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tragedybunny · 19 days

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To Make You Feel My Love - Chapter 1 of 3

༺Summary༻

Astarion and Serafina continue to pursue their relationship as the confrontation with Cazador looms, and then during the fallout afterward. A couple of chapters that explore their deepening bond and their struggle to build "something real".

༺Pairing༻ Astarion x Serafina (Female Tav/OC)

༺Warnings༻ Angst, Hurt / Comfort, Attempted Sex

༺Word Count༻ 2776

༺A/N༻ Another fic featuring my Tav as a name character! Very excited to share more of Serafina. Thanks to my lovely friend @icybluepenguin for the beta and support!

Astarion was a wretch, and he knew it. He was finicky, selfish, obnoxious, and difficult. But he also knew so much of that was because of life under Cazador. It was who he was outside of that life that he didn't know. He wasn't sure how to find out, either, or how much he wanted to.

He’d expected it to be asked of him though, that eventually he should find a way to make himself more palatable. Serafina never did though. Sometimes it stuck in his throat like bile how kind she was to him. She never asked anything of him, only gave and gave, while he took and took, with gentle words and warm smiles until sometimes he worried there would be nothing left of her.

It drove him mad, for several reasons. First, he was convinced that one day that fount of affection and understanding would run dry. She couldn’t love him as he was forever. Then there was the sensation that he somehow needed to repay it, even if it was never asked of him. Maybe it would balance the scales, maybe it would keep her from tiring of him. No matter what she claimed, she must expect something of him. Finally, and most strangely for him, he wanted to repay it. Didn’t she deserve it, after everything? And she most assuredly needed it.

Despite her protests that everything was always fine and that she didn’t need anything extra, he knew different. It was ridiculous. He’d seen her going through days with tired eyes, giving smiles that only lasted as long as they needed to, and the way her shoulders would slump when things would upset her, but she wouldn’t say anything.

Like earlier today, when he’d opened his mouth and ruined everything again.

Flowers. That’s how it had all started. They’d passed through a garden in full bloom, and words had tumbled out of him before he could think.

“Bright and gaudy.”Inane prattle, complaining about something that had no effect on him simply because he could. He just had to lash out at something.

Cazador was looming over him, the plan already in place to take the fight to him sooner rather than later. His siblings' surprise visit the night before had spurred that decision. Fear gnawed its way into his mind, biting and clawing, ripping away the fragile sense of safety and comfort he'd built.

That didn't change the fact that when Karlach's elbow had collided with his ribs, he'd looked over to see Sera's shoulders drooping and her mood soured. How could he forget about one of the few things she’d let slip about her home. She couldn't reveal much about her past thanks to that pesky warlock pact, but there had been a garden of some sort. And he'd managed to shit on what she had. He was already terrified and he felt himself spiraling back into the thought that he didn’t know why she bothered with him.

“What should I do?” he whispered desperately to Karlach.

She shrugged. “I don’t know, buy her flowers or something?”

Which is how he’d ended up here. Everyone had made their way back to the Elfsong but Astarion had excused himself with a hasty lie about needing to think. Sera’s brow had crinkled in concern for him and he felt a twinge of guilt when he pulled her close and gave her a quick kiss. He’d make it up later, or he planned to anyway.

But now he was stuck, wandering around this shop that was an overwhelming riot of color and scents. Something about cut flowers didn't seem to fit, and he'd been paralyzed in front of the rows and rows of them for minutes. They looked nice enough, but they wouldn't last. His gaze wandered to the other side of the shop through the crowd. Maybe a potted plant…?

“Can I help you?” A bubbly elf with blonde hair and tan skin appeared beside him.

Her gold eyes looked up at him with such sincerity, he almost sneered. As if this shop contained some life changing secrets and not flowers.

“I…” He cleared his throat- he was not lost, just thinking. “I’m looking for something for my partner. Something that will last longer than flowers in a vase.” There, that wasn’t so bad, he could do this.

“Of course, let me show you our selection of potted plants,” she said, gesturing enthusiastically. “Can you tell me a bit about them?”

“She, well, she… ” Why was this so hard? He felt so much for her, but speaking of her made him feel awkward and inadequate. She was the first warm light of morning washing over him and a comforting touch in the night. She was a hasty kiss after a hard won fight, and lighthearted laughter around the campfire. “She’s…”

“Newer relationship?” the elf said with a light giggle that made him want to reach for a dagger. The insinuation that he knew nothing about Sera was clear.

“What does it matter anyway,” he hissed, drawing looks from the other patrons.

The girl was thrown off balance by his sudden aggression and her gleaming smile faltered. “It might help to pick out something she’d like, but you’re free to browse for a while.” Turning away, she disappeared into the crowd, leaving him to fend for himself.

He almost went after her, but stubborn pride rooted him to the spot. With resolve, he eyed the shelves in front of him. Rows of bright-colored, glazed pots gleamed in the sunlight streaming in from the large shop window. Inside each one, a scrap of greenery he knew nothing about. Many had small blooms, some sported colorful leaves, and none of them were the right thing.

He began to sink into despair. This whole thing had been a stupid, impetuous idea. “Buy her flowers.” Apparently he couldn't even figure out the most basic of gifts for her. He'd just head back to the Elfsong, empty-handed, another day the scales between them were left uneven. If he just left now, it would be less time wasted.

Just as he turned to go, it caught his eye. A delicate plant in a pot glazed in the colors of twilight, with a few small, blue blossoms. He stepped closer, drawn to it. The rich blue was the same color as Sera's eyes, he was sure of it. But it was tiny, like it would hardly survive the trip across town if the wind picked up.

“Find something?” The irritating clerk was back, somehow having snuck up on him.

“That one,” he pointed.

“Oh, the little forget-me-not!”

Astarion cringed at the name as she reached for it.

“Do you know the origin of it?”

Of course not. It was a flower and before now, he wasn't exactly able to frolic in the sun and enjoy them. And it wasn’t like they were part of Cazador’s decor scheme.

“No,” he said through gritted teeth, sure he was about to hear it. He should have just stolen it.

“Humans didn’t come into being until long after elves. During those times, elves only coupled with one another, only knew lovers that would live as long as they did. But, eventually, an elven man met a human woman, and they fell deeply in love. The elf stayed by her side, even as she grew old and died, having only lived a fraction of his life. He buried her in winter and when he returned to her grave in the spring, he found these beautiful blue flowers had grown up over it. They were nothing like anything that anyone had ever seen before. They spread from her grave throughout the land, so that wherever he went, he was reminded of her. In that way, they earned the name forget-me-not. What a beautiful tragedy- a love so true, but one will live without the other for so long.” She sighed dreamily after she finished.

Astarion swallowed the lump in his throat. “Right, well, that's lovely and all, but I have somewhere to be.”

The elf huffed and silently led him back to the counter. He'd pay double if it meant she'd let him go without more chatter.

“Oh, one more thing,” she said, taking his money, “this can be planted outdoors. Perhaps if you and your lady love have a place of your own someday.”

Those words swirled around and around in Astarion’s mind as he gingerly carried the little plant back through the streets to the Elfsong. “A place of their own.” As if that was something he could even begin to aspire to. But why not? Why couldn’t he and Sera have a home of their own, and a happy, beautiful life? Because that wasn’t him. Who would want a vampire for a neighbor? And why would she want a lifetime with one?

He took a deep breath and tried to silence those thoughts. Sera loved him. He knew that was true, even when it was hard to remember. He just had to keep it that way. His eyes glanced down to the plant nestled in his hands. It seemed a silly gesture in that light, a plant in exchange for her love. The whole thing was a bad idea.

He should have done better.

When he finally made it back, the rest of the group was eating dinner in the raucous common room of the inn. He’d never admit it, but sometimes he missed the quiet nights under the stars. For two hundred years, he’d known this type of hustle and bustle; its opposite had grown on him. Not to mention, it had given the two of them so many calm nights to get to know each other. A thought that caused his chest to tighten; he’d thrown so many of those nights away with his “perfect plan”, time he’d never get back.

Cutting through the fringes of the room, he avoided the group, not wanting a public display of what was likely the most ridiculous gift he could have thought of. Natural stealth let him blend into the crowd and slink his way to the stairs. Bad luck put Jahiera right in front of him.

“Bat pup, what are you up to, creeping around like this?” From her tone, Jahiera was only really half suspicious.

“I…” He glanced down at the plant his hands were protectively wrapped around.

Jahiera’s gaze followed his. “I never took you as one for greenery, Astarion.”

“It’s not for me, ” he blurted, cringing inwardly. What if she told someone? All of them? Would they get a laugh out of the vampire trying to play the lover?

She lifted an eyebrow and smiled a small, knowing smile. “I see. Should I let her know you’re waiting upstairs?”

For some reason lately, Jaheira had started to behave with the infuriating air of someone older, and wiser around him, despite the fact that he had years on her. It was almost maternal in a way, and usually grated on him to no end. But today, he was quietly relieved to have her step in.

“If you must interject yourself.” He shrugged, struggling to put the mask of calm indifference back on.

“I think I will let the attitude slide for tonight, Astarion. Mayhaps tomorrow I will box your ears for it.”

He opened his mouth to snap back at her but she cut him off.

“And I’ll expect a thank-you when it’s all said and done.”

“Yes, Mother,” he sighed dramatically and began to walk away.

As soon as he was sure he was out of sight, he hurried his pace, not wanting to be caught out in the hallway when Sera came upstairs. With the door to the common room shut behind him, he took up position in their shared corner. Two beds and a folding screen, the most privacy they could manage right now. Another reason to miss the outdoors. Even if sleeping on the ground had been hellishly uncomfortable, the tent had walls at least.

It always struck him to see Sera’s things mixed in with his. A physical reminder that she had chosen this, him, even after his confession. And it gave him hope that she would keep choosing that way.

“Astarion, you wanted to see me?” Her voice interrupted his thoughts from across the room.

“Yes, darling, sorry to disturb your evening.” Perfect, just keep going, don’t screw this up.

The distance between them evaporated and she was standing right in front of him, waiting for him to continue. He kept his arms behind his back, keeping the plant hidden, still doubting it.

“I just wanted to apologize, for earlier today.”

“Oh, you don’t have to. You didn’t realize-”

“No,” he spat out more harshly than he intended and watched her eyes widen for a moment. Gods, why did he always lose his silver tongue where she was concerned. “Please don’t do that,” he softened his voice. “You’re always worried about my words when it comes to our companions, random strangers, and even my siblings. Don’t dismiss your own feelings so easily, hold me accountable for them, like anyone else’s.” Don’t make yourself tired of me, he added silently.

“With everything going on, I just didn’t want to make things harder for you. But, thank you.”

“See, that’s better, isn’t it?” He smiled, recovery made, things were going well.

“So, what’s behind your back?” She craned her neck, trying to peek around him playfully.

No avoiding it now. “I wanted to get you something to make up for it. It seems a bit foolish really.” Hesitantly, he presented the little plant to her.

She took it from his hands with reverence. “Forget-me-nots,” she beamed at the small flowers that matched the color of her eyes. “They’re beautiful. Thank you, Astarion, I love it.”

A small, awkward laugh escaped him. “Well, that’s quite a relief.”

And then she was moving, placing the plant on the table near their bed, before practically lunging at Astarion. The sudden force of her embrace knocked him from his feet and they collapsed back onto the mattress in a heap.

“Sorry,” Sera said through a soft laugh before kissing him. “You're wonderful, you know that?”

“I mean, I do, but I could stand to hear it more.”

“How about I show you instead?” She leaned in, kissing him again, lips parting tantalizingly.

He wanted to devour her, to pull her in tight and taste every bit of her. His tongue darted inside her mouth, eliciting a soft moan.

Ice ran up his spine, and he felt himself go rigid.

She pulled back and looked at him with concern. “Is it too much?”

The hells take his traitorous body. “No, I-I want to try. Please.” He bit back a growl of frustration. It killed him to want her this bad and to have the only thing stopping him be himself.

“Alright.”

She'd barely answered before he was pushing her back to the mattress by her shoulders and crawling between her legs.

He covered the exposed flesh of her neck with soft nips, fangs barely raking the skin. One hand found its way under her shirt, groping at her pebbled nipple.

Whimpering, her hips bucked against his, the sweetest pressure on his hardening cock. He groaned against her skin, both hands now pushing her shirt up, exploring her soft curves.

Head tilted to the side, she offered without words that delicious nectar he could never resist. Fangs burrowed into their favored spot and bliss filled his mouth.

Fingers tangled into his curls as he rutted against her. Her tongue lapped at the shell of his ear before she moaned his name. She was lost in him. Like a thousand others before her…

He froze, the world around him going hazy.

“Astarion,” she called to him softly.

“I can't,” he gasped, hot shame washing over him. Sera wasn't just another one of them, it shouldn't be like this. “I'm sorry.”

Gentle hands guided him to the mattress, arms enfolding him, so his head was buried in her neck. “Hush,” she kissed his forehead.

Neither said anything further about it, there wasn't need. He knew she didn't expect it of him, and she knew he had needed to try.

“Drink if you want,” she whispered, stroking his hair.

Gods, he loved her, even if he wasn't sure he'd ever told her properly how much. He bit back into the open wounds and drank lazily, eyes drifting to the bedside table and the little plant. Maybe there would be a someday with a place it could bloom outside, a place they both called home.

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kitthepurplepotato · 11 months

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Shenanigans part 9

New to the story? Start with Chapter 1!

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Part 9:

Bakugou Katsuki and the case of the Number One.

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Warnings: Swear words, fighting, sexual tension, 16+ for safety as always.

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“Come on, you waste of space, show me what you got!”

Uhm… so… you kinda made a big mistake today and made your boss a tiny bit angry, or to be more exact, absolutely furious.

You ended up in the massive training area and he definitely looks like he’s ready to spill your blood today and end your hero career for good.

How did you end up in this situation?

Let’s go back in time and see.

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Bakugou is acting really weird today.

You would think the “weird” is a new normal in this office and it certainly is, but this is a different kind of weird.

Bakugou’s unruly blonde locks are even more puffed up today; his whole attire is messy, like he’s having his second rebel phase.

He is also wearing an eyeliner even though this is his paperwork day so he’s not even in his hero costume, and to be absolutely honest… he looks smoking hot.

Okay, this is definitely not appropriate, but hell, you are not blind. If the guy wouldn’t have the personality of a psychopath, he would be able to get into everyone’s panties in a matter of seconds.

There is no way anyone would be able to say no to him if he would smile sometimes. Also, those pecs? Mate, you want them to squish your face so much, it hurts.

Wait.

Why does it hurt?

“What the fuck are you staring at?!”

Oh, Bakugou is pinching your face and pulling the skin so hard it’s about to rip.

“Your stupid punk face?” You answer honestly; well, half-honestly, as you definitely will not share your thirsty thoughts with your boss. You are sure the conversation would end up with your dismissal. “Didn’t know Green Day has a concert in Japan today. Can I come?” You try to smirk at him while your skin goes back to its original place with a loud snap. With a small whine you stroke your red left side with an offended gaze.

“We have another guest today.” He rolls his eyes, clearly unimpressed by your Green Day joke.

“If this is your way to impress, puffing yourself up might work with peacocks, but it doesn’t have the same effect on humans. You are also missing an important feature; the elegant, colorful feathers.”

“The fuck are you talking about, you Fuckstick?! I look like this every day!” The blonde screams, his face hot and red from embarrassment.

“That isn’t how you talk to a lady, my friend.” A new person emerges from thin air, in jeans from head to toe. Literally. You can’t hide your excitement, when your eyes lock with the ‘stranger’.

“Jeanieboo! Long time no see!” You attack the new visitor with a hug right away.

“Y/N, what a pleasure to see you again!” Best Jeanist mumbles into your hair, smiling proudly. “You both were a pain in the bottom to work with, never listening to my advice, or to be exact, never listening - end of the sentence, but I appreciated our time together anyway.” He smiles, his arms still snaked around your shoulders protectively.

“Okay, how the fuck do you know each other?!” Hisses the blonde, clearly unimpressed by the sudden plot twist; he can’t believe the two people he ‘hates’ the most are actually buddies. How fucking annoying.

“I trained Y/N in her country when she was a teen. She was more vicious than you, Bakugou. I didn’t think it’s possible for someone to be more aggressive than you are but she definitely gave a run for your money, child.” He reminiscences and you can’t help but smile thinking about your old self; you were an actual proper menace when you were young, talking back to everyone and ‘exploding shit’ whenever you were in a bad mood.

“Yeah, I will never forget the quirk nulling bracelet you gave me for my 17th birthday. I still don’t appreciate that, by the way.” You murmur, offended. It wasn’t fucking funny. It really wasn’t.

