#i’ll flame their irrelevant ass

[mha-princess]

Hello, I really like your writing, and I was wondering if I could request headcanons of how Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, and Todoroki would react if somebody flirted with their s/o right in front of them, and the boys try to be calm and just tell the other person that they're in a relationship, but the person flirting just doesn't care, and continues to flirt with their s/o

They get jealous of someone flirting with you

A/N: I added Shoji to this request just because I love him.I hope you don’t mind (⁍̴̆◡⁍̴̆ )⊃♡- Anako

Characters: Bakugou, Kirishima, Denki, Todoroki, and Shoji

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This..... this is the reason he doesn’t like to go shopping

Now katsuki isn’t necessarily one to tell his s/o what to do let alone what to wear

But when your clothes start drawing too much attention is when he has a problem

Here you were checking out at your favorite mall outlet, katsuki behind you patiently waiting

“That’ll be $132 dollars please.” The cashier says looking up at you. You smile and hand hun your card. He takes it in his hand and examine the name on the front of the card.

“Y/N? That’s a pretty name.” He grins swiping the card. You hesitate to respond, you could feel katsuki moving closer to you.

“T-thank you.” The cashier is slow with what he’s doing, clearly trying to get a conversation out of you.

“Do you shop here often? I don’t ever see you around her.”

“She comes here with her boyfriend.” You feel Katsuki’s arm wrap firmly around your waist. The cashier raises and eyebrow, but persistent. He sets the card on the counter.

“You know if you were mine, you wouldn’t be paying for your own stuff it’d be on me.”

“With your fucking mall job? You wish.” Bakugou scoffs. Your mouth parts with sheer embarrassment.

“Katsuki!” You repeemind, “Sir, can I just have my bags?” You question.

“If I can have your num-.” He’s cut off by a concerning crackling. You look down to see Bakugou hands illuminating with bright little flames. Not enough to cause damage, but it was still concerning.

Quickly you reach over the counter and grab your card and your bags. You then drag Katsuki out of the outlet.

“Katsuki!” You reprimand once again.

“You should’ve let me blow his ass to shreds.”

I feel like Kiri is a territorial guy

What’s his is his

So that being said Kiri is very heavy on PDA

And when someone persistently flirts with you is mind boggling to you both , as he makes it pretty clear that you have a boyfriend

But he also is very aware that his s/o is very attractive and that before are going to flirt with you

It’s only when you tell the person you have a boyfriend and they don’t respect that is when he has a problem.

One day when you were hanging out at the park just spending some quality time with Kiri, he had pointed out that a guy had been eyeing you for quite sometime

You brush him off saying that he’s just imagining things, but its when said guy walks over to you, you panic.

When the guy reaches you he doesn’t say anything, he just grins and hands you a piece of paper.

“I-I have a boyfriend.” You say, handing the sheet of paper with a number sprawled on it back. The boy pushes the paper back towards you.

“But I really think you should keep it. I saw you checking me out.” Kirishima grits his teeth at the accusation.

“Like they said they have a boyfriend. I’m the only only they’re ‘checking’ out.” You then push the paper back toward hun once more, but he still refuses to take it back.

“Keep-” The male stops dead in the middle of his sentence, in awe at the sight of Kirishima tonguing you dead in the mouth.

After he’s finished you fluster as you notice the guy is long gone.

Kirishima takes the paper from your hands and throws it on the ground.

“I hope he learned his lesson.”

Ok so we all know that Denki has a flirty personality

So when someone is flirting with you he picks up on it VERY quickly

That being said he’d stop it as quickly as it started, already knowing how these things work

But if the person were to keep on hitting on you I’d see Denki getting a bit physical (as a last resort ofc)

“I already told you dude. Their taken.” He says sternly standing toe to toe with the other male.

“And I already told you I want their number.” The boy says shoving at Denkis chest.

Quickly you step in, forcefully shoving the other male to the ground before this gets out of hand and someone is in the ER for electrical burns

“And I said you weren’t fucking getting it.” You respond taking Kaminari by the wrist and walking away

Afterward Kaminari would apologize constantly for not keeping his cool, but you constantly tell him it’s fine

“I didn’t think you’d get physical for me.” He dramatically gasps at your words.

“I’ll always fight for something worth fighting for.”

Just from looking at todoroki I get scared so how someone is flirting with you while he’s right there is beyond me

I honestly don’t even imagine him saying anything to the person that’s flirting with you that glare is deadly enough to scare anyone away

And when he’s jealous it’s doesn’t necessarily show, due to his personality

He gets hit on all the time and just ignores whoever’s hitting on him and expects you to do the same

But one day when your both at dinner, there’s a waiter who just won’t stop.

When he would come by your table he would BLATANTLY ignore Shouto

“Do you need a refill? Or is there anything I can help you with?” He says smiling at you.

There’s no change in Todorokis expression but you can fell he’s aura go dark, this had to of been the fifth time that waiter has came by and asked that question

“No thank you just the bill please.” You respond .

“Will you be splitting it between you and your friend?”

“Boyfriend.” Shouto corrects, putting a large emphasis on the ‘Boy’ part.

The male doesn’t even glance in Todoroki’s direction.

“I’ll be right back, love.” Your mouth drops as he walks away. You look at Todoroki who is physically calm, but mentally pissed.

The boy returns from the back with the billfold. He hands it to you, but you slide it to Todoroki.

Upon opening it his eyes are met with a number. Not a bill number but a phone number.

You look at Todorki who is now showing signs of being upset. He grips the bill tightly and it begins to freeze.

You look at the waiter who is now visibly scared.

“Y-You know using you q-quirk in public is illeg-.”

“Do I look like I give a damn about what’s illegal?”

You pay for the food and quickly get him out of that restaurant.

After that incident he definitely got more clingy, realizing that some people simply have no respect and he didn’t want anyone to steal you away from him

He has never really been in a relationship so handling these kinds of problems is new for him. He’ll need a lot of verbal and physically validation for awhile

This boy really doesn’t like being in public so the few times he acommanpies you, you hope everything will go well

But sadly, that’s not always the case

This boy’s a true gentleman and doesn’t like to have any form of dispute

So when someone’s flirting with you he’d try to handle the situation as ‘professional’ as possible

But when his attempts fail he doesn’t get jealous, he gets very insecure.

He’s already unsure of his appearance and seeing someone flirt with you makes him feel bad

It makes him feel as though he isn’t enough

But it’s a good thing that your quick to act in these situations

“Look my boyfriend is right here, so I’d appreciate it if you got the hell on.” You say harshly, shoving the irrelevant male who was hitting on you.

Afterward like Todoroki, Shoji will need a lot of reassurance I mean a lot

So do things like hug him, touch him, kiss him. And let him know that there’s nobody who can take his place

#bakugou headcanons #bakugou drabble #bnha #shoujo #todoroki headcanons #kirishima headcanons #kaminari headcanons #bakugou x reader #todoroki shoto x reader #kaminari x reader #shoji headcanons #mezo shoji x reader #mha princess

[hotlineslasher]

Interview With A Slasher

Rating: Explicit (I think?? I mean it’s smut)

Word Count: 2.8K

Warnings: Swearing, Sexual Content (Vaginal Fingering), Danny is a confusing bastard 

A/N: I don’t want plot with my porn just feelings! This is my first fic I’ve ever posted pls be gentle with me I promise I’ll be better in the future and write less niche scorpio porn

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When you first set foot into the entity’s perverted playworld, it was a hellscape made worse by how straight-up confusing everything was. Sure, the entity keeps on coming up with new insanities to throw at you, but over time you’ve learned there are rules that make things bearable. That make things make sense. If x, then y. If you break the don’t-drop-god-pallet rule, you get left to suffer on the hook longer. If you don’t unhook your teammates before the entity creeps down to thrash with them, you probably won’t escape with your life... or your friendship. If you don’t heal Bill quickly, his wheezing will be everyone’s downfall.

And, of course, if you so much as look at a killer outside of the trials, you’ll be cut off from the group.

Though it made all the sense in the world for survivors and killers to hook up in between hooking, you were the only one out of your little group to do the deed with one of the proverbial devils in your hell. Survivors smooching survivors was completely commonplace but you knew if they found out the infamous ghostface had taken very... different polaroids of you, they’d take it as a betrayal. Other survivors who weren't already spoken for were fair game, but choosing to interact with any of the killers was a statement.

So, despite Danny’s whining and bitching, you had made sure to be extremely careful. Which meant additional rules for the two of you. One of which was no sneaking off from the campfire, no matter how hard you could feel him staring at you from across the burning logs. Ironically, you weren't exactly sure where the two of you stood in the less literal sense. One dirty affair was more than enough for you, so you hadn't so much as looked at any of the survivors like that since your first hookup with Danny... but you didn't know if the same could be said for him. I mean, as ridiculous as the situation is, it would be nice to know what you meant to him. With Danny, it was kind of hard to tell. On one hand, he'd been... interested in you from the start. Any time you were in a trial together, you were his obsession, and it had always been like that. He was less lethal when it came to chasing you, like he enjoyed the game of cat and mouse when you were the one playing it with him. On the other, as much as he loved to stalk you, he wasn't exactly forthcoming about himself. Whenever you tried to get to know him beyond the ghostface mask, he'd distract you, or deflect, or get magically pulled away to a trial. Your gaze drifts over to where Nancy and Steve are huddled together, looking the very image of cutesy. Oh, to pick sensible romantic partners like Steve.

“You okay, kid?” Bill’s gruff voice pulls your focus from the flames you’ve been staring at to avoid Danny’s gaze. Ironically, Bill is sitting across from you so now you have a small excuse to glimpse in Danny’s direction. “Bad trial?” The old man prompts.

Your shoulders pull up in a shrug, “I mean, when is there ever a good trial?” Your answer isn’t cheery by any stretch, but that’s one of your favorite things about Bill. Talking to him, you don’t feel any pressure to bullshit and act optimistic.

A husky laugh rattles out of him and immediately you feel more at ease, like you’re just hanging out with peepaw. “Fair point,” he nods. “Who was it? One of the more fucked-up ones?”

It actually makes you snort, because intuitively you sort of know which select killers he’s referring to. “Yeah, it was the clown. I swear to god, I inhaled so much of that shit my voice is going to start sounding like yours,” you smile, eyeing Bill with the fondness of grandpa’s favorite grandkid.

Bill rolls his eyes and it looks like he’s going to fire back some sass when suddenly Ace comes sauntering over to clap a hand on his back. “Sorry to interrupt, hot stuff, but I need you to come teach the new girl that trick against slugging.” Ace tilts his head towards where Feng and Elodie are sitting a couple yards away, both audibly pissed at having been left to bleed out on the ground.

“Oh, sure, sure.” Bill nods as he gets up from his seat, always one to have his priorities clearly in check. Another one of the unspoken rules. Someone needs some guidance in the trials, you give it to them without hesitation. You still owed Meg for teaching you how to slip into lockers quietly. “Wait— you uh, you gonna be okay on your own?” The old man is standing like he’s ready to go with Ace, but his eyes are hard and clearly telling you he’ll stay with you if you need him to.

Ace opens his mouth, probably to offer to keep you company, but you’re not like Bill. Waving them both off, your eyes fall on where Danny is crouched in the shadows. Your priorities are nowhere NEAR where they should be, you think, waiting for them to take a few steps away before you break your very cardinal rule: no sneaking away at the campfire.

His hands were on you immediately and your adrenaline ran hot in response. “You have to be quiet, Danny,” you reminded him quickly, keenly aware of his penchant for risky dirty talk.

“Aww, but I thought you hated it when I was quiet!” You couldn’t see his face behind his mask, but god, you could feel the dramatic pout. His fingers slid across your hips, pulling you into him aggressively. “Or do you just need some foreplay first?” He purred, one palm slipping down underneath your skirt to grab at the flesh of your ass. “Fuck, I love it when she puts you in this.”

“Danny!” You hissed, nerves ablaze with proximity-based anxiety. You were playing with fire by even letting him get this far and you knew it. Danny was the kind of guy who you couldn’t give an inch to because he’d take a yard and would make it feel so good you’d happily give him a mile no matter how many warning alarms went off in your head. “If any of them-“

“I know, I know, if any of them find out you’d be a pariah, blah blah blah... hey, I didn’t know you liked the old fucker so much,” Danny says completely casually, his palm smoothing over your asscheek absentmindedly.

You sigh, hating how you can already feel yourself melting a bit under his touch. “Feeling jealous?” You breathe, looking up into the black mesh that’s hiding his eyes from you.

He has the audacity to snort, the cocky son of a bitch. “Fuck no,” he chuckles light-heartedly. “You’re lucky I don’t spank you raw just for suggesting that.” You feel the points of his fingers dig into the skin of your ass with the threat. Suddenly his other hand is on your face, cradling your jaw gently. “I just wanna know more shit about you,” he says plainly, his two hands sending two very different signals to your touch-starved brain, both of them good.

You lean into the one that’s framing your cheek, hating yourself for how handsy you’re letting him be when you’re both close enough to hear Bill bark out directions. “Yeah? You wanna know who’s my bff back at the campfire?” It’s sarcastic and you know you immediately need to make up for it unless you want to tempt him into making you scream. You decide you’ll placate him by turning your face and pressing a kiss into his gloved palm. You think you catch the faintest sigh from him for your effort.

“I do,” he grunts as his hand turns to cover your mouth, his fingertips pressing into your cheeks. “I wanna know everything about you.” Coming from someone else, it might sound romantic. But Danny’s voice is dark, teetering on obsessive. From a different person, the words might paint a picture of lovely dates and idyllic late-night conversations. But from his masked mouth, they scream stalking. Looking at you when you don’t know he’s there, sifting through your belongings, hoarding candids of you that you’ll never know exist.

“So come on, is it the geezer? You know, thinking back on it, he does love to take hits for you,” Danny muses, his mood suddenly light again.

You roll your eyes, reaching up to pull his palm off your mouth when you feel his grip soften. “Sure, I guess Bill is my bff. I have to fight Ace for him though, so I don’t know how mutual it is,” you shrug. It’s irrelevant shit, you know it is, and you can’t see his face to make sure, but you suspect Danny’s listening intently to you anyways. Like he’d be happy to hear you prattle on about the social dynamics between the people he loves to gut. The undivided attention fills you with yearning and his gloved finger is in your mouth before the thought is even fully formed. You don’t know how much of your heat he can actually feel through the thick fabric, but based on how his fingers slip under your panties, it’s doing something for him.

“God, you’re such a slut,” he hisses, the fingers in your panties now prodding at your slit. “You don’t know how bad I want to pull out my dick and make you choke on it right now.” His arousal feeds yours like it always does and combined with the leather slipping between your folds, you don’t stand a chance. Fuck the rules. You lathe at his finger happily, but Danny has other plans and before you know it your mouth is empty. Your eyebrows pull up in confusion and he shushes you sweetly. “I wanna hear more,” he explains, his fingers inching towards your hole. “Tell me,” he urges, “tell me everything and I’ll make you cum, beautiful.”

His slow attack on you has you biting your lip and failing to decipher what he specifically wants to hear. “W... what do you want to— know?” You breathe, both of your hands finding themselves on his chest for support.

“Which one of them was your first friend here?” He asks as one of his long fingers penetrates you lazily. He wastes no time in establishing the sensual rhythm, but you know Danny, and you know it’ll all stop unless you play his weird games. Today, it’s whatever the hell this line of questioning is.

You blink, trying to come up with an answer while he massages your walls. “Meg,” you finally answer, your nails digging into the leather covering his chest. He doesn’t answer right away and you bite back a smile. “The redhead,” you clarify. Of course he wouldn’t know anybody’s names, duh, you’re letting a killer fingerfuck you right now.

Pleased that you’ve caught onto what he wants, Danny slips another finger into you and makes you keen like a teenager. “Who would you bring back with you, if you could go back to your old life?” Both the question and the spot his second finger rubs up against take you by surprise and you almost cry out. The contrast between how well you know each other’s most sensitive spots and how little you know about each other’s ‘old lives’ gives you a weird feeling in your stomach. “Shhh,” Danny taunts happily, “we have to be quiet, remember?” His smirk is pretty much audible as he throws your words back in your face.

You shoot him a glare in response but grab onto one of his outfit’s tendrils to hopefully try and ground yourself. “Who’s your bff?” You suddenly ask, taking you both by surprise. His fingers keep moving but it’s clear he wasn’t expecting you to flip his inquiry back on him. You can't blame him, you weren't expecting you to do that either. The quiet milliseconds feel like hours and you find yourself starting to sweat a bit more. Fuck, was that not okay? His fingers stay inside you, moving at their same rhythm, but you're to busy overthinking to keep climbing towards your orgasm right now.

“Amanda, probably,” Danny responds with a small shrug. You feel yourself start to breathe again. “Oh,” he giggles, “you wouldn’t know her name, right. The Pig,” he clarifies quickly before shifting his focus to your clit.

