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Professor single dad Harry part 3

After dinner the twins were back in the Livingroom playing with the kitten as Harry helped his mom to clean up. They could hear the kids laughing and squealing, Anne wishes for a moment Harry could move to her house with the kids, she feels lonely sometimes and she knows he does too, specially when the kids are with Nala.

Harry walks into the livingroom grabbing the kids’ bags, they still have to do their homework, then shower then get ready for bed, by that time they will want a snack before bed for sure. “Alright, lets go” he announces with a heavy sigh.

Jared and Jensen whine “Please daddy, can we stay a bit longer?” they ask in unison with a thick British accent.

“I promise we’ll come back tomorrow, come on” Harry promises looking at his mom while helping Jared to get his little coat on. Anne helps Jensen and kisses his head when she is done.

“and we can make cookies in Dino shapes, what you say?” Anne kisses Jared’s pink cheek.

“Oh wow!!” The twins look at each other excited and Harry can’t help but chuckle. “Thanks mom, now they will not sleep”.

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Back at home Harry sits at the table with Jared and Jensen, explaining how to do the activity, they have to cut out some words/images that start with letter “E”, they have glue, scissors and magazines around. Harry stands up to grab a glass of water but after hearing “Jared no!” he turns around and sees he is about to cut a string of his own hair. Jensen little hands are over his mouth. Harry runs to grab the scissors from Jared “You are not supposed to do that. Why were you doing that”

“It’s poking my eye” he explains blinking.

“We’ll get you a haircut, but don’t do it yourself, you could poke your eyes” Harry smiling, tries to comb his son’s hair with his fingers out of his forehead sitting down with them again, he gets to live the double of adventures, sometimes is fun.

When they finish Harry gives a bath to the boys, they all pretend to be pirates as Harry washes their heads, they make voices and talk about pirates life, he even sings “A pirates life for me”, he wishes he could only be a music teacher, he loves to sing and he is really good at it.

Before bed Harry applies some aloe gel to Jared’s arm, his mom said it helps with almost everything. “Ew..it stinks” Jensen complains scrunching up his nose. “I don’t want to be smelly daddy!” Jared whines worried. Harry promises the smell will go away soon.

They all cuddle in Harry’s big bed watching cartoons, the purple sheets smell fresh and nicely, the pillows are fluffy and comfortable, everything is perfect... perhaps he wouldn’t mind having a beautiful lady with him right there. Both kids are getting very sleepy but they don’t want to leave his side, so he waits until they have fallen asleep and take them both to their bedroom. Back in his room he slides once more in bed but his phone buzzes with a message. For a second he thinks it could be Nala asking for her boys but it’s just a message from the teachers’ group chat on whatsapp. It’s Y/N.

Hi everyone! I’m sorry, I know it’s late but, does someone happen to know which is the email address for sending my lesson plan? I tried the one I was given at school but it’s not working.

Harry smiles reading it, poor girl she might had forgotten to add a letter to the email address and that’s why it isn’t working. No one has replied yet, he decides he should be a nice coworker and send a private message.

Hi Y/N, It’s Harry. The email address is [email protected]

Y/N is biting heir nails as she stares at her computer re reading her lesson plan for next week, she is always anxious when it comes to deliver documents and the fact that the email isn’t working is stressing her. She is sitting right in the middle of her bed and she feels a bit lonely if she is honest, she is a independent , strong woman or at least she wants to believe she is, but she whishes she had someone she could share his day with, don’t get her wrong, her parents were always on the phone ready to hear about her day but she wanted to walk barefoot around the kitchen laughing with her lover as they talk about their day, a buzz from her phone brings her back to reality.

It’s Harry! Her heart skips a beat, he is so good looking, and he texted her, she can’t feel like a teenager, she is the teacher. She reads the message; she had been using the email address.

“Hi Harry, I’ve tried that email but it’s not working”

“Are you sure you didn’t eat any letter, love?”

Love?? How sweet, she can be his love. Not drooling, focus, she reminds herself. She checks the address again [email protected]. It looked good to her until it hit her.. O. “. cOm..”

“Okay…I might have forgotten one letter. Thank you Professor Harry” she facepalms her forehead

“No problem. And call me Harry”

She didn’t want to stop talking to him, but what if she came off as a creepy weirdo? “Alright. How’s Jared?! Is his arm better? “

His heart feels warm, she is asking for his boy. “He is doing bette, I rubbed some Aloe on his arm. He’ll be fine”

“Great! I’ll see you tomorrow! Night.”

“Nigh!”

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The next morning while the twins get ready Harry makes banana milkshakes for them and some hotcakes with honey and blue berries on top, in contrast he had a coffee and a banana hotcake. Jensen takes a sip of his milkshake before speaking “What are you drinking Daddy?”

“Some Coffee, mate. Why?” he asks confused before taking a bite of his hotcake.

“Can we take some to Miss YN?” Harry chokes lightly, he wasn’t expecting that. “You really like her, huh?. Well, I’ll tell you what, we can leave early and buy her a nice drink from Starbucks.” He can’t just hand YN a normal coffee mug from his counter with a normal coffee, she can get that at school. They will impress her.

Jensen smiles nodding his head happy, he will get his favorite teacher a Starbucks drink.

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The thing is, Harry didn’t know what Y/N like, how was he supposed to order a coffee for her. He ended up asking the lady from Starbucks which drink she would recommend for his lady friend. And that’s how he ended up holding a “Love bean Frappuccino” as he leans in the door frame in his blue suit, checking his watch, it’s quite late and she hasn’t arrived, Jared and Jensen are in the classroom just talking with their classmates as they wait for their teacher. He really needs to get going to his class. “Alright, boys stay here, I have to go. I don’t want to see you running around. I love you both”

Y/N alarm didn’t go off, why? She doesn’t know and she didn’t care right now, she was late. She puts her hair in a messy bun and adorns it with a nice ribbon, she does her makeup really quick, and gets dress as quick as she can, button up pink shirt with some cleavage, a nice cardigan and pencil black skirt and some black heels. She arrived at school 5 minutes before the bell ranged, she was walking fast down the hall as she searched for her phone in her purse. Harry is checking his watch again as he walks, neither of them paying attention. Y/N smashes her forehead against something hard, her hands come up immediately and she feels an arm wrapping around her waist tightly. “WOW!” Harry doesn’t know how but he stretches his arm holding the Frapuchino away whilst his other arm came to hold on tightly whatever hit him to prevent the fall. Her hands resting on his strong chest, she can feel his heart beating fast, she looks up shyly and their eyes meet. She is like a doe lost in the green forest of his eyes. She can even notice a ray of sunshine in them, he is so beautiful…his eyes are so hypnotizing.

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aromantic-romance-writer · 4 years

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Muichiro Tokito x Fem! Student! Reader

[A KnY AU: Bounded By a Forgotten Past]

School works, why must you delay this post-

Modern and Spirit AU??? :33

I recently rewatched Studio Ghibli's "Howl's Moving Castle" and "Spirited Away" and my childhood is-

:'3

So I had this idea :DD

Enjoy!

WARNING: it's a very long read ahead!

You stare up at the tree-covered hill. Was it a hill or a mountain? It wasn't particularly tall nor short, so you weren't sure. What you were sure is that that big mound of earth was never here before.

"[Y/N]! What's the hold up?" One of your friends called as you realized they were already several meters away from you.

"Hey, this mountain or hill, has it always been here?" you eye the mound with your hands on your hips, tapping your foot. "Didn't we pass a field yesterday? And the other day before that? And the two years we've been passing here?!"

Your friend runs back to you to look at whatever you're looking and gave you a weird look. "What hill? It's the same field we walk past every day."

You snap your head back at her with a dumbfounded expression. "Do you not see this??" you give her big gestures pointing the hill.

She sighs heavily. "Whatever prank you're pulling off, it's absolutely stupid and humiliating. Come on! I don't want to miss dinner!" she grabs your arm and pull you away, you gave the hill (or mountain, but you decide to call it a hill now) one last look before struggling to keep up with your friend.

You were very good at reading expressions and can sometimes guess what people are thinking. It was helpful at times, but it was mostly annoying. You laugh bitterly as you try to erase your friend's deeply annoyed face.

As you stagger back to your group of friends, a pair of pale mint eyes were watching you in great interest. The empty eyes, for the very first time in decades, shimmered with curiousity.

° ° °

The next day, you decided to leave earlier than usual for school. You were determined to check if that suspicious hill was still there and you weren't gonna let any of your friends drag you away again.

You slip into your shoes and ran outside to take the usual path, greeting familiar faces as you run past them. You finally reach the hill and stopped running, gasping for air. You regain yourself and wipe the sweat from your forehead.

So it's still here. You knew you weren't hallucinating. You walk closer to it as you reach out your hand. You feel the prickly grass on your palm. You hear a rustle from one of its trees and quickly look where it came from.

"Maybe a bird or something..." you assure yourself. As you scanned the hill, your eyes widen in surprise. Were these stone steps here before?

They were covered in moss and some small weeds. What the hell is happening? Maybe you are hallucinating. Is it because of that bun you ate that was a day expired? But you've been doing that a lot now so why is this happening?

The stone steps seems to lead all the way to the top. You hover your hand over your eyes to dull the sunlight as you look up to the top of the hill.

Is that mist?

It's not even that early in the morning. And surely it's not tall enough to reach a cold temperature. All those trees definitely didn't do that.

"Gah, all this investigating is giving me a head ache..." you massage your temples and decided to leave this problem in the afternoon, knowing better since you still have the whole day studying. You gave the hill one last look before walking away.

The breeze swayed his black to mint gradient hair. He watches your figure getting smaller until it disappears.

How intriguing...

° ° °

"Yup. It's still here." you tell yourself as you scan the hill.

It was pretty late in the afternoon and the school day finally ended. You skipped [Fave Hobby] club and escaped cleaning duty. You barely escaped from your friends as well. No use bringing people who are blind to this.

The stone steps were still there. You stare at the steps skeptically. Are you really willing to waste your afternoon investigating this thing?

You noticed that the mist at the top have become thicker, immediately answering your question. Nervous, you take in a deep breath and took a step forward. The step was solid. You smile to yourself proudly and continued to walk up the steps. The taller you go, the thicker the trees are. The mist was also starting to form.

You soon start to feel your legs wobble in exhaustion. You must be out of shape since it's the hill isn't really too tall. The mist was thick now, but you notice that the trees are getting thinner. You must be close to something, whatever it is. If you find out there's nothing at the top, you'll freak-

Then you found a shinto shrine. The trees beyond the shrine were a different species, and immediately recognize that they're ginkgo trees. Its leaves were the colors of autumn and pretty much out of season. The fallen leaves were scattered around, but it doesn't surpass the shrine, like an invisible force field to prevent it from crossing to the normal world. It was such a peculiar sight to see yellow colored ginkgo trees in the middle of April.

What the hell.

You get closer to the dusty shrine. It was covered with cobwebs. You spot something engraved on its right side. You wipe the dust off with your hand and read the kanji.

"'Nothing'...?"

"Exactly. There's nothing."

You jump in surprise and turn around too quickly, losing your balance. Someone grabs your arm before your face meets the floor. You regain yourself and sighed in relief. You thought you were gonna have a flat nose by tonight. You swivel around to see a boy who is shockingly already a few feet from you beyond the shrine. He was staring at his hand. His face was so blank, you don't really know what he's thinking or why he's looking at his hand like that.

How could he have such a deadpan expression?

The boy looks like he is younger than you. His hair had raven locks that turned mint in the ends. He was pale and is wearing a cream colored yukata with patterns that are shaped like mists. He's barefooted and had an empty scabbard hanging from his waist.

"E-excuse me!" you call out, snapping the boy out of his thoughts. He stares at you without a response.

You felt awkward. What was he doing here?

"You should leave." the boy says a bit crossly. "Before the sun sets."

You blink a few times. Is someone younger than you telling you to leave? You wanted to coax him about changing his tone and to be more respectful, but upon realizing that the sun was starting to set, you decide to leave him be.

You hesitantly bow and quickly descend the hill. The boy watches you from behind and like always, he waits until your figure disappears. He walks towards to where you stood. The triangle headwear he wears must have fallen when he saved you from falling humiliatingly.

He picks up the hitaikakushi and ties it around his head. He stares at his hand again. His hand that was able to grab you. His hand that didn't come through you.

He sighs, feeling stupid once again. He knew very well that he could not touch humans, yet his body is automated to help someone in need. What happened earlier was different though.

Much much more different.

° ° °

It's finally the weekend, and you were cursing at yourself for deciding to go back to the mountain again. You decided with a flip coin, since you weren't really sure whether you should visit the mysterious boy or not.

"He must be a yurei or something, so why do I even bother...?" you sigh almost jokingly to yourself and shoved your hands in your pockets.

You soon find yourself at the foot of the hill. The steps were still there. The other day they weren't, you were sure. Perhaps the boy can do that? Make things appear and disappear in his territory, if he was some kind of spirit.

You notice the mist have reached the base of the hill and was much more thicker. The trees danced with the breeze, making you wonder how something that isn't really there be in sync with the world.

"You're back?"

You were snapped back to reality. You follow the familiar uninterested voice to see the same boy from yesterday, leaning against one of the trees. The shade from its leaves barely covered his face, but his pale orbs were bathed in little sunlight as if to purposely give empty eyes some light. His mint orbs shone with such a calm demeanor under the sprinkle of sunlight, you thought no one has ever looked so somber for someone so young.

Then you notice the triangular head piece he's wearing. A hitaikakushi. So he really is a yurei.