“Well, you tried to burn the agency down because they were out of coffee.” Jeanist furrows his brows, clearly not amused.

“Oh my god, I want to see that.” Bakugou makes an ugly laugh and you can’t help but pout. You really did not want this fucker to know about that embarrassing story. You will never hear the end of it.

“But…” Jeanist continues. “You are your country’s number one hero for a reason. You grew up well.” He smiles, and while you’re about to get lost in all the lovely memories you had with your favorite hero, a tiny explosion crackles from the palms of the blonde, which takes you back to the present again.

“You’ ok, bruh?” You take a look at the furious looking Dynamight. He looks… kinda red. Weird.

“One?!” He whispers, and shit you not, his whispering is the scariest shit you’ve ever heard in your life. You didn’t think a whisper can sound so threatening, but here you are, ready to fight for your life if it’s needed. “You motherfucking useless piece of shit, you, Number One?! What kind of sick joke is that?!” Dynamight screams like the lunatic he is, you sigh, Best Jeanist stares.

The time stops for a second for all of you.

For Bakugou, it stops because of the sudden jealousy in his heart. He feels attacked, because how the fuck is he not the number one yet if everyone else is only an extra? How is the biggest extra in the world number one if he can barely keep his second place? Bakugou’s whole world just shattered. He feels like someone put a stick into his virgin hole and showed it in him so deep it came out of his throat.

For Best Jeanist, the time stops thanks to the sudden tension in the room; he worked with so many people during his hero career, but he never felt so scared for his life. He’s aware that if these two decide to kill each other right now right here, the whole agency will go down with them.

For you… well… you forgot to mention this really important detail to Dynamight for the sake of your safety, so now you’re not just a nuisance but a threat to his number 2 ranking, and fucking liar. Great.

“First of all, this is why I didn’t tell you. Because you are a pathetic little jealous piece of shit who thinks the whole world revolves around his pretty fucking face and no one can be fucking better that he is!”

Maybe that was a bit too honest. Oops.

“Wow, jealous? I ain’t jealous of your sorry ass! I’m just sorry for your country as it’s full of pathetic fucking hero wannabes, if you are their best.”

This is it. You thought you can’t hate this guy more than you already do, but here you are, mentally disemboweling the fucker and trying really hard not to explode his whole fucking agency on him. Where is that bracelet when you need it?!

“I will fucking murder you, Dynamight.” You sneer, taking a step forward.

“You wanna fight, motherfucker?” He answers right away, also taking a step towards you. Best Jeanist is still frozen in place, probably writing his will in his head, just in case.

“You know what, you bleached haired fuckhead, I want to fight.”

“You and me, training room, now!” He screams and pulls you with him by your arms. “Also, my hair is natural, so fuck you.”

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Oh fuck. Oh fuckidy fuckie fuck fuck.

You didn’t think this through. Yes, you are the Number One hero in your country and you also have the coolest fucking quirk on Earth, so beating Dynamight’s ass doesn’t sound impossible.

The main problem is the fact that your boss will definitely never look into your eyes again if you do, but he will also hold a grudge against you if you let him win. So long story short, you are fucked, so honestly, it doesn’t even make sense to stress about this right now, as your fate was decided for you the moment Best Jeanist opened his mouth.

“Is this really necessary?” Kirishima tries his best to save the day and has been constantly trying for the last hour, but his words vanished in the air like a cheeky, scentless fart in the wind.

“Come at me, Number One!” Dynamight calls, half naked, and damn, if you die today, at least the view is nice.

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Why.

Just why.

Having the nerd and his lapdog in the office is one thing, but Best Jeanist?

Mr. Katsuki has all the respect for the guy as a hero, but his sense of style? Hell no. Like… fuck that shit.

Mr. Katsuki decides to go all out today, out of spite; messy hair, rebellious clothing and all those shenanigans. He’s still traumatized since Best Jeanist made his hair flat and ugly that last time during UA. He will never forget looking in the mirror and seeing a bad Monoma cosplay looking back at him. It was terrible.

There is another reason Mr. Katsuki is going all out today, but don’t tell him that we know this; Mr. Katsuki secretly plans to show off to the Menace to let her know what she’s missing out on by being a dick.

No, he doesn’t want to woo the Menace; he just wants to show her that he can be sexy like that. That’s it. No other reason. He definitely does NOT have any kind of feelings towards that fuckstick except for annoyance. No way.

It’s true that he has been a little bit concerned when the Menace disappeared into thin air, but it was more about not wanting to do a shit load of paperwork after the death of a staff member than about being concerned about the actual person.

You don’t believe him?

Fuck you, then.

The plan was working. The menace did her best to bully Bakugou for his rebellious look, but he didn’t miss the way she eye fucked him for a few seconds before opening her mouth.

Mr. Dynamight also liked to hear all the embarrassing stories about the Menace’s childhood after getting over the fact that they had the same mentor back in their school days.

But then… things went south. Really quickly.

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“Come at me, Number One!” Dynamight yells, ready to kick the Number One’s ass back to her bloody useless country.

Bakugou is not stupid, he was well aware that the Menace wasn’t just a side kick back in her country. The villain who ended her career was an extremely powerful one. No side kick stood a chance against him, yet the menace fought him for hours before the terrible accident; but Katsuki didn’t even think about the possibility of her being in the top 10 and being the Number 1 hero was even further on his possibility list.

Mr. Katsuki will never admit this even though it’s really obvious, but he’s still not over the fact that he’ll never get to the number 1 spot in Japan until Deku dies and as Deku and Bakugou are friends; he can deny it but it’s true; and he would never want his friend to die in a battle just to be able to fill his desired spot. Being number 2 is really frustrating for Mr. Katsuki. He was nothing but number one his whole life until his twenties, yet here he is, stuck in a certain spot and he was just told that his useless, annoying piece of shit of a secretary is better than him. He’s not gonna have that. Not without a fight at least.

“Bring it on, sparky boy.” The menace grins in her boring ass sports bra and shorts combo. Mr. Katsuki can only hope her hero costume has more creativity to it than this… not like he cares. He definitely doesn’t care, thank you very much. He would rather die than google her hero name, especially after these news.

“Oh, you will regret saying that.” Mr. Katsuki’s hands sparkle, ready to start this game; he jumps closer, his palms ready to explode in the menace’s face, but she dodges gracefully, moving to the other side of the room in a flash; teleportation quirk or just increased speed? Hell if he knows. In only a few milliseconds, he can see a shadow right in front of him, which indicates that she used the same quirk to attack him from behind; Dynamight moves away with the help of his quirk, but he isn’t quick enough to not get hit in the head with an explosion, but weirdly enough, it doesn’t hurt. It also smells like cotton candy.

When Mr. Katsuki looks back, he’s met with a laughing idiot, folded in half; she’s actually crying from laughter. Mr. Katsuki is furious.

“Oh my god, that was amazing.” The menace screams while she makes tiny, magenta colored explosions with her hands. Mr. Katsuki sees red. The explosions leave a baby pink smoke behind, and the cotton candy smell gets stronger.

Dynamight just got absolutely humiliated and he’s not having it. No fucking way.

“I hope your joke was funny enough for you to die for it.” The blonde grits his teeth and goes all out, and for the next two minutes no one can tell what’s happening on the battle field; there isn’t anything but fog and dust particles, loud bangs and battle screams.

Suddenly, it goes silent. As the fog disappears and the view gets clear; and Mr. Katsuki’s grin can be seen from far away as he pushes the Menace to the floor, keeping her pinned down by her hands and legs.

“Number One my ass.” Dynamight grumbles, panting on top of her; usually he would feel really uncomfortable being so close to someone as he is now, but in the middle of a fight, Katsuki doesn’t care about personal space. He won. That’s all that matters.

“You cheated.” The menace pants and her breath tickles Bakugou’s lips in a really uncomfortable way. His heart rate goes even higher, making him a bit dizzy; is she using another quirk? It wouldn’t be a surprise, she used at least 10 different ones during the fight, making her moves unpredictable. Katsuki might have her pinned to the floor now, but it wasn’t the easiest fight of his life. He’s not happy to admit it, but most of the heroes wouldn’t even be able to touch her. If the menace would change sides they would be utterly fucked. It’s not only about her strength, it’s about her intelligence as well; her movements are perfectly calculated and she’s quick and efficient.

The menace is… extremely dangerous.

“The fuck are you yapping about?” The blonde murmurs, his almost whisper resonating in the dead-silent training room; no one dares to make a noise in the building.

“It’s really hard to concentrate when you’re shirtless, you know.” The menace whispers, her eyes looking up and down his torso then straight to his face. “You’re really fucking beautiful, Dynamight.” She smiles and fuck if that didn’t go straight to his d………

He lost himself in his thoughts for only a second but that was enough for the menace to change the outcome of the fight; while he was busy with his internal monologue, the menace freed herself from his grasp and kicked the blonde right in the crotch, where it hurts the most.

The menace is on top of him in only a second and something, probably another quirk, makes him unable to move completely. Fuck.

“You know fights aren’t just about the strength of your quirk, but about the strength of your brain, baby.” The menace whispers into his ears in the most erotic way possible, her fingers scratching his scalp pleasantly as she rakes his hair back with her fingers.

“You cheated and lied. What a shitty way to win.” The blonde mumbles but his voice is shaky from… embarrassment? Want? Is this what Kirishima was talking about? Is this the feeling he lacked until now? Is this his sexual awakening? Is he Menace-sexual? Why is he not mad about losing? Is it because of the way he lost? Is it out of respect? Is it because it was worth it for the fluttering feeling in his chest? Was the menace always this pretty? Why can’t he look away? It might be another quirk. It needs to be. There is no way he’s…

“I never lied. I do think you are beautiful.” The menace answers with a straight face but her cheeks get rosy when she finishes the sentence; she fists a big bunch of his hair on the front, and Bakugou realizes it doesn’t hurt the way it should; it’s painful and pleasant at the same time. He’s definitely done for, isn’t he? “Don’t underestimate me ever again, Bakugou Katsuki.” She murmurs, and fuck, hearing his first name from the Menace’s mouth is thrilling as fuck.

Honestly, what’s happening to him?!

He doesn’t have time to think about that for too long as his head gets smacked into the floor and everything goes black.

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“I feel like I just found a really good porn to watch, but it started buffering right when the action was about to happen.” Someone mumbles next to Kirishima but he’s too busy having an internal meltdown to tell his underling off for speaking inappropriately.

“So… how long…?” Best Jeanist tries to ask a question but Kirishima honestly can’t answer right now; he stands up and runs to the battlefield. His best friend is unconscious for the fuck’s sake, he can’t be bothered about this sexual tension right now. He needs 5 to 7 days to get a hold of his thoughts about this new revelation anyway.

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You’ve done it.

You flirted with your boss just to win then you lost yourself in the middle of it when you realized how easy it was to do so. Bakugou was right. You wanted to cheat, you wanted to lie, but right after you said those words out loud you realized they were true.

Your mind is an absolute mess right now.

“Was this really necessary?!” Red Riot arrives at the scene and pushes you out of the way to take his best friend into his arms, probably to take him to the emergency room.

“You know one of us had to be unconscious to win otherwise we won’t back down until we pass out from exhaustion.” You sigh, out of breath and out of words. This was probably the best fight of your life. Bakugou is an amazing partner. You might call him names all the time but he’s intelligent and strong, he can keep up with you in a way no one ever could when fighting. This fight with him reminded you of his other self; the one who’s clever and emotional, the one you kinda fell in love with in only 24 hours. Your mind is a mess, your heart is beating out of your rib cage, and shit, you really need some time alone to get yourself together.

“You know that’s not what I meant.” Oh, so that was supposed to be a scolding for… for what? For flirting? For cheating?

“Whatever.”

You can’t have this conversation right now. Everything is a mess, the world is black and white, the only thing in color is the unconscious blonde in Kirishima’s arms.

You are definitely not ready to look into those eyes after all of this.

Fuck, you can’t wait to go home and hide under your bed for the rest of the day.

…Next Chapter!

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Waaah this was such a pain to write, sorry for being away for so long! Send me a comment with your thoughts, things are getting heated, eyy! I really wanna fangirl about this plot, help me out, will ya? 😂

I hope you like where this story is going, I can’t wait to dig deeper into it!

Kirishima is the best, isn’t he? 😭 such a protective little brother, I love him so much.

Also, don’t forget that there is a taglist for this story so if you wanna be added, just let me know!

Reblogs are appreciated 💜

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#mha x reader #bakugo katsuki x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou x reader #bakugou x self insert #bakugo x you #bnha x reader #shenanigansbypurplepotato #bakugo x reader #Kirishima #platonic kirishima x reader #kirishima eijirou

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genericpuff · 5 months

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How do you draw colors-of-the-rainbow characters? (I mean like characters with blue or purple or pink skin, and so on)

Do you draw them with the color of their skin and then clean it up? Or do you draw them with black, color it in, and then get rid of the outline? I'm really curious!

I use base colors and 'sculpt' the shapes out that I need, then I go over them with lineart where necessary! Usually all my base colors are on one layer unless I need to make a separate one (sometimes for hair or props I'll do it to ensure I can mess with them as much as I like without affecting the base colors but they'll usually be merged by the end). Sometimes I'll have to tweak things during the lineart stage that don't work as well as I thought they would while flatting but I've gotten pretty good at blocking out poses and proportions with flat colors, it works really well for my brain :' ) After that I shade on a clipped layer (meaning the shading won't travel outside of the base color) by using the magic wand selection tool to select what parts I want to shade at a time (again the skin and hair and clothing are all usually on one layer). I have specific colors saved in my CSP palettes for base colors, shading tones, highlight tones, etc. so it all stays pretty consistent unless we need to specifically change the coloring to match mood lighting or whatnot (and even then we won't change the coloring itself, we'll just use post-editing tricks like color balancing and effects layers!)

Here's Persephone's as an example:

And even then I actually only really use the last 6 colors (so not the first 4 from the left moving right) because some of those colors were picked from the pilot episodes that I wound up not using but kept anyways for stuff like glow effects (you should see the amount of colors I have for Hades that I don't use regularly LMAO he's gone through sooo many palette shifts through the course of LO). The three shades of pink at the far right end (going from right to left) are for her skin > skin shading and hair > hair shading, the off white color is for the whites of her eyes (and I use this color for basically every other character as well), and the dark color is for the lineart (it's not black, just a very very dark magenta). Every character has a unique color for their lineart, usually just a very dark color of their base skin tone !

#ama #ask me anything #anon ama #anon ask me anything #lore rekindled #lore rekindled comic #lore rekindled ama

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phantomdoofer · 7 months

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Chapter 1: Strambos

Peppino sighed as he stared at his reflection in the mirror.

I'm getting too old for this shit.

Bags under his eyes. Body: getting fatter. Cheap food had that effect. Hair: still thinning. Still got its color, though. The thought gave him a slight little smug grin. And considering everything he'd been through - war, debt, that damned tower - it was a miracle he still had any hair left. He had his pizzeria - finally out of debt, for now - his old buddy Gustavo was joining him at work now, and with all the Tower residents living nearby these days, his business was, well, not exactly booming, but at least he could afford to eat more than once a day again.

The thought lightened his mood a bit.

He reached for his razor and carefully started shaving around the mustache he so carefully maintained.

As he shaved off the night's stubble, he reflected. All thing considered, it could be worse. Better than they'd been for a while, actually. And he had to admit, after spending all that time running, he was starting to feel better about himself. Maybe he could get back into his old football regimen. He doubted he'd be able to get back to his old weight - his diet alone would see to that - but he might feel more confident about himself. And it would make his Ma happier.

I need to go visit her. It had been too long. Before, he couldn't have taken a day off without driving himself further into debt. With things more stable, he could probably afford to take a day to go over and visit every so often. She told him she understood every time he called her, but he knew she missed him.

He set the razor down. Good enough. He rubbed the stubble on his chin, which never seemed to go away no matter how hard he tried. Maybe I should grow that little beard out again. He chuckled, remembering the little goatee he'd had as a teenager. The army had made him shave it off, but they'd let him keep the mustache. Ever since, he'd kept the same look. The tower had given him a bit more confidence, though. At least that much had gone well.

Maybe it was time for some changes.

Peppino grinned at his reflection, snorted, and turned.

Probably look goofy, anyway.

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What's-a up with these strambos?

A bunch of people had been hanging out in the pizzeria all evening. Not that unusual these days, but Tuesdays were always quiet. Besides, these weren't teenagers or the tower residents. If anything, they reminded him of some of the military spooks from the war: big, quiet, and way too serious. They were paying for everything up front, though, buying drinks and ordering pizzas. Good tippers, too. One even bought a stack of pizzas to go, left, and came back and sat with some of the others.

