#fell!snazz

[alternativesaga]

My boi Quill just got a new look ✨

(Two more versions below because ik he’s gonna tatter these ones too)

#my art #quill #fell!snazz #snazzy #snazz #undertale #utmv #grandefell #grandfell #skeleton #undertale oc

[evillgang]

Here's EG!Fell Papyrus - The more normal of the skeleton brothers and the head of the Royal Guard. The deadliest living skeleton.

Snazz-Z -

#papyrus #toby fox #art #artists on tumblr #artwork #drawing #undertale au #egfell #EGUnderfell #evilgang #underfell #i really hate adding tags but i kinda have to for people to see this

[asksuccubussides]

What if you were an asexual succubus, wouldn't that be fucked up or what Chapter 9

Masterlist of chapters

11 days after Remus was cast out of Hell

"You're going on a car date with him!? A date!? In a car! With that gross thing!" Virgil eyes were so wide open it looked like they would pop out any second now.

Janus threw his hands up "When life throws you a strange little man you don't just ignore him!"

"Jannie you're killing me! Just like he's going to kill you! In that car!! I- I need a plastic bag to breathe into or something"

Virgil walked around in a circle while continuing to mutter to himself. The sound of the clock ticking that Janus' brain usually automatically zoned out suddenly seemed so overbearing as he sorted through the drawer under his bed to try and choose what to wear. Was he going for a Donna Tartt mysterious dark academia or more of a vampire stuck in victorian London.

"Very lucky that you somehow have the energy to go on a date with this random guy but you've been snazzing me off for asking you to go to class or buy the groceries for once innit" Virgil snarked out while halfway across the room.

In frustration Janus halfheartedly threw the piece of clothing he'd been holding. It fell miserably to the floor between them "You're doing a great impression of a twat tonight honey. Besides it is not a date. It is simply some friendly hanging out"

That last part was a lie. Janus was 22, inexperienced and let's not speak in circles here: very horny. He was only trying to avoid Virgil judging him for it.

Virgil picked up the clothing and folded it while saying dryly "If you're mulling over what to wear I suggest a hmm lemme think hmm a skirt..cause they're easier to take off"

"Oh my god! You're being such a- Nevermind. I am ignoring you for the rest of the evening"

"Having an argument right before going out to get murdered is such a boring cliche Jannie" Virgil put the folded clothing on the bed next to his roomate.

His roomate refused to reply, instead doing charades of him checking his ears and listening around for noise which he pretended he couldnt hear.

Virgil was about to leave it be but muttered over his shoulder "What if he's taking the piss on you? Only asking you out as a joke like every other dipshit? Only down to shag to use as comedy fodder at his next party. You're just gonna be a spectacle for him"

Janus closed his eyes and tried to keep it out. for once he didn't want to believe it.

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Remus had a real skip in his step as he pranced through the college hallways. He had succesfully stolen his first car!! He obviously couldn't have a human date without a car! Did he have a license? No! Did he know what a license was? No! This date was going to go great!

"OOOOHHH JAAANNNUUUSS!!!" He yelled through the door while knocking just as loudly.

The door was pushed open so quickly he jumped back from surprise. Janus was standing there with a tense half smile, a large two colored black and yellow sweater, an ankle lenght skirt and his dreadlocks pushed up into two buns. Over his shoulder the demon could see the grumpy roomate sitting buried under a blanket in his bed with his headphones on. He looked so pale he nearly blended into the wall, maybe that was his goal.

"You are surpriseingly timely" Was the first thing Janus said "As you can clearly see I was definitely not at all expecting you to come"

"Expecting me to come immediately is reeally dirty J-anus! I am graceful non dirty pure lady"

"Glad to see you wore the shorts just like I asked. What a good boy you are" Janus had a sly smile on his lips "Want to come in? or must I welcome you like a vampire"

"I'm good" Remus replied while walking into the room.

He did a twirl to look around the whole room with wide bright eyes as he held his hands close to his chest. His head turned in an inhuman way to look at Virgil.

"Again this guy is here"

Janus made a whole showing of looking around and scratching his head "Who" He said sarcastically.

"I live here!" Virgil glared at a spot slightly above Remus' head "Red doesn't suit you"

"Good am not wearing any then!...OH! You mean my eyes!? I have not found way to gougue them out and replace them without losing sight yet. Too bad! Stuck with them for now!"

"..Sure"

"Well then" Janus clasped his hands "I am now remembering I just happened to forget something vital. Oh poor meee and my poor luck! Guess I have to go get that and leave you two aloneee for a while"

He gave his roommate the most shiteating grin before leaving the dormroom. Virgil's mouth fell open for a moment before shaking his head.

"Oh that snake is testing to see if we'll actually kill each other. Fucking bastard" He continued to grumble swearwords under his breathe.

Remus was about to say something about a fight to the death but as soon as he opened his mouth he started to violently cough. He held his hand against his throat and tried to force it back.

"Think I'm allergic to.." Remus gestured in Virgil's general direction. He stack out his tongue and wheezed like a cat trying to cough up a hair ball "Probably lethal...Oh well. Sweet death!"

"Why are you even here"

"You know...Colgege..Colgage...Colege. Study study!"

"No. No. Dude I mean" Virgil began to stand up from his bed while motioning for Remus to sit down in Jan's bed "Sit" He took a the desk chair and spun it around so he could sit on it in the wrong direction.

Remus made a "Blegh" sound while falling back into the soft cushions of Jan's bed. He plucked at the pillows and a bottle of face creme his date had forgotten to put away. "Smells like citrus! Love citrus! Much better smell than whatever you have going on"

"Rude, and also off topic. I was asking-"

"You only made us switch sitting places to make you feel big strong huh?" Remus reached his leg out to tap the chair with his toe.

"Why're you here dude?"

"Study. Study!"

"No! Like! Here" He tapped his finger against the backrest of the chair "Why're you here wanking around with Jannie?"

The demon shrugged "Fun! Dead birds come around him, that's fun! great! Fantastic! More dead stuff please!"

Virgil leant in closer "Listen here you daft nonce, you can't bang your way into our life like this! But if you are going to be here you better not hurt Jannie in any way. If I hear a single insult from you 'bout him I will- Well" Remus coughed again as Virgil leant in as close as he could "I was known as a biter at our ophanage and one time I bit a visitor and that visitor got Rabies from it. The doctors tested me and I didn't have Rabies. No one knows till this day how it happened, Ever heard of a bad miracle? If you try anything I'll find a way to recreate that and bite you"

Remus grined "What's rabies?"

He let out a sigh "...So you're just a proper idiot then"

"Yes, But I know few things" The demon moved his toe up and down against Virgil's leg "I know difference between human being annoyed at me because anger and human being annoyed at me because he thinks I'm hot and he does not want to think that. And I think you're example of number two. OH! Poop joke!"

"You daft fucking cunt!" He slapped the demon's foot away from him "YOu think the dead animals popping up around Jannie is cool!? well I've been telling him for Years that it's just assholes throwing them in through our window or door because humans are fucking horrible! But lately he's stopped listening to me! I think he's seriously starting to think there's some supernatural shit going on, WHICh trust me! I would be the most excited about! In any other case! Love ghosts! But not in this situation! I can count on more than one hand the amount of people who have asked Jannie out as a sick joke! And laughed at him no matter the answer! You hear me? I've Always protected him and I won't let you go and--"

"Ladies are we having a good time" Janus greeted as he came back into the room.

Virgil stood up and pushed the chair back to the desk "I was actually learning this twat here some words he could have use of. Like...Rabies!"

"Remus-Darling you simply have to set me up for a talk with your english teacher. I have to know what kind of teaching styles he uses because your intake of words is legitimately impressive" Virgil's already annoyed expression mulled over even more as Janus said the compliment.

"Me and Logan teacher have the same language. It helps"

"Fascinating. I'm sure I could find some studies regarding that helping in learning new languages" Janus weaved his fingers together and moved lightly back and forth on the toes of his feet "Sssssso, shall we get going?"

"No Showing me around?" Remus waved around at the room.

Out of the corner of his eye Janus could see Virgil motioning to puking "No darling. I think I can give you a proper introduction to my room some other time"

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Remus opened the car door for Janus like he'd seen in the movies before sliding across the hood to get into the driver's seat. He stared at the dozens of buttons, numbers and fingamadings before deciding to simply kick his foot into the pedal and try to keep the car somewhat going in a straight line.

As soon as the car rived up Janus let out a yelp before grabbing ahold of the panic grip in the ceiling. "Roleplaying a fast and furious movie is definitely my favorite kind of date. Yep, yep yep yep yep" He let out a nervous laugh "SSSWEETIE, Reminder that my parents died in a carcrash!"

The car dropped to a sudden crawl making Remus lunge forward and nearly hit his forehead against the steering wheel. Janus tried to reach out to see if he was okay but the demon waved it off. The wheel had turned moist from his hands sweating and they hadn't even left college ground yet.

"I have not been on date before" Remus blurted out.

Janus quieted.

"I have been with humans. Lots of humans. Part of my uhh job you know, But never walked on date" He continued.

"Lucky for you I am so incredibly experienced there is no possibility of this going wrong" Janus reached out and placed his hand atop of Remus' hand on the steering wheel and the demon could feel how fast the human's pulse was beating "This is my first time too"

Remus let up into a smile and gave his date a quick glance before continuing to look at the road. The car swerved and curved but didn't go too fast and the air suddenly felt easier to breathe.

