that’s the only way for me to be free. Sooner or later, one way or another, I willdestroy you.”

learning curve by calcidekudine (calciseptine)  ( T | 1,719 | 1/1 )

The first thing Katsuki notices about Model 8 is his waist.

#BakuDeku #KatsuDeku #BNHA #Masterlist #bkdkfl masterlist #w:violence #w:rape #w:underage #t:pa #t:ptsd #w:mcd #t:abuse #t:bullying #g:au #rs:s2l #rs:1stmeet #long post #curator ellie

[unofferable-fic]

THE ADVENTURES OF STEVE AND TRYING TOO HARD — ONESHOT

Summary: In an ideal universe where Loki and Ellie find themselves living happily in the Avengers Compound, Bucky Barnes presents us with the reasons why a certain super soldier can’t help but be enamoured by the young woman, but also elaborates as to why it is an absolutely terrible idea.

Gif originally found here

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Set Post Thor Ragnarok (Infinity War never happened because I said so!)

Pairing: Loki x OFC

Warnings: Language, Steve getting mercilessly teased, hopefully excessive humour.

Word Count: 3,253

Playlist: “Still Into You” — Paramore, “Hard Times” — Paramore

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A/N: Also available on AO3. The idea for this oneshot came about through a conversation I had with a close friend with regards how the other Avengers would get on with Ellie if they were to ever meet within the Unofferable universe. As it was, my friend was convinced that Steve Rogers would have the hots for Ellie, but I suppose we couldn’t really blame him right? This is pure humour, crack, banter between pals, with a little bit of Loki and Ellie thrown in, but hopefully y’all enjoy it either way. For the purpose of this oneshot, let’s just imagine that Ellie has been living on Earth since TDW with no idea that Loki was still alive, alrighty? And THANK YOU FOR 300 FOLLOWERS! You’s are a delight to write for and thanks for sticking with me <3

If there was one thing Bucky couldn’t fault Steve for, it was for trying.

Incessantly.

And if there was one person Steve could not stop trying to get the attention of, it was Ellie.

He saw the way the Super Soldier eyed the young woman when he thought no one was looking. Heck, you would have to be blind not to see it — even then, Bucky questioned whether someone who was visually impaired wouldn’t notice the constant pining. To him, and most of the team, it was as plain as day. This was, however, an awful idea for two reasons:

One, Ellie was still completely infatuated with her former lover, Loki, also known as the God of fucking Mischief, no matter how she might deny it given recent events.

And two, it didn’t seem like Steve was her type. At All.

Bucky couldn’t fault her for that. After all, being attracted to someone of the desirable sex was all down to uncontrollable personal preference. He loved Steve more than anyone, but if she saw his friend as nothing more than just that, he wasn’t going to argue. As long as she wasn’t a bitch about it, he would leave her to whatever men she wanted to actually date. She seemed to enjoy flirting with Bucky more than even attempting to reciprocate Steve’s advances. At least Bucky knew that she was merely joking with him, given the nature of how their friendship had blossomed after he was taken out of cryo. He enjoyed her company immensely, and it was refreshing to be around someone who was aware of his struggles while also avoiding treating him like he was made of glass.

Since Thor and Loki had returned to Earth, after what was apparently the destruction of their home world — planet, realm? I ain’t got no fuckin’ clue —  things in the compound had been tense. Bucky was not surprised when Ellie placed a cracking slap on the very-much-alive-Loki’s cheek. He whistled at the sight, while the god tried his best to smile at her while she verbally destroyed him for faking his death again. Having heard all about their relationship, Bucky understood her anger and frustration. You couldn’t help but sympathise with her when she stormed out of the room to cool off. It was sometime before she was willing to stay in the same room as him, but the insistence of pressing missions and requests for the Avengers’ assistance meant she would have to adjust to the new team member faster than she had hoped. Eventually, they were on — albeit, tense — speaking terms. Now that he saw them together, it was clear that they shared a deep bond spanning years. They were alike in mannerisms and habits, and Bucky usually watched them intently when they were in close quarters; they spent a great deal of time staring at the other when their back was turned. Bucky was getting impatient as to when they would stop being so stubborn and just admit they still loved each other.

Of course, Steve, the punk, saw this as his window of opportunity to declare his feelings for her. The day he approached Bucky for advice in the kitchen nearly left the latter crying in amusement.

“Ya wanna what?” he asked the Captain, wiping the tears from his cheeks as he sat at the counter eating a massive bowl of cereal.

Steve glared at him and pursed his lips together. “Jesus, Buck. There’s no need to be an ass about it.”

“No, no, no, ’m sorry. Just…explain that again.”

With a roll of his eyes, Steve repeated himself. “I want to ask Ellie out to dinner. Or maybe coffee, if she’d prefer that. Like a date.”

“You want to ask Ellie out on a date?”

“Yes.”

Bucky paused, holding back his grin. “Ah, I think ya might be punchin’ above your weight there, Stevie.”

Steve’s face fell immediately. “What do you mean?”

Frowning in his seat, the Winter Soldier let out a sigh and set down his spoon in the bowl. “Judgin’ by her relationship history, she seems to have a kinda…particular taste. And high end taste, at that.”

“You saying I’m not high end?”

“Nah, punk. I’m sayin’ that she was so deeply involved with Loki. Plus, it’s obvious he still loves her and that she loves him, if ya ask me. I mean…he’s basically a god. Maybe you shoulda sat this one out, pal.”

“If they loved each other, would they not just talk it out and get back together?” he asked, apparently not entirely convinced by his reasoning.

“I don’t think their situation is as easily put as that, even though I think they should just bite the bullet and talk about it.”

Steve shrugged, doing nothing to mask his dejected expression at the thought of Ellie not reciprocating his feelings. “Alright, that’s fair to say. But I really like her, Buck. What’s to say that maybe she likes me too? We get on pretty well.”

“I know ya do, but Loki would probably try to kill ya if you went anywhere near her and you know it. He has superpowers and shit. Don’t mess with magic, Steve.”

“Awh, c’mon—”

“D’ya see how he shoots energy from his hands? That’s fuckin’ cool. Ya can’t do that.”

“I know but—”

“He’d end ya in two seconds flat. Give up before you begin, that’s my advice. ’Ve got fifty bucks on Loki anyway; twenty that she’s gonna slap ya ’round like a rag doll.”

“Why would Ellie do—?”

“Ya got no hope, Steve. Punchin’ way above your weight here.”

“Okay, Bucky! I see your point!”

The former assassin did his best to hold back a grin. He loved to tease his best friend when the opportunity arose, so this occasion was no different. “’M not sure ya do. Lemme explain, okay, pal?”