A sigh tumbles out of you as he rubs it with just enough pressure to make you sink your nails into the cloth of the tendril. Like always, Danny’s mind and body seem to be on two different paths as he starts plunging his digits in faster. “Danny,” you beg, desperately wanting a beat to think about the information he just gave you but not finding it in his new rhythm.

“Come on, you didn’t answer my second question. You’re lucky you look so fucking hot right now or else I’d leave you high and dry... well, maybe I will...” he threatens and you press your forehead into his chest, trying to communicate how badly you do /not/ want that to happen.

“Fuck, fuck,” you pant, brain whirring trying to remember his question. Honestly? It’d been so long since you let yourself think of your ‘old life,’ you didn’t really have an answer thought out. “I don’t— know,” you pull back to look at him through his mask, “I don’t think about my old— my old life anymore.” You’re not sure if it’ll piss him off because you’ve again failed to answer the question but Danny tends to like honesty so you pray he lets it slide. Because, fuck, his thumb on your clit like it is has you ready to drench him at any moment.

He’s quiet for a second. His head tilts. And then you hear his gruff sigh and suddenly his pace becomes even more lethal. Your knees buckle but his other hand wraps around your waist like a vice and you swear some of the tendrils seem to reach out towards you too. If you thought it felt heavenly before, it was nothing compared to how he was touching you now. Your own hand has to slap across your mouth to stop you from moaning like a whore. “Good,” he hisses, his voice low. “Don’t ever think about it,” he demands, “you’re here, now.” Your vision swims as you tear up, his assault on your heat making you shake. “You’re never getting rid of me, you understand?” His voice sounds obsessive again but it only gets you hotter.

You both know you’re going to cum any second, there’s no way you could properly respond to the insane shit he’s saying right now, you can barely even process it. So, instead, you choose to be risky again and move the hand that’s covering your mouth to his neck instead and pull his mask to meet your lips.

Your eyes jam shut as your hips seize and sharp jolts of white-hot pleasure wrack your entire being. You hope you’re quiet but honestly, mid-orgasm you can only hear Danny’s erratic panting. For a few precious seconds, while your body is flooded with endorphins from his ministrations, it’s just you and him. Your mouth pulls away slightly while you ride the orgasm but he closes the distance between you instantly, pressing his masked mouth to yours.

The blood pounding in your ears starts to slow down and your eyes open back up slowly. You’re so close you can see through the mesh and into his irises. His pupils are completely blown out and it gives him a downright feral look you know should really scare you. But it doesn’t. After all, that’s the real first rule you broke.

You pull away and lean your head on his shoulder when you start to worry he'll hear how your heart is beating out of your chest, your panting far quieter now though it’s still rugged as hell. “Who...” you pipe up when you feel his fingers slip out of you, “who would you...?” Your brain is still way too fuzzy from the hormones to fully articulate what you mean. Hopefully he gets that you’re asking his question back and doesn’t think you just sound like an idiot—

You feel his chest shake when he rumbles out a chuckle above you. From where you’re angled, you get to watch him bring his fingers up to his mouth from behind the mask. A small groan escapes him at tasting you and your chest soars with confidence. He thinks you taste good. Better than good, given how much time he’s spending savoring every last drop on his tongue. You almost forget about your question at the show, but you remember instantly when his raspy voice rattles out, “isn’t it obvious?”

You blink slowly and then suddenly you feel a swell of affection for him as you get his meaning.

Out of everyone, even the killers, you. He’d choose you.

#dead by daylight #danny johnson #DBD Ghostface #dbd danny #dead by daylight x reader #ghostface x reader #dbd fanfic #danny johnson x reader #danny johnson smut #danny 'jed olsen' johnson x reader #slasher #slasher community #slasher smut #smut writing

[perzawa]

→ defender of justice

saeyoung choi x fem! reader

desc: you weren’t the best at relationships. man after man, woman after woman, but you could not find the right one. after getting stood up on a date, a mysterious man with red hair comes to the rescue. 

genre: smut

warnings: praise kink, unprotected sex, sex with a stranger, pet names

word count: 3.1K

Not again.

Not like this.

Hot tears pricked your eyes, the salty liquid rolling slowly down your flaming cheeks. How long had it been since you were sitting in that exact spot, waiting and waiting and waiting. You looked around like a lost puppy, mouth agape and eyes wide. Where the hell was he? You scammed the restaurant, your eyes glossing over multiple bodies of men and women. Everyone looked so happy with their spouses or potential mates, smiling in the faces of each other as they shared meals. 

That was supposed to be you laughing. That was meant to be you sharing spaghetti with your boyfriend. How could you be so foolish to believe he’d show up this time? 

“Ma’am, are you ready to pay for your meal?” The woman asked kindly, eyes shut with a large smile plastered on her features. You frowned, wiping away at the tears forming in your eyes. 

“Just a moment, ma’am.” 

“Okay! I’ll be back!” She left soon after. Sweat trickled down your eyebrows and your breathing hitched, stomach churning painfully. You were surrounded by couples. Everywhere you looked, there was a couple. Man, women, women, men. You’d given up. He won. Getting ready to pay and leave, you stood up, wiping at the new tears forming in your eyes. 

You took one last look around. Multiple people had been paying attention to you now, apologetic looks dancing across their faces. You simply smiled in their directions. You didn’t need pity from anyone. You’ve been stood up before, you’ll be fine. Yeah, you’ll be fine after you eat six tubs of ice cream and cry your eyes out for a week. Maybe you and Akira weren’t meant to be. You had given up now, sighing as you reached for your wallet, standing to your aching feet.

Just then, a pair of shoes stepped into your vision and you looked up, instantly in awe. 

“Hey, sorry I’m late. You can sit down now.” 

You stared up at him, lips agape as you tried to process his request. This wasn’t Akira. I mean, he was no doubt more attractive than Akira was in every way, but he definitely wasn’t Akira. The last time you’d seen him, Akira had black hair, not red. 

“W-Who are you?” 

“I’m Seven. Just go with it, okay?” He whispered to you, sitting in the seat across the table from yours. Shocked, you didn’t say anything, only blinking at the man. 

“I was standing there,” he looked over and pointed to the small line of people waiting to be seated. “I was there for a bit and I noticed that you’d been stood up.” You winced hearing the words, eyes darting down in embarrassment. You knew he wasn’t coming, but it still ached to hear him put it so matter-of-factly. 

“He’s a dick. Or she.” 

“A-Are you here with someone?” You tripped over your words, rubbing your exposed arm with your hand. Suddenly the air was cooler, tighter. 

“Nah, I came alone. I originally came for pickup, but seeing a pretty little lady all by herself made me change my mind.” 

“O-Oh…” you tilted your head up at him. “Please, I don't wish to burden you or anything. You’re incredibly sweet, but you can get your food.” 

The mysterious man chuckled, running his hand through his shaggy hair as his eyes looked you up and down. “You’re precious.” 

“I’m serious. I don’t want you to pity me. I saw this coming.” You mumbled those last words, pushing your plate of food to the middle of the table, hoping a waitress would swing by soon so that you could leave quickly. 

“Hey, I’m sorry. My conscience won’t allow me to leave you alone here.” You frowned, crossing your legs under the table. Your eyes met his and you’d noticed how pretty his were, suddenly melting. This man was adorable. Sure, he was kinda underdressed to be eating there, but you overlooked his apparel. He was hot. 

A few minutes passed by of an odd silence before a waitress came by, taking your old food and asking who she assumed to be your date, if he was ready to order. 

So he did. 

“Seven…” you muttered, hoping he would’ve been gone by now. “You’re too nice. I-I’ll pay for this as a thank you.” 

“Pay for it? Oh, hush, I got it. I’ve got enough. Don’t thank me for anything, okay?” 

And that was it. He ordered food and even shared a bit with you, even after you explained that you’d already eaten. You didn’t even know how you could both find so much to talk about, being complete strangers and all. But you still found a way. You incorporated jobs, home life, and he even allowed you to talk about your relationship with Akira a bit. 

“I was right. He sounds like an ass.” 

You giggled, reaching over the table to fork some of his salad before shoving it in your mouth. Seven gazed at you in awe, his focus completely set on you whenever you decided to share something, anything. 

“He wasn’t always like that, I promise. We got along really well for a while and it was perfect,” you looked down at the table you were sitting at before a dry chuckle found its way out of you. “We’re a bit off and on, you could say. That’s why this was so important to me. I guess he didn’t care as much.”

Seven frowned, noticing your change in demeanor. 

“Don’t let that get you down, okay? Look, you may not know me, but I’m here now. And as far as I’m concerned, I’m having so much fun right now. I’m glad he didn’t show up.” 

“Really? Y-You’re having fun?” Your eyes widened and you felt blood rush to your cheeks, self consciously rubbing your arm, which had now produced an insane amount of goosebumps. 

“Course I am, sweetie. What? You thought I stayed for my health? You’re cool. He’s missing out.” 

And with that, you both changed the subject to forget about Akira. He was irrelevant. 

You didn’t end up paying for your bill in the end, Seven did. Of course he did it, throwing in a ‘you really thought I’d let you pay for this alone?’ While he was at it. He escorted you out, hands stuffed in his pocket. You felt the cool air embrace your skin, the new area calming you now, the wind sweeping away every negative thought you experienced that evening. You almost forgot you’d even been stood up in the first place, really. But that’s how fun the ginger was. He was sweet and loud, always making jokes. His humor was a little bit odd. Well, it was extremely odd, but it made him more attractive to you. From his striped glasses to his plain sneakers, he was so down to earth. You wanted to talk to him again. You needed to say thank you. 

“I had a great time. Hey, actually, you never told me your name.” He turned to you, both of you still standing in front of the building. 

“Oh! You’re right! It’s Y/N.” 

“Well, Y/N, I had a good time. I’ll get going now, you take care for me.” The tall man turned away, pressing the button on his keys. Your ears perked up after hearing the car beep, indicating that the car was his. 

He was leaving. 

C’mon, Y/N. Ask him. It won’t be hard, right? The worst he could say is that he’s probably busy or he’s got work in the morning. Just do it. Do it. 

You yelped and that seemed to snatch his attention, the man whipping around to see if you were alright. 

“You good?” 

“Y-Yeah! Um, I’ve got no idea if you’re like busy tomorrow or something,” you trailed off, staring at your heels as you rocked back and forth on them. “I wanted to know if you wanted to come over! J-Just to like, watch Netflix. Unless you’re busy! Then that’s okay! I’m so sorry for burdening you!” You rambled on, your face entirely flushed, your body swinging sporadically from putting yourself on the spot like that. 

“Hey, hey, stop that,” he pushed your chin up, your eyes drifting to his hair, rather than his eyes. “I’d love to come over, okay? Hell, where’s your car? Let’s go right now.” 

Your eyes shot down to his, your face lighting up at his kind words. 

“Oh! Um, I took a cab here!” 

“That’s fine. Just gimme the directions, I’ll take you.” 

You could feel your heart swell in your chest. He was so damn cute. His smile stretched across his entire face, eyes closed from his cheeks pushing them upward. He guided you to his vehicle and let's just say you were more than impressed with his ride, eyes widening. Damn, now you really had to know where this man worked to afford such an expensive car. That was a question for another day. You pulled up a GPS and from there, the ride was mostly silent. You aimlessly scrolled through your twitter feed until he pulled up outside your home, first asking if he was at the right place. 

“Yeah, this is it!” Seven nodded and parked in your driveway, stepping out of his car awkwardly waiting for you to unlock the door before he did anything else. He locked his car, following after you. You giggled and unlocked your home, your cat rushing to the opening door to greet you. 

Seven laughed, pushing his way in as well. “Hey! I love cats!” 

You beamed, bending down to pet your feline. “Mmm, that’s a funny coincidence! Her name’s Elle.” 

Seven’s goofy demeanor dropped into a much more serious one. “You’re lying! There’s no way! M-My friend, his cat’s name is Elizabeth!” 

You threw your hands up, bursting into a fit of laughter. You looked up at the flickering lights, wishing you’d remembered to turn them off before you left the house. That was your worst bad habit. Seven noticed the flickering as well, but ignored it, just standing awkwardly as he awaited your next steps. You turned the main light off and led him to your living room, sitting on your sofa. He plopped down on the furniture and spotted the remote on the coffee table, passing it to you. You thanked him and turned the television on, the bright light illuminating the living space. 

“Whatcha wanna watch?” You asked, turning to Netflix. 

“Uh, scary movie? Or Anime? I could care less.” You nodded and searched for a horror film that you could both agree on, settling the remote on the coffee table. Not too long had passed before you were both cuddled up together, reclining the sofa so that neither of you would roll off by accident. You didn’t think you’d get so comfortable with a stranger, but there you were watching a horror movie with him while his arms were wrapped around your hips, pulling you into his touch. You’d be a fibber if you said you didn’t like it. 

“I hope you know I meant what I said. You’re cool as hell.” 

“Could say the same for you, Mr. Seven.” 

“Oh,” he teased, his lips close to your ear. “Am I Mister now?” 

“Depends. Do you wanna be called that?” 

Seven snickered, rubbing circles into your waist. A low groan escaped your lips, a small laugh following. Neither of you even cared about the movie anymore. 

“I guess that depends on what type of Mister you’re thinking of.” 

Chills ran down your spine and you smiled, slowly grinding yourself onto him. Seven’s breath hitched in his throat, a small chuckle following after. 

“That’s how we’re playing?” You didn’t respond, simply moaning while you continued grinding yourself against him. Seven gripped your hips tighter, rocking his hips against your ass. He pushed your hair out of the way, pressing his lips to the back of your neck. You let out a yelp, melting into his touch while his hips continued to move against your ass. You could feel him hardening, his tongue flicking against your skin. 

Seven groaned, sucking marks onto your innocent neck while you felt yourself getting lost in his touch. 

“Can I fuck you?” He whispered, thumbs rubbing circles into your hips again. You nodded, and before you knew it, he’d instantly had you on your back. 

“You know,” he started, grinning down at your defenseless body. “I did not think this was how tonight would play out. But I’m so glad it did.” He unbuckled his pants, pulling his cock free from his underwear. His cock sprung free, precum already bubbling at the tip. You licked your lips at the sight, feeling a surge of wetness rush through your pussy, wetting your white underwear. You shut your eyes tightly, your fingers finding their way to your underwear as something in your forced you to circle your clit through your panties. 

Seven spat on his hand, the mixture of saliva and precum slicking his cock enough. “That’s hot. Keep going.” He whispered, stroking himself to the sight in front of him. You whimpered, finger rubbing circles into your clothed clit while he jerked his hard cock, groaning at the your vulnerability. 

“Yeah, that’s good. So good. C’mon, take those pretty little panties off.” You weren’t hesitant at all, quickly sliding the panties down your ass. You’d never been fucked on your sofa before, oddly enough. You’d been fucked almost everywhere in your house but the time to do it on your sofa never really came up. You were glad, though, it was so hard to get comfortable on the black leather furniture. 

“Let me see that pretty pussy,” he muttered, pulling your dress up to your neck, the pink bra exposed under the fabric. Seven gripped your clothed tit before kneeling between your legs, leaning forward. 

“You’re so pretty. Your body’s so damn pretty. Everything about it. I don’t even remember his name, but he’s fuckin’ missing out.” 

He circled his wet tip against your clit, gathering some of your slick on his cock. You cried out. 

“Please, Seven, hurry.” 

“Are you rushing me? Bad girl.” He kissed the side of your lip before pushing against your entrance, sliding into the tight heat. You gasped, tears forming in your eyes from the painful stretch. It was probably helpful to mention how big Seven was. You almost couldn’t see from the constantly fading light of the television, but he was a good size. One you didn’t expect from someone so thin and lanky. Not that you weren’t appreciative or anything. 

“Oh.” 

“Oh?” 

“Yeah,” you whispered, wrapping your legs around his waist as he bottomed out inside of you, waiting for a moment to move. 

“Tight.” He choked out, pulling out halfway before slamming back into you, grunting with each thrust. His thrusts were sloppy and uncoordinated, but you could care less, clenching around his constantly moving length. You cried out his name, tears falling from your eyes. 

Seven found a good pace to fuck you at, rocking his hips inside of you slowly while you adjusted to his large cock, pussy fluttering over him.

“Fuck yeah, baby. So good. So, so good. I could cum on the spot feeling you grip me like this.” 

You looked into his eyes, slamming your lips against his waiting ones without any thinking. Seven moaned into the exchange, pounding you as hard as he could while his tongue pushed past your opened lips, both of your tongues intertwined. Your velvet walls gripped his cock harder, causing the man to begin moaning, hips stuttering while he fucked into you. You felt like you were already on edge, rocking your hips against his. Your ears perked up and you yelped hearing your phone ring. 

Seven’s eyes darted over to the contact name, sweat dripping down his glistening forehead. 

‘Akira 💕…’ 

“Answer it,” he snarled, his pace never haulting. He was quicker, harder, as he fucked his cock into you, head constantly hitting against your special spot. You couldn’t help but moan, tears drying on your cheeks while fire spread inside of you, the overwhelming need to cum urging you on. You didn’t question him, simply reaching over to the coffee table to grab the device, answering it. 