"I was looking at normal date spots and seen this lake. Pretty popular in summer. Thought it be nice. Driving. Criving. Niving. Fiving. Fisting"

"Only two of those were words"

"I know"

"Popular in summer huh" Janus leant back in his seat "What you're telling me is that it will be avoid of any people expect for us right now. Oh dear you really are planning on killing me. How flattering"

Remus' horns began to shine a bright crimson red as his heart skipped a beat "H- HOw did you know!?"

Jan laughed "You're a good actor dear"

"Oh....Jokes. yes. Hahahahaha. Murder. My favorite joke! Right after disemmemberment!!"

"Is it a long drive? Does your car have bluetooth or shall I simply rawdog it and hope my phone can be loud enough for both of us to hear the music?"

There was a knife laying in the backseat of the car. If Remus checked in the mirror he could see the edge of it faintly glimmering as it laid half stuck out from where he'd hidden it.

"Are we in the mood for some musical classics? A bit of razzle dazzle, some cabaret, even some Funny girl if we're feeling dramatic" Janus continued. He saw the puzzled look on Remus face and added "Ah, perhaps a bit too showey for a late night date innit"

A slash across the throat would be quick, only a few minutes of bleeding out. It would probably not even be that painful since the shock wouldn't have time to subside. He could lay Janus' body out in the water. There was no need to bother making it look like an accident, a drowning, car crash, even a fall, he wouldn't have to care about the police anyhow once the deed was done and he could return to Hell like normal. He missed the slight smoke always hanging in the air. Earth air was too clean.

"Maybe some jazz? Don't tell me you're one of those who refuse to listen to any jazz. It's alright if youre simply scared off by its deep history but I can show you some of my favorites. The clazzics if you will...with Z instead of S, you get me!"

Choking him to death could also work. If he suffocated him by pressing an object to his face until he passed out it would be less painful...Not that the amount of pain mattered as long as he died. Remy could be being hurt right now. Emile could be all alone. Roman could- He couldn't think about that right now. He had to focus.

"If we really want to get into the mood I could put on some R&B classics. Peronsally I lean more into the alternative sort of R&B, the Twigs, Szas, etc etc. Fiona Apples even! if we want to get into alternative rock. but while I am a snob and a judgy bitch I am certaintly not above some Whitney uh some Mariah. Aretha even. I mean I'm gay and black I think there would be a warrant for my arrest ready if I didn't"

Running him over with the car was always an option though, and while thinking this Remus sneaked a glance at the human, he wanted to make the death as painless as possible. He could have fun harming humans some other time. For some reason he just didn't like the idea of Janus in prolonged pain. It was a good thing he didn't have to worry about cops. With the scar on his face the human would be easily recognizable even as a corpse.

"Hey" Janus snapped his fingers "Remus? Forgot to pick an option in the dialogue tree?"

Remus snapped back to the present and tried to remember what they were talking about "Music? Oh uh I know Music uhh" He began to humm a tune and tap his finger against the wheel while trying to drag any human song he could remember forward "Ahh Where they all uhh live where they run where they something something all day in the sun. Wishin could be wandering free uhh part of your world??"

Janus smiled watching the demon scrunch his nose and furrow his eyebrows together while sing-mumbling the words out. His voice was stale, shrill and way out of pitch but it was sort of cute in a lame way.

"Is that...The little mermaid?" The human guessed.

"Uhh yeah" Remus forced a smile "My brother's favorite song" He hadn't been fully aware that was Roman's favorite, the information was ingrained in his mind in the same way the urge to fly south lays in the mind of a bird "He loves musicals aaand that is why we will not listen to musicals"

"Understandable, though you will have to hear my incredible rendition of don't rain on my parade someday"

"Would not wanna miss it, except if beheadings was happening at the same time"

The human put on a calm playlist of jazz before looking out the window to see the last remnants of the day's light disappear behind the tops of the trees in the distance. Thick clouds had started to roll in but it hadn't started raining just yet. The last few people were driving home from work. Remus was headbanging along to the smooth trumpets which made Janus laugh.

"Want a riddle?" Janus asked.

"Bro that sounds like a a uhhhh......scary thing..."

"Threat?"

"Yeah! Threat!"

"As any normal person does I have a riddle app on my phone. It's definitely not right next to my murder mystery app"

Remus switched positions to only have to hold the wheel with one hand as the traffic lessened "Hit me..In the uhh theoryetical way not in kinky way"

"There are two men who each have a backpack . One of the men are dead. The man who is alive has his backpack open and the man who is dead has his backpack closed. What is in the dead man’s backpack?"

Janus had a smug look on his face as he waited for his date to think.

"...A whole pile of blades that SLAsh went right through backpack and into soft human meat!!" Remus answered with full confidence.

"Wow, what an adorable attempt" The demon didn't notice the sarcasm, his tail simply wagged at the compliment "Correct answer is a parachute"

"Load another up sir!"

"You are my brother, but I am not your brother. Who am I?"

"J-Anus babeybitch we are Not related!"

"It's the riddle you daft muppet"

"Oh......uhmmmm......Reverse brother !"

"Wha- Well sure. The correct answer is sister so I suppose..you are right..."

His tail continued to wag making the back of his seat warm "Another! Another! My brain is sooo fucking WIGGLY right now!"

"Whatever you say. A barrel of water weighed 60 pounds. Someone put something in it and now it weighs 40 pounds. What did the person add?"

"OH! I know right one! HOLE! A hole! Issa hole!....Hehehe hole....INNIT!" He mimicked the human's accent on the last word.

"Correct!" Janus leant closer to him and murmured into his ear "What a good boy you are"

"THAMKS! Iam great hole finder! Hole expert! Great hole guy!"

"I'm sure you are darling"

Remus let his hand wander across the armrest that was the only small distance between them. He felt for Janus' reaction as he placed his hand against his knee. For a moment the human tensed from surprise before his knee went soft again. The demon rubbed his finger in a circle against the light fabric of the skirt keeping their skin separated.

"Your clothes look good" The demon said.

"Thanks. Yours too, what there is of them. There is for sure no chance of you catching a cold"

"Eh" he shrugged "I'm hotblooded"

The car took a sharp turn as they exited the main road and the lake entered the view. It was hard to make out on a starless evening, besides they were on the hill overlooking the lake not beside it. There was a small parking lot meant for stopping at to take a view but since no one except for them were there Remus drove right to the edge of the hill and parked right next to the railing. Janus lowered the volume of the music and for a few moments neither of them spoke.

The sound of the carbelts unbuckling and the slight rustle from the bushes around them mixed with the low jazz was the only sound heard.

"Hope I calling this a date was okay before. I know this is not romantic" Remus eventually got out. His stomach was turning but he wasn't sure if it was from hunger or not wanting to be intimate.

"As long as we both are aware this is a casual thing it's okay. Earlier when you and Viv got your alone time I ran and bought some uh- wow I am feeling ssssoo mature for feeling embarassed over saying these words like Im freaking 5- I got condoms. You can just say if we need them or not, no detail needed. I just thought with your job-"

"Good braining! We don't!"

"Okay"

(In the early days of succubi they could spread STDs but it was quickly realized that far too many humans died for that to stay a possibility, especially during the black plague)

"I have slipper shit"

"Good. Good yeah"

The demon noticed Janus' hand moving up to instictly play with one of his dreadlocks before his hand stayed hung in the air as he remembered he'd put his hair in buns and let his hand fall down to his lap once more.

There was a naseua growing at the back of Remus' mouth that gave him the urge to put his fingers deep in his throat and pull it all out. Gag and spit and puke and saliva and anything that could distract him. His sight became a bit slurred as he began to space out.

"Sex. Sex time. Let's go" He mumbled in a tone uncharacteristicly emotionless.

Remus pulled off his tank top without much fanfaire and threw it into the back of the car before turning to Janus. The human's eyes jumped between his chest and his eyes and Remus made sure to wait a moment until his eyes had stagnated a bit before leaning forward to let his lips meet the skin of the human's neck.

Janus' hands hung in the air before he slowly moved his hand to lay against Remus' bare back. He could feel the shoulder blade moving under his fingertips while his heart raced so fast he could hear it pounding in his ears.

The feeding had started, It wasn't much though. It felt like popcorn seeds were being forced between his teeth and pushed down his throat one after the other. Tiny tiny hints of food only making his hunger more apparent.

He let his other hand slip down past Remus' neck and slid his finger along the collar bone. The demon stopped kissing his neck to instead watch Janus' face as the human moved his hand along Remus' chest, his eyes enamored and face slightly flushed.

The demon placed his knee against the middle arm rest to get closer while pressing his hand against the window behind Janus to keep himself from falling over. He went back to kissing the human's neck, edging up to right where his chin stopped and cheek started.

In his mind he was thinking of the latest human movies he'd seen. Saw 1-10 was a real hoot. Great way to forget how hungry he was. His eyes glazed over as he moved his other hand to roll the human's skirt up so it bunched up around his waist. His lips kissed where the smooth skin turned jagged and uneven as he placed his hand against his inner thigh (he hoped it would go by fast) before sliding his fingers higher up until-

Until the feeding stopped suddenly and before he could fully notice it he felt Janus hands pushing lightly against his chest. Not in the soft almost careful caress he'd done before. His eyes were looking away to some spot on the dashboard as he held Remus away ever so slightly.