“Oh, this should be good,” Steve said dryly and sat down on a stool next to him. “Well? Out with it.”

“Well, you’re punchin’ above your weight here, number one, ’cause that guy is a literal god or some shit, and, number two, she’s too hot for you anyway. ‘Ve a better chance with a dame like that.”

The Captain’s face was anything but amused, his eyes now narrowed and lips pursed tightly. “Of course, Bucky.”

Bucky shrugged casually and went back to eating his previously abandoned cornflakes. “I ain’t wrong!”

“Something tells me that you’re talking shit, punk,” Steve grunted and rubbed a hand over the back of his neck. “Your advice has been anything but helpful.”

“You came to me for advice,” he replied. “’S not my problem if you think it’s harsh. I’m just tryin’ to look out for ya. I don’t think it would end well.”

“What wouldn’t end well?” an unmistakable voice called from the other side of the room. The super soldiers turned to see Tony strolling towards them.

“Awh, Jesus,” Steve groaned under his breath. “Anyone but him…”

Without hesitation, Bucky explained the situation. “Steve wants to ask Ellie out on a date because he thinks she pretty.”

Steve’s gaze immediately shot to his (now former) best friend. “Bucky?! What the hell—!?”

“Oh,” Tony whistled with a cringe on his face and made his way over to the presses. “Damn, Cap. That’s a terrible idea.”

“Why?” he demanded, distraught. “And why are you making that face?”

“It’s a terrible idea because there is a certain demigod in your way,” he stated simply as he grabbed a mug for some coffee. “Loki would sooner tear you in half then let your big muscly-self get anywhere near his beloved. And I’ll have you know that this is the face I make when I hear a very stupid idea.”

“Have ya forgotten he threw Stark outta window before?”

“You weren’t even there when that happened!”

“That’s irrelevant.”

“Not really!”

“Alright,” Tony cut in, waving his free hand while he poured coffee into his mug with the other. “We’re getting sidetracked.”

Bucky nodded in agreement. “The main point we’re tryin’ to make is that ya definitely shouldn’t be chasin’ after Loki’s girl, even if you guys are close. While what I said about her likin’ me instead of you was meant to kinda annoy ya, I also meant it in terms of her taste in guys.”

As Bucky was expressing his thoughts, Tony stood there umm-hmming along and blowing on his hot beverage. “I’m with Sergeant Plum on this one, Cap. Punching way above your weight. Plus, last time you fought Loki, he slapped you silly until I showed up to save the day.”

Captain America stood there and scoffed aloud with the biggest pout on his face. “I hate all of you.”

“No you don’t; you love us.”

Steve looked positively horrified as Tony made a kissy face at him, and Bucky nearly choked on his cereal as he laughed. “How old are you, Tony?”

The billionaire was quick to gasp in mock hurt. “That is a very impolite question so I will not dignify it with an answer. Also, Barnes is right; he would have a better chance with her. You’re too…blonde, or something. Too morally righteous! You need to break the rules a little! Be spontaneous!”

“Unpredictable!” Bucky added excitedly.

Tony clicked his fingers and continued on. “If you plan to compete with the God of Mischief, obviously! Reindeer Games is always doing spontaneous stuff.”

“He’s probably the most spontaneous guy here.”

“Oh, and dye your hair. Get a beard!” Tony paused thoughtfully, took a quick sip of his coffee, and then explained further. “Basically, become Barnes in terms of looks, and Loki in terms of attitude. Got it? That way you’ll be set!” Steve was about to reply, but was overshadowed by more of his friend’s quick thinking. “Although she still might choose Loki ’cause, you know, history and stuff.” He shrugged. “Can’t compete with that.”

“Tony’s got a point,” Bucky confirmed. “You’re competin’ with someone she basically grew up with…on another planet… While you were frozen in some ice.” He hesitated for a few seconds then nodded his head firmly and met his old friend’s eyes. “Maybe ya should just sit down, Stevie.”

“It’s over, Rogers,” Tony agreed and gave the man a sympathetic pat on the shoulder. “You tried but it was never going to work out.”

“What?” Steve exclaimed, looking between the pair completely stunned. “But I didn’t even get to try yet!”

“You tried your best,” Bucky went on, ignoring his outburst. “But she just wasn’t into ya.”

“Just hold on a minute,” he grumbled, using his Captain’s voice to shut them up. “I’m not afraid of Loki, okay? He has no say over who she decides she wants to go on dates with. He doesn’t own her.”

Tony raised a brow and casually leaned against the counter behind him. “Uh, it’s not just Loki you have to worry about.”

“What do you mean?”

“You forgot about the shippers.”

“Awh Jesus, Tony…”

“The who?” Bucky asked, realising that he was missing something important. “I don’t follow.”

“The shippers,” Tony repeated, his face quite relaxed. “It’s a name given to fans who really love two characters together as a couple. They say that they ‘ship them’. And when they have a favourite ship — let’s say Ellie and Loki — they mix their names together to make the ship name. In this case, it’s Lollie, which is sickeningly adorable. Loki plus Ellie makes Lollie. You get it?”

“Kinda,” Bucky replied, scratching his bearded jaw. “And they do this for all different characters?”

“You bet they do! My personal favourite is the ship name for Pepper and I; Pepperony. It’s genius.”

“Oh, that is pretty clever! So, hypothetically, Steve and Ellie would make…Stellie?”

“Eww,” Tony gasped as a shudder ran through him. “It sounds unnatural.”

“Okay,” Steve grabbed their attention, finding it hard to keep himself calm. “You two are getting distracted again. Why should I be worried about the shippers?”

Tony looked at him in mild disbelief. “Are you joking? They would not approve at all! Do you have any idea how loyal the Lollie shippers are?”

“I’m assuming very?”

“Very.”

Steve sighed heavily. “Alright but I don’t exactly care about the opinion of these people. Let them be disappointed. Is the main concern here not Ellie and I being happy?”

“Look, nobody likes disappointing shippers. You could always just veer towards another pairing—”

“I’ve already told you, I’m not gay, Tony.”

“Well I hope you’re happy disappointing all the Stucky and Stony shippers.”

Bucky leaned back in his chair, his eyes narrowing. Did he just fuckin’ say…

“Did you just smash our names together?” he asked Tony, pointing between himself and Steve. “In one’a those ship name things?”

Tony nodded. “Yeah, some of them are into the idea of you two bumping uglies.”

“Pfft, no way. He’s not my type; way too needy.”

“Did you just call me needy, jerk?”

“I’m just sayin’ what we’re all thinkin’, punk.”

“See?” Tony insisted, waving his free hand between them. “It’s playful banter like that that makes people ship you two beefcakes.”

