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yanderu-deredere · 9 months

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hope u have a lil fun with this ask cus i feel like maybe u might be into this: how would the yanderes be if their darling was a jpop idol? ive been watching oshi no ko and im super into it loool

yeong-bae kigal ★ profile

your biggest fucking fan LOL

literally sneaks around, his hair in a cap, shades on his face, ill-fitting clothes on his body just to be able to go to your concerts, your meet and greets, be able to go to the release of your albums

would always cheer the loudest!! and it's really a surprise becos he's usually so soft spoken and meek but like! he has quite a pair of lungs if it's for you!

has a closet dedicated to merch for you! he's literally a hoarder LOL he has the first editions for everything, has two copies of all of your albums, has the light sticks and the banners, the works

they have two copies of everything becos they should have one to open and look thru but the other one is to keep pristine in the packaging LOL

does the thing that some fans do where he buys as many albums as they need to collect all the photo cards and then sells the albums after without photo cards lmaooo or maybe shells out money to other fans so they can get their photo cards

basically, they have the complete memorabilia and it's their proudest achievement

if you ever sign something of theirs, they'll literally die. or they'll think they've died and gone to heaven

"Hi, what's your name?" You smiled at them and it felt like their soul ascended from their body.

With nervous jittery hands, they handed you their album, quaky smile on their face "Yeong-bae."

You grinned and gave a curt nod before hunkering over their album, pen in hand, to write out whatever you wanted to write out.

Yeoung-bae just sat there, still quite nervous but happy to be in front of you. Usually, he was too shy to come to meet and greets with an album. He was only ever courageous enough to shake your hand.

But, now, he actually sat down and told you his name!

"Here you go." You directed that blindingly gorgeous smile back at him as you handed him the album, opened to the page you signed on.

"Sorry, it's marker and I didn't want it to smudge." You apologised but all Yeong-bae could think was that you were so kind, so thoughtful.

Before he could read the message, your hand was suddenly on top of his, warm and soft in all the best ways. "Thank you so much for always coming to my events."

Yeong-bae's cheeks reddened and he tried to sputter out something intelligible. Unfortunately, your manager came along, ushering him away so that the next person could take their turn.

Yeong-bae tried not to be disheartened. It was easy when he glanced down at the message you left him as he walked away.

You're Yeong-bae from Acatalepsy right? I'm your biggest fan! As soon as I heard your voice, I immediately knew! Maybe we can have a collab soon? Good luck with your band and your events! I'll always cheer you on!

soren kumar ★ profile

acts less like a fan and more like a manager or a dependable senior

literally tries his hardest to always be around you LOL like suddenly, you're collabing with their band or you're practicing in the same studio all the time

he basically uses the fact that both of you are performers as an excuse to be close to you

and like acatalepsy (his band) is one of the biggest bands right now so like it's not impossible to imagine that you'd let him in, right? and just let him do what he wants?

also uses his position to kind of give you a boost behind the scenes. like he won't let you know its happening but, suddenly, you're getting opportunities and shit that you hadn't gotten before

you probably chalk it off to getting more and more popular and its that partly

but it's soren too. it's always soren

You stood at the right wing of the stage, hidden behind thick velvet curtain and darkness. You stared at the vast crowd in front of the stage, the sparkling lights of their light sticks almost blinding.

Just standing there made you feel nervous, made you feel small. You were nothing in face of that crowd.

You flinched when you suddenly felt hands on your shoulders and a breath against your ear "What's wrong?"

You recognised that voice anywhere. Instantly, you relaxed, a rather heavy sigh leaving your lips "Just nervous. Before concert jitters."

Soren turned you around to face him, that signature warm grin on his face "Nothing to be nervous about. You'll do great."

"Do you remember my tips?" He added, almost like an afterthought and you nodded. Those tips reassured you, made you a bit more confident.

Soren's grin only grew brighter. His hand moved from your shoulder to your cheek "You'll do great, love, don't worry about it so hard. That crowd is out there for you."

You wanted to argue that the crowd was out there for them, that this wasn't just your concert, but a shared concert between you, their band and a few other performers.

There was no arguing with the very sure and stubborn expression on Soren's face though. So, you just gave a nod and let yourself be reassured by him.

After you left for the stage, Soren watched you with rapt eyes, glancing away just quick enough to spot the paparazzi backstage with him.

He wondered what the headlines would look like in the morning.

ryuunosuke yamamoto ★ profile

biggest fan pt. 2 LOL

absolutely obsessed but, unlike yeong-bae, he's so open about it and he tells literally everyone he can tell about you

'oh you like good music? well have you heard of--'

people around him are sick of it but also they have to admit your music is pretty fucking good LOL

also has a huge collection but isn't smart enough to get repeats of any of his merch so all his albums are opened and well-worn

he'll flip through them whenever he has the time, just admiring your photos and stuff or reading your lyrics

keeps your photo cards in his wallet 100% and he lovingly shows it to people

he always takes extra jobs as sound tech or like backstage staff at concerts in the hopes that it ends up being your concert and it hasn't worked once but he still hopes

"Excuse me? Sorry, can I ask you something?"

Ryuu had been mid-bend and about to pick up a giant speaker when your melodic voice fluttered into his ear. He would've recognised your voice anywhere.

The speaker fell the short distance to the floor and he immediately turned around, wide eyes taking in your outfit and your sheepish little expression "Huh?"

Huh? Was that the best he could do? He finally manages to meet his soulmate, the one person he's loved more than anything, who he's admired more than anything, and that's all he had to say?

Thankfully, you giggled, all soft and sweet and Ryuu felt all his stress and worry melt away. You really were so magical and wonderful.

"Sorry, it's the first time I've done a concert here and I'm kind of lost." You admitted, looking so cutely embarrassed that Ryuu wanted to scream into his hands and roll around.

"Do you know where my room is?"

Of course he knew where your room was. He'd been hovering around it for ages now.

Instead of admitting that, though, he just nodded and immediately turned around, entire body wound like a tight string. He was way too nervous to be around you like this and, yet, he didn't want to stay away.

"Wait a sec." You ran after him, your hand--smaller than his, oh so small and soft and gentle--suddenly landing on his "Sorry, can't see well backstage."

You probably didn't want to mention his rather long legs and his rather long strides.

"Sorry." He apologised as well but his heart really wasn't in it. He was glad to have hurried along because, if he hadn't, you wouldn't have held him like this.

Maybe he could stick around you a bit longer, see if you cling to him more.

You were meant to be after all.

ayaka yamato ★ profile

your biggest fan pt. 3

instead of really collecting a lot of your merchandise, she just obsessively follows you on social media

she'll like every single one of your posts, retweets all your tweets, makes sure to join every single one of your lives

she also doesn't miss a single event, no matter how expensive LOL

she definitely does her best to monetarily support you

hires you to always have concerts around lovelock, makes sure to have shares in the company you work for, etc etc

is just overall very vocally supportive of you LMAO

"Excuse me?"

Ayaka froze in place, her fingers tightening around the iced coffee in her hand.

"Sorry, I don't know if I have this right but are you ayaka-ya?"

She finally turned around and, like she had thought, it really was you, smiling so sugary sweet, shy expression making you look absolutely adorable.

Who would've thought that she'd finally meet you at some high-end cafe downtown?

"Oh my god, hi!" Ayaka immediately stood up, eyes wide as she tried to take in your cute outfit and your gorgeous face.

"Hi, sorry, it's probably so weird to come up to you so suddenly..." You rubbed the back of your neck, looking extremely sheepish "But, uhm, I've been such a huge fan of yours for the longest time and I know that you're a fan of mine too, right?"

You'd noticed? Her eyes fluttered a little as she tried to regain her composure "Oh my god, that's sooo embarrassing that you noticed."

You immediately shook your head and took her hands into yours "No, no, I've really appreciated all the likes and retweets and just all the support! It means the world to me!"

"Actually..." You leaned closer, your shy expression only growing even more bashful "Your support got me through a lot of tough times so I wanted to say thank you."

Ayaka nodded hastily, heart beating a staccato in her chest. To hear you, the one person she looked up to and wanted to support, say that she had been supporting you instead?

Had she died of caffeine overdose and went to heaven?

"You can say thank you by having coffee with me, how's that?" She hugged your arm and gestured to the empty seat behind her, grin wide and expression excited.

Somehow, she could get addicted to this feeling.

#yandere oc x reader #yandere x reader #oc x reader #yandere #male yandere #male oc #female oc #female yandere #drabbles #bulleted #yeongbae #soren #ryuu #ayaka

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simpforchuchu · 2 years

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Hyuga x reader x platonic!Rocky

a/n: Okay im really in love with Hyuga and i really love white rascals xkmekx So here you are ♥️🥳 AND REQUESTS ARE OPEN FOR H&L JDJFKF

Sorry for the grammer or spelling mistakes.English is not my main language so...

Thank you and love you 🥰

Warnings: none

While walking in the dark and secluded street, you felt that something was wrong. Someone was following you, you knew it. But right now there was no street to trap them in or no one to help you.

You kept walking so as not to show that you understood. You pulled the hood of the cardigan under your leather jacket over your head and pulled the zip up a little higher. It was quite cold at this time, you rubbed your arms and took your phone out of your pocket and checked the time.

It's already past midnight, your location is one of the streets within the borders of Daruma. Before putting your phone in your pocket, you secretly glanced at the person behind you from the reflection on the screen and put your phone in your pocket.

After a while, you stopped your steps and crouched down and tied your laces again. You could feel the person following you approaching. As soon as you were sure that he was behind you, you dragged your leg on the ground with a sudden movement and knocked the man down with a hard trip.

You jumped on him quickly and punched him hard in the face. You weren't very strong, but you knew where to hit. You grabbed the man's collar tightly and looked into his face. You didn't know him.

"Who are you ?"

When there was no answer, you grabbed his collar tighter and shouted.

"I said who are you? Why are you following me? You're not from Sword!"

When the man looked at you and grinned, you fell to the ground in pain when someone kicked you hard on the back before you knew what was going on.

When you quickly got up, there were not one but two people in front of you. You looked at the two men in front of you when you coughed with the blow you took on your back.

When the man you just punched came towards you, you quickly threw another punch. As the man fell to the ground with a punch to the face again, you gasped with a sharp pain in the left side of your stomach.

Your eyes widened in fear when you looked at the man who was a few steps away from you. The man had a knife in his hand and blood was dripping from the knife. Your blood...

You panicked with the liquid coming into your hand when you frightened your left hand. When you took a few steps back in pain, you leaned against a wall and squatted slowly on the floor.

"A little gift from Doubt's to Rocky's bitch!"

It was too late when you realized what was going on and who they were with the man's words. You weren't one of the white rascals, but you were collecting information for Rocky. You were giving him information you normally sell for money for saving your life at the time. It was your way of thanking him, although he doesn't approve of this way...

Rocky has treated you like a sister over the years, being there whenever you need him. Even though people didn't know exactly your relationship, most people who knew Rocky knew how precious you were to him.

And the men in front of you were Rocky's worst enemies. They were a hideous prostitution gang and wild animals who kidnapped and sold women. You didn't know if they were going to kill you, but you could guess that much worse things could happen to you.

You wanted to cry when you pressed your hand on your stomach in pain. It hurt so bad and you were starting to feel cold. You couldn't really focus on what the people around you were saying, but when you heard them say something about taking you away, you slowly stood up, bracing yourself from the wall.

You had to fight, you had no other choice. You took a deep breath, it hurt even when you took a breath. You tried to forget the wound on your stomach. You shook your fist with all your might and cursed when it didn't hit anyone.

You got even more angry when the men in front of you grinned and looked at you contemptuously. Just as you were about to attack again, you looked at the car right next to you with the sound of the engine you heard.

"Daruma?"

You frowned in surprise at the familiar face you saw as you looked at the gang members in red. The leader of Daruma was also here.

Hyuga Norihisa... the maniacal leader of the Red Sword gang. Hyuga has always been the one that caught your attention. His crazy fighting style, reckless demeanor and devotion to his gang always caught your attention.But unfortunately, you couldn't stand each other even in the few moments you came face to face in the past. Each time you sarcasticly made fun of each other, you looked like you were going to kill each other at the first opportunity you got.

Hyuga was staring at you as you looked at the Daruma members getting out of the car in surprise. The moment he saw you, he recognized you and looked at you in shock.

After a few seconds, he frowned when he saw you holding your stomach with your hand and slowly walked towards you. You were giving short breaths, pressing on the bleeding wound with your hand. Your knees were getting weaker and couldn't carry you.

Hyuga stopped right in front of you and looked at your hand and then at your face again.

"What is the princess of the White Rascals doing in the Daruma region?"

He didn't sound angry, but rather curious. He also looked worried.

"I'm waiting for an answer y/n-chan?"

You tried to answer in a low voice

"I'm not officially a member of the white rascals, this has nothing to do with them Hyuga"

Right after you could barely finish your sentence, you lost the strength in your knees and staggered. You were about to fall to the ground when Hyuga grabbed your waist tightly and pressed you against him.

He must have realized you couldn't stand when you lay your head on his chest and hold on tight to his shirt, he was holding you pretty tight. Just then, his brows furrowed as his men said the men who hurt you were Doubt members.

"What kind of trouble did you get yourself into, brat?"

You tightened your grip on his shirt and gasped

"If you're going to leave me to die, do it. But if you're going to help, please hurry, I don't think I have any more strength."

He could hear the sarcasm in your voice. He grinned and shook his head slowly. He put one hand on your waist and the other under your legs, and took you in his arms.

While pressing your wound with one hand, you slowly snuggled closer to Hyuga. Smiling at your gesture, he nervously coughed and stepped towards the car and left the dark alley with his men.

***

You didn't know what was going on on car ride. Hyuga was holding you tightly in his arms, and you were getting colder and colder. Even the jacket thrown on didn't stop it.

"Drive to the hospital, hurry!"

You slowly extended your hand to Hyuga based on what you heard. He looked at you, while your eyes still closed with his eyes in surprise.

You gripped his shirt tightly with your hand and whispered.

"No hospital... Please... Rocky mustn't know about this!"

Hyuga was looking at you in surprise. He understood why but your situation wasn't looking good.

"You're going to die! It's not just a scratch, you stupid brat!"

Although you didn't understand why he sounded so worried, you slowly opened your eyes and tried to look at him. He looked really worried.

"Hyuga-san... I beg you... no hospital..."

Hyuga sighed in anger and shook his head and ordered his men to drive to the temple. As the car suddenly changed direction, you slowly lowered your hand in relief and whispered. "Thank you..."

As your eyes slowly closed, Hyuga tightened his grip on your waist and whispered while gently stroking your hair.

"I'll kill you if you die, brat!"

***

You opened your eyes when you were dropped on a soft place. You were laid on a mattress. This was the temple of Daruma.

Hyuga was shouting at those around him, telling him to bring something. You didn't quite understand what was going on around you but when Hyuga saw you open your eyes, he smiled and called out to you.

"Try to stay awake y/n-chan! We'll clean and bandage your wound, okay?"

You tried to keep your eyes open. It didn't hurt so much anymore, but you were so weak.

"I have to take it off y/n..."

You nodded when you realized that he was waiting for your permission, and he slowly unbuttoned the front of your cardigan and pulled up your shirt.

You saw Hyuga's brows furrow as the cold air hit your skin. But a few seconds later he looked at you and smiled.

"The bleeding has stopped, but the wound looks bad y/n. I'll clean it up and bandage it, but you're going to the doctor tomorrow."

You saw him pouring alcohol on the cotton pads when he saw that you didn't react. You wanted to sleep but you opened your eyes again when Hyuga called out.

"Y/n... I'm going to be honest this will hurt you so much. I'm sorry...."

You suddenly screamed with the burning pain you felt in your stomach. The alcohol burned your wound so much that your eyes filled with tears. Hyuga was holding you with one arm as you squirmed in place.

After a while, when he pulled the cotton from the wound, you laid your head back on the pillow with tears in your eyes and fainted from exhaustion.

Hyuga looked at you sadly, bandaged your wound and covered you.

"Sorry y/n..."

***

After your wound was bandaged, you never opened your eyes again. You used to talk and mutter in your sleep from time to time.

Hyuga sat silently on the edge of your bed, watching you. After a while, he took his eyes off you with the noises he heard outside and stood up.

Before he could walk to that door, the door of the room opened, Rocky came in in a fury and when he saw you lying unconscious on the floor, fire appeared in his eyes.

"Y/n! What happened to her?"

Hyuga rolled his eyes and told his men that they could leave.

"Who did this? How is she doing?"

Hyuga shook his head.

"Like I said on the phone, I found her injured. She was stabbed and a little battered. Two people from Doubt attacked her. It's lucky we were passing through..."

Rocky clenched his fist and looked at you sadly. Your skin was pale and you had bruises on your face. There were sweat drops on your forehead and neck, you looked pretty bad

"She didn't want to go to the doctor, I cleaned and bandaged her wound here but she doesn't look good. She asked me not to tell you but I thought you should know. Take her to the doctor Rocky-"

"Stupid... Sometimes she is a complete idiot... never gets herself out of trouble."

Hyuga looked at Rocky and was disturbed by the worried expression on the man's face. What was that feeling? Why did this stupid brat care?

"I've known her for a long time. She always finds a way to get herself into trouble. I see her like my sister. I know she can protect herself but I always wanted to protect her. I became the older brother she never had, her family.... I know why she didn't go to the doctor. Because this idiot... she didn't want me to worry..."