Remus didn't move back but he did stop kissing him to instead meet his eyes "Something wrong?"

"I had..imagened it differently. This is so cramped and" Janus' eyes flickered back and forth "I thought I was ready" His voice wavered just a bit.

The demon eyed the other man's face up and down "...How did you ever get that scar anyway?"

The look in Janus' eyes changed in an instant. There were sudden tears brimming at the edges with a just as sudden look of anger and disgust right behind the tears as he stared at Remus.

"What kiND OF FUCKING QUESTION IS THAT MID FUCK!?"

His voice wavered under the rage as he pushed Remus away hard enough to knock him back to his seat. His head hadn't even hit the window before Janus had opened the car door and slammed it shut behind him.

Remus gasped for breathe as he felt something crawl up his throat. He pushed the car door slightly ajar to hang his head out and puke onto the dirt underneath him. The puke was almost all stomach acid and water and the little feeding he had gotten from Janus must have disappeared down into the ground.

The rain quickly drained the puke away, Remus quietly watched it as it ran down to the edge of the hill before disappearing down the cliffside. Janus running away must have been a blessing in disguise because he would not have been able to hold back his disgust the entire way through. But had that been enough? Could he kill janus now? He glanced back at the seat where the knife was hidden...it was probably best to ask Logan first to be sure. He shuddered at the possibilities of what could happen to Roman if he came back with a dead but non sinning Janus.

If only Roman had been forced to do this instead of him. She would have known exactly what to do, what to say. He could have seduced Janus within a day. Everything would already be back to normal.

The seat where Janus had sat was still warm as Remus pressed his hand against it. He took a deep breathe and rested his head in his hands for a few minutes before putting on his tank top again and stepping out into the rain.

His body couldn't take him standing up so suddenly so he had to lean against the car as his sight spun and his legs trembled. Instead of screaming for his body to stop shaking he hit his fist against the top of the car.

He held his tail above his head to try and lessen the rain someway, at least the ground was all muddy and nice to skip through. The human wasn't anywhere in the parking lot so Remus sniffed in the air instead and followed the citrus smell to the other side of the road where the bushes growing were closer together and the ground uneven.

A hint of blue light came from somewhere between the bushes and Remus followed it to find Janus sitting on a log texting on his phone. He didn''t notice the demon so Remus decided to sneak up behind him and lean his arms over the human's head to shield him from the rain. He sucked in a big gulp of air before screaming

"BOO BITCH!!"

Janus didn't answer, he didn't even get scared.

"You're being boring"

Remus sat down beside him and stuck out his tongue to try and gauge a reaction, followed by silly expression, wild hand waving, poking his nose, farting and as a last resort making puppy eyes while pouting. Finally he tried poking at Janus but that only made the human smack his hand away.

"Oh fabolous idea! Really rub your grubby lil hands all over huh!? Very appreciated!"

The demon was pretty sure that was sarcasm. He tried to move his head to see the phone screen "Who you texting? Is it saaatan?? Done any sins recently??? Sins worth death???"

"You could never possible guess who Im texting, I just have such an unimaginable array of trusted allies and dear friends and I totally do not only have 1 singular friend at all in the whole world. I am just so fucking caked up with friends. schedules all packed!"

"......Have I.....Done something....?"

"No! Obviously not! Never!" Janus put his phone down and let out the longest of sighs "Cant you just drive me home? Or are you planning on stranding me here and letting me ruin my nice sweater even more. Fuck! I used my nice sweater for this you fucking asshole!!......Im kidding. I used my worst piece of shit shirt or someting. yada yada lies lies" his legs were bouncing so fast mud was kicking up onto his skirt "And don't you dare touch me!"

Remus didn't understand but he still replied "No touching, I prommy....but you missing out on me sexyli carrying you to the car so your shoes do not get worse"

"Please sweetie" janus rolled his eyes while standing up and dusting off the back of his skirt "Your arms are the size of cigarettes, I doubt you would ever be able to carry me. Honey you are allll legs"

"That's not true! Im also a penis!"

"You're doing a great job at thinking with it" The mumbled way Janus said it was a stark contrast to how he'd teased Remus before.

The demon followed the human back to the car with his tail between his legs. Even from just the small amount of time they'd been outside they were both still sopping wet enough to dampen the seats. When Remus saw his date shuddering he slammed all of the buttons on the dashboard until he found the heater.

"My friend says wet feet makes illness" Remus commented while thinking of Emile.

"Eureka! What a never before stated glimpse of wisdom. Be a dear and just start driving already"

The jazz playlist was still going as they began the drive home. Every now and then Remus glanced over to his date but each time he looked Janus was just sitting curdled up with his body leant as close to the car door as possible. His arms were around himself to try and gather warmth as he stared out the window.

"If I was making an army I would want you on my side be cause you're very mega smart" Remus said to try and cheer him up.

"Who cares about being smart when you can't do anything useful with it, or anything at all for that matter"

"...Well.....You can...say cool facts..."

The barely begun conversation died out into silence. That was Remus theory anyhow: that Hell must want to make sure that Janus lands in Hell so he can help them against Heaven somehow. It was the only thing that made sense for now.

It was a smooth ride home with few cars on the road which was a lucky coincidence because Remus had gotten so hungry his eyes were going in and out of focus the entire way. He stopped in the middle of the parking lot in front of the College campus and was digging around in his mind for a cool movie line to say to end of the date succesfully. Janus was already getting out of the car before he'd come up with anything to say so Remus ran after which only made his head spin.

"Wait! Janny boy! UHhh AHH Epic Date!?"

"I suppose I should say thanks for driving me. Tell me if I should pay you back for the gas-"

"Oh nah I stole th- NOpe! Not needed thanks! Ehh Do Do you not want me to walk you to your door?"

"As you can see I have my own legs so no thank you"

"When you wanna meet a-"

Janus pressed his finger against Remus' lips "Shush. Stay."

He moved his finger away and when Remus didn't say anything he caressed the demon's chin.

"Good boy. Now, Have a good night. Goodbye"

With that Janus turned around and walked away. Remus stayed standing there until his date had disappeared into one of the dorm houses.

His heart started to race. Oh Satan he'd failed. He'd- He wouldn't get to see Roman for however long. He thought it'd be over. He thougt he- Not Remy or Emile either. He couldn't know if they were okay. He thought it would be easy- It should have been easy.

His stomach growled and it was about then Remus completely dissociated away into a daydream where he could put The Manager into a saw trap without any consequenses. His body got back into the car and drove away from the campus and into the middle of town. Somewhere along the way he crashed into a mailbox and slammed his horns into the dashboard. It wasn't his car so his body just got out and started walking towards the nearest club he could see.

All of the sounds of humans talking and the faint music coming from inside the building were all muffled to Remus' ears. Everything was just shapes. Nothing tangetible. Nothing real.

Except for a sudden smell that made him break out into coughs. His eyes were still out of focus as Remus looked around while holding his hands over his nose. The smell was so sticky sweet it felt like acid was flowing into his nostrils.

Finally he saw a figure kneeling down beside a human that had fallen asleep on the lawn outside the club. Looking directly at it made his eyes water and the hairs on his arms raise.

It was a fucking Angel.

It had hidden it's wings and halo from the humans but Remus could see them clear as day. Stupid Angels always having their wings out, that's why he never summoned his. And with their just as stupid horns that went round their head to connect to each other, stupid them for being obnoxious enough to call it a halo.

It noticed him just as quickly and held up the water bottle as if to show him it was only here to help the humans. Remus in return hissed at it to which it fully opened up it's large wings to scare him off. He told himself he only walked away because he disliked the smell, he had humans to feed off of anyway.

#sanders sides #remus sanders #thomas sanders #tss #janus sanders #dukeceit #demus #what if you were an asexual succubus wouldnt that be fucked up or what

[gointothevvater]

A cozy night in

Consider this an apology for not updating One Night Only this week!

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"We're going out, man," Tony's voice called from the hallway. Snazz was out there with him, and Sammy, probably with his arm around St. Cecilia.

Pickles didn't care. "I'm staying in," he replied. There was too much beer in his system for him to move. Beer usually didn't do anything for him, but he hadn't eaten anything all day, and... Well. He had to watch his figure and shit. "Bring me a Big Mac on the way back." He really didn't care.

Tony called, "Yep!"

There was the sound of four sets of footsteps on the sticky hall carpet before silence fell.

It had been Tony’s turn to pay for their hotel rooms, and he had never been one to shell out more than the bare minimum.

Pickles lay on the ratty bed for what could have been seconds or minutes or hours, staring up at the multitude of cracks that spidered out across the ceiling. He was getting old now, and though the boys had tried to convince him it was nothing, that twenty wasn't a death sentence, it was hard to believe.

Yeah, you eventually got to be twenty-one and you could suddenly drink and no one would give a shit, but was it worth it to get older?

Maybe it didn't matter.

There had been rumors, when the band had first gotten big, that he was only sixteen. It was bullshit, of course. By the time No Time For Antivenom had been released, Pickles was nineteen and already sick of the world. But he could play at being younger, if that was what the world wanted: Play at being the booze-soaked teenage degenerate. The world had loved it, had praised him for it. It wasn't far off the mark, anyway.