“Look, Tony,” Steve began slowly, doing his best to regain some amount of control over the conversation. “I see the points you’ve both made, but I think I’m just going to ask Ellie myself and see what she says.”

“Ask Ellie what, Captain?”

All three of the men froze mid-conversation at the sound of another person’s voice joining in. Bucky slowly turned his head to see the God of Mischief himself standing in the  doorway of the kitchen. His face was completely blank, not giving away any ounce of emotion, and all this did was make the Winter Soldier unsure as to whether he had heard much of the conversation.

“Uh,” Steve drawled, looking very much like a cornered animal. Bucky had to hold back a grin at his previous statement of not being afraid of Loki. “I j-just was going to ask Ellie if she wanted to, eh, go for a…run later.”

“Fuckin’ hell,” Bucky mumbled under his breath and withheld the urge to facepalm. Steve was always a terrible liar.

Loki, looking completely stone faced, walked slowly into the kitchen and replied. “I see.”

“How are you two doing, actually?” Tony asked, watching as the demigod opened the fridge and pulled out an apple. “You and Ellie? Still having trouble in paradise?”

“There is no trouble, Stark.”

“Uh, not to be the bearer of bad news, but have you forgotten that wicked handprint she left on your chiselled cheek?”

“I think that is of little relevance,” he shrugged and sat at the counter across from Bucky and Steve with his apple and a knife in hand. “Women do that to me frequently.”

“Didn’t ya also get a slap off the Hulk?” Bucky asked as he finished his own food

“Banner hits a little harder than Ellie,” Loki answered, cringing slightly at the memory. “I find that when she hits me it is a lot more…pleasurable.”

Steve’s eyes nearly fell out of his head at that. “What the fu—”

“So you two are…” Tony set down is mug and made a circle with his index finger and thumb before repeatedly putting his other index finger through. “Gettin’ some again?”

Loki stared back, expression unreadable. “I beg your pardon?”

“Never mind. What I mean is, let’s say someone were to — oh, I don’t know — ask her out, let’s say on an intimate get-together. We call that kinda thing a date here on Earth. What would you do if someone asked Ellie out on a date?”

All three men looked at Loki intently, gauging his reaction in a way that Bucky was aware probably made it very obvious that someone did in fact want to ask Ellie out. Alas, they sat expectantly and the Trickster picked up his apple and began slowly carving slices as he spoke. “If someone were to seek out the little one and ask to court her, I can assure you that he would not get within ten feet of her before I were to slit his throat with this knife, Captain.”

As if to drive his point home further, Loki stabbed the knife down through the apple’s core and suddenly levelled his gaze on a very stunned Steve. The silence in the room was deafening for some time.

“It as nice knowing you, Cap,” Tony said in a rush, patted his shoulder, then hurried out of the room as quickly as possible with coffee in hand.

The two super soldiers were staring at the god in disbelief, a sweat very clearly beginning to break out on Steve’s forehead.

“Do you think me an idiot?” Loki hissed, green eyes boring into him.

“Eh…no.”

“I did warn ya,” Bucky mumbled, awkwardly sitting there with his bowl in his grasp.

“Hey, guys.”

The sight of the subject of their conversation walking into the kitchen caused Bucky to let out a relieved sigh. Ellie walked up to the counter and assessed them all. “Jesus, what’s goin’ on in here? You’s look a bit tense.”

“We’re just talkin’ about…women,” Bucky explained while the other two glared at each other. “Ya know how guys get about women! Anyway, what brings ya to this side of the compound?”

Ellie nodded slowly, clearly not convinced in the slightest, but avoided the subject anyway. “I was lookin’ for Loki, actually. Tony said you were in here.”

“Yes, love?” he answered, grinning in delight.

“I was comin’ to get you so we could watch some more Black Mirror. Are you good to go?”

“Of course.” He got to his feet and handed her a slice of apple which she took happily. “Lead the way.”

Before they could get anywhere near the door, Steve bit the bullet and called out. “Hey, uh, Ellie?”

Bucky was quick to intervene with a hushed, “Steve—”

“What’s up?” Ellie asked, standing in front of Loki and unaware of the look of complete distain her former lover (possibly current? Who fuckin’ knows…) was sending the Captain.

“Any chance you might want to, uh, get a cup of coffee together later? I’d love to talk more about that book we were discussing before.”

The young woman showed no obvious signs of surprise, but Bucky knew that she became a master of hiding her emotions because she learned from the best. Even still, it took her a few seconds to answer. “Sorry, Steve. I promised I’d watch telly with Loki tonight. Maybe another time soon though? ”

He smiled slightly and nodded. “Sure, have a good night.”

With that, the pair left the room and left Steve and Bucky sitting at the counter alone once more.

“Sorry, pal,” Bucky said sympathetically after a moment.

His friend met his gaze and answered. “What?”

“I know ya liked her a lot. It’s never nice gettin’ rejected.”

Steve was the picture of confusion. “What are you talking about, Buck? I didn’t get rejected.”

Bucky’s eyes went wide at his statement. “Yes, ya did. Did ya just fail to notice that she said no?”

“Actually, she said ‘another time’. That’s not an outright no. There’s still a chance!”

“Oh my god,” Bucky sighed and held his head in his hands. “You’re really not helpin’ the blonde beefcake stereotype, ya know that?”

Steve let out a chuckle at that and shook his head. “Shut up, jerk.”

“Not a chance, punk.”

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[jucles]

whats crackin kiddos im doc, usin est bc a bitch just graduated high school and is back in ny !! he/him or they/them idrc 

「 LUKE HEMMINGS, CISMALE, TWENTY FOUR, RISE AGAINST. 」┈ did you read that latest viral gossip issue on JULES MOROZOV?  he is the BASSIST in RENEGADE, one of my favorite HARDCORE PUNK groups. they’ve been releasing music for FIVE YEARS now, but viral gossip has only been talking about them for the last MONTH. get this, i think i heard HIS MOTHERS HOSPITAL BILLS ARE BEING SUPPORTED BY NARCOTIC DEALS. they’re known as the COZENER of the music industry, since they have a rep for being DOUGHTY but BRAZEN, but who knows. maybe that will change once they become #1.  

his mother was born in penza, russia but moved to the states a month or two before he was born so he knows none to none about his culture other than little lullabies and slang from his mother.

she made sure to keep her home-country with her though, by naming her only son konstantin much to your boys dismay aksd;ljf he goes by jules though bc whos got the time ://

his mother was diagnosed with a chronic lung disease ( copd ) when he was seventeen & resides in a small hospital under ‘life support’. he visits her weekly and makes sure she’s being tended to by selling narcotics ( or himself ) on the side despite his public career.