Hyuga involuntarily smiled at what Rocky said. For some reason, it made him happy that you weren't in a romantic relationship.

"Thanks Hyuga, I owe you."

Hyuga rolled his eyes and tried to look indifferent

"I think I like her even though she's an annoying brat. Sometimes it's nice to have someone around to fight with. That's why I wanted to save her and I did. You don't owe me or her either, you can be my guest as many times as you want. But I'd rather you bring her to the doctor."

Rocky shook his head and ran his hand through your hair, stroking it and smiling.

"This is the first time I see such an expression on your face"

Hyuga looked at Rocky at the word that was said to him in surprise, and Rocky grinned....

#high&low fic #high and low fic #high and low #high&low #hyuga x reader #hyuga #hyuga norihisa #hyuga fic #daruma #daruma ikka #darumaikka #white rascals #rocky #rocky x reader #Sword #chuchufics

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bluekraken · 7 months

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It's been a few years. I stopped doing jewelry for a while. Some of it was that i felt stuck and had not time for other things. There were a lot of other reasons im not going to go deep into.. I am not a one trick pony. There are lots of things i like doing, jewelry making was one, wood work, growing mushrooms, sewing and crochet. Some of that is collecting and making lace and crochet work. Ive decided to sell some of it finally and get back into the whole making things i actually enjoy doing. I dont want to be pinned down to one thing again with no flexibility or personal time. The hooks i use are all custom hooks ive made myself for me since i have carpel tunnel. I like hand carving tools that fit my own hand but i may consider selling custom hooks too.

Its slow going but I'll have more here soon. https://underelmtree.etsy.com

#I guess im back #Making stuff again #Urf #Vintage style #Lace #Crochet #Back to being creative

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gildedmuse · 2 years

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Happy Birthday Zoro!

So, looking through my inbox, there are a few more prompts im there than expected. Also, half of our staff went and got called off to train with this new software where switching over so on top of regular holiday business, I was covering for like two additional people the last few days. I figure I could probably get to some of the prompts this weekend, but I wanted to post something for Zoro's birthday, and, well.... I did give me word. We all know how Zoro would feel about me going back on that.

So I collected them up, into one post so I could at least wrote a little on each. Some of these might probably definitely get longer versions later, but for now, I've just put down whatever comes to mind for the moment.

Oh, and I didn't spare you the cheesy titles either.

[This was the plan and then I started to go way too long, so I'm breaking even this shorter post up....]

Losing The Plot (Like He Loses His Way)

Prompt: Law is annoyed at Zoro in Wano for breaking character from his mental storytelling.

"Franosuke, though there are not ships in Wano, there is still plenty of need for men of your skills! You shall take the role of a carpenter, working alongside the man that Kaido used to construct his hideaway. With your level of skill, physical strength, and incredible knowledge you will quickly gain a reputation and his respect as a fellow tradesman. You must get him to reveal to you the location of the blueprints that will help us navigate Onigashima!"

"That sounds like a SUPER plan! Don't worry, samurai brothers! You'll have those blue prints! Just leave it to the amazing carpentry skills of me - Franosuke!"

"O-Robi, we will need to have someone close to the shogun. You will go to the Flower Capital and seek out this woman. She is one of the finest okiya in all of Wano! With her training you will soon be invited back to the palace, where you will serve as our main source of information on the shogun."

"I will certainly do my best, Kin-san. I shall be your many eyes and ears within the palace of your enemy."

"Wow! You guys both fit your roles so perfectly! Does Wano have many jobs for the greatest snipper in all of history!?"

"Wow, Usopp! You're really excited to help them take on this yonko and his army!"

"....Army?"

"Hehe, perhaps our samurai friends will not be needed, of Usopp has already taken down all the powerful beast pirates."

"Err.... Yep! I sure will! Stand back, you four, you have nothing to worry about with God Usopp here, the bravest warrior of the sea! Unless, maybe, it would be more helpful if I stayed here and helped the Heart Pirates with the ship..."

"Usohachi, while it is not the role of a great warrior that your reputation deserves, I believe you will be most efficient in helping to spread word of our plan without drawing the enemies attention. You shall be on the streets, among the people, where you can help spread our message and listen to the citizens of Wano, who make speak without fear around a frog oil salesman."

"Hmm? A merchant asking Frog Oil. What's it do?"

"Oh, all kinds of amazing things, I've heard it said you can cure disease, release a person from a curse, pour it into soil to increase your crop yield ten times-"

"Oh! Ha! Yes, I - Usohachi - shall sell the people only the finest and most powerful of frog oils! A miracle cure for any ailment you may face!"

"Ah, so you have heard of it! Excellent, Usohachi, we will leave the recruitment of our allies in your capable hands! Now, as for you, Zorojuro, you shall take the roll of-"

"A Ronin."

Everyone in the room finally goes quiet, turning to stare at Law. He has spent up until now standing silent towards the back of the room - some abandoned farm house they had found on their quick scouting of the Wano coast and nearby area. Law has been listening to Kin'emon laying out his plan, poofing pebbled and sticks into disguises for each of the Strawhats one after another. The plan had been satisfactory, though the Strawhats' cheerfulness and upbeat nature is hardly appropriate considering the gravity of the situation. Still, Law had allowed the Samurai appointing names and jobs to each of his allies, allowing Kin'emon the freedom and respect to explain his own plan.

So far, he feels the man has chosen well. He is lucky to have three of the more competent of the crew here, especially when it comes to things like subterfuge, secrecy, and blending in. He had worried that the samurai's fondness for the crew would make him blind to many of their weaknesses.

Which is why he had stepped in when he had.

Zoro cocks his head, giving Law a strangely intense stare. Only it isn't really, it's just everything about Zoro can be intense, especially when Law has it directed directly at him. "Mmm?"

"Perhaps," Robin intervenes, looking back at Kin'emon who looks thrown by Law's sudden need to interject. "We should allow Kin-san to lead. After all, he has clearly given his plan a lot of thought and has crafted out roles out so expertly."

"Err.. Oh, O-Robi, such kind words..." The Samurai smiles and blushes, hand rubbing the back of his neck as he soaks in Robin's praise. Las just stays where he is, leaning against the back wall, but he rolls his eyes at the display. It takes Kin'emon a moment to get back to himself, coughing onto his hand as he returns to his former, more serious self. "Yes, well, Lawdono had not been that far off on our own plans! I believe the best place for a man of Zorojuro's strength, honor and intelligence is in the very halls of the shogun himself, among his warriors." Law's looks down at the floor, brow furrowed in understandable frusteration. This cannot really be their plan!? "Zorojuro will pledge loyalty to the Shogun and from within will be able to take note on the location and number of weapons stores, estimations on troop size, and possibly even secretly manage to obtain access to their facilities!" Kin'emon ends his speech on a note of pride, no doubt turning to the room and waiting for their continued praise.

After a moment of heavy hanging silence, Law looks back up to look around the room. He blinks as if uncertain of his own eyes. He can't believe what he's seeing.

The other three Strawhats are exchanging glances with one another, clearly not in support of the plan. To Law's surprise they are.... They might be sensible about this.

"Well..." Kin'emon prompts, when he realizes no reactions will be forthcoming.

Zoro opens his mouth to answer.

"As amazing as Zoro would be in such a role!" Usopp jumps in, and literally jumps in front of Zoro, smiling brightly at a very confused looking Kin'emon. "Pleading his loyalty to a stranger, sneaking around their back, acting as a spy.... It - it's almost too good!"

Kin'emon tilts his head, hand on his chin as he considers Usopp's words. "TOO good?"

Usopp gives an exaggerated nod. "Of course it's perfect for him, but it's so perfect he may stand out! This, err, crafty, elusive samurai showing up out of nowhere and ingratiating himself so perfect with the rest of the samurai and other warriors."

"It's true!" Franky jumps in, stomping a foot on the floor and snapping one of his giant mech fingers. "No one would be better for this job as our bro! But imagine how much a skilled swordsman like Zoro will stand out just by being so good at not standing out!"

"Sending in someone to take notes on the number and position of such tactical sites is an incredible plan. I know Zoro would be happy to help collect and record such information, though perhaps he should start in the role Torao suggested. It will seem more natural for him to join the Shogun after being master-less for a while first, wouldn't it?"

"Huh, well, I suppose that's true... Zorojuro? What do you say?"

Zoro simply shrugs. "Sure, let's go with Torao's plan."

Law's heart jumps in his chest. He finds his mouth suddenly dry. Such simple, careless words but to Law they ring across the empty barn.

When he catches Robin glances back at him, he has to shake whatever look is on his face away, putting up a mask of indifference and grumpiness once more. He is simply satisfied that they have seen the intelligence of Law's suggestion, that's all.

Still, with all the pieces in their place and Zoro set to wander the city as a samurai without a master, a swordsmen without a captain, Law can't help but think that maybe Wano won't be a complete diaster. After all, Zoro-ya is finally listening to him.

....

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I Am Where I Am

Prompt: For Zoro's birthday. We all know he gets lost. Does he get lost in time as well? Oh the potential of who he would meet. And who would lust… err.. meet him in return.

Any attempt at writing this one out would just get me lost in it, I'd be going on forever. But I can tell you where it is I would go...

Obviously, he goes back to meet the future king of the pirates, otherwise known as Gol D Rogers. Who I'm sure would be excited to have a good clash with Zoro and then a good fuck. Rayleigh would be there, shaking his head at his captain's childish joy over battling with someone who has such a unique style, smirking over Rogers's drunken attempts say flirting with the boy after. Buggy is suspicious of this guy, and Shanks keeps whispering about how strange he acts, but also can't help but liking Zoro by the end.

Doflamingo is nowhere near as subtle as a totally none subtle Rogers was about how much he'd really like this pretty young thing to get on his knees and part those sweet pink lips of hiss. It's Corazon's plan to just disappear, but this green haired stranger shows up a few days before he puts his plan into action and saved Law from a mob that had caught a glimpse of his white patches of skin. Zoro doesn't care about that stuff at all (he didn't even know he was saving Law). And Corazon sees how his brother is being, and for some reason since he saved Law, Zoro seems determined to stick around. In case. So Corazon ends up offering to take Zoro along with him and Law, and Zoro goes along because, sure, it seems like they could use the protection (and even though Law is short and annoying, he is still their ally) Corazon and Zoro get along better than you'd imagine, and Law constantly feels the strongest, unexplainable need to shove himself between the two. Because he doesn't trust this guy. No other reason.

The FIRST time he meets Hawkeyes, he is 19 and, like Zoro at that age, is still in his challenge every swordsman you came across stage. It actually gets under his skin when Zoro refuses to accept the challenge because, "there's no point, defeating you when I know you're nowhere near your best yet." Zoro has never seen Hawkeyes so... Openly emotional, even if that emotion is huffiness over being treated like a child. There is a 15 year old Shanks there, too, Zoro doesn't know why but he seems to hover around Hawkeyes in a way Hawkeyes keeps calling annoying but never actually stops him from doing. Shanks seems to state at Zoro more than Hawkeyes approves of, too.

Crocodile has just arrived in Alabaster, and he could certainly use someone as.... Skilled with a sword as Zoro by his side. Zoro tells him he still isn't interested in his offer and Crocodile seems both upset and confused, not a good mix on someone who is use to getting what he wants. And with Zoro I'm the middle of the desert, too. Maybe he should rethink Crocodile's offer (Zoro is sure he can take the warlord, bit he has to admit he's a bit surprised when the sand starts to rip at his clothes, to run across his skin like fingers, to almost stroke him.) He is just about to get serious when suddenly half the desert freezes. A young Aokiji walks by, casually reminding Crocodile that he should be careful how he behaves in public now that he's a shichibukai.... Keep such stuff in the shadows. In the shadows, Zoro is sure he sees a small eye and ear disappear into a wall. Aokiji waves them goodbye, he has someone to find.

It's nice to spend time with Ace, actually getting to know the brother Luffy lost. He didn't realize how handsy the other boy could be though, but maybe it's just because they're stuck on such a small boat together. Anyway, as it turns out, Zoro doesn't mind some causal sex every now and then.

A helpful thing to learn right before meeting Hawkeyes for a second time. He is 29 and waiting at the dock of some small little eastern Island. He seems to remember Zoro instantly, though he eyes him in suspicion, asking if Zoro is ready to give him his match yet. Zoro says no. Both turn at the sound of a drunken Shanks and company singing a familiar pirate shanty. Singing along with them is a five year old Luffy, perched on Shank's shoulders. Shanks waves at Zoro like an old friend. Luffy asks about his three swords and Shanks comments that three is always better than one before sending Luffy off. Shanks comments that it's a good thing he knows from past experiences that Zoro will not go to bed with drunken pirate captains so he won't waste his time. Mihawk eyes Zoro even more suspiciously. Zoro seems confused, having not realized that Rogers was hitting on him, but even he can't ignore it when Shanks drapes himself around Mihawk, unbothered by them still standing out on the docks where anyone can see. Mihawk keeps staring at Zoro, too, even with Shanks kissing and touching him.... It makes Zoro's cheeks go red. Why is Hawkeyes staring so much. Probably because Zoro is so cute, Shanks points out. He should really come along with them, at least for the night. Three is better than one, after all.

Finally, Zoro ends up where he should be, just not yet. It's so strange having Luffy be older than him, and not just by a few years. He's got to be, what, like 23... 25 maybe? ("Shishishi, baka!" Brilliant smile "I turned 30 just.... Umm...." making the same face as he does when Zoro knows him, when he has to think hard "Oh, three years ago! That's right!") Then there is 39/40 year old Law and.... Wow. So much wow. Even if Torao is far too smug at Zoro's reaction. (Zoro really should have picked up on the pattern, being attracted to a younger Rayleigh just as much as the older version when he thinks of it, and then there had been the fact that teenage Mihawk may have been less serious and boring, but Zoro couldn't help but think that he sure is smaller and younger looking than Zoro would have thought. Not that he wants to sleep with his version of Hawkeye, but he does remember drunkenly thinking that it would be more fun if this young Hawkeye had the build more like he does in the future, and also If he changed his facial hair, and if his eyes were a bit sharper..... Just if he looked a bit more like when he's older...) Zoro doesn't really think about it though. But he can't help but notice that Torao looks REALLY good in the future.

(It's also easy for Law to be smug. After all, he is well aware of how attractive Zoro-ya finds him.... Or at least, he knew how attractive Zoro-ya would find him in a few years.) Zoro isn't really sure how to react to seeing himself. They both just sort of nod to each other. Then Zoro goes back to staring at Torao. Older Zoro just shrugging, waving to Law as he turns and heads off. He's fine with having some free time to train, maybe grab a drink. Be careful with him, Torao, he was still so breakable back then. ("What? Tch, what do you know old man!") Now, now, please both Zoro-yas, no fighting. There are far better things they could be doing. Isn't three better than one after all?

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Three Gift Style

Prompt: Law, Luffy, Kid secretly bought the perfect present for Zoro. Somehow, they realise that they bought the same thing. And here they are, fighting for who will give it to Zoro first.

This idea is just so adorable, my only issue is I'm not even sure how to write Kid/Zoro? I mean.... Does Killer not exist in this universe? Is that how that works? No, that can't be it because, honestly, it feels like even if you did go Kid/Zoro, it would have been Killer who actually suggested the perfect gift.

Kind of like I feel like Luffy would have spent a week thinking about it, asking the crew in a way that he thinks is very subtle and doesn't give him away but totally does.

Law has a damn file on Zoro-ya. He's been studying him, taking his time, planning this out. (All perfectly normal, it's the kind of thing he would obviously have on a guy he has a huge crush on an ally.)

Also Law has a clear advantage. Let the idiots fight, he can just shamble Zoro over. Though, he spends too much time being serious and not direct and before he can actually give Zoro his gift - because of course he's built it up, waiting for the perfect moment - that damn menace of a captain comes slingshoting through the air, clotheslining Zoro at the waist and flying off into the distance.

Which only results on Zoro being irritated (for about three seconds, so like forever in terms of Zoro being irritated at Luffy) and Luffy snickers, all amused at Zoro pretending to be so grumpy. Then he gets kind of blushy because he's still wrapped around Zoro - oh! But he doesn't have time because he has something for Zoro! .... Wait, where is it? Damn, he must have left it on the ship. Hey, Zoro, stay here for a minute okay? Don't run off and get lost on him, shishishi!

Zoro: I don't get los- *Luffy already gone*

Zoro: *sigh* What is Luffy up to anyway? I guess I best stay here in case it's something stupid and - Hey!

And Kid uses his powers to attract Zoro's swords, so of course Zoro is going to go running after them. Hey, whatever invisible asshole took his swords, he's gonna kick your ass! Give them back, you see through bastard!

Unlike those last two idiots, Kid isn't going to waste time. He got Zoro there, he's just going to throw the gift at him and act like it is no big deal, just the first thing he found and he heard Zoro's birthday might be coming up or whatever.

Only of course he throws it and it disappears. "Hey! What was that for!?" And Zoro is lightly pelted by pebbles.

Like Law was going to let Kid give Zoro-ya his gift first he Shambles down in front of Kid... Only to hear the incoming scream of Luffy as he comes shooting in. How dare they go and move Zoro from where Luffy left him!

Zoro just shrugging and leaving the three to argue and fight. It doesn't involve him.

.... Hawkeye? What are you doing here?

Mihawk: I happen to be passing by with a gift for my little rabbit.

Man, it's pretty amazing how three immature, competitive jostling-for-position personalities can so quickly turn around and form an alliance when there is a common enemy to defeat.