It wasn't far off the mark for any of them.

Snazz, though he was the only one old enough to drink and was also the most responsible of the lot, was a mess and most always seeing things that weren't there. He had said once that he had been seeing shit long before the hallucinogens, but no one knew if that was true or not. It seemed unlikely, since he was definitely the sanest one there. The only reason he hadn’t OD’d was because of some sense of responsibility to his ex-wife and the daughter whose name he could barely remember. 

Tony was a little wilder, but he was also a cheapskate, even with the money rolling in, so he was usually the closest to sober, though Pickles supposed "close" was a relative term. Hell, sometimes the cheap stuff got you higher because literally only God knew what was in it. He was a good guy, but he had more than his share of problems. They all did. 

Sammy was largely chill, the most mellow of them, and he walked a strange line between kid brother and band mom. He got crazy manic when he was high, though, which was more often than not these days. It was weirdly cute. Manic Sammy was basically an oversized puppy.

St. Cecilia, for her part, avoided the hard shit lest it fuck with her looks. Her vanity had kept her out of the hospital on several occasions when the rest of the band had tried something they hadn't been prepared for. It was only pills and coke for her. Pickles admired her restraint.

It was her, less than half an hour later, who came into the room. "Room service," she said. It sounded completely ridiculous with her posh accent and cigarette rasp of a voice. There was a greasy McDonald's bag in her hand.

Though it took all the energy he had, Pickles sat up on the stained, threadbare sheets, asking, "Thought you were going with 'em?"

"I was going to," she replied, shutting the door behind her before she joined him on the bed, handing over the bag. "But it's easier for them to pick up chicks--" She said that last phrase with more disdain than he had ever heard from her-- "without me."

Grabbing his promised Big Mac from the bag and unwrapping it, Pickles said, "They think you're Sammy's girl?"

St. Cecilia scoffed, then let herself fall backwards so she was laying sideways over his legs. "Hardly," she said with a pretty smirk that had all the blood in his body rapidly racing south. "The girls'd just rather fuck me than them."

Poor Pickles nearly choked on his Big Mac.

#i love these two and also the whole band they're so much fun #pickles the drummer #st. cecilia jameson #snakes n' barrels #Metalocalypse #my mtl

[2chaotic-2snazzy]

Crazy Little Things - a review

Crazy Little Things by Dreiser

Fandom: Harry Potter

Pairing: Hermione Granger/Luna Lovegood

Rating: M

Tags: Romance, Femslash, Post Deathly Hallows, Completed

Word count: 95,748

Summary:

Little by little, in her own unusual way, Luna Lovegood begins to romance Hermione Granger.

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Crazy Little Things is the first Lunamione fanfiction I have ever read, and I can’t believe I’ve been sleeping on such a lovely story for so long. Set at a wizarding university, Luna and Hermione become friends, research partners, and more as their lives slowly entangler. Crazy Little Things is a slice-of-life and also a character study as two characters set up to be opposites in the books lean into their similarities and cherish their differences.

My first compliment is about the characterization of Hermione and Luna; they are portrayed wonderfully. I’ve long loved Hermione as a character, and Luna’s characterization in this story led me to fell in love with Luna right alongside with Hermione. The way their relationship merges from friends to lovers is so gentle and romantic that my little romantic heart is going to burst. Sometimes I found that the descriptions were too sensual for my taste, but the through descriptions of every touch deepen the sense of intimacy of the relationship between the two. So charming. I am in love with Luna. 

As my pattern in reviews may suggest, my favorite fanfictions are those that mix romance with deeper themes (although romance is clearly my wheelhouse). As Crazy Little Things begins, Hermione is stable yet stagnant relationship with Ron. Her relationship with Luna unfolds over the background of this constant, and the juxtaposition of her relationships with Luna and Ron emphasize Hermione’s complicated romantic ties to both of them. Another important juxtaposition is between Hermione’s science-minded beliefs and Luna’s broad open-mindedness. I loved watching Hermione’s intellectual development as learned to accept Luna’s beliefs and accept that scientific evaluation can be just as biased as popular opinion.

I couldn’t write this review without mentioning that femslash is a widely underrepresented genre. I’m well aware that this is my the first review I’ve written about a femslash fanfiction, and although there are plenty of femslash pairings I love, the fact is that there simply is far less of them out there. The persistent prominence of male leads and complex characters in media has led to a wealth of male/male pairings (which is wonderful, of course!), but also a dearth of femslash pairings. I don’t intend to force anyone to read what they aren’t interested in, but please keep in mind that there are many wonderful stories portraying relationships between two women --- just like this one. 

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Disclaimer: As much as we love Harry Potter, we do not love J. K. Rowling. Trans rights are human rights.

- Snazz

#harry potter fanfiction #Hermione Granger #luna lovegood #hermione x luna #lgbtq #romance #fanfiction recommendation #wlw #fanfiction #harry potter

[krystalia-productions]

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its your son @alternativesaga

this edgy boi belongs to @alternativesaga

#Fell Snazz #F!Snazz #Fell!Snazz #fkrnzlsrnfvgzr #my art #digital art #Undertale AU #bleh #stop drawing Suave rlfvgnldez

[sugoi-writes]

Hope you're having a lovely day!! If its not too much, how do you think Fatgum, and Hawks would react to their s/o that has wings ( angel wings 😳) that got torn off in battle? Mm angst 🤩

OHM-- AGH?? OUCH??? Absolutely (also yeah the day has been good! Thank you so much! Safe from Hurricane Sally at least!)

Tw: Violence, body horror, gore... y e ah (slight yandere*?)

Premise: You were pinned to the ground, breathing ragged from your attempts to get free. There was a foot to the base of your spine, just beneath your ethereal wings.

You were going feral, your arms pulled behind your back to further hinder you as you thrashed violently. You were terrified, and praying for any help. And with one swift tug and a press of the heel… CRACK. 

Your wings were dislocated violently, leaving you unable to fly, even if you could. You screamed in agony as your vision turned hazy from the pain. You struggled in vain, afraid of what would happen next. And as soon as it had started, your pain quadrupled. 

A clean edged katana cut through your wings, right at the compromised base. You were now a flightless hero.... and this terrified you. Your screaming fell on deaf ears as you let out a slew of curses and pleas. This wasn’t real, right? You were dreaming, RIGHT? 

Fatgum

The moment he heard you scream, he was on the verge of losing self control. He tripled his pace, but his speed is still TERRIBLE. He hustled anyway, praying that you could walk this off, whatever injury you had. 

He heard your second scream, and immediately knew something was terribly wrong. He called for you by your hero’s name, and rounded the corner. And there you were... a broken, wingless hero. 

If your wings weren’t severed, the look of you, folded on the ground weakly would have been almost beautiful. But this... this was something that brought along a feeling of fury and absolute horror. 

How could this happen? How could he let this happen?

It didn’t take you long to black out from the pain, the sounds of Fatgum’s frenzied shouting filling your senses. You came in and out of consciousness, and feeling your body shift around before being lifted. No doubt, your wings were tenderly taken off of you, before you were gently draped over Fatgum’s shoulder (as to avoid touching your wounds). 

By the time you wake up, you’re in a hospital, and you have the urge to stretch.

As you stretch your legs, straining as your toes popped from curling, but suddenly you wince in pain. You can’t stretch your back, let alone your... your...

Your eyes widen in realization, as you’re unable to feel your wings. You start to shake, your breath picking up. However, before you let your tears fall, you feel a hand rest on your shoulder,” Please... don’t move around too much. You need to rest.” 

You look to see Taishiro next to you, in between his slim and fat form. By the number of takeout boxes, beer bottles, and snack wrappers... you could tell he was stress eating. You asked how long you’d been out, and you pale when he bites his lip. 

“About... 3 days. They really did a number on you... and me, but... I’m not nearly as bad off.” You notice one of Taishiro’s arms are in a sling, and you want to throw yourself onto him, hugging him close. You know that with him being in this weaker form, with a broken arm... this was something that probably drove your partner crazy. 

“Tai... I’m so sorry...” 

Fatgum smiles sadly, cupping your cheek,” I should be the one to apologize to you... maybe... maybe if I had made it to you in time, I could have stopped this. Maybe... you could’ve... had your wings, still...” 

You glance away, shaking your head,” This isn’t your fault... I rushed in without you, and... well, I faced the consequences.” You see Taishiro tense up at your words, and he immediately pulls you in for a hug, shuddering.

” D-Don’t... angel, don’t you ever blame yourself for this... Heroes like you and me know the dangers associated with our work, but... this... this wasn’t a rookie mistake. You were doing your job, and you actually managed to wear this asshole out. This... that villain was powerful. He could take out anyone if he tried... we were lucky to have subdued him... The fact that you lasted as long as you did, before I got there... it’s a miracle. I really... could have lost you...’you know that?”

Fatgum would continue to hold you, nearly crumbling as he recounts how scared he was when he found you, and how hard everyone fought to save you. It turns out you got a pretty horrible infection from your wound, and that was why you were out for as long as you were. You could have died in the fight, AND outside of it. 

You had no idea... and, you were equally upset, knowing that Taishiro risked his ass to save you. But, you could hardly scold him, as he did save your life. 