the thing that saved him at first was his boys and their band. he wasn't a good bassist at the beginning lmfao he was actually pure shit, but he worked at it bc his mother kept a few instruments his father ( trash ) used when he was in a small group that never really got anywhere but anyways look where we @ now

long story short w all them bills he owes the equivalent of student debt and couldnt rlly think of anything else other than selling on the skreets in order to pay it all off ://

when he's at his second 'job' he usually racks up two hundred a night + depending on what he’s selling & whoever is feeling giving at the moment. when hes rlly desperate he goes lower than what can save him.

appearance wise he’s usually all rumpled up w finger shaped bruises around his throat and hair lookin like a million people ran their fingers thru it. his particular scent is of cigarettes and heavy cologne !!

ink for days. ’elegance’ in small cursive above his left eyebrow. a subtle dagger through a detailed scorpion @ the side of his head which is why he gets undercuts. ‘fuck it’ on his inner right thigh ( nsfw lmfao )

you’d think he’s the type 2 wear black skinnies & cut off shirts but plot twist my kid wears those big ass stone island coats nd annoyingly expensive shades cos y not flaunt the things u worked so h*rd for

his style inspo is drake tbh what a Joke

although he doesn’t have a quick temper he does have a high propensity for fighting. he’s usually the one to start them, but not often the one to finish them

when he’s not lookin for adrenaline to get off to, he’s somewhere in his ugly ass backyard tuning up his bass cos hes a hoe for preparing the day before any set even tho he always shows up late to tha gigs !!

hes not nice but hes not rude either tbh its just honesty is the best policy if he thinks something is boring then [joanne the scammer vc] its over . Thats Cancelled .

deep down ur boy is a clown & p chill apart from the fact that he’ll do anything to gain the upperhand even if it means destroying lives nd being fake about it. <3

this bitch is mean but got a big heart tho but yah this bitch is mean

he lives in a cozy (aka nice word for small nd cheap af) apartment where hes up @ a semi early time (2pm) outside smokin a joint, lit nd droopy eyed wit a dopey smirk just enjoying the scenery nd blasting garbage music from his complex. 

like i was sayin earlier tho he has has cheap bleach blonde hair that im prolly gonna make him shave to a buzzcut tbh. his eyes are a solid hazel and his skin is tanned w dark bags under his lids. sunburnt cheeks bc hes usually out n about … . being a hard worker ((((: . a small but deep scar underneath his right eye. he’s also got a hoop in his cartilage with his septum pierced but he hardly wears that one.

here 4 the drama so lmk if u wanna get rekt n plot w a two faced gemini (((: im currently listening to 20 playlists by rise against bc im fake n have never listened to them in my life so sakfjd  !!

#⁽ ∣∎∙ₓ— ᵏᶦᵐ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶜᵒᶫᶫᶦᶰ ʳᵘᶰ ᶦᶰ ʰᵉʳᵉ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶜᵒᵐᵉ ᵍᵉᵗ ʸᵃᶫᶫ ʲᵘᶦᶜᵉ ' ₎ OOC. #we love being unoriginal and bringing old muses back from the dead (-: !! #drug tw #viral:intro

[stanathieluris]

The night Richie Tozier almost died

summary: in an attempt to cheer up Bev, Richie takes her and Stan to the roof during a house-party and things get Emotional.

author’s notes: characters are aged up (17/18 years old)

warnings: underage drinking, swearing

this took me an embarrasing amount of time to write i am so sorry... anyway, as i said before, english is not my first language so my writing can sound kinda off. if you squint you might see a bit of stenborough. enjoy! like! reblog! comments and feedback is v welcomed!

read part one here where Eddie blabbers about Richie and Bill is just #done with his oblivious friend

At exactly 1:47 a.m. of a very warm May friday night, Richie Tozier almost died.

And while he loved to tell the story in such a dramatic way, starting it with the sentence “Hey guys remember the party I almost died?”, the events didn’t happen in such manner.

The whole ordeal started when he saw his best friend, Beverly Marsh, crying in the kitchen floor of some kid that didn’t even like him or his friends. To be completely honest, they had crashed the party, being that the only way they had managed to get in any the past year.

The girl wasn’t bawling, but Richie knew her enough to know when something wasn't entirely okay with his fiery partner in crime.

“Bev, hey Bev, you okay there?” he asked, crouching so he could meet her eyes. Her face was buried on her hands, and despite the havoc wrecking around them, Richie could hear her sobbing.

“Beverly” he insisted, grabbing her hands gently. The girl looked at him with her translucent blue eyes, red-tinted and stained with black eyeliner “Hey, hey, Bevvie, girl, dude, buddy, you okay?”.

“Yeah, yeah” she mutters “It’s just, I was with Stan and he left to get… I don’t even fucking remember where he went… And I was alone and Greta and her fucking bitches came up to me and, shit, I know I shouldn’t let them get to me, but they were saying bad thing about you guys too and I just-”.

“Hey, Marsh, list- no listen” Richie interrupted the nervous blabbering of his friend “I know it fucking sucks letting Greta get to you, but don’t worry, you can’t help it if she’s a dumbass”.

Bev chuckled and freed one of her hands to wipe the tears from her eyes, smearing the black eyeliner even more, yet smiling.

“Tell you what, I brought my mom’s flask, wanna find Stan, sneak onto the roof, take some shots and talk some shit about them?” he asked with a half smile.

“You always know the way to my heart Trashmouth” Bev chuckled.

“Then let's go find Uris, Marshmallow” he said, standing up and offering the girl his han.

Bev rolled her eyes at the nickname, but smiled and took it.

"Fucking top that Uris!".

Bev had downed her fourth shot and looked straight into Stan's eyes. She drunk-giggled as she dropped onto the roof, sprawled, next to Richie.

"Way to fucking go Marsh!" the Trashmouth cheered, putting his arm around her shoulders and clearly not in a better state than the girl. He was the one who had taken the most shots out of the three of them, but, in Stan's words 'it isn't fun if you aren't a shitty lightweight like me'.

"Gimme that Beverly" Stan snached the flask, halfway through already, and took a long sip. The rum burned his throat but he didn't care.

"So" Bev started, dropping her head onto Richie’s lap "who are we dissing tonight?".

It was very common for the three of them, whenever they hanged out to gossip and complain about all the people who either bullied them or were straight up dumbasses at Derry High School. And the list wasn't by any means short.

"Oh my god let me start" Stan said, sitting cross-legged gracefully in front of his friends. Richie was surprised his friend still had that panache and flourished movements even when drunk.

"Spill! Spill! Spill!" Bev chanted, her face all smile and giggles. Richie was glad she wasn't crying anymore, he didn’t like when she had to go through stuff like that by herself.

"Remember Tommy whatshisname? Big dude, baseball team, blond hair?".