"Um, yeah, I'm back..." your voice trails off as he walked closer to you, finally fully bathed in the sun's rays.

His brows slightly furrows. "Why?"

You blink. The first time you saw him, you really didn't get a good look at his features. Seeing him now, his hair flowing through the wind while the sun acted like a spotlight, you see him clearly.

Oh my god, he looks like an absolute angel.

You gulp as you thought you were getting hazy. "I, well, uh-"

"You shouldn't be here." he turns his back to you and starts to walk up the steps, the mist seemingly following him like a servant following its master.

"Didn't you invite me?" you voiced a question even though the sight of the mist following his shadow was so fascinating to look at. "The other day there weren't stairs here..."

He stops to give you a brief look. And in that millisecond before walking away again, his eyes flickered with slight shock. You grin to yourself and followed him up the hill.

The boy admits to himself that you were right; he did 'invite' you to his home. He can't help but get curious about a human seeing him for the first time. What's more, he can touch you. Though he doesn't admit one thing.

He feels lonely.

Spirits shouldn't feel lonely. Spirits shouldn't feel anything. Spirits should go to the afterlife, yet he's still here. He remembers nothing of his past or when he was still living, not even his own name. One day, he just awoke on a tall hill with yellow ginkgo leaves surrounding him.

He tried his best to spend his days alone remembering who he was, but to no avail, and decided to give up. He assumed that because of his lost memories, he's still roaming the Earth. The only piece of memory he has is this empty scabbard, and have justified that he was a swordsman at such a young a age. Whether a professional or not, he just knows he's a swordsman.

You see him stop by the shinto shrine. You were still entranced at the sight of the cluster of ginkgo trees beyond the shrine as it danced with the wind with a grace so majestic to you.

"You came to confirm that you're not a lunatic hallucinating things, right?" he says with a flat tone in his voice. "You've seen everything that you can see, now leave."

You consider his question. "It just made things more confusing though..." you mutter to yourself.

But he heard and turns to you, expression unchanging. You catch his eye and quickly tensed under his gaze. It's not that he's intimidating - okay, he is, only because it's like he's some kind of robot. Solemn and somber and deadpan were the only words that can describe his features. It's making it hard for you to read him.

He averts his gaze, startling you just a little. "Then, you can come back whenever..." he huffed. "...just until you're not confused about this anymore."

You stare at him for a moment. His eyes were darting everywhere but you, and he was fiddling with his fingers. What's with the sudden change in reaction? Not that you were complaining. He looked so adorable this way.

You suppressed a grin. "Then I'll be back tomorrow." You almost forgot why you were here, but either way it doesn't really matter as long as you'll come back tomorrow.

You descend the hill as the boy watched you gradually getting smaller until you disappear from his sight. Just like he always have.

He pouts at himself. He shouldn't have said that. You shouldn't come back here. Convinced that it's best for him to be alone, he called himself a nincompoop under his breath. But he had a feeling that even if he hadn't said that, you'll still come back. Your eyes were straightforward about it.

° ° °

You've been visiting him for the next few days. During weekdays, you'd visit him after school. He doesn't really talk when you ask him simple questions. He didn't seem like he was annoyed by your presence though. Right before the sun sets, he would ask you to leave, and you didn't know why. You were persistent, enough to surprise the boy.

Seriously, inviting me here but then you're not conversing?

One day, he couldn't bare to ignore you for much longer. He was at his usual spot at the foot of the hill. He was patiently waiting for you as he leaned on the tree. This time, he's gonna answer your questions. Well, at least he'll try. He was as clueless as you are, as to why and how he's here.

He closes his eyes, concentrating on the breeze that was passing through him. Though a spirit, his body was reacting to the world naturally. His hair would sway in the wind, the sun would shed light on his eyes, and recently a human girl can touch him.

He opens his eyes to stare at his hand. He recalls the time he caught you before idiotically tripping. Your skin was delicatem as well as warm to the touch. For a moment, he felt alive and breathing. Breathing the same fresh air of mid-spring.

The sound of light footsteps. His gaze landed on your shadow that was increasing in size as you walked closer. Finally, his eyes met yours that shimmered in slight surprise. Your shocked look slowly turned into a warm smile.

In that millisecond of a moment, he saw someone else. A boy with the same heart-filled smile. It was only for half a second, but he saw how kind the boy's smile was. Such kindness would make anyone cry.

"Hey, are you okay?" you were sitting across him and were waving your hand in front of his face.

He finally snapped back and stared back at you. For a spirit, he was already pale. But he was paler this time. His eyes were filled with mixed emotions - so many emotions you couldn't count. But these emotions stood out the most; Shock. Disbelief. And fear.

"What's wrong?" concern growing, you inched closer to him. He turns away, a gesture for you to stop. And so you did. He blinked a few times and heaved a deep sigh before turning back to you. Once again, his eyes were empty and his expression was deadpan.

"It's nothing."

You wanted to ask again, but given his expression you decided no to pry. For a while, you stayed in your position as you continued to scan his face. His features were clearly blank again as he was staring at the ground. But there's always something more to that unchanging expression he always wears. What could he be thinking?

"Questions..." he starts in a soft whisper.

"Huh?" You tilt your head. He raised his gaze to level with yours.

"I'll try to answer questions..." His voice was much louder now. You knew what he meant and nod with your lips tugging into a small smile. He looks away and taps the grass beside him. You gladly moved to sit beside him.

You had so many questions. You wonder which you should ask first. "Ah! I don't really know your name yet. For starters, what's your name?"

He stares up at the sky for a few seconds before responding. "I don't know. I don't remember."

"Oh...did you lose your memories?"

He nods. "Then you don't remember anything from when...I mean, your past?

He nods. You frown. So either way, none of your questions will be answered then? Well maybe questions about the present, he can answer.

"Why are you here? Why am I the only one who can see you?"

He gives it a thought. "I don't know."

You sigh, frustration building up inside you. The anticipation of finally knowing what's going on faded away in a dissatisfied manner.

He sees you, and stared st the ground once more. "...but I think it's because I don't remember anything. That's why I'm here."

You can sense his effort of trying to communicate, and you appreciate it.

Maybe continuing to visit him isn't the worse idea?

"Sorry." he apologised. You knew what he meant. You visit him everyday so you can get some answers, and now that he's finally talking, you were left with absolutely nothing.

But maybe nothing isn't so bad?

° ° °

He is very confused.

That day, he couldn't answer your questions in the end. But you still visit him. What's your goal?

You would talk about how your day went and sometimes even bring snacks. You knew very well he can't eat, yet you still bring these delicious foods with you.

You're so mean.

It's not like he's complaining though. He doesn't admit it, but he starts to adore your presence more and more. He was quiet, watching you go on and on about your day. It was a refreshing sight.

Other than that, he's been getting these flashes from his past more often. They come in bits and pieces so it doesn't really add anything up. He would see his own hands holding a sword, unfamiliar faces, another him, and the most mysterious and confusing ones are the flashes of huge pillars inside a seemingly endless room all lined up. He was sure there were other people in the room as well, but this one person with long hair doesn't reveal his face.

He was certain that you would be able to set him free. Is fate finally giving him a favor and sent you here? Or is it the other way around.

"Hey so..." your voice was unsure. He's never heard that tone from you before. "...a guy asked me out on a date. I'm not sure if I should go. I told him I'll give it a thought..."

The way your hand played with your earlobe and looking at the ground embarrassingly, were you asking for his permission?

He blinks cluelessly. "A date?"

You realize and chuckle at him and yourself. "Right. You probably don't know what a date is, huh?" he nods. "It's when a girl and boy go out and do all sorts of fun alone together. They would talk and eat and stuff...but usually when it's only because they-"

"But aren't we doing that now?" he cuts you off. He almost sounded upset. You were staring at his innocent face as you felt your face getting hot. "You're already on a date with me everyday, so you shouldn't go."

"You're havung fun with me around?" the question simply slipped away, and you got redder when you realized. His eyes widened a little and somehow his cheeks were slightly dusted pink. He looks away and hummed softly.

You smile. "I guess I'll tell him no then." he seemed to slightly perk up by your response, but his gaze remains away from you.

You knew you had to tell him at some point, that dates are about when two people like each other. But you decide to let it slide for now. You were feeling too warm and fuzzy inside.

The sun was gonna set soon, meaning he'll tell you to leave again. But you wanted to ask him about that before you do.

"Why do you ask me to leave before sunset?" you casually asked while cleaning up.

He was staring at the setting sun. There was an unfamiliar feeling of anxiety and fear in his eyes. But there was also this strong look too. You've noticed that he seems to grip his scabbard absently whenever the sun is almost setting.

"I...don't know." the same answer to you questions, yet answered with a different tone in his voice.

You thought for a moment. Then you remember about you grandfather telling you stories from his time as a young kid. The mosters prowling at night in search for human flesh, the hunters who possess immense strength and abilities to take those monsters down, and the end and start of it all.

"You told me you were long dead..." you started. You try to search for the words, but there was no sugarcoating it. "...then you must know about the demons, right?"

Upon hearing the word, flashes of different faces printed on his mind all at once. Sharp teeth, eyes cravung for bloodlust, claws that can easily rip your heart out - they were all different people but with the same description. Finally, the last one was longer - the long haired man with no face finally has one. Intimidating six eyes were starung right at him.

He almost lost his composure if it hadn't for you. He realized he was as stiff as a board and finally relaxed once he felt your touch. You grabbed his arm with worry that he wasn't responding to your calls.

"Are you okay?" you asked.

He absently gripped your hand that was holding unto him and pulled it away, just to hug you tight. You were surprised with the action (and his strength for someone with a small build). You were really getting worried.

As you were about to say something, he spoke first. "...I want to protect you. Let me protect you."

"Protect me from what?" he only hugged you tighter. You didn't know what and why is this happening. You also don't know about his past was about. Heck, you don't know anything about him at all.

You stare at his scabbard. He was a swordsman, that's for sure. Maybe it doesn't matter. It doesn't matter if you knew who he was or what he's been through - you know him as the boy who is hugging you right now. That matters.

You slowly wrap your hands around him as you were engulfed with the last but of sunlight left. "Alright." you brush through his hair and he immediately relaxes in your arms. You don't know it, but happiness was bubbling from his chest.

° ° °

It was just another usual day. Another school day have ended and you were heading to the usual hill where he lives. Sometimes, you end up daydreaming while walking but every time you find yourself at the foot of the hill already. It's like your body was automated. Thinking back when there wasn't any magical hill yet, you just head straight home. Your mom would say to have fun with friends and go somewhere after school, but you just weren't the type to do that. You chuckle at yourself.

You realize that you've arrived and saw the boy standing straight with his fists clenched. When you met his pale eyes, you couldn't believe what you were seeing.

His eyes gleamed with hope and excitement. He wasn't trying to hide it. His deadpan expression was replaced by excitement and impatience, and you admit it was foreign to you. But it was a sight you can never forget.

"What are you doing standing there?" he breathed, barely hiding his emotions. "I have a lot to tell you."

"Wow! So you had a twin?"

He nods vigorously. He continues to tell you of his memories with a happy look on his face. It's been like this everyday now. You weren't the only one talking anymore. You were exchanging stories; stories of your lives, stories of the past and the present.

"I was a demon slayer too! A high-ranking one at that." he stares at you with a proud look on his features.

"Really?" you stare back at him in awe. "You're so young though! What else do you remember?"

"That's all I remember today. I'll tell you more if anything else comes up!" he says cheerfully. But soon, his expression softened as his gaze seemed to pierce through yours without him realizing. "[Y/N]...are you happy for me?"

You held your breath, completely off guard. You hadn't forgotten what he said before.

"If I get all my memories back, I might finally move on. I'll be free."

He said that just a few days after you've met. Now, it's been weeks. Of course you should be happy for him. After so many years, he's this close to finally move on from the world who couldn't see him, realize that he was still there. But then he'll be far from your reach. He'll get farther and farther until you couldn't grasp him anymore.

You smile, forcing yourself to remember what he wants. "Of course I am! You'll finally be free!"

He nods at you. Before meeting you, it bothered him that he's alone in the world. No one can see him - the whole world can't see him. And such loneliness is absolute torture for a spirit of a child. Though an elite swordsman of the past, he's still a young boy. A young boy who then meets a young girl of the present. You were cheerful, kind, and loveable. You were also a bit clumsy and a tease, but those were the qualities that made him feel alive even just for the afternoon where you spent time with him. For the first time, he didn't care if the world couldn't see him. You turned into his world already.

And for the first time, he wished he would forget.

° ° °

Tiem flew. Months passed. By now, the boy has probably remembered everything. Everything except his name. He didn't mind though.

"Hey! There's a summer festival today!" you visited him in the morning to inform him of the annual summer festival happening in your neighborhood. "I promise to bring in lots of prizes today! And maybe some food." you barely hid your cheeky grin.

"Stop teasing me with food I can't eat!" he pouts at you. You laugh and ruffle his hair, giving his heart an unusual skip. "But didn't you say that festivals are the best at night?"

You smile brightly, happy that he remembered what you said. "Mhm! That's why I'll be back before sunset."

"Watching fireworks are the best when you're with someone."

That day, you did visit again before sunset. You were wearing a [F/C] kimono that was decorated with flower patterns and your hair was tied in a loose bun. All he could do was stare at you as he blushed.

"S-stop staring too much..." you mumble, but he hears and apologises.

You sit beside him and told him what you saw. You showed him the prizes you won from winning games, and flaunted the delicious snacks you brought (resulting a drooling spirit).