You both unload and unpack a lot from what happened that day, and end up in a pile of discarded chip bags and blankets. Fatgum would lay his head in your lap as you stroked his hair, since he couldn’t immediately cuddle you (even in his skinnier form). 

There were tears and reflection. Confessions and promises. Fatgum still feels guilty, but you were able to help him understand that this wasn’t on him. He is grateful that you are alive, and promises to do whatever he can to help you physically and mentally recover. 

And of course, you take FG’s word for it, as you’ll need all the support you could get to feel even a little bit normal again. 

Hawks

On the scene, the both of you are doing a major number on the BBEG, until he gets a hold of you. He had managed to incapacitate Hawks, knocking him out momentarily as he did the unthinkable to you. As he came back to, he awoke to the sounds of your wails and curses. He can’t believe what he’s hearing.

And he goes. Absolutely. Ballistic. 

He immediately turns ever single feather on his body into a sharp, pristine blade, and shows zero mercy. He had full intentions of taking this villain in, and having him reflect in jail for his crimes... but it was past the point of no return. 

As you lay on the ground, your pleas for Keigo to stop fall on deaf ears. He was absolutely feral, and would not let this man walk away. 

Once others arrived on the scene, you had immediately been picked up and rushed to the hospital. Hawks was still on the scene, blood splattering his hero’s uniform as his legs bounced, and his wings bowed up uncontrollably. He was shaking. He was absolutely blindsided by rage... but he knew that he needed to give a statement, and face his punishment for what he did to the villain. Murder is still murder. 

When you do come to (suffering from the aforementioned infection), you didn’t see Hawks at first. This puzzled you, as you knew he was the one who saved you. Then, the weight of the situation hit you like a ton of bricks. When a doctor walks in to check on you, you gently ask about Hawks as you still reel from your new reality. 

Luckily, the hero only get a firm slap on the wrist, and is currently on house arrest. He would have to take some training/classes to better process what he had done, and to manage the stress from the encounter... but he had no idea that you still did not have your wings. He had prayed that there was a chance they could be reattached. 

When you facetimed him later, his heart shattered at the sight of you, without your beautiful wings. He would almost cover his face, shaking his head,” Babybird... I’m... I’m so sorry... this is... I shouldn’t have taken you with me...” 

You try to talk Hawks down, but he can hardly listen to you, and you can hardly get through to him. Hawks will always harbor the blame on himself, and will go absolutely ballistic on any person who tries to hurt you or touch you. Despite him working on it, the event itself has made him hyper protective of you, to a fault. 

When you get out of the hospital, you move in with him. You mutually take care of each other, and help each other heal. But the wounds that are left on Keigo’s heart are deep, and will take many years to heal. 

Most nights, he will lovingly caress your back, and tell you how stunning and angelic you are. You can never see the glassy look in his eyes when he says this, his hands slowly tracing your scars.

When he finally gets off of house arrest, he makes it his personal, top priority mission to infiltrate, and track down the rest of this villain’s organization. This is the most vigilante/anti-hero he will go, but damn if he doesn’t do his best to make you happy when he’s “off work”.

He is a mess and a half, but will absolutely get revenge for what they did to his Babybird.  

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Thank you for this request, I hope it’s up to snazz! I am a little burnt out, hoduhdoudho

#fatgum x reader #hawks x reader #taishiro toyomistu x reader #bnha x reader #keigo takami x reader #mha x reader #tw: blood #tw: violence #tw: body horror #tw: hospitalization #tw: yandere #tw: near death experience #yeah this one is full of angst and I would love to do these as stand alones #but until I get the inspiration I hope this is up to snuff! hoduhdohd

[aspiring-bl-writer]

Flash Fiction: Ork Mek

The convoy navigated its way through the canyons of the planet, massive battle wagons bristling with weaponry, each carrying several dozen green-skinned brutes. Behind these trailed multi-wheeler trucks with huge load-bearing beds, overflowing with a dozen of the beasts as well, their enthusiasm the only thing keeping them from flying from the tight turns and relentless acceleration. Ahead, behind and around the larger vehicles rode an assortment of bikes and buggies. Whatever their size, all members of the procession were ramshackle, crafted from slabs of steel, held together by thick rivets—and possibly some supernatural force, given the absurdity of their engineering.

Responsibility for the upkeep of the convoy fell to the renowned Mek Muzgash Gutwrench, who had been putting or keeping things together for Boss Grimtoof for as long as he could remember (which, admittedly, wasn’t long). He could not explain why he was able to make things work, and in fact, ruminating on it too long tended to cause headaches. He was no philosopher; he was a simple creature who loved going fast and making things explode. As it so happened, he was inherently and immensely talented at inventing functional engines, assembling rivet guns, even creating firearms from little more than scrap. He had made a reputation and earned the favor of the Boss himself, but at the moment, Muzgash felt that good will slipping through his fat fingers.

“Wus da problem, boss?”

Muzgash looked down at the grot at his feet. Diminutive and craven, the little blighters were never in short supply, but of dubious value. This one was called Dink.

“If I knew dat, Dink, dere wouldn't be a problem, innit?”

Dink considered the weapon on the bed of the truck. It was indubitably a high-caliber, fully automatic firearm, and—as was the case with most Ork weaponry—loud, big, and rapid-firing. It was extensively modified: barrels, scopes, and ammo belts were all crammed in or fastened to it. Shiny bits added a hefty amount of decorative charm.

“More dakka, boss?” Dink ventured.

Muzgash groaned and plucked up Dink from around his skinny neck. Annoyed, he tossed the grot out of the truck and into a passing rock formation.

Naturally Muzgash had thought of adding more dakka. He had also tried making it shootier and blastier, but to no reward. The snazz-gun was meant for Boss Grimtoof himself, but as of now, it was an ugly embarrassment, a source of endless frustration.

He noticed something move in one of the barrels. He snatched at it, but it squirreled away. It took some fishing with his meaty digits, but he pulled it out: a tiny green humanoid with protruding ears, a grot in miniature. It was a snotling, and they occupied the lowest rung of society. As such, Muzgash felt only relief when he popped the snotling inside his clenched fist, then wiped his hand clean on his trousers.

“That'll fix it! an' I just got an idea: an upgrade dat shoots snotlings!”

#warhammer 40k #warhammer #40k fiction #40k fanfic #wh 40k #40k #ork #orks #waaagh #xenos #grot #gretchin #boyz #mek #mekboyz #mekboy

[swimyghost]

Snazz's Birthday Bash

TODAY IS @holyfandomsnazz 's birthday today! EVERYONE WISH THEM A HAPPY B-DAY!

@self-insert-nonsense @wickedhellagoodtime ARE HERE TOO!

The heat was getting to everyone. Even though the region was known for its cooler summers compared to the rest of the country, the wave of moist warmth was ruining the entire Roomies' day.

"Swimy," Snazz said, their blonde hair frazzled and covering their weary eyes, "did you pay the goddamn rent for the electric bill?"

"Unfortunately, until I get my ID, I'm still a minor in the eyes of the law," the recently made adult replied, pulling their blue hair away from their sweat covered brow, "so, no, I didn't pay the fucking electrical bill,"

"Well, couldn't you have gotten your ID earlier!?" Snazz shouted.

"I wasn't eighteen until three days ago, genius!" Swimy fired back.

Formerly lounging on the couch, the pair were now locked in a fierce glaring match with both of them looking like they were ready to fight each other.

"You're the adult here, why didn't you pay!?" Swimy yelled.

"Because I haven't been paid yet!"

"Neither have I!"

"Enough!"

A pink-haired figure stepped out into the living room with a tired, yet annoyed, look on their face. In her hand was a paper bag with the name 'SIN' scrawled on the forehead which was dotted with sweat stains. Their floral patterned shirt was just as ruffled as Swimy's hoodie and Snazz's gray shirt. Putting both hands on their hips, the eldest member of the roommates frowned at the duo.

"Do you want us to get another noise complaint?"

"No," Snazz grumbled, leaning back into the couch.

"But Dawn-" Swimy started.

"No buts!" Dawn interrupted, "it's already hard enough to find a four-bedroom apartment in our price range, I don't need you guys making it harder,"

Snazz raised their hand, "Technically my room is a former closet,"

Dawn turned their gaze away, clearly embarrassed, "It still counts,"

"Why can't we just ask your boy toy to help us out?" Swimy questioned.

"Karamatsu is just as much in a financial struggle as us and you know that," Dawn said with an even deeper frown.

"What's the point of a man if you can't even get him to pay your rent?" Snazz muttered.

All three went silent for a few moments before Dawn sighed, "I get my Patreon money at midnight. When is the latest we can pay?"

"The sixteenth," Swimy replied.

"And what day is it today?"

"The fourteenth,"

"Okay, so tomorrow I need to-"

"Oh shit really?" Snazz said, their eyes wide.

Both Swimy and Dawn blinked in confusion. "Is that a problem?" Dawn asked.

"No, no, it's not that," the blonde waved their hand nonchalantly, "I just... Well... It's my birthday tomorrow,"

"What?!" Swimy exclaimed, "I didn't know your birthday was in the same month as mine!"

"I- We're siblings how did you forget!?" Snazz said with their nose scrunched up.

"You know I'm bad with dates!"

"Why didn't you tell us sooner?" Dawn asked, ignoring Swimy's outburst.