They were giving him the creeps. Something was up, but he couldn't imagine what.

"Hey, Peppino, I've got everything cleaned up back here! It's past closing time, you want me to stay?" Gustavo called from the kitchen.

For a second, Peppino considered it, then decided against it. If these guys are up to something, I don't want anyone else tied up in it. "Nah," Peppino called back, "I'll-a cover it til the customers are ready to go. I'll-a be all right. You head home, it's late."

Gustavo called a affirmation back. "All right Pep, see you in the morning!"

Shortly after he head the back door close.

Good. Whatever happens, he's out of it. Peppino idly thought about the shotgun he had stashed below the counter. The tower proved he still knew how to use one, even if just holding it gave him the shivers. But not everyone was a good guy. Sometimes you had to be prepared.

The bell jingled as a new customer walked in. He was average height, wearing sunglasses, and built like a linebacker. He was balding himself, and had a full black beard. And yet, Peppino could see his shoulders stooped a bit, like he was carrying a huge weight. He nodded at the other customers, who nodded back.

They all stood up as one, and went outside.

Oh, Mio Dio, here we go... Peppino tensed and immediately started sweating, but he stood his ground. This was his place. He'd be damned if he was letting anybody run him out of it.

The man walked up to the counter. When he spoke, it sounded gravelly but oddly familiar.

"Buonasera. Tu sei il proprietario, immagino? Peppino Spaghetti?"

Peppino was surprised. Other than his mother and Gustavo, no one around here spoke Italian. While this one sounded a bit formal, he was pleased. "Sì, è il mio nome. Posso aiutarla?"

Then man nodded, and took off his glasses.

Suddenly Peppino realized why the man's voice sounded familiar. He heard it every day. The man's eyes were the same ones he saw in the mirror every morning. And yet, somehow, they looked infinitely more tired.

Peppino started shaking. "Questo non può essere giusto. Chi sei? Sei un'altra di quelle cose della torre? Cosa sta succedendo?"

The stranger with a copy of his face leaned his elbows on the counter.

"Peppino, my name is Giuseppe. Giuseppe Spaghetti. And I've got a lot to tell you."

Next>>

Side Stories

In and Out>>

Running Hell>>

#pizza tower #pizzatower #peppino #peppino spaghetti #fan fiction #my stuff #pizza tower fanfic #pizza tower au #tower town au

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twistedsongstressofstarz · 4 months

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🌠Kayliore Kathlena🌠

(she does have a general design, but i don't have time to finish the ref rn tho)

Name : Kayliore Amaria Kathlena

Nicknames : Kaylz, Kayli, Kiya, Mademoiselle Chanteuse D'Étoile, Lily (Rurianne)

Age : Undiscernibly fucking old (not even I know anymore)

Height : 5'5

Homeland : Briar Valley (Magic Kingdom Levianta too, somewhat)

Birthday : Jan 4

Species : Half-Fae (?)

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⟬••General••⟭

Hair Color : Purple (of different shades, but still purple anyway)

Eye Color : Right yellow, Left pink

Gender : Female (she/they/star)

Sexuality : Bisexual

Family : Thiz iz private information

Favorite Food : Shrimp (Not yall tho, I'm not Banica), Iced Tea, Cake

Least Favorite Food : Broccoli (Ew)

Likes : Music, Songs, Drawing, Writing, Sewing, Rhythm games, Creative work, Vil (<;3), Causing Chaos

Dislikes : Being interrupted, Crowley, Being called weak (or vurnerable in any capacity), Harsh Rain, Loneliness, Art block

Hobbies : Music composition, Drawing, Writing

Personality : Being Pomefiore's resident songstress, Kayliore appears intimidating on the outside, concentrated on one goal. That is, what she appears like to people who don't know her that well. If you do, however, prepare for one of the most chaotic people you've ever met. Whether it be openly simping for her own dorm leader in front of her friends, indiscriminately stalking people in other universes through a music box, or talking nonsense about another world star's been in, Kayliore is an enigma to the majority of the school. And not to mention how cryptic they speak when something weird is happening.

There is, however, another side to her that even fewer people know. Even the most dramatic of songstresses have their vulnerable moments.

Occupation : Student, Resident Songstress (and apprentice Butai Shoujo™️)

Twisted from : Technically Twilight Melody and Stage of SEKAI (not really tho)

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⟬••School Information••⟭

Dorm : Pomefiore

School Year : 2nd Year (Skipped several a grade!)

Class : 2-B

Best Subject : Ancient Magics, Musicology

Worst Subject : Flight

Club : Film Club <3

Dominant Hand : Right

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⟬••Unique Magic••⟭

Defy all doubts, by Twilight's Sound!

Twilight's Sound allows Kayliore to boost someone's mood, as well as their abilities connected to said mood. However, in return, Kayliore's own mood will go down. When the person they use this on goes about a mile away, the effect of the UM will stop, leaving both Kayliore and the person it was used on in a really, really bad mood.

They've only used it once before, and only save it for dire situations.

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⟬••Backstory••⟭

Something happened one day and I decided it'd be a good idea to record history through songz, whether that be of thiz world or many of the otherz. There'z more, but why would I tell you that right now?

[A Songstress' Tale of Origin]

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⟬••Trivia••⟭

Seemingly always knows where Aiyuu is

Knows things she isn't supposed to, but star really doesn't care.

Weirdly can change her voice to just about anything, like mimicking anyone's voice or making her's sound more robotic.

Stars magic seems to fluctuate in power sometimes, mostly because of her… trip.

#☆~songstress' oc friendz #☆~ kayliore #Kayliore Kathlena #twst oc #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland oc #disney twisted wonderland #twst #disney twst

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Pen Pals (Veneer X OC)Chapter 8

Previous chapter

Thank you @tinalbion for beta reading for me <3 Loves youuu

Keeping in contact with Veneer was one of the best decisions Avery had made. She was glad that she had given the male a second chance. It only made her feel more connected with him, and now when she sent him a letter, she signed his real name and he signed his back. At first, she had been so hesitant—for a while Veneer and his sister were one of the most hated people in Mount Rageous. Though in reality, Avery viewed Rivers as being the most hated person in Mount Rageous, at least to her. She had a feeling that Veneer never would cast her out in the streets, and that was the difference between the two of them.

Veneer felt the same way. He found that most of his thoughts revolved around Avery, as to when he would next call her or see her. They had kept a consistent schedule. Every Friday she would call, and every other week she would visit in person instead. Sometimes he was lucky and got a call on Sunday before she had to work. Talking to her made him feel normal again—the normal he had felt before he had become a pop star. The normal he felt when in the morning, he would have his parents’ homemade and “healthier” breakfast and then ride the bus to school. At times he wished that he hadn’t followed his sister in her dreams to become famous and go to cosmetology school like he originally planned to. Then, when he remembered Avery and how she smiled, he was glad that he hadn’t.

In fact, Veneer thought of her so often that he was distracted and off in his own world. Today wasn’t any different.

Sitting in Dr. In Graham's office, he had drifted off mid sentence as he was in the middle of a conversation about his plans for after this program, leaving off on a little: “Uh…” Tonight, he had another phone call with Avery.

Dr. Graham didn’t mind however and smiled at the male. At first, she had been worried that there would be some sort of rejection and that the weight of that rejection would crush him, and make them restart this whole program. Veneer had worked so hard to get where he was that she didn’t want that for him. When the news had gotten back to her that Avery wanted to give the real friendship a go, she had been thrilled to hear it. Just as she suspected, she saw the after effects immediately. Veneer’s mood and confidence skyrocketed, and then she knew that there would be no more trouble.

“So, Veneer…” Not knowing if he would finish his thought or not, Dr. Graham interrupted him kindly. Veneer snapped out of it immediately, so she continued, “I wanted to share some great news with you…” She took out one of her neatly organized folders and opened it, “After your most recent evaluation and talk with my supervisor, we both have been brought to the conclusion that you have…” She leaned forward, “COMPLETED THE PROGRAM!” She threw her hands up.

The news came as quite a shock to Veneer, his jaw was slacked and he stared at her with wide eyes. “I…Completed the program.”

Smiling, she nodded, “Yes, and with flying colors I might say.”

“I didn’t realize that there had been a test.”

“Every evaluation is. You get points, which gives you a grade. We monitor your behavior and moods. When all three stay in the same good range for a while, we give you that final observation and evaluation. We don’t think there’s anything else that we can do to help you…” She tapped Veneer’s folder down on her desk before tucking it away, “There’s just one problem. Your parents still haven’t contacted us back, even after several phone calls.” As much as she didn’t want to bring it up, it was something that she had to bring up, “So I wanted to talk about some alternatives that might help you get back on your feet.” Even if she had to do it herself, Dr. Graham wanted to make sure Veneer would be secure with a job and a proper home before she officially said goodbye. It would be cruel of her to throw him out into the streets with something.

Veneer crossed his arms. He had long wanted to give up on the thought of his parents reaching back out to their only kids. “That’s not surprising, really.”

“Does that bother you?”

“I mean, it does. A little. I’m just not surprised by it at all. I was hoping, but I guess what’s done is done. They had to sell their whole practice because of us, so I’m not really surprised. Just hurt by it all. But if I put all my energy into them, then I won’t be able to live like I want to, yeah?”

A proud smile crossed his counselor’s face. “That’s exactly right, Veneer. Well, I just wanted to let you know that we will house you here for just a bit until we figure out what to do. What we’ll try and do first is hook you up with a job, and then find someone who is willing to room with you. After we can do that, we’ll be able to release you officially. You will still have to follow our rules and such, but since you technically pass, you’ll be able to go for a few hours every week, as long as you’re back before curfew. I will have to tell you about the rules and how we will technically be supposed to track you at all times to make sure you don’t run away from Mount Rageous at all. For the first few outings, you’ll have a chaperone, but after you prove yourself further, you’ll be allowed to go out by yourself. And Veneer…” Her expression became serious, which told Veneer that he needed to listen closely, “Be good okay? Others have abused this system and had to restart it because they thought that they were home free and could do anything they wanted. It’s a test to see if you’ll slip up, but you didn’t hear that from me, okay?” She winked.

Veneer sat back with many thoughts running through his head. His first thought was of Avery. He spoke without thinking, “I need to tell Avery!! I can’t wait to tell her the good news!”

Dr. Graham smiled widely. It was always encouraging to see someone complete the program. She loved her job and was proud she could help young individuals like Veneer through tough times and tough emotions. “I will expect around four then. I would say don’t be late, but you never are. Now, have a wonderful lunch. I can’t wait to dig into my wife’s burger!” She waved goodbye to Veneer as he left the room, feeling like a new man.

Veneer did his best to make the time fly faster, taking his time with lunch and then watching some of his sister’s shows with her. Velvet was a bit moody that day, so he kept the news to himself for now.

When it became time for his call with Avery, Veneer raced back to Dr. Graham’s office as fast as he could. The way that the phone calls usually worked is that Veneer went to Dr. Graham’s office and was given a phone he was allowed to take into the next room over. He was only allowed one phone call, so if he was caught dialing another then he would be in trouble. Veneer wasn’t sure how he could be caught, but he didn’t want to take the risk and get his privileges taken away. They probably had good tracking on it or something.

Veneer stepped into his counselor’s office for a second time that day. Dr. Graham already had the phone set up for him. “Here you go, all you have to do is press the call button once you’re in the other room. Have a good time, Veneer.” She waved as he stepped out.

Waiting until he was in the other room, Veneer closed the door behind him and pressed the green call button. The phone rang only twice before Avery’s voice was on the other side, greeting him, “Hey Veneer!”

All the excitement Veneer had in him came bubbling through his response, “Avery! I’m so excited to hear from you today!”

Avery laughed softly. “Oh, you are? What’s got you all excited to talk to me today, huh?”

“Well, two reasons really! One, I miss you—like a LOT. Then two, I have some really good news.”

“I could use the good news, so tell me!”

“Wellll…I guess it’s more than one good thing. I technically passed my program!”

Veneer smiled when he heard Avery gasp on the other side of the phone, “You DID? Oh my god, Veneer, that’s so amazing!”

“I’m so happy and just so…proud of myself. I feel much better, especially with everything I’ve learned. While I passed, I still have to stay here a bit…My parents haven’t reached out, so my counselor is going to try and find me somewhere to live before they technically release me from here. But since I passed, I have more privileges…Like…supervised outings. If I prove that I won’t be any trouble, then I won’t need supervision at all…”

Avery’s eyes widened. “So that means…”

“...That you and I could go out together. We can do more than visit! I could maybe even go out to your job and see where you work and stuff.” Veneer smiled to himself.

Avery giggled and teased him, “And why would you want to go to such a gross place like that?”

“Honestly, I’ll take greasy pizza and extra fried potatoes over the bland stuff they make here for us any day. Plus! I still want to learn how to roller skate, remember?” He bounced, “So, do you think that we can go out sometime?”

“Of course, we can, Veneer. I’m actually both surprised and honored that you would want to do something like that with me…”

“Why wouldn’t I? Girl, you’re like my BEST friend. I would pick you any day, you hear?”

“Well, what’s the process of how this would happen? Do I have to call in and schedule time with you like with the visitation?”

“I honestly don’t know, but maybe I can ask Dr. Graham before we hang up today. We could do it on the day you’re off if you’d like. Then I'll have her contact you and work out a day since we’re working around your schedule.”

Avery teased him, “Sure, because I like to go to the place I work on a day I have off~”

Veneer rolled his eyes playfully, snickering, “I can’t help it. I’ll be getting out for a while, so I’ll just be excited to be getting out and doing something for a change. I taught myself to play CHESS with myself here because I’m so bored. Can you imagine that pain?!”

“That’s fair…But how are you going to feel, being back out in public like that for everyone to see…? How do you think people are going to react to seeing you again…? And how’s that going to make you feel?”

Veneer honestly hadn’t thought about that at first. He had been so focused on going out with Avery that he didn’t think that others would want to pay attention to him. After spending so much time in the program, sometimes he forgot that he had once been famous. Stepping out in the world would be uncomfortable, especially with those wanting to get close to him and snap a photo. Some might even harass him. No wonder why it would be so difficult for Dr. Graham to find a job and a place for him to live. He was glad that he and Avery were on the phone rather than in person, otherwise, she would be able to see his disappointed gaze at the moment, and he didn’t want his best friend to worry.

“I’ll be honest,” Veneer finally spoke up after a moment of silence, “I’m not sure what will happen. I’m just glad I won’t be alone now. Are you going to be okay with that? Being seen out there with me? The last thing I would want would be for you to feel uncomfortable around me.”

“I’ll probably be uncomfortable with any photos that might be taken.” Avery’s first thought was Rivers but she brushed off her own insecurities, “But I would never be uncomfortable being seen around you, Veneer. Just wait until everyone sees how you’ve improved and how you grew from this experience.”

Veneer sighed. Yes, he learned. He was disgusted with the teen he had been before he grew. Honestly, if he could right now, he would try and find Floyd and apologize to him. Floyd had been almost killed. If he had let him go that one time he tried to escape then maybe he wouldn’t be in as big of a hole that he was in now.

“I know. I’ll prove it to them. Even if it’s just a little at a time. I promise you, Avery.”

Avery smiled proudly. She wanted to pat Veneer on the back. “I know you will, Veneer. I believe in you.”

Veneer loved how she said that to time. He basked in the positive attention. It made him feel warm inside and made him feel like maybe he could do more in the end. He was excited to be out in the real world and to be able to move on from the past and wrongs he had done. He felt as though Avery helped him achieve that sort of life. He couldn’t thank her enough for the opportunity.

“Hey, Avery?”

“Yes, Veneer?”

“Thank you for being my friend, even when I didn’t deserve it.”

“And why wouldn’t you deserve a friend?”

“Because I’ve…hurt people. Scammed them and basically robbed them. I’m not sure if I can forgive myself for that.”

“You have to one day, Veneer. You can’t move on and heal if you can’t forgive yourself. If you don’t, how are you truly going to make it up to others? I know it’s going to be hard, but I know you can do it. I’ll make sure of it, I promise.”

Veneer couldn’t stop smiling. “I can’t wait to go out with you for the first time…”

Avery giggled softly. “You almost make it sound like we’re going on a date.”

There was a long pause and it made Avery wonder if she offended Veneer somehow. “Do you…Want it to be a date of some sort? I mean—!” He stumbled over his words, and Avery thought it was the cutest thing ever. “It can be a friend date or a date-date…Whichever you’d prefer.”