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that-one-weeb-but-starwars · 3 years

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My Love| Echo pt 3

Note: i'll edit this later, my mouth hurts from wisdom teeth removal but wanted to get it out for you.

Warnings: No real warnings, but there is a semi spicey scene and mentions of nudity towards the end, but doesnt go into too far of detail. And Echo's legs are cannoned a bit lower than tcw meaning yes Echos got an ass, but his legs and thighs stuff like that are still metal so

Reader: Male

Part: 1 | 2 | 3 | 3.5 | 4 | 5 | 6

Master list

Y/n watched the boys try there food. They're faces lighting up as the room became silent, people busy digging into there food.

Y/n ate his own, his hand on Echo's thigh under the table, Echo's leg touching Y/n's.

"Ma'm this is way way! Better than rations!" Wrecker cheered.

"Im glad you like it so much, so tell me boys. What brought you over here?" Margie asked.

Hunter swallowed his food, "well we wanted to meet Echo's boyfriend Ma'm, we had no idea they had been dating for so long."

It was lucky for the group that talked they stayed together, near the head of the table where Margie sat, a small kid or two down from her.

"Echo's been nothing but a delight. To both my son and my family." Margie praised, "he's a good kid, Im assuming he gets it from his older brothers?"

"Oh...uh." Hunter spoke.

"He's older than us." Crosshair responded for the group.

"Oh?" She smiled, "you learn something new every day."

She looked at Y/n who nodded and smiled, "Yep."

"So where are you boys staying?" She asked.

Oh shit. Was the only thing Echo could think of. His brothers? Staying here?

"Oh we have our own place." Tech responded, "We live in a building complex called the Marauder."

Well that was a lie.

"Wait. Isn't that the name-" Y/n was cut off when Hunter kicked him.

"Ow.."

"Sorry. Foot must've slipped." Hunter responded his head slightly jolting towards the side, Echo was lost in his food, eating small spoon fulls, he was listening inteny even though he tried to cover his easedropping up.

"Oh! Yeah!" Y/n chuckled, Echo's frame slightly picking up.

"Oh. Nice place then?" Margie spoke.

"Oh..uh yeah. Decent..just a bit cramped but we don't mine." Hunter told, "we do alot of delivering off world too, so we work a decent amount...Echo! Echo here works the hardest. He may not be the strongest but he sure knows how to uh-"

"Pack a crate! And log the ports data. He's also a skilled mechanic!" Wrecker joined in.

What were they doing? Fake Prasing him? Why?

She smiled, "You boys seem like you like your jobs."

The boy's nodded, Y/n watched as Tech, Hunter and Wrecker hyped up Echo. The boy's trying to support Echo, "and you? Crosshair was it?"

Crosshair stopped from putting a spoonful in his mouth, "Oh. I.-" he looked at Echo infront of him, "I have a long way to go, a lot to learn."

"The youngest then?" She questioned.

"Yeah..." Crosshair responded bringing the food to his mouth.

"That's a sweet little bussniess you all have then," she congratulated, "We'd have to work with you one day, we have a business of our own."

"What's the bussniess if I may ask?" Tech questioned.

"Well our main bussniess is a food bussniess, you know selling buying, producing, but recently we've started a non-profit organization for battle droids."

"For battle droids? Clankers?" Wrecker asked.

"Thats what them clone boys call them," She smiled, "we basically rehab them, and send them back into the world, most as servants, translators. Small things."

"That's uh well..."

"I know I know. But here we believe that everything stands a chance." She contuined, "Echo has helped us alot on efficent repairs."

Echo nodded as he put a spoonful in his mouth.

"We have one that takes care of the animals in the small barn." Margie told, "Y/n! Have you showed them the animals dear?"

"No ma. This is only the second room they been in." Y/n informed.

"How dare you not give them a tour!" His mother spoke fake harshly, Y/n chuckling his mom soon following after.

"Oh mommy dearest I ask your humble apologies even though I don't deserve it. I suppose I'll sleep outside in the barn."

The two laughed as they smiled at one another.

"I'll show them around afterwords. Prepaired for your world to be rocked." He told the boys infront of him.

"Well I welcome you to the family boys. Its always a pleasure to have another few join the bunch!" She cheered.

"Thank you." Hunter spoke.

She smiled for a final time return to her food as did the others, small talk. Kids started asking to be excused, when excused they took there dishes and walked into the kitchen to clean there dishes and put them on the drying racks.

Echo finished before Y/n asking to be excused he got up with his dishes and went to clean them. Wrecker asked next, he being excused as he grabbed his own things and left.

Echo was along cleaning his dishes, his plate flat in the sink as he scrubbed the plate with one hand.

"Wanna hand?"

Echo turned his head, "oh. No. Im good."

Echo turned back towards his plates.

"Echo. Im. Im sorry." Wrecker apologized, "he's better than any lady you could date."

"Oh. Uh." Echo spoke, "thanks..."

"I didn't mean to hurt your feelings." Wrecker told him.

Echo frowned, "I. I know Wrecker. I shouldn't of yelled at you."

"We've should of waited for you to explain."

Putting his dishes on the drying rack he turned to Wrecker who stood next to him, Wrecker's dishes sat on the counter patiently waiting for his turn.

"It's. Okay." Echo responded, "I, I forgive you, at the end of the day. I'm the only one dating him. Right?"

Wrecker smiled, "So. We're okay?"

Echo nodded, quickly being picked up in a hug as he chuckled, patting Wrecker's shoulder.

"Now do your dishes before Y/n's mom cuts your head off." Echo joked waving smally to him.

Echo walked back out, going down the hall and too the living room, the room filled with silence as he collected the cups from eariler.

Bent over setting all the cups down accordingly there was a whistle, a soft one, not loud enough for anyone to hear if they weren't in the room.

"Would you look at that ass." Y/n spoke, Echo standing straight as he turned around, "aren't you a gifted fellow?"

Echo chuckled, "You should be careful what you say in here."

It was Y/n's turn to chuckle.

"Why's that?"

"Why do you think?" Echo questioned as he watched Y/n walk forward, grabbing his hips and pulling Echo closer.

"All I do is tell the truth," Y/n smiled.

Echo's arms drapped on Y/n's shoulder's, Y/n holding his hips.

"Now this is something we shouldn't be doing in here." Y/n teased.

Echo smiled, "One kiss never hurt anyone?"

"Oh?"

Y/n smiled, leaning down kissing Echo. His hand running through Y/n's hair, Y/n pulled away from Echo, foreheads resting on one another.

"I love you." Y/n told him.

"I love you too." Echo smiled.

Y/n pulled him into a short kiss, "You wanna sit on my lap again baby?"

"Gladly-" Echo was cut off again with a kiss, a chuckle filling his mouth from Y/n.

"Get a damn room!"

Y/n pulled away, glaring at the teen.

"Well Enzo. I am in a room! So get out of it!" Y/n argued, Echo's head in Y/n's shoulder.

"Well mom wants you to give those guys a tour." Enzo responded.

"Alright." Y/n spoke, turning back to Echo, "Later baby."

Echo was give a kiss on the lips, Y/n grabbed the tray.

"I can do that," Echo spoke stopping Y/n.

"How about you can do this one day, when we have our own home." Y/n spoke, "you know when we're married and have a little farm."

Echo flushed deeply, a farm? With him and Y/n all by themselves? Sounded...sounded. amazing.

Y/n pulled away from him tray in hand, "come on let's give that tour."

Echo followed Y/n dropping off the tray and then taking the boys around, introducing them to all the kids, big, medium small to twilek, zabrack, human to torguata. All of diffrent personalities. Some reading on there bed, some working out, some listening to music, others playing with dolls and action figures.

And then there was his room, nothing special, Echo and his favorite record in sitting still as the song had finished, a box of records tucked under the small table the record player sat on. The sheets a dark purple his pillow cases a matching dark blue a window at the far end.

"Please come in." Y/n responded offering them to come in and look around.

They filed in, the room fitting all them comfortably.

"It's quiet simple," Tech explained, "Your personality is a bit more bubbly so I was expecting something wild."

"Like that?" Crosshair questioned.

"Like what?" Tech responded turning around to face the wall behind them.

The wall was filled with photos, drawings and dried flowers, a vintage theme, branching off into its sub groups.

"There it is." Tech repsonded adjusting his glasses.

"Please feel free to look around." Y/n responded.

Crosshair stood next to Wrecker as they looked at the photos.

"Hey! It's Echo! Look!" Wrecker cheered as Crosshair peered over, the photo of Echo asleep on the couch, kids knocked out with him, "and Kamino!"

"How's you get a picture of Kamino?" Hunter questioned now also looking at the photos.

"Echo here got it for me." Y/n smiled as Echo rubbed the back of his head, "Its not just my memories up there- Hey! Lets get our own photo up there!"

Y/n got up going over to his desk as he lifted the top up pulling the old porloroid out.

"Echo." Crosshair spoke as the clone came over, "wanna explain this one?"

Echo looked at the photo, he clearly knocked out in Y/n's bed, his back bare hinting towards what had happened before hand, the blanket covering to his mid back and down, his arms tucked under a pillow permentatly fluffing it up as his cheek was baired into it.

"Not bad." Crosshair spoke nudging his brother, he was trying.

"Here is is new film and all." Y/n smiled going towards the group, "Come on! Gather around."

Y/n smiled as the group akwardly grouped together infront of the window. Looking at the group he rushed over, pushing them closer together.

"It'll be on a timer so I only have a few seconds." Y/n told them walking back over, "ready?"

"Uh sure?"

Y/n quickly pushed the button rushing over to the group, he quickly stood next to Echo. There was a click as Y/n rushed back over. The photo coming out the bottom as Tech rushed over intrested.

"Oh nice its comin through already." Y/n smiled, soon waving the square around as he walked over to his desk picking out a red and black thumb tack.

"Hmm..." y/n spoke rushing over to the wall looking around, "hah! Echo come here! Help me put this up."

Echo walked over as the boys watched him hand Echo the image and tack.

"See right there." Y/n pointed a spot above the door, dead center towards the ceiling.

"We'll move this one." Y/n said pulling up an old photo besides the light switch "up there."

Handing Echo the old photo they swapped Y/n pinning the new one with the group with a smile.

"Ready?"

"Yeah-"

Echo was grabbed by the legs, Y/n picking him up as Y/n grabbed the back off his thighs.

"A bit higher." Echo spoke as Y/n pulled his arms back, tight on Echo's thighs he pushed the clone upward, his thighs now trapping Y/n's face as Y/n's hands vanished behind Echo's kama skirt.

"Got it?" Y/n asked his chin resting at Echo's belt.

"Yeah." Echo spoke, his face red as he cleared his throat.

"Ready?'

"No- Y/n-" He spoke as Y/n laughed walking towards his bed, "Y/n! Y/n! I'll kill you don't- Ah!-"

Y/n tossed the trooper on the bed he bouncing as he let out a grunt, Y/n only chuckled turning back towards the boys, "come on i'll show you that barn they were talking about."

Y/n lead the boys along to the backyard, showing them the small barn his father worked on fixing a small animals leg, waving a B-1 droid showed up in a happy matter the others ready to fight.

"Master Y/n!"

"Please Y/n is fine B." Y/n smiled, "Boys this is B. He helps with the animals."

With an akward introduction the batchers kept there distance, but with the end of the small barn came the end of the tour. It now late in the hours of the day as the boys made there way our. Excusing themselves for the night.

"You'll have to come back." Y/n smiled.

"If its okay with Echo and your mother. " Hunter spoke, "and you of course."

"We'd be delighted to have you again." Y/n smiled, "Please. Come anytime with Echo. Or by yourselves. We're open doors."

Hunter nodded, the batch saying there goodbyes and thanks once more. They started there way away from the home, Tech staying back, "I suppose not all regs are regular after all. And that's good."

With his last comment Tech rushed to join the others.

Echo stayed behind with Y/n who smiled as the boys vanished.

"Now. That we're. Alone." Y/n teased.

"Alone? Really in this house?" Echo teased back.

Y/n chuckled, "as alone as we can be."

Echo smiled as Y/n closed the door.

"I'll go make some more milk and honey, you. Go get ready to cuddle." Y/n ordered playfully.

"Thats something I can do."

Him and Y/n unfortunately went separate ways, Y/n cleaning the cups and pot setting them to dry as one of the old B-1 droids would put the mass of dishes away during the night.

He pulled out another pot, putting it on the stove filled with the sweet liquid he wipped the tray clean, putting a fresh set of cookies on a small plate and two cups. Just in time as the pot started to whistle, pulling it off the stove he turned the gas off and went to his room.

Holding the tray in one hand he opened his door, "hey hope you didn't miss me too..."

Y/n's frame filling the door way, but froze seeing Echo's bare back facing him, a blanket sat high waisted on him as Y/n quickly stepped in, quiet with his steps he locked the door behind him, Echo now standing up and facing Y/n the blanket still around his waist.

"I uh..." Echo responded with a flush, "thought...you might like this first..."

Y/n flushed as Echo dropped the blanket, setting the tray on the nearest surface big enough, the floor flush against the wall besides the door, he walked over, kicking his shoes off in the process.

"Baby you have no idea how much I like this." Y/n told him, Echo's gaze away.

Maker. Y/n took his thumb to Echo's chin, Y/n's soft skin lightly tapping up Echo's chin to look up at him. Holding Echo's chin in place with his thumb and index finger Y/n smiled smally, his eyes filled with love for the pale male infront of him.

"Y/n. I..." Echo trailed off.

"Shh..." Y/n hushed softly, his thumb running down Echo's lip and back to his chin, "You don't have to say anything..."

Echo raised on his toes, leaning up to kiss Y/n, Y/n leaned down, the first kiss was almost shy, there lips only pressing together in sweet presence of one another. The small kiss leaving Echo breathless. They pulled away shortly. Another one soon be initiated, Y/n nudging Echo to sit down softly, he following Echo's movements, Y/n sitting besides him, the kissing barely any more intense, Echo swinging a leg over Y/n's straddling the taller male.

Y/n held the small of Echo's back, the two's makeout session growing in heat as Y/n's hands running down Echo's back and to his ass, where he gladly let his hands rest of Echo's warm skin while they kissed.

It was soon for breathe they pulled away, Y/n attaching himself to Echo's neck. Echo's hand through Y/n's hair as he hummed against Echo's pale skin, earing a soft mewel.

"Y/n...take me...take me away..." Echo whispered, Y/n laying Echo down on his back, his lips never movinv from Echo's shoulder.

"Take me away...Y/n..." Echo meweled softly, the words spilling from Echo's vocal cords once again.

Y/n stopped momentarily to lean up into Echo's ear, "only if I can come along baby..."

The night was filled with passion, hair being pulled in pleasure, moans dripping off each others lips, ripped from there vocal cords in call for the other one. Pleads drawn from the bottom as Echo left a few new scratch marks on Y/n's back, along with a line of hickeys following Y/n's collar blade to sholder. Y/n did the same, leaving hickies along Echo's body, where skin met metal.

Echo laid flat on his stomach now, his head turned towards Y/n. Y/n held a stupid large smile on his face, his finger's interlaced with Echo's.

"That was somethin else babe." Y/n told him softly, "Parched after the time of your life?"

Echo chuckled as Y/n pulled himself up, and out of bed. Echo receiving a pleasent veiw of Y/n's behind with one side having present marks, they currently defined and fresh, marks both darker and lighter spotted Y/n's back, mostly towards his shoulder and nape of his neck.

Echo watched Y/n pick up the tray and make his way back to the bed setting it on the nightstand, climbing back in the covers as Echo nuzzle up to Y/n.

"Clingy now are we? Let me pour you a cup atleast." Y/n chuckled.

Pouring them both cups Echo was handed one cold cup, "Thanks."

"Mhmm," Y/n acknowledged the two cuddled up, "shame its cold. Must sat for too long, needy thing arent you?"

Echo flustered, but took a risk himself, "Could still be longer."

"Oh? And what are you gonna do that I haven't done to you?" Y/n teased, Echo took a heavy drink, hoping it would bring him energy later taking Y/n's he sat it on the nightstand next to his own side of the bed.

Echo pushed Y/n onto the bed flat, the covers still hiding Y/n's lower half.

"I haven't rode you." Echo told boldly.

Y/n smirked up at him, "You're right you haven't,"

Echo's leg's swinging over Y/n, "Think you can handle me?" Echo questioned.

Y/n chuckled, "Baby you have no idea what I'd endure for you." Y/n sat up, holding Echo's face with a hand.

"Lets see then." Echo responded Y/n biting his lip as he pushed the covers down with a foot.

Y/n was pulled into a kiss, his hands running up and down Echo's back as Echo pushed him to the bed, the kiss never breaking.

Read the Next Part here if you like smut or stay generally sfw here

#star wars #the bad batch #sw: tbb #star wars: the bad batch #echo tbb #tbb echo #echo x male reader #star wars echo #bad batch echo #the bad batch echo #echo the bad batch #x male reader #lil smutty my bad #oof #i liked how this turned out

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kimnjss · 4 years

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best friend | loy!smau

⤑ series: less of you

⤑ pairing: fratboy!jimin + dancer!reader

⤑ genre: angst!!

⤑ rating: PG13.

⤑ word count: 3.9K

⤑ warnings: kinda sad idk.

⤑ chapter song: the knowing // the weeknd

⤑ A/N: another written chapter because this just would not!! work as a text part. read it and let me know what you think bc all im gonna say is... yall.....