"Hey, I forgot it myself," Snazz raised their hands defensively, "besides... It's not like we celebrated it much anyway,"

The oldest and youngest of the Roomie siblings glanced awkwardly at each other as an uncomfortable silence fell over the group. Several moments passed before Snazz stood up with a grunt. "I got commissions to finish. I'll pay the rent with that next time. Later,"

Dawn reached out to grab hold of their sibling, but they managed to dodge their grasp and entered their room swiftly, closing it with a soft thud. While the apartment was dead still, Dawn and Swimy rushed over to one another and began talking in hushed tones.

"How could you forgot Snazz's birthday!?" the pink-haired singer whispered angrily.

"You forgot it too, don't you try and deny it!" Swimy countered back in an equally low voice.

"Well... Did you get them a present?" Dawn asked anxiously.

"I forgot that Snazz's birthday was even this month, did you really think I'd get them a gift?!"

"Well, I don't have anything either!"

The two sighed, but their emotions were still running high. They had under twenty-four hours to purchase a gift for their sibling with the little amount of money all of them had, all while a desert-like heat filled the region in its unbearable cloud of misery.

"Alright, get your shoes on and try to get Sam out of their room," Dawn ordered, referencing their other sibling.

"What for?" Swimy asked, already reaching for their shoes near the old front door.

"Because we need to go out and get Snazz a gift before it's too late! They already probably think we're a bad sibling so we need to hurry and get something they like!" Dawn explained.

"Alright, alright, keep your voice down!" Swimy hissed, glancing over at Snazz's room.

Dawn nodded and began putting on her shoes while Swimy rushed over to the third oldest Roomie sibling. They grimaced at the yellowing paint on the walls as they swiftly knocked on the door.

"Sam. Sam! I know you're in there and we need you!" the blue-haired teen begged.

"...Go away," a muffled voice stated tiredly.

"Sam, we forgot about Snazz's birthday! All of us need to go find a gift for them!"

"...I'll search online for something. I'll Venmo you some money,"

"Ugh! Why won't you just come out!?"

"...Too hot. Too bright,"

"...That's fair,"

"What did they say?" Dawn asked, all ready to go. Swimy walked over to them with a huff.

"They said they'll look online for something," Swimy complained.

"Let me guess, it's too hot for them?" Dawn guessed.

"Bingo,"

"Well," the eldest sister sighed, "we don't have time to argue. We have a birthday to save!"

"Alright! Let's do it!"

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"We're not going to be able to do it!"

Dawn looked down at the completely worn-out Swimy, watching as sweat rained down off their body onto the asphalt road as they were uncomfortably hunched over. Their blue hoodie was completely ruined hours earlier and had been tied around their waist in a desperate amount to stay cool, revealing a Mothman T-shirt underneath the read "Eat. Sleep. Lurk.".

"C'mon, one more store," Dawn said with exhaustion seeping into her voice. Her floral pattern blouse and her skirt were completely soaked in sweat and her skin was beet red. Still, determination held strong in her green eyes as she tried to pull her sibling up.

"No! No more stores! We've been into too many stores!" Swimy whined, resisting their sister's efforts.

"We need to find a birthday present!" Dawn argued.

"And I need to find a new therapist but you don't see me spending nearly four hours walking in unbearable heat to find one!" Swimy growled, motioning towards the setting sun, "besides, I think Snazz is starting to think our "double date" excuse is a little suspicious,"

Dawn sighed, "I know... But we need to prove we care about them. Just one gift will be enough,"

Swimy's eyes darted to the side, "I care too... But don't you think that maybe I caused Snazz's forgetfulness? That I'm the one to blame?"

"Pardon?"

"I mean," Swimy looked uncomfortable, "I was the youngest and born literally four days before their birthday. Snazz's birthday has always been overshadowed by me, the "baby" of the family,"

"Swimy-"

"What if... What if I'm the reason Snazz forgot? That I've been a terrible sibling this whole time and I've been blissfully unaware? That I've been able to happily celebrate my birth while they've been forgotten,"

Dawn, nothing tears welling up in their eyes, pulled Swimy close, "Don't talk like that. I doubt Snazz blames you for your birthday or the fact we never celebrated theirs as much as kids. If anything, they should blame Mom and Dad for that. You have nothing to do with this,"

"But... We if they do blame me?"

"Then we have to show Snazz the perfect gift!" Dawn gave her young sibling a tight squeeze, "What do you say? One more store?"

"...Yeah, one more," Swimy looked up concerned, "but how are we going to find one that-"

Suddenly, Swimy's phone went off with a loud buzz. Startled, the pair broke apart while Swimy awkwardly fumbled around with it. There was a single text sent by Sam:

I'm making a pie. I also found something Snazz will most definitely like.

Attached was an address to a nearby store. Sin blinked in surprise after she looked it up.

"It's a weird occult and true crime store. What does this have to do with a birthday present?"

"Who cares!?" Swimy proclaimed with a big grin, "we have a lead! And you said we needed to look in one more store!"

Dawn, still looking unconvinced, simply nodded, "If you say so,"

With that, the pair took off, ignoring the shouts and glares of passerby's. Dawn and Swimy managed to weave their way through tight alleys and crowds with ease with their newfound energy. It wasn't long before the two were situated outside a dark-colored store with black tinted windows. Crystals and occult symbols were carefully hung visibly through the glass. While Swimy appeared eager, Dawn seemed less than sure.

"You okay?" Swimy asked.

"Yeah just... It's creepy," Dawn shivered.

"...I'm married to Death's ferrywoman, Dawn," Swimy lifted their hand, showing off their black and silver wedding ring.

"That's different!"

"It really isn't,"

"Fuck off!" the pink-haired girl shoved Swimy into the store.

Inside was surprisingly bright which went against the darkness of the clothes, books, and crystals. The wood made a hollow thud with every step. Shelves were spaced in rows that carried various occult items. Walls were lined by clothes and posters containing demons or hard-core metal bands to-

"Is that Al Capone?" Dawn pointed at a poster.

"Yeah... And that's Haurkichi Yamaguchi," Swimy motioned to another poster, referencing the creator and former head of the Yamaguchi-gumi yakuza organization.

"Ahem,"

The Roomies siblings turned and, across the store, was a teenaged Japanese cashier. She had a combination of boredom and exasperation as she parted her black hair from her eyes. "Welcome to Crimes and the Concealed, a true crime and occult experience where there is something for everyone," she waved her hands less than amused for a supposed to be dramatic effect.

"Uh... Thanks," Dawn replied, nudging Swimy forward.

"If you buy one poster, the other is 15% off,"

"Thank you! But we're looking for something else!" Dawn hastily shoved Swimy into the back of the store, away from the prying eyes of the cashier, who seemed equally glad not to deal with them.

"That was rude," Swimy glared

"Sorry! This whole shop gives me the creeps," Dawn whined.

"I'm never taking you on a double date to the Underworld," Swimy muttered, blissfully unaware of the sound of the store door opening.

The siblings went looking for something buy, pouring over the many candles and strange objects as the setting sun remained a looming reminder of their limited time. After looking at the fifteenth crystal necklace, Dawn was about to give up when Swimy let out a gasp. Dawn instantly turned and was stunned to see what was hanging in the corner of the store.

Body pillows. Over a dozen body pillows of famous gangsters and criminals from Billy the Kid to Calogero Vizzini to Pablo Escobar, the rather morbid idea of placing known men that went outside the law for their evil deeds in alluring poses made the two shiver. But the one that caught their eye was the lone female in the mix. Long lavender hair matched her dazzling amber eyes. She donned a pirate outfit with a black corset that complimented her figure. Black boots with gold accents that reached to her knees, similar to how her all-knowing smirk reached across her face.

Dawn reached out and touched the pillow, "That's... Snazz's girlfr-"

"MY WAIFU!"

Suddenly, two large men shoved past the Roomie siblings. One had thick-rimmed and lens glasses with a greasy ponytail and sweat and grease-stained shirt that showed a bunch of underage anime girls in tight clothing and the other looked similar but had shorter black hair with glasses that blocked out his eyes and was slightly skinnier than his friend but still wore questionable attire.

"Oh my dear waifu, how I've looked for you for so long!" the ponytail man wailed, almost crying on the pillow.

"Hey! We had our hand on it first!" Swimy said, shoving past their older sister and glaring at the men.

"Eh!? What would two normies want with this?!" the smaller of the two gasped, his green jacket fluttering with the sudden movement showing that he had two anime girls sitting on their knees with one only wearing an open suit and fedora and the other an Italian suit with a cigar in her mouth.

"Did you use normies unironically?" Swimy muttered with disgust.

"You two don't get it clearly!" the larger man snorted, "If you were real fans of Chibi Wakai Gyangu No On'nanoko, you'd understand how rare this pillow this is!"

"Chibi Young Gangster Girls?" Dawn repeated the title, confused.

Both men turned their attention to Dawn. The ponytail man spoke first, "It's an anime where all the famous gangsters are turned into cute little girls! But the modern-day pirate mob boss can't be added because she keeps targeting the animation studio anytime they try!"

"I wonder why?" Swimy rolled their eyes.

"Quiet pipsqueak!" The jacketed man yelled.

"Easy, Kurai," the larger man leaned into Swimy's personal space, "those this one look like Al Capone-chan?"