After all that, everything finally calmed down. You were both waiting for the fireworks display to start. You were right at the entrance of the shinto shrine. Beyond it, the autumn ginkgo leaves seemed to shimmer slightly under the soft moonlight. You never stepped foot beyond this shrine because he advised not to. The way he told you, it was obvious that it was his haven. It was where he feels safe and at peace. A few days after first meeting him, he sits in the middle of the pile of leaves and stares at the sky. Now he doesn't. Does that mean he can feel at peace with just by being with you now?

"[Y/N]! Look!" he points at the sky and you follow; different colored fireworks exploded in the star filled sky. Its light reflected on your features that showed awe and happiness.

The boy next to you, however, weren't watching the dancing lights in the sky. He was watching the girl beside him who's completely absorbed in the beauty of the fireworks. He feels the same way as you, only it wasn't towards the fireworks.

It was towards you.

Then, a flash. He grabbed his head in pain. This was clearly a memory; but why does it hurt?

He sees a man - he was blind. He was wearing a black kimono with a white kimono jacket that had purple and pink mist like patterns that starts from the end of his jacket. He wore the smile like Buddha. A calm aura radiated from him. They were in a room and he seems to be lying down. The man was sitting beside him and was saying something, but he wasn't audible. Until-

"You will get your memories back...

...Muichiro."

Then he was back. The memory faded away. He was sitting beside you under the now empty sky. The fireworks display ended. You were calling out his name and was holding him. Your eyes showed nothing but concern and worry. Suddenly, he hugs you. Tears started streaming down his face as he buried his head into your chest. It was gonna stain your kimono, but you didn't care. You didn't know what was going on, and all you could do was hug back.

You stayed like that for what felt like hours. His sobs subdued into quiet sniffles. He held you tighter, as if he was afraid that if he lets go, you'll disappear.

"...Muichiro." he muffled. He looks up at you, eyes sore from crying. "M-my name..."

You widen your eyes in realization. You start combing his hair with a smile, but tears were forming in your eyes. "Muichiro...it's a nice name."

"Don't lie!" he says and breaks away from you. "Don't smile like that!"

His words broke your heart.

"Don't tell me you're happy! Because I'm not!" he yells. He stands up, staring at the ground. "I'd rather forget everything again and stay here with you!"

He was crying again. No, of course you should be happy. But you can't help your feelings. You don't want him to say that; he doesn't mean it. And if he does, you should stay strong for him. He needs to be set free. You stand and hug him tenderly. He gives in quickly and hugs you tight. You couldn't find the words. You knew you should change his mind. You don't want him to disappear while he feels like this.

A sudden breeze, then a strong wind. The ginkgo leaves were flying, circling around you. Soon, the mist joined in. He hugs you tighter, but even when he did, his grasp and warmth was gradually fading. You cupped his face in both of your hands and gave him the warmest smile despite the tears.

"Muichiro, I like you."

His eyes widened. He knew what those words meant. It wasn't a simple confession. You were telling him to go. You were telling him that it was okay and that you'll never forget him.

He smiles back. "I like you too." he holds your hands as your foreheads touched. You shut your eyes tight as the strong wind almost felt like a tornado.

Then you can't feel his warmth anymore. You can't feel his face in your hands. The wind disappeared. You open your eyes slowly.

You were standing on a field. As if the hill was never there. You stare at your hands, before falling on your knees.

As tears streamed down, you still smile. "Muichiro..." you whisper. His name meant 'nothing', but his whole existence was the opposite of that. Despite his name, you knew he lived a happy life. And hoped that his time with you was just as happy.

He was born to be happy.

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h-x-l-p-l-e-s-s · 3 years

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ABC Fanfic Challenge

C - Christmas

A/N:

(Written 12/24/2020 - 12/25/2020)

Wow, I ship something straight? That’s odd. Anywhohow, I hope you enjoy this small thing I typed up at 12 in the morning! :)

Word Count: 2k (16 Pages on Google Docs)

Warning: Profanity, Drinking

Pairing: Alexander Hamilton x Elizabeth Schuyler

This year was going to be perfect, unlike last year. Memories of the pie splattering in Alex’s face scarred him mentally, damn it, Jefferson.

“Cake’s done, Lasagna’s done, the sides are done. Everything, when it comes to food, is done.” Alex thought to himself. He put a checkmark on a piece of paper. Next to the checkmark was the word, “Food ‘n Shit.”

Alex walked to the living room and turned on the TV, “Now, I need to find a Christmas movie.” While he looked for one, he took a look at the tree. “Damn, that’s bright.”

He found a Christmas movie on Disney+ and checked, “Fun Shit” off of his list.

He heard his doorbell chime, indicating that someone arrived early.

“Coming!” Alex yelled as he ran towards the front door, sliding on his tile flooring with socks on. He opened the door to see three gay people.

“Bonjour, Mon Ami!” Lafayette hugged him with one hand, he held a small box in his other hand.

“Evening, Herc, Laf, and John!” Alex let them inside and pointed towards the Christmas tree.

“I’m sure you’re not too surprised to see us here this early.” John let out a small giggle after he said that. “So, your girl isn’t here yet?”

“J-John! Sh-she’s n-not my girl!” Lafayette and Hercules laughed while Alex stuttered that.

“You don’t even know which girl he was referring to, man.” Hercules grabbed control of his laughing to say that, Alex’s face was as red as hell’s fire.

“Can we watch Nikocado Avocado?” John asked, making everyone laugh.

“There’s no time to mess around, everyone else should be arriving before I know it. I need to make sure everything’s correct.” Alex ran up the stairs, making sure it was all decorated to his liking.

He checked “Decorations Bitch” off of his list. He locked his bedroom door and turned on each light upstairs.

He checked every single room to make sure everything was perfect. His stress disappeared after that.

He walked downstairs and fell on the floor in exhaustion. “He’s dead.” John sighed, watching Nikocado Avocado on Alex’s TV.

“Ah, yes. I just love watching staged failing marriages on Christmas Day.” The doorbell chimed about thirty seconds after Alex sarcastically mumbled that.

“Dance, King! Dance!” Lafayette and Hercules screamed at the same time Alex opened the door.

“Nice to know the others are here.” Burr grinned. He was with Washington and his girlfriend, Theodosia.

“I would stay away from them if I were you, come in.” Alex moved out of the way to let them enter.

“Merry Christmas, Lex!” Theodosia hugged Alex. “I see your girlfriend isn’t here yet.”

“S-she’s. N-not. My. G-g-girl-f-fr-” Alex stuttered, a bit more nervous than before.

“You’re a mess, Alex,” Washington whispered as he walked towards the boys in the living room. Theodosia followed.

“Why do you seem so tense?” Burr asked while pulling Alex towards the kitchen.

“I... I’m just kind of stressed about making this year perfect.” Burr raised an eyebrow after hearing Alex say that. “Anything else? Are you stressed about asking Eliza out?”

“W-who told you I was asking her out today?!” Alex whispered loudly. Burr smirked naughtily and left Alex alone in the kitchen.

Time had passed, everyone was in the living room playing Monopoly. Alex was left in the kitchen, silently downing a bottle of wine.

“Fuck this shit!” Lafayette yelled. Alex assumed he was arrested again. “This game is rigged.”

“Okay, Lex. In five minutes you’re gonna get up, down a bottle of water, and walk in the living room.” He thought to himself.

Five minutes had passed, he looked towards the living room to see everyone having a great time. “Alright, you’re gonna walk towards the living room and sit next to… John or Lizzy.” He did just that.

“Hi, Alex!” Eliza and Peggy waved at him, he waved back.

“Now that he’s here, can we play something less rigged?” Lafayette groaned, moving a bit closer to Hercules so Alex could sit next to John.

“Alex, can you tell Laf that if he manages to go to jail three times in one game, he needs to own his goddamn mistake instead of whining like a baby?!” Jefferson yelled.

“Alex, can you tell Thomas that if I managed to pull three “Go Directly to Jail” cards, that someone had to rig it somehow!” Lafayette yelled as a comeback.

“Laf, no one would waste their time to make this game unfair for you.” Angelica stood up and walked towards him, making him intimidated.

“Angel, leave Laf alo-” Hercules walked in front of her, but was pushed to the side by Maria.

Before Alex knew it, everyone began to argue over a game of Monopoly. Alex slid off the couch onto the floor, covered his head, and tried to ignore it. That’s a new one.

The person who’s most likely to start a whole war on Twitter was trying to avoid this catastrophe.

No one included Alex into the argument for ten minutes, after that, James said, “Laf, do you think Alex would sabotage the game to make you out of anyone else pissed?”

“Alex, did you sabotage the ga-” Lafayette began to ask until Jefferson cut him off by saying, “He would sabotage me, not you.”

Alex became a bit nervous. “I didn’t ‘sabotage’ anythi-” He tried to say but Lafayette and Hercules interrupted him. “I’m calling bullshit!”

Just like that, everyone was yelling again. This time, they were yelling at Alex. Some people were attacking him, some were defending him.

“You’re being suspicious, Alex. If you-” Hercules snarled. “Are we all arguing over a freaking board game?!” Maria yelled as a response.

“No, we’re arguing over Alex finding it funny to sabotage one of his closest friends!” Hercules seemed a bit less friendly. He seemed like he actually would kill you if you looked at him the wrong way.

“He didn’t sabotage shit! Laf’s luck is just fucked!” John screamed, covering Eliza’s ears.

“It’s kind of like how Alex sabotaged us in history!” Jefferson laughed.

“Y’all remember that shit?” Jefferson looked at Lafayette, Hercules, and Madison. “When he taught us misinformation so we could fail?” Washington looked at Alexander in shock after Jefferson said that.

Everyone began to scream at Alex, some upset, some a bit upset but not as much. It was official, this Christmas was R-U-I-N-E-D, maybe a bit worse than last year.

Alex, not being able to take unnecessary feedback anymore, ran upstairs to his room and drank a bottle of wine that was in his closet.

He wrapped himself in a blanket, turned off his lights, and drank one bottle after the next. Waiting for this day to end, waiting for everyone to leave.

He allowed the red liquid to slide down his throat, each drop making him a bit comfortable.

He heard a faint knock on the door. “Alex, are you in there?” A precious voice whispered. “There’s no one else with me.”

He set his bottle next to his bed and unlocked his door.

“Everyone’s downstairs, they change the argument every fifteen minutes. Do you want to come downstairs?” Eliza asked.

“N-no.” Alex wanted to say more but struggled to get it out. After he responded, he shut the door on Eliza.

“Do you want me to comfort you?” Eliza asked. White light shined in her eyes as Alex opened his door again.

“If you want to turn your light off again, you can.” After Eliza said that, she set her backpack near Alex’s bed. The light remained on.

“Okay then. Are you a coffee, tea, or hot cocoa connoisseur?” She asked, no answer. “Are you okay?”

Alex slid the bottles of wine under his bed and sat near Eliza. “Hot chocolate, I guess.”

“Okay!” She took a hot chocolate maker out from her backpack, making Alex a bit confused. “I’m like Dora the Explorer, I can fit anything into my backpack.”

“They’re just unfair,” Alex mumbled. He set his head on Eliza’s shoulder and closed his eyes. “It’s genuinely not my fault Laf’s luck is trash. It’s not my fault they failed history. It’s n-not my faul-”

“So the world’s unfair, just keep them locked downstairs.” Eliza cuddled with him.

“In here it’s beautiful.” Eliza grabbed a few blankets, tossing them over Alex’s window.

“Wh-what’s the point of doing tha-” Eliza shoved a chocolate bar down his throat to make him shut up.

She turned off the light, Alex opened his eyes to glow-in-the-dark blankets all over his room.

“W-woah.” He let out a small mumble. Eliza jumped towards her backpack to get marshmallows.

“Want some?” Alexander nodded as a response.

She put four large marshmallows in Alex’s cup, and four in hers.

“Liz, I’m sorry. I know Christmas is your favorite holiday and I fu- messed it up again. Maybe next year, it should just be at John’s house without me. Wasn’t it better in 2018 without me? Didn’t everything go as planned?” Alexander’s eyes began to flood.

“Believe me, it was boring without you. Plus, it was Laf and Thomas who started it, not you.”

Alex drank his hot chocolate swiftly. He then reached under his bed and grabbed a bottle of wine. As he drank it, Eliza felt a bit troubled. Alex used to struggle with a drinking problem before he met Lafayette, Hercules, and John.

He still drinks now and then, but not as much as before. The way he devoured two bottles of wine in thirty minutes was concerning.

“Alexander.” Eliza’s stern tone was enough to send chills down anyone’s spine, even Washington’s. “Put the bottle down, please.”

Scared, Alexander followed her orders. She grabbed two boxes, one box was wrapped with pastel blue wrapping paper. The other was wrapped with a bloodshot shade of red wrapping paper.

“I believe this one’s for you!” Eliza lost her stern tone and replaced it with a loving one. She handed Alex the blue box.

“It’s your Christmas gift from me.” Alex shook it a bit to get a hint of what was inside. “Before you open it, can you do me a favor?” He nodded.

“Don’t go crazy with it.” Alex smiled a bit as he tore it open with no care in the world. Inside he saw a bunch of $100 bills.

“It’s about twenty-five grand.” Alex’s eyes were watery, he hugged Eliza. “What the heck?” He whispered in her ears.

“Pegs has been telling me about how stressed you are at work, and how your bills are rising so… every month until next year I’ll be giving you twenty-five grand.”

“But why? Isn’t it too much?” Alex gave half of it to Eliza, but she declined the offer.