“Yeah?” You put him on speaker. 

Seven’s eyes were cut, focusing on the conversation while pounding you. He gripped your waist tightly, stifling a moan. 

“Sorry I couldn’t make it. I don’t know, I don’t think we should be seeing each other anymore.” 

Your heart dropped at his words and your stomach churned. 

“Fuck yeah,” Seven moaned loudly, throwing his head back. His hands travelled lower, gripping your ass while his cock hit the hilt of your pussy over and over again. You were so close, almost there. 

“Who’s that?” Akira squeaked. 

“No one,” you moaned out, forgetting to even hold back by now. 

“Tell him. Tell him how good you feel. Go ahead, naughty girl. Tell him.” 

You felt more tears well in your eyes, fresh liquid dripping to your damp cheeks. 

“I feel so good, Seven. Please fuck me. Harder, please. So close. I’m gonna cum. Please,” you managed to get out, fucking yourself on his cock while holding the phone in your hand. Ever thrust felt like energy being launched into your body, electricity shocking you each time your pussy clenched on his cock, walls constantly being jabbed at. It felt so good. You were almost there. One more thrust. 

“I want you to feel good. Want you to feel so fucking good. Do you feel good? You feel good with my cock inside you? Yeah?” 

“Yeah. Gonna cum, Seven. Close.” 

“Okay. That’s okay. Go ahead, I’m close too, pretty girl.” By now, Akira had hung up, his own heart dropping to his feet as well. As long as he understood how you felt, it was okay. You were fine. You’d be fine like this. 

He sped up, sporadically whimpering sweet nothings as he pounded you through your orgasm, pussy fluttering around his length while you came, cum coating his dick. Seven screamed out, burying himself to the hilt inside of you while he came, shooting his load into your gaping heat. He collapsed on top of you, both of your breathing uneven. 

“Good. That was good,” you found a way to croak out, releasing your grip on his waist. He didn’t respond, only kissing your sweaty neck. 

“Good girl.” He said, cock still buried inside of you. You flushed at the nickname, whimpering. He waited again to speak when you’d both caught your breath, bodies still, simply enjoying the presence of the other. The television was still on, the movie was over now. It had probably been over for a while. 

“Maybe it's not the right time for this, but can I take you out next week?

#luciel x reader #luciel x mc #707 x mc #707 x reader #saeyoung x reader #707 smut #saeyoung smut #mystic messenger #mystic messenger smut #mystic messenger x reader #mystic messenger x mc #mystic messenger fanfic #mystic messenger oneshot #saeyoung choi #707mc #mysme luciel #mysme seven #mysme 707 #seven x mc #seven x reader

[vanosslirious]

BBS Dialogue Prompts #102

BBS Dialogue & Sentence Starter Prompts: [12]

VANOSSGAMING

I thought about it!

You're here with us, what are you talking about?

Because they're blocking the door.

We have to be here.

I was here when he found it.

You sounded so elegant.

This looks very familiar.

Was the traffics bad or what?

Who are we waiting for?

I haven't seen this thing in a long time.

No, why did we do that?

What are you doing, collecting money over there?

Ah, I dropped the gun.

These are my presents.

I see you're doing well.

This is a cool helicopter.

Look at his picture, he's a Captain!

There's a new villain in town.

Is that your name, is that your official name?

Thanks for the car, bitch.

TERRORISER

That was delightful.

You're awfully quiet now.

And now he's dead.

Just trust me, I'm your leader.

No, get up, soldier, get up!

I was doing so well.

I...got a new toy.

I had to kill him, alright, I don't give a fuck, as long as it was him.

No, no, that was clearly me.

It sounds logical when he says it.

DAITHI DE NOGLA

This is a straight up kill on two lovers.

You don't deserve my help.

Now we can think logically.

I just want to kill him!

Ah, that's the beautiful face I love to see.

It never stopped me before.

It's irrelevant.

No, I'm doing a bit of recycling.

I'm sure you can remember one card, my dude.

I need a good look at this.

MOO

We're working on it.

I can hack their drone.

How did I not see that?

We're all going to die, that's what we're doing.

We're not zombies.

I'm the only one who hasn't seen it.

I feel left out.

How did this get in here, it's bent.

I know exactly what you're going to show him.

Maybe we give it to the manager.

H2ODELIRIOUS

I was here first, you fuck.

I'm the most innocent here.

What are you screaming for?

I knew I was going to end up in one of these places one day.

I don't want to be here.

I'm sure I can't walk near that guy, or he'll beat the shit out of me.

Do any of these doors open?

Sir, are you alive?

Get the fuck back!

No, you're not going to eat me, motherfucker.

WILDCAT

Oh, bitch, mine's getting loaded, you better kill me quick.

Pull the trigger, you bitch!

Keep me alerted, I want to be there.

Alright boys, it might be time.

Oh, fuck, we're getting burned!

How the fuck did you live, you were standing completely on that.

I did a thorough examination of the building and I know the way I can sneak in now.

Between the two of us, we should be able to kick this guy's ass, but it's not going too well.

I apparently also have a new toy.

I'm actually going to die to it.

BASICALLYIDOWRK

Did it actually disappear?

Are we allowed to shoot people at all?

Can I run them over in a car?

So, it's frowned upon.

Why haven't you bled out yet?

You guys got it, I believe in you.

Ask me if I care.

Shoot me again! You can't, cause you're fucking dead!

You got everybody in the lobby to hunt, and you chose me, that's funny.

Ah! We're already dying!

PUFFER

I'm taking this with me to my grave.

You make it impossible to want to play this.

Get mad at me, I don't care.

Hey, you're fucking banned, what the fuck is that?

I got one hit with the throwing knife.

We're toxic!

That's a lot of people, man!

They're playing red light-green light.

I gotta look at this, hold on.

One person died on the truck.

FOURZER0SEVEN

The game’s over already?

Wait, is it a flame crossbow?

What the fuck are you saying?

Can you come back to me, please!

I'm willing to die to kill these kids.

Shut the fuck up, you failed double killing bitch.

You saved my life!

That doesn't save you, dumbass.

We weren't even there!

Well, nothing else makes sense.

KRYOZ

Come on, eat it for me, eat it for me.

Maybe I'm digging a hole of uncertainty, I don't know.

You’re really going to overpower me like that?

Why isn’t it not hitting you?

That’s the luckiest shit ever.

We can try again, I still feel like I wasn’t even fully ready.

I wasn’t ready.

That doesn't clear up any questions.

There's a lot of potential over here.

Good thing I missed.

SMII7Y

We should run a test.

I don't know if these keys help me in anyway.

Let's see what happens.

What's the point of the keys then?

I'm losing the brain.

Maybe I'm overthinking it.

This is just a test, no pressure.

I've been hired to get a safe.

I'll let the police crack this.

I busted my ass for this bullshit to not get arrested, and I had enough.

BYZE

Fuck, every time.

You let it dry first.

You’re coming with me.

Why me, I walked into that.

You prick!

Get off me!

I don't deserve this.

That worked out fine for me.

Wow, this looks amazing.

Make it count, baby.

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[poundstonaira]

Solid x Reader - Barely Bothered

A/N- so basically like I noticed that I don’t post anything on this blog at all so...yikes. If anyone likes Solid then this is a one shot for you.

Word Count: 2046

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“Goodbye.” I say nonchalantly as the silver haired boy asked me to be his girlfriend for the fifth time today I believe. Ever since I was accepted into this squad, the Captain’s younger brother has been obsessed with me, he’s always trying to spark a conversation with me, always stalking me when I go to my room, always admiring my body and how slim thick I am, and always asking me multiple questions.

I honestly don’t know why he is so obsessed with me, I’m not annoyed by it since I’m barely bothered by anything in general and I always mind my business and ignore things that I find irrelevant or stupid- but this? This is fucking dumb.

“Why are you saying goodbye? You know I’m going to keep following you until you say yes. You’ll just have to submit to me in the end anyways.” I hear Solid snicker from behind me, following me.

I just want to know...Why do people like this exist? I groan to myself as I walk a bit faster down the hallway.

“Oh? Why are you walking faster? Do you really that’ll keep me away from you?” I hear him smirk from behind me, his footsteps getting louder. I really want to RUN away but that will make me look like a scaredy cat and my room is right around the corner. This isn’t good.

Damn. What should I do? I think to myself as I sweatdrop. I really hope someone is at the corner to stop him or this could get really ugly for me or him.

As I finally turn the corner, I see the Captain waiting at my door. 

Yes! Finally somebody strong enough to get me away from this weirdass boy.

“Hello, Sir Nozel. How can I help you?” I greet him, walking towards him. I turned around to see Solid still following me but, when he saw Nozel, he started walking way slower and his expression wasn’t like the sadistic one he had earlier; it was more gentle and innocent, like a little kid.

He wasn’t acting like that when he was stalking me. What a scaredy cat.

Nozel does nothing but stare at me until he notices his little brother right from behind me. “Solid, I’ll need you as well.” He says to his little brother as Solid stands next me.”

Shit. I hope this isn’t about Solid chasing me around the hallways. If it is, it’s Solid’s fault.

“What did I want to say?” Nozel asks me as I give him a poker face. Didn’t he just come at my door for something? Wasn’t he going to say something to us?

“Yes, you were standing at my door for something, weren’t you?” I responded as Solid stood there, daydreaming.

“Oh, that’s right. The two of you will be going on a mission together.”

HUH?

I stood there, my mouth agape, my eyebrows raised and my eyes squinted in pure disgust, while Solid just had a sadistic smile spread across that annoying face of his while staring at me with eyes of pure malice. God. I hate this fucking squad. I should’ve just picked the Crimson Lion Kings and I wouldn’t ever be in this predicament. 

“Could you repeat that, please?” I pleaded, hoping that he messed up what he said and that it was only me going on the mission.

“I said_ you and Solid_ will be going on a mission together tomorrow in the morning.” Nozel responded slowly, making sure I understood every word he said so he doesn’t repeat himself

Welp, there goes my dignity, my pride, my happiness, and my personal space.

“Is that all?” I asked, looking down at the smooth, blue carpet floor with a look of sadness and lost hope.

“Yes.” That was all the Captain said before he walked away, leaving me with his crazy little brother.

“Well then. It looks like I’ll be claiming you as mine tomorrow. Get ready to be owned tomorrow, Y/N.” Solid sadistically grinned as he ruffled my hair, I quickly moved his hand away from me.

“Please, do me a favor and shut up. I think the world would be a better place if you spoke less nonsense and more common sense.” I snapped back as I walked towards my room and slammed the door, leaving Solid all alone in the hallway. I heard him laugh as he walked away, probably think of all the lovely things that he would do to me in the near future.

I just hope that I don’t wake up tomorrow…

Next Day!

It was the next day and I had just finished getting ready for the day and the mission…

Shit. I shouldn’t have woken up. That is a mistake I’ll regret.

I forgot I had the mission with that annoying fool today. I probably won’t get the chance to ignore him...Damn it! 

I slouched as I unlocked the door of my room, I walked outside to see Solid and his annoying sister, Nebra who was snickering behind her hand like it was no man's business. I really hate her with all my heart and that dumb, and crazy hairstyle doesn’t make it better. Who told her that that horrible excuse of a hairstyle on her head looked good? Not me.

“Morning.” I yawn, not paying the two any eye contact. I see Solid walk in front of me as he then puts his hands on my shoulders, making me stand up properly and an annoyed expression plastered on my face. This is totally making me break my character, I’m not the type of person to show that I’m annoyed, pissed, or happy but this boy right here is just making me not myself.

“That isn’t a proper way to greet your future boyfriend, Y/N.” The said boy groans as his hands move from my shoulders to my lower back. I cringed at the feeling as I still avoided eye contact with Solid as I looked at the blue carpet. “I was expecting you to greet me properly, not like any random peasant.” I heard the silver-haired boy groan as he pushes me into his chest making me let out a little gasp.

Just what the fuck is he doing? Why is he trying to hug me?

I heard his older sister let out an ugly laugh as she always does. She really pisses me off, she pisses me off more than Solid does and that is a shocker. But you can’t really be surprised because she is a royal and she doesn’t know how to do her hair properly so… there's that.

“Me and you are going to have fun today. Got that?” I heard Solid sadistically chirp as I tried to free myself from his embrace. I’m not even making any process getting out of his arms… he isn’t even that muscular and I’m having trouble getting out of his skinny ass arms… Just what kind of strengths do these royals have!? 

“To hell with that. Let me go. Now.” I demand with no tint of anger in my voice, still struggling with his embrace.** **

“Why should I when the hottest person in the entire squad is in my arms, hmm?” My face erupted into flames the moment the bastard said “hottest”. I’ve completely had enough of his obsessive behavior and Nebra’s ugly laughing. This needs to end, there should be no reason why he is holding me in his arms.

I finally break out of Solid arms, making him groan at me.

“Why’d you let go? That was my first time showing you affection, you know?” Solid snapped at me. I didn’t care, he just needed to know that I was barely bothered by him liking me but he has taken it too far today and on this mission, I won’t let him take advantage of my emotionless persona. 

“If you forcing me into a tight hug is showing your way of loving me, then maybe this will show you how much I love you.” I sighed as I walked closer to him, close to his face, I felt his minty breath on my face and had a great view of the blush spreading across his cheeks. I lean and give him a full kiss on the lips.

I felt his smirk on my lips as I leaned in more. I heard Nebra gasp from behind me but I didn’t give damn, what mattered is that I could get Solid to shut the fuck up for the day.

“Oh? So you do love me…” Solid muttered viciously between the breathtaking kisses I gave him. I slid my arms around his neck, making him lean towards me a bit more, his arms slid to my lower back.

If I’m being honest, I’m not really trying to kiss him. I’m just trying to get him to pass out so I can go on the mission alone and call it a day. 

Nebra can take care of him. I don’t really care about him. Honestly. I’m only doing this so I can have a peaceful day and go back to bed. Simple as that.

The silver-haired boy licks my lip for an opening in my mouth which was a big mistake on his part. Since my tongue is really long, I could use that to my advantage to make him choke. I opened my mouth and slid my tongue into his mouth. I heard him let out a little moan, I slipped my tongue deeper into his mouth but not so deep that he could choke- not yet.

“Y/N… it feels amazing but… I… can’t breathe…” I heard Solid moan out breathlessly, his face flushed and his grip tightening. I felt bad but, this is what he asked for. I didn’t want any of this if I’m being completely honest.

I fully connected his lips as I ignored what he just breathed out, completely cutting off his space for air. His gasps for air got more and more desperate as I just kept on suffocating him with my tongue. I felt Solid’s face sweating and his face getting a bit purple, his grip on my lower back weaker.

“Y/N, what are you doing!? You're going to kill him!” I ignore Nebra’s pleas for me to stop suffocating him.

Eh. She’s right but, I really don’t care. He is a royal and he can get the best healthcare in the Kingdom, he’ll be fine.** **

I hold onto him for a few more seconds before finally disconnecting my lips with his, coming with a string of saliva as well. As soon as I let go, the blue-eyed boy fell on the floor, completely out cold. I pant for a bit as I wipe my wet lips, seeing a bit of his saliva on my wrist. I raise my eyebrows at the fact that I just made out with the Captains little brother to the point he passed out. Well, at the end of the day, that was my goal.

Nebra ran over to him and saw his knocked out body, she then looked up at me and gave me a look of horror on her face. It was like I was a murderer getting ready to kill an innocent woman who just saw her husband die right in front of her because of me.

It looked so hilarious. It’s quite rare to see the Silva's in such a pathetic state like that and to be honest, it was quite enjoyable. Nebra could tell Nozel whatever she wants but, with my emotionless personality, to him it wouldn’t seem like I did such a thing. He would think that Nebra was doing her daily snitching on innocent people and ignore her as usual.

That was fun. I wonder what he is going to do when he wakes up and sees that I already left him. 

I walk away, leaving Nebra and her now unconscious brother all alone.

Solid Silva. What a funny name that I’m_** barely unbothered by.**_

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[melbee]

Electric Love

Chapter 1 

A David Lee Roth Fanfiction

To love is nothing...

To be loved is something..

To love and be loved in return is everything..

-anon

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September 1982

“I’m ready to quit this lame-ass job.” My best friend, Holly said as she flung her wet rag to the wall in the kitchen, an exasperated sigh leaving her lips as she made her way to the lockers in the back. She shuffled through her bag grabbing her pack of cigarettes. “I’m taking a smoke, are you on break yet?”

I diverted my eyes from my frazzled friend to the clock and nodded my head. “Just about, I’m sure he’ll spare me a few minutes.”

Holly laughed, “Don’t tell him, he might figure something out for himself.” She referred to our boss and manager at the diner we worked at. He was a bit of a heavier set man, with glasses way too big for his face, and a mind that suited his physical appearance. Let’s just say he was lacking in the common sense department.