“A date-date is just fine. Though sometime we’ll have to have a date-date somewhere that isn’t my work, you hear.”

“I hear you loud and clear, miss!” He laughed. Their phone call was slowly coming to an end, and he didn’t want it to. But he also knew that by next week, he would see his friend—his friend—in person, and be able to take her out on a proper date like a gentleman. “Goodbye Avery, have a good day okay?”

“You too.”

The two hung up the phone and Veneer released a sad sigh. If he could take the phone with him into the cell to text her, he totally would, but that would jeopardize any opportunity he had to get out of that place. So, he came back and gave his counselor and thanked her for the time he got to spend with his friend.

“Did you have a nice chat?” Dr. Graham asked him sweetly.

Veneer smiled. “Yeah, she’s as excited as I am. She says she’s also proud of me…We’re going to want to go out sometime, but we have a question about how we would set that up. Does she have to call and schedule? How much time do we get?”

“Yes, but that’s mostly because it’ll be convenient for her. Do you want me to call? You guys are allowed to be out as long as you want, but you do have to be back by your scheduled time, or curfew. Do you want your normal hours?”

Veneer nodded. “Yep, next Friday. I hope this week goes by fast…”

“It will, just remember to stay on top of things.” Dr. Graham gave him a proud thumbs up, and Veneer left.

Veneer was just in time for snacks to be handed out in the rec. He needed to hurry since it was also his and Velvet’s show time and if they missed the season finale, then Velvet would make him watch the whole season over again as punishment. He thought long and hard about it and realized that she would question where he would be next Friday, especially if the two of them would be out the whole time like Veneer wanted. He would have to tell his sister the truth, no matter how explosive her reaction might be. He dreaded it.

Velvet was looking for Veneer when he came to the rec room. Velvet spotted him the moment he entered and waved a hand at him dramatically, “VENEER, hurry or you’re going to miss the finale!”

“I’ll hurry, I’m here, sis!” Veneer rushed and joined Velvet by her side. The two settled down. Veneer allowed his sister to enjoy her trashy show while he enjoyed his peace for now. However, his sister could read him like a book the entire time and noticed how unusually quiet he was. Without trying to, her brother had given himself away, making her frustrated at his lack of responses toward her show.

Halfway through the show, she finally spoke up, “If there’s something you’ve got to say, then just say it already. What’s going on, Veneer?” she asked with a small huff.

Veneer sat straight up, “Oh, uh…! Sorry. My brain blanked. I wanted to tell you something but then got distracted with the show and didn’t want to disrupt it.”

“Well, what’s so wrong that you feel the need to be quiet during the show?”

Veneer closed his eyes and took a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst kind of outcome from his sister, “I’m being let out of the facility for a while. With Avey.”

Velvet was dangerously quiet. Veneer was prepared to jump up and run if he had to. He looked at his sister’s face and saw how her nose scrunched up in a way that he knew things were about to go South. He felt his legs flex, ready to stand up given a moment’s time.

Taking a deep breath through her nostrils, Velvet did her best to calm down. “That…That’s great…I guess…” She grumbled, feeling her stomach tie in a way that must be jealousy. She gripped the couch so tight that if she still wore press on nails like she used to, then they probably would have popped her real nails off with them. Take deep breaths…she told herself. “I want…I want to do that too sometime. I miss going to sushi.”

“Maybe…If you do really well,” Veneer tested the waters, “Then you and I and Avery can all go out to sushi.”

“That would be great,” Velvet mumbled under her breath then went dead quiet.

Veneer scooted closer to his sister and patted her shoulder. He knew that she would be upset for a while, but he was proud that she was trying to change her anger patterns and to not let herself succumb to outbursts. He was proud of her as well.

***

The days passed quickly and Veneer was glad that it was Friday. He was practically bouncing off the walls waiting out in Dr. Graham’s office. For once he could wear STREET clothes!! Of course, his stripped orange Facility garments would catch too much public attention. He was glad to at least let those clothes go. He also chose to let his hair down this day, so it wasn’t slicked up in that familiar mullet. Plus, it’s not like he had access to a lot of gel within this facility. They were waiting for Avery to arrive. He knew that if she showed up within an hour, she was still technically early. She didn’t have a car, so she always made sure she was early rather than late.

The guard stepped into the room and looked directly at him. She’s here…! He screamed to himself and stood without even waiting for the command. He was waved over and taken into the room. He was then promptly patted down then given the heads up.

When Avery saw Veneer, she saw that he was wearing a plain gray hoodie and jeans. He looked very different than what she was usually used to seeing, but she could also tell he looked more comfortable.

“Veneer!” She rushed over and hugged her friend. Their arms wrapped around each other immediately since both had already been checked over. “Are you excited for today?” She didn’t pull back but still looked up at him.

Veneer was already looking down at her. He patted her back. “More than ever! I can’t wait to get out, but I also can’t wait to spend the day with YOU. Can you believe that we made friends over the piece of paper?”

“Yeah, it’s like an old school version of social media. Better too.” Avery nodded with a smile and pulled back. Naturally, her hand dipped down and their fingers linked together. Veneer wrapped his own fingers around hers with a big blush on his face. “I made plans to go to a good coffee shop before we hit the roller rink. We’ll be able to sneak the coffee in since the cook knows our coffee there sucks. Does that sound like a plan?”

Veneer nodded and wiggled his body excitingly on the spot. “Oh PLEASE, I haven’t had a good macchiato in a while and I’m DYING for one.” He laughed.

With the guard right behind them, the two left the facility. Veneer didn’t know, but Dr. Graham was watching him from her window with a proud expression on her face. She was so excited for Veneer to make new steps into the world. She just hoped that the world would forgive him and treat him kindly. Yes, he did awful things, but she truly saw the vulnerable side of him that was trying to repent for what he had done.

Avery called for a taxi rather than take the bus. Since they were on limited time, she didn’t want to experience the agony of waiting for the bus to take her where they needed to go. She had specifically bought only necessities for the past few weeks so she could treat herself and Veneer today. When the taxi sped over and screeched right in front of them, Veneer reached for the door first and opened it. She stood there for a moment, thinking he was going to climb in himself, and then blushed when she realized he had opened it for her rather. She climbed in and he got into the car next to her, sitting in the middle. The guard pulled into the front seat, earning the two some questionable stares from the taxi driver. For a second, he caught a glance of Veneer in the center of his vehicle through the rearview mirror, making the male want to sink down. Had he already been caught by the media?

No words were said whether he recognized him or not. Veneer put his hoodie up and checked in on Avery, who smiled as she looked out the window. Their fingers never left one another, and he discovered that holding her hand felt like a necessity in his world. He didn’t want to let her go, not even for a second.

“The Blue Bell Coffee shop, please,” Avery told the taxi driver as politely as she could and slipped him his money.

Not much had changed about Mount Rageous. The roads were still as wild as ever with cars racing in every direction. He did notice however that there were more tracks built, probably to accommodate the growing population of tourists and the Mount Rageous themselves. He hadn’t driven since that night he had been arrested, but he remembered the thrill of being on the road and missed it.

Avery allowed for some quiet in the taxi, noticing how Veneer couldn’t stop looking out the window. She wanted him to savor the moment of being out. It’s not like they didn’t have hours to spend already.

With the fast-paced driving of the Mount Rageons, they were to the coffee shop in no time. Everyone got out quickly to let the taxi driver continue on to his next client. Avery snuck him his tip before getting out last. She smoothed out her skirt and looked to the side, seeing Veneer’s hand held out expectantly. Avery smiled and put her hands in his again. She couldn’t imagine how he was feeling right now. Scared? Nervous? There was so much going on for him, she knew so she took his hand without a complaint.

They entered the coffee shop together. Veneer squeezed her hand so she squeezed his back, trying to tell him that she was right there and was promising to take care of him.

There were only two girls at the counter, which Avery was thankful for. However as they stepped behind the two strangers, they turned around. The girls gasped and right away Avery knew that they recognized Veneer. At this point, his grip on Avery’s hand was painful, but she refused to let go.

“Oh my god!” The girl sounded excited and squealed. She got her phone out and snapped a photo of the two holding hands. Avery was stunned at the flash that went off in her eyes and used her free hand to rub her eyes. “Veneer, are you out?! That’s amazing. Can I get a selfie with you?” she asked.

Veneer couldn’t find the right words. He was stunned. Why weren’t these two getting mad at him for the scam he and his sister ran? He was completely uncomfortable with all of this.

Veneer raised a hand and shook his head. “Uh, no thank you…No pictures please. Thank you.”

The girl frowned and lowered her phone but didn’t put it away. “What? Why? Is this your girlfriend? Does she not like photos? That’s very controlling of her, Veneer…”

Veneer saw how Avery blushed and looked away. He turned back to the girls, frowning, and then spoke confidently, “No, I don’t like photos. Please leave us alone. If you’re not going to step up in line, then let us through.”

The girls didn’t move so the two stepped forward with Veneer leading the way. He looked to Avery as she made the order for them and she paid. The entire time, he felt all eyes on him. The Barista was staring at him and whispering to her coworker when they thought he wasn’t looking at her, and the girls behind him made the hair on the back of his neck stand up. Even his bodyguard couldn’t tear his eyes off him from where he stood near the front and only door. Now, he swore that everyone’s eyes were on him and he wanted out of the shop as soon as possible.

Avery whispered to Veneer, “If you want to step outside to breathe, then I can get our drinks and meet you there.”

Veneer shook his head in disagreement, “I’d rather not let go of your hand at the moment, if that’s okay.”

Avery nodded and together they waited until their frappe mochas were done. They grabbed them and headed out the door as fast as possible, avoiding eye contact with the girls as much as they could. Veneer suspected that they had taken more photos of them without his knowledge. This was an awful feeling in his chest right now.

The guard followed them outside and stood right behind the young too. Veneer released the nervous breath he had been holding inside the shop. Even with his hood up, others still could see his face, and for some reason, those girls liked him even after the confession he gave at his last concert. They were superfans, whether he wanted to admit that or not. He didn’t like the thought of all that.

“Are you okay, Veneer?”

Veneer nodded but Avery wasn’t sure if she was convinced. “Okay, then let's get back to the diner. Usually, there’s not a lot of people there at this time of day, so it’ll be a perfect time for us to sit down and eat.” Avery gave his hand a reassuring squeeze before she waved down another cab.

This time, Veneer was quiet and didn’t say anything. His smile had perished. Avery didn’t like that and wished she knew a way to help him smile. She tapped him on the shoulder and caught his attention.

“Do you like your drink?” she asked and leaned her head against his shoulder, “I don’t know what it is about it, but mocha frappes are an addiction.”

“Oh man do I know it.” Veneer’s smile finally returned, allowing for Avery to feel relieved. “I used to drink them a lot. It’s probably why I was so hyper and anxious all the time.” He laughed before taking a sip of the frappe. The flavor was so extreme that it caught him off guard, reminding him that he had not had one in over the year he’d been in the facility and shouldn’t go overboard. If this flavor was out of this world, then he wasn’t sure how he was going to feel about a large greasy pizza. Either way, he was excited for it.

They arrived at the diner. Veneer got out of the taxi first and helped Avery out. If Veneer was still his old self, then he would have looked up to the diner in disgust but now he looked up to it in wonder and familiarity. Avery had talked about it so much that he felt as though he knew the place without really being there. And now he was!

The diner was not modern like the style of what he was used to in the growing world of Mount Rageous. It was older, some of the buildings when the city had first been established. It also belonged to the poorer side of Mount Rageous. There was a strange and different emotion growing inside him—it was empathy for Avery. Not judgment. He wondered how an amazing girl like her could end up in such a place, and how he wished he had been smart with his fame and riches. So he could treat her and make her feel special. Oh, Avery…

Veneer allowed Avery to guide the way.

“So yeah, this is where I work. It’s actually a lot nicer on the inside,” Avery spoke as though she could read Veneer’s thoughts. Both of them stepped inside and found a booth in the center.

Avery was just as nervous as Veneer. She wasn’t sure how her coworkers would act when they saw her with the former pop star.

“Avery, what the hell are you doing here?” The cook asked, but in a playful manner. It still made Veneer flinch. The cook looked to Veneer and then to Avery but didn’t seem to suspect a thing, “Are you really having a date here, at work? And, you bring coffee without bringing me any? You wound me, girl. You want your usual? What does your date want?” Being a waitress like Avery had benefits—she could skip the line.

“Yes, that’ll be great. And hey, you didn’t bring me anything that one time you brought in coffee. This is payback.” She swished her drink with a smirk before sitting across from Veneer.

“I don’t think he recognized me…” Veneer said and sat stiff across from her. He still didn’t want to take his hoodie down in case another person would come in. The diner was bare, which was normal after lunch hour. Avery had timed the meeting perfectly.

“He’s so old that he gets my coworker and me mixed up all the time.” Avery waved a hand dismissively, “He’s never talked about enjoying music, so you should be okay.”

“Is it just him?”

“Maybe…But my coworker Gracie is on the shift but probably on lunch. She’s a friend of mine, and she’s only a few years older…I’m a bit nervous about her reaction, but no matter what we’ll prove to her.” She reached across the table and held his hand smiling.

What the two didn’t know was that the women from earlier had uploaded the picture of Avery and Veneer onto social media. Soon the hashtag #VeneerOUT was trending across all the social medias. The two sat unaware across from each other, happily eating as the food was brought out to them.

“Oh my god…This looks SO good.” Veneer looked down at the pizza and fries he had ordered and nearly drooled. He didn’t care if the pizza was pooling with grease, he just wanted something that didn’t taste processed or plastic-like back in the facility. He wondered if he would be allowed to take leftovers back to the facility and share them with his sister, or if he could give the leftovers to Avery. He knew that he wasn’t going to eat all of this by himself. Luckily Avery would share the pizza and fries with him, it would make him feel less guilty about wasting food.

Avery whispered to him while the cook’s back was turned, “It’s not the best pizza in town, but it’s better than nothing, huh?”

“Or the crap that I eat back in the facility,” Veneer scoffed and started with a large slice, watching in amazement as the cheese barely wanted to let go of the whole pizza.

Veneer looked over to his guard, who was in the booth behind him and closest to the door. He smiles and leans over. “Do you want a slice?”

“No thanks,” the guard responded gruffly but Veneer swore he saw a smile on his face. He turned back and continued to eat with Avery, sharing both a soda and a milkshake with her. With the included coffee, Veneer felt close to bursting.

After two and a half slices later, Veneer leaned back with a hand on his stomach. “Oh, I’m stuffed! This is heaven.”

Avery giggled, wiping her greasy fingers off on a napkin. “If you think this is heaven, then maybe you should taste my cooking at home. We can make that our next date if you’d like,” she teased him, making the male blush and nod.

“I’d really like that. Thank you.”

Avery stood. “I’ll go grab some to go boxes for the rest of the pizza. Wait right here.” Avery smiled and took the napkins to throw away along the way.

There was the ring of the bell as someone came through the front door. Instinctively Veneer looked over and his eyes widened as he saw who walked through the door. It was Rebel Rivers. The infamous pop star who rose to fame shortly before he and his sister were arrested. In fact, the reason she rose to number one was because he had exposed himself and his sister as frauds. He remembered how Velvet wouldn’t shut up about her for the first month. Oh god, she just walked through that door!

Veneer made sure his hoodie was up and kept his back facing the door, hoping she chose a spot behind him so they couldn’t face eye-to-eye. He knew that she would know who he was.

Two men were behind Rivers, who waved friendly like at the cook. “Hope you don’t mind, but my guards are going to watch the doors and make sure that no one comes in~ I’ll pay extra. I just don’t want any fans smothering me while I’m just trying to eat my lunch. You understand, yeah?”

Indeed, there was a crowd of people outside of the door, wanting in but luckily being kept out thanks to the two bodyguards at the door.

The cook looked at her with a confused expression as he cleaned a glass and shrugged it off. “Alrighty then, just means I won’t have to cook as much. What do you want to eat?”

“Oh, I need a minute. In fact, hey waitress!”

Avery stood right across the room, holding two styrofoam to go boxes, frozen to the spot. She would have dropped the boxes if they weighed anything then she would have dropped them, but instead she crushed them slightly in her hands. “Y-Yes?” she squeaked, both her flight and fight, and even her work instincts were kicking into overdrive, making her anxiously listen to Rivers.

“Can I have a menu to decide what I want to eat?”

“Yes, of course…” Avery took a menu from the counter. She felt herself shaking as she walked across the room, feeling as though she was stuck in a death march where Rivers would be the enemy on the other side, ready to execute her. Avery came up to Rivers, seeing how much more beautiful and expensive her former friend had become. She placed the menu down and was about to turn away from her to return to her seat, but Rivers grabbed her wrist and held her in place.