DECEMBER 23RD, 2019 | 17:34

[17:34] she's my girlfriend: just to push it a few hours... or maybe rain check for tomorrow? promise to make it up to you.

“'We'll go to the place you like this time, hm?'” Jimin reads the thread of messages flooding his phone sent from you out loud. Back slouched against the couch, mind working a mile a minute to figure out what kind of emergency could Miju be having right now. And why were you always so willing to drop everything to be there for her.

Being bitter was the last thing that he wanted. Rocky roads with your best friend are something that takes a long while to sort out for girls, he could see that. Just hoped that you'd soon realize that something's gotta give. That he wouldn't always be so keen on letting Miju shift the plans that he made for the two of you.

All of this could definitely be fueled by the fact he's now pushing telling you what he should have a long while ago until the next time you were both free to spend time together. It won't be that bad, right?

[17:36] to – she's my girlfriend: yeah, baby. it's fine. if things clear up before late, let me know nd ill come pick you up.

The best he could do at this point, he'd just wait for you to have a free moment. He was done pushing this off, knew that speaking to you should've been at the top of his list since he found out about it. Would've been able to do it today if it wasn't for Miju. Would there ever be a time where he wasn't falling second to her?

“What's with the scowl on you face?” Yoongi's voice is breaking through Jimin's thoughts as he crosses the living room, entering the kitchen. He rummages through the cabinets before pulling down a box of cereal, head cocked to be able to see Jimin who's shifting his position on the couch.

“Yn canceled on me.” Saying it out loud made him feel shittier than he had been originally. What kind of boyfriend couldn't buck up when their girl had important matters to tend to? Got sulky because she needed to handle an emergency. At least she had the decency to text him about it, right?

You could've just stood him up.

Yoongi doesn't stop the snorted laughter that falls from his lips, shaking a large amount of cereal into an even larger bowl. He moves toward the fridge to fish out the half-finished carton of milk he hid behind Joonie's growing vegetable collection.

“What she finally get tired of you?” A lighthearted joke directed to his best friend that has Jimin's eyes rolling instantly. He rises to enter the kitchen where his friend had just sat at the island.

See? Why couldn't girls make up like this? Had, had his own dispute with Yoongi weeks ago and they were back on speaking terms – the normal way. No need for some serious sit down that wasted both of their time. Just the understanding of who was in the wrong and the changes that needed to be made to fix it.

Girls were too emotional, always wanted to talk and talk about everything when really?? telling someone when they're being an asshole is the most effective form of friendship counseling in Jimin's opinion.

“Yeah, right. She's crazy about me.” Jimin gloats, reaching for the cereal box Yoongi had left out and pulling a handful out. “That girl had some type of emergency so she wanted to reschedule... help her sort it out,” He shrugs his shoulders, opening his palm to pick out the marshmallow pieces instead.

“Her friend? You mean Miju?” Nodding, Jimin drops the cardboard tasting pieces back into the box, dusting his hands off in front of him. “Wait. Miju told Yn that she had an emergency which made Yn cancel on you?”

With a short laugh and a roll of his eyes, Jimin is nodding again. “Yes, that's what I just said. You feeling alright, buddy?” He teases, not noticing the perplexed look on his best friend's face.

It takes a few short seconds for Yoongi to put the pieces together, eyes widening at his realization. There's no way she'd do anything like that, right? He had been talking to her for weeks and it seemed like she had given up on her whole 'catch them in the act' plan. But this wasn't catching them in the act, this was just... wrong?

And there was Jimin, no the wiser, picking marshmallow pieces out of the cereal box without a care in the world. He had to tell him. That's what any self-respecting best friend would do. Especially with the growing regret in the pit of his belly, the knowledge of the mistake he made with letting the information slip.

The last thing he thought Miju would do was try and ruin this for Yn. Had it set in his mind that if she was able to get through this maturely with his help then she'd start looking at him the way that he had hoped she would. Maybe he was wrong.

That was a conversation for later, though. Right now, he had to prepare Jimin for the shit storm that was coming. The shit storm that he had unintentionally caused when he refused to mind his business.

“I don't think Miju actually has an emergency...”

DECEMBER 23RD, 2019 | 17:49

With a quick tap to your thumb over the blue button, your promise to try and make it tonight was being sent to your boyfriend. Ooh, your boyfriend. Just thinking sent a flutter through your chest.

Your boyfriend. Jimin. Park Jimin was your boyfriend. Yours. And you were his. And finally, you were starting to feel comfortable with him. Despite everything. It was like nothing could put a damper on the shine in your heart.

Not even the walk up to Miju's front door, knowing the conversation you were about to have. The conversation that you were going to have to force onto her no matter how much she tried to fight it. You were done feeling guilty, you were done lying to her. Finally ready to just be at peace with Jimin and if she wanted to support you great, but if not?? too bad.

Definitely, Jeongguk speaking, but you were sticking to it. If she didn't want to support you, then too bad!

The front door is swinging open before you even have the chance to knock. Miju stands opposite of you, wearing a pair of frilly shorts and a tank top despite the chilly weather outside. She greets you with a large smile, waving you into her warm home while stepping out of the way for you to enter.

DECEMBER 23RD, 2019 | 17:47

“You told her!?” Words can't describe how angry... how betrayed Jimin feels right now. Out of all the low things he could imagine someone he had referred to as a close friend doing to him? This had to be the lowest.

It wasn't a secret that he wasn't a huge fan of Miju, so why did Yoongi think that it would be a good idea to share his business with her? All because of his stupid crush? A crush that was pretty much one-sided at this point. The boy needed to open his eyes and realize that she was using him. For this exact purpose.

“Listen, I didn't think-” Yoongi starts, but Jimin is cutting his words. “Didn't think what? That she'd do something irrational with the information you've given her? Use what she knows as a way to hurt Yn, you didn't think she'd do that? And for what reason?”

Jimin was the most laid back in the house, what pissed him off pissed him off but he was never one to raise his voice. Always one to keep a level head in an argument, careful not to let words slip that might ruin things in the long run.

But right now and lately? It's like Yoongi has been testing his patience almost on purpose. For what? He had no clue, but he was starting to get tired of it. And it was starting to show.

Yoongi could see it. That he had royally fucked up. That Miju wasn't the person that he thought she was and it would take a lot more than just a few late night conversations to get her to see the error in her ways.

Her only focus was getting back at Yn for humiliating her and sleeping with Jimin. Nothing else mattered. No one else mattered. He was starting to see that now.

“I've been talking to her and she seemed-” Yoongi stops himself this time, the fact that he's been keeping quiet contact sort of a secret up until this point. Knew that it wouldn't sit well with his friends if they knew he was getting close to them who they all perceived to be the bad guy.

She never seemed all that bad to him, though.

“Jimin, be honest. Do you think she'd really go ahead and tell Yn? I mean, you guys were pretty fucked up for going behind her back – but do you really think she'd stoop that low?” Yoongi's words have Jimin's eyebrows lifting, hiding underneath his bangs.

What type of seed did that girl plant in his best friends head that had his mind all screwed up? Could he not see the blaring signs right in front of him? Was he just that against lying or was he really this pussy whipped?

Level headed, level headed. “Are you really trying to blame me right now?” He tries not to hiss his words but can't help the way they slip through his teeth. “Yes, Yn was wrong for lying about our relationship and I guess I was wrong for going along with it. But-,”

Hit with a sudden headache, Jimin is stopping his words. Hands washing over his face as he paces around the kitchen. A sigh leaves Yoongi's lips, his butt sliding off of his seat to make his way over to his friend.

“Look, Jimin. I'm sorry. I shouldn't have said anything,” It really had been an accident. He didn't agree with how Jimin was going about things, but he would never sell him out like that. They were best friends, it just came out. And he's telling him all of that, Jimin only half-listening past his racing thoughts.

Desperately trying to figure out how he was going to fix the mess that was being made right now as they stood here talking. “I need to call her,” Rushing to find his phone, Jimin is quick to scroll through his messages to find your contact.

DECEMBER 23RD, 2019 | 17:52

“You came fast,” Miju notes with a smile, watching as you loosen the belt of your light coat, pulling it from your shoulders. It falls heavy on the couch with the added weight from your phone in the pocket. “Yeah, you said it was an emergency.” You nod, taking a moment to peak around for any 'emergency signs'.

The air is tense, tight. Suffocating in a way. There's this awkward silence looming over the two of you as she stands there staring with those big accusing eyes of hers. Clearing your throat, you reach your hand up to push your hair back.

“What's the emergency?” You wonder, generally curious what had her texting you 911 when everything seemed fine?

The usual pout that she wears settles on her lips, eyebrows furrowing slightly to add to the whole look. “It's in the kitchen.” She turns without another word, leading you out of the living room and into the kitchen.

And you follow behind her, eyes landing on the mess littering the kitchen counter. “I have nobody to make everything but the kitchen sink cookies with me.” Her arms spread out at all the different ingredients she has laid out, peaking over her shoulder to shoot a large smile in your direction.

“We use to make these all the time when we were younger, remember? And this morning I woke up craving them, which is so weird because I never crave sweets.” She's moved to the other side of the counter, picking up the half beaten bowl of batter she left out. “And who better to share these treats with than my best friend, right?” She smiles, but there's something else written in it.

You don't have a second to analyze it because she's waving you over with a wooden spoon, handing you the utensil once you're close enough.

“Was this really it? I had plans tonight...” Despite the disappointment in your tone, you're still taking the spoon from her hand, reaching for the bowl that she had kindly set out for you.

Miju's ears perk at the mention of your plans, wondering if you'd actually let it slip what you had intended to be doing tonight. “Plans? Who with?” She asked, feigning curiosity, although she knew all the answers to her questions.

“Just plans. And when you said emergency, I didn't imagine you meant baking cookies?” Not paying much attention to your words, Miju busies herself with reaching for the sugar, measuring some out into her bowl.

“It's not about the cookies, it's about our friendship, Yn.” Her attention quickly shifts to you, pinning you with that 'duh' expression that she likes to pull when it seemed like people just weren't getting it.

Your friendship. Right. So right now is as good as time as any. If she had been thinking about your friendship recently, then she'd maybe take the news well, right? Not blow it out of proportion once you're able to give her all the details, remind her how much you thought about your friendship the entire time. How hard it made things for you. Jimin. And that you were done lying and sneaking around, that you were ready to come clean to her. For the sake of your friendship.

“Actually, it's funny you say that, because-”

Her words overlap yours in panicked haste, bowl clambering onto the counter, the large spoon falling suit. “And I've been really sad, lately!” As expected, she's hitting you with a large pair of sad eyes, paired with a pouted lip. She doesn't wait for you to ask what's wrong, she doesn't need to. Know that you'd listen despite the fact you were literally in the middle of a sentence.

“I know we haven't really been talking to each other, about boys and stuff... but I found out earlier that.” She pauses, reaches to push the loose strands out of her face. “Jimin is moving... to New York! And things have been so weird?? with him lately. I'm just- I can't believe he's leaving.” There's a whine in her voice, paired with a stomped foot.

But your mind is so far from whatever fit she's throwing. Eyes blinking slowly as you try to register the words that had just come out of her mouth. Jimin was leaving? Like moving, leaving? Packing up and going to New York... and he didn't tell you?

No way he wouldn't tell you something huge like this. No way he'd leave you clueless for God knows how long until you're finding out in your best friend's messy kitchen in the midst of making cookies. No way he'd do that.

“Jimin's leaving? How do you know that?” She must've got the wrong information, overheard it wrong. Jimin wasn't leaving. He wouldn't just leave and not say a word to you about it.

She's raising her shoulder in a slight shrug, eyes focused on the thickening cookie batter. “Yoongi told me.” Yoongi? As in Jimin's best friend? So if he was saying it then it had to be true, right?

“Yoongi told you? Or you just heard it?”

Miju's sucking her teeth at your pestering, facing you to get a good look at your face. Taking in the distraught crinkle of your brow, the frown on your lips, the widening of your eyes. “He told me. Jimin is moving to New York. Next semester.” She repeats, slowly just in case you couldn't hear.

Her brow furrows in mock confusion, head tilting to the side slightly. “Why do you look like that? Does Jimin moving mean anything to you?” She lets out a laugh to add to her facade. “I should be the one frowning. I mean, it's my crush moving six thousand eight hundred and sixty-three miles away. I looked it up.”

Miju doesn't take her eyes away from your face, lifting her hand to suck the batter from her thumb. You can only imagine how you look right now, could literally feel your heart shattering in your chest at the thought of Jimin being so far away.

Being so far away and not telling you about it. There was no telling the way it showed on your face right now. “You're getting really worked up over a guy that you're not even interested in, Yn.” She pushes, dropping her spoon again to set her hands on her hips, looking at you expectantly.

Jimin was leaving and he didn't tell you. He kept it from you. He lied to you. The two of you didn't lie to each other. Maybe to other people together, but never to each other. And here was Miju, staring at you – enjoying this all too much. She knew, didn't she?

That's why she had invited you over. That's why she made up this whole stupid cookie emergency. What? Did she want to rub it in your face? 'You may have stolen my crush but he's been lying to you this entire time'. Well, she won.

“Are you mad? That's so weird. You're mad?” She continues and you can feel your blood boiling just from the sound of her voice.

Droning on in your ear as if she had no end. Asking if you were mad, wondering why you would be mad about someone that you had no involvement with whatsoever moving away. Why would you even have an opinion on the matter whatsoever? It's not like you're the one that's in the love with him – and that's where you snap.

“God quit it! Alright!? I'm with Jimin, okay? Is that what you wanted to hear? He's my boyfriend. Happy?” Voice much louder than you had intended it to be and you see her flinch from the way you're yelling at her.

Yet, you can't stop yourself. Can't find it in you to use your inside voice. “Is that why you called this whole fake emergency? Not two fucks given about 'saving our friendship', or whatever bullshit you made up. Just wanted a chance to get back at me?”

“You've been lying to me for weeks, yn! And you're supposed to be my best friend!? Best friends don't lie to each other.” You don't bother to mask the bitter laugh that falls from your lips.

Best friend. Best friend. The way she threw the word around as if it meant nothing. Treated it like it meant nothing. Just a label. Only close because you lived that way, but all the other best friend elements? Zero to none. The way she went out of your way to do all of this just proved it, more than anything.

“Are you supposed to be mine? Have you ever stopped to think why I felt like I had to hide this from you, huh? Or did you even think about how much it was killing me knowing how badly this would hurt you? Because that's the last thing that I wanted to do.” You're not yelling anymore, voice oddly level. And it's more off-putting than the sound of your shout.

“And I bet you thought I jumped at the chance to be with him, huh? Did you think for a second that I tried to fight my feelings for in, for your sake, and couldn't? Fuck all of that, right? Why would you have to worry about that, it's not like it matters, right? No, fuck the fact that I've actually fallen in love with the guy – which is much more serious than a stupid crush, might I add. Fuck all of that, because it makes you unhappy, right?”

There's more at the tip of your tongue, so much more than you've been holding back for the past seventeen years. Things that you didn't even think had bothered you before, but it's like the list keeps going on and on. You want to lay it all out, but your head is such a mess and it feels like everything is slipping all at once.

Tightness growing in your chest and spreading to your cheeks, eyes feeling heavy like they always do before you start crying. Sad about Jimin. This stupid friendship that you wanted so badly to save. Realizing that you had been the only one that cared that much.

“You don't love him. You were just trying to take him away from me like you always do...” Her words have your eyes bulging out of your head, jaw-dropping in disbelief. This girl really didn't quit, huh?

“What?” You try because maybe you didn't hear her right. Maybe she didn't disregard all of what you had managed to get out, focusing on the one bit that had absolutely nothing to do with her. “Name one thing that I've ever taken from you, Miju. Because how I remember it I've been bending over backward just to keep you from falling apart.”

She scoffs, rolls her big eyes before answering. “Yeah, exactly. You were always looking down on me. 'Ooh, poor little girl can't take care of herself, let me swoop in'. Always two steps behind me all the time, making sure nothing happens, protecting me when I never asked you to!”

“You're mad because I looked out for you?” Disbelief is evident in your tone. Slightly convinced that she might be joking, because if she was really mad about something like that then she should've learned to hold herself up a long time ago.

Not made it seem like she was so needy all the time, acting helpless until you were forced to swoop in and fix everything. Like you always did. Without a moment of hesitation, but not anymore. Way past over it. Over the worrying. Over this fight. Over this conversation. Over her.

“I can't do this,” You're deciding with a shake of your head, a defeated raise of your arms. “I can't even be around your right now.” You're turning to leave the kitchen, scooping up your jacket discarded earlier.

Miju is hot on your trail, flops hitting against the hardwood as she moves to catch up with you. “Wait. Where are you going?” You don't say anything as you pull your jacket back on, her being the least of your worries at this point.

There were more important things than this childish back and forth with her. You had tried to tell her, the right way – maturely. She didn't want that, and instead came up with this whole plan to do what exactly? Hurt you as you had done to her? Make you feel humiliated? Great, she did it.

Got her way like she always did, you just couldn't bring yourself to care like you always do. “I'm going to see my boyfriend.” Eyes piercing as you lift your gaze to her, tightening the bow on your coat before turning and exiting her house.

Letting the door slam behind you without bothering to look back.

PART TWO OUT TOMORROW!

– girl code rule #1: never, ever, under any circumstances fall for your best friend’s crush. but what happens when your best friend’s crush checks all the boxes of your ideal guy… and to make matters worse… he’s crazy about you too.