“It’s fine. I wouldn’t have given it to you if it wasn’t fine. Also…” Eliza grabbed a piece of paper from her pocket. “...mind reading this out loud?”

Alex grabbed the paper. It was as straight as Eliza’s hair, surprisingly. It was a fine cream color.

“Will you date me?” Alex read, crying even more. “Holy…” He failed to express how he actually felt.

“Yes! Oh my goodness, yes!” He jumped on Eliza in excitement.

“U-um, what did you give me for Christmas anyway?” Eliza asked, not trying to be too noisy.

“Pegs said you wanted nail polish and hair dye so… surprise.” Eliza let out a squeal and jumped on Alex. “Merry Christmas, Liz.”

They looked outside to see the whole neighborhood, each house decorated with green, red, and white LED lights.

“This is such a step up from last year.”

(Sorry about the lack of storyline! I needed to get this out on Christmas day so… yeah! Merry Christmas everyone! :D)

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imagines-forthe-soul · 5 years

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Can I still request nsfw alphabet, if so can I get one for Shinsou, Mei, or Monoma [BNHA]?

Hope it’s okay, but I decided to do Monoma for this since he is my BABY DADDY!

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Monoma Neito:

A = Aftercare (What they’re like after sex):

Aftercare with Monoma always has a good chance of turning into another heated round of sex. He is very physical and loving when it comes to aftercare, running his hands over your body to soothe out any kinks or bruises you may have, his mouth pressed against your neck as he whispers sweet nothings to you and plants kiss after kiss against your swollen and flushed skin. His touch is so hot and loving, hands always seeming to find the right spot to lay upon that will make the steamy fire within you rekindle and get you up and ready to be taken by him again.

B = Body part (Their favourite body part of theirs and also their partner’s):

On himself, he loves his eyes the most. He enjoys the way he can trick and deceive people with only his eyes or hide his emotions from those who may be trying to pry into him. Although, what he loves most is how quickly he can make you come undone by just looking at you. Those intense blue hues stare down at you, clouded over this lust all and only for you will make you melt on the spot and he loves every moment of it.

On you, he likes your lips the most. Oddly enough, he doesn’t like it for sexual reasons (not that he doesn’t think of it from time to time). He loves your lips because of how round and plump they are, they’re absolutely kissable and it’s all he can ever think about. The way your lips move to form words or to say his name always makes him feel as though he is floating above the clouds. Whenever you talk, his eyes always seem to drift to your lips, a small smile forming on his own. He feels himself falling deeper and deeper in love with you whenever he see your lips moving, or when he sees you bite them, or even when you let him bite them.

C = Cum (Anything to do with cum basically… I’m a disgusting person)

Monoma is a dirty, kinky, disgusting boyo okay!! But he is so in a gentlemanly kind of way… sort of… not really. His cum is a little on the runnier side but doesn’t taste all that bad and knowing that (how he knows that, that’s up to you) he will want to cum in your mouth and watch you swallow it. It turns him on greatly to see you swallow his load so happily after he’s given you a good fucking. Besides that though, he loves seeing his cum on any part of your body, watching as it pours down you, making a mess of you and marking you as his own

D = Dirty Secret (Pretty self explanatory, a dirty secret of theirs)

He would like to have his own sex chamber when he gets older for him and his wife. He can’t wait to get the chance to have his own house were he can install a personalized sex chamber for you both to have your fun in. He can imagine having all sorts of toys and playthings in there for you both to try out and experiment with. On his more stressful days he can picture you already in there, a bow on your sweet little innocent head just waiting for him to claim you.

E = Experience (How experienced are they? Do they know what they’re doing?)

He’s only ever had sex once in his life with some older woman he met at one of his mother’s parties. It wasn’t the best sex in his opinion (not that he can really compare it to anything else) but the woman was pretty helpful in teaching him a thing or two that he can use in the future. For the most part he does know what he is doing, but once he has a partner he has an emotional connection with, then he will do and learn a lot more to please them.

F = Favourite Position (This goes without saying. Will probably include a visual)

He loves any position that will allow him to see his partner’s face or that allows for a lot of petting. Monoma is a pretty physical guy and loves to be able to caress his partner in anyway he can both inside and outside of the bedroom. Being able to run his hands over your sides, breasts, hands, stomach, anything really will make him feel so energized and hot during sex. He is hardly ever able to keep his hands off you at times like these. Now when it comes to seeing your face, he just loves seeing you bite your lip to keep your moans at bay, or seeing your face flush a deep red whenever he hits the right spot.

G = Goofy (Are they more serious in the moment, or are they humorous, etc)

He isn’t really goofy during sex but he can be playful. He likes to make you smile and giggle but not because he has said something funny, but mainly through his actions. He will nuzzle his nose against different parts of your body to tickle you and make you laugh, or playfully flick your nose with his tongue, but that’s about it. Other than that, he is usually serious about sex.

H = Hair (How well groomed are they, does the carpet match the drapes, etc.)

Monoma keeps himself exquistly neat down there. Hair doesn’t exactly bother him unless it is causing him discomfort or pain and usually leaves the majority of his hair alone, but will give it a light trim from time to time to make sure the hairs don’t get caught anywhere and to keep things even. He isn’t ashamed or embarrassed of doing it either. If you so happen to walk in on him giving his pubes a cut with baby scissors, he’ll just ask you if you want a trim too or if you mind getting him some aloe gel so he can shave a little on the sides.

I = Intimacy (How are they during the moment, romantic aspect…)

He has romance coming out of his ass. Sex with Monoma will always be romantic and full of love and genuine affection. More often than not, you two will end up crying as you make love to each other, arms wrapped tightly around the other and moans mixing together. He makes sure to set the mood before hand or to at least say something suave or sexy beforehand or to at least say something suave or sexy before you two get started so that you’re set in some type of mood to make sex more enjoyable.

J = Jack Off (Masturbation headcanon)

He doesn’t do it often but when he does, he likes to take his time and dirty talk to himself. He loves dirty talk in general, but doing it when he is pleasing himself is so sexy to him, especially if he is watching something (usually a video you have sent him previously). He’ll both encourage himself and the person he is watching to touch themselves, stroking his cock slowly but in such a firm grip. He’ll edge himself until he can’t take it anymore, ruining his orgasm by cumming too soon, making a mess of his hand and lower stomach. He always makes sure to send you a picture of video of the aftermath.

K = Kink (One or more of their kinks)

Phone sex

Recording

Spanking

Dirty talk

Light BDSM

Roleplay

L = Location (Favourite places to do the do)

He likes to mainly keep things in the bedroom, but if the mood strikes him, he’ll be down to doing it somewhere semi-public like at the school or maybe in the common room or in a restaurant bathroom. While he does love the thrill of possibly being caught, he always makes sure that you both won’t be, usually taking you in semi-public places when he knows people won’t be around for a while.

M = Motivation (What turns them on, gets them going)

Having you yell at him is a good way to get him motivated. He loves it when you raise your voice at him and put him in his place. It turns him on in more ways than he can describe. He can only imagine how frustrating it is for you to have him be so turned on by your anger and yelling but he just can’t help himself. You look so sexy when you’re mad and all he wants to do is pin you to a wall and fuck you so that you’re screaming in name in pleasure instead of anger.

N = NO (Something they wouldn’t do, turn offs)

Pulling his hair. There is nothing Monoma hates more than having his hair pulled. His scalp is pretty sensitive and it hurts pretty bad to comb his hair let alone brush it. If you pull his hair during sex, chances are he is going to get pissed off and want to stop to soothe his scalp.

O = Oral (Preference in giving or receiving, skill, etc)

While he does take me as someone who would be more of a giver, I just don’t think that would be right and I don’t want to do my Baby Daddy wrong. He is all about having you on your knees, mouth around his cock and sucking away at it like your life depends on it. He loves how submissive it makes you look and how you are doing this only for his benefit and pleasure. However, he isn’t half bad when it comes to giving you head and is pretty generous when doing so. He makes sure to eat you out if he ended things too quickly for himself or as a reward for you being such a good girl.

P = Pace (Are they fats and rough? Slow and sensual? etc.)

He likes to take his time when it comes to sex, but the twist to this is that he can either take his time being rough with you or by being loving and gentle with you. Either way, you’re going to have a pretty good time because both feel amazing.

Q = Quickie (Their opinions on quickies rather than proper sex, how often, etc.)

He is up for quickies every once in awhile but not too often. He’d much rather have a pretty long time to admire and love you down fully. He could go for a quickie maybe 3-4 times a month and nothing more than that.

R = Risk (Are they game to experiment, do they take risks, etc.)

He loves taking risks. Trying out new things during sex and testing boundaries and getting thrills is all part of the experiencing and he finds it to be a great bonding activity when it comes to sex. Anything you have in mind, he will be down for trying and he hopes that the same goes for him in regards to you.

S = Stamina (How many rounds can they go for, how long do they last…)

He has an average amount of stamina for a teen boy. He can go for about two rounds and lasts 15-20 minutes tops. He likes to draw things out and build you up to a point in which you are practically begging him to fuck you before he finally gives you what you want.

T = Toy (Do they own toys? Do they use them? On a partner or themselves?)

You bet your ass he has toys. He has two dildos, one for him and one for you both to share, and a vibrator. He likes being able to use them on you and vice versa since they make things more exciting between you both in the bedroom. It sexy seeing you pleasure yourself with one of his toys as he jerks himself off.

U = Unfair (how much they like to tease)

He is a major tease. If there is an opportunity to tease you, you can bet that Monoma is going to take it. He loves having you beg and whine for him, turning you into this needy, desperate mess of a person just for him. It turns him on seeing you so desperate for his touch, for his body, and simply just for him.

V = Volume (How loud they are, what sounds they make)

He doesn’t get all that loud but the sounds he makes are pretty sexy. They’re usually deep low moans that start in his chest and seem to echo when they reach his mouth, followed by a soft whisper of your name.

W = Wild Card (Get a random headcanon for the character of your choice)

Doesn’t like his after sex bed hair. He can’ manage it the day after because it sticks up in all sorts of different places and it’s so stiff due to all the dried sweat in it. Everyone can always tell when he has had sex because of it and it’s more annoying to him than embarrassing.

X = X-Ray (Let’s see what’s going on in those pants, picture or words)

Such a pretty cock this boy has. Now, it isn’t the longest or widest, but damn is it fucking pretty. When fully erect it stands at 4.8 inches and it has pretty average girth to it. The tip of his cock is always flushed a soft pink color both when it it hard and soft, and the color only seems to seep lower and lower to the base of his cock the longer he has been aroused for. It’s all smooth and even skin tones and his veins aren’t all that noticeable. It curves upwards slightly as well.

Y = Yearning (How high is their sex drive?)

He has a pretty average sex drive, usually ready to have sex about 2-4 times a week during the beginning stages of your relationship, but as you two continue to date, it might increase to 3-5 times a week.

Z = ZZZ (… how quickly they fall asleep afterwards)

He doesn’t fall asleep until after you two have had some mild yet sweet pillow talk. He likes to talk to you after sex as he caresses your body, asking you how everything was and if you are okay. When you’re conversation comes to an end, that’s when he’ll go to sleep, letting you know just in case you decide to stay up longer than he does.

Wanna see some other shit I’ve written?

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httphoneyb · 5 years

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Fatal | Mobster!Tom x OC!

Summary: Violet Thorne and Tom Holland are both on opposing sides in the midst of a mob war. What happens when fatal collides with dangerous?

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Violet Thorne had men falling at her feet; always smirking at her, thinking they're special. Thinking that they're exempt from her little games.

Little did they know..that every forced giggle escaping from her lips and every smirk she threw at them, they were tying a noose around their necks themselves unknowingly.

How cute, she thought, so.. naive

As their sly fingers danced around her waist, Violet had them thinking she had been tamed, that she had been the one wrapped around their fingers.

How wrong they were..

She was a force to be reckoned with. A perfect smile paired with jet black hair had men swooning at her mere look. By the flutter of her eyelashes they grew captivated.

Of cource they knew of her and what she was capable of. Yet, they didn't care.

Why?

For they saw her as a prize. If one was able to finally tame the Violet Thorne, he had just crowned himself King.

Only one had been able to do that.

Violet swore to herself to never let a man hold her heart ever again.

"Elliot? Get me a drink will you?" Her polished hand held a glass and handed it over to the young doe-eyed boy who worked at the dingy bar for extra cash.

"Come on Vi, it's obvious dad is going to hand you the business, he's not getting any younger here," Leo held the pool stick in his hand as Violet broke the game of pool. Leo is one year her junior. Though, growing up in a house full of men, it never felt that way.

"How many times am i going to have to tell you guys?" Violet moved around the pool table with poise and confidence, "I have no interest in getting this family's dirty money. I want no part of it, let alone lead it."

"Tradition is first born, that falls on you, Violet."

"Look, why can't you take the job? You've always been dad's right hand guy, it's perfect," she reasons with him.

"As much as I'd love to..it's not tradition. Nana will have my head. She's been looking forward to you finally being able to lead the mob like she did. If I just step up and take it she is gonna be pissed let alo-"

Leo's rambling was cut off by the sound of the front door of the dimly-lit bar swinging open causing the bell hung above it to ring. Four men walked in, obvious guns tucked in their pants as they scanned the room.

What were they trying to find? Weapons? Drugs? Danger?

"Excuse me we're not open tonig-" Elliot says before he's cut off by Violet's raised hand.

"Serve them."

Taking a seat in a booth, Elliot scampered over to take their orders. The tall one with striking blue eyes smirked at Violet, knowing well who she is.