Veneer watched the scene by slightly tilting his head to look at the two. His eyebrows were furrowed.

Rivers put on her best fake smile as she leaned closer to Avery to whisper, “You and I need to talk. I saw a photo of you on social media.” She leaned away, releasing her wrist, and then spoke in her fakest voice, “Can you show me to your restrooms?”

“Oh…Uh, absolutely…Follow me.” Avery took a deep breath and led Rivers to the restrooms. As she passed Veneer, she cast a quick and anxious expression toward him before disappearing behind the door with Rivers.

Veneer frowned. What was she doing?

Avery knew that the moment she closed the doors Rivers would scream at her. Sure enough, Rivers grabbed her by the shoulders and shook her. “What the HELL do you think you’re doing?” she growled, getting up in Avery’s face, “I saw the pictures of you and Veneer up on the socials. You think I’m going to tolerate this harassment?”

“What do you mean?! I’m not harassing you! If some girls posted some pictures of me and Veneer online, then it’s because Veneer got out a little today and they think I’m his girlfriend!”

“Are you?” she snarls.

Avery wasn’t sure if they were official and crossed her arms, “It’s none of your business, Rivers. Stop being so narcissistic and thinking that everything revolves around you!” She threw her hands into the air, “I wasn’t trying to do anything to piss you off, so can you leave me alone and stop harassing me.” She tried to push River’s hand off her forearm but Rivers refused to let go.

In fact, Rivers pulled her closer and growled inches away from her face, “I’ve got my eye on you, Avery. Don’t do anything stupid, you hear me?! I’ll make your life a living hell in a heartbeat.”

Rivers shoved Avery into the wall and took her way out. She pulled money from her bra and tossed hundred dollar bills at the cook, making him flinch and try to catch the bills mid air. “Consider this my tip for the inconvenience, I’ve decided not to eat here.” As she walked past Veneer’s table, she slowed down and whispered to the male in the hoodie, “You’re not fooling anyone with that stupid get-up sweetie. What a fraud you are.” She laughs and snaps her fingers for her guards, who pushed through the crowd of people and helped her leave the diner.

Confused as to what happened, Veneer rushed over to the bathroom door. “Avery!”

At the same time, Gracie walked in through the staff door, holding her purse, seeing the hooded figure run into the bathroom, gasping her best friend’s name. “Avery??” She followed behind the figure with her purse, ready to smack him upside the head with it. Instead, as she entered the bathroom, she saw the figure holding onto a crying Avery.

“What’s going on?” a male voice asked, hugging her friend close. “Are you alright, Avery? What did she say to you?” It didn’t matter to Veneer if he understood what was going on, he just wanted to make sure his best friend was alright.

Gracie approached them from behind, not wanting to ruin the moment, but also wanting to check in on the person who was also her friend. “Avery…? Who’s this?”

Avery opened her teary eyes and looked at Gracie from over Veneer’s shoulder and pulled away. “Oh uh—This is…My friend…A friend.”

When Veneer turned around, showing his face, Gracie dropped her purse and gasped, a hand over her mouth. “You’re…Veneer…The former pop star…”

Veneer nodded but waved a hand dismissively, “Please, let’s worry about that later.” He turned to Avery and held her by the shoulders, “Please, Rivers said something to you didn’t she?” he asked, squeezing her gently, “What did she say? Do you know her?”

Avery didn’t want to say anything, but it was hard not to. These two were her only friends in this world, but also her very best friends. Deep down she knew that they wouldn’t get mad at her, but there would always be a part of her that would always be afraid, “Yes…Rebel Rivers. She’s a fraud. She’s a fake. I know that because we worked together.” She clenched her fist at her side, “Rivers is an awful person inside and out. We made music together. She played the instruments and I sang the music.”

Gracie frowned, “You sang the music? But it’s always been Rivers on stage or in front of the camera.”

Avery acknowledged Gracie with a nod, “Yeah because I asked her to lip sync for me cause I had bad stage fright. But I asked her to stop the moment I finally had the confidence to sing! When I told her that, she took everything from me and kicked me out of our condo. She gave me only a hundred dollars to live on. That’s why I’m here, working in this crappy job and living in apartments that I fear will fall in on me in my sleep.” She sucked in a deep and shaky breath, “I would sing for you, but I haven’t sung since the day she kicked me out. But I swear everything I’m telling you is true.” She tried to not cry more as she looked back and forth between her two friends.

Many conflicting feelings swirled in Veneer. Avery was friends with him—he is the shell of someone like Rivers. He didn’t like that thought. He touched Avery’s shoulder before bringing her into a big hug, “You’re clearly upset about this…I believe you…I promise.” He allowed his chin to rest against the top of her head as he held her, letting her sob her feelings out into his chest. Normally, he would have been grossed out by tears, but over time he had learned that being sad and emotional wasn’t bad at all. He rubbed Avery’s back comfortably.

“I believe you too.” Gracie hugged Avery from behind, the two wrapping her in a warm embrace.

Avery choked back tears and wiped her eyes with her palm. “Thank you both…You guys are amazing people…” she hiccuped and smiled up at Veneer, then at Gracie.

Outside of the bathroom stood Veneer’s guard. The door was cracked open, just enough for him to peek inside. He had heard everything Avery had said.

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no one could be prouder or more pleased to be by your side.

classic | epilogue

2.9k | joshua x afab enby!reader, fluff, humor, swearing, eating, josh is the literal sweetest human alive

this is a quick one! i've actually had this written for about a year LMAO but i never posted for some reason 🤕 anyhow, i threw together a title card and cleaned it up a bit to post as a thank you for 1500 followers! i seriously can't believe so many of you find me worthy of a follow, and i genuinely appreciate it so much. thank you! thank you thank you thank you!!!!!! also yes i pulled the name from THE 00s romcom of all time starring ryan reynolds and sandra bullock and YES i used a joshua picture from canada because that movie is set in alaska (it's as close as i could get without using the gum wall pics ok)

sometimes, days were just bad. there was no real cause, and nothing to be done about it, but sometimes small things piled up in ways that you couldn't stop thinking about. you stubbed your toe on the dresser first thing in the morning after not sleeping particularly well or long. your subway car was more crowded than you liked, and when you stopped at a cafe to get a coffee a block away from the studio, you realized you had forgotten the memory card for your camera and had to resort to filming on your phone instead. you only worked at maji studio once a week these days, and you were always excited to spend some time with yunhyeong, but he hadn't been able to make it in because his sister and her wife dropped in for a surprise visit, so you didn't even get to see him. it was slightly too hot for spring and you could feel it under your arms. the pollen count was too high and you could feel it in your nose. your shoes were too new to be fully broken in and you could feel it in your achilles.

all this, and one of your best friends had just gotten engaged.

it went without question that you were extremely happy for the couple, and absurdly excited to celebrate with them, but krys had asked her half-brother to be her "maid" of honor (leaving you relieved, karol indignant, and sending joshua into a manic and panicked research spree), and asked you to make the cake. she had shown you pictures of things she liked, you knew her color scheme, and you had spent the last four years getting to know her tastes, so all in all, she was going to be the easiest client you had ever worked with. however - and you would never let her know in fear that she would retract the responsibility - the added baking you had to do for the cake tasting appointment you scheduled with her put just enough on your plate to have a looming stress over your entire week.

a recipe for disaster, as it were. and when you dropped your lunch leftovers on the sidewalk outside the loft, the pad see ew and swimming rama that you had ordered in an attempt to brighten your mood splattering over the concrete like a crime scene, you just let out a groan in frustration and planted your palms over your face.

"well, diaz-" you slid your hands down to view the source of the familiar voice, joshua walking up to you from where you saw his car parked down the street and studying the food, hands on his hips to imitate the tv detective from one of your favorite sitcoms. "looks like we got a homicide on our hands."

"fuck today," you whined, your foot stomping against the concrete in that cutesy way you only did around him, and he caught the glimmer of tears in your eyes, immediately dropping the joke.

"aw, baby," he cooed, stepping over the food and gathering you in his arms. "don't cry over spilled thai."

you choked out a laugh as you settled into the hug, sniffling and willing the tears back into your ducts. "i'm not crying."

"you okay?" joshua asked, hand rubbing up and down your back, effectively wiping away your stress with his touch. "do you wanna talk about it?"

you buried your face in his neck, fully succumbing to the embrace despite the fact that you were standing outside, and you had a pretty strict aversion to indulging in intimacy in public places. it felt too nice to let go, joshua's warmth and comfort a welcomed juxtaposition to your awful mood. you sighed. "wouldn't even know where to start."

he breathed out a laugh, squeezing you. "long day?"

"really long."

he pulled away slightly to waggle his eyebrows at you, and you laughed, swatting at his chest. he nodded at the door of your apartment building. "you go wash up. i'll deal with the crime scene."

you pouted at him. "are you sure?"

"of course," he said, letting you start towards the door despite holding onto his arms. "best boyfriend ever. don't you forget it."

you tried to hide a smile. "only because seokmin's a fiancé now."

he pointed at the door. "shut up and get inside before i change my mind."

you giggled at him, making him break and smile at you, but you took the instructions nonetheless, after planting a kiss on his cheek.

the shower felt like therapy, scalding water stripping your skin of grime and your brain of pressure. you took a little longer than normal, water dripping down your face from where it was spraying against the back of your head and neck, letting the incessant noise of it make your mind go blank. after your moment of meditation, you shut off the water and went to find something comfy to wear, but joshua intercepted you at the bathroom door.

"hey," he said, a gentle smile on his lips. "do you wanna go get something good for dinner?"

you blinked at him, towel wrapped around you. "like what?"

"well, i was thinking," he started, letting you step past him into the bedroom to begin digging through the closet. "you were telling me about that high end beef place in gangnam the other day-"

"woo tender?" you asked, eyes big. "isn't that a little fancy for a wednesday?"

he pointed at you. "i knew you'd say that. but i looked into it, and turns out they give free dessert if you get engaged during dinner."

you stared at him for a second, thinking about how you had told him in the past that if he even tried to ask you to marry him before year five you would break up with him, and the further caveat that if he tried to propose in public you would say no on principle. "joshua."

"not for real," he said, making a face like you were insane for even thinking he would suggest it. "i just thought you might like today more if we could put on the 'can't wait for marriage' act to get free food."

you pushed our lips to one side of your face, fiddling with your towel and giving him one of those looks that he could never look away from. "that actually sounds really fun."

he made a fist in victory, backing towards the door. "pick out something nice to wear, i'll match you. i have to make sure they have a table real fast. you don't happen to have a ring, do you?"

you looked over to the dresser, where a tray of jewelry sat. "yours wouldn't fit any of my fingers, huh?"

"well, it's only the one finger that matters," joshua pointed out, eyebrows raised, and you giggled at him. "it's fine, we can find a shitty one on the way."

that made you laugh out loud. "so romantic," you said, shoulder popping up to your chin sassily.

"only the best for you," he winked, finger gun being the last thing you saw as he left.

the statement was repeated later, joshua's tone facetious and teasing as he shoved coins into a gacha machine in your local mall, the pair of you being massively overdressed to be betting on which squishy gudetama your spare change was going to gift you. you wanted the rolled omelet - of course, who wouldn't? - but that was exactly why joshua was positive you would never get it. you had already placed the almost convincing ring that had popped out of the previous machine on your finger, it's greatest giveaway being the plastic seam you could feel between your knuckles, but glittered vaguely in the light in a way that you were sure emulated a real stone. if you kept moving, no one would be able to notice that the silver had no depth to it.

joshua sucked his lips between his teeth, exerting much more effort on the reusable capsule than one would think it needed. he huffed when it popped open, displaying the contents as you both peeked in.

"oh my god!" you giggled, immediately picking the little rolled omelet out of the capsule and tearing open the plastic packaging. "gudetamagoyaki!"

joshua stared at you. "that's insane. i've watched seokmin pull eight of the steamed egg squishes out of this exact machine."

you thought for a second. "well, yeah. we're each others' good luck charm."

he laughed, an endeared light in his eyes as he watched you gesture between the two of you. he put the capsule in the provided bin on top of the machines and fell into step beside you as you left the gacha arcade. "please elaborate."

"your promotion," you said immediately, hooking your arm under his as he took the inanimate animated egg from you to squish between his fingers. "you got the editor position because you came back for a proper kiss."

he turned his head to you, and there was a laugh just threatening to burst from his lips at the sight of your proud face. "right, nothing to do with my years of dedicated work, aggressive networking, and sheer ambition. not like i went to college for this exact reason or whatever."

"exactly," you agreed, as if he had just stated that the sky was blue, displaying your ringed finger in front of you as you exited the mall and headed towards the car. "and you were my first viral video."

joshua's head cocked as he stared at your hand. "now that's true."

you looked over to him. "so was the other one."

he smiled at you. "right."

you looked back at the ring. "this is so goofy."

he laughed as you pulled it off your finger, putting it in his outstretched palm as he led you across the parking lot. "it only has to be convincing for half an hour."

you chewed your cheek, spotting joshua's car right where the two of you had left it. "and i have to say yes to get the dessert?"

joshua rolled his eyes dramatically. "alright, you can walk home."

"i'm kidding!" you laughed, tugging on his arm, and he let a sly smile sneak through his annoyed facade, hand fishing in the pocket of his pants to unlock the car. "i won't be able to say no when you ask me for real, so i might not get the chance again."

a smirk stretched across his face as he pulled open the passenger door. "you act like we won't absolutely pull this scam again."

you laughed, telling him he was so right, and rewarding his chivalry with a quick kiss on his upturned lips before dropping into the car.

joshua's hand always found you. it wasn't even a conscious action for him anymore, you were pretty sure - a habit at this point, a natural proclivity to brushing his fingers over the small of your back to prompt you to distractedly step up in line at a café, or rubbing his thumbs into your shoulders when he checked on you while you edited on the weekends. today, his hand slid over your thigh as soon as he had navigated back to a main road, a sign that he had settled into the drive. he peeked over at you when you put your palm over his hand, squeezing at his fingers, and he squeezed your thigh back when you gave him a tiny smile.

"feel any better?" he asked, checking his side mirror quickly as he merged.

you let out a breath. "a lot better. thank you for this."

"i'm being selfish," he said quickly, making you sputter out a laugh that got him to join you. "have you seen their sweets platter? i need to eat those donuts."

and while the dessert was the purpose of visiting gangnam on this particular wednesday, everything else about the meal was just as beautiful and delicious as you hoped it would be. you felt ridiculous, absolutely, spending way too much money for a gourmet meal on a random week night just for the idea of a free dessert, but perhaps that inside joke was part of what made the evening so fun. being able to make quick eye contact that only had meaning between the two of you, stifling a giggle that made him smile and clear his throat. the plates you had been sharing were almost empty, signifying a nearing end to your stay in gangnam and the question you had been waiting for all night.

"here," joshua said, pushing the entree plate towards you lightly. "the steak was good, you eat the last of it."

you pouted at him. "are you sure? you can have it."

he shook his head at you. "saving space," he said, hand on his stomach and giving you a subtle wink. you giggled and picked up your fork to make the last perfect bite. he watched you stab the last bit of greens and meat, scooping up as much of the sauce as you could before depositing the whole affair in your mouth, and he grinned when you made a noise of enjoyment. "it looks tastier when you eat, anyways."

"this is why i like eating with you," you said after you swallowed, fully savoring the rich sauce and tender meat. "usually i'm the one making other people take the last bite."

he gave you a look - the look, you realized, the one he gave you when he was about to say something brain meltingly cheesy that would always make you giggle and hit him playfully. your name dripped with honey, a sweet song from his lips, and despite knowing exactly what was coming, having already rehearsed your parts of the act in your head before getting seated, you couldn't help but feel slightly caught off guard, heart racing when his hand reached for you across the table and when his eyes met yours. "can you promise to share meals with me for the rest of our lives?"

you blinked helplessly at him, his smile widening at how shell shocked you looked. he slid off his chair, hand still holding yours as he gently got down on one knee beside your table. "joshua, what are you-"

"darling," he interrupted, eyebrows raised playfully at you, one hand reaching back to fish the trinket out of his sports coat's pocket. "i'll always let you have the last bite, so," he paused a second, looking up at you, and you could have sworn there was something genuine behind the almost awe struck chuckle that fell from his curved lips. "do me the honor of staying by my side."

your breath caught, and if you didn't feel the eyes of neighboring tables on you, you probably would have smacked the shit out of him for flustering you like that in public. but you fancied yourself an actor, so instead, you pushed your palm to your face as you conjured tears to your waterline. you even let yourself get caught up in the magic of the moment as he pulled the ring forward, the dim lighting of the restaurant making it even more believable than you had expected, your eyes flashing between it and joshua. you started to nod, small at first, then firmer when you finally laughed out a yes.

people were clapping, you were pretty sure, when joshua scraped the plastic ring onto your finger, grinning wide as you both stood, his arms naturally running up your body and catching you in the kind of hug that could make your knees go weak. and even though you had an innate distaste for the relationship checkpoints society projected on romance, and even though joshua had agreed instantly that he didn't think you were the kind of couple that needed a ring and a piece of paper to prove that they love each other, and even though this was all just a scam to get free dessert, you still broke your rule about public affection. your fingers combed through the hair on the back of his head, and you pulled away from the hug just enough to kiss him.

joshua seemed shocked for just a second by your vigor, and if he commented on it later you would absolutely tell him it was just for the performance, but he sunk into your lips, his hand running over your waist.

he hummed when you pulled away. "that steak sauce was really good."