I just laughed and shook my head, as I grabbed a glass of water from the sink, and followed my friend out to the back of the diner. It was dimly lit, only a singular bulb hung outside, making most of the front visible, but if you tried to look farther out into the bushes you couldn’t see a thing.

I heard the click of the lighter and watched a flame flicker from the corner of my eye as I turned my head. Holly now had a cigarette hanging loosely from her lips as she lit it, taking a long drag before leaning against the wall breathing out a funnel of smoke. “I don’t think at 23 we should be feeling as if we’re 50 and have nothing to lose anymore.”

I leaned against the wall too and looked at her solemnly. “Then why don’t we quit?” I asked her.

She finally looked at me with a grimace and shook her head. “Where would we go? What else is there for us? Or excuse me- what else is there for me? You’ve got that bachelor’s degree in art and design…”

I gave her a pointed look. “A degree I was foolish to get, I have nowhere to apply myself!” Raising my hands in the air. “I thought moving here would do something.” I watched as she grabbed a comb from the back pocket of her jeans, and started pulling at the tops of her hair and fluffing the bits at the end.

“Rosie, I think we both knew staying in Arizona, was not going to be a wise career choice,” she said as she laughed, taking another puff of her cigarette, gently tapping the ash away.

“That’s not true, they have wonderful historical art of civilizations that lived-”

“Rose, we’ve got deserts and old Hollywood cowboys, that art excuse is irrelevant,” Holly replied as she groaned, rubbing her temples. “You need to go where everyone goes.”

“Where’s that?” I asked accusingly. I was partially hurt by her outwardness about my decision to stay in my hometown, but I knew it was all in-kind spirit.

“Where do you think? California! The Mamas and the Papas sang about that damn state for a reason.” Holly spoke.

“California? I don’t know Hol… If everyone goes there, then why should I go? There are so many talented people there.”

“Because… you’re a talented babe! Everyone who’s scrapping the bottom in Hollywood and the sunset strip, ain’t got shit on you girl. You’re an actual artist, and you’re classy. Plus you’re smoking hot. And I’d say that’s a winning combo right there.” She said as she looked at me with a grin, coming off the wall. She stuck her cigarette into her lips as she grabbed her comb and start fixing my hair. “Plus, anybody would kill for your hair. You effortlessly have hair that every flat, spaghetti-stranded girls dream of!”

I smiled at her, beginning to giggle before I heard the bang of the door as it opened, and begrudgingly, our boss with his thick neck and wobbly feet, stumble towards the open air. He sniffed the air as if he was a pesty rodent, before turning his head and fixing his beady eyes at us.

“GIRLS! I’ve got a crowd coming in! Get off your ass! I don’t pay you lowly bitches for nothing!” He said as he muttered shrinking his eyes onto Holly who was still smoking.

Holly narrowed her eyes dropping her cigarette down to the floor as she began to speak, but I grabbed her hand to stop her. “We’ll be right in, come on Holly.”

He nodded his head before he waddled back inside, slamming the door shut.

I gave her a look and told her not to say a word as we both made our way back inside.

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“Are you sure you’ve got it Hol’?” I asked as we finally finished our shift at the diner, we had begun climbing down the steps toward the street when Holly remembered we had to lock up.

“I’ve got it, I have to put this into muscle memory anyways, after all my friends going to be a Hollywood sensation and I’ll be working till I’m 80.” She said as she snorted in amusement as she fumbled slightly with the keys before locking the door with a resounding click.

I rolled my eyes as she made her way to my side, shouldering her to stop her sarcastic comments. “That’s not true, after all, doesn’t the best friend always get the share of fame in the movies?”

Holly laughed as she wrapped her arm around my shoulder, “Not nearly enough as the protagonist, I think it’s better off if we sign a contract that I get 30%”

I gawked playfully. “30%! No way in hell!”

“Hey, it’s the best friend discount! I’ll split even with a solid 40% if you want.” She looked at me with a toothy grin, as I punched her arm. She pouted petting her shoulder in mock hurt. “Hey, you can’t do that remember? I bruise like a peach, my landlord will think I’m abused and alert the authorities.”

I laughed as we walked over to her car. I grabbed the door before stepping inside to the familiar smell of tobacco and lavender, “We’ll tell them your famous best friend will cover the costs.”

She buckled her seatbelt looking up to give me an approving look before laughing. “Now you’re starting to act like it. I’m proud.”

I rolled my eyes. “Holly, I was kidding. I just don’t know if I’m cut out for that kind of thing.”

Holly put the car in gear as we started heading down the road to my apartment, “Honestly Rose, do you want to spend the rest of your life here busing tables, bending over backward for people who don’t deserve it and wasting hard-earned time not doing what you love?”

I grew silent at what she had said. Honestly, I had no words, because I knew she was right. I wanted to make art through fashion, yet I lived in Arizona where statements of fashion have not been recommended since the turn of the century. Plus I had no other willingness for anything else, and I knew she was right; I had the tendency to be a bit of a pushover.

But I was working on it.

“Holly, it’s not that I don’t want to take that leap. I’m just-“

“Scared?” She replied as she turned the car onto the street where I lived, finally looking me in the eye with a face of concern. “The only thing we regret is the chances we didn’t take.”

She pulled into my apartment plaza, as she stopped near the entrance of the stairs, putting the car into park. She tapped her chipped fingernails on the steering wheel before she looked at me with a sigh. “Rose, I love you.. you know that right?”

I smiled as I nodded. I unbuckled my seatbelt, as I turned to face her, grabbing her hand in an attempt at comforting her.

She gave me a small smile as she played with my hands gently, smoothing each finger over one by one. “I was meaning to tell you this, but I just didn’t have the time..”

I gave her a confused look, and she sighed before releasing my hands and directing her eyes back to the front.

“Remember that time we helped that catering guy with the food at my cousin Vinny’s?”

I tilted my head in confusion before recognition grazed my face as I laughed in amusement. I distinctly remembered the summer we graduated we carried trays of wonderful, hot Italian food to tables, during a 100-degree dry spell. “Yeah, why?”

“Well, the catering guy happens to know a guy who lives in California. They’re close and well… Vinny is close to everybody so he’s gotten to know the guy and all.. well apparently he’s this designer in Pasadena or some shit. Anyways.. he’s looking for somebody to help him..”

It suddenly dawned on me what she was trying to say. “You mean..?”

She whipped her head toward mine as she looked at me with a bright smile, “Remember what I said about getting your ass out of this dry place?”

I laughed as I put a hand to my mouth, I was speechless. “I- Holly.. this is… How can I do this? What will I do? Where will I stay-“

“Rosie, the guys’ got it all covered. I’ll just tell him you’re interested and you can talk to him.. I’ll give you his number. But this is it, Rosie. This is the higher heavens calling out to you. It’s time you win.”

I gave her an anxious look, my mouth frozen in place, before spacing out the window. I had only one question left. “What does the guy design?”

“Outfits.”

I gave her a confused look, “For who?”

I watched as a wide smile appeared on Holly’s face before she bit her lip slightly.

“Rockstars.”

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#david lee roth #vanhalen #fanfiction #david lee roth fanfiction #80s #80s fashion #classic rock

[pangtasias-atelier]

The Goddess's Judgement Part 1

Randomly remembered this idea that I wrote of around 5 years ago before deleting it off the face of the internet so I wanted to at least write something about it. Beginning feels like a crack fic but attempted seriously lol. But I mean, this would never happen considering the characters but it's for the idea even if it's just a simple, "everyone's fat" idea. I just always feel that there has to be at least a somewhat plausible reason, even if that reason is silly or would never happen.

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"I shall pass down my judgement to save them from themselves," eyes baring no emotion, Ashera readies her magic the tower beginning to shine.

"Wait!" A voice yells in Ashera's head, her other half Yune. "We were awoken by the Galdr of Release,"

"And what of it, the Beorc and the Laguz waged war upon each other,"

"Lehran caused this war," Ashera's face not emoting, she looks down at the kneeling Lehran.

"Is what Yune says true?"

"Yes, my goddess. Th-"

"Enough," Ashera interrupts, her magic currently halted.

"Beorc and Laguz failed us, Ashera. That much is true. But did they really have a chance against Lehran? We must take pity on them," Yune urges.

"If they had fallen prey to their own idiocy, then I would have started anew. But if Lehran kindled the flames of war, then the blame rests not solely on them. They shall receive yet another chance,"

"Then-"

"But, they still need changes. Both the Beorc and the Laguz are far too disobedient. For there to be order, they must be more docile. I conclude this judgement without your analysis, Lehran,"

"Forgive me my goddess," Lehran remains motionlessly kneeling.

"If you wish to save them from my original judgement, Yune, then you will enter the Tower of Guidance within a day. This shall require the both of us,"

"Of course," Rushing forward in her corporeal form, Yune wastes no time in arriving at the Tower of Guidance. Lehran keeps his face pointed at the ground even once Yune arrives, his plan a failure.

"Follow my lead, Yune. With our judgement, we shall save them from themselves,"

"What is the judgement, Ashera?"

"If they lust over battle and warfare, we shall change them. With this judgement, they will be too fat to worry about such things," No room for argument, Ashera begins chanting. Yune soon follows her lead, not willing to lose the only chance she has at saving the Beorc and Laguz.

"If I may speak my godesses," Lehran interjects. "There is a concerning issue pertaining to the Begnion Senate that should not go unpunished,"

"You may have lied to me, but your opinion is important, Lehran. If you believe these members to be vile, then I shall investigate," Finished speaking, Ashera and Yune prepare.

The battle still raging, no one knows the incoming change to their life. A couple moments after, a sense of unease spreads throughout the army; multiple soldiers, Beorc and Laguz alike, begin to lower their weapons and revert respectively.

The entire battle halted, everyone stands awkwardly, unsure of what to do. Looking around, their senses indicating to look at the sky, a bright flash suddenly appears; the beam explodes on the ground, enveloping the entire battle and spreading past it.

The explosion and light fading away, the confusion continues, nothing happening. The fighting remains on hold, no one raising a weapon.

A dropped lance is the first sign, the Daein soldier placing a hand on his stomach. A bulging stomach pops out his armor, the straps ripping off as he tosses a shield to the floor. Thighs widening, the moderately loose pants tighten, the white fabric clinging as each thigh grow. Stance widening, he no longer resembles that of a soldier. Now much wider, the simple act of standing is more strenuous than before. Huffing, he freaks out.

"The laguz! They-" Pointing a finger at his enemies, the Daein soldiers panic. Their panic subside upon the Laguz's growth, the Daein soldier no longer the only one.

The pointed at cat Laguz is the second to grow. Lithe, skinny body typical of them replaces itself with a larger one. His lack of armor serves as a boon, the loose clothing able to support his growing form. The wide pants don't hide his growing rear, his ass burgeoning as weight piles onto it. Thighs squishing together, the pants withstand his new weight. While his upper form receives less padding, the strap across his waist rips immediately, his bulging stomach pushing against his shirt. Tired, he sits down on the floor, his body grateful for the rest.

No longer a clear culprit, the armies panic again. The panic continues to fester as more of the soldiers follow the example of the two original victims. Growing out, the sound of weapons dropping, grunts, and clothes ripping fill the area instead of fighting. A variety of sizes, no one escapes their judgement. The smallest after the growth all have decent sized guts, exercising back to their normal weight requiring far more than a year's time. And they are the smallest, some men even nearing immobility as they rest and pant on the floor, their clothes torn to shreds. With drastic differences in size, that is not the only thing different, some having varied distribution of their newly added fat. Some having asses meant to destroy chairs and even tables while others grew a hill for a stomach.

On average, the Laguz were slightly larger, more fat needed to impede their great strength. The tiger Laguz are the largest, having the highest percentage of near immobile cases. The cats and hawks are smaller in return, their typical nimbleness removed with such puffed out forms.

The Beorc have a wider variety, an even amount of people being on the smaller scale -well what is considered smaller now- and people near immobile.

Everyone's weapons now thrown aside, the majority of them rest, the smaller ones walking around. Soon, the cacophonous sound of people's stomachs rumbling fills the air. Differences aside, Beorc and Laguz help each other up, everyone waddling back to their camps to eat.

Watching it all a top a hill is Skrimir. Eyes furrowed, he growls as he sees his fellow Laguz quit fighting. Unaffected, he doesn't move, unsure of what to do. Heavy footsteps heading his way, Skrimir sniffs the air. Smelling Beorc, he turns around.

Pelleas's now extremely heavy form walks up the hill. Sweat perspiring on his forehead, Pelleas sighs as he collects his breath. Within the immediate area, Pelleas had also grown. Out of the Beorc, Pelleas was the largest one present, his stomach cascading down to his knees. A bulbous face overtaken by bulging cheeks. His clothes torn, he uses his cloak to cover his front, a blush perpetually on his face as he swings one meaty thigh past another, his sagging stomach and moobs swaying with each step.

"I've come to offer a treaty," Pelleas huffs, placing a meaty hand on his stomach as he catches his breath.

"Why now?" Skrimir barks. Why can't Ranulf be here he thinks. Trying to be peaceful is still too new to him.

"The Begnion Senate held leverage over Daein; we were unable to defy their orders. But now, the curse controlling us is gone," Tiredly lifting his fat arm to show it, the blood curse no longer appears. "Daein has no wish to continue fighting the Laguz Alliance,"

Skrimir glares at Pelleas. Finding nothing but nervousness from the king, he sighs. "Then I'll speak to the king for a treaty,"

"Thank you! I'm sure-" Pelleas quiets as he hears Skrimir's stomach let out a concerning growl.

The effect now reaching Skrimir, he balloons out as well. Skrimir's clothes tear instantly, his body far too big for them. Groaning, Skrimir pushes his stomach back in as he growth further. Guessing incorrectly, his ass shoots out behind him, his loose kilt ripping. Legs growing further apart, one extra growth spurt is enough to send Skrimir to the floor. His immense fat jiggling, Skrimir breathes heavily as he continues growing further. The snow offers a decent padding as he widens and fills out, thighs becoming increasingly larger as his stomach envelops them. No one growing past immobility proves wrong as Skrimir's growth ends. His Herculean muscle now hidden, even that isn't enough to lift himself up. Huffing and gasping, Skrimir puts a hand on the ground. He can't even get slightly off the ground, his weight too cumbersome.

"Help me!" Skrimir struggles, his fat shaking all over.

Obeying, Pelleas hesitates for a moment, wondering where to grab. He grabs Skrimir's mitt sized hand, each sausage finger stuck together. Giving a pull offers no help, Skrimir stuck on the floor. Letting go, Pelleas tumbles to the floor as well. Smaller than Skrimir, and less gifted in his rear, the snow is a very welcome padding as he lands. Struggling, Pelleas gets back up, the cold irrelevant as he sweats from the exertion.

"Get help," Skrimir gasps for air; his stomach growls soon after. "Get food first," He corrects.

Pelleas finds himself agreeing as he rubs his growling stomach. On the way back to camp, Pelleas announces the treaty and end of Daein's participation in the war. Multiple cheers resound, several people offering Pelleas food, most of it now gone. He happily accepts it all, grabbing it for himself and for Skrimir.

Those not on the battlefield find themselves in the same predicament.

Tibarn incessantly flaps his wings, his bulk far too heavy to be lifted off the ground. His jacket meant to show his rippling abs and huge pecs, the clothing no longer exists, torn to shreds by Tibarn's gargantuan stomach, the mound pinning Tibarn's legs.

"Naesala! I'll rip your wings!" He shouts as he once again unsuccessfully gets up.

"I didn't do this! If I did, do you think I'd be affected you sack of lard?" Not as large as his fellow bird king, Naesala is still massive. Most of his weight went towards his rear unlike Tibarn, and unlike Tibarn, Naesala was still mobile. Unfortunately, in his search for help, he wedged himself in the door, his ass refusing to budge.

"Say that to my face," Finally lifting himself off the ground, Tibarn grunts as he keeps flapping. A couple inches is all he can rise up, Tibarn's body crashing back down, shaking the floor.

The tremor is exactly what Naesala needs, his ass finally free upon the door cracking from the tremor. "Well, I guess I can now...." Naesala freezes at Tibarn's massive form. "Perhaps in a bit," Abandoning the immobile Tibarn who yells at Naesala, Naesala waddles his way to the kitchens. His stomach and noise guiding him correctly, he finds it heavily packed. Other Laguz already inside, none of the them pay him any attention as he grabs food, all moving to the side upon seeing Naesala's larger form. All seemingly having forgotten Naesala's betrayal in favor of focusing on eating.

Grabbing a large platter of assorted cheeses and meats, most of the food already gone, Naesala heads back.

Upon seeing Naesala's return, Tibarn struggles again to get help, refusing help from him.

"I didn't get help, but I got something that'll help us,"

"Food is the last thin-" Tibarn muffles as Naesala shoves the food into his mouth. Pathetically flapping his wings and barely having the energy to fly onto Tibarn's stomach, Naesala sweats.