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bbuckysarm · 3 years

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Please don’t make me the joke G.W

Pairing: George x reader

Plot: George askes y/n to go to Hogsmeade with him, y/n assumes its a joke.

Word count: 1.4k

I walked into my least favorite class of the day, Muggle Music, and threw myself in my chair. I had chosen this class because being muggle born I figured that I would already know all the songs. I thought I was going to be analyzing like taylor swift songs and jamming out during class when in actuality, I’m studying how Mozart used the art of Pathos.

I felt a peace of parchment hit the top pf my head then fall to the floor. I began to pick it up as I felt another one hit the back of my chair, then another, and another, and another. I turned around to see two redheads, one with a smile as big as the crescent moon. The other, whose face was almost as red as his hair was smiling soft but avoiding eye contact with me. I recognized them as Ron’s older siblings, Fred and George. Everyone knows that they are trouble makers. I always try to just stay under all the class clowns radars so I don’t sign up for any unwanted public attention. I’ve only briefly spoken to the twins when they needed homework answers, hoping that they would leave me alone in return. The twin with the red face was still holding another piece of parchment paper. I stared at him in the eyes as he avoided mine, daring him to throw it. He moved his hand bellow his desk and rolled the final peace of paper to me.

I felt a wave of rage wash over me my face turning a shave of pink it had not been before, the way the twin still threw the paper after they had already had their laugh made me feel laughed at. I looked down at the final ball of paper and saw something scribbled. They were notes, to embarrassed to read them in front of the twins I shoved them all under my desk, pretending to be uninterested.

Class went on for another half an hour and I could hear whispers coming from the table behind me. I was not sure if the twins were talking about me, but considering what had happened earlier in class I assumed they where, causing me a lot of anxiety. My ears felt red hot and my eyes felt warm trying to try to listen in on what they were saying.

The class was released but I stayed in my seet, pretending I was picking up my stuff. I watched everyone leave out of the corner of my eye including the confident looking twin. The last person to leave was the second twinge walked past my desk before walking towards the door. My heart began to beat faster and my beards again felt white hot.

“I’m sorry for distracting you during class, it was mostly Fred.” The twin said shily. No sound came out of my mouth when I opened it to respond, unsure of what to say. He shuffled away towards the door but looked back one final time to smile before he left. I returned the smile as he walked out of the classroom. Quickly I bent down and picked up the five notes and shoved them in my bag, making my way to the hufflepuff common room.

The hufflepuff common room is my favorite place inside of hogwarts, not to mention the beautiful outdoor views. It always felt safe in the common room. It’s the only common room in hogwarts that has a defensive spell so no other house can get in. I ran into the room and found a comfy chair to sit in as I find the courage to read these letters.

“George wants to know if you will go to Hogsmeade with him,” The first letter said, I quickly looked up in paranoia making sure I'm the only one to read the letter.

“Ignore that,” The second one, I assume is from George, says. My eyes feel warm as tears weld up in them. I begin to feel more embarrassed, the shame pilling on. Why did the twins have to make you the butt of their joke.

“Sorry George is a little shy he won't ask you himself,” The third letter said as I let it fall through my hands beginning to let the tears fall.

“Fred is being an ass im sorry,” The fourth one said. It was all a joke. Just something fred weasley did to kill time in a class he didn’t want to be in. I know it shouldn’t matter because it's not like I have a crush on him or anything but it jets hurts to be laughed at. I always assumed that the weasley twins where better than this, I assumed they laughed with people not at them, unless they deserved it.

“If you did want to go to hogsmeade together this weekend I think it would be fun. - George,” the last note said.

I threw myself into a fit of rage, being laughed at is something that cayuses me a lot of insecurity and I needed to let them know they just can't mess with me like that. I got my parchment and feather out and begin writing.

“Dear Fred and George,

I’m very happy that you guys have found something to do during class that is not interrupting the entire class, unfortunately your knee hobby is distracting me. Shouldn’t seventh years have more things to worry about than a quiet fifth year trying to pay attention in music class. I always assumed we had a good deal going, you let me exist in peace and I gave you homework answers. Please, please just leave me be. I don’t want to be the butt of the joke.”

I stood up with tears in my eyes as I rush out of the common room, some of my friends trying to stop me with a worried face. I ignored them as I walked past. Tears blurred my vision and I continued heading towards the gryffindor common room. I ran into someone and quickly dropped the letter marked to the twins.

“Y/N? Why are you writing a letters to my brothers?” One of my acquaintances Ron said.

“Because I’m going to kill them.” I said a matter of factly as Hermione help me up and I yanked the letter from Ron's hand. I’m sure he decided against continuing any questions when he saw the tears pouring from my face.

I ran up to their common room, this was may chance. My chance to make them the joke and not me. I wanted to let them know that they cant treat me like another one of their little jokes, i'm not just a puppet for them to entertain themselves with, like everyone else in this school.

I opened the door and quickly saw the twins sitting on a chair in the back selling tricks to the year ones. I had collected myself outside the door but as soon as I see George look up at me and smile i begin crying again. “Your just the butt of their joke.” I repeated in my head as tears began to fall again. I decided to hand the letter go george and walk out immediately, barely even making eye contact with Fred.

I left the school building and decided to go for a walk to clear my head. As I was sitting buy the lake reading a book I had found in the library I heard someone yell from a few yards away.

“Hey y/n, do you think we can talk?” I turned and saw that It was coming from one of the twins, I was not sure which one.

My classmate sat next to me, “I’m George.” He said.

“I know,” I said as I looked down, even if I didn’t.

“Will you go to hogsmeade with me this weekend?” George said.

I let out a small chuckle, “Am I still a joke Weasley?”

My heart beat fast as tears welled up for the thousandth time that day. George put his hand on my cheek to wipe away the tears, “Y/N you know it was never a joke, you where never a joke.” He laughed contradicting himself. “You and me have a good thing going here, I copy your homework and I leave you alone.” He said shoving my shoulder with his.

“Your not doing so well on your side of the agreement Weasley,” I said smiling.

“I think its time we renew the terms of our agreement Y/N,” he said jumping up from the seet and holding out his hand for me, “Lets discuss this over a butter beer this weekend at hogsmeade, please Y/N.”

I laughed then smiled, “That actually sounds pleasant George, I’ll see you this weekend.”

#one shot #harry potter #fred weasly #george weasly x reader #george weasly #hogsmade #hufflepuff #imagine #george weasly imagines #george weasly imagne #weasley #weasley wizard wheezes #order of the phoenix #fluff #george weasly fluff #george weaslwy angst #george weasley angst

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neon-junkie · 4 years

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Hopefully it's not a bother, but could you write something about the Van Der Linde gang getting magically transported (Magic, Tardis, Marko, Science ) to the modern universe and having the gn! Reader help them adapt to this world? Maybe some of their reactions to new things (indoor bathrooms, new music, tv, memes) Thank you so much, love!

oh god this is a long post, and as always, im convinced i’ve missed one member out... minor drug warning on Johns headcanon, but the rest are tame. hope u enjoy!

Part 2 is here | Part 3 is here

Arthur finds your computer and figures out how to turn it on. Your face turns white when you find him on Tumblr, quickly shutting the tab and urging him up off the chair. "Hey! I was reading that! I was... erm, I think I was having sex with myself," he tells you. Yep, he's found the fanfiction. "Do they really mean that? That I got kind eyes and a, uh... fat ass, I think it was?" You quickly show him the kitchen and run back to delete all your history. John goes rummaging through your cupboards for something to eat, and eventually finds the brownies in the fridge. You find him on the roof, his eyes red and his heads spinning. "Them.. them brownies..." he mutters. "I know, John," you sob back. You know which brownies he ate, and my god, he ate a lot of them. Arthur babysits him, his mind still questioning what he just read on your computer. Dutch finds the beast of a lawnmower you have in your garage, so you show him how to use it. Why not? He's mowing your lawn for free. Well, he did mow your lawn, but you eventually have to send a search party out after him, only to find him a couple of streets away, parked up next to a childs lemonade stand, insisting they should be selling this lemonade for more if they want to make a profit.

Hosea also goes missing, but you find him during your search party mission. He's walking up the street back to the house with a paper bag in his hands, and he tells you he's managed to con the gas station clerk into giving him some free booze. You're not sure how, but he's done no harm so you let him enjoy his wine in peace. Bill found your anime figure collection, the ones with the big boobs. He asked you what they were, despite seeming rather flustered, but you tried to explain that it's normal and gave him a book to read. You catch him on your computer a few hours later buying himself a waifu body pillow because "I love her, dammit! Just let us be!" He also keeps pressing the squishy boobs on your anime mouse matt, and yes, he's still very flustered. Javier finds the TV in your room that has Netflix on it, so you show him how to use it and he seems happy distracting himself with that. You walk in a few hours later to see that Javier hasn't moved, but Molly is now by his side, also engulfed in the drag show on the screen. Javier has a thick pair of false lashes on that Molly managed to put on him, and the first thing he says to you is "can you believe this? They voted her off! I... I can't believe this." He's shaking his head and looks like he's about to cry. Charles discovers your computer, and you decide he'd be happy just browsing the web. You come back hours later to find 100 tabs open and your computer fan is louder than an airplane. The current tab open is on a 'where's Waldo?' piece. He's very close to the screen, and you decide to show him how to zoom in to help him find Waldo faster. He's very thankful, and not causing any damages so you leave him to it. Lenny also rummages through your kitchen and finds a pizza in the freezer. He asks you what it is, so you put it in the oven for him. He spends the whole 15 minutes sitting in front of the oven, briefly saying hello to Sean as he runs through. Lenny manages to get the pizza out without burning himself, turns the oven off, cuts up the pizza and takes it upstairs to enjoy with Jack. Yes, he also fed Sean a slice. Sean finds the energy drinks in your fridge that you keep for work. They tasted a little funny at first, but after the third one, he's decided he likes them. You catch him opening his fourth, his eyes are wider than the moon. He cries when you take it off him, and spends the rest of the day running around the garden with your dogs, followed by going to each member of the camp and personally annoying them until he crashes out under your dining table. It's a cozy spot for a nap. Kieran uses your computer after Charles comes off it, and discovers youtube. He starts off with simple cat videos and eventually moves on to fails and meme comps. By the time dinner rolls around, nobody can understand him, and you barely understand half the things he's saying. The only thing you do understand is "big mood," which is what Kieran says when he sees Sean asleep under the dining table. Pearson decides to avoid the kitchen and try something new, and you're quick to decide he'd enjoy rock music. You show him a couple of CD's and leave him to have a listen, only to come storming back up the stairs a few minutes later because he's turned the volume up to full blast and is having a rather funky jam session. "Now this, this is real music!!" He's really enjoying the classics. Trelawny is quick to figure out how to use the TV. He's seen "those moving picture shows" before, and he's mesmerized by how far they've come! You catch him up at 5am watching documentaries to help bridge the gap between his time and yours, and when you walk into the lounge, you're met by a very sleep deprived Trelawny. The only thing he says to you, with heavy bags under his eyes, is "terribly sorry to hear about all these wars you've been having, my dear." He finally goes to bed, but only because you make him. Swanson disappears, but there's a church down the road from you so you decide to check there first. He's inside, joining in on the ceremony, singing his heart out to all the hymns with a real bible in his hands, not the fake one he has back at camp. He seems content so you leave him to it. He thankfully returns just in time for dinner, and tells everybody how he's been blessed and that we can "never leave this land!" Strauss also disappears very quickly, and you have to search for him when you go to look for Dutch. He's also at the lemonade stand, trying to explain to Dutch that if the child sells the lemonade for more, then they're less likely to get customers as it's too expensive. The two of them are arguing, and the child seems rather confused. Strauss later has a breakdown at the noise your toilet makes, he informs you that he'll be using your outside bathroom, even if it is just the bushes. Micah says he doesn't need you to show him the ropes and swats you away, so you leave him to it. You've not seen him for a good few hours, so you run around the house trying to find him. You eventually find him in your room, going through your underwear draw. Arthur is quick to knock his lights out, and you leave him tied up in the garage so he can't do any more damage. Micah also pissed all over your toilet seat and didn't flush. Abigail joins Trelawny in the lounge, watching the TV after Jack tells her he's happy playing with the toys in your room. She and Trelawny have an argument over what to watch next, so you give her your laptop to watch TV on, along with a pair of headphones. She refuses to come off a few hours later because she's way too engulfed in the modeling show she's watching. You promise her you'll let her give you a makeover if she comes off, and she finally agrees. Jack discovers your big box of legos and he seems more than content playing with those. He ends up building a fort, with the help of Lenny, and the two fire pillows at you when you try and enter the room. The pillow canons are, of course, made from legos. At least they're not lego pillows! Jack also thanks you for the pizza, describing it as 'yummy.' Sadie finds your katana collection, and you're quick to take them off her and attempt to hide them. She spends some time pretending to be interested in something else, but as soon as you turn your back for a split second, she's found them again and is heading straight for Kieran. The room where you keep your katanas is now locked and Sadie is in time out. Susan comes across your sewing machine and you're happy to show her how it works. She picks it up quickly, and her eyes glisten as she realizes just how fast this thing is. You leave her be since she's not causing any harm, but come back an hour later to find she's made new a new dress for herself, and all the girls in the gang, including Sadie. They're all matching! Tilly finds your piano and tells you she's happy to be left to her own devices, she knows how to play. You eventually have to tell her and Susan to calm down after receiving another noise complaint, as Susan is attempting to sing opera, and Tilly is killing it on the piano. At least she hasn't damaged anything. She later joins Mary-Beth in time to watch Beauty and the Beast, also sobbing at the film. Karen goes into your garage and discovers your old golf clubs. You show her how it works in your garden, but just like everybody else, it goes wrong. Your neighbor knocks on your door, screaming, demanding to know why you keep firing golf balls through their window. That's when you find Karen and Sean (who is still on his energy drink high) having a contest to see who can smash the most. Mary-Beth discovers your kindle, and she seems rather content with being able to read. There's no way this could possibly go wrong? Well, you come back a little later to find that Mary-Beth is sobbing after reading Beauty and the Beast. She wants a sappy romance just like that to happen to her. She cries even harder when she watches the Disney film, along with Trelawny who hasn't moved from the TV for hours. Molly picks up your tablet, and after showing her what youtube is, you leave her to it. You find her a few hours later sat in front of your mirror with the most flawless, full face of makeup. She greets you by going "hey sisters!" and speaks to you like a vsco girl. You have no idea what she's saying, but she seems to be doing fine, so you leave her to it.

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uhhhhhhhhhsblogyea · 3 years

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♤| dragon ball shapeshifter au

storyline rundown

part two

tw: profanity !! a bit of gore and such

the story begins on kakarot's farm! he lives with his parents, bardock and gine, and his brother raditz.

kakarot takes his produce to the market to sell, talking to krillin who is a police officer watching over in case of robbery or stolen goods, with his wife 18 and his daughter marron.

he hangs out there and sells all his produce, making a whopping amount of money to give back to his mother to go towards their farm. so thats what he does.

later that night, raditz barged in through the door, huffing loudly and covered in purple blood. it had a reddish tint. gine and bardock jump to their feet, bardock still in his training gi and gine in her white shirt and some sweatpants. "raditz!? what happened?" bardock exclaimed, gine following up with "why are you covered in... purple blood!?" this caused kakarot to come out of his room in a rush, "h-h-holy s-shit! i didnt kill anyone i swear mom, mom, dad please, i wouldn't do that!" raditz panicked. "s-something tried to attack me! i didnt know what to do so i attacked back!!" he tries to wipe the blood off, it being on his face.

whatever happened, scared raditz enough to make him shake in fear and what seems to be regret despite it being to protect himself.

kakarot however, still was unsure what happened. his father said he would explain in the morning, the situation was too dire for kakarot to get involved - especially with the police.

in town, vegeta covered his bloodied chest, panting as he hid deep in an alleyway. "goddammit," he huffs, slicking his hair back to keep the human bangs out of his face. hes got a huge gash across his chest, thanks to that damned raditz he happened to work with. luckily, he was morphed into some other alien lifeform and not his original shift state. he slowly morphed into a bird, a finch, and flew off to him apartment. he always kept his window cracked just in case this were to happen. just his luck, we wont be able to eat and to heal he needs that energy for food or else hell be out asleep for awhile.

he decides calling off work, so thats what he does. what he doesnt expect is a man with a thick ass fucking tail and slicked back purple hair and red eyes to be reading a book, lounging like a king on his bed. "f... frieza!?" vegeta says, startled.

"ah hello my creation! lovely seeing you here, dont you think?" he throws the book off to the side, getting up and striding over to the bloodied vegeta. "aw looks like you got a paper cut." he jabs a finger into vegetas cut across his chest. vegeta groans in pain, a tentacle whipping around to hit frieza away into a safer distance, but the icejin blocks smoothly with his muscled tail.

from here:

wow!! you found out vegeta is a "creation" of friezas, but what exactly does that mean?

raditz gets taken in for questioning. he gets blamed for a murder that happened on the otherside of town, the law system being dumb sentenced him to 25 years in prision for a murder he didnt do

kakarot is confused, bardock telling him there arent any alien threats and it was a misunderstanding on the jury and judge's parts bc raditz was getting mugged and a murder far away happened at roughly the same time, and they were desperate to throw someone into jail.

this is a lie, to some extent. kakarot believes it, living happily thinking there are no threats

vegeta attacked raditz, needing food. shapeshifters need to eat hearts and lungs of animals as food

raditz is the one who cut him across the chest (thatd why he has a scar on his chest in the ref sheet)

kakarot has to bring crops and milk into a market farther into town sometime in the next week, it being an event ran by capsule corp, a company that produces a lot of housing and vehicles and being in business for 40 years being the anniversary that day.

vegeta is a mechanical manager, wearing fancy clothing that day since its technically a high spot in the ranks for capsule corp.

vegeta likes milk, surprisingly. it helps a lot when recovering damage, especially his species. this is when he meets kakarot

kakarot is running his stand with the crates of crops and glass jars of milk set out on display with their price, krillin with him

vegeta is annoyed he has to speak up to get the seller's attention so he grunts with an "ahem"

kakarot jumps, apologizing and asking what he wants to buy. vegeta gets his milk and some vegetables for someone he knows

"hey, whats with the fancy suit?"