"gross, joshua," you laughed, gently pushing him back to his seat with a cheesy grin on his face.

it took less than three minutes for the prophesied dessert platter to arrive, complete with chocolate writing that congratulated you on your (fake) engagement and an assurance that it was on the house from the waitress - though joshua was more interested in the donuts than the sentiment. he immediately swiped the pastry through the chocolate ganache script for the flavor benefit, and for just a moment, a sweet thought floated through your head as his entire face dropped in shock before he solemnly told you they were absolutely insane. you giggled before selecting one yourself, swiping it similarly through the ganache, and though you would never say it out loud, there was no one on the planet you would rather devote the rest of your sweet thoughts to.

even if the engagement was a scam.

#hehe #caratwritersclub #josh #joshua hong imagines #joshua hong scenarios #joshua hong fluff #seventeen imagines #seventeen scenarios #seventeen fluff #i wrote dis #classic #hehehehehheheheheheh

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lovecanbesostrange · 8 months

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*nasal voice* as an artist: movie ask 3! also 5 and 11 (bc I, too, love me some "problematic" tropes sometimes)

3. Post a screenshot and ramble on about why this one frame visually appeals to you (colors, blocking, expression, set decoration whatever).

omg this question is so hard. It could be random, like pick the last movie, take a screen, write. But I ended up clicking through dozens of films, watching a lot of fav moments. From Firth & Moore on the carpet in A Single Man, to Ken Watanabe standing in front of Godzilla in G:KotM, then the whole ending to Midsommar, had a quick cry about seeing the hanging shoes in Jojo Rabbit, looked at the way Amy returns in Gone Girl, that shot through the bars in Hustlers, or all the gorgeous bizarre shots that make up Annihilation, also I went through the whole of Fox' X-Men franchise, because I have so many moments I cherish (it is the best superhero franchise as a whole, even though the parts alone are mostly just mediocre, the sum of it is amazing)... then I was downstairs for a snack and a tv spot reminded me that Cruella exists, so I cave with this one:

You hear the name Cruella and what do you think about? Dalmatians and a black&white theme. With the fur she wants and the hair she has. And then this movie gives us a theme party. And it is very, very important that everything is strictly black and white only. It's a whole thing. Except Cruella has a plan and she's gonna be a distraction. She is disruption. She will make everybody look. With the color red. And I am here for it!

This moment was in all the trailers, you know it's coming. Yet while watching I'm always excited nearing this fabulous entrance. And it's not the effect of how she gets rid of her white coat with the flame, it's the absolute contrast to everything around her. Perfectly framed in... a door frame. An entrance for the ages. Introducing herself. Introducing the alter ego. The different persona. I am so here for that.

The whole film is about style. The visuals are gorgeous, the music filling the rest of the mood. This is what movies are for! Colored pictures in motion with sound - to invoke feelings. And here you know something big is happening. There is a stage set. It's all planned. In-story for the characters and for the viewers watching the screen.

There is nothing new or super groundbreaking. It's all about using well known tools in an effective way. And it tells us something about the character. Ella is used to being in the background, while dreaming about fashion she tries hard to not stand out (that would interfere with her little criminal endeavours and get unwanted attention for sure). But this is the birth of Cruella on the scene. Bold. Loud. Drawing all eyes on her. (And also startling people, because being a bit scary is fine.)

*chef's kiss* Sometimes a little bit of flair is all I need. Not even attached to any emotional outburst. Can we just applaud films for using the full spectrum of the medium for its own sake every once in a while, just to entertain?!

5. A character who deserves their own spin-off.

The very obvious, tumblr-friendly answer: Riley Johnson (Aubrey Plaza) from Happiest Season. Show me her life, show me she's good at her work and give me some fun disaster dates she goes on, trying to find somebody a bit more longterm. Witty, forgiving, a bit guarded and then opening up in a non tragic way. Hmm, sadly that's it. I don't even have fancasts for a row dates or anything. Just give me romcom fun with a dash of that specific Plaza-charme. (Not against reuniting her with Rachel Keller from Legion.)

11. A trope or setting you know is mishandled a lot and carries a huge problematic/toxic burden, yet you do enjoy it?

I am highly aware how terrible representation and portrayal of anything mental health/illness related films (and tv) overall are. Especially how most people are not knife wielding dangers to the general public. I am very much about treating people with dignity and respect, not judging but helping. I have seen/experienced things, I know reality.

However horror (next to sci-fi) is my fav genre. And you give me a movie that starts with "in a mental asylum", I'm in. Be it A Nightmare on Elm Street 3 with teens thrown in a hospital (despite telling the truth and not self-harming) or Grave Encounters with supernatural shenanigans in a former bad place. I love M. Night Shyamalan's Split, because James McAvoy plays all those personalities so well. Nobody ever should think about that film when talking about actual disassociative identity disorder!

We need to have that conversation about demonizing mental illness. But yes, here I sit being audience for horror films using it as a gimmick (always glad when it leans into supernatural territory).

I am also absolutely the audience for films like Girl, Interrupted or One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest. Both dvds are on the shelf. Great films. But sometimes I just want John Carpenter's The Ward or plain old Psycho. A film like The Babadook working with metaphors for deep dark soul dives isn't exactly an easy watch, so I'll take some "criminally insane" slashers as well.

#myfawnwy #in the memetime #no really I spent way too much time of my day today watching X-Men scenes and then not talking about any of it...

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day0walkersdrafts · 6 months

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Benny retreats to the kitchen after the moderately embarrassing display. He’s not exactly sure which of them should be the humiliated one—him or the girl—but he certainly knows he’s the only one tracking mess. And it might be his apartment, but he can already feel Xavier’s huffy day-after mood storming up the place as he cleans through a hangover. Which no one ever asks him to do, but he martyrs himself into every single time anyway.

He palms cocktail juice off his face, flicking his hand at the sink, where little grapefruit colored droplets land in murky water. Someone had dumped ice into the sink and shoved beers there, just another cold storage for the party. But it’s melted now, cans bobbing. It’s loud outside the relatively quiet bubble of the kitchen. After the momentary silence to watch Benny stand there, face dripping wet with a drink, it’s noisy again. Party continues, full of lie. He leans against the counter, rubbing at his unfortunate, sensitive eyes.

“Wow—what was her fucking problem?”

He blinks through his splayed fingers and Maran—of fucking course, of all fucking people, Maran—stands there. His face is twisted into righteous indignation, which looks good on him. Though, Benny isn’t sure if there is an expression under the sun that Maran wouldn’t pull off. Even with the sting of whatever mixer the girl had used making his eyes water, Benny takes a good long moment to stare at Maran. Who he stares at a lot.

But he’d shown up at the party late, had slid in through a group of people with that intoxicating and big smile. Breathing heavy like he’d run all the way and maybe he had because Benji had shown up earlier. He and Xavier had already fucked off, as they tended to do. This was his first time seeing Maran, actually seeing him since the party had started.

Benny licks alcohol off his lips and drops his hands.

“She ke-keeps trying to get me to fuck her. And I’m not interested.”

Maran’s lip curls in disgust, arms crossing over his chest as he steps closer into the kitchen. It’s moderately sized. The three bedroom he’d managed to snag for downright cheap compared to most city pricing accommodates the men living there nicely. It fits a round breakfast table that’s currently stacked with snacks and empty (and not empty) solo cups. There is plenty of room for the two of them to be standing there comfortably, and yet Maran seems to take unconscious steps toward Benny.

“You’re joking? Why’d she throw a drink in your face?”

“I called her ugly.”

The pink haired boy laughs, like a bubble popping. From his chest. His eyes widen and then his smile takes over his face and he looks away. Swings his head to the left as he slowly lets his hip connect with the kitchen counter. Benny stands there, sticky from the alcohol, trying not to keep staring at him. But there’s so much of Maran that warrants staring. Like the bob of his throat, or the high points of his cheek bones, or how many freckles he has. They’re bigger and darker than Xavier’s. Prettier, Benny thinks, shamelessly.

“Well, alright. That’s rude, but not throw a drink in your face rude.”

“I m-might have said it meaner than that,” Benny admits, shrugging with his own grin. Sometimes he wishes he could smile like Maran or like Xavier, even like Lark. But Benny sort of smiles like a criminal whose not yet committed a crime. In the act, someone had once told him, about his curling, sneer of a smile. But when Maran looks at him, his face going a bit red (and not from the beer, Benny suspects) he can’t help but like his smile then. It’s effective. Works on Maran.

When he turns to the sink, they’re basically side by side now. The thrum of people and music in the next room feels distant even though its only a few steps away. Benny tugs the faucet attachment and turns the water on. He leans over the sink and begins hosing himself down, scratching a messy hand through his pale hair.

Benny is licking the water from his lips when he straightens. His hand shakes his hair out more. The water soaks his shirt collar, pours down his front. Benny blinks the water out his eyes, gives himself a little shake all over like he can dog-dry his way out of this.

Maran’s arms are still tight over his chest but his head is tilted back; focused on the ceiling as if there’s something interesting up there. Benny’s eyes flick up, just to double check there isn’t. Like mold or a leak from the upstairs. But it’s still just the cream colored popcorn ceiling it’s always been. He reaches out and puts a hand on the counter, right next to Maran’s hip. He shifts his weight there, leaning forward. They’re the same height, actually. He’d noticed that. He’d liked that.

Standing as he is puts him just slightly below Maran, looking up at him.

“My ceiling interesting?” he asks in a conspiratorial whisper. “X-Ray vision? Tr-trying to spy?”

“No!” Maran dips his chin down, which lets them stare at each other. The color on his cheeks has gone downright flushed and beautiful. It looks lively on him, where Benny always felt pink in his cheeks highlighted how pale he was. Made him look like a fucking Victorian. Maran looks so painfully handsome—blinking his dark lashes, brows risen up on his forehead. He’s smiling again.

Benny’s other hand lands on the counter on the opposite side of Maran, effectively caging him there.

“Having fun?”

“What?”

“The party,” Benny indicates with a tilt of his head. He likes this position. He doesn’t feel underneath Maran, even though he’s leaning as he is, and looking up at him. He feels infinitesimally in control. It’s nice. Makes his hands flex on the counter, which Maran seems to notice, his dark brown eyes lingering on one of them for a moment.

“Oh,” Maran replies. “Well—I was, but—that was like really fuckin’ rude, Ben, you know?”

For some reason it makes Benny feel weirdly vulnerable for a moment. That Maran is stuck on it. His sense of right and wrong are so strong sometimes, he’s watched Maran stop someone from stepping on a bug on the sidewalk. He’s seen Maran tear up at missing cat posters—he’s seen him save one before so he could look out for them. To be on the receiving end of that bottomless well of care makes Benny’s stomach flip.

He straights somewhat, which he does not mean to have the effect on Maran it does, but he can’t help but notice the little shift. Benny laughs and steps away.

“I’m used to it.”

“It’s your apartment—want me to kick her out, yeah? I bet I could find her.”

Benny’s and curls into Maran’s shirt just as he’s about to walk away, a determined set to his pretty jawline. He stops quickly, nearly comically, sneakers squeaking on the kitchen floor. Benny breathes out slowly, his fingers uncurling. He pats Maran’s chest softly.

“Yo-You could do me a different favor.”

“Oh,” Maran blinks in surprise. “Sure, Ben. What’s, uh, what’s up?” He’s treated to Maran’s eyes widening again as Benny puts a hand to the back of his own, now definitely soaked shirt. He grabs from the back of his neck and slowly pulls the shirt off himself. He tosses it into the corner of the kitchen with little regard and Maran is once again looking up at the ceiling.

“You’re we-wearing two shirts,” Benny points out. And Maran is. He’s sort of authentic about his fashion in that way. Doesn’t buy the shirts meant to look layered—actually has a bright yellow shirt on over top a baby blue long sleeve. The colors should clash, but they don’t, because it looks soft and nice on him. Goes well with his darker complexion—and Maran is all colors all the time anyway. He looks so good in them.

“Yeah,” Maran breathes out, shuffling on his feet. “Right! Yeah.” He laughs and then begins the almost awkward process of pulling the short sleeve off. Benny suddenly feels evil and maybe a little guilty, because both shirts rise up to show his stomach. It’s soft, with such a gentle definition to it. Hints to core strength—and Benny now has to live with the knowledge that Maran also dyes his happy trail, because it’s pastel pink underneath his belly button.

Benny feels a warm tightening in his chest, looking at Maran pull off a layer of clothing. His cheeks are still flushed, dark and adorable. There’s a definite shyness to his expression, this gently tucked away smile. His bashfulness opens up Benny’s chest painfully—he wants to reach out, take his face, kiss that little hidden smile. He wants to slide his tongue there, he wants to take Maran and spin him around and shove the snacks off the table. Benny wants Maran; wants him so bad.

Instead, he takes the shirt. He doesn’t put it on right away.

“You c-can ask.”

“You have like—I mean, more than Benji,” Maran laughs. “Which is like a feat, ‘cause I always thought—I mean, I really thought you couldn’t do more than him.”

Benny points to the barb wire wrapping his bicep.

“We match.”

“Who?”

It gets him to laugh then, this really loud laugh that shocks him because it’s right from his chest. Full and actually happy. Maran. Fucking Maran.

“Benji has barb w-wire tattoos, right?”

“Oh, yeah. Wow.” Maran laughs out softly. “Are they everywhere?” He seems to immediately regret the question, because he steps back and hits the kitchen counter and stabilizes himself with a hand there. He swallows, audibly and very visually. Benny works his arms into the shirt and slowly pulls it on over himself.

Maran wears his shirts big, but it fits on his broad shoulders well. He’s a little heftier than the other man.

“Yeah,” Benny replies, reaching for the fridge and opening it. “Hey, do you w-want to—” Benny pulls out two sodas from the fridge. He’d really meant for beer, or thought he had anyway. Or one of those alcoholic seltzers, just anything that was more…party. Instead, it’s root beer and Maran’s eyes sort of light up.

“Do you w-want to hang out in my room?” Benny asks, holding one out. Maran takes it quickly, stepping forward with an exuberance that can’t be a lie. He pops the tab, the soda fizzling. Benny watches him take a quick sip—and thinks how insane it is that he’d just been shirtless, had just been heavily flirting and shirtless, but watching Maran do that feels almost more sinful.

“Can we watch more of that show from before?”

“Man, y-you’re my favorite,” Benny says, slinging an arm around Maran’s shoulders and leading him away.

#benny #maran #benny x maran #uni au

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The entire village assumed that Ms. Grenaway was a witch, and this amused Tantomile to no end. Her mistress was the most painfully mundane, non-magical human she had ever met in this current life, with almost childishly dull eyes bereft of any glimpses of far-off cosmos or primordial sea, a voice that trembled with the age of a single lifetime, thoughts you could only sense if she spoke them aloud, and hands that only warmed if she held them over the stove too long. There was no hint of the spark, the little simmer of two charged souls recognizing each other, that she felt every time Mistoffelees or Hathor or little Jemima came to visit, and of course none of the resonance she felt with Coricopat. In fact, what she could see of the old woman’s soul was the same limp, watery color as any other human. This wasn’t necessarily a bad thing in Tanto’s eyes. It didn’t cancel out her excellent palate for chicken and seafood, her valiant attempts at conversation (humans didn’t have the tongue for it, bless them, but the effort was appreciated), and her lovely home with plenty of sunny patches and cozy dark crannies. It simply was--she no more expected magic from any human than she expected wings from any cow.