"Larson?" Richie asked

"Straight as a nail?" Bev added.

Stan snapped his fingers "Bingo. Well, guess who Bill caught staring at his ass last practice?".

"Oh my god" Bev laughed, almost delighted "Oh my God! Shut up".

"No fucking way" Richie exclaimed, joining the fit of laughter of the girl.

"Are you sure that Bill wasn't imagining things?" Bev asked, her words slurring.

"Who the fuck said I was done Beverly?" Stan smirked at his two friends.

"Drop the full name Stanley" she bit back. He winked at her.

"I also told Bill that he might be imagining things. I mean" he scoffed "you are in a locker room, it's a small space, full of boys, changing clothes, showering, ..." he drifted off, a light blush creeping on his cheeks.

"Uris! Focus!" Richie exclaimed, snapping his fingers and bringing him back to the real world “Holy fucking shit, I forgot how gay you get thinking about the baseball team".

"Not the whole baseball team" Bev smirked.

“Shut the fuck up you asshats” Stan brushed them off, but the blush from his face didn’t fade.

“Oh my god Rich, he’s blushing a fuck lot”.

“He indeed is my fair lady” the Trashmouth laughed, his fake cockney accent coming out slurred and disastrous.

“Whatever, I won’t tell you the end of the story then” Stan mumbled “It kinda concerns you Tozier”.

“Please tell me Larson asked for Richie’s number” Bev smiled widely.

Richie started to laugh, rolling on his side, his body approaching the edge of the roof precariously.

“I mean” Bev liked the little devious smile on Stans face as he talked “he asked Bill for a number, but not Richie’s”

The other boy lifted his head to look at his friend in the eyes, but before the Trashmouth could ask anything, Stan spoke.

“He asked for Eddie’s”.

Everything happened quite fast. One moment Richie was laying on the roof and the next he was standing up. Sort of. The alcohol had payed his toll on him and although he managed to get on his feet at the speed of light, he lost his balance and tilted backwards over the edge of the roof. His stomach flipped as he felt gravity pulling him backwards, but thankfully, two pairs of hands fell on him, Bev’s at his knees and Stan’s grabbing his hoodie.

“Fucking ass!” Stan bellowed, pulling him forward.

Richie fell on top of the other boy, and the both of them stumbled onto Bev, forming a very awkward pile.

“Tozier what the actual fuck!” Stan exclaimed.

“Holy shit don’t need to scream on my ear Uris”.

“You deserve it! For being a clumsy asshat!”.

“Richie what the hell! You could’ve fallen off the fucking roof”. Bev said, shoving the two boys off of her.

“Yeah dude, what’s gotten into you?” Stan asked, knowing the answer already.

Richie dumbly opened his mouth, closed it and opened again, but he was unable to give a direct answer.

“Did Bill gave Tommy Eddie’s number” Richie asked innocently. Was the night getting hotter or it was just him?

“Tozier, your crush is showing” Bev laughed, her worried expression long gone.

“What?! Me? A crush? On Eddie Spaghetti out of all people?” he scoffed, the red tint of his cheeks becoming more prominent. Yep, definitely just him. “What are blabbering about? I don’t have a crush on him? Why would I?”.

Bev and Stan gave Richie amused looks as he sputtered a cascade of excuses, but he realised his attempts to deny his feelings towards the hypochondriac were fruitless. He groaned and dropped backwards, still too close to the edge of the roof.

“C’mon Rich, you seriously can’t believe that we, out of all the Losers, wouldn’t notice” Bev said rolling her eyes.

“Not like the rest haven’t figured it out” Stan muttered. Bev smacked him in the back of the head “Jeez Bev”.

“And here I thought I was being sneaky” Richie sighed.

“Yeeeeah, people usually don’t gush about their best friend like you do” Stan laughed.

“Or look at him from the distance like he has hung all the stars in the sky” Bev added.

“Or sigh oh-so-dreamy in class staring at him”.

“Or, you know, stare at his ass like, all the time”.

“Or…”

“Okay!” Richie exclaimed “Holy fuck guys you make me sound like I am in love with him or something”.

There was a heavy pause, Stan and Bev staring at him brows arched.

“Whatever! So what, I think Eds is cute! Fucking sue me!” he exclaimed “Not that it matters honestly”.

“What do you mean Rich?” Bev asked.

“It’s just” he started, but groaned again, words getting stuck on his throat “Ugh! It’s nothing Bev, it’s shit, it doesn’t matter”.

Stan and the girl stared at their friend. The moment would’ve been full of uncomfortable silence if it wasn’t for the roaring laughters and ridiculously loud music from the party. Without saying a word, Bev crawled towards her friend, her movements slow and clumsy from the alcohol, and lied next to him. Stan looked at them before doing the same.

“You can talk to us Rich, ya know that right?” Bev spoke softly, making Richie smile. He held her hand and she squeezed ot reassuringly.

“Yeah, what Marsh said” Stan added, grabbing awkwardly the boy’s free hand. The Trashmouth half-scoffed half-laughed. He knew Stan spoke more through actions than words.

“I know guys it’s just…” he drifted again, the knot of his throat growing “I really like him”.

“Yeah no shit” he practically could hear the eye-roll on Stans comment “Ouch! No need for kicking Marsh”.

“Zip it Uris” she said “If you like him, tell him Rich” her tone softened and gave Richie another reassuring squeeze.

“That’s fucking easier said than done Bev” the boy sighed “He might, and he’ll probably, say no anyway”.

“Why would he say no dumbass?” Stan asked.

“Because I’m shit! Because, I don’t know, he can fucking do way better than the shitty no-good school punk!” he rambled, unable to stop “Someone with better parents and better grades and better plans for the future and clothes that aren’t ripped at every goddamn seam! Like, have you seen my jeans lately? They’re motherfucking trash! It’s embarrassing to wear them to school”.

His voice breaked the more he talked, and both Bev and Stan decided to ignore the half-sob that was forming of their friend’s voice.

“I’m like, white trash, and he deserves someone that has more than love to offer” he croaked, feeling truly pathetic.

It happened suddenly and Richie felt even more like crying. Both Stan and Bev wrapped their arms as best they could around him and held on tight. They stood there for a couple of minutes, feeling the vibrations from downstairs rumble on their backs.

“Never” Stan voice break the silence “Like, fucking ever, say that about yourself. I will beat you to fucking pieces with my binoculars if I ever hear you’re talking shit about yourself Richard Tozier”.

Richie chuckled, and more tears threatened to come out of his eyes. Hell, his glasses were already fogged, but he didn’t want to let go of his friends to clean them.

“Yeah” Bev muttered, sniffling “What Uris said”.

“Oh my god Bevvie, don’t cry” Richie said “If you cry imma start crying too”.