"Who is that?" She nods to the table at her brother.

"Holland Mob, and old one, they were huge in the 80s, practically keeping the city running. Everything had their name plastered on it. That is until something - that being our dad- happened and their empire toppled to ashes. Talk is that Tom, one in the aisle seat drinking the bourbon, is bringing their mob up on top again. Dad's worried about them," Violet looked over to the table that sat the boys as Leo explained. Her eyes find who he's talking about, a handome man with a strong jaw and dark eyes.

"Worried about them? You just said they're basically growing from ashes." Violet scoffed as she hit a purple ball in.

"Well after they were toppled, our family obviously took their spot. Dad thinks they're out to get us," Leo finally notices Violet's interest in them, knowing that she could break them down he smirks. "I could introduce you."

Violet scoffs, downs the rest of her drink, and hands the glass to her little brother, "I'll introduce myself."

Tom spotted her from a mile away. Ominous dark eyes stared him down as soon as he walked in their bar. She moved like a feline, smooth and elegant. Ready to pounce.

As the click of her heels grew closer Tom stared harder at the drink in his hand.

"Hello boys." her voice like velvet rang right through his ears.

"Sam Holland," Tom's brother was the first to introduce himself as he gestured to the similar looking boy next to him, "my twin, Harry, don't worry 'bout him he's a bit moody."

"Pleasure to meet you," she nodded respectfully.

"What's a pretty girl like you doing in a dodgy place like this?" Harrison quipped as he ran a hand through his hair.

Tom looked up at her as she replied, "This dodgy place is about to run yours out of town," a ghost of a smirk playing at her lips.

"How can a shithole like this take our customers if you've got a prepubescent kid serving them?" Harry rolled his eyes at the old bar.

"All in good time, kid." Violet assured him with confidence in her eyes.

"Word on the street is the mantle is being passed on to the first born Thorne," Tom finally spoke,"That's you correct?"

Violet nodded, "It's tradition in our family, yes. Wether or not I'm honoring it is the real question we should be asking, pretty boy." she winked at him.

Tom chuckled as he stared at a spot on the table, "It's probably for the best if you don't," he looked up at her smirking, "Doubt a woman could handle the pressure."

Violet licked at her lips as she scoffed, lowering her head a few inches from his, noses nearly touching, "If I do take my father's place..God, as well as everyone in the city knows I'll do it better than any man before me."

She bent down closer to his ear, "And any sane man knows I can do it better than you. Your name, your family's name, will fade into ashes...just like the olden days."

She stood upright and smiled sweetly, "See ya 'round town boys!"

Violet walked to her brother who had been watching the whole exchange, snatching the drink in his hand before exiting the room. Leaving the Tom with a clenched fist and a plan to destroy her family.

#tom holland x oc #tom holland x reader #tom holland fanfics #tom holland #marvel imagines #peter parker imagines #peter parker #mob!tom #mobster!tom

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spoons4spoonies · 5 years

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Story Time

My secondary school holds a leaving ball for Year 13 students every June after exams are finished. It is a lavish affair with free champagne and a private bar and is run jointly with the boy’s school. The tickets are expensive even if you choose to be sober (like me) or are underage (like a few of my friends), but it’s the last time you will see many of your peers and teachers. Unless of course you are the type to find endless excuses to come back to visit, and are also the type of student that the school wants to visit. It will not surprise you to know that I am both.

Anyway, though there is not technically a dress code (evidenced by the fact that one boy turned up in a long vest as some kind of joke that showed off an unseemly proportion of his chest hair and was skin tight in a very unflattering manner) most girls wear ball gowns and high heels. I myself chose to wear scarlet high heels – the kind that you only wear if you plan to be sitting down most of the evening – and a beautiful dress I’d bought in a sale from my favourite shop. It was black velvet (or velvet style, real velvet no doubt costs more than thirty pounds) with a wide skirt patterned with flowers and birds in gold and red and green thread. My sister was even convinced to wear makeup and do her hair for her ball, probably one of three times I have ever seen her wear eyeshadow.

For many years, it had been tradition for the leaving ball to be held on a river boat on the Thames. No doubt this was the decision of the boy’s school as they had control over all these things. (Just a little casual sexism, but that’s for another day). I had heard many stories about this notorious boat; people getting travel sick from the turbulence, people breaking ankles and other bones falling over getting into the boat (I.e. before they were even drunk! That’s high heels for you I suppose) and of it generally being a bit of a hazard. My sister was certainly fairly unimpressed by it.

As someone who could get motion sick on a bicycle, it is something of an understatement to say I was relieved when they decided to host it in the Museum of London for my year. Though I have to say I didn’t trust my peers to act sensibly around the exhibits once drunk.

I got my hair done that afternoon and my aunt arrived to look after me (I may have been eighteen but even at twenty I am still not entirely trusted on my own) as my parents and sister were attending her graduation ceremony in Cambridge. She received a double first, another in a long line of academic achievements that I will never fail to be proud of her for. I am sad that I couldn’t be there too, but with my energy levels it wouldn’t have been manageable.

I travelled to the ball in style in a black cab with my friend and neighbour who we shall call Corporal for their time spent in the Army cadets. They were wearing a tailored suit bought for them by their godmother that had a Praedae Causa embroidered under the collar – a Latin phrase that we translated to mean “For the sake of the booty”. A very private school joke.

For the first hour we gathered in an upstairs hall where the free champagne was delivered and tap water was surprisingly hard to come by. It was here that our teachers joined us (some for the free alcohol I suspect) and mingling was encouraged. My main concern was the lack of chairs, given my shoes and the weakness of my legs (though I had not yet been diagnosed with POTS at this point, I knew far too well how little I liked standing up for long periods of time). But I remember getting lots of praise for my outfit, something I bask in, and trying to get as many photos as possible with my friends.

A, one of my Kpop friends, was wearing a beautiful traditional sarong in red and gold and had huge false eyelashes on that greatly suited her. I believe this was before she shaved her head for charity so she would have had her long curly hair. N was wearing a lovely red dress – unusual for her – that she had some trouble ordering as the company got the measurements wrong and sent a damaged version. But she looked stunning regardless and she had the luck to be going with her girlfriend – they are still together, and are definitely what one might call couple goals.

Then we were carefully directed downstairs to another room with big, round tables and a section for dancing at the far end. The music they were playing wasn’t the best, as for licensing reasons they could only play covers of pop songs. Mostly I wish they wouldn’t play music at all during dinner as one can’t hear the conversation at all.

First course couldn’t come soon enough – by this point I was starving! – it was gravlax and grapefruit in not exactly generous portions. Luckily, my friends didn’t like raw fish, so I had several helpings! The main course was beef and potato dauphinoise, and again I had several helpings as N had just stopped eating dairy. Then came pudding, the best part of any meal, which was a chocolate brownie, ice cream and some coffee flavoured mousse that I immediately passed off to someone else. I ended up eating more than one brownie, so all in all I certainly got my money’s worth.

Then it was time to dance, and you can bet I was one of the first up on the dancefloor! I had decided that since this was a onetime occasion and I had nowhere to be for the next few days, I might as well go full out and enjoy myself. I naively assumed that I could ignore my energy limits.

After three years, you’d have thought I would have learnt by now…

But I was not to be stopped and I dropped it low on the dancefloor – much easier with high heels as the leg muscles have less work to do – to some classic 2012 hits and spun and jumped and shimmied my way into an asthma attack.

I should clarify at this point that I do not actually have asthma (though I shouldn’t tempt the devil by saying such things) but I had clearly pissed off my body sufficiently that it resorted to drastic measures. It had tried to warn me gently a few times that enough is enough – aching feet, stitch, out of breath, slight back pain, heartbeat out of control, dizziness… I could go on – but since I had ignored all the warning signs it had started banging pots and pans together to get my attention.

Now that I was quite short of breath and it had reached ten thirty, I decided that I had had my fun and that it would be a sensible time to catch a taxi home. Then my breath decided to get a little shorter despite drinking water and sitting down and I began to panic ever so slightly. I went upstairs to get a little cool air, having said my goodbyes to many and various, and was lucky enough to come across E – another Kpop friend and my spoonie buddy – who immediately proffered her inhaler.

This helped with the breathing situation, but it was becoming alarmingly clear that my body was not even halfway done with its little tantrum. For at that moment, I started to come out in hives. Now, this was not the first time I had experienced that dreadful, full body itch of despair and past mistakes – many a nut reaction had induced the same effect. However, I could not for the life of me figure out why I was being cursed with it today.

I had specifically requested a nut free meal, and double checked every course. Hell, I had even eaten two and a half brownies! (Not that that is much of an indication as I have been known to have terrible self-restraint at times). I had no other symptoms (which I suppose I must be thankful for) so it couldn’t have been a nut reaction.

I hastily took some piriteze (I carry them with me everywhere in anticipation of future stupidity) and geared myself up for going home. I was faced with a walk through the dark to the nearest busy road to find a taxi, or waiting long enough for my parents to come pick me up (by this time they had returned from Cambridge). Neither seemed appealing due to the heel situation and my desperation to crawl out of my own skin respectively. I did not feel I could wait any longer before getting in a hot shower and dousing myself in Aloe Vera, but I also suddenly had no energy.

Thankfully help arrived in the form of E’s father as she had also decided to call it a night, and in her naturally mother hen way had taken it upon herself to get me home safe. He drove us back to my house to drop me off and I was hastily bundled into the shower by a loving mother. Soon enough I was back in a cool bed and significantly less itchy.

It was only later, when I mentioned the whole debacle to my specialist, that she revealed the source of my suffering: mould and dust. That’s right ladies, gentlemen and non-binary babes, I had an allergic reaction to a museum.

Not my finest moment.

-Mod H

#spoonie #story time #london museum #nut allergy #allergies #cfs #pots #spoonie humor

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smallgayblanket · 5 years

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Fresh Muse List

In case you guys were curious about my characters I have a big old list:

Egos:

Anti (Usually the softer kind, has green emerald glowings eyes which turn staticy blue when hes vulnerable/being open/himself. He can be an asshole though and does in deed take out bad guys with his knife.)

Jameson Jackson (Mute but does actually still have a voice- his vocals are in ruins and he's kinda dealing with poor eating making him dangerously skinny. He works as a bartender and has silver tipped brown hair that's a little bit longer than the others.)

Crank (Robot Ethan ego. He’s an utter mess- eyes sometimes fizzle out, joints stiff, has emotional issues. He also has a corrupted voice in his head that is real nasty when he pops up and sometimes takes over their shared frame.)

Blank (Fricking soft boy, his aura is hard to control and sometimes controls him. He has a rare heart issues which makes him prone to fainting and collpasing without much warning. Still, he tries.)

Jackieboyman (Super hero boy! Super buff, caring, kind, and tol. Lilac/Gold eyes. Little odd strip of red in his brown hair. The best voice. Works as a gas station worker to hide his identity (he looks great in the blue button up and glasses.) He.’s ftm trans. Sometimes I HC him as a phionex other times he has pretty golden whips of light.)

King of the Squirrels (Otherwise known as Simon. He’s a hybrid, Tail, ears. Omega. Very sweet, little skittsh and frzzled. Wears glasses and cozy sweaters- likes making nests and being out in nature. Loves PB but is actually allergic..doesn’t keep him from eating it though.)

Henrick Von Schneeplestien (Grumpy german doctor who lives off of coffee. He is willing to assist those in need and really needs to sleep.)

Chase Brody (He’s got his youtube channel and a bunch of positive vibes! He’s strugglign sometimes with depression but its not always so bad. Sometimes he had real bad migrains though, and he also suffers from chornic fatigue making his days shorter or hard to get teverything done.)

Wilford Warfstache (We know him, lover of bubbles and pink. Talks funny, loves candy. Chubby man.)

Yandere (Nonbinary somewaht MTF. They’re a real cutie, will punch dickheads without a sweat and really just want someone to be their senpai and let them fall for them head over heels without running away..)

Were-Eth (Ethan got bit by a werewolf and now deals with that. Basically an Ethan muse with a small twist. He’s absoultely adorable with the tail and ears and sharp teef.)

Mark (Abused and kidnapped by Author My Mark is a little bit softer then the guy he’s based on. He’s a little bit shorter and alot more anxious and unsure of himself thanks to Author breaking him down. He’s vcovered in lots of scars spescfially his wrist’s and does not like water much. )

Bing. (Tries his hardest to be good, bit glitchy but he’s chill. He tries to skate, and jokes wen nervous. He’s pretty sweet though.)

Edward Iplier (Absoulte adorable dork, He tries to help everyone and anyone no matter what- I’ve kinda fallen in love with the idea of him only having one arm but that’s only one of many ideas. He loves space, he’s chubby and also loves food. He’s got a prety neat aura ablity too.)

Robbie. (Soft grape zombie boy. He’s sweet and innocent as ever. He’s easily th e shyest of the bunch and doesn’t always talk to much. He loves getting affection though and is always eager to please.)

And meet my OCS! Some of them are old- and alot of them are new! There's a little description for each just to get your interest~

Quinton (A Hybrid of Demon and Angel otherwise called a Guardian.)

Ori ( Very pure angel boy AU of the angel half of Q - a little androgynous when it comes to clothing he/him sometimes they/them.)

Zeno (A DJ with a somewhat secret love for dancing too. Only has one arm.)

Lumi (Ghost boy- literally- he died and he’s kinda like Danny phantom in reverse- he can turn solid but eventually has to rest and turn back to being unable to interact with objects)

Eztli (Pretty grump guy who was cursed by a witch to be immortal- although it made his blood kinda..weird..)