However, according to most humans, there was something odd about an unmarried, rather reclusive woman living off the beaten path in an old house with a sprawling, “overgrown” garden (and multiple cats, no less!). That, too, might have been a neutral statement, but different humans had different feelings on the matter. Adults, Tanto noticed, tended to be a lot more tentative. She heard quite a few whispers past the front gate about how “unnatural” it was, about how “a woman her age really ought to have settled down”... a ridiculous notion on its face. She’d like to hear someone tell Hathor she ought to drop her current life and find a mate just for the sake of having one. Many of the women commented how “sad” and “terribly lonely” Ms. Grenaway must be, as if she didn’t enjoy the company of her cats and her roommate, dear Mr. Lewis, perfectly well or find any contentment in her work. Even the humans who came to buy her herbal remedies treated it like something unsavory. It couldn’t be simpler in Tanto’s eyes–ginkgo for the heart, elderberry for the head and lungs, St. John’s Wort for sleep, turmeric for pain, and parsley for the blood and liver. No different than what she would give any of the Junkyard cats who came looking for healing (the rosemary for grey hair was quite another matter, and she resolved to study those effects a little closer to settle her skepticism). But so many humans held their newly-sold bottles and boxes like they were bombs about to go off. For all their head-shaking and finger-waggling about “superstition” and “unscientific nonsense”, they were certainly willing to give a great deal of money away, only to treat a handful of herbs like something sinister. Tanto couldn’t understand it and didn’t feel any great urge to waste her time trying.

The children, on the other paw… children had a very different reaction. Tanto noticed that their whispers about Ms. Grenaway’s so-called “powers” came with a hint of excitement, the same kind she’d hear from the kittens telling each other stories on the rubbish piles. One boy had insisted that she never married because she turned all her prospective husbands to toads for this or that offense, which gave Tanto a good chuckle at the mental image. A pair of sisters assumed the house was haunted and assigned her far greater abilities as a medium than she had in reality. And one imaginative little chap wondered where she kept her familiar, which they imagined to be a little devil or dragon that rode around on her shoulder. Sometimes they would flock together at the very end of the path or, if they were feeling bold, right up next to the front gate, hoping to catch a glimpse. And sometimes, if she had some free time and felt a more whimsical mood overtake her, Ms. Grenaway would invite them in for tea. She’d brew up enough chamomile and lavender and bake enough fruit cobbler to feed Jennyanydots’ entire class and sit the little ones down in the kitchen, answering questions and spinning yarns Gus would be proud of and letting them look at all her stock as they lay drying. There were always a few who took a genuine interest in what all the herbs and flowers did, and Tanto would drape herself around her human’s neck like a scarf as she gave an explanation. And those same few she could always rely on to give exemplary chin and ear scratches. If only they knew, if only she could tell them where the true magic of the house came from…

At the very least, she mused, she would have no shortage of stories for Coricopat later.

#Told you I'd write more about Tanto and Cori's owners one day <3 #cats the musical #tantomile

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Since I'm new over here, purrhaps some introductions are in order? I'm Nyxe, and I've been making derpy screenshots for my main, Phae, since HW! I started out as a pink-haired miqo on Insta, but several dozen fantasias later, Phae's "true" form is definitely midlander hyur.

Phaemera - Leviathan - Primal

Birth name: Fhlae Mercer (yuck?)

Hails from a rich merchant family in Ishgard, youngest of four children (twin brothers are the eldest, one older sister). Disgusted by their cutthroat techniques and willingness to do anything to get ahead, and aware of the disdain from other families in Ishgard (who merely tolerate the Mercers because of their effectiveness), Phae left home at a young age to make her own way in the world. She hasn't spoken to them since, and avoids any attempts to find her. To her annoyance, Rowena seems to know both Phae's family and true name.

Natural white hair and blue-green eyes, tendency to dye hair pink. Known to change names, eye and hair colors to suit her mood, or to avoid attention. Sometimes disguises herself as other races entirely. Adept at appearing boringly average when called for, but prefers to let her personal tastes shine.

As a teenager, she was caught trying to pickpocket a member of the Rogue's Guild in Limsa Lominsa and subsequently taken under their wing. While she has come far and learned many other trades since then, she does not forget her roots, and still considers the Guild to be family. Became a Machinist out of respect for Stephanivien's vision and willingness to break from his family's tradition, as well as admiration for the Admiral. Became a Dark Knight at a low point in her life, stuck with it to harness the powers of darkness in a positive manner so that others need not walk the path of shadow.

Embraced the Warrior of Light mantle readily, and welcomes the title of Lightbringer. She considered it a chance to do the most good in the world, even if she knows at times the legend is far more impressive than reality. Feels it's important for the people to have a symbol to look up to; her affinity for stars and celestial themes stems from this, and a wish to be a "light in the darkness."

Easily bored, slightly absentminded, always restless. Zero respect for authority unless earned, speaks her mind with little regard for the consequences. Hates fake or formal people. Outwardly optimistic, spontaneous and easygoing, with a desire to see the best in people that sometimes borders on irrational. Inwardly less cheerful and naive, but still maintains a desire to believe in others. Despite her empathetic nature, she has trouble getting close to others and only has a handful of close friends. Sullen and moody at times; on these occasions, she withdraws to a number of "hiding places" to clear her mind. As her family rose to power with no regard to whom they stepped on, Phae desires to leave things better than she finds them, in whatever minor ways she can. Rarely stays in one place for long.

Canon mounts: Black Pegasus, Amaro, Battle Panther, SDS Fenrir. Canon minions: Silver Dasher, Byakko Cub, Amaro Hatchling. Canon weapons: Outsider, Makai Hand Mortar, Xiphias Eureka, Edenchoir Greatsword. Favorite earrings: White Ravens.

Influences: Ax (my original RP character, a loud, foul-mouthed, cheerful but troubled human warrior), Arya Stark (A Song of Ice and Fire), Tohru Honda (Fruits Basket), chaos (Xenosaga), Lyra Silvertongue (His Dark Materials)

That's all for Phae, I'll do more introductions for the rest of my characters when I'm less lazy!

#ffxiv #ff14 #final fantasy xiv #final fantasy 14 #ffxiv oc #wol #warrior of light #midlander #hyur midlander

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pupvivi · 2 years

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Jungeun felt foolish. But he couldn't take his mind off what was bothering him, even with Jane ass up, face down before him. His thrusts slowed until he was just resting inside of her. He caught his breath and just took in the sight.

He already pays for regular sex from her, and the worst thing she can say is no. So swallowing his nerves, he opened his mouth.

"I need a favor." He started.

"I already told you anal costs extra and you'd have to supply everything to get me nice and clean." Jane rolled her eyes. She didn't know why Jungeun was now actively cockwarming her, but if he didn't get to the point soon, she would push him over and chase her own pleasure.

Not that he would dislike that.

"That's not," Haseul didn't have to look to know that Jungeun was blushing. "Anyway. I need a favor. A non-sexual? kind of favor."

Haseul allowed herself to pull back and roll on to her side. She needed to look at Jungeun to see if just where he was going with this.

"I'm getting promoted soon, and I'll probably have to say some things about my company, and well...I need a plus one and I was hoping you'd be willing to join me for that night. I'll still pay you and everything, I just need to show off a little bit."

Jungeun looked so embarrassed by his request. He couldn't even look down at Jane who was at this point gaping up at him. A snort escaped, before she could form any words. "Oh my god."

Jungeun covered his face in shame. The fact that he was asking Jane this was too embarrassing. He wouldn't be surprised if this was the last time he'd see her.

The bed shifted, and his hands are pulled away from his face. He could smell that perfume that Jane always wore when she came over, and his hands were guided back to her body. "Tell you what. You finish what we were doing here, and I'll think about your favor, okay? When would this be happening anyway?" She was trying to shift the mood back to how it was, and the way she felt Jungeun's cock twitch against her stomach told her it was much appreciated.

"This Friday." He groaned at the bite to his neck. Jungeun was really pushing his luck with Jane. But she did say to continue, so that's what he was going to do. "I can get you a nice dress too, it'll match my suit."

The idea of a week dressed Jungeun did excite Haseul a bit. She's seen him in various work attire. Usually nice slacks and a nice collared shirt. Sometimes a sweater if it's cold. Each and every time, she would enjoy ridding him of each article of clothes until he was exposed.

"Mmm, bet you would look nice." She hummed, assisting Jungeun with lining back up and sinking right back into her pussy. Try as she does, her body does flair up when with him. She just knew how to fuck, for someone who can't get a girlfriend that is.

Jungeun shifted them back down on to the bed, Haseul now pressed against the mattress. Cock once again splitting her in half, and Jungeun just admiring the view. His hips finally starting to move, and he ignored the pain of nails digging into his shoulder.

He was given a task and he'd be damned if he didn't finish that.

Friday came faster than the two expected, and Jungeun was now pacing in his room, while Haseul took in his suit. Black pants, accented with a maroon colored dress shirt, it made Jungeun glow, and Haseul took in the sight of his binder, even offering assistance with it when he’d just gotten out of the shower moments prior. It was cute to see him like this, usually she only got to see when Jungeun was horny or in the mood to give instead of receive pleasure.

“Are you always this nervous?” She asked, effectively making him stop pacing and face her. His hair still needed to be styled, but besides that and maybe a touch of make up, he was ready to face this promotion.

“Not when I have to sell this ‘fake girlfriend’ thing. Like what if I say the same thing, or someone asks me something we didn't practice? It’ll look weird and everything will crumble.” Again, he was overthinking everything, and while Haseul would love more than anything to just tease him for being a worrier of the uncertain, she instead decided to be nice about it.

“Come here.” She pat the spot on his bed, urging him to sit down. “If someone asks something about me, I’ll answer it. You don't have to know every detail about me to sell this. We’re going to be fine, okay?” She made sure to cup his cheek, further making sure that her words sank in nicely.

Jungeun nodded, unable to look away. Jane looked so nice in the dress he’d picked out for her. Well, they both picked it out, but he knew upon seeing it, that it would look perfectly on her. It hugged her figure so well, and the heels she picked out, added a few inches, giving Haseul the extra height to look taller than him.

It was hot.

“We should go.” Jungeun cleared his throat. If he allowed his thoughts to wonder, he would probably end up late to his own party. Not that Jane would complain, she liked when he was needy, especially for her.

Besides they had plans of celebrating afterwards anyway.

The placed smelled of high end, finger food that was meant to piss off your stomach with each tease of a single bite of food. Flutes of champagne that tempted Haseul with each passing moment. As well as the smell of expensive perfume of the trophy wives of business men.

But wasn't that the role she was playing tonight? Was she any better than them, pretending to laugh and smile at these people she would never see again?

The hand on the small of her back said otherwise, Jungeun did his best to guide them through the crowd. Shaking hands with those needed, and engaging in brief, yet polite conversation. Haseul only speaking when addressed, and mainly just keeping Jungeun company.

"Still okay?" Jungeun asked into their first hour here. He wasn't going on stage for another half hour. Yet he was concerned with Jane. How sweet. She patted his cheek in an all too familiar way, and took pleasure at the red on his cheeks.

"I'm good, don't worry about me. It's your night." She reminded, before pinching his cheeks.

"You would tell me if you wanted to go, right? Don't feel obligated to please me." He whispered, closer to her ear so that only Jane could hear him. The gesture sent a shiver down her spine, and she hitched her breath, just a little.

Haseul nodded.

Jungeun grabbed her hand and pressed a kiss to the back of it. Doing his best to play up the affection, even if it was for tonight. Be would proudly show off Jane to the rest of the world if he has the chance. "Let's do another lap, if these people like anything it's being social."

The two continued to appeal to those around them, just missing a pair of eyes looking at them with a mixture of confusion.

Jungeun's speech went well, and the applause for his promotion was sweet. Haseul stood near the stage, waiting for Jungeun to come down and they would move on to the dinner.

But instead someone bumped into her. "I thought you seemed familiar. Jane, was it?" Haseul tensed. Only a handful of people knew her by that name. Her friends from America, and former clients. She turned to face the man, and of course she was right.

"I believe you have me confused for someone else, sir." Try as she did, he simply quirked an eyebrow at her.

"No, I definitely remember you. Seoul back a few years ago. You still selling yourself? Does he know?" The look in his eyes darked at the thought of spilling the beans to Jungeun, and for once, Haseul was scared. Not for her safety, but the possibility of ruining this night if he decided to open his mouth.

"Sorry I took so long, oh, am I interrupting something?" Jungeun slipped an arm around Haseul. He didn't immediately look at her and she nervously shook her head. "Can I assist you? We're quite hungry."

Jungeun remembered this man, he was a sorry excuse of a man. Always cheating on his wife, but still the remained together. "How is the accounting department? I've been meaning to check up on your team." He steered the direction of the conversation. Making sure no one was paying them any attention.

"Everything goes well. Big quarter sales, you know the good stuff. But I do have a question for you." He leaned in, a too pleased look on his face. "Is she worth the price? Because when I was with her she overcharged."

If Jungeun was surprised at the statement, he hid it well. "I don't understand your question, but I don't like the tone you're using towards me or my girlfriend." His tone was controlled. "I will be contacting HR in regards to this conversation."

The man paled before Jungeun. His bravado shrinking at the thoughts of being punished. "I'm just saying, your girlfriend is a whore. Dump her and save yourself the trouble and risk."

Anger flared up at his words. But instead of lashing out, he simply sighed. "Maybe you shouldn't have drank so much alcohol, you're coming up with these crazy stories. My girlfriend isn't interested in you, and I think it's time you left." Jungeun's voice was enough to draw a few curious eyes.

Haseul watched in awe at how he handled the situation. Those who were paying attention to them would simply see a flustered man trying to goad Jungeun into reacting. "Again, I will be contacting HR. Please don't try and hit in taken women again, it's unbecoming of you and ruins the reputation of our company."

Jungeun once again took Jane's hand giving it a gentle squeeze, more so to ground himself, as he watched the man slink off. If he was smart, he would do to his desk and clear it, as he won't be having a job after the report goes through. Enough high profile people were here and witnessed what just happened.

Once the mood was gone, Haseul pressed herself against Jungeun, hiding her face against his shoulder. "I'm sorry."

"You have nothing to be sorry about. He tried to embarrass you and ruin the night." Anger was still evident in his tone, his body tense against Haseul. But the comfort of his touch was a good start. "He was an idiot for trying to hurt you." Lips pressed against Haseul's cheek.

The rest of the night was uneventful. Jungeun was still smiling, a bit more forced that he would like, but his hand remained in Jane's, up until it was time to leave. His jacket now on her shoulders, as the left the building. The air was colder, and Jungeun's car was still being brought up by the company in charge of parking for the event.

"I'm glad that's over with." Jungeun sighed, pushing hair out of his face. It was getting long again. He looked around before speaking again. "I'll compensate for that asshole. You didn't deserve to have that happen to you."

Haseul couldn't believe her ears. "I won't accept it. Tonight was about you, and my past caught up to me and almost ruined that. The dress and what you paid already was enough." She left no room for argument. The flashing of car lights ended that conversation.

Jungeun assisted her into the car before going to his side and sliding in. The engine roared gently, before they were off.

He tapped nervously on the wheel, uncertain what to say. His mask off for the night, and he didn't know if Jane was upset at him or not. "I didn't mean to overstep."

Jane hummed.

There was a pause. "Would you like me to drop your off somewhere else, you don't have to stay with me tonight."

"Are you always so beaten after being rejected? I said I wouldn't accept the extra money, but didn't say anything about wanting to go home."

Jungeun breathed in sharply through his nose. He wasn't beaten, he just didn't want to assume anything. He opened his mouth to apologize again, but then closed it. They were at a red light, the last one for a while, as he was going to be merging into the highway.

"So you do want to stay?"

Jane threw her hands up. "Yes, and I want you to fuck me when we get back. I think we both need a release after that. Then we're going to talk."

True to her words, they did have sex. If was phenomenal as well. Jungeun hardly needed much work up either, as Jane was about to slip out of her dress with ease, hooded eyes and a beckoning finger was all he needed to follow her back to his room.

His own clothes left behind with each step. Hungry kisses were exchanged, greedy hands grabbing at whatever they could touch. Hips, breast, ass. Everything was free game.

But something still felt off, the way Jane kept her eyes closed. Usually she felt them open, goading Jungeun wordlessly to continue, or offering advice on what would please her the most.

But she left that up for Jungeun, taking whatever was offered to her. Fingers in her mouth that was used to loosen her up, Jungeun bucking against her thigh, in the meantime.

His words of praise when she finally opened up enough to take his cock, he could worship her so night if given the chance, and maybe Haseul would finally let him.

Her orgasm washed over her, surprising Jungeun but not stopping him either. She reached another before he finally bottomed out and finished, both of them panting.

"Can I ask you a favor this time?" Jane asked, her voice smaller than usual. Her cheeks dark, but not from their previous activities. Her hair was fanned out in his pillows, completely surrounded by his scent

"Anything." Jungeun replied, and she knew he meant it.