“Jesus fuck, we are getting way too emotional for being the stone-cold bitches of these god forsaken town”.

“You are the only one of us that looks like you’ve got a stick up your ass Uris” Bev joked.

“I bet he wished he had other thing up his ass” Richie added.

“And here I was, reassuring you and you pay me back by being a dick” Stan muttered.

They broke into light laugher again, the three of them teary eyed and holding onto each other as if they life depended on it. Lying there, Richie breathed every single aspect he could from that moment. Like the way Bev drew small circles on his knuckles. Or how Stan was still holding tightly to his hoodie, as if he was going to fall again off the roof. The way their feet intertwined, polished shoes, beat up sneakers and combat boots mixed together. The faded stars he could see through his misty glasses. How Stan’s curls tickled him on the cheek, the same way Bev’s breathing did on the nape of his neck. He felt like time itself had stopped.

“Rich” Bev softly spoke.

“Yeah Marsh?” he asked

“Ask Eddie out”.

“But-”.

“No but’s asshat” Stan scoffed “just do it”.

“But-”.

“I said no but’s!”.

“-what if he says no?”.

Kinda unlikely Bev wanted to say.

“Then he loses the best dumbass in Derry”.

“Jeez, thanks Stan”.

“No prob”.

Richie laughs, holding them even little bit tighter.

“Guys” Bev interjects “I don’t want to break The Moment, but we are literally an inch away from falling off the roof”.

The boys laughed, and moved away from the edge.

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Lost Boys (Solangelo college au fanfic)

Synopsis:  Nico Di’Angelo and Will Solace enter college with the lingering hope that they are entering a new, better chapter of their lives.They see college as the golden opportunity to escape their grim pasts, a chance for a fresh, happy start. They soon discover that reality is not so peachy. Their flaws, torments and past are leeched on them and along with a new chapter, they welcome new problems, new pains, new struggles. They learn that ‘happy’ is something you build on everyday’ and that life never submits to plans.

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                              CHAPTER 1: FIRST IMPRESSIONS

When the taxi halted Nico was harshly snapped out of his brooding. The abrupt stop jerking his torso forward, against the, thankfully, secure, seat-belt, perhaps the only functional piece in the malfunctioning, tatty taxi that had picked him up in his haste.  

 “Here ye’ are, kid” the driver croaked in his hoarse voice, probably the inevitable result of decades of blackening his lungs with cigars, Nico mused.

 “Yeah, thanks” the boy deadpanned, unfastening the belt before fishing out his wallet from his jacket’s pocket, discreetly pulling out a handful of dollars.

 “That’s some nice wallet you got there, kid. Your ol’ man rich or somethin’?”

 Nico’s eyes lifted to the driver, narrowing at the glimmering greediness in his blanched by age eyes that were pinned on the handsome, black leather wallet, like a raccoon catching glimpse of a gold nugget. The boy shoved the wallet back into his pocket.

 “Here’s the money. Keep the change” he coldly responded, placing the dollars in the driver’s callous, wrinkled palm.

 Indifferent to hear the driver’s reply, Nico bolted out of the taxi, eager to move his legs after a two-hour drive in the small, restricting back seat. He rapidly removed his suitcase from the  car’s trunk and stepped away as the taxi roared back to life, the driver avid for stripping another customer from a couple of dollar bills.

 His chest heaved as his lungs breathed fresh air in avarice. The odor of cigars from the old taxi-driver’s full ash-tray was still lingering beneath Nico’s nostrils, making the boy scowl, exacerbating his already foul mood.  He took another hungry breath, this time to steady his anxiety-ridden heart-beat.

 He was here. He made it.

 Lanky fingers subconsciously stroked the cold surface of the silver ring on the forefinger on his right hand, a gesture seeking for reassurance, comfort, and strength. Gripping the suitcase in determination he turned around to face the entrance of his college’s campus.

 The campus was spurting with life. A mop of students hurried along a wide slanted road that was placed in the middle of two large patches of vividly-colored, fake grass. Students with identical T-shirts handed out leaflets, inviting wondering newbies to freshers’ week events. Behind stands, stood grinning people, trying to fish as many freshers for their societies as possible.

 Nico’s heartbeat picked up on the busy rhythm of the campus. His limbs were trembling with anxiousness and anticipation. ‘This is it’, he kept repeating to himself. ‘You are not running away from this. You are doing this’. This was the only chance he could get for a fresh start. This was the opportunity he had been waiting to escape his past, to walk down a new path.

 Without any second thoughts, he pulled on his suitcase, entering the front gate to be immediately swallowed by the buzzing crowd.

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Life was a huge bitch. Obviously, this was something Nico had come to acknowledge from quite a young age. Nevertheless, it was a fact that never ceased to miss the opportunity to be cruelly rubbed on his face. The boy stood in the narrow corridor of his college accommodation, arms crossed in front of his chest. An exasperated expression was contorting his pale face as he glared at the sturdy, blond boy before him

Jason Grace fidgeted with the edges of his blue shirt awkwardly, trying his best to avoid his friend’s fierce glare. Nico may was small in size, but damn, Jason could name a couple of quarterbacks who would flinch away from the boy’s glare.

“I am sorry Neeks” he mumbled for the tenth time, hand jumping to his short blond hair. “You know I didn’t do it on purpose. I wanted us to be roommates, but I got distracted and by the time I applied, your floor was already booked. But, I will be living on the floor below, so we’ll still hang all the time!”

“Living in the floor below with your best mate, Bryan” Nico bitterly added. “Football bros living together, talking about muscles and chicks’ asses, how very American.”  

Jason’s chiselled face hardened at the sharpness in Nico’s tone. He liked the boy. No matter how many times the boy snorted and denied it, Nico was his best friend, he knew things about Jason that he had never said to any of his ‘football bros’. Jason was patient with him, but there were times when Nico just didn’t know how to restrain his spite and there were some times when Jason just wasn’t in the mood to deal with it.

“Can you not do this please?” he pleaded, tone tired. “There’s no reason to be so spiteful towards Bryan. He’s never done anything to you.”

“Well, he sure doesn’t smile up to his ears when he sees me, does he? Wasn’t he the one who called me a ‘spoilt punk brat’? Or was that Matt? Either way, they are all the same. All the lot carry the same rotten brains, must be all the tackling”

“I am part of that lot” Jason retorted, eyebrows knitting, the faintest wrinkle of annoyance folding the skin between his brows. “You know what, whatever” Jason decided shaking his head. “I can’t talk with you when you are like this. Settle in, I’ll come pick you up tonight for the freshers’ party.”

The blond shoved his hands in his jacket, gave the smaller boy a nod and walked away. Turning his head, Nico snorted as his eyes pinned upon his best friend. “Send dear Bryan my love” he called out after him, sarcasm lacing his tone.