"It will help me to get you to shut up," Sneaking portions for himself, Naesala keeps feeding Tibarn whenever he speaks.

The initial area is only the beginning, Ashera's judgement soon spreading across Tellius. The Beorc experience it first, Crimea, Daein and Begnion. Afterwards, the Laguz: Gallia, Phoenicis, Kilvas and eventually Goldoa and even Hatari, none escaping their judgement.

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Definitely will be continued, I just wanted to get this portion instead of having it all in one. Typical "world is fat au" but it's an oldie but a goodie.

#fat emblem #male weight gain #male wg #feeder emblem #my writing #this was a slog to write but also really fun #I'm awful at writing rapid growth #i should look up stuff for it #fat!tellius #fat!tibarn #fat!naesala #fat!pelleas #fat!skrimir #ssbhm

[honestsycrets]

Bridal Price VII: Everything Changes

↳ vikings universe

❛ pairing | hvitserk/reader

❛ word count | 2824

❛ genre | angst and some humor

❛ summary | Vaði helps hvitserk woo his wife.

❛ warnings | pathetic hvitserk, break ups, some violence, character death, flames, probably toasty hvitserk

His heart felt as empty as it ever had. Yes, he drowned his sorrows in a pitcher of booze. Women… they just didn’t appeal to him like they used to. Before he would have gladly fallen into any woman’s arms, fat or thin, regardless of the circumstance after a break up. It had officially been months and months of begging and asking you to take him back.

Day in and out he nursed this tiresome headache pulsing like an axe to the front of his head. In fact just like the time that Ivar ran his ass down with his wagon. At least he grew into that painful little scar in the middle of his forehead where he took a sharp rock. Here it was as if his heart was in a constant split.

“I can’t do this anymore.” Revna grinds against his arm, those luscious tits he bragged so much about against his muscles. God, she was beautiful with those big tits he could usually fuck his worries into. But after the fuck she would go on her way to the next man like clockwork. She pours him another cup.

“You’re just drunk.” She rolls her doe like eyes at him.

“It’s not because I’m drunk.” He slurs, but confidently so as he throws back another cup of ale. Then yanking his arm from her, he sneers to her. “I fucking love her and I lost her in a sea of fucking pussy.”

Revna bats her eyelashes at him as unmoved as they come. She calmly takes his cup from him, filling herself his drink. “You lost her because you’re a dumbass.” Revna takes the ale in one long drink, narrowing her eyes at him. “It’s no wonder you’re the least special out of Ragnar’s sons.”

As she slams the cup onto the heavy oak table, Hvitserk’s lip is tight between his teeth. She had a point-- he was a dumbass. Who would turn down a beautiful woman like her? Hvitserk, obviously. As he shoves the plate off of his table, he could have seen the look on his mother’s face. How she would rush out, stop and then drop her arms in disappointment. Figures shift before him and he’s so sure that it is his mother standing in front of him. But when he looks up, its nothing of the sort.

“You should have kept her.” The man’s voice, buttery. “She could have made a good wife with the two of you cheating upon one another anyway.”

In place of his mother, Vaði stood there with his broad shoulders covered by a dirty brown fur. A drawn out sigh creeps out from Hvitserk’s lips.

“She’s not the right one.” He says.

“Now we care about the right one?” Vaði straightens out the fur on his shoulders. In his wrong mind, he questions how bad it would really be to crack his axe into the earl’s gut. After a brief, silent stint he decides to press on.

“Talk short, why are you here?” He reasons that enough men and women alike have come to take pity on his wounded heart. Vaði might also, dropping his hand to the pommel of his sheathed blade.

“To tell you (Y/N) is looking at her suitors. Geir and I too.”

His heart pangs with longing. God he longed for the days that he did not have to worry about such things. Why? Because you only had eyes for him and no one more. He lacks a response yet again. Vaði takes his silence as a sign of defeat.

“I thought you would want to fight for her.” He adds.

Hvitserk looks up to Vaði with a deadpan stare, squeezing and loosening his hand. It was his fault that he had lost his woman. Him and that stupid fur on his shoulders that had the women fawning and curiously gossiping about how his pants fit his cock.

“I have been fighting for months.” Hvitserk arrogantly nods his head in distaste. It wasn’t enough that he had been fighting you to not slam that door into his face but now, Vaði thought that he was not trying at all? Which was the greater insult? “She wants nothing to do with me. I would better try to awaken Gunnhild from her slumber.”

“If that is what you want.” Vaði sways, taking a step toward the doorway of the Great Hall. His last chance is walking out that door and against his pride, he lurches his hand out to grab Vaði’s wrist. Three times-- she turned him down more than three times. He couldn’t count the threats he had gotten. But if swallowing his pride and claiming that Vaði approached him about reclaiming your love rather than stalking you was reason enough, he’d take it.

“Wait.” He calls out, almost falling off of the bench. “Please, I need your help.”

Vaði turns, never comfortable with making a prince beg. He stands with his legs slightly apart, listening to the prince whose desperation hit a peak.

“She won’t listen to me alone. I’m desperate.” He manages to swing his legs over the side of the bench. Hvitserk places his elbows on his thighs before speaking yet again. “Help me get her back.”

“That is why I came.”

If it wasn’t him, you were picky.

Your bridal price was set purposefully high. After all, it was these hands that Hvitserk admired. You spun rich garments of beautiful hue and… if nothing else, you learned how to make love to a man. All you needed to do was be with child and that any good man would be able to set within your empty womb.

“What of the blacksmith?” Your eldest sister asks, her golden hair pinned up and covered. Newly married she was now taking over the keys of the home as the lady of the house. She married well. The farmer had impressive lands. They should have all been in their proper homes, taking care of their new households. This would mark the last garment that you would all make together before they went on their way.

“Or the fisherman!” Your other sister says.

“Ew, so (Y/N) can smell of fish? No, I say the blacksmith. His poetry, did you hear him?”

It was divine.

“Poetry alone a husband does not make, Alvida.” Your sister pipes off. “(Y/N) deserves to be pampered!”

Ugh, this was more work than it was worth. In the end none of these men would amount to your standards. They were not him. If they were not him… well… You tuck a lock of your hair behind your ear, cutting fabric with iron shears when your last of sisters speaks.

“What of Prince Hvitserk?” Ake bats her eyes innocently.

“What of him?” Alvida wiggles her finger. “He was pathetic! A cheater!”

“But he’s a prince!”

Does that mean that he would be able to have anything he wanted? For you to be the prince’s prize while he loves on all the side? You hate the thought of being someone else’s plaything. You had done that before. What… what did it get you? The only thing that it gave you was heartache never knowing who Hvitserk would pick in the end.

“But he broke up with Revna.”

“What?!” You snap unintentionally. Your sisters turn their heads toward you with wide eyes saying that they thought you knew. How could you know? You drop the fabric between your fingertips, padding away from your work. “He broke up with her?”

Ake slips out from her seat, shifting closer to you. Her fingers gently coerce you into turning around to look at her in her clear blue eyes. With a clearing of her throat, she finally speaks.

“He loves you, you know.” She slips behind you, letting her arms hold your waist with confidence. With her cheek against your back, you set your hand atop of hers. “Maybe he just didn’t know how to show it.”

That’s irrelevant. He wasn’t a young boy that you had to hold the hand of. If he really loved you… and really, really loved you, he should have shown it. Right? You wish that he still didn’t have this sort of power over you but… little by little you could break free of it and off him.

“Let’s finish the Queen’s dress.” You say. “I have to take it to her.”

“Write her something from the heart.” Vaði told him. Hvitserk was a bundle of nerves while clutching the iron stylus. His heart wasn’t telling him anything! Only that this stupid tablet wasn’t making any sense when he tried to put what he felt into word. He scratches his words in a set of runes--- only to get a vast eyeroll when Vaði read it.

“You are as bad at poetry as your father was said to be.”

Uggh. Hvitserk wasn’t made for this! He could romance any woman given a pitcher of ale and gentle touches but… to write poetry? This was something methodical! Aslaug came padding around the side of him in the Great Hall, sitting beside her son. Hvitserk glances up to her with a painful smile when she squeezed his shoulders.

“She is coming to bring me a new dress.” She informs him, pressing her cheek to his in a warm hug. His heart drops at last-- unable to deny the fact that this was him in knots. This could be one of his only chances.

“She may not be only yours.” Vaði reminds. “Geri has had suitors at his door since she left you.”

Suitors at the door. Just what Hvitserk needed-- a bunch of blue balled assholes to be bothering you in his place. He shakes his head, scratching at his tablet once again. There had to be something to the words that he can formulate into writing! Before the day’s end, Sigurd came to the table beside  Vaði and he. Mother served as a great serving ground for reciting poetry.

He could always tell when something really sucked when she hid behind her ale with that wolfish smile. Hvitserk could almost see his mischievous glint in her eyes, but then, it was always Ivar who made the best jabs at him.

Remember me, kitten,

And my body will remember you.

Love me again kitten,

And I’ll be all for you.

“That’s great.” He laughs. “If you were asking Freyja for sex in exchange for the brisinga-men.” He says flatly, raising his forehead in a line of wrinkles.

“Ivar!” The brothers click their tongues, throwing out noises of annoyance. They were so close to being done with this stupid poem!

“She’s coming.” Vaði steps into the Great Hall just as Hvitserk scratches something off of his board. He drops it from his fingers, running his hands over his braids to make sure that the strands were sitting down. The thrall that had rebraided his hair reassures him-- master, it looks handsome! He was not so sure.

Moments later you appear inside of the Great Hall’s entryway, a heavy flowing dress thrown over your arm. Aslaug sits back into her chair beside her sons. You gingerly walk forward, looking over all the boys that were clustered there. Even Ubbe who sits beside Hvitserk. He flips over his tablet, swinging his legs over the bench when you approach his mother.

“I’ve finished it. The… silk from England, it’s really lovely.” You say, holding it up so that she might see it. It is a moving piece in its rich blue hue. The arms and neckline are detailed in careful embroidery that must have taken some time to complete. Aslaug holds her cup in one hand and looks to Ivar for approval. He looks to it then nods his head.

“Nothing but the finest for our beautiful mother.” He agrees. You exhale a gracious breath, handing the dress off to the thrall that had been taking care of Hvitserk’s hair. As she filters out to the back, Aslaug reaches to pay you the weight of silver that she promised you. You slide the coins into a leather pouch and move past, almost flitting by when Hvitserk jumps up in front of you.

You’re ready for another one of his pleas. He would beg you to forgive him, insist that he knew your name and beg you to take him back. Maybe now he was only asking because he had no one but thralls to fuck his frustration into.

“(Y/N)!” Hvitserk holds his ground. From behind his mother Vaði encourages him on. The poem, he whispers. The one they worked on all night so that he might be able to woo you back into his arms! Hvitserk falters in his hand moments after a brief few awkward ‘uhs’ that slip from his lips. In the end his arms slacken by his side. “I… you... thank you.”

That was the most eloquent wooing you ever had. You blink sluggishly and join your hands together to form a weave. Damned be the gods, he didn’t try to stop you? It’s almost a soft, gentle approach to you as opposed to how fervently he had been trying to win you back into his arms. As you lift your hand to his shoulder, Bjorn comes in, slamming his pulsing red arm on the supporting beams of Kattegat’s magnificent hall.

“Vaði. Your uncle’s home is on fire.”

Fire. You bob by Hvitserk, the start of a run thrusting yourself into town where you knew that he was. Vaði joins with. Hvitserk doesn’t think twice of running after you, nor do his brothers. The serenity of the night was dissipated by the hot smoke wafting from your birth home. The closer you came to facing the home, the hotter the flames became. A roaring fire that anyone gathered around knows was not natural in nature. Natural flames could happen all the time. Like when Ake wanted to try on a flowing gown for a high lady and that lit aflame. From within the home, you can hear the fearful shrieks spilling out desperate in their nature..

“Ake!” You shout, moving closer to the warm flames that heat your skin right the hell right up. Vaði thrusts you back against his men that are not helping. Some of the men rush for water-- but Vaði’s men kick at the door to open it.

Blocked.

“Use your axe!” Vaði pushes through the cluster with his own axe, hacking at the door in berserker like fury. Nevermind the fact that the screams are becoming all the more still… all the more quiet. Bits of the door knock off, but its not solely by his own axe. Hvitserk’s too. It gives away to a home that is nearly falling apart. The earl and prince push forward in mechanical motion forgetting all else. It is one thing to know that your family is there-- inside smoldering alive.

“Hvitserk!”

But worse was knowing what family was left was pushing in alongside them. Time ticks by slowly. As if you are Loki pained by the poison of a snake awaiting Ragnarok. Inside of the home, its smokey. Hvitserk can barely see one way or another, neither can his other brothers. A beam crushes who he finds to be Alvida with his shirt raised over his mouth. Upon the other side of her, he recognizes another one of your sisters, who has impaled herself on a spear.

Ake-- that’s who is left. The smog clogs up his lungs and causes him to hack. Just to the right of Alvida is Geir, pinned by some heavy oak beam that won’t give to his burning hands. Inches from his fingertips, Ake is passed out.

“Take… care of her.” Geir makes out between rippling coughs, groaning in his pain. Vaði looks to his cousin, barely breathing, sweeping her up. There is no other way around saving the old man so Hvitserk nods in his response, exchanging a look between your father only an instant before they’re forced back out of the home.

Hvitserk wishes that he hadn’t even come out of that smoldering house alive when he sees you again. By Vaði’s side, he tears the ashy dress from your sister’s body to rid her of any flames that cling onto the threads that are being eaten up. A few healers come forward with those caring for the medical needs of those affected by the fire, sweeping her up away from the fray of the moment.

“Father?” You look to Hvitserk, begging him with those beautiful eyes to tell him something good. As if he hadn’t gone in there only to fail to bring out your precious family of sisters and one lone father. Vaði calls out your name, rushing with the healers out to an open home to heal your only remaining sister. If she was even alive.

There was a reason Hvitserk only surfaced once.

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[asliceofmadness]

Family Business

Wiz was pounding on the door, barely supporting his cousin when Ellysandra opened the door and cleared the table. “Wiz, you idiot! She’s a part of the family, but she’s not A PART of the family yet! We’re only engaged.” “That’s irrelevant right now, dumbass. She’s the only nurse that’s not gonna rat us out and we both know she can patch you up.”

Elly looked to the pair, “First, Doctor. Second, it was a family business matter? Fuck guys, come on. Where’d he get shot?” She gestured for them to come in as she cleared the table and went to a bedroom for Sin’s patch up bag.

“I got shot in the left side. Love handle. No exit wound,” Sin called out to his fiance.

Wiz raided the liquor cabinet, “Need a drink cuz?” “What I need is not to get blasted by a fucking rat. That’s why the whole thing went sideways! I told you we couldn’t trust his ass.” “What? Flames? Yeah, well, you got him didn’t you?” “Clean up crew is gonna have a fun time.”

Just then Elly came back, “Thanks for leaving this here. You know this is gonna hurt right?” “Shock is one hell of a drug, ma’am. Let’s just get it over with.” “Wiz?” Elly looked over to the other cousin, “give him your belt. Then stay out the way.” “My Belt? Really?” Wiz looked to Elly which she very quickly shut down any protests with the daggers hidden in her gaze. “Fine, here cuz,” Wiz replied as he took off his belt and handed it to Sin. Sin folded it and put it in his mouth to bite down on.

Elly cutaway Sin’s shirt around the wound, and poured some alcohol on the site to clear some of the blood away. That coerced a groan from Sin. “Yeah yeah, next time don’t get shot and we won’t have any issues, babe.” The next step was a retraction, for which she pulled out a glorified pair of tweezers and looked into the wound. “Hey Wiz, do me a favor?” Wiz gulped and grabbed the light, adjusting it to where she could see better. “Okay, maybe your cousin isn’t as dumb as he acts,” Elly laughed as she fished out the bullet from Sin’s side. 

Wiz rolled his eyes, faking offense with an exacerbated sigh. “Wanna see a magic trick?” Elly looked over, “If you’re referencing the thing you do with fire, we do need to stop further bleeding. Luckily it missed anything important. Stopped just shy of some bone.” “That’s all I needed.”

Sin let out a deep breath and gusts of air that sounded like objections, but Wiz was already cauterizing the wound. He damn near bit through the belt. “And... Ta-Da! There we go,” Wiz clapped his hands while admiring of his handiwork.

Sin pulled the belt out and brandished it as a weapon like he was upset with his cousin. He made an attempt to swing on him, but Elly stopped him mid-swing and took the belt. “You’re gonna go ahead and calm down, and go easy. We can go to your dad later, love. Wiz, you should probably make it to Kat.”

“Good thinking, Thanks Ell, make sure that he doesn’t hurt himself any worse,” Wiz commented as he left. 