She pulled him down, until his ear was right next to her mouth. "I want you to call me by my real name, and then fuck me like you mean it."

Jungeun's body shivered at her request. He learned her real name earlier today, and while he said it for introductions, he was still calling her Jane out of pure respect.

But it works seem that professionalism was out the window. Pulling back, he shifted until he was in his knees, pulling Haseul with him. "I-" he seemed conflicted. "I don't think I can do the second half."

Haseul sat up, worried she fucked up royally, until she got a good look at his face. It was as flushed as her own, and the way he was worrying his lip. "Can you tell me why?"

"If I call you by your name I might fall more for you. I don't want to fuck you when you're trusting me with your name."

Haseul knew she made the correct choice trusting him. But now she needed to mold him into the perfect boyfriend. One step at a time. "You're too sweet sometimes, but I guess we'll have to work on that." She opened her arms, letting him lean against her. "I still want you, and the night is young. But I guess we'll just have to talk it out until you're ready."

Jungeun chuckled, having a feeling just what they were going to talk about, and he wasn't nervous. If anything it felt right, all night she caught him staring at him, only to smile when their eyes met. It was mutual and exciting.

"I can feel that you're ready if that helps." Haseul joked, carding fingers thought his hair.

"You literally just told me to fuck you after you came twice, I'm innocent here."

"Really? You're hard and wanna use the word 'innocent'.? You're too much."

"Haseul, please." The words slipped out far easier than imagined, and the tug on his head was dizzying. The kiss been them electrifying.

Maybe they should talk later.

#lipseul #jane post #i know she's long #sex worker!jane #Haseul #kim lip

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hey-its-cweepy · 1 year

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Impulsive decisions lead me here- sodnsksbcisjsn-

Name: Kendall Bouquet

Gender: Male (He/Him)

Age: 16

Birthday: February 27

Star sign: Pisces

Height: 5'7

Hair color: Blueish-purple

Eye color: Dull purple

Occupation: Student

Dorm: Relinookton (by @fumikomiyasaki!)

School year: 1st year

Club: Music

Best subject: Social etiquette, dance and music

Dominant hand: Right

Likes: Singing, dancing, sewing, helping fellow students, cute things, pink (red is fine too!)

Dislikes: Being bored, ugly designs

Favorite food: Strawberry shortcake and matcha tea

Least favorite food: Food that looks really gross

Hobbies: Snowboarding

Talent: Kendall mainly specializes in cute designs, capable of turning even the ugliest design into something cute with a few adjustments-

Personality: Kendall is very excited to meet and greet new people all the time! However, there's nothing Kendall loves more than to see or make something absolutely adorable, he mainly likes things that would traditionally be considered "feminine", which got him to be picked on and made fun of during his younger years-

Kendall doesn't seem to care anymore though! He keeps his head held high and proudly shows off the adorable designs he makes up

It's his first year entering Hourglass Station Academy and he hopes to make it count!

Unique Magic: The Cat's Meow!: The user is temporarily capable of turning into a cat shaped-shadow, allowing them to sneak around areas undetected (Mainly uses it to find out gossip, but never tells!)

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Name: Charlene Berenice (Although she'll introduce herself as "Speckles")

Gender: Female (She/Her)

Age: "20" (Unknown, but adult)

Birthday: March 14th

Star sign: Pisces

Height: 6'0

Hair color: Black and white

Eye color: Black (Red if excited or shocked)

Occupation: Student

Dorm: Relinookton (previously pinged!)

School year: 4th year

Club: Drama

Best subject: Magic History

Dominant hand: Ambidextrous

Likes: Reading, knitting, drama

Dislikes: People trying to rush her

Favorite food: Homemade food

Least favorite food: Burnt food

Hobbies: Sewing and reading

Talent: No matter how well hidden YOU are, she seems to know you're there without the need of magic (Its almost like a 6th sense)

Personality: She has the tendency to over-react in certain situations. But overall, she's very sweet and even makes treats for people she notices are struggling/in a bad mood or just people she really likes. She's a bit old fashioned and doesn't really understand some of the newer technology.

She also tends to refer to students as "Little one" if she doesn't know their name, she seems to be much older than she says she is...

She's a big fan of flowers, her favorites being lilacs and lilies! She'll sometimes be seen hanging out with Jaiden and talking about space together

Unique Magic: The Moon Is My Friend: Only used at night time, the user is capable of warding away bad dreams, however, its only effective within a certain distance (Doesn't affect those that are more than 5 meters away and "Speckles" is asleep while casting the spell, very little blot build up but can only be used once a day max)

#Speckles #Charlene Berenice #twisted wonderland #twist #twist oc #twisted wonderland oc #twst oc #twisted oc #twst #oc art #twist fandorm #fandorm oc #twst fandorm #twisted wonderland fandorm #fandorm #Kendall Bouquet

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livinginmystars · 2 years

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U.A Boys - Their s/o having a "vilain-like" quirk

A small reaction scenario where their s/o has a quirk that makes them look like a vilain, like a frightening transformation or an impressive/ dangerous quirk and some people criticize or judge it

y/n -> your name e/c -> eye color h/c -> hair color

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Izuku Midoriya

Vital Energy Absorbing Quirk

There is absolutely nothing that you can do that would break the trust this boy has in you, no matter how hard some people try

If anything, he tries to reassure you and even sometimes show you off because he's proud of having you by his side

If he ever catches someone criticizing your quirk or simply you because of it, he'd stay calm but definitely not appreciate

Depending on what the people said and on your reaction, he'd either step in or come see you when they're gone if you'd prefer to avoid a scene

You were simply helping a student pick up their books after you accidentaly bumped into them. You apologize and help them as two people came from both side. Izuku is coming in your back while a friend of the person seems to be coming from their direction. When finally, the two of you were back up, the girl you jut helped stretched out of her hand to thank you before their friend interrupts her.

"Wait, you shouldn't get too close." The other boy said, grabbing the girl's shoulder, making her confused. "Their quirk's dangerous, they'll take your vital energy..."

Your hand is in air as you're about to shake her hand back but the boy's comment makes her pull back and recoil, in little shock. She send you a small smile but it's not difficult to see that it's a fake one, a mix of fear and disgust filling her eyes. You lower your hand as well as your head, while the two students walk away, not caring an ounce about whatever effect that remark just had on you. Once they're gone, you let out a sigh, turning around to head to class.

You end up facing Izuku who had spotted you and wanted to come greet you. However, from the look on both of your faces, it's not hard to understand how you're feeling. You feel bad about your quirk and he feels bad to see you in such a state or from hearing this kind of comments. You offer him a sad smile before searching in your pockets to grab at the gloves you keep with you all the time.

"Sorry Izu... I hope seeing that didn't ruin whatever mood you had..." You mumble while starting to unfold the gloves, ready to put them on, a frown resting on your face.

"No, don't do that y/n..." Izuku mumbles, gently grabbing your hands in his, with no hesitation. "You don't need these."

"Maybe, but at least it doesn't worry the people around when I have them..." You look away from him, knowing perfectly that you have quite a good control of your quirk but somehow, people only felt at ease when your hands were tucked away.

"Don't listen to the people who don't know you." He corrects, looking straight in your eyes. "They don't know how good you've become with your quirk so you shouldn't let it get to you."

You smile at his kind reassurance and after a little bit of insistence from him, you let your boyfriend take the gloves away from you, shoving it in his own pockets. Izuku then pulls you closer, hugging you close while resting his head on your shoulder. Somehow he always knows what words to say to calm you down and despite having the words still in your head, his presence makes it a little easier to bear with it.

"Come on, we have to get to class or we'll be late..." Izuku says, a smile coming onto his lips.

As soon as you nod, he takes your hand in his, starting to walk towards your classroom. Even though you know your quirk can potentially be dangerous, you gentle squeeze his hand back, knowing that as long as your calm, you are fully in control of it. And there is nothing in the world that calms you more than Izuku's presence by your side.

Katsuki Bakugo

Toxic Gaz Quirk

He absolutely HATES hearing these type of comments

Bakugo knows damn well that people don't chose their quirk and he even admires the fact that even these comments and your type of quirk doesn't affect your choice to become a hero

It's one of the things he loves the most about you

So everytime he hears someone making a shit comment like that, he either fights the urge to blow them up (if you're in a delicate situation) or he doesn't if he has the opportunity to deliberately blow them up.

He isn't even next to you yet and he knows something is wrong. Perhaps because he spends a little too much time studying your body language but as he walks to you after the end of your lesson he knows something's not right. When he gets close enough to talk to you, he opens his mouth to ask before closing it when he hears it too.

The hushed whispers coming from a little further down the hall. Well, not so hushed considering it's still loud enough for him to hear, so it's enough for you to hear it too. It makes his blood boil when he catches a few words that he doesn't like when it applies to you. Dangerous. Villainous. Horrible. But the last straw is when he hears the comment when the little group of student starts moving.

"Why do they even accept people like that here? We're supposed to be safe from villains, not train them..."

If he was any calm before, that calm disappears and as soon as he's next to you, Katuski doesn't hesitate to make his presence know, openly glaring at them while he screams as he always does.

"The hell are you extras looking at, huh?!" He yells at them, making them jump with the surprise. "Get lost before I fucking kill you!"

The few students obviously don't need any more threats as they suddenly rush in the opposite direction. Once he's sure they're far enough, Katsuki turns his attention to you again, only to feel his anger get fueled up even more when he sees you with your eyes closed. He hates when you do that because he knows it means your eyes are getting teary and you're trying to swallow the lump in your throat. He groans and slowly grabs your shoulder to turn you around, so he's facing you.

"Hey baby, look at me. Ignore these fucking dumbasses." He grumbles, the grip on your shoulder surprisingly gentle. "They're fucking stupid if they take you for a villain just because of your quirk."

Despite knowing that he's trying to make you feel better, somehow, the words don't really help. It doesn't make it worse, but it doesn't help either but inside, you're already thankful that he's trying, especially knowing how Katsuki naturally is.

"It's... It's okay..." You croak out a little, trying to send him a smile. "It's not the first time I've heard it so... It'll be fine."

The simple fact that he knows this is something that happens frequently makes the boy feel even more pissed. With a click of his tongue, he pulls your body closer, engulfing you in a bear hug, holding you so tight you wouldn't be surprised if he left a bruise. And no matter how many times you tell him it's fine and that you'll be okay, he doesn't let go until he's sure that you're calmed down, breath steady and mind at ease. Only then does he pull away, looking into your eyes.

"Better?" He asks, hands still on your waist and gently rubbing it.

"Yes..." You whisper, sending him a smile before you lean in close enough to press a kiss to his cheek. "Thank Katsuki..."

He doesn't say anything but you can see his cheek slightly turning red, which makes your smile a little bigger. You can feel him move until he's by your side, arm wrapped around your shoulder to keep you close to him.

"Let's go. We've got a shitload of homework to do and we've already lost enough time." He grumbles while starting to walk.

His heart beat a little louder as he feels you nuzzle a little against the hand that's settled on your shoulder and as you settle against him. A smile discretely comes onto his lips, happy to see that at least, he made the end of your day a little better.

Shoto Todoroki

Half-human & half-dragon Quirk

Shoto would pick up on the fact that you're a bit self-conscious about your transformation very early on.

When he had asked you the first time, you had told him that it felt quite bad to know that you had a similar quirk to such a strong pro hero (being Ryukyu) and yet your own transformation was frightening enough to scare off adults

Because of that, he'd constantly try to be by your side every time you needed to transform or when someone would criticize it

If the people didn't stay for too long, he'd try his best to comfort you but if the people didn't leave, he'd be the type of person to cover your ears while doing his best to make them go

Wouldn't cause a scene because he guesses that's probably not what you want

It was the worst you've ever felt. Ever since you had to transform during the Sport Festival in order to avoid losing against one of your opponents, you felt like all the other students were always looking at you and sometimes even the people in the streets. You knew your transformation wasn't the most reassuring one but having to do it made you almost paranoid about having all eyes on you.

And even with his clumsiness, it's not difficult for Shoto to notice it. Whether it being because you avoided crowded places, tried to be as discrete as possible outside of the classroom or even sometimes just completely avoiding people for an entire day. It takes him a lot of convincing from him to manage to get you to eat with him and the others in the cafeteria so you wouldn't be alone. But even as you sit down and see that you're not alone, there's that small feeling gnawing at your mind.

You've barely touched your food, too focused on the looks that a few students here and there would send in your direction before either whispering amongst themselves or accelerating to get away faster. At some point, you even look at Shoto, a little helpless.

"Shoto... I'm sorry, I just... I can see and feel their eyes and... It's... It's a bit too much..." You weren't that self-conscious usually but with all the hype that had been built around the Sport Festival and the few comments you had heard from some people were weighting heavily on your shoulders.

Shoto would just look at you, a sympathetic smile on his face as he'd gently take your hand and lace your fingers together. He press a kiss to your temple before frowning a bit as he sensed how uneasy you were.

"Sorry y/n, I wanted to help but it seems I did the opposite." He'd apologize and then offer to go somewhere else if you want to be away from the stares.

Obviously, you notice the compassionate expression on your classmates' faces as they understood your situation, yet you'd still nod, muttering to Shoto that he could stay if he wanted to be with them. However, the boy would shake his head, half nuzzling his head against yours in a comforting touch.

"Where you go I go." He'd mumble before pulling back with a smile. "I don't care what anybody has to say, you're more important to me than their opinion or their gossip."

His confession warms up your heart, bringing a small smile on your lips as you wondered how you ever got the luck of having this precious boy to yourself. Even as you'd pick up your lunch to leave the cafeteria, it wouldn't be without him tightly holding your hand in his and staying by your side, reassuring you as much as he could with his presence. And god, he didn't even have the slightest idea of how much it helped you, like a heart warming comfort constantly next to you.

Hitoshi Shinso

Mummification Quirk

If there is someone that understands what that feels like, it's him. He's been called a "villain" so many times that it has become a routine for him

He's learned to ignore it but he know that it's not everybody's case. He knows everyone doesn't react in the same way.

It's actually painful for him to notice how sometimes, your entire mood drops because of some comment on your quirk

If this happens while he's in quite a "good mood" he'd simply tell the person to piss off before moving somewhere else with you. However, if it's on a bad day, he'd probably use his quirk to get rid of the person (and bring some troubles onto them while doing so)

That day, when you come to see him during the lunch break, it's because you're tired from the night before as you couldn't sleep well and he knows the best places to be away from people to take a break. He'd notice right away that you're fatigued and he'd even offer to carry you on his back so you could already start to rest while he brings you to his usual hangout spot. And who are you to refuse such an offer when he sends you that gentle smile only you get to see?

You're not completely asleep as you hang onto his back like a koala but you're starting to doze off, his wamrth and presence enough to help you relax. You'd close your eyes, feeling his secured grasp on your legs and head resting in the crook of his neck. You'd even catch his chuckle at how cute you're being but wouldn't say anything, too comfortable to complain. At some point you'd hear politely ask some people to move out of the way which would make you stir a little at the noise.

"Please, can you let us through? Thanks." Hitoshi would ask in a mumble before squeezing his way between the little group of students. However, as your ears picked on his voice, it also picks their voices too.

"Look at these two... Couple of freaks..." "Yeah, they fit well with each other with their fucking quirks." "I don't even want to imagine the chaos it'll be when they'll have finished their training."

Shinso feels how you tense onto his back, hands grabbing onto his shoulder a little tighter. A part of him is tempted to turn back and ask them to repeat what they said, just to intimidate them but the reminder of your presence is enough to dissuade him and he simply lets out a sigh and continues to walk. A quick look in your direction is enough for the boy to notice that you're no longer on your way to sleep, instead hiding your face against his shoulder.

He adjusts you on his back before calling out to you so your attention is on him and not on the students you just passed by or whatever they said.

"Hey kitten, don't worry about it. Remember, the quirk doesn't define the person. It's what you always say." He teases, using what you always tell him when he's self conscious about his own quirk.

"Not fair... You can't use my own quotes against me..." You mumble against his shoulder, which makes him smile a little.

"Of course I can if it's to knock some sense into your mind." Afterall, he doesn't want you to beat yourself down because of what other people will say. If he can't teach you how to skip these word, then he might as well learn to cheer you up to go against it.

And he guesses he's doing quite a good work at it when he feels your lips gently press against the skin of his neck before mumbling a small thank you as you snuggle back against him. He feels his heart swell like it always does when you're this close to him and he continues to reassure you or comfort you all the way until you're in a more secluded spot and he can take you in his arm to cuddle you to both of your hearts' content.

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