Gallio (Strawberry Hipster guy- A photographer who also has hypoglycemia)

Aomi (A blackberry witch- hes not very great at spells yet but he tries!)

Lucas (A moonstone gem perma-fusion. Quite a nervous wreck.)

Eme. (A smart scientist. Human. Nothing special.)

Chris. (Camp leader! He’s based off David from camp camp but hes far more buff and hes not so over the top. He has his own green house and is part dryad.)

Alex (A very confused, overly optimist Alien who doesn’t know what they are. Come from the planet Eutychia)

Locus (Fish boi! Transparent fins, glowy patches, plays harp + loves music)

Lir(A Tiny Octopus/Human boy!!)

Reese (Passionfruit bab! Literally. He kinda contains passionfruit pulp but don’t cut him open!!! :< Or do if you want weird angst >_>)

Benji (Strawberry shortcake boi- Cursed tape /bandages. Demi half god. One eye. Uses notes to communicate but also sign. Really. Good sweets maker)

Small bois- These boys are pocket sized! though sometimes I do like to think about them being human sized ^^.

Kiyan. (A little assistant android. Created to assist! He works at a post office currently. Pronouns do not matter to him though its usually he/they/it.)

Tobias. (Made of hair gel. Eats soap. Someone stop him before he gets a tummy ache. He/him.)

Hinto (Guy made of foam slime- He was kinda based off Remy aka Sleep from the fanders.)

Glowstick bubs (They are tiny boys who glow like well- glowsticks but also lavalamps, very pretty to look at. and theyre nocturnal!)

Theo(A tiny ink creature. He makes a mess but hes adorable.)

JellyBubs! (A collection of tiny sentient jelly babies, The main one being strawberry aka Jeri. They dont mind what you calm them but usually they works best.)

Miel (A tiny little bee boy! He makes honey.)

Moyachi (Cactus boi!! Loves water and has clear/lime green tinted aloe/herbal helpful blood. Spikes up at defense from bad people)

Apocolyse Squad:

Long story shot: The planet Keres, Left uninhabitable after the invasion that ruined the air and killed almost the entire race. I have loads of stuff to talk about for this gang of 6:

Sameal o’Ceirin (Being of smoke- partly blind.)

Mallory Thomas (Part cat! Can talk to animals. Nonbinary/genderfluid.)

Hamrish Benat (Also goes by Hami/Hayden. He/him. 4 eyes, soft tongue. PTSD. Super soft boy. Loves soap cutting videos (and doing it himself) and bears/plushies - Has an arrange of cute face masks. Is a trained nurse and learning to be a pediatrician.)

Joshua who cares (An asshole lets leave it at that.)

Andy Peters (Strong, kind. Kind of like Tyler Scheid, He/him.

Adrian Géarán ( Real anxious. Gets bullied alot. bit of a weakling/cry baby to some. Has a pretty shit immune system struggles with food and sleep.. He has a Demon esc-Tail, fire abilities, likes to make little robots. He loves iron man. He/him.)

Liren Pichi (Deaf peaches n cream boi- Nickname Pichi. He wasn’t part of the squad- however he did end up landing on their planet- he had some rough encounters with the aliens ^^)

Neighbours AU:

These guys all live in the same little cul de sac

Lynx is from planet Ananke.

They all live on the new homeworld, Ermioni. (Its basically earth just a few more creatures live there and the government is less of a mess.)

Lesbabs:

Blake Aglaia (She/ her. A human with a gift of being able to put emotions into glass balls..)

Lynx ?? (She/her/they/xe/ xir An alien and human, the alien somewhat resides inside its host but they coexist. Sometimes goes feral) Alien half likes to go by Perse (Percy) They have cool looking saliva- viens that run down their arms that are pretty cool- sharper nails/claws? Tendrils. Large ol mouth. Lots of point ass teef.

Demon fam:

Hyacinth ( A six-armed demon. Grows flowers on his skin based on emotions. He’s a huge mother hen, will care for anyone. Enjoys cooking and gardening and children. He/Him)

Rhys (They/Them. A Demon with a great curiosity about humans) Feri (The sibling of Ryhs)

Anthos (Rhys and Hy’s summoned accidental toddler.. He has a cute tail and tinnny horns. He/him)

Roommates:

Douglas Connelly (He/Him A regular chubby human bean! Loves baking and music.)

Donovan Amores (He/Him/ Real fricking cool and smokin hot Bartender with a love for dogs. Dougs roommate. Has glowing fuckin orbs- donates his heart- is smooth as fuck, background heavily Spanish (moved when young.))

Haris Alaksim Real name (lost in translation (Huitzilopochtli God of sun and war) ) - A god whom Dono is very close with and donates his heart two one every 3 years during the day of the highest sun. He is a god / Mouros. Donovan refers to him as “Dios gentil” or “ Viejo colibrí sabio” (“El viejo colibrí sabio es un dios gentil” (The old wise hummingbird is a gentle god.)

Donovans Family

Rem (They/He/Him Looks after magical creatures- Cane is from Haris)

Oscar (He/Him. Not sure what trinket or power but He’s just a casual store worker w/ good arms. Surprisingly good with knives- perhaps has one from Haris?)

Nicole (She/her/they/them. Makes clothes..possibly got some ability to do with seasons..? Perhaps earrings or a bracelet from Haris)

Javi (Makes jam, cute boy, wears cloaks. Has a cute little jar necklace ^ a proper sized magic jar. Doesn’t mind whatever pronouns but usually prefers he/him/boy.)

Luca (FTM Trans bookkeeper- Talks to Haris most often and likes to ask questions..Has precious books…Possibly a special pen..)

Forest bois:

Cypress (The soul of the forest - Mentor of Rem. Doesn't mind what you call him but usually leans masculine.)

Unicorn boi (Yet to be fleshed out. Hes got very rare blood- lost his horn and lives with a giant inside of a bubble? He/him/it)

Fyn. (Mushroom boy. Protects a gate. Lost his twin in a fire caused by humans.. He/him)

Fie. (Bat boy. Love fruit. Is ironically scared of the dark- shy but cute. He/Him)

Moh. (Fairy/incubus hybrid. They/them)

Tucker. (Bunny hybrid- cool guy with bunny ears and a tail. Soft white patches on his chest. Got a bit of an attitude but is chill- is also friends with Ainsley. He/him but is usually mistaken for a girl because he by bunny standards is..)

Ainsley. (Fawn boy. Wears glasses. Much like a deer, skittish and nerdy and keeps to himself. Tries to keep Tucker out of trouble but usually ends up dragged along instead)

Experiments:

Izekiel Iris (A being of Paint! Stutter, anxious, hallucinates. Zones out alot. An amazing artist though. He/him though has feminine tendencies.)

Matty (An experiment, part human, part lizard, part dragon. Much smol and cute. Hes very quiet, selectively mute on occasion. Lots of scars and trauma, scars on his arms and constantly needs to wear bandages. Very easily tired. he/him.)

Nes. (Based of off Crankgameplays as face claim but he’s basically his own thing at this point. He’s been through alot of angst and trauma and some really nasty stuff ^^’ (He killed his parents, the ice cream truck driver tried to abduct him, he was experimented on in a very bad place, and now he's an utter wreck who will cling to anyone who gives him the time of day. He has murder tenancies but is full of guilt and hates whenever he hurts anyone. Lots of panics. Very hard to handle if you aren’t patient.)

#muse list #oc list #character #ocs #//dont steal my bubs <3 #//but do come ask about them!!!!!!

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zxczxczzz · 3 years

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aloe.

one word drabble prompts

A L O E - B I T T E R N E S S five times hisato was bitter, and one time he wasn’t.

(alternatively titled ‘one more time, with feeling’)

i also want to apologize for how fucking long this is?? like wow you go to write six tiny little blurbs and it still ends up being five pages long. i’m so sorry

warnings for death, gore, animal death, animal cruelty, dissociation, and Bad Morals For Children.

i. bitter

Rain drips down his nose, clouds smothering the dusk sky like wads of soiled cotton, choking the dying rays sunlight. Dark skies and gentle rolls of thunder have marked each day of his life, more surely than the steady cycle of the pale, cowardly moon they hid.

He was born beneath a roiling, weeping sky, and now it seemed he would die beneath another.

The forest sings around him, a chorus of frogs loud enough to rival the storm’s lazy rumbling. So often did the rain fall that it seemed the sky itself was too bored with precipitation to make any real effort at a weatherfront.

But the frogs and the clouds’ cranky grumbling were the only signs of life around him, and his throat was too raw to yell over the noise. Not even a lone doe picked her way through the underbrush, searching for tender greens. Instead the deer dozed in their thickets, safe and dry with fawns tucked safely into their sides.

Would they object, he wondered, if he tried to join one of the peaceful families? The longer he waited, the less it felt that his parents were fervently searching for him the same way he had for them.

His throat ached and burned from calling for his mother, and as a trickle of cold water rain down his neck and between his shoulder, another sob hitched in his throat. It hurt, more than anything, to cry. But what else could he do?

The rain carried him through into the night, and as he knotted his limbs into a tight ball under the feeble arms of a bush, the verity of his situation set into his chest like a sharp, heavy stone.

Although young, he was both smart and old enough to know that sometimes, children went missing– and sometimes, they weren’t found.

He imagined little skeletons littering the fields and the brush, the rice paddies and the bottoms of wells. The lonely remains of little boys who wandered away and died alone, bones poking through the moss and mud like pale branches.

He thought about the trees that wrapped around him in an endless sea. Thought that this might be where he would die, where the creeping fingers of green weeds would wrap around his bones and hold on forever. The forest would steal him away, and shy, friendly deer would step on his ribs where he lay forgotten.

Night bled into thin, reedy wisps of dawn. The rain didn’t stop, and no one called his name.

Something angry and resigned and unfamiliar squeezed his heart.

They weren’t looking for him.

ii. bitter

Black feathers ruffle in a thick mane around the bird’s neck as he shakes water from his body, plumage rolling down his back like an inky wave. He’s smaller than Susutori, and the way he postures toward her in greeting, head dipped and wings splayed, makes it evident that he’s younger as well.

But Susutori is pleased to see him and warbles a pleasant call, her eyes soft and her chest puffed like she’s proud. The newcomer straightens and fluffs his own feathers, their greeting finished. The motherly crow ushers him closer and buries her beak into his neck, preening a spot of mussed feathers.

“You take too long to visit,” She scolds, once finished. “And Sokkou says you’ve been lazy with summons.”

“Sokkou is a worm-eater and a suck-up.” The other bird grouses.

“Watch your words in front of my nestling, or I’ll stick you with your own team of them.” Susu shakes her wings, preening irritably. “We’ll go elsewhere to talk.”

The black, curious gaze of her companion rests on him, and Hisato stares back with matched interest.

“I forgot you had a little human.” The large bird cocks his head, neck stretched to peer at him. “It even looks sorta like a chick. In an unfortunate way.”

Something tugs at Hisato’s heart. For a moment, he’d felt nothing but an easy fascination. It was rare to see any of his adoptive mother’s clan, and there was a sliver of pride in hearing her claim over him- pride, and the warm embrace of belonging. As if he really were one of them, a chick taken under Susutori’s wing.

And then it’s gone, and he was just an oddity. An it. Something strange and sad to gawk at, a boy with no family taken pity on by a crow. A misfit amongst humans and birds alike.

A large wing shoots open and clips the crow’s body, sending him flapping and stumbling with a squawk.

“He’s a human, and he looks perfectly fine.” Susutori bobs down to Hisato’s height, fixing him with a stern, parental look that broke no argument. “Hisato, I have business to attend to. Stay put. I’ll be back to bring you a meal.”

She turns, meeting her younger counterpart as he rights himself from her push.

“You have a bald spot on your tail,” Hisato mumbles, giving him a sour glare. “It looks unfortunate.”

Susutori has the sense to disappear the both of them into a puff of smoke, just as her subordinate’s beak drops open with indignation.

Then he is alone, separated from the safe and familiar like he’d been just a few years ago.

This time, crows and humans both far away, and together with their kind.

And Hisato, alone, the taste of dirt filling his mouth.

iii. bitter

“Normally we’d use our feathers, but a leaf will have to do.” The oversized crow settles into the dry, brittle summer grass. Hisato feels her gaze, making certain he was beginning the exercise correctly.

“Susu, is this what ninja do? The ones your friends help, sometimes?”

“Using chakra is a shinobi skill among humans. Useless, as always.” She mutters, picking at the feathers of a wing. “They leave so many of their own kind defenseless.

“Among crows, we teach all of our young how to protect themselves. And you must learn, too. There are many humans who won’t understand your position, and may try to harm you.”

The crow speaks carefully, skirting around words like ‘death’ and ‘murder’, but the message is delivered without question. Hisato would always be in danger from other people.

“What is my position?” He wonders aloud, cross-legged and raptly focused on the soft green patch quivering on his knuckles. What did it mean to be kept apart from the world?

“You have no village, so you are unprotected. But with the skill to defend yourself, other humans will be suspicious because you are not a civilian. With no headband or sworn allegiance, they will fear you as a bandit, or worse, a defector.

“You will be surrounded by threats, Hisato. The day your parents failed you was the day this fate was sealed.”

Her words are succinct and sharp. His focus is broken and he stares at his mentor, leaf forgotten.

“Am I… an outcast?”

The thought is foreign, strange. It isn’t something he’d before considered himself to be, but the more he looks at himself the more the word fit. It wraps around his skin like an ugly tattoo… or a manacle, perhaps, callously locked over his wrist.