“So, there was a rat on your job? I can have my people look into it,” Elly offered.  Sin shook his head, “Not yet. I’ll have Dari look into it. Thanks for patching me up, baby.” “Yeah, yeah. Let’s minimize gunshots from now on, that sound good? I don’t need to perform a whole ass surgery on my dining room table.” “Understood. Is the shower open?” “Sin, if this is a ploy to get me to help you, it’s gonna work. Come on.” Elly positioned herself under Sin’s weak side, and they made their way down the hall.

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[vanderlindemangofarm]

Embers (Black Belle)

Well, I finally managed to finish this. I found the dialogue quite challenging, and I do hope it feels believable. I also hope that this is in-character for Belle, given how little screen time she has in the game. It’s been a bit of a journey, and I won’t lie, a lot of this hit home in a big way for me so I’m nervous about posting it. But I hope you enjoy. Reblogs and feedback are greatly appreciated!

I’m dedicating this to my lovely friend @anniesburg 💕 

Summary: After over two decades on the run, Maybelle “Black Belle” Elizabeth Colter reunites with an old flame, Tess. Spending one last night together for old times sake seemed like such a good idea, but tensions need to be addressed, and the passing of time accepted. 

Category: Angst. Pretty much just pure angst.  

Warnings: None per se, but an overall theme of a relationship that couldn’t work out partially due to homophobia. If you think it may upset you, please don’t read. 

Pairing: Black Belle x OFC 

Word count: 1,995

Twenty years. Twenty goddamn years. How was she here again? How had it still come to this?

Valentine hadn’t changed all that much. She guessed it never would, no need.  

She envied her fellow punters, toppling over each other, dancing, singing, clenching their fists and grabbing at air. The saloon felt like thick treacle – stifling. This is why she avoided them these days. Too many people, and not a brain cell between them. Maybelle stifled a bitter snort of laughter by taking a gulp of whiskey. She never noticed the burn of liquor anymore, which was a crying shame. This evening had an edge that she could really do with taking off.

She had sent the letter several weeks prior and although she hadn’t expected a reply, it would still have been a welcome surprise. Never in her years would she ever have thought she’d miss having a permanent address for the sake of correspondence but here she was, wondering if an envelope containing a response – that distinctive ivory paper that smelled faintly of lavender – was drifting the Heartlands, unable to find her. More to the point, had her original letter ever reached its destination? Twenty years was a long-ass time to expect someone stay living in one place, especially around these parts.

Maybelle shifted in her seat, deciding to attribute the cramps in her stomach to the strange looking stew she had consumed a few hours ago and not to the building sensation of shame. She’d already waited an hour, how much longer was she expected to just sit here like some heartbroken girl? No, this had all been a terrible mistake, and a foolish idea to begin with. She sighed, downed the rest of her drink, adjusted her hat and stood up to leave.

And then she saw her.

Tess was still beautiful, dressed all in black with a shawl around her shoulders and her red hair, now flecked with grey, tumbling out of its bun and across her face. The two women moved towards each other in silence, the din of the drunkards and the repetitious pitter-patter of the piano now rendered irrelevant. Maybelle swallowed dryly, hating herself for how her hands were trembling. Tess was shaking her head slowly, looking Maybelle up and down as if she could scarcely believe she was real, yet alone standing here.

“May?”

Maybelle smiled weakly, and with nothing else to be done the two women embraced. It was a strange embrace – not all there, like a gentle breeze, and over just as quickly. They paused when their faces were inches apart, breath catching as they stole a few precious seconds to take in each other’s features, realising at the same time that the saloon was the last place they wanted to be.

“So, you got my letter?” Maybelle asked lightly.

“Yes.”

Silence ensued, unbearable now against the noise of the saloon. Maybelle felt hot, and small, like she was being forced into a corner and kept there like a little mouse. She felt a desperate longing that had been stuffed to the back of her mind, perhaps even to the back of her soul, hidden and forgotten like a dusty trinket in a locked box. For a fleeting moment, she tried to imagine that nothing had changed. Tess looked her in the eye, tried to read her the way she always did.

“May?…I…I’ve got us a room.” she struggled, her lace-clad hands clasped in front of her. Maybelle felt her stomach twist with conflict.

“A room?”

“Yes, over at the Saints. I…well, you must understand…”

“Last I heard you had a place not far from here.” Maybelle countered, knowing she was pushing all the right buttons but unable to stop herself. Tess sighed heavily.

“May, I can’t. You know I can’t. Not…not anymore. Too many people round there who know me, and no matter how laughable that likeness on your posters is, they sure as hell might recognise you on top of it all. Look, I ain’t expecting nothing. I just…I just thought it’d be better than…than this.”

She gestured broadly to the surroundings. Maybelle raised an eyebrow, considering the predicament. A room at the Saints seemed maliciously ironic, but she supposed that after all these years they might as well start treating their relationship for what it was. After a moment, she nodded. Tess turned on her heel and marched through the saloon doors, gesturing for Maybelle to follow her.

The Saints Hotel was everything it needed to be – quiet enough for the illusion of peace, busy enough to not be noticed. As Tess stoked the fire in her small room overlooking the street, Maybelle took off her hat and placed it on the back of the door. Tess chuckled.

“Since when did you get so house-proud?”

Maybelle scoffed, taking a slightly crushed cigarette out of her coat pocket and lighting up. The smoke hit the back of her throat with a frustrating rawness, and she retched slightly.

“May, put that out.”

“No, I think I’ll keep it lit, thank you kindly.”

“May…”

She hadn’t realised how close Tess had moved, her face once again inches from hers. She noticed the rosiness of her lips and the laugher lines that weren’t there before. The small mole just above her left eyebrow. The way she didn’t flinch when Maybelle exhaled her smoke so slowly over her face, but instead took the cigarette from her hand and stubbed it out on the mantlepiece.

Maybelle removed her coat, unbuckled her belt, feeling completely exposed even in her skirt and blouse. Tess watched her throw the rest of her clothes and undergarments on the floor, her eyes hooded and hungry, as she undid the buttons of her own dress and slid the material down her body.

The two women stood together, bare and unrecoiling in the firelight. Maybelle closed her eyes and for a moment it was as if nothing had changed. She could still feel the warmth from the fire on her skin, the distant chatter of the street below, and sensation in her stomach that simmered deliciously with anticipation. She opened her eyes again and looked down at her body. It was still hers, undoubtedly. The scar on her left knee from the first time she fell off a horse. A bruise here, a burn there, all inevitable she thought. But now she saw the way Tess took her in. The way her eyes glimmered with what could have been pity. And she suddenly felt barer than she had ever been in her life, so painfully conscious of the dimples in her flesh and the crinkled skin, her coarse hands and battered fingers. The brief surge of quiet contempt that she felt for herself in that moment was enough to leave her reeling.

“Do I really look so god-awful, Tess?” she uttered in barely more than a whisper. Tess moved in closer, her hands hovering by Maybelle’s hips and shaking her head.

“You could have come and found me, May. It needn’t have got so bad.”

Maybelle jerked her face up to glare. Tess’s eyes shone the way that they always did, like deep pools of water reflecting the autumn leaves.

“Needn’t have got so bad? Who was it that turned me away?”

“I didn’t turn you away. I begged you to stay with me years before that. And then…and then suddenly you just turned up again. And expected me to act like it all happened yesterday? Like I was wrong for…”

“For what?”

Tess took a deep breath.

“Wrong for learning to get along without you.”

“Well, sugar, it seemed you did a pretty fine job of it.”

“You know what? I did! My Abel was always sweet on me. Sweeter than you ever was. Sweeter than all of your goddamn husbands, I’d wager, however many you managed to rack up. He was good. He was kind.”

“And now he’s cold in the ground and here you are.”

The wood of the fire crackled and snapped, making both women jump. Their eyes darted over each other, realising how close their bodies were and how fast their hearts were beating. Tess sighed again, but with quiet exhaustion.

“Yes. Here I am.”

She shut her eyes and pressed her forehead to Maybelle’s. Their hands still drifted over one another, never still for long enough to be held. Maybelle cleared her throat.

“It’s not that I didn’t want to stay with you. It was just the way things were. The way things still are.”

Her breath caught as she felt Tess’s hand rest gently on the back of her neck, teasing her hair out of its usual style so it fell across her back and shoulders in thick, dark waves.

“And I thought…I thought you were better off with me gone. What with the way we left things…”

Her hands gripped onto Tess’s waist now.

“…but when I heard you was on your own again, I don’t know, I…”

Their lips met for the briefest whisper, soft and uncertain. They stood, stagnant in the moment, their eyelashes fluttering against each other. Maybelle felt frozen, rooted.

Tess took a step backwards, her body illuminated by the firelight.

“Why did you write to me, May?”

Maybelle shook her head, finding all at once how few answers she had, how poorly she had prepared for this. Colour rushed to her cheeks and she covered her face to hide the brutal sobs that were now erupting from her lips.

“Damnit,” she croaked, squeezing her eyes shut, hating the sting of tears. “Damnit!”

Tess didn’t hold her or say anything at all. She watched her cry, her own tears now falling freely down her cheeks and onto the wooden floor of the hotel room. After a few minutes she gathered herself, moving to the bed and pulling back the covers. She turned towards Maybelle again, and held out her hand.

“Nothing has to happen. Not even sure I want it to. But…do you think the world can wait until morning?”

Maybelle hesitated, but only for a moment. She went to Tess, sliding into the bed next to her. They laid on their backs, staring at the way the firelight danced across the ceiling like careless lovers enjoying their first dance. The blankets felt heavy and comforting across their skin. Tess rolled onto her side, and her delicate hand gently cupped Maybelle’s face, making her turn to look at her in return. Maybelle held her wrist, the last few tears seeping from her eyes and rolling down onto the pillow.

Twenty years. Twenty goddamn years.

“We could leave together tomorrow.”

Tess’s words pierced her heart like shards of ice.

“No, Tess, we couldn’t.”

“Let’s just pretend we could. Just for a little while. Just until morning.”

And Maybelle closed her eyes. For a little while, there were no wanted posters with her terrible likeness. The Colter Gang was unheard of. There had been no betrayals, no bloodshed outside of some friendly fisticuffs after a poker game. America still felt wild and vast and with the potential for anonymity. Her skin was smooth and untouched and unburnt, and her heart was raw and nothing like embers on a darkening fire. And in those odd, uneven hours before the dawn started breaking over Valentine, if Tess had asked one more time for Maybelle to leave with her, she might have said yes.

But here she was, dressing in the half-light, her movements gradual, stealing a glance at her sleeping love every few moments to check that she hadn’t woken her. Here she was, tucking the blankets up around Tess’s shoulders again and pausing to consider placing a kiss on her cheek, a parting gesture, a final indulgence, and then thinking better of it, putting that urge back into the locked box in the furthest reaches of her soul.

Yes, here she was. Riding out of Valentine and out of reach. Here she was again, again, again.

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[acetokens]

The Rise of the Phoenix: My thoughts on MUA3′s 2nd DLC

Last October I wrote a review for MUA3’s first DLC expansion pack, ‘The Curse of the Vampire’. Now, after the release of the game’s second expansion, ‘The Rise of the Phoenix’, I really want to talk about this one as well!

This X-Men themed expansion gives Season Pass owners four new heroes to add to their roster: Iceman, Gambit, Cable and Phoenix, as well as a new mode called ‘Danger Room’, in which players go head-to-head in a series of trials. A new seasonal rewards system called ‘Events’ is tied to this mode, giving bonus prizes to players who win many Danger Room matches. The update also expanded the previously released ‘Gauntlet Mode’ by adding new challenges to tackle, and re-stocked the SHIELD Depot with more costumes to unlock. Finally, just like the last expansion, the level cap was raised (this time from 150 to 200) and new upgrades were added to the Alliance Enhancement Grid so you can make your heroes even stronger than before!

I was worried this expansion would be delayed (a prospect that felt more likely as we approached the end of December with no news). But luckily the VGA 2019 delivered a trailer which settled my fears and ‘The Rise of the Phoenix’ was released on December 23rd just in time to meet the vague ‘late 2019’ deadline we were promised. But was the expansion worth the wait? To answer that, I’m going to look at it one feature at a time, starting with…

The Characters

Although I’m disappointed that X-23 didn’t make the cut, I have to admit all four newcomers are fun to play due to their refreshingly unique abilities.

Phoenix’s defence stats are the worst in the game, but she obliterates bosses and mobs of weaker enemies alike, can revive her teammates with her EX (which also auto-revives Phoenix if she gets KO’d after using it) and can recharge her team’s EP using Cleansing Flames. Any character with a low Energy stat or who relies heavily on their abilities and/or synergies becomes much stronger with Phoenix on their team, so not only is she fun to play, she makes other heroes more fun to play as well! Because of this, I’ve gained a new appreciation for a character I’ve always overlooked before, and The Phoenix has risen to become one of my new favorite heroes to play in MUA3!

Gambit is a deceptively powerful character with some interesting tricks up his sleeve. His Luck of the Draw ability sets down explosive cards which remain dormant for a long time, allowing him to create multiple traps that he can detonate simultaneously with Kinetic Burst for a domino effect of explosions, dealing massive damage! Alternatively, Gambit can cancel into his air attack after setting the cards for a quicker but weaker explosion. Because of his self-synergies and high damage output, it makes Gambit one of the strongest solo-characters in the game in my opinion. Très bien!

Cable has a kit full of support abilities, including a gravity bomb, a reflector shield and an automatic sentry gun called Extreme Arsenal, all of which his teammates can take advantage of for some wicked synergy attacks. Cable can also teleport to escape from danger or use TK Spike to knock enemies back, although holding the attack for too long will lower Cable’s defence for a bit. He’s got more tactical variety than other ranged heroes but his solo damage output is terrible, making Cable reliant on his teammates to do the bulk of the offence.

Iceman can boost his teammates’ defence and give them the ice element (if they’re a weapon user) with Flash Freeze. The ability lasts for a long time, making it extremely useful, but the rest of Iceman’s moveset (especially his midair slide) is very slow, which is why I’d say he’s the least enjoyable to play out of the four newcomers.

The Gauntlets & New Mechanics

I enjoyed Gauntlet Mode in the last expansion, so I’m happy to see it return with 11 new challenges in this one. The new Gauntlets are fundamentally the same as the old ones, but instead of vampiric enemies, they feature two new mechanics: the Phoenix Force and Danger Room hazards! The new Gauntlets also contain higher level challenges (going from Level 20 to Level 180, compared to the original Gauntlet Mode which rises from Level 5 to Level 120), and two new enemy types: Nova Corps and Asgardians. While we’ve seen these characters before as NPCs in story mode, it’s nice to have a little more enemy variety than before.

Defeating an enemy under the influence of the Phoenix Force will cause it to drop a flaming phoenix. Absorbing this will heal some HP, add fire projectiles to your attacks and the fire element to your weapon (if your character has one) at the cost of being inflicted with the burn status effect for the rest of the trial, slowly draining your life. However, Iceman, Ghost Rider and Phoenix are immune to being burned and therefore suffer no drawbacks. The Phoenix Force is a fun risk/reward mechanic and I think the visual effects of it are amazing! However, the frame rate suffers when there are several Phoenix Force enemies onscreen, especially in handheld mode. The lag never reaches ‘unplayable’ levels of bad, but it does make the battles unnecessarily harder.

The new Gauntlets also feature Danger Room hazards. From giant crushers that fall from the sky to little machines that shoot waves of elemental energy, these obstacles are made to distract and frustrate players into making game-changing mistakes. The most annoying hazards have to be the gravity nodes, which magnetically push you away, and the barrier nodes, which protect the boss from all attacks until they are destroyed.

Overall, I’d say these new mechanics are interesting additions to Gauntlet mode, but I prefer fighting the vampiric enemies in the old Gauntlets. The Reborn, Infected and Cursed all required different tactics to defeat them, but I never felt like I had to change my strategy when fighting the Phoenix Force enemies or the Danger Room hazards. The only times I was forced to adapt were when the gravity and barrier nodes spawned, as they have to be destroyed ASAP. But the new Gauntlets are still satisfyingly challenging, and I hope we receive even more in the third expansion!

The Danger Room

I want to start this part of the review with a quote I found on the MUA3 forums:

‘’Danger Room is such a miserable experience. Lag out the ass, framerate drops like crazy, unfair status effects. There is nothing fun about this at all. I’m only playing it for the rewards’’

I think this sums up the Danger Room experience perfectly. It’s a mode where you compete in teams against other players (or against the AI) to be the first to win in three rounds. Mini-objectives will appear at random as you fight, awarding the team who completes them first by granting them buffs or weakening the opposition. It sounds alright, but the mode is riddled with glitches and unfair mechanics that make it the least enjoyable experience I’ve had playing MUA3 ever. To avoid this review becoming a rant, I’ll quickly summarize the flaws of this mode.

1) Only the last round counts. Winning the previous rounds gives your team buffs that lasts until the end of the match, but they make little-to-no difference. This leads to many players going AFK until the third round, which is frustrating.