Nico continued watching his friend walking away until he pushed open the door to the stair case and disappeared behind it. He cursed under his breath, anger still simmering inside him. They had talked about living together in college. They had made plans, a list of movies to watch and trashy things to eat. But, Jason of course had to take his sweet time applying for housing. The ‘distraction’ he had mentioned was most certainly one of those stupid parties the football team threw after term end. The kind of parties Nico was never invited to.

The mere thought of Jason partying it up with the sort of jerks who grimaced whenever Nico was in their general direction supplied his anger like fuel poured into fire. He gripped the handle of his case excessively tight, until his knuckles turned white and he could feel his nails digging into his palm. Then, he felt guilty for being pissed at the idea of Jason having fun without him, even with people he didn’t like. He didn’t own Jason, unlike him; Jason had a life with several other friends in it other than his own miserable ass. Why was he so gooddamn petty?

“Fuck this” He hissed to himself, hand reaching for the door key in his pocket which he had received from the sour-looking, middle aged receptionist on the first floor. With his shitty luck, his roommate would be a weirdo, probably a pervert with questionable objects hidden under his bed. Sighing, he put the key in the lock and paused before turning it. There was a fair chance his roommate was in there and him walking into a bad moment.

He pulled out the key and knocked on the door. Better safe than sorry.  He’d much rather avoid any unnecessary awkwardness.  A considerable amount of time seemed to pass without anything happening. Whoever he was, his roommate was not inside, which was great news. Nico wouldn’t have to be forced into an awkward get-to-know each other. He was about to reach for his keys when the door knob clicked. The door was opened with a creaking sound to reveal a wet boy with a towel firmly wrapped around his waist.

“Ah, sorry about this, I was in the shower” he started. “May I help you?”

There was a slight southern accent lingering in his tone, Nico noticed. Briefly, his dark eyes run over him. He was tanned and had fair hair damped darker with water.

“I am Nico. I will be living here. I assume you are my roommate?”

“Oh, It’s nice to meet you” the blond extended a hand. “Name’s Will, Will Solace”

Nico gave Will’s hand a curt shake before looking over his shoulder to the room. “So, shall I come in?” 

“Of course, need any help with your baggage?” he politely offered, a smile forming on his face.

He was nice enough for now, Nico mused. Then again, first impressions, scientifically proven, are almost always false.

“Nah, I got it” He lifted his bag and walked into the room once Will had stepped aside to let him pass. The room was rather small to what Nico was usually accustomed, too. Yet again, the bedroom in his home was extravagantly big, so perhaps, this is what was considered to be average size. There were two single beds on each far side of the room, each of them paired up with a nightstand with a sad-looking olive coloured lamp sitting on top.  One of the walls consisted of two identical wardrobes and right beside the wall stood a double desk with two chairs, stripped with sunbeams that peeked through the curtained window on top of it.  

It was okay, Nico guessed. He hadn’t had high hopes, anyway. He didn’t particularly care of the size. On a positive note, the beige walls were vacant, which made him feel glad for bringing some of his posters with him.

“So…eh, I’ll let you settle in” Will pondered, smiling yet again, before, in Nico’s delight, retreating into a small door which must be the shower.

He threw himself on the bed, feeling the springs bouncing under his weight and settled himself in the middle of the pillow, forearms wrapped behind his head, his dark eyes staring at the beige roof above him.  This wasn’t half-bad, he could fill up his part of the wall with his posters, make the place feel more like him. All he really needed was somewhere to sleep and somewhere to put his laptop and books on, and he seemed to have all that, so he was satisfied. The great matter at hand was the roommate.

Still embittered by Jason’s betrayal, Nico frowned. If this blond dude turned out to be some perverted psycho serial killer, he was totally going to put the blame on Jason for being murdered. Will smiled a lot and really brightly, which was something Nico did not trust. Yet, again, Jason always pointed out that he never trusted anyone despite the way they acted or behaved.

‘I trust you’ Nico would begrudgingly say. “Only me” Jason would respond back. “And that is because we are neighbours and I have the patience of a saint”

Nico knew Jason was right. But he had come to the conclusion that it was easier not to trust people, not to expect anything from them. Humans had the remarkable ability of turning everything into shit. You held them up to some certain standards and then right away they would do something to crush that down and Nico had grown exhausted of picking up pieces of shattered trust.

Hearing a door shutting close, Nico turned to watch Will, now dressed in cargo pants and shirt, sitting awkwardly on his bed. He beamed a flashy smile his way that did not quiver even when it was met with Nico’s deadpan expression.

“So, Nico, are you a fresher?”

Small talk. Nico hated small talk.

“Yeah” he replied, waiting a long minute before dully adding. “You?”

“Same.”

Awkward silence, Will was still smiling. Nico wondered if his facial muscles were problematic or something.

“There’s the freshers’ party tonight . Are you going?”

“I guess” Nico was painfully aware he had no say in this. Jason would be banging on his door , kick it down if he had to, and carry him on his very own shoulder to make sure he went to the party. Jason just couldn’t accept the fact that Nico simply did not socialise. He hadn’t attended many parties, but the ones he had always concluded in two ways. He would either end up in a fight with a guy considerably bigger than him for failing to keep his mouth shut, or he would end up pinned against the wall having his face sucked by a drunk.

“Look, there’s no need to make small talk” Nico started, sitting up on his bed. Will made a funny face, his eyebrows travelling up in the middle of his forehead.

“Okay” he retorted in an uncanny manner.

“I don’t mean to come off as rude” Nico drily added. “I am just saying that there’s no need for the awkward talk. We don’t have to be friends just because we ended up in the same room. I will mind my own business and you will mind yours and we are going to be just fine”

Will rolled his eyes at him and regarded him with a long, blank look. “Sure, if that’s what you like” he finally replied, tone betraying nothing. Nico watched as the blond stood up, picked up a book from his desk and settled back on his bed, no longer paying attention to him.

Alright, perhaps he had been a bit cold. Jason had pissed him off and he wasn’t used to meeting new people without Jason being around to guide him. This was new and the day had been stressful enough already.

“Look, Will, I am sorry for coming off as an arse. I am just…a bit tired.”

Will looked up from his book, eyes fixing on Nico. He had blue eyes, Nico listlessly noted, same as Jason’s, only Will’s were slightly darker.

“Nah, it’s really fine. You are fine. To be honest, I am looking for some quite time, as well. So, each of us minding his own business sounds just fine to me. I have some hard studies ahead of me, so I think we will mesh well. Though, yeah, you did come off as an arse.”