Kurai blinked then let out a small smile, "She does, Terro! All she has to do is change her hair and-"

"It's 'they' and you stay away from my sibling!" Dawn shouted, pulling Swimy behind them.

"Shut up, pinkie! You have no right to judge since you're cosplaying that Sin idol!" Terro shouted.

"Their boobs are clearly fake! They're such a fake cosplayer she can't even get her most noticeable features!" Kurai pointed out.

Dawn gasped and wrapped her arms around her chest. Swimy leaped forward and practically hissed at the two, "We're taking that pillow and you're going to leave us alone, or else!"

Terro sneered, "Or else what?"

With the snap of their fingers, a bright blue beam of blue particles swirled around Terro's head. He tried to swat them away, but the blue solidified and turned into a dense water bubble around his head that spun like a cyclone. He tried to scream but inhaled a bunch of water instead. Kurai immediately went on the defense and tried the grab hold of Swimy. Dawn, realizing that talking wouldn't be successful here, stepped aside as Swimy leaped backward and willed her hand into a fiery blaze. With a primal scream, she slapped him full force, sending both him and his glasses flying in opposite directions. A bright red handprint was left on his face. A sudden gasp alerted the siblings that the water bubble had burst. Before they could react, Terro was on top of Swimy and trying to hold them down.

"You crazy bitch!" He screamed, trying to land a hit on the smaller person.

Swimy used their free leg to deliver a swift kick to the stomach before headbutting him off them. He groaned in pain and rolled onto his side. Dawn took this opportunity to light her foot ablaze and slam it down right onto his crotch. He howled in pain as his pants and his manhood were burned by the attack.

"Get the Hell out of here before we do worse!" Dawn ordered, readying their fists with Swimy following close behind.

Whimpering, the two took off running, leaving behind Kurai's set of glasses and several clothes that had fallen during the scuffle. Tired, Swimy grabbed hold of the body pillow and trudged towards the register. The cashier trembled as they set it down.

"W-Will that be all?" she stuttered.

"Yeah," Swimy replied bluntly.

The cashier nodded and quickly rung up the pillow. She practically shoved the item into Swimy's arms and nearly dove under the counter. Dawn rested a weary hand on Swimy and sighed.

"C'mon, let's get out of here before the cops arrive. We have a birthday to save,"

---

All Snazz wanted to do was sleep. Not only had they remembered that their birthday was a thing but they had spent the whole night trying to finish commissions in an attempt to forget it again. Even though their body was worn out, their mind was rushing with memories of all the birthdays that were forgotten of the years.

It's like they never cared Snazz thought.

They rolled onto their side for the hundredth time that night, trying to force sleep to come. What they didn't expect was their door to suddenly slam open and a large weight crashing onto their side.

"Oof! What the fuck-!"

"Wake up, sleepyhead! Time to have the best day you've ever had!"

"...Swimy?" Snazz looked up, seeing the smiling face of their youngest sibling looking down on them. They had thick eyebags that hung from under their eyes that balanced out their high amounts of enthusiasm radiating off them.

"Do you know another blue-haired bitch that's related to you? Now come on before I drag you out!" Swimy exclaimed, pulling on Snazz's shirt sleeve.

"I'm still I'm my pajamas and I haven't even showered!" Snazz argued, trying to resist their pulling.

"You also haven't cleaned your room in two weeks but you aren't worried about that!"

"Fuck you!"

"Fuck yourself!"

With the help of both their powers and natural strength, Swimy managed to help drag Snazz out of their bed and made them cover their eyes.

"This is stupid," Snazz grumbled.

"You're stupid but I love you anyway. To the kitchen!" Swimy shoved Snazz forward.

After several near attempts of Snazz crashing into a wall and one toe snubbing, they made it to the kitchen with Snazz less than amused.

"This better be good,"

"It is! Now... Open!"

Snazz did so and gasped. Not only was their favorite pie, chocolate coconut perfectly sat on their rickety table, but a large wrapped present was sitting beside it. Snazz and Sam, wearing their infamous multi-colored gradient mask, stood there with birthday poppers and wide grins.

"SURPRISE! HAPPY BIRTHDAY, SNAZZ!" all three siblings shouted, pulling the poppers and sending cheap confetti everywhere. Instead of being excited, Snazz stood there motionless with a blank expression. After a brief pause, Sam leaned over and whispered into Swimy's ear.

"What did you do?"

"I didn't do anything!" Swimy whispered back.

"Swimy," Sin said sternly.

"I didn't! Honest!"

Sam crossed their arms, "Well why are they-"

Wails exploded from Snazz as fat tears ran down their face. Immediately, all of their siblings rushed over and began to comfort them.

"Is it the pie? Is the pie not good enough?" Swimy asked nervously.

"I made that fucker by hand! It's perfect!" Sam yelled.

"Well if I have to be blamed for something so do you!" Swimy yelled back.

"Was it the poppers? God, I knew they were a bad idea!" Dawn nearly pulled their hair due to stress.

"You wanna go?" Sam snarled.

"Yeah, let's go!" their blue-haired sibling smirked, readying their fists.

Snazz grabbed all three of them and pulled them into a tight hug pile on the floor. Still crying, they managed to choke out a few words.

"I-I'm so happy! Y-You did a-all of this fo-for me!"

"Of course we did! We love you Snazz!" Dawn said, flinching as Snazz began to cry harder.

"C'mon, open the gift!" Swimy said, pulling the present down to the group.

Snazz didn't hesitant into tearing it open. They gasped in shock when they saw what it was.

"Is this my girlfriend? On a... Body pillow?"

"Don't ask how we got her," Dawn butted in.

"I-"

"Don't. Ask."

"I- Alright. Thank you. It's a lovely gift," Snazz said, setting it aside.

"Let's eat the damn pie already. I spent all night working on it so let's put it to good use," Sam said, standing up.

"I'll get the plates!" Sin called over her shoulder.

"Lemme get the forks and knives!" Swimy started to rush over to the drawers.

While the three started to gather everything for their meal, Snazz watched them fondly. They grabbed ahold of their new gift and squeezed it tightly.

Whatever being rules this hell of a universe... Thank you for my siblings... And thank you for this birthday.

#happy birthday snazz! #tw assualt #hope you like it

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Is It Enough?

Hajime Iwaizumi x Fem!Reader

A/N: I got inspired by some lovely Haikyuu writers (as well as some real life events) to make my own scenario. Also, gif credits go to the maker, not me. I hope you all enjoy! :)

Tags: @briswriting @mikwrites @haikyuuopworld​

Summary: After dating throughout and after high school, Hajime decides to propose to his girlfriend of 5+ years. Of course, the process leading up to popping the question is a lot harder than he realized it would be. 

Word Count: 5410

Warnings/Contains: TONS of fluff, fair amount of angst/sadness, nerves. Also, disclaimer, I did google searches and currency transfers/differences for parts of the fic (you’ll see) so I apologize in advance if anything seems incorrect/weird.

Google Search:

what is the best way to propose

Search Results:

Prep a place in a private beach with an intimate tent and rose petals. Find a private beach to go on bended knee for a simple proposal idea. Put a ring on in it down by the beach. Get snazzed up and then suggest walking down by the water.

“There’s no way I can do that.”

Google Search:

When is an appropriate time to propose

Search Results:

While some would prefer to be in a relationship for two or three years before even thinking about getting married, a new study conducted by F. Hinds says the optimum time is just ONE YEAR and eight months (and three days to be exact!)

“Am I too late to even be doing this?”

Google Search:

how much is the average engagement ring

Search Results:

According to recent surveys, most couples expect to spend between ¥108,022 and ¥540,110 on an engagement ring. The actual average cost for an engagement ring is over ¥665,796. With all that said, most women are reasonable creatures.

“God, I can’t afford anywhere close to that.”

Relationships can be many things, whether they’re serious, just starting out, or even just with a friend or family member. Either way, complicated things always come rushing in that either strengthen or ruin them.

For Hajime, he had been in a serious relationship with his girlfriend for years, and he had been struggling with something that most men could probably figure out and accomplish in a matter of months.

He had been at it for almost 2 years, and it was a simple proposal.

“Iwaizumi!”

Hajime quickly turned around at the voice, seeing a girl he vaguely recognized from his class running down the hall towards him. She was not only sudden about her words but also a little frantic; god knew whatever she wanted from him, but he was about to find out himself. “Yeah? Can I help you?” He looked the girl up and down real quick, noticing how she was slightly out of breath. He took the moment to try and remember her name as well, but she took care of that for him.

“Although we’re in the same class I doubt you know who I am,” she laughed, finding the idea funny, “but I’m (Y/N) (L/N). I’m really struggling on the english homework that’s due at the end of the week, and I know that you’re good at the subject so I was wondering if maybe you’d take some time out of your life to help me pass?”

Hajime glanced to the side to see if his friends were present, but noticed that they were still walking down the hallway to head towards the gym. Only Oikawa stopped when he realized that his best friend wasn’t walking beside him anymore, watching the two talk from a couple feet away.

“Uh, I mean,” Hajime didn’t know what to say at first, not wanting to be rude but still wanting to be a decent human being. “I have volleyball practice before and after school every day, but if you want to meet during lunch or something I can try my best to help you.”