2) At random, there will be a fourth round where you fight Dark Phoenix. If this happens, the third round becomes irrelevant and whoever defeats Dark Phoenix wins the match. It’s very unfair that you can completely steamroll the other team, only to lose the entire match because of a random-chance battle at the end.

3) Completing mini-objectives can inflict status effects like bind and paralyze. These last for a long time, often leading to your losing the round, all because the other team jumped 20 times before you did.

4) The lag is extremely bad.

5) Gambreaking glitches occur often, such as when an enemy spawns in a place you can’t reach.

6) Some rounds are won by whoever reaches the end of the stage first, so characters who can teleport (like Nightcrawler) have a huge advantage.

7) When fighting the AI, they complete mini-objectives inhumanly fast and are seemingly not affected by the debuffs you throw at them.

Danger Room still has its good points. For one, all characters are automatically set at a specific level depending on which difficulty you choose (Alpha = Level 25, Beta = Level 50, Gamma = Level 100, Delta = Level 200), so players can try out any character they want without having to level grind first. The rewards you obtain from winning Danger Room matches are also great, giving you a ton of credits and SHIELD Tokens, not to mention the rewards you can get through the Events. But based on gameplay alone, the Danger Room is definitely ‘’a miserable experience’’.

Events

In a surprise twist, the expansion added a new seasonal rewards system to MUA3, similar to the battle pass in Fortnite. During the Event, playing Danger Room matches will award you Event Points. Collect 5 Event points and you’ll move up to the next Event Tier and win prizes such as XP Cubes, SHIELD Tokens, items, voice commands and costumes. The amount of Event Points you earn depends on the difficulty, with Alpha only awarding 1 point while Delta awards 5 points. You earn double points when fighting other players rather than the AI, and will even earn some points for losing.

If you have a Nintendo online subscription, you can clear all 30 Tiers of the Event in just 15 Danger Room matches, which makes the pain of playing that mode more bearable, especially since the Event rewards themselves are well-worth the effort. But for players who can only fight offline against the AI, the experience becomes twice as long and hard. Luckily the Event lasts for roughly two months, so there’s lots of time to finish it. But it doesn’t quite make up for the fact that Events are essentially a ‘’free-to-play, pay-to-win’’ experience.

I think Events are a great way to extend the longevity of the game and provide something to do between expansions, so I hope they add more in the future. But I also feel they need to make some big changes to Danger Room and how Event Points are acquired offline to make it more enjoyable.

Other Changes

MUA3 saw another level cap increase this expansion, with heroes now being able to reach Level 200. Initially I wasn’t too thrilled, because the grind from 100 to 150 was tiring enough, but thankfully the XP needed to get from 150 to 200 is much lower. Your stats at Level 200 are roughly 15% higher than your stats at Level 150, and 37.5% higher than your stats at Level 100, so the boost you get from all that grinding is helpful in the new Gauntlets. New upgrades were also added to the Alliance Enhancement Grid to match the level cap increase, including one that decreases the time needed to revive teammates by 50%.

New costumes for Wolverine, Magneto, Storm, Nightcrawler, Psylocke, Cyclops, Colossus, Loki, Ghost Rider, Scarlet Witch, Dr.Strange, Punisher, Blade, Moon Knight and Morbius were added, most of which are purchasable from the SHIELD Depot. You’ll need lots of SHIELD Tokens to buy all of them, but luckily the Tokens you get from playing Gauntlet mode were increased in this update! Unfortunately, the Tokens you get from Nightmare mode have been decreased. But since I play Gauntlet lots more than Nightmare, I’m happy with these changes overall. Between this and the SHIELD Tokens you get through the Event, its easy enough to buy all of the new costumes, which is good.

Finishing Thoughts

In conclusion, I’d say the Rise of the Phoenix is a mixed bag. The characters are great, the Gauntlets are enjoyable and the Events have a lot of potential. However, as for whether the expansion was worth the wait…honestly, I’m not sure it was. I did enjoy playing it, but after waiting three months with no news, I expected more than what we got. Nowhere is this more apparent than the Danger Room, which feels like the devs didn’t play-test it before release.

Luckily, they seemed to have learned from their mistakes. Nintendo USA’s Twitter account recently released a teaser image of the third upcoming expansion, ‘Shadow of Doom’, which is already a big step-up from the radio silence we received in the months leading up to the Rise of the Phoenix. Hopefully this means the third expansion will be an improvement on this one. Who knows, we might even get the new story content the community has been asking for since the Curse of the Vampire!

I think I’ll end this review on that optimistic note. Until next time, true believers.

#MUA3 shitposting #I meant to post this a few weeks ago but it took a little longer due to uni coursework

[solvikare]

nsfw prompt list | selectively accepting

send me a word / phrase and i’ll write an erotic drabble.

@paramounticebound sent: STEAMY. our muses getting frisky in the shower.

Jim’s dragging Khan towards the shower, exhausted and covered in filth and ash. He barely has enough energy to get them both there, Khan pliant where Jim guides him, slowly stripping them both of their gear. His voice is soft and gentle, commanding the computer to run a hot water shower because they were too far gone to contend with sonic.

Jim’s never seen Khan like this, gaze faraway and unseeing where he rests against the wall of Jim’s shower cubicle. Steam rises and clings, dappling where it falls against steel walls, cloistering in shared heat that pulls Jim closer to Khan. He’s guiding them under the spray, closing his eyes as warm water melts away the evidence of the war.

“Hey,” Jim’s murmuring as he presses chest to chest with Khan, blue eyes peering upwards and hands carding through soaked hair. There’s a hurricane of fury under Khan’s quiet demeanor. An inferno of rage that was all-consuming and undeniably beautiful in it’s dancing destruction. Jim’s searching for it, nudging the edge of Khan’s chin with his nose.

Peppering kisses along the line of his jaw. “Hey,” he murmurs again, hands slipping from their purchase to wander along bare skin, curving around firm shoulders, the taught lines of muscle that form his back. He’s squeezing Khan’s ass, massaging, circling his hands around to the front.

“Come back to me,” dirt still clings in places, and Jim’s kissing the corner of Khan’s mouth, taking Khan’s length in his hand where he squeezes and tugs, encouraging him to life. They’re pressed impossibly close, warm water cascading down Khan’s face, their torsos, pooling where Jim is careful and sure with the practiced movement of his wrist. “Wherever you are, come back to me.”

It’s whispered with reverence, and Jim is tucking his head into Khan’s shoulder, restless where they’re brushed up against each other, hot and wet and with the smoldering flame of desire. Khan is responding to his touch, feeling it in the press of his hand and Jim smiles against skin, kissing his throat with the gentle scrape of teeth. His own arousal presses insistent into a firm thigh and hands that could easily break him are clamping possessively to his hips.

Nails dig into flesh and a grunt falls from Jim, letting the stroke of his hand fall just shy of rough, an answering growl rumbling overhead. Jim’s smile is transient, shifting into something both adoring and wanton as his head lifts, meeting the wild gaze directed down at him. “There you are,” soft, too soft, and it occurs to Jim just how gone he is for Khan.

But that hardly matters when they’re here now, steam shrouding them in clandestine desire. Tucked away where the cares of the Federation, the crew, Jim’s greater sensibilities are irrelevant. Khan’s moving against him and Jim shushes quietly into his ear, murmurs sweet words that will never see the light of day, but here and now, it’s enough. “I’ve got you. I’ve always got you.”

#paramounticebound #( memes: answered) #Kirk after dark (n.s.fw) #this is soft #sorry not sorry?

[resmarted]

i will shield you from all the ugly in the world, the snares of the fowler and the beasts that lurk in plain daylight, i’ll take a sword to their ankles and bring them all to their knees. i shalt not be afraid for the terror by night nor for the arrow that flieth by day, the whole shebang, baby. i’m elbow deep in your rib cage with a determination like no other when i ask if i’m coming on too strong. of course i am. of course i beckon at your feet like a dog in the night, of course i am ready to tear anyone limb by limb for daring to speak ill on your name. everyone has warned you about me. there was a time i would laugh at this in twisted delight, and to be fair i still am a bit, but i’m not laughing when i say i would keep you safe. the world moves at a different speed when we are together, slows down, becomes more malleable. you are a blood diamond, mined from childhood trauma and sculpted into this rare, beautiful thing. i waste away in the very idea of you, with such a sick craving that i should be ashamed. i should repent for impure thoughts and whimsical notions on lazy afternoons where all i have to dream about is a life outside of this that’s easier and fun, but we both know i’ll just keep doing it. we both know i’ll apologize only to remain unchanged, this endless cycle of failed repression and untamed desire. you are a tense jawbone and rigid movements, cautious and selective with every minute detail of your interactions, a wounded animal in a cage of its own making. i am a wildfire, a clumsy overgrown ball of restless claws that can’t help but pounce, the moth to the flame and all that. i bet that’s everyone though. i bet it’s so sickening. i can’t imagine having to live with the weight of such great beauty and the pain it has invited into your life from such a young age. this isn’t pandering, or at least i don’t mean it that way, but it is a world so beyond me and my scope of understanding that i wouldn’t know where to begin as far as the consideration of what might make one uncomfortable or how it’s not always as funny as i think it is. yes i am too handsy and too forward and too fast and too furious, have we gone over this before? it feels like we have been down this road and i feel like i go in circles saying the same things so i just stopped saying anything at all. i cannot stop being who i am, though. i don’t know if that’s too traumatizing for you, but you should surely stay far away if that really is the case. i can never tell if you’re being dramatic or if i’m being the monster, or maybe it’s a little bit of both, but i’m not into it. i cannot play this game where i pretend you’re a sexless being and that i am disinterested in that entire aspect of your identity and just talk about old episodes of the office in some phony social dance that doesn’t even make any sense to begin with. i cannot feel within my purpose if i am not able to give and provide, but i tend to give to all the wrong people while the deserving are left in sleepless hunger. what is that? that off-kilter aim on the compass, that pit in the stomach that can read through the eyes and souls of everyone around me and still chooses to see the good regardless of the consequences it may hold over my own well-being? is it a conscious refusal to allow the misplaced anger and trust issues of others to consume my inner joy, or just plain stupidity? i can’t stand the thought of hurting you or being any added pressure to the spiraling and the unnecessary amount of shit you put yourself through, you hurt yourself enough on your own and certainly don’t need my help. i wish it were different. i wish i were able to act like everyone else does and pick on you like you’re just up for the chopping block as per the social norms. but when have you ever known me to participate in social norms? seriously. when have you ever known me to do it like anyone else?

i know you are scared and intimidated and have this unreasonable fear of not being good enough even though i am outside of your window setting myself on fire for your affection, which is weird to me, but i suppose you’ve known me in every other life and are well aware of my tendency to become bored and let go only moments after something that once burned so brightly. and i get it, the pedestal only gets higher so the fall is surely to be harder, but i swear even if that were the case i would simply pull out my mod podge and put you back together again piece by aching little piece. i would prop you back up in bed beside me so you can say things like, did you notice the influx of olsen twin posts with irrelevant captions going around? and i will just say see? people get it. you will remind me that literally no one gets it. and that’s fine, that’s always been the case. i cannot live my life waiting around for other people to get it nor do i feel the need to help them along in any capacity, but for you i would pull out the charts and graphs with great enthusiasm and teach you every idiosyncrasy of the kardashian-jenner family tree like our lives depended on it. my favorite part about this image is the thought of you so vehemently rejecting such knowledge that it causes an actual fight because it’s already my fault you know anything about them in the first place. how cruel of me! how dare i infest your precious mind with such pedestrian brain rot. please forgive me, please send my love to the gods and a letter of appeal to my rejection from the heavens. i’ve spent my life keeping everyone at arm’s length, only letting them know the very careful and concise parts of me that i have meticulously presented, and it will likely stay that way. it’s no one’s business! it’s literally no one’s business. not what i do with you or with him or her or them or zer or whoever it may be, for as much as i love to shout declarations of love from the rooftops, i am shouting into a void where passersby are unaware of how lucky they are to even witness in real time. i owe nothing to those standing before me, nor have they earned the right to know anything about me beyond the vapid nonsense i spew for fun, and i think that’s fine. no one else seems to think so, everyone seems to tiptoe around the rumor mill trying to put the pieces together and i can only feel flattered that so much time and energy has been invested into me and my personal life. this is the thing i keep saying, the thing about how only two types of people in the world exist, the creators and the consumers, and they’re almost never the same people. there is an instinct to poke and prod, perhaps because everyone is so open about everything they expect you to be the same. maybe because it’s become the norm to discuss gargling dicks and eating ass that by comparison i am a puritan that wandered into the wrong century and am somehow still being burned at the stake by the very same people claiming to also be witches. isn’t that strange? i used to have so much fun, but i suppose i’m filtering out the parts of these memories where i became the topic of conversation every time i wasn’t in the room, where i have been a mystery everyone tries to solve or to at least break apart and conquer in some sick game of their own making. i am a closed off little hermit because i learned the hard way.

i keep to myself and wait for the day you feel better enough to look me in the eye again. the isolation you’ve put yourself through has been a fraction of the kind i’ve grown so devastatingly accustomed to. you think this is a one time deal or that it’s a rare once in a lifetime sort of thing that happens during youth and that there’s an expiration on this type of risky behavior and general befuddlement, but i’m here to bear the bad news that it happens again and again. you will fail and fuck up over and over again. you will deal with relentless disappointments and it doesn’t make you any less of who you are. people will continue to target you the way they always have, for different reasons than my own but mostly all relating back to the attention they have or haven’t received from you. they feel safer in big numbers and sometimes i do too, i think it’s natural. being a loner though, being completely fine with the solitude, something about that really rubs people the wrong way. i’ve seen it happen countless times, a friend to all is a friend to none, and such. i know this isn’t much, like i know your issues delve a lot deeper than this tiny little surface i’m scratching, but you’re not too crazy for me. you will never be too crazy for me.

#long reads

[goldenchildkatsuki]

“the usual?”

credits to @awesome-yet-weird-weirdo:  ! AU where Bakugou works in one of the bubble tea shops and Uraraka is a regular and he gets a huge crush on her

! And Bakugou finally tries to do something about it and tries to be suave and cool about it and he plans it all out in his head and when he finally does it he just like,, throws a paper with his number on it at her and runs

Writers note: This wasn’t a request but when @awesome-yet-weird-weirdo came up with this AU inspired by my last fic I wrote, I was so down to write it. So I’m going to do just that! I feel like this one isn’t as good as the other ones, but please let me know what you think guys!

Summary: Bakugou has been working in his aunts bubbletea shop for some time now. How embaraasing it might be it was the only place that would hire him. Other peple that interviewed him would often describe him as “too angry” or “rough looking” and would say “aren’t you more suited to help out at the local gym?”. So his aunt hired him with pity, but so what? He needed the money. Besides, there’s this cute girl that keeps coming in every other day and she’s not bad to look at at all.