Nico lifted an eyebrow, propping his right leg on his left knee. “Well, glad we settled that out then. I will now take a nap and spare us both of more awkwardness. So, catch you later!”

Nico lay down on his bed again, resting his head against the flat, hard pillow before shutting his eyes. Hopefully sleep would improve his mood.

#solangelo #solangelo fanfiction #solangelo au #college au #mywriting #nico di angelo #will solace #so i started this a while back #and i really want to finish it #lost boys

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CHAPTER 13 THE BAD BLOOD

 Sgt. Newman went in to question Detective Brown about his behavior and actions in handling the young suspects. “Man what the fuck was that all about? You threatened those kids and slapped the other young man Omar! What the hell were you thinking or were you thinking Detective Brown?”

“I was thinking about that kid we found wounded and those Hispanic shooters we found dead. I know they had something to do with it or they know who did it and why.”

“That is homicides area not yours!”

“I would have gotten a statement out of them about the drugs and more if that Black bitch had not walked in on us interrogating them. What about those high priced lawyers? Who is paying for that kind of legal team anyway?”

“Listen, Detective, and I say the word loosely at this point. You’re new to this but we have been trying to get a hold on those projects and your actions have jeopardized the investigation into the murders and the drug ring operating out of those projects. We need solid connections and those young men were our connection. You’re suspended following a full investigation into the abuse charges Mrs. Russell is leveling against the department.”

“Suspended for what?” Brown yelled in a loud voice.

“For being stupid!” the SSgt replied mumbling and left the office.

Little Man and Raheem’s ride home was short. They lived in the projects. Little Man and Raheem were deadly silent on the way home. Both families lived in 875 Columbus Avenue. Little Man on the 15th floor and Raheem on the 16th floor. Both mothers said good night, hugged each other, and then rushed their boys inside the apartment yelling at them for embarrassing them.

“Now the whole projects will be talking!” Little Man’s mother yelled at him making his head and ears hurt. “ go to your room and stay your ass in there .First take off those stinking clothes and take a bath to wash off that stinking jail house smell and throw those clothes in the incinerator. I don’t want no jail shit in my house! If your father was alive, he would whip your ass boy. Lord have mercy Jesus you’re working on my last nerve boy!”

“Ma I ain’t do shit!”

“Watch your mouth boy before I come wash out your mouth in this house.”

“But Ma…”

“You hear me boy!”

“But Ma those bitch ass police…Excuse me I mean those police just bum rushed us on the basketball court behind the center for nothing.”

Brenda rushed out of her room into Omar’s room and pointed her finger into his face. “Didn’t I tell you to watch your nasty ass mouth in this house?” then she picked up the hairbrush. “Don’t make me knock all your teeth out of your mouth boy!”

“Yeah Ma.” Little Man didn’t push Brenda. He knew she would whip his ass. Little Man just sat down quietly, removed his jeans, and removed his shirt. He kicked off his Nike sneakers that once were all white. Now they were grease black from the precinct cell floor.

“Give me those nasty ass clothes. You made me miss another day of work. Damn Omar! Boy, are you trying to kill me? And now I have to pay the babysitter for watching your brother and sister today while I ran over to the precinct for your ass!”

Brenda tried to protect Omar from the streets as best she could. She saw so much of his father in him. He was a child of the streets and she feared the streets would take him like it did his father. Omar often came up with money to help pay the bills. Brenda wondered about the money but he would often say his after school job working at Met supermarket helped with the bills. Brenda knew in her heart that his job did not pay enough at $7.50 an hour. She took only a little hoping she would get a better job soon for herself. Between going to work and school at night to get her degree she would often fall asleep once she arrived home and fed the kids. Little Man was always around the building or behind the center when she looked out the window. She would sit at the table face the center so she could see the other children playing from her window. Omar was always standing around his friends as if he stood watch over them. She paid it no real attention until the people from around the building started talking rumors about him and his friends and this guy named Prince.

She feared it might be the same Prince from uptown. She knew him through her husband from years ago. But she never asked questions. Little Man stayed in his room thinking hard about what had occurred in the police station. How Detective Brown and his partner tried to put that weak punk ass fake pressure on him and Raheem. Most of all that bitch slap he gave him. Little Man wanted to put hands on him but Mrs. Russell got between them. Little Man didn’t care at that point, what would have happened. He cared only about being disrespected, his image, and his reputation on the streets. He is young but he has heart and he matured fast since his father was not around. He thought of himself as an adult but he was only a kid making adults decisions in his world.

He felt that he was just as much a man as Brown was even though the detective has a gun. He felt disrespected on all levels and that’s something he just couldn’t live with so he called Raheem. “What popping homie? That fool ass buster tried to play us today like we are some fool ass niggers!”

“Yo I know Little Man! I wanted to lay his ass down for that shit man but you know po-po think they are untouchable.”

“Fuck that shit Raheem! We are going to get some pay back from his ass!”

“We are riding for sure homie. Just say the word and when.”

 Chapter 14 THE MORNING AFTER

 Prince got into his car the next Morning to go see Little Man and Raheem. Prince called him on his cell phone and asked him to meet him on Manhattan Avenue. When Little Man came down to Manhattan Avenue, he found Supreme and Prince sitting in Prince’s black on black Navigator. When Little Man got close, he heard DMX playing on the radio. Supreme was hitting a blunt to the head and blowing out rings of smoke. Prince was singing along with DMX. A sexy red bone female with blond hair rolled by from the projects and yelled at Prince.

“What’s up?”

“Nothing ma. Just doing what I do every day,” Prince replied.

“I know that’s right baby.”

Then Prince said, “What’s good with you short and sexy?”

“Nothing, going to work.”

“Do you ma,” Prince yelled. Little Man got into the car and they drove off with DMX pounding in the system.

While Supreme was driving he popped in another tape, Biggie Smalls. Little Man drifted back to what the police did and the music motivated him further into to his scheme for revenge.

While driving around Prince told Supreme to stop at Fever Club to take Little Man’s mind off what had happened. Prince felt Little Man’s anger and he recognized that oh so familiar look of death all over Little Man’s face. They drove up to the club. Little Man was ready for some partying. there was a line of people crowded around the entrance of the club and when Little Man got out with Prince and Supreme they were wondering who they were.

One of the haters in the crowd said, “He cannot can’t get in here!” they were referring to Little Man’s clothes. Supreme took the lead and when the doorman saw who it was he opened the door and welcomed them inside the club. Little Man entered with his team sticking out his chest as he entered. The haters were in a state of shock. “Who the fuck is that?”

“That is Prince and Supreme. That young man is his little brother or something.”

The music was blasting. The women were shaking their asses all over the place half-dressed and half-naked. Tits shaking up and down with the music. Tits just jiggling hips grinding to the sound of the music.