“You are what you are, Hisato. Such is the only certainty in life.”

He looks down, and begins the exercise again.

iv. bitter

There is no blood on his hands, he idly thinks. Slivers of dirt ring his nails, but the pale lengths of his fingers are clear of rusty smudges. His palms are unmarred, his knuckles clean, although dry and lightly scarred.

And yet, a dead man lies a scant few yards away, head lolling and chest peeled open like an overripe fruit.

A jutsu he would rather not use again, given the others at his disposal. He wouldn’t have used it, if he’d known. Known the reality.

But he hadn’t realized, hadn’t understood….

Hadn’t thought.

Before the man’s blade had sank into his throat in a ruthless swipe, he’d pushed him back, air colliding into his enemy like a wall and when he landed, tearing up dirt and grass and moving to rush back at Hisato with rage in his eyes–

– when he landed, springing to attack again, Hisato kept pushing.

Air funneled into the man’s lungs faster than he could think to stop. And when his opponent had finally realized, he couldn’t scream.

Susutori had given him this jutsu. It was one of the first combat techniques he’d learned, being a simple but brutal attack with little possibility of a counter. He understood, now, how ruthless the crow was. How the battlefield had painted her with blood and resolve, and what it meant that she could kill so efficiently and without remorse.

Hisato touches a hand to his side, robe torn open with ragged, stained edges. It isn’t deep, or life-threatening, but it could have been. His neck would have been. The wound bleeds like a warning.

But for how closely he’d let danger touch him, or something else entirely?

Red coats his fingers and seeps under his nails as he puts pressure on the wound.

Ruddy dirt cools beneath the gaping corpse, and skyward a trio of scavenger begin to circle. The only blood he wore on his hands was his own, hot and slick from a living, pumping heart. And wasn’t that just as bad? Did it matter what spatters of blood belonged to who, when someone lay dead?

He approaches the gore, reaches with sticky, warm fingers to close the thing’s eyes. Twin smears are left behind on the pair of eyelids, and he withdraws to clasp at his side once more.

No matter whose blood it is against his skin, a man that had breathed and walked only minutes ago lays still, the broad wings of a carrion bird spreading to full as it breaks its swoop to perch on his leg.

Hisato watches as they descend, one by one, a funeral procession claiming his body for the wilds. Nature will cycle his life back into itself, an ever-flowing balance.

It shouldn’t be disturbing, watching them clean up the terrible mess he left behind. He’d seen death, animals picked apart and others thriving from the end. He’d seen what was left of humans that had met their fate, only the remnants of bleached, stained bones as their final mark of passing. The encounters had never left him feeling sick. Crows, after all, were scavengers at times, and so he’d never thought them gruesome.

He sits with his head in his hands, folded into himself and wondering if it shouldn’t be him, carried away by the birds in pieces.

v. bitter

Pillowed in his lap was a shivering dog, coaxed with gentle murmurs and a skewer of trout. Hisato ran a gentle hand across its shoulders, though the fur clinging there was thin and coarse. Strays were not uncommon in villages, no matter how large or small they happened to be. Hisato often sought out the wandering canines enjoyed their simple and easy company.

They were seemed so uncomplicated, living next to humans who might react a dozen different ways to his presence. Dogs either welcomed you or didn’t.

But the dog cradled between his knees was different from the other strays he’d befriended, kicked by the world within an inch of his life and chased away from the sunspot he’d been curling himself into. Not hurting a thing, but made to put his tail between his legs regardless.

His health was poor, fur damp and coming away in clumps on his haunches. He’d chewed his paws until they were bloody, then licked at the wounds until they were hot and sickly. His pads were cracked, his nose dry, his tail limp. There wasn’t an inch of dog that wasn’t sad and broken.

He would fix this, Hisato decided. He would fix the terrible things this place had done, because what more important thing did he have to do with his time? He would make it right. And when once healthy again, he would take the dog to a kinder, warmer place with dirty streets and plenty of strays to clean them.

Next to a warm fire, an element he usually forwent, Hisato slept with a lapful of dog that, for the first time in its life, had not been chased or beaten.

The world was not kind to strays. Many of them never knew a better life or a different place than the one they were born into, but Hisato had been lucky.

When he left his friend to the bustling streets and overflowing trash bins of a Wind village just west of River country border, he couldn’t help but wonder if he had been so lucky after all. Dogs, after all, were passed over without a thought no matter what village they wandered into. For humans, homes were a tricky thing- stay in one place too long, and someone might notice you don’t have the right papers or the right permission from the right people. Just a group of men in fancy robes, foolish enough that land could be owned like a lifeless commodity.

He would visit, Hisato told himself.

And that would have to be enough.

i. warm

“You’re a weird kid,” Said a well-muscled and ill-shaven man, cigarette dangling from his lips. “But I guess that don’t hurt nothin’.”

Hisato stared silently, head cocked curiously even as he craned his neck up to watch the gruff, scarred face. A dull, warped shuriken was cradled in his little fingers, the feeble shine of tarnished metal drawing him to the empty field. He’d pulled it front one of the few, lonely wooden posts jutting from one end of the field, scattered with forgotten weapons.

“What are you even gonna do with that? Can’t throw it anymore, th’ hells been bent outta it.”

He looked down at the weapon, feeling bashful, and thumbed a blunted edge. “It’s for my mom. She’s a crow.”

“Don’t you call your own mother a crone, boy.”

“No, she’s a crow.” He corrected, squinting up. “What’s a crone?”

The man guffawed, and Hisato wasn’t sure if he was laughing or choking. “Well my ma-in-law is a buzzard, so I’ll give you that one, twerp. I don’t know what th’ hell she’s gonna do with scrap metal like that, though.”

A grin had split through the rough face towering above him, and he smiled back, enjoying the warmth of the man’s attention. Large, thick fingers reached into a pouch at his hip, pulling out a sharp, crisp shuriken.

“You want me to teach y’how to throw one of those things or what?”

At Hisato’s awed grin, he pressed the cold metal into pale, childish fingers.

“Tell ya what, if you can hit that post I’ll let y’have this one, too.”

#harefrost #𝚔𝚎𝚎𝚙 𝚒𝚝 𝚜𝚊𝚏𝚎 / 𝚍𝚘𝚗'𝚝 𝚐𝚒𝚟𝚎 𝚒𝚝 𝚊𝚠𝚊𝚢 // 𝚖𝚎𝚖𝚎 #𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚒𝚕𝚎𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚋𝚎𝚝𝚠𝚎𝚎𝚗 // 𝚊𝚗𝚜𝚠𝚎𝚛𝚜 #𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚖𝚊𝚍𝚎 𝚞𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚠𝚊𝚢 // 𝚌𝚑𝚊𝚛𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚣𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗

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little-ball-of-fear · 7 years

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“What happens on backstage, stays on backstage and the rest is silence”

Fandom: Thomas Sanders Sides Human AU: Student!Anxiety, Student!Prince, Student!Morality, Teacher!Logic Pairing: Prinxiety, background Logicality Warnings: student-teacher relationship, mentioning about sex, swearing, “Romeo and Juliet” spoilers Prompt used: 42. "If I die I’m going to come back and haunt you.” 26. "Help me I’m stuck.” 3. “I’m going to kill you!” 23. "If we get caught I’m blaming you.”

Tagging @remmythepegasis and @akidathedisneyfan ‘cause I wrote it for them and I love them with my whole sad black emo heart <3

Virgil always thought school extracurricular activities stupid and tiring. Well, he was in school newspaper crew but that was different. He could write alone, in his own room and send the articles by e-mail to the Editor in Chief who he has never seen face to face. That was the perfect deal: extra points for his behaviour note, possibility to express himself by writing and no need to socialize.

Roman was totally different. He loved being surrounded by people, being in the centre of attention and to impress everybody. That’s why he loved theatre so much. He was in school drama club since the first day he discovered that it exist. He often asked Virgil for help with practicing his role and learning the text and Virgil always agreed even if he complained and gave ironic comments about it at first. This time wasn’t any difference.

“Remind me, please, why did I agree for this?” It was evening and the boys were walking along the empty corridors to the assembly hall so Roman could prepare himself for his Romeo role for next day. “Because you owe me a favour. Remember the incident with sock and pencil?” “Yes, I do, I was washing lasagne off my hair for a week!” Virg blushed, turned his face aside and growled “And we promise to never get back to that.” “You asked...”

They came on the backstage where all the decorations and the scenography were. Roman took two costumes in garment bags from the garment rack. He put one of them on his dressing table and handed the second one to Virgil.

“Put it on and get on the balcony.” “You’ve lost your fuckin’ mind.” it sounded more like a statement of fact than a question “I won’t wear dress! It’s you who have to “feel in the role” not me!” “You owe me a favor, don’t linger and put it on.” “I pay my debt with the fact that I sneak in here with you so you can prepare for your role.” “So let the dress be a payment for taking you off the tree when you were hiding from the postman.” “You broke my knife while doing it so it doesn’t count!” “So maybe for getting you out of the nettle after you were running away from the squirrel.” “Okay, I will put on that stupid dress… But I’m not getting on any fuckin’ balcony.” “I were lubricating your nettle burns with aloe!” “… Okay, I’ll get on the balcony.” Virgil unzipped his sweatshirt, noting in the memory to stop getting in trouble. “But just so you know: I hate you.”

After dressing up Virg stood under the fake balcony and swallowed hard. He looked at Roman with panic in his eyes, but boy just showed him two thumbs up with a grin on his face. He put his foot on the first ladder step, then on the second and third…

“You’re doing great, bro! Just go on and don’t look down or something.” “I swear if I fall down and die, I’m going to come back and haunt you and my ghost will trip you up.” “So… Don’t fall, I guess?” “Wow, thanks Captain Obvious, you saved the world again.” Virgil rolled his eyes finally standing on the balcony floor holding tight to the rail. “So what’s now?” „Open the script on page 14. We’ll start with the argue about promising. You’re first with that part about the night on your face.” „Oh gosh…” he cleared his throat and looked up with glossy eyes.

Virgil *with feminized high voice, gesticulating lively* Thou knowest the mask of night is on my face, Else would a maiden blush bepaint my cheek For that which thou hast heard me speak tonight. Fain would I dwell on form; fain, fain deny What I have spoke. But farewell compliment. Dost thou love me? I know thou wilt say 'Ay', And I will take thy word. Yet, if thou swear'st, Thou mayst prove false. At lovers' perjuries, They say, Jove laughs. O gentle Romeo, If thou dost love, pronounce it faithfully: Or if thou thinkest I am too quickly won, I'll frown, and be perverse, and say thee nay, So thou wilt woo: but else, not for the world. In truth, fair Montague, I am too fond; And therefore thou mayst think my 'haviour light: But trust me, gentleman, I'll prove more true Than those that have more cunning to be strange. I should have been more strange, I must confess, But that thou overheard'st, ere I was 'ware, My true-love passion: therefore pardon me; And not impute this yielding to light love Which the dark night hath so discovered. Fuck, I think I don’t get women. I didn’t understood any word from what I’ve just said. Roman *trying not to show that it made him laugh* Lady, by yonder blessed moon I vow, That tips with silver all these fruit-tree tops… Virgil *dramatically waving his hands* O, swear not by the moon, the inconstant moon, That monthly changes in her circled orb, Lest that thy love prove likewise variable. Roman What shall I swear by? Virgil Do not swear at all. Jesus Christ, girl, what you want?! Or if thou wilt, swear by thy gracious self, Which is the god of my idolatry, And I'll believe thee. Ow yeah, ‘cause moon changes but people totally don’t! Roman *choking with laughter, trying to ignore Virgil’s comments* If my heart's dear love… Virgil Well, do not swear: Choose for once what the flying fuck do you want, bitch?! although I joy in thee, I have no joy of this contract to-night: You wanted it for Gerard Way’s sake! It is too rash, too unadvised, too sudden; You know each-other for one evening, how did you expect it to not be “too sudden”?! Too like the lightning, which doth cease to be Ere one can say 'It lightens.' Sweet, good night! This bud of love, by summer's ripening breath, May prove a beauteous flower when next we meet. Good night, good night! as sweet repose and rest Come to thy heart as that within my breast!

Roman O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?

Virgil Yes, you pervert! I’m only 14! Ekhem, I mean: What satisfaction canst thou have to-night?

Roman Stop it you dirty-minded devil! *blushing while clearing his throat* The exchange of thy love's faithful vow for mine.

Virgil I gave thee mine before thou didst request it: And yet I would it were to give again.

Roman Wouldst thou withdraw it? for what purpose, love?

Virgil But to be frank, and give it thee again. And yet I wish but for the thing I have: My bounty is as boundless as the sea, Despite the fact that sea totally have bounds, lol. My love as deep; the more I give to thee, The more I have, for both are infinite. I hear some noise within; dear love, adieu! Anon, good nurse! Sweet Montague, be true. Stay but a little, I will come again. *waving softly to Roman, taking a few steps back “into the room”* Aaaaaaa! Fuck!

“Virg, what happened?” Roman run fast to the back of balcony to see the reason of his friend’s scream.

Virgil was hanging on the ladder, hooked on the hem of his dress. He was swaying his legs in the air, his face red from anger and shame. Roman got on his knees because of a sudden laugh attack.

“Don’t laugh at me, you idiot! Help me I’m stuck!” “I can see! That’s why I’m laughing!” He stood straight wiping laugh tears from his eyes and cheeks. “And don’t wiggle so much, you’ll tear up the dress.” “Is THAT your biggest problem right now?!” “My? Yes. But THIS will be your problem in a while” he took his phone out of the pocket and started taking some pictures. “I’M GOING TO KILL YOU! I swear I will kill you just when I get down!” “You’re not encouraging me to help you getting down, you know?” Roman showed him his tongue but put his phone back to the pocket and started stepping up the ladder. “Now don’t move or we both fall down.”