Ship: Kacchako (Uraraka x Bakugou)

Bakugou’s POV

Bubble tea shop AU

Word count: 2.695

‘Katsukiii!’ his aunt yelled. ‘Have you learned how to make the new summer specials just like I asked you too?’ A boy wrapped a black apron around is broad back and wiped his hands on the back of his jeans. ‘I have, I have, don’t worry about it!’ he fished his name tag that said ‘Bakugou Katsuki’ from the counter and clipped it on his shirt. His aunt was pacing up and down the shop, setting the flowers on each table right,  sweeping crumbs of chairs and looking in the mirror every now and then checking herself in the reflection. Bakugou just stood there watching her stress and it made him even feel a bit panicky. ‘The shop looks fine, God, you seriously need to stop freaking out so much every time we open!’ His aunt stopped for a second and stomped towards him. Up close he could really tell she was his mother’s sister. Same spikey hair but softer eyes than his mom, also a red-brownish eye color that men that come in the shop always seemed to compliment. ‘It’s the 21st of June. Summer just started and the weather is already extremely nice. Ice cream shops are popping up everywhere and I just know we’re going to lose a lot of customers.’ Bakugou walked to the front of the counter and leaned against next to his aunt. ‘We do have some loyal regulars though.’ Saying that only one regular came to mind. There’s this girl, who always comes in around the same time every  day or so. She orders the same drink every time. Peach tea with passionfruit pearls. Medium sized. And she always ask for extra pearls just before he’s about the put the tea in the cup. The buzzer goes off. Bakugou’s aunt immediately stood up straight and blurted out a greeting a little too loud and it sounded very rehearsed. When she saw who it is she dropped her act and walked towards the person that entered the shop. ‘Oh, Miss Uraraka Ochako, I knew you would still come over for you’re daily dose of bubba!’ Bakugou felt he was getting flustered and rushed behind the counter to preapre the stations, even though he already prepared and cleaned the stations moments ago. Everything to avoid her face and not burst into flames. ‘Katsuki dear!’ Did his aunt really have to call him by his first name in front her? ‘Can you help Ochako, I have to run out for a second and take care of some orders. She walked past him and winked at him. Now it was time to turn around. He hasn’t even greeted her yet. Why can’t he just act normal everytime she stopped by. “Man up you dork” he tried to motivate himself. He wiped his sweaty palms against on his apron and faced her. Man, this girl was bright. She was literally glowing. Did anyone ever consider wearing sunglasses when around her. ‘Eh hi Katsuki? Shoot, that doesn’t sound right actually. I’ll just stick with “Bakugou”.’ His aunt always insisted for her tp call them by their first name because she was under the impressions that’s the kind of relationship they’ve built. Everytime Ochako greeted  Bakugou she triesd saying his first name, but to her it sounded weird everytime she said it out loud. She kept trying to say it though, hoping that one day it would sound less weird and forced but that day clearly hasn’t come yet. ‘Maybe next Wednesday.’ They both laughed. He thought it was kind of cute that they had a little routine going on. Even though it was quite embarassing, seeing her deep in thought of how his first name sounded to her. That moment made his heart skip rope. Honestly, this girl was a weird one. She was clumsy, she was always deep in thought about irrelevant things and often forgot she was talking to herself and that yes, he heard what she said. Those traits made her charming though. He had many customers that started whispering after catching a glimpse of her trying to collect her coins that fell on the ground or when she twirled her hair around her finger trying to decide if she was going to order a different flavor that day. It was hard not to notice her. She was literally a ball of light. Her face was pale but she had rosy cheeks as if she ran to the shop everytime. She had long dark brown eyelashes that curled perfectly. She had a small nose that tip-tilted ever so slightly. And don’t get him started about her lips. They were full and always covered in shiny, pink lipgloss. Bakugou could write a whole book about how beautiful she was inside and out and he could guarantee it would be a bestseller.‘The usual?’ Bakugou asked whilst taking a marker and a cup. She plucked at the stray hairs coming out of her messy bun. ‘Should I maybe try…’ Bakugou knew by now that was definitely not directed at him, she’s thinking out loud again. Bakugou already started writing her name on the cup. His handwriting sure isn’t the best and he never really cared even though it was a important part of his job. For Ochako he put just a tiny bit more effort into his handwriting. After being done writing her name he was hesitant. What if he just..Wrote his number on her cup? He had no idea how she would react. He looked up at her. She’s still plucking at a few strands of her caramel colored hair. ‘Don’t you want to try our summer specials today?’ Ochako eyes went to the menu and looked back to Bakugou. ‘Since when have you had specials?’ “Okay Katsuki, come up with something smart here.” ‘Since you started showing up, we wanted to impress you ya’ know, make sure you keep coming back.’ Bakugou grinned from ear to ear. He was actually proud of that. I think that’s the most cool thing he said to her since she started showing up. Today might be his day you know. ‘Hm, all your specials have strawberry in them though. I’m allergic to strawberry unfortunately!’  Bakugou felt like jumping off the roof of the shop. He’s pretty sure she mentioned that once as well. Bakugou threw down the marker and started working on her usual order. ‘The usual it is then.’ He said with a low voice. He screwed up. How could he be so stupid to think that maybe today could be the day that he could shoot his shot. He thinks that Uraraka felt the awkwardness only just now and tried to start a conversation with him. ‘So, Bakugou, are you gonna do anything fun this summer?’ He knew she’s trying to help but mentioning summer vacation is honestly depressing. The only thing he was gonna be doing is working his ass off at the shop, desperately trying to compete with the other seasonal vendors. He has a few days off though but no idea who the spend them with. Since he’s been working almost every spare hour ofhis free time saving for his dream university he has lost contact with most of his friends from high school. ‘Oh you know,’ Bakugou said making sure he put extra pearls in her cup. ‘I’ll just be here, sweating my balls off and making drinks.’ Ochako walked to the part where of the shops where they showcased their pasteries. ‘You should seriously take some time off in my opinion, would do you good. You seem so…uptight sometimes.’ ‘Uptight!’ Bakugou yells whilst putting more tea on the floor then in the cup. Is that really what he looked like to her? Uptight and awkward guy? Did she even knew she’s what’s made him seem uptight? Bakugou’s sudden increase in volume didn’t even seem to phase her. ‘Yeah, only sometimes though.’ She said calmly. Bakugou puts the lid on the cup and slides her a blue straw to match her bright blue jumper. Kind of shaking a bit he shoved the beverage infront of him on the counter. The girl skipped back to the counter and happily accepted her drink. Desperate to forget her comment Bakugou asked her her question back. ‘What about you, are you gonna do anything fun this summer?’ Uraraka beamed even brighter, if that’s even physically possible. ‘I’m going to my grandparents in the country for two weeks next week Friday. I haven’t seen them in such a long time and I want to keep myself busy this summer so working on there farm is going to be a perfect upportunity for me to do so.’ Bakugou’s heart dropped and his finger were itching to clutch his chest. She was going to be out of town for two whole weeks? To him that did really seem like an eternity. ‘Oh, sounds fun.’ He managed to purse out his lips. Ochako slapped her hands together. ‘Isn’t it just! Oh Bakugou, I wish you could see the mountains and the bright, blue lake, it’s honestly such a beautiful place. “Take me with you then.” He imemdiately thought. But instead of saying that he just says: ‘I bet it is.’ Urarake emptied her wallet on the counter whilst taking big sips of her drink. ‘That should be enough right? Wait, let me count again.’ Every ounce of care had left Bakugou’s body. ‘It’s okay, leave it, have a nice day.’ He muttered and disappeared in the back. A confused Uraraka’s left behind. She put a single coin and leaves the shop. A miunte after the buzzer goes off, Bakugou returned to the counter to put all the money in the cash register. He had to do something. Something to woo her, before she goes to the country side. Who knows what could happen? She couldn’t  stop by here every other day. She might forget him, she might find a person she’s interested in, she might even realise that she didn’t like bubble tea! Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! Was he going insane. He’s actually felt he’s gonna completely lose her. It was time to take these feelings more seriously. “She can’t forget about you. She absolutely can’t forget about you.” Bakugou needed to be direct, even though that’s part of his personality, that character trait completely disappeared when she’s in front of him. Bakugou walked to the open sign at the window of the shop and turned it to ‘closed’. He was sure his aunt would understand. She didn’t want to lose their cutest most loyal customer either right? He prepares himself a drink and sits down on a counter. He was trying to come up something half decent to say to her. He closed he eyes and threw his head back. “How the hell do you ask someone out?” He tried to think about stuff she might like, stuff he said that made her laugh once. “Uptight”. The word made him groan. He has to be everything but that. After letting out a heavy sigh he finaly has atleast one thing he can say to her. ‘You look pretty today.’ He whispered to himself. That’s a good start.

Two days later she enters the shop again. Business still isn’t booming so Bakugou’s aunt is making desperate phonecalls to advertisers begging them to let her put an add of the shop in their magazine. You could hear her stomping around upstairs and faintly yelling. She could come in any minute. He retied his apron, checked the counter and made sure the stations were clean. He genuinely looked like his panicky aunt at the moment. Bzzz!

That was most definitely her. ‘Katsu-no..Baku-‘. Bakugou put down two drinks on the counter. Uraraka raised her eyebrows. ‘Oh! I’m not in a rush or anything!’ Bakugou picked up his drink and confidently took a sip. ‘I know, I thought you might enjoy to spend my break together.’ God, this sounded so unnatural. Even his voice sounded different  whilst saying that sentence. Uraraka fished her wallet out her handbag. ‘Since when do you have a break during this time of the day?’ Bakugou casually waved his hand towards her. ‘That one’s on the house and it’s been extremely busy this morning so I got handed an extra break.’ Uraraka hesitantly closed her wallet. ‘Hm.’  She just said. What the fuck that does mean? Maybe she wasn’t the type of girl you could woo with free bubba. He felt his forhead, neck and chest getting damp. This was stupid. He’s stupid. Every once of his body was rejecting this foreign personallity he was forcing down his throat. The small girl leaned in with her back against the counter and finally took a sip of her drink. ‘Hm! Those are a lot of pearls, I’m lovign this!’ She closed her eyes and let her head fall on her hand. ‘I’m being spoilt here!’ Bakugou leaned a forward and smiled at her. ‘That’s allowed every now and then right?’ Ochako turned around and her face unexpectedly very  was very close to his. He felt a huff of her warm breathe on his nose. Her breathe smelled like sweet peach. Feeling that his ears were going red he whipped his head right back. ‘Uh, you know what? You should try mine.’ He could feel his back getting drenched. Urakaka came in even closer and inspected his drink. It’s a dark red drink with almost invisible pink balls at the bottom. ‘Melon tea and raspberry pearls.’ He just says. It’s a combination he came up with a long time ago but never made it to the menu because of hid aunts hate for raspberries. He tipped his cup a bit forward and poked the straw against her upper lip. He had to swallow when he took a quick glance at het plump and glossy lips. Uraraka raised one eyebrow before shrugging and putting her lips around the straw. She took a tiny sip and only just manages to get one pearl in her mouth. ‘And?’ His voice could barely stay steady. She took her lips of the straw and licks her lips. “Fuck”. ‘I quite like it, honestly didn’t expect it to!’ ‘Good!’ Bakugou said a bit too hyped up. He looked over his shoulder and quickly took a deep breathe. Now it was time. ‘Can you read the back of the cup for me?’ Bakugou was leaking at this point. Uraraka took the cup from him and turns it around. ‘Uhhh?’ She squinted and brought the cup closer to her eyes. Bakugou is digging his nails into his palms and wass looking at her with a straight face. ‘This is super smudged, I think I can make out a ‘c’…Maybe?’ Bakugou wanted the ground to swallow him whole. His sweaty hands must’ve whiped off his message that he wrote on the cup. In that moment in time he felt like the biggest dork in the world. He couldn’t keep up the stupid grin and shitty suave personality anymore. ‘What did it say? Bakugou? Hello?’ Bakugou bit his lip and yelled: ‘Fuck this shit dude.’ And he picked a receipt out of the trashcan. He grabbed the marker from one of the stations and wrote ‘Go out with me’ and below that he wrote his phone number. He slapped the piece of paper infront of her on the counter and then whilst undoing his apro,n runs out the shop. ‘You look pretty today by the way!’ Uraraka can hear him faintly yell outside. Bakugou feels like an absolute tool. He can’t even imagine what she was thinking at that moment. She was probably terrified and thhought he went insane. But it actually felt like he did for a second. He threw his apron on the sidewalk and sat on the corner of the street. He let out a loud irritated growl which almost blocked out the sound of his phone ringing. Midway his growl he noticed his phone was ringing. It was probably his aunts wondering where the hell he’s gone off too. ‘What?!’ he yells through the phone. It stayed silent for  second. ‘Hi Katsuki, how about dinner tomorrow?’

#jj writes #jjs fic requests #awesome-yet-weird-weirdo #bubble tea shop au #au #kacchako #kacchako fic #uraraka #uraraka ochako #bakugou #bakugou katsuki

[dawittiest]

daredevil vol. 1 recs

for safekeeping purposes, here’s a totally subjective rec list as i posted it in parts on DD discord (come join us!):

hoookay so I digged through the backlog of DD Vol. 1 and BEHOLD the recs:

so basically up until #150s or so, DD is a fun light-hearted goofy comic and it should be read as such. so expect a lot of silliness and fun

#1 AKA Daredevil is born!!! it still holds up, imo. worth reading if only for seeing matt’s first appearance

#3 its HILARIOUS. the Owl’s here and he’s the most ridiculous villain ever!!!!! featuring such attractions as: owl-shaped castle!!!!!! matt coming up with THE WORST excuses to karen (literally nothing tops that)!!! all around silver age silliness!!!!! it’s so GOOFY but its fun

#18 foggy is pretending to be daredevil?? and it goes hilariously bad hilariously fast. go figure. featuring the gladiator

#20-21 man oh man THE OWL IS BACK!!!!! AND GUYS, HE CHOOSES THE MOST HILARIOUS FASHION EVER: he decides to put the judge who tried him on “trial” and kidnaps the Best Lawyer in The Country Ever to play the role of his attorney – guess who!!!!! big ass cages and owl shaped things feature again. yes Leland is my fave, how did you guess?????

#25-26 THE INFAMOUS MIKE MURDOCK IS BORN. he sticks around for like 20 issues or so but most of it is……well, its silver age. but these are worth reading if only just to experience the amazingness of Mike Murdock first-hand and terrible terrible excuses from mr matt murdock

#99 dd vs hawkeye! matt and natasha are living together in San Francisco and nat’s old flame, clint does not like it so he decided to come beat matt up…..like one does. this is where the infamous light arrow from waid’s run comes from. despite the sexist premise and gratuitous hero vs hero fight it’s quite fun!! and the art is lovely

#131-132 bullseye makes his first appreance!!!! and he’s hilarious!!!!!! look at this panel what an icon

lester is my actual favorite ok (if I finally don’t get him in s3 im gonna riot)

#164 aka the famous issue in which ben confronts matt about being dd. it lives up to its hype A++++

#166-191 frank miller is here to shake things up forever!!!

I unironically love all of miller’s run. it has legitimate problems but it’s a classic and reads easily (hes also a co-author of #165 in which theres doc ock??? you can skip it) it has its better and worse moments but overall it’s def worth reading

#192 aka the ben centric issue about journalism ethics which I LOVE. hands down one of my favorite one issue DD stories

#201 fun matt and natasha team up! it has kind of gross objectifying art but its also pretty :/ what do

#216 the GAEL IS BACK! And he’s just as boring and irrelevant as he was in #205. all you need to know is that he’s an irish-themed villain who’s after glori o’breen (if you don’t know who that is, she’s matt’s and later foggy’s irish photographer girlfriend and shes awesome). but read this issue for gorgeous art and matt and glori being the cutest

#217 more natasha and matt! and pretty art! glori’s in peril! a villain of the week can make everyone go blind! oh no whatever matt will do?? (matt has A LOT of villains with this shtick. a helluva of coincidence hm….)

#223 the price!!!!! aka another one of spectacular one issue storylines. matt gets his sight back!!!! but it comes….you guessed it….at a price!!!! matt has gotten his sight back a few times but its my favorite. featuring: pretty art! glori being cute! matt overjoyed at the world he can finally see and having to make difficult choices!!!! alas!!!!!

BORN AGAIN!!! AKA the storyline everyone tells you to read. it’s worth it. the main event plus fall out is #227-233 but I recommend you read #226 too for more context

everyone will tell you to read ann nocenti but I find large parts of her run unreadable, so I’ll skip most of it (plus art is………not great)

the exception is her last big storyline on daredevil which is actually one of my favorite arcs. what you need to know is that matt has been through (literal) hell and now hes back!!!!! except??? its taken a toll on him. read for all the matt angst, matt having (another) mental breakdown and being homeless (……again)!!!!!! and bullseye (this is probs my fav bullseye storyline)!!!! and nyla skin who is great!!! #284-290

then you have chichester who, like my friend brian micheal b*ndis, is a hit or miss for me. I absolutely adore large portions of his run while some of them are………not readable at all. but we gave my Kathy Malper AKA my favorite forgotten daredevil supporting cast member so !!!!

heres some of his run that I recommend:

#298-300 – dd vs kingpin showdown number…..which one is it again?? anyway its fun. it actually starts way before that but there you have typhoid mary and some really upsetting stuff so you like….dont need it

#304 aka 34 hours!!!! another one of one issue favorites of mine. you see matts day as he helps ordinary people and is superheroing. its fun!

#305-306 fun superhero team up with spidey!!! plus some morbid organ stealing oops

then his run gets incomprehensible for a long while and then just plain awful and then he leaves….like its honestly unreadable. but in between all that is #316!!!! another one issue fav (chichester just should stick to small arcs imo). featuring matt on subway and delivering alien babies (well not actually alien just drawn terribly)!!! matt doesn’t don dd suit once and gets to be a superhero aka my one true weakness

then comes dematteis! who decides to fix everything that was wrong with the run before his (I approve). his beginnings are….less than ideal. I mean it has foggy FINALLY finding out about matt being dd!!! karen being supportive and great!!!! matt dissociating and curling up in bathroom having a mental breakdown which is always fun!!!! but its also kinda incomprehensible at times and theres a lot of upsetting offensive things there too. so you can come back to it later but for now id skip it. lets get to the good stuff which is #353-380 (skip #376-379). why but that’s the rest of vol. 1?? yes but read it because its great! art quality varies but you get lighthearted matt/foggy shenanigans!! rosalind sharpe!!!! my favorite karen!!! fun lawyering drama!!! KATHY MALPER!!!! basically its my favorite DD era (sans waid maybe) and I want to live in it :D (its funny because its not…..great era for a lot of comics but for DD it’s the best) (EDIT: I got lazy and it came off like it was all written by dematteis which is obviously not true. the rest of vol 1 is mostly the work of kesel and then kelly, and chichester even comes back for the last issue)

so that’s all!!! theres more worthwhile things in vol 1 but these are my faves and should be enough to get you started. plus I cant recommend enough @pluckyredhead‘s daredevil 101 series. it will get you brushed up on all the important dd things throughout history plus its hilarious

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