"you dont know who i am?"

"no. should i?"

"i-? im vegeta! im manager of the mechanics in capsule corp!"

"oh. is the job hard?"

they conversate, as kakarot sells his produce happily listening as he was able to get the short man with a temper to talk about his job.

vegeta himself was caught off guard by this action but happily talks

this ends in kakarot running behing the stand's curtain and grabbing his business card so vegeta can have a discount on milk next time he decides to buy

vegeta takes the card walking off

the card has kakarots name and number on the back, a message saying "text me personally if you want extra, i dont mind taking some. you seem cool!"

vegeta is a bit ticked, but pockets the card

over time, vegeta and kakarot talk over text a bit, kakarot delivering him milk like an old time milk delivery boy

turns out he actually used to be one as a kid

turns out hes been into marial arts as well, a long time interest of vegetas

they bond over this, kakarot find himself growing a crush on vegeta

one time kakarot stops buy with a delivery unannounced, not knowing he typed the text but didnt send it. he knocks on vegetas apartment door, but no answer.

he checks to see if its unlocked, and it is so he lets himself in, just wanting to put the delivery on the counter and head out.

he doesnt expect to turn around and see a vegeta with a towel wrapped around his waist, tentacles coming out of his back, green eyes, and sharp ears, teeth, and claws. "K-KAKAROT!? WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?" he yells, surprised. he doesn't have bangs either

"why do you have tentacles?? why do you look different? why do you have that scar?"

vegeta is caught off guard, not sure if he should push kakarot out or tell him the truth. one way or another he knows the truth will spread, so he carefully debates his options

he tells kakarot the truth, hes a shapeshifter and hes insanely dangerous

kakarot is surprised dangerous aliens exist

he tells vegeta this, and deep down vegeta is mad kakarot is sheltered

little do they know as they conversate and bond, growing closer to each other kakarot finds out vegeta made a vow not to ever get in a relationship no matter how much he envied them, especially a human relationship, a certain someone is watching them and listening in, theyre keeping tabs on vegetas and kakarots feelings

trust issues amirite?

later that night, kakarot says his goodbye heading home, heart pounding. wow!!!! vegeta is... great. very great. kinda cute too, i mean what!?? no!!

kakarot rants to himself aloud in his room, window open to keep himself cool, about vegeta as he debates his feelings. he doesnt care if this seems out of character in his friends terms, all they see from him anyway is a dense fightcrazed guy with a dysfunctional relationship with an ex and his son. he realized vegeta doesnt see him like that, but, what DOES vegeta see him as?

he calls it a night

he wakes up to a "thwap, thwap, thwap" against his wooden floor

he sits up, looking around and seeing a short figure sitting at his desk.

"whos there?"

"ah, youre awake monkey! i have valuable information for you, about your lovely vegeta." the voice is squeaky

"and, who is telling me this?" kakarots interest is piqued, not seeing the mysterious figure as a threat, as of now at least

"oh-hohoho! im dr. cold! but please, call me frieza. doctor cold is my father's name."

"and what do you have to tell me about vegeta?"

"mmm, are you sure you want to know?" he gets up, beginning to pace

"theres a catch isnt there" kakarot realizes, serious

"oh! maybe you arent so dense afterall. yes, there iss monkey. its simple, deliever some of your left over crop to my facility tomorrow, i already left the address on a paper over on that... pitiful little desk of yours." frieza pauses. "vegeta will kill you if you arent careful. hes hungry, and he wants that heart. but... i think the poor creation wants it in more than one way. kill him before he kills you."

frieza hands kakarot a box cutter

"thats the only thing that will kill him. if you dont do it i expect that delivery tomorrow by midnight. if you dont show, and theres no news of him being dead, youll be a brilliant collection to my creations, monkey!" the man laughs in joy, clasping his hands together as his red eyes pierce through kakarot

kakarot reluctantly agrees, unsure how this will play out

PART TWO WILL BE MADE SOON!!!

anyway heres the part 1 of the rundown.

#shs goku #shs frieza #shs #shs vegeta #shs dbz au #dbz au #kakavege #frieza being a damn brat lol #dragon ball #I REALLY HOPE YALL FIND THIS INTERESTING #theres a lot that went into it #txt post #long post

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johnismyreason · 3 years

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Hell on Earth (TWO) // KOH!TOMHOLLAND X HUMAN!READER

Summary: Tom, Prince of Hell and only heir to the throne, is sent to Earth by his parents as a punishment. He ends up in an odd city full of the worst humans, except one, who, despite not knowing who he truly is, decides to help him.

Note: Well, well, well... It��s been a while. I’m sorry but a lot of things happen and honestly I wasn’t in the mood to write anything. Anyways, I hope I didn’t loose everyone was reading the first part of this Koh!Tom series. Let me know what you thought and if you have ideas for next chapters. And send me an ask to be added to the taglist :) Love you !

words: 2.3k

Warnings: panic attack, cursing, fluff-ish?, bad english bc im french

First part

Tom was so nervous. How the hell was he going to tell you where he is from. He doesn’t have much time to think about it, since you seat in front of him. “Here you go” you said, placing the tuna sandwich and a cup of coffee before his hands. Seating down, you create a slight draft, giving Tom the chance to breath your smell. Honey and apple. Not too sugary, not too strong but present enough to be under your spell for a spilt second.

“Thank you” Tom said taking a bite in the sandwich. The taste of tuna on his tongue repulses him but he fakes a smile “’S really good” he lied his mouth full, before swallowing with a hard gulp.

“I’m glad you like it” you smile back laying down a bit, your elbow on the table and your hand in a fist holding your chin. “So... what’s going on, Tom ?” the sound of his name on your lips makes it hard for him to concentrate. It almost sounds like a prayer or a blessing, instead of the curse he always heard when his father called him.

“Right,” closing his eyes and shaking his head, Tom tried to regain his composure “Um, here’s the thing. I don’t have anywhere to go. My parents kind of kicked me out” You blinked a few times trying to process what he just said. You’re surprised and shocked, you didn’t expect that at all.

“What ? W-why ?” you let your hand that was supporting your head, fall on the table, a few inches from his.

“Uh...” now is the tricky part. Tom has to think fast but coherent. "I was not the best son” he confessed. By the confused look on your face, the prince of Hell understood that it wasn’t enough of an explanation “I- uh. I didn’t take my responsibilities seriously and partied too much. So I fucked up everything.” Tom felt shame thinking about the look on his parents’ faces before being banned. “Basically, if I want to come back home, I have to change. Like, everything about me must be changed” Tom let his head fall forward, to avoid your gaze.

His head snapped back up when he felt your reassuring hand on his wrist, the veins of his heart loosened at the sight of your compassionate smile.

“I’m sure not everything is good to put in the bin” you said softly.

“How would you know ?” Tom almost whispered. “You don’t know me”

“I can see it. The good.” you replied pointing at his heart. “You’re just lost. You’ve done some mistakes, what about it ? A few of them doesn’t make you a bad person. We're not perfect. We’re just humans after all.”

“I’m not-” Tom cut himself from dropping his secret. But it hit him. We’re all humans. He’s human now. The loss of his powers, the bangs in his head after drinking the whole night away,... His parents made him human. Suddenly, Tom feels a rush of panic invading him. He starts looking around nervously, his palms become clammy and his madness takes control. Fuck, is what being human feels like ? Feeling weak and pathetic ? Succumbing to the unreasonable and to our every perfidious feelings ?

“Tom ?” you brung him back, your eyebrows furrowed. “Is everything ok ?”

The young boy’s wide opened eyes stare at you, scrutinising every detail of your face. Every stain, every barely formed line and indentation, every curve. Everything and anything that makes you... human.

“No.” he blurbed out, by freeing himself from your hand, which until now had reassured him but now made him feel like a prisoner. “I gotta go...” and with that, Tom stood up abruptly and left the coffee shop.

“Tom wait !” you tried to stop him, but he’s fast.

Tom sets off into the city, looking for a way home at all costs, even though he knows it's impossible. He bumps into things and people who then insult him for not paying attention without apologizing. He wants to cross the street and run away. He gets off the pavement and takes two steps when a van runs into him. Surprised, Tom holds still until a hand grabs his arm and pulls him back, causing him to fall with the person who saved him. It was you. Is she always going to save my life like that ?

Lying next to each other and trying to come to your senses, your breasts rise and fall in rhythm with your twin breaths. You turn your head towards him, the asphalt slightly scratching your scalp. His face is still tense but it hasn't changed. He is still beautiful, elegant, almost mischievous. His curls fall backwards against the ground and you notice the touch of red in his reflections. My God, how beautiful he is.

“Do you often have panic attacks ?” Tom's face gradually relaxes at the sound of your voice. But what frees him from the anxiety monster inside of him, is your laughter. Your sweet giggle. He almost killed you both, but you're laughing. Lying on the floor in the filthy street next to him.

“I’m so sorry...”

“Don’t be” you replied getting up. You then hold your hand for him to take it. “Come on, let’s go home” you smiled, putting the almost tragic incident that just happened behind you. Tom takes your hand and pushes himself off the ground with your help.

“Home ?” he asked confused without letting your hand go.

“Yeah, I mean at my place. You’re going to live there until you... um... change.” you pressed your lips in a tight but friendly smile accompanied by a small puff. That’s when he doesn’t understand anymore.

“Why are you doing this for me ?” he asks sinking in the back of his chair. “You don’t know me, I could be a sociopath !” or the prince of Hell.

“Well, First of all I don’t think that sociopaths know they are socipaths. And when they do, I also don’t think it’s something they want to scream everywhere.” you replied standing in front of him, your fists of your hips. “And two: It’s you who came to my shop and ask for my help. And it’s not like you have somewhere to crash, don’t you ?” you titled your head to the side as if you were playfully challenging him. Tom grinned a little, trying to hide his hint of embarrassment “But if you prefer, we can always find you a piece of cardboard that we will set you up in a not too badly famed alleyway, you'll love it, it’s-”

“Ok, alright you won !” Tom cut you placing his palms in defeat. “Hell, are you always like that ?” he chuckled. You just smiled cheekily and shrugged your shoulders. You took his arm and started walking.

You didn’t live far from the bakery, only 10 minutes walking, which was very pratical since, before going to the bakery, you followed classes at university and had to go change at your place before going to work. You led Tom to your appartment. The building was far from the ivory towers in which Tom had grown up. Yours was much more dilapidated, with a cold cigarette smell in the stairwell that you asked him not to pay attention to. Ms. McDougall had never learned good manners, and enjoyed smoking in the small lobby.

After going up the three floors without a lift, of course, you stop in front of the door of your flat to open it. “I wasn’t expecting someone today, so please forgive me for the old tea cups in the kitchen... and the living. And probably in the bathroom.”

“The bathroom ?” repeated Tom.

“Yeah. Don’t ask. I don’t have any excuse” you chuckled finding your keays at the bottom of your bag. “Ok. Here you go !” you invited him in with your arm extended so he can enter first. Tom thanked you before walking in, discovering your small but cozy place.

There was a main room which served as kitchen, dining room and living room. The black sofa in front of the television looked comfortable and could be folded out to make a bed. There was also a coffee table with books for the university, the remote control, chocolates, a cherry blossom scented candle and two mugs. A garland of light framed the window overlooking the street. The neighbourhood was not pretty, but at least it was quiet. Just like the flat which was very cozy. Tom already felt good there.

You took off your jacket and your bag and started to tidy up the room quickly. Tom looked at you with an amused smile. He looked how a few strands of hair fell on your face as you pick up the mugs out of the table and put them in the sink; and how your hands worked quickly to collect your books.

“What do you study ?” Tom asked pointing to your books that you held close to your chest.

“I am studying to become a nurse” you responded with a soft smile. “My finals are in three weeks.”

“Oh, that’s a noble job” said Tom, immediatly regreting sounding condescendin. “I mean, it’s a great one ! Better than selling sandwiches and croissants.” When he saw your lips thightening and your eyes squinting, he held his hands in front of you, trying to catch back his mistake “No, I mean, working in a bakery is great, it’s just... being a nurse is better for you !”

“How would you know what’s better for me ?” you teased. Tom felt his palms sweating and his cheeks redenning. You got him.

Why does he react like that ? He was prince of Hell, and soon - hopefully - king, for fuck’s sake ! He’s used to people being affraid of him and his powers. Used to spill his venom on any creature, human or not, using harsh, insulting and degrading names, without the shadow of an ounce of embarrassment. That's what he did. To be the cursed prince of Hell. The beloved child of death and eternal torture.

But with you it’s different. You are different. He feels deeply in his soul, that he would never use these words on you. You had a force on him that he couldn’t explain.

“I-I... I don’t, yeah you’re right. Sorry, I didn’t want to-” he stopped when he heard your light giggle.

“Tom, I was joking. I understood what you meant, I just wanted to mess you with. Selling sandwiches is great but it isn’t my professional perspective. Sorry for making you uncomfortable, that was dumb.”

“No, no, no ! It’s fine. It’s just a joke.” he puffed. What ?! In Hell, he would have sent the fool who dared messing up with him, in the worst session of torture of his entire eternity.

You smiled to him before heading to your bedroom, throwing your books on your bed. You came back with a blanket and a very soft looking pillow. You then walked to the bathroom with a new toothbrush and clean towel.

“My brother lived here for a while a couple of years ago and left clothes. You can take whatever you want, he’s not gonna come back.”

“Where is he now ?” you felt a hiver running through your body at the thought of him.

“I don’t know. Aaron never felt like he belongged in this society, that he had nothing to bring to the community. So he wanted to join the army. They know how to talk to kids who feel like him. Telling them that their lives will save thousands of others. I told him it would be the biggest mistake of his life, that he’s smart and talented but he didn’t want to hear anything. So he left one day, and I never saw him again.” It was the first time you talked about your brother in two years. You felt tears threatening to fall. “I don’t even know if he’s still alive.” you choked on the last word, unable to bear the very idea that he may no longer be of this world.

Tom looked at you not knowing what to do. He tried to remember an Aaron who would have gone to hell. The Prince has the ability to know all the deaths that fall and the division of souls between heaven and hell. This means that he knows every name, story and sin that enters his kingdom. Unfortunately, without his powers on Earth, he cannot know whether his brother is alive or not.

“Y/N, I’m sorry,” he murmured before clearing his throat. “I’m sure he’ll come back one day.” You raised your head with a heart-rending smile, trying hard to hide your pain.

“He’s in the past now. Let’s talk about something else.” You entered the kitchen, looking for something to eat, but you forgot to go to the grocery store today. Well, you didn’t really forgot, your plans just... changed a bit. “Um... I have nothing in my fridge and clearly I don’t want to grocery shopping right now, so is chinese take away is fine with you ?”

“Perfect !” He never ate chinese food.

“Great ! I’ll just call my favorite place after taking a shower” you said walking backwards to your bathroom.

When Tom heard the water running, he fell on the couch dramtically. His legs spread and his right hand on his forhand he stared into the void, trying to process what happened those two last days. Him being banned from Hell for an indefinite period almost dead two times on the road, loosing his powers, and ending up living in an girl’s appartment. Tom sighed loudly, wondering how all of this could happen to the fucking prince of Hell.

And now what ?

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all-things-mlqc · 3 years

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What do you think Shaw's fairytale could have been, had he been included in the "Wonderland after Dark" event?

First and foremost, now that I’ve written my response, I went way over the top with this idea. Was originally going to just summarize this idea and maybe slap Shaw’s face on Disney’s “Robin Hood” fox as a shit edit for funsies yet here we are with a whole HC. Anywho, I hope you enjoy and feel free to comment what other fairytale stories you guys think Shaw would’ve been good for!

Honestly my first thought was Aladdin or Robin Hood. I’m trying to think what best goes with his personality and how you could twist those stories into something new like they have with the other boys. I honestly feel like Robin Hood fits his personality especially with his latest event where he basically pulls a Robin Hood move, stealing from an antique store that was trying to sell fakes for the price of authentic pieces. He “took care” of the owner and people who were involved with this shameless exchange and by took care I mean beat them to a pulp in the alley, stole the items, and even got the shop closed down. While he didn’t necessarily steal valuable items and distribute the wealth to others like what our known Robin Hood does, what he did still protected many people without them knowing. Shaw has that sly, fun way of living life and really does help others without their knowledge. Even if it’s in his own dumbass way which can be selfish at times, I think he could’ve had a pretty good Robin Hood story in this event.

Robin Hood Shaw

Here’s your shit edit that took a total of 4.6 minutes to make

I imagine it would’ve gone something like this:

Shaw as Robin Hood would never settle in one place for too long. He enjoys adventuring around and would often be found visiting many different villages.

There were rumors in nearby villages of a vigilante who would supposedly ambush criminals, bandits, and even rich folks in the nearby villages who were involved with some sort of dirty business.