Virgil froze and just hung there pitifully mumbling threats and insults about Roman.

„You know what? I have a great view on your butt from here.” Roman finally got n the top of a ladder and reached out his hand like a photographer checking the perfect frame. “If you start taking photos of my pants I’ll sue you for molesting.” “Too late…” “ROMAN!” “Just joking, calm. Okay, I’ll stand here and you try to turn. Perf, now put your feet on it and try to push away. One more time, I have to catch you. Just give me your hand! Hand not leg, you idiot! Fine, I got you, now hold on me and I’ll try to unhook you. And now jump up. Don’t grumble, just jump!”

After a few minutes they both lie down on the balcony floor breathing heavily.

„I swear on my love to FOB that this is the last time I’m helping you with practicing!” Virgil’s eyes were throwing lightings at the other boy. „I don’t think so.” He waved his phone before Virg’s face showing him a galery full of „poor stuck Juliet” „And now you owe me for ta king you off that ladder.” “I got on that ladder for you!” he jumped at him trying to get the phone back “Gosh, I hate you!” “But my Juliet, your words are hurting my heart!” “My leg will hurt your butt if you don’t delete those fuckin’ photos!” “Okay, okay…” Roman held Virgil’s wrists with one hand and with the other he started deleting photos. “See? They’re gone. But can I leave this one maybe?” „In your dreams! Just so you can blackmail me till the rest of my life to make me dress in drag for you and tell you stupid love promises that I can’t decide if I want or not?” “Ummm... No? I just like your ass.” „Why the Hell are you so focused on my ass?!” Virg’s face turned red. “I’m not but if you want me to, it will be my pleasure.” He was responded with asking look. „Ugh, I’m trying to subtly tell you that I fanc… Wait, did you hear that?”

Roman crawled to the edge of balcony. For a moment he didn’t move and then he called Virgil with a gesture. His eyes were wide and round and his mouth were open but still smiling. Down there on the backstage two characters were kissing in the dusk.

“Is that... Professor Logan?” Virgil was afraid that the crash of his jaw falling on the floor will be heard so, just in case, he covered his mouth with hand. “You better look who’s with him...” “No... No, that can’t be…”

“Patton, please, we can’t meet each-other at school...” Teacher’s voice was muffled with kisses from which he wasn’t defying too well. “But you barely leave this school. And I miss you...” The boy didn’t give up. „I’m begging you…” „Well, usually you prefer me to beg but as you wish…” Logan rolled his eyes and, even if the boys on the balcony weren’t able to see it, he bit his lip. “You’re unbearable...” He kissed him deeply “If we get caught I’m blaming you. I’ll say that you lured me here and tried to seduce me.” “Fair enough, maybe then I’ll be kicked out of school and we’ll be able to date normally.” “You’re unbelievable!” “I’m in love~”

Forbidden lover started making out and Virgil turned his face to Roman who was staring at him with inscrutable expression. He wanted to say something but the other boy shook his head and showed him his phone turning it to the “mute” mode. Virgil nodded and did the same thing. Now they were talking on Watsapp.

Emo: What the fuck is going on here?!?!?! Princey: Dunno but it’s kinda cute tbh Emo: It turns you on? Princey: I said cute not hot you pervert Emo: Whatever Emo: So what we gonna do now? Just sit here and look at them making out? Princey: And what do u want to do? Go down and say hello? Emo: We’re here cuz of your stupid idea so it’s YOU who will get us out of that trouble. Princey: We can always follow their actions Emo: … Emo: wut

Virgil looked at Roman as at an idiot and psycho at once.

Princey: I just told you that I fancy you. Emo: WHEN?!?!?!/11? Princey: Ow yeah. They interrupted me. Princey: So I will say it now. Princey: I fancy you. Princey: For a long time. Princey: Since junior high. Princey: And that’s our last year so I thought I should tell you. Emo: … Princey: Virg? Princey: Say sth Princey: I meant write Princey: ANYTHING Emo: … Princey: Why r u looking at me like that? Princey: I’m sorry Princey: Don’t be mad! Princey: Write sth for fox’s sake! Princey: Virg! Princey: I’m starting to woriqo’q22u72qwlansd234398

Roman’s phone fell on the floor when Virgil fast moved closer to kiss him. He hugged him (as much as it was possible in their position on the balcony floor) and kiss with such passion as if he was trying to compensate him all those years when he was blind. Blind for Roman’s efforts, signals, little gestures, suggestions and feelings. But in that long slow kiss he also wanted to compensate himself every day of hiding his real feelings behind his friend because of fear it will ruin their relation.

They were cuddling and kissing, not caring about the time. Then they started texting again, confessing everything they couldn’t say out loud. They were trying to ignore awkward moans and muffed screams from backstage. But when the lovers finished and started dressing up and boys were totally sure that nobody will ever know they were on the backstage that evening...

“That’s not my shirt.” Patton looked at the fabric in teacher’s hand. “My neither…” Logan looked around and spotted a small pile of clothes in the corner on the floor. “Fuck…” He picked them up, looked at them closer and looked around the backstage again. Boys swallowed hard in panic. “All right, Roman, wherever you are, get out and come here. I don’t want to play hide and seek with you.” “Why do you know it’s mine, sir?” Boy leaned over the rail before Virgil could stop him. “Because you are the only person in this school who could have “My favorite Disney Prince is Me” T-shirt.” Virgil couldn’t help but smirk “And now get down. You and your Juliet.

Feeling awkward as fuck, two couples faced each-other. All abashed and blushed. Virgil even forgot that he was still wearing a dress.

“Okaaay…” the teacher cleared his throat, tips of his fingers together like it was another lesson when he has to explain them something for fifteenth time. “Can we establish that non of us was here tonight? If you promise to keep that what… Happened between me and Patton for yourselves, I promise to not tell the headmaster about you two sneaking onto the backstage without permission and to not start a rumor about that Virgil likes to wear dresses. Does that sound fair for you?”

“Definitely.” Boys nodded and breathe a sigh of relief. “Perfect. Now get out and I don’t want to see you until tomorrow’s test.” “Test? Really? Can we maybe ad to our little deal releasing us of writing the test?” “Roman, are you trying to blackmail me?” “You prefer me to beg?” “OUT!” teacher covered his red face with hand and pointed at the door. The rest, including Patton, burst into laugh. “Don’t be mad…” Patton kissed his cheek when Virgil and Roman disappeared behind the door. “And you…” Logan turned to him with scowling “You are going to write for tomorrow a thousand time ‘I won’t seduce my math teacher in public, even if I know he likes that and he’s not defying.’ ”

#prinxiety #Prince Sanders #roman sanders #anxiety sanders #virgil sanders #logicality #logan sanders #Logic sanders #patton sanders #Morality sanders #romeo and juliet #fanfic #fanfiction #I suck at writing

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siiversans · 7 years

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ples leave my baby boy alo n e

that's frESH coMin' froM YOu yoU mOnstEr

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jpn-langblr · 7 years

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70 Questions Tag

Thanks @to-japan-and-back for tagging me in all of these! I’ll do my best to answer c:

1. do you have a good relationship with your parents?

It’s a little strained. Without sounding too much like an ungrateful teenager, they absolutely do not treat me as an adult when I am visiting them. So I see them as little as possible without making them upset.

2. who did you last say “i love you” to?

My boyfriend, yesterday night

3. do you regret anything?

AbsoLUTEly. Mainly about my own behavior in the past.

4. are you insecure?

Oh yeah. I don’t think of my accomplishments as accomplishments, I often think I look fat as a hippo (even though hippos are cute (murderers) and I am almost underweight). It’s a problem, but I can’t even express how much I’ve improved my self confidence since high school.

5. what is your relationship status?

Taken, and happily so for - 7-8 months now?

6. how do you want to die?

IN A BLAZE OF GLORY SKYDIVING OVER A VOLCANO Just in my sleep, yeah. I want my ashes to be spread over the ocean.

7. what did you last eat?

Toast with raspberry jam.

8. played any sports?

Lmao noooooo

9. do you bite your nails?

No. I PICK at them, it’s a horrible habit, but I am slowly getting better at it.

10. when was your last physical fight?

Never, I’m tiny and weak. If I were ever in a physical fight I’d be ded.

11. do you like someone?

Yes! A lot of people. I have lovely friends.

12. have you ever stayed up for 48 hours?

HAHAHAHAH. I take naps every day. No way. 27 hours is the longest I’ve been up.

13. do you hate anyone at the moment?

No, I don’t have reason to Hate anyone.

14. do you miss someone?

At the moment, not really.

15. have any pets?

I wish!!

16. how exactly are you feeling at the moment?

Relaxed, a little anxious about my upcoming DnD session in a few hours time.

17. ever made out in the bathroom?

No, but I made out with my boyfriend in the cold room where they stored his sister’s wedding cake (at her wedding, obviously). We were discovered by the high school kid who helped out in the kitchen. It was HILARIOUS.

18. are you scared of spiders?

THEY ARE SO GROSS

19. would you go back in time if you were given the chance?

If I could go back and undo a couple of things I said and did, and then come back, yes, absolutely.

20. where was the last place you snogged someone?

In my bed.

21. what are your plans for this weekend?

Today I have DnD with some people from uni, which has demolished my plans for a study date at the library, so that might happen tomorrow instead. Other than that, laundry and studying.

22. do you want to have kids? how many?

Yes! Two, a boy and a girl, girl is the oldest, if I could choose.

23. do you have piercings? how many?

N o p e and I probably never will. The thought of getting a piercing scares me shitless.

24. what is/are/were your best subject(s)?

English, Danish - language subjects, basically. According to my grades, I am alos ok at history, although I’ve no idea what I’m doing ahaha

25. do you miss anyone from your past?

Nah

26. what are you craving right now?

More coffee. Haven’t finished my cup yet.

27. have you ever broken someone’s heart?

No, the other way around. I have rejected one or two people, but that was WAY before anything ever happened, so I doubt that can be described as acts of heart-breaking.

28. have you ever been cheated on?

Never.

29. have you made a boyfriend/girlfriend cry?

Yes, but only happy tears <3

30. what’s irritating you right now?

How much I actually dislike my current DnD campaign and how I haven’t said anything yet.

31. does somebody love you?

Yes, of course, I’m wonderful *flips hair*

32. what is your favorite color(s)?

Greens of all kinds! And then yellows.

33. do you have trust issues?

No, I’m very trusting, but if I first feel a little suspicious about you then I have a hard time trusting you again.

34. who/what was your last dream about?

My ex and a flock of sheep he lost in his house.

35. who was the last person you cried in front of?

My boyfriend.

36. do you give out second chances too easily?

Define ‘too easily’. I don’t think so.

37. is it easier to forgive or forget?

I have an excellent memory. Forgiveness is easy.

38. is this year the best year of your life?

No way, I might live for ages yet, there’s no way to tell if this is the best year of my life!

39. how old were you when you had your first kiss?

40. have you ever walked outside completely naked?

Oh yeah

51. favorite food?

Anything that’s been prepared with love and care and an intention to make it as delicious as possible. You can taste that.

52. do you believe everything happens for a reason?

No, the universe is one huge coincidence.

53. what is the last thing you did before you went to bed last night?

Played Civ VI with my boyfriend.

54. is cheating ever okay?

No way??? Who would ever think that. You are getting yourself an unfair advantage (or really hurting someone!) over people who worked hard and trusted you.

55. are you mean?

Yes, but only if I really dislike someone, and even then I often remind myself that there’s no real reason to be mean. If I’m ever mean to someone’s face, it’s a good indicator that I’m extremely irritated with them.

56. how many people have you fist fought?

Only myself. I’m the reigning champion.

57. do you believe in true love?

Yes, but I also believe there are many versions of it.

58. favorite weather?

THUNDER.

59. do you like the snow?

NO. It’s wet and cold and only good if no one’s walked in it. I hate snow, it’s all slush and ew and no. No, no.

60. do you wanna get married?

Yeah, sure, but mostly because of legal reasons, not so much because it’s romantic.

61. is it cute when a boy/girl calls you baby?

VERY dependent on my relationship with them. Super old, good friends are allowed. People I’m dating are allowed. Everyone else can go away.

62. what makes you happy?

Understanding something I’ve been struggling with, suddenly making a connection between things, my boyfriend pulling me in front of the mirror and showing me “the cute girl in there” when I hate how I look.

63. would you change your name?

I used to hate it, but I really like it now. So, no!

64. would it be hard to kiss the last person you kissed?

No, I love him.

65. your best friend of the opposite sex likes you, what do you do?

Let him down very gently, and let him have some distance and time to figure out his feelings before I reach out to him again. That’s the healthiest, most painless way to do it, I believe.

66. do you have a friend of the opposite sex who you can act your complete self around?

Yeah.

67. who was the last person of the opposite sex you talked to?

My boyfriend

68. who’s the last person you had a deep conversation with?

My boyfriend

69. do you believe in soulmates?

Hmm... I don’t believe you are only ever destined for ONE person. You can be soul mates with lots of people. I don’t think I believe in it, no.

70. is there anyone you would die for?

My little sister, my mom, and boyfriend. I’m not sure about my dad, which is a horrible thing to say. Our relationship is strained, but I like him.

Hoo, boy! Considering this is so long, I’ll leave this open and let anyone who wants to do this do it!

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