While he is a stubborn moron who does stupid things and can be selfish at times, he’s never once harmed or stolen from innocent people. He finds it thrilling when he’s able to let loose and be on the verge of getting caught, so fighting criminals/bandits/bad people within the village was how he enjoyed living life.

While most of his reasoning behind it may be selfish, the people of the nearby villages still considered him a hero.

He enjoyed taking out the rumored bandits outside of the village, getaway criminals within the village, and most of all, he enjoyed stealing from tactless, arrogant “royals” is what these people call themselves who used dirty tactics to gain the wealth they had.

Shaw loved the thrill of sneaking in and stealing their valuable belongings that were acquired unjustly with the chance of getting caught. And what he loved more was seeing their infuriated expressions after realizing they had been robbed.

To cover up his tracks, he would distribute the wealth among the good people of the village. He insists his good deeds are nothing more than him wanting some good entertainment and only gives the villages the wealth to cover up his tracks but we all know he’s secretly soft. Under all that bitchassness ofc

He would, however, always keep one item for himself. Whatever seemed to have caught his eye in that moment. The items he collected varied. He didn’t always care about their worth and would often take whatever seemed interesting to him.

Most of the money he used to provide food, clothing, and shelter came from the bandits and criminals. He had plenty of money to get around.

So in this date, I imagine MC going around village to village looking for this vigilante so called “Robin Hood” to help her village. Similar to Disney’s “Robin Hood” film, the people of the village are forced to pay an unfair amount of taxes to the people in control who then use those taxes for their own selfish desires, leaving the people of the village to suffer.

MC uses Robin Hood’s latest sightings from different villages as clues to where she may be able to find him, but many villagers tell her it’s hopeless, that he never shows himself as Robin Hood in public.

While asking around in a nearby village, Shaw overhears her conversation and catches her outside the village during her departure back home.

He asks why she’s looking for Robin Hood so she explains her village’s current situation vaguely to him.

Without explaining himself, he joins her on her journey back to her village.

She was uncertain about him tagging along without an explanation but soon had some friendly banter I say friendly but this man is just annoying as hell and we love it with one another. Y’all know how friendly Shaw is. Annoying but good at making conversation. Ya know... like his usual self.

Anywho, they come across some bandits on the way back where *enter Robin Hood Shaw*.

While Shaw fends off the bandits, MC also joins in and surprises him with some fighting skills of her own which ya’ll know damn well he’s gonna like.

MC was able to piece things together after seeing his fighting style and capability in which she asks if he’s Robin Hood.

He chuckles and responds with a simple “let’s go” as he continues towards the direction of her village.

She follows suit with way too many questions like mood mc, I wanna know what life is like as a bitch vigilante too but you also gotta remember he’s an annoying asshat

To be honest, her first impression after realizing he was Robin Hood was something like “wow wasn’t expecting him to be a dumb bitch” after all that friendly banter. But then again what do you expect from a man who purposely gets himself into danger?

Her questions included those as such: Why did you become Robin Hood? Have you ever been caught? Why do you always keep one stolen item from each place you rob?

His response was a question of his own “Why do you need the help of Robin Hood when you are capable of fighting, yourself?”

She pauses and explains she isn’t capable of helping the village all by herself and thought if she could find Robin Hood, the village would have hope.

Shaw pauses and states his own desires, “I’m not the person people make me out to be. I don’t do these things for the people, I do them for myself. Whether or not you want to believe I help people, in the end, I’m only doing this for myself.”

With that being said, MC suddenly felt a wall being built between them. Not that they had a well developed relationship beforehand

Still, MC explains her village’s situation in much more detail in hope of coming up with a plan.

MC throws out a few ideas while Shaw asks questions about her village and the men in control and then offers his own ideas.

After a lifetime of teasing and bickering, they come to a conclusion.

Once again bringing in Disney’s classic “Robin Hood” film, I thought it would be fun to include a fox in this story and even did some research on Chinese mythological creatures.

Huli jings are fox like mythological creatures that have the capability to shapeshift.

So to add a little twist in this story like the rest of the boys, MC’s village just so happened to be guarded by a huli jing spirit, or so the legends within the village say.

Shaw, with his sly, sneaky Robin Hood persona decided to use this to his advantage.

For days after returning to MC’s village, they gathered materials for their plan for the next time taxes would be collected.

With Shaw’s skills, he would dress as the huli jing spirit shapeshifted as a human wearing a fox mask and fight those who come by to collect taxes, threatening them to leave the village and never return while MC was in charge of special effects to make the “performance” seem more realistic.

He thought the idea of these awful villagers being frightened half to death by a “spirit” was rather entertaining and would make this mission much more satisfying in the end after everything going according to plan. Basically his thought process was “imagine pulling something off so ridiculous yet so incredible”

Slowly driving one by one out of the village, Shaw continued to “haunt” and threaten anyone involved.

However, it was only a matter of time when one of them realized it was all staged after finding MC off to the side, helping Shaw with his “performance”.

MC was then taken to the person in charge and held captive.

Once Shaw realized she had gone missing, he suspected the remaining few caught on and had her as a hostage so he finished his job more quickly and efficiently. Mr. iM dOiNg ThiS fOr mYsELf

Being stuck with the man in charge who was responsible for the village’s suffering, MC began asking why he did everything he had done, why he doesn’t help the village like one should. Oh MC, sweet sweet MC, there are some terrible people in the world and you should know this

After talking with the man for some time, there was a loud crash following the man being knocked to the ground by a powerful force.

“I’ve come to steal you away” is all MC hears before being swept up into Shaw’s arms.

With the man on the ground letting out painful cries, Shaw reveals himself as Robin Hood, receiving an appalled gasp from the man lying on the floor as he demands him to leave the village for good and never return.

The man refuses to give up, calling for backup only to be met with silence.

Shaw: Oh? You haven’t heard? They all fled the village. The remaining ones have been dealt with as well. It’s best you do the same if you value your life.

With this being said, the man got up and frantically stumbled out of the building.

As Shaw carries MC outside, the villagers thank him as they distribute the wealth found within the mans home among everyone, now safe from their continued suffering.

Enjoying her embarrassed expression, Shaw quietly teases MC while continuing to carry her away from others.

MC: You can put me down now, Mr. Every man for himself.

Shaw: Oh? I guess I found that time spent with you is utterly amusing and would be a shame to lose such entertainment.

MC: Well if you don’t go back soon, everything will be taken and you won’t be able to get your reward.

Shaw: And what reward would that be?

MC: The one item you choose to keep from every theft you’ve ever done.

Shaw chuckles while leaning close, whispering in her ear, “I’ve already taken my reward”.

Bye, I’ll be suffering while wishing we actually had Shaw in this event because he would’ve been 👌🏻👌🏻👌🏻

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percyjacksonunofficialfanpage · 3 years

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okay so my last post got more love than i normally get so my adhd is telling me to completely ignore all the schoolwork i have to do and instead write more little things that nico would totally do, and not proofread any of it. just as soon as i finish typing hit post. so that’s what im going to do

there might be ToN spoilers in here idk im kind of just writing this as i think of things

but otherwise enjoy this part 2 of my thoughts and ideas

1.) nico would definitely get will a bunch of star wars stuff (it was revealed in ToN that will is a massive star wars fanboy and im so here for it) whenever he could. like birthdays, anniversaries, little obscure holidays that nobody even really celebrates, like national days that you make up on that website. nico would just be walking around the mortal world and ever time he would see star wars merch or collectibles he would try to buy something for will

2.) because of this, will has a big shelf by his bed in the apollo cabin dedicated to those funko pop figures that nico has gotten him over the years, and will would DEFINITELY be the kind of person to keep them in their original packaging, either that or he would have special display stands for each figure

3.) and every time nico walks into the apollo cabins and sees will’s shelf of Star Wars Things From Nico, he would get really happy inside because it meant that will really appreciated all nico’s efforts

4.) also can we please talk about how solangelo would absolutely do things with the younger campers, like teach them how to play pinochle (even though they aren’t very good at it themselves) and like will would bring board games to camp and he would spend hours with little kids playing candyland or monopoly or whatever.

5.) this isnt relative to the rest of the post, but like i dont think solangelo has ever kissed? like not in BoO, not in any of the ToA books? and if they did and i somehow missed it can someone please? tell? me? but otherwise like what is rick waiting for please i need the nico series to be true so that maybe they will kiss

6.) anyway back to the normal stuff

7.) also kindly imagine nico and will having like star wars movie nights and like using a projector or something that leo made so it works for demigods and using clamps to attach a sheet to the side of the hades cabin

8.) and then at night they would set up the projector and watch star wars movies and hold hands without really realizing they were holding hands

9.) and the first time they did a movie night, these little kids that were new to camp would kind of linger a few feet away, wanting to watch the movie with them, and so thats how nico and will ended up hosting monthly movie marathon nights with popcorn and mcdonalds

10.) also (for the sake of this lil headcanon please imagine that demigods can use phones) will would definitely put himself as an emergency contact in nico’s phone, and also set up all that medical info in the health app, just in case nico collapses or gets injured after a battle and is stuck in the mortal world and a mortal finds him, then they can contact will and he can get there ASAP or at least give the mortal directions for what to do

11.) i think if nico and will could have regular mortal jobs will would obv be a surgeon or some kind of awesome life saving doctor but then i dont really know about nico. like he could go down lots of different paths. but for the sake of NOT going off on a tangent and just sticking to giving u guys headcanons, i think nico wouldn’t really have a job, he would maybe just live in italy or france or somewhere with that aesthetic and sell things he makes or maybe run a little storefront (i realize that these qualify as jobs and yea but hear me out i’ll probably be able to take this somewhere)

12.) and he would like sell little items and things and antiques, and if someone came into his shop and he had a good feeling about them, he might give the item to them for free or like give them a discount. like

13.) i’m kind of imagining an elderly italian lady coming into his shop and shes really nice and sweet and they talk a little bit and he decides to give her like an old necklace for free. idk that just so cute to me

14.) but back to actually possible things i 100% believe that nico and will would play pranks on each other and try to minorly inconvenience one another all the time.

15.) like one time nico might take only half of wills socks, so none of them match

16.) and then to retaliate will set up an elaborate rube goldberg machine type thing with the help of the hermes cabin and percy and some mastermind athena kids so that when nico stepped outside of his cabin the next morning a massive bucket of water would be dropped on his head

17.) and they just go back and forth and they’re really competitive with each other but never in a mean way, like they never take it too far.

anyway that’s all, i might write more if i think of any! :) xoxo

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ayanna-wild · 4 years

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A Place To Call Home

Word Count: 1557

Pairings: Lucifer Morningstar x Reader

Warnings: angst, possible trigger, fluff

A/N: Request from anonymous, And thank you all so much for being so supportive, screw the haters, you guys are amazing and I truly couldn't ask for better readers!

Tag list and Request are open!

Summary: He seldom came to this part of the city, where the people who resided would sooner rob him then help him. But he had a favor to collect on. While he waited to cross the street, he notices a small crowd of people and there you are at the center, torn clothes, dirty, and giving away all the money you had just collected from the crowd who had bought your art. He can't help but be curious and you soon find a persistent devil tailing after you. Wondering why you gave everything when it was clear you had nothing.

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Lucifer sighed as he stood impatiently on the sidewalk. This light always seemed to take so long to change, with how old it looked he was surprised it even functioned at all anymore. He'd have crossed the street already, light be damned, if he didn't think someone might run him over. He wouldn't put it past anyone in this part of the city. Most watched him like greedy vultures, waiting for his demise, so they could swoop in and collect from his misery.

A small crowd of people gathered around someone who was sitting on a blanket. He didn't think much of it, they'd been there a while. He turned his attention back to the light, just in time to see it flicker before fizzing out all together.

"Oh bloody hell."

Lucifer glared at the wretched thing, looking both ways to see if he could safely cross. He wouldn't even be here if the Detective hadn't asked him to use one of his favors. He was beginning to regret agreeing. He'd been seconds from stepping off the broken concrete, and onto the street when he threw one last glance over his shoulder. The crowd had dispersed, and he saw the person at the center was now gathering their blanket. He watched you closely as you walked a few feet down, handing the cup of money in your hand to an elderly woman.

The two of you seemed to argue for a moment, but ultimately it seemed you won and you draped the worn blanket you carried over her shoulders. Lucifer watched you walk away curiously before changing his direction. He approached the older woman with a kind smile.

"Excuse me, do you know who that was?" He asked politely.

She regarded him closely for a moment, almost suspiciously.

"I do. What's it to you?"

Lucifer smiled at the woman's attempt to be intimidating.

"I simply wish to ask her a few things is all."

He held his hands up, trying to show her he meant no harm to her or you.

"Her name is Y/N, she lives not far from here."

"And does she do that often? Give her money away like that?"

The woman shrugged, peering into the cup you'd given her.

"Yes, sometimes to me, sometimes to other people, I always tell that girl not to worry about me. She's worse off than I am. I've got my coat for the winter, but she insists on giving away her stuff. Her hard-earned money, she's talented, if her situation was different she'd have made a name for herself by now."

Lucifer was even more intrigued now, and he glanced down the street.

"There's a soup kitchen close by, poor funding but it provides at least three meals a week. Hardly anything, but it's enough to keep some skin on her bones."

Lucifer frowned a little at that, and the elderly lady began to gather her stuff.

"It's the alley by the old deli, you can't miss it, she's draped this old blue tarp over a few crates. Bit rough, but it gets the job done."

Lucifer thanked the woman before going on his way. He looked around the area, searching for the place she had described. He found you, placing an unused trashed bag over a hole in your tarp. You didn't notice him lingering as you taped the bag down.

"Not exactly a five-star hotel is it?"

You jumped at the sound of his voice, turning to face him with unease. Lucifer took a step into the alley, making you take one back.

"Maybe not, but it does the trick."

He watched you shiver, saw the goosebumps on your skin as you stood there.

"I don't have any drawings left to sell if that's why you're here."

Lucifer looked around the place you called home.

"You don't have much of anything by the looks of it." He hummed.

Your unease was gone, replaced instead by annoyance and you crossed your arms.

"It's better than what I had before... where I was before."

Lucifer frowned, tilting his head.

"Anyway, if you're just here to comment on my living situation than kindly fuck off."

Your words were bitter, a stark contrast to the actions you had displayed earlier. Lucifer walked closer to you, but you didn't seem as hesitant this time.

"I apologize that was rather rude of me, I assure you that isn't why I'm here."

"Then why are you?" You looked at him skeptically, like you didn't trust his words.

"I suppose your act of selflessness quipped my curiosity so, I've come to ask you why."

You looked at him confused and a little lost, and he continued, further explaining himself.

"You gave that woman all the money you made, from those drawings I'm assuming you spent hours making. Then you gave her your blanket, which by the looks of things was your only source of warmth for the winter, despite how tattered the thin fabric was. I simply wish to know why that is. Why share everything when you have nothing to give?"

You stared at him a moment, studying him as you tried to gauge if maybe he had ulterior motive beyond his question. However, it seemed he really was just curious.

"Her name is Edrsia, she's almost seventy-years-old. She's not on the streets by choice, her son took everything she had and pawned it off. Her husband passed years before, and she couldn't afford even a shoe box size apartment. She helped me, when I first started living on the streets. So, I give her what I can, whether I can spare it or not."

You expected him to be satisfied with your answer, maybe even leave you alone, but your response seemed to have the opposite effect.

"Yes but why? From what I can tell you're barely making it yourself. I simply cannot fathom why you'd give up what little you do have. Just because she helped you once, that hardly means you should risk your own well-being to return such a small act."

You smiled a little, offering a small shrug.

"I guess because it's just the human thing to do. I don't need a good reason to help someone, just a reason."

Lucifer pondered over your answer silently and you glanced back towards your makeshift tent.

"It's supposed to rain tonight, I really should-"

"Would you like a place to stay for a while?"

You almost tripped over yourself when you heard that.

"What?"

"Not for free of course, you see I rather like your art, and my bar could use a bit of...artistic flare."

You suspicion didn't go unnoticed by the handsome man, and he gave you a charming smile.

"The choice is yours, I'm merely offering you a warm place and a small job."

You mulled it over, he didn't come off as the type of person to play a joke this cruel. Yet, you suspected he had some underlining goal to this.

"What do you get out of this?"

Lucifer grinned, your question making him like you all the more.

"It's been my experience that humans can be rather selfish creatures, very few offer any real selflessness. If nothing else you can at least teach me a bit more about this side of humanity."

The deal seemed almost too good to be true, and a part of you wanted to refuse. But your shaking hands and the numbness in your limbs told you that you couldn't afford to be stubborn, not unless you wanted to freeze to death.

"Okay."

"Marvelous! Then if we have a deal-"

You shook your head, not moving to shake his outstretched hand.

"Not yet. I'm only agreeing if you help Edrsia, she doesn't have good health, she can't survive another year out here."

Lucifer once again seemed surprised, but he nodded regardless.

"Consider it done, now do we have a deal?"

This time you did shake his hand, and let out a yelp when he tugged on your arm pulling you to his side. He wrapped an arm around your shoulders, leading you down the street.

"Goodness you're chilled to the bone darling, here take this."

Lucifer released you to remove his jacket, but you shook your head looking almost ashamed.

"I live on the streets, showers aren't a luxury I can afford."

He ignored your protest draping the material over your shoulders, despite your words you quickly pulled it tighter around you.

"I don't mind my dear, it's not your fault."

You looked up at him smiling a bit.

"Thank you... I never got your name."

"Oh dear how rude of me to skip introductions, my name is Lucifer Morningstar."

"It's nice to meet you Lucifer, I'm Y/N."

He raised an eyebrow, but the smile never left his lips.

"No last name?" He inquired.

"Does it matter?"

He hummed a little at your answer but didn't pry.

"I suppose not, well come on love, let's get you out of the cold."

You didn't argue when he placed a hand on your back, and you fought back grateful tears. Lucifer watched you from the corner of his eye, a soft smile on his lips, his heart swelling at the hope in your eyes.

Maybe you could teach the devil a thing or two about the better side of humanity.

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sastrugie · 4 years

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john entwistle biography review

ok so first: I didnt really like the biography because I thought it would focus on totally different aspects. John was a musical virtuoso and that hardly ever gets mentioned in the book. But we get exact axccounts on how much money he spent on what day and in which pub he bought which champagne. like wow thanks. The other personal stuff is basic who knowledge you can read in any other Who biography. His autobiographical bits were joy and fun! Maybe the only reason to buy the book in my opinion. He writes totally different than the author...

ANYWAYS: here my fav facts from the book that you probably didnt know before

this is the face of a man who -when his father gave him driving lessons for his 21st birthday as a present- decided driving wasnt really his thing and he spent the money on clothes and parties instead. He never had a drivers license ever and also never desired to have one

the hospital he was born in, was bombarded and destructed one day after his birth

as a child he was really weak and thin and had basically every disease that existed

his family was poor af

his father left the family early and held contact with his son, but soon disappeared with a new family

his stepdad, Gordon, disliked John alot and would ignore him, hated everything John did or said and he let his bad moods out on Johns mother, which caused John to be very silent and observative around the house so that there wouldnt be any trouble

he did everything to please Queenie (his mom) so that there was no fighting, according to Alison

loved drawing and playing but usually alone since he had no friends apart from their dog

he heard a trumpet solo once from a trad jazz band when he was 6 or so and decided he wanted to learn the trumpet

my fav line of the book probably: “despite his own expectations, he passed the exams to go to grammar school” like same

at school he was bullied from the older boys but soon left alone by them because he would fight back with badass comments

he applied for the school band for the trumpet but the tallest guy in the year was chosen (he was the 2nd tallest) which made John mad, but he discovered the french horn

soon he found a friend, mickey brown, at last and he gave him the nickname “ent”

he was so terrible in P.E that he was dismissed with other pupils to play somehwere else, they were called “the hockey misfits” and guess who was among them: Pete Townshend.

yeah as you might know they became besties because they loved music and black humour.

he found himself a gf (alison) and Pete & a school gang (like 4 ppl) and his life seemed to finally get where it should.

his worst subjects were geography and german like wow (im a german geography student lmao)

once they played in a pub and johns stepdad was there and was super angry and gave john a list with his fav pubs and told him “these are the places I never want to hear your fucking music playing”.

after walking home pete decided to switch the guitar and john wanted to become a musician more than ever

Roger found him and John kind of convinced him (it took months apparently) to get Pete into the band and then it all started

he judged the beatles because John Lennons harmonica was “out of tune” in love me do, wow ok you nerd

john started smoking with 20 and was the last one to quit his job for the band and he was against drugs at first (bc he had a “civilized” job) but then decided to give a shit, dyed his hair black, bought cigarettes, smoked dope with pete and did speed too

he wanted to step out of himself and feel good about himself and he was always a fashionnerd so he started buying and trading and selling clothes (he once was dismissed from school bc he wore the school uniform incorrectly)

with 18 or so he was still living at home, had a toy soldier collection and a pet budgie

pete and his college friends made fun of john bc he wasnt a student and still lived at home, although john could have gone to college too and he wanted to, but his stepdad again said no and he had no choice.

he was very awkward and introverted but could open up with his music

he was really into pop art (esp pop art clothes)

was a pseudo mod bc he only liked the fancy clothes and motown music

with the who he found a purpose in his life and finally could be different than ordinary ppl

hated when people touched his hair, he literally hated it

would fuss much about his hair in general

once after a concert they were starving and the room service was alreday home so they had to look on used plates and food wagons and John found a shrimp and said: “who wants to dine with me tonight?” (idk that really made me laugh)

keith moon was john entwistles soulmate and they were the cutest, most iconic and funniest duo ever end of discussion

his amps would soon be called little manhatten bc he had so many bc he wanted to be loud

he actually went to sing at church once when he was like 24 and the band made fun of him then he stopped

in the late 60s he bought a house with alison in a normal neighbourhood and went walking the dogs on sundays and stuff

but he was a party animal and always the last to go

he was really sensitive and cried often according to Alison but only in front of certain people

he would totally step out of his way to please people

when they played at the monterey pop festival they didnt bring their own amps along and john was furious bc he said the american amps are shit and kit was like “no” and john didnt talk to him for the whole festival until their perfomance was over and they had sounded like shit to tell kit “I TOLD YOU SO” thats how extra he was

when he got money he would spend it bc he was so used to being poor that he thought it wouldnt last long and he had to enjoy it NOW

he was always calm and everyone respected him and kit told a story where he entered the room and roger was at keiths throat and and pete was screaming something and john was sitting in the corner cleaning his nails. thats who energy

liked to dance at parties

his fav drink was rémy cognac with 40% and he would drink like 1 bottle alone everyday in his later years...wow dude

he was also gentlemanTM and once paid taxis for girls from london to brighton after a party

once at a wedding the free drinks were out and John just gave the barkeeper his creditcard and said he will pay for all the drinks of the night for everyone (it wasnt his wedding)

Roger once said: “John made smartass comments that deserved a punch in the face” sounds like him yes

he didnt really care about money and always wanted to pay and never told anyone how much things had cost and brought gifts for everyone

soon that ended in a shopping addiction tho and he bought ridiculous things for ridiculous amounts of money

when the who was inactive he sank into depression :(

held the band together during who by numbers & who are you

wrote and played all the quadrophenia horn parts himself

never lost his passion for art and always drawed alot, said Alison

cried when Christopher was born aww

once he saw their manager in an art museum and how he wanted to buy a painting but couldnt afford it, so John bought it secretly and shipped it to said managers home as a gift

We all know John was a huge collector. His most treasured collection was .. wait for it: teapots.

he tried to save Keith from being arrested once and ended up being arrested too lol

wanted to write a scifi concept album but desorted the idea and gave some songs to the who (905) or Pete

was a good cook apparently

When he gave a hug HE was the one who decided when to let go sdfghjk

hated confrontation and would hire other people to tell someone bad news

he spent so much money on dumb shit like wtf

but didnt really care either

probably the master in picking up and seducing girls

he let his stepdad live in the quarwood mansion when he wasnt there but Gordon was still an asshole wtf

the contact to his real dad was really sporadic

when the who ended, it hit him really hard and he didnt know what to do besides partying and buying stuff/hording stuff

was very insecure and selfconscious in the 80s according to Maxene :(

he actually took pete breaking up the who really personal and was sad 24/7

was that kind of guy that said bad stuff about the who but when you said bad stuff he would try to kill you on spot

with cocaine he felt really confident and still like the 60s/70s rockstar he once was but he didnt understand that these times were over and he needed to move on

sometimes went into random pubs with friends and made jam sessions for the guests

he still was generous and loving until he died and tried to play with other bands but it was not the same

he really liked Kenney and hung out with him more than with his wife at some point lmao

was a total giver and people who worked at quarwood would steal money from him but when someone pointed that out he got angry with that person for even suggesting that

was a real softieee (and a huge nerd)

all his friends said that he was shy at first but once you got to know him he would come totally out of himself, was very funny, loved to tell stories, was very very loyal and would try evertyhing to make you laugh aww

all in all a glorious story with a sad ending and he did destroy himself completely, but lets remember that Pete Townshend described old John still as "wonderful, mature and elegant” so lets cling on to that :)

#the who #John Entwistle #band #literature #the ox #mine #pete and rog didnt participate in the bio maybe thats why its hit #*shit #not hit #also you can see: no info about his musical inspiration or werdegang #can not recommend #althought this post might look fun these are the filtered cool stories from like 330 pages #classic rock

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Heart Attack

“Hey.”

“Hey? That’s it? That’s all you're going to say?”

“Harry...”

“Whatever. This was stupid. You shouldn't be here. Neither should I.”

“But yet here we both are.”

“It was a mistake. I shouldn’t be here.”

“Haz-” “No. Stop. Don’t call me that. You don’t get that right anymore. Im done with this. I never should have come.”

“Harry stop. Please. I miss you. I-I never should’ve left... Just let me explain.”

1 MONTH AGO:

“Stop!” you shrieked as Harry picked you up and threw you over his shoulder. “Harry!” He fell back into the couch with a laugh, you landing perfectly in his lap. Both of you were out of breath, Harry nuzzled his nose into your neck and you smiled, turning his head to yours and pressing your lips against his. It was the first night in almost 2 months that Harry had been home. You ran your hand across his cheek and sighed.

“Whats wrong?”

“I just missed you...” you bushed his hair out of his face. “I feel like we haven't had any time together.”

“I know. I’m sorry. Things with writing just got really crazy...and then the album release..”

“Yeah..I know. It still sucks though.” Harry smiled and kissed your nose. “I’m glad we at least have now. And you won't be leaving anytime soon so we can settle back into a routine.” You kissed him, wanting something more to follow.

Harry pulled away with a guilty expression. “Actually, I only have a month or so to stay before I start my tour for the new album...”

You blinked looking into his green eyes full of regret. “What?”

“Well we decided to do a full tour for the album and we decided to push it forward a bit....you know keep the excitement and everything up.”

“Oh.” You climbed off his lap and stood up, pacing the room. “You were waiting to tell me this because?”

“I just wanted to wait and do it in person....I didn’t want to cause any extra stress.”

“Harry you literally promised we would have time together after the album was done...remember?”

“Yeah I know but I don't have a choice right now....this is what I do.”

“So we are just going to go back to a long distance relationship..Is that all we will ever be to you?”

“No-No of course not babe...You know I love you.”

You bit your lip holding back tears. Harry was trying to think of what to say to make things better but in your mind there was nothing that could fix this. “Harry you haven't even spent more than a week consecutively with me. We- we haven't even had time to relax. We were supposed to have that now.”

“Well we will for the next few weeks...We can make this work. You can come with me-”

“I have a job Harry. My dream job. I can’t just quit to tour with you..I don't want to be something you only come home to on the weekends. I want you to want this. To want a future together. A family.”

“I do.”

“Are you sure? It doesn't seem like it?”

Harry looked up, tears in his eyes. “What do you want me to do? What can I do to fix this...Quit the tour?”

“No. I’m not going to ask you to give up on your dream. I’m not going to take away something you love....”

“Then what? Just tell me what I can do..”

You sucked in a breath and wiped a tear from your eye. Crossing your arms you stood there for a minute. “I think we should just be friends...”

“(y/n).”

“No. I’m serious. I love you Harry...but I cant do this anymore. I need a break. I need to figure out what I want. I need to figure out if I can even make this work anymore.”

“Babe-”

“No I’m sorry.” You knelt down and kissed his lips hard. Your tears on his lips and his on yours. “I want to figure out what I can handle. I don't want to feel like I come second to you anymore..”

“Youre not second I swear.”

“I just need time okay?” You kissed him again and sighed. “I love you, but this isn't working...” You stood up and walked out to your car, gasping for air and trying to collect yourself through the sobs as you drove home.

It had take a few weeks. You had taken a while to get over the pain of leaving Harry. Your heart ached. You felt sick to your stomach when you saw anything about him. You slept in his hoodies every night and questioned if you had made the wrong decision but you also knew that you couldn't continue with how things had been moving. So eventually, after those first few weeks, you had pulled yourself together and agreed on a causal blind date with a friend of a friend. You had gotten dressed in a crop top and skinny jeans, your hair down and makeup done. You weren't ready to date anyone...but you did want to try and move on...try to get back into a normal social routine. So here you were, entering the club late on a Saturday night. Of course you walk in and your eyes immediately rest on the green eyes you knew too well.

Harry’s POV:

Harry felt sick to his stomach. Watching (y/n) walk out of his life that night was burned into his brain. He almost didn’t believe you when you said you wanted to be friends...He couldnt believe it. He loved you more than anything. You had gotten him through long nights away, writing the new album. You had been the one he called when he couldnt sleep. You had supported him through everything and yet now you were leaving? Saying you needed space? What was that about? The first few nights he hadn't slept. He just paced around the house, tossed and turned in bed, and barely ate. Things got a little better when plans for the tour started evolving and shaping. He had gotten into a better routine, one where you weren't involved. When some of the band had suggested going out to a club, he had said no. He didn’t want to be around other girls. He was secretly still holding out for you. Of course, the guys had practically dragged him there anyway. He sat at the bar, a drink in his hand. He was watching people walk in and out. He wasn’t looking for anything in particular but when his eyes landed on yours, he froze. He felt sick to his stomach. He felt like he was going to pass out. Your eyes were glued to his, until the guy behind you grabbed your shoulder and pushed you towards the bar opposite of his, your eyes reluctantly leaving his.

Harry put a hand over his chest. “You okay mate?” Mitch asked concerned. “Youre looking a little pale.”

“I’m trying to be okay, I’m trying to be alright but man. It hurts.”

Mitch followed his gaze to you. “Harry she's no good for you. Look what she's done to you, I mean you barely ate. You weren't sleeping.”

“It doesn’t feel right though. She shouldn't be with another guy. She should be here with me. She was the one. She was the only thing I’ve ever wanted in my life.. ”

“Harry.” Adam cut in. “You're just too blind to see how much she's messed you up this time.. Youre way better off now that she's gone.”

“Im trying. Im trying so hard to be better now.”

“I’m glad. Do you want to leave?”

“It feels like I’m having a heart attack. Ugh” Harry gripped his chest and leaned back into the bar.

“It’s probably a panic attack...” Adam corrected. “We should probably go.”

“No. No- I’ll be okay.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yeah.” Harry’s gaze fell back to you. You looked incredible. Dressed perfectly. Harry just wished he was the one kissing your cheek, telling you that you looked beautiful and that you didn't need the extra make up. He wanted to be the one with his hands around your waist. Who even is this guy? Why are you even moving on so quickly?

Harry stood up from the bar and smiled. “I’m just going to have a wee, I’ll be back.” Mitch and Adam looked uncertain but nodded and ordered another drink. Harry wandered to the bathroom. He stood by the door waiting. Within a few minutes you had wandered over, probably to check your hair. Harry causally bumped you as you were exiting and you looked up. His eyes met yours and his heart skipped a beat. He felt his chest tighten and his heart beat irregularly. “(y/n)...”

Your POV:

You looked up at him. His hair was trimmed, but perfectly pushed back in a wave. His green eyes were frantically searching yours and his hand was pressed lightly over his chest. He moved to step away but you grabbed his wrist quickly. “Wait. Can we talk?”

“I-I don't know...”

“Harry please.”

“Fine. Meet me outside in an hour.” You nodded and he walked away. Your heart was rushing and heat flooded your cheeks and your body. You hadn't reacted that way since you had last seen him and it made you smile. You entertained your date for a bit, but your mind was always on Harry. How he was doing, what you were going to say. Truthfully you wanted to tell him how much you missed him. You wanted him to know you made a mistake. But you also didn't know anything about what his life had been like and dint want to interrupt something he had with someone else...kind of like the media had said. After an hour passed, you wandered outside, waiting for Harry in the dark alley, a light rain drizzling over your body.

PRESENT DAY:

“Explain what? How you left? How, out of nowhere you said you wanted to be friends? How you said you didn’t know what you wanted?”

“Harry I swear I-”

“Then, you show up with some random ass guy tonight, only shortly after breaking up with me?”

“No- well yes but thats not how it is.”

“Then how is it? Do tell me (y/n).” Harry was pissed.

“I made a mistake okay? I should have stayed with you. I love you Harry. I always have and I always will. I left because I wasnt sure how to feel...I felt you were always putting me in second to your music. I know its important to you but you rarely called, you rarely spent time at home with me...I just felt like it was one way. And I get it, I left. I walked away. But I regretted it the second I did it...I just needed time to really figure it out. And I have now okay? You are my dream. I know I have a great job and I love it but I love you more. I want to be with you and if that means touring with you and selling my house and quitting my job just to follow you around the world I will. I need you. I don't want to be your friend. I want to be your everything.”

Harry’s mouth dropped. He stepped towards you. It looked like tears were dripping down his cheeks, but you couldn't tell if it was that or the rain. His wet hair dripped in front of his face and he brushed it back before closing the remaining space between you. His lips collided with yours. He was patient for a second before biting down hard on your bottom lip and slipping his tongue into your mouth. He kissed you like his life depended on it and if that were the last thing you had of him, you would die happy. “I love you.” he whispered against your lips.

“You do?” You leaned your head back, cupping his cheeks in your hands and staring into his eyes.

“I am in love with you (y/n). Seeing you here, tonight, with that other guy. It didn't feel right. I wanted to be him, his hands on you, dancing with you...” Harry’s hands slid to your waist. “You nearly gave me a heart attack. I mean look at you. Fuck.”

“You don't hate me?”

“I have never hated you.” His lips pressed to yours again, this time more gently. “Come with me. I want you on tour with me.”

You kissed him, your hands tangling into his hair. “Okay.”

“Okay?”

You kissed him hard, pulling his lips back with yours. “Take me with you and don't ever let go.”

“I won't. I promise.”

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