“Really?” The girl gave him a relieved yet bright smile, as though asking him something like that was the most intimidating thing to ever do. She quickly bowed her head in thanks. “Thank you so much, I owe you big time!” Hajime smiled a little himself, opening his mouth to respond but his idiotic friend called for him.

“Iwa-Chan! Quit talking with your admirers and let’s get going.” Oikawa began walking down the hall after their other friends. “Us first years can’t be late you know!”

Hajime sighed in both annoyance and embarrassment. He turned his head slightly towards Oikawa. “Yeah, yeah, I’m coming.” He glanced back at (Y/N). “Sorry, I’ve gotta go.”

(Y/N) shook her head, smiling. “No, no, it’s fine. I’ll see you tomorrow.” She began to walk back towards the classroom, waving back at him. “Thanks again, Iwaizumi!”

Hajime stopped from typing on his computer as he thought back to almost 6 years ago. The moment that he met the love of his life was cliche for sure, but he still loved her nonetheless. From the random nonsense she would spew at him, to how cute she looked when struggling to reach for something and would refuse to admit that she needed his help, to how she would comfort him after bad practices and games alike; there wasn’t a single thing about her that made him not want to love her. That was why he had to marry her.

“Iwa!” (Y/N) quickly made her way over to Hajime, smiling bright despite it being so late in the day. “Are you ready to go?”

Hajime turned to look at her, ignoring Oikawa’s rant about whatever skill or technique he had been working on that day during practice. He managed a smile despite being so worn out from the last few hours. “Yeah, I just need to get changed real quick then we can head out.”

It had been almost a year since the two of them started dating, and things were going well. Slow, but good nonetheless. They ate lunch together, walked to and from school, and had the occasional date night every other week or so. It was simple, but with them still being in high school and being busy with things in their lives outside of classes, it was just about all they could do anyways.

Of course, Hajime had the constant thought at the back of his mind of whether or not it was enough for (Y/N).

They had just started their second year at Aoba Johsai, and although both of them acted comfortable with the way they had been doing things, Hajime was worried that she would leave him for someone that could give her more. This then led him to worry if (Y/N) was worrying about whether or not she was enough for him.

She constantly reassured him that it was okay if he couldn’t walk her to school one morning due to an earlier morning practice, or if she happened to have a family event in the evening so they couldn’t get snacks after their clubs were done for the day. As long as they could keep in touch, and still felt the same about one another, everything was okay, at least in her eyes.

He believed what she said, but Hajime still had to ask her something for the sake of his sanity before he got desperate enough to ask Oikawa for help. It wasn’t that he hated any ideas or suggestions he thought of, he just didn’t think that a plan from a guy who only flirts and rarely (actually) dates women would work in Hajime’s case.

Iwaizumi finished changing as fast as he could, quickly saying goodbye to everyone in the clubroom before leaving and rushing down the metal stairs to meet his girlfriend at the bottom. “Ready when you are.”

Their walk was nothing out of the ordinary. Loosely held hands, talking about how their clubs went and sharing funny stories or jokes about some of their friends (mostly Oikawa), and overall enjoying each other’s company. They decided to skip snacks on the way home tonight, as (Y/N) told Hajime that her mother had planned a big dinner and didn’t want to miss out on it, but that made the walk no less interesting.

Silence fell upon them after (Y/N) finished talking about how one of her friends in her club had accidentally messaged their crush about something embarrassing, and a slight breeze went past the two of them, making (Y/N) shiver slightly. She didn’t say anything, but Hajime noticed and let go of her hand to put his arm around her waist and hold her close.

“Iwa-”

“You’re cold.”

(Y/N) didn’t say anything else, only smiling and leaning against him as they continued to walk. A moment or so later, Hajime spoke up.

“By the way, do you have anything going on in a couple months?”

The two stopped at an intersection to wait for the crosswalk to turn green and (Y/N) took out her phone to check her calendar. She shrugged as she looked through it, double checking just to make sure. “I don’t think so. Why?”

“Are you busy June 18th?”

(Y/N) glanced at the date again on her phone as Hajime responded almost immediately. She smiled as she remembered the date. “You mean to tell me you’re planning something for our 1 year anniversary?” She held back a giggle as she saw his face flush slightly. She always found it cute when he let his guard down and got flustered because of her.

Hajime glanced up, seeing the crosswalk signal change. He pulled (Y/N) close to him once again and started to cross the street with her. He sighed, knowing it was now or never. “Well, I’m planning on it.” Here it goes. “I’m just not entirely sure what to do.”

(Y/N) did her best to look up at him, despite him holding onto her the way that he was. “What do you mean?” She didn’t necessarily understand why he seemed so unsure and nervous on the subject. Afterall, all she could really ask for was a day with him by herself; however, there was a look in his eye as Hajime continued to look ahead at the sidewalk that practically told her that an answer like that wouldn’t suffice for him. “You don’t have to worry yourself, Iwaizumi. I don’t need anything special or extravagant like what most girls would want.”

“But I feel like I could be doing more and,” he paused, glancing down at the concrete. “I just don’t know what I can do for you.” There it was. He didn’t plan on saying it that quickly into the conversation, but it was racking his mind like crazy.

(Y/N) forced the two of them to slow their walk until they were stopped. She stood in front of him; the look in her eyes almost held the same emotion his did: worry. “Wait, is there a problem with me? Is what we’ve been doing getting old?” Of course she knew it was a little irrational to think much less say these thoughts to him, but now she couldn’t help it. Hajime shook his head, his gaze never leaving her eyes.

“No, no, of course not.” He paused, quickly gathering his thoughts. “If anything, it’s more of the other way around.” He laughed softly, part of it almost forced out. He took hold of her hands, looking at them before meeting her gaze once again. “I just care about you so much that I’m afraid of screwing up what we already have.”

“But I’ve already told you that I don’t need much.”

“Yes, but you deserve so much more.”

(Y/N) felt her heart practically skip at his words, touched and even felt the love radiating off his words. She knew that they hadn’t been dating long enough for most people to say it, but she could still feel the love between the two of them.

(Y/N) didn’t know until Hajime told her almost a year later, but that was the moment that he realized he loved her. He also didn’t believe her at first when she said that part of her knew. It was all so uncanny to both of them that it just felt unreal. Of course, both of them knew that they didn’t care how typical their relationship was. It was theirs and no one else’s.

Hajime took a deep breath, the smile slowly leaving his face as he stared at the computer screen, looking through link after link, google search after google search, trying to find not only the right ring, but the right time and place as well. He sighed again, shaking his head.

“This isn’t working.”

He stood up from his desk, grabbing his wallet, keys, and jacket before heading out the door. Maybe some hands on searching would help him. They had come this far, and he knew that he couldn’t fail her now.

“I just,” (Y/N) sighed, shaking her head. “I can’t believe that won’t let up about this.”

It was late, around 10pm on a Friday, and (Y/N) had been on a skype call with Hajime for the past half hour or so. She hadn’t been messaging him for a few hours since he dropped her off at home, which worried him a little, but he knew that she wouldn’t be ignoring him on purpose. So he decided to keep himself distracted until he received a Skype call on his computer from her.

He was a little confused, as they didn’t Skype often, nor had she texted prior to calling him. Of course, that didn’t stop him from walking over to his desking and sitting down before answering the call. He felt his heart break at the sound and sight of her crying, one hand holding her forehead as she the other held a crumpled up tissue to her eyes. Hajime would have done anything to physically be with her right now, but he knew that he couldn’t at the moment.

“Baby, what’s wrong?”

“It’s just my parents again.” She sniffled, looking up at the camera as she heard his voice. “I swear once we’ve graduated, I’m going to keep as little contact with them as possible.”

Ever since (Y/N)’s parent’s met Hajime, they loved him. They knew he was caring, protective, and all around a great guy for their daughter. When they found out his intentions after high school, they started to suggest things to (Y/N) that, in short terms, would make her want to either push Hajime to consider a different career, or even break up with him.

Yes, Hajime was a great volleyball player, but neither of (Y/N)’s parents thought that he could make a living playing professionally. Sports at the national level were hard enough to make into as it is, and as talented as he was, neither of them thought he could.

Hajime was aware of this, after (Y/N)’s parents started talking to her about life after high school, and he honestly didn’t care for their opinions on his playing; but after seeing how upset they made (Y/N) and realizing that he didn’t know himself how he was supposed to make his girlfriend’s parents completely happy with her choice of being with him, he couldn’t help but be annoyed and upset as well.

Hajime had managed to calm (Y/N) down on the matter, but her thoughts about life after graduation continued. Yes, the year had just started, but there was still so much to decide on. What would life after the two of them graduated be like? Would they both be in college; same or different? Would Hajime go out for a national team and make it resulting in her to go wherever he went, or be in a long distance relationship? Would neither of them go to college, each get a job, and move in somewhere together?

So many questions ran through her head, and Hajime could tell even if she was through a screen. Just in case her parents might have been able to hear, he quickly pulled out his phone and sent her a text. As she received it, (Y/N) glanced up at her computer to see Hajime simply looking at her and gesturing for her to open it.

Hajime: You wanna go get some food?

(Y/N) couldn’t help but smile, quickly replying.

(Y/N): Yes please

Hajime: Great. I’ll pick you up in 10

She glanced up at the screen one more time, seeing him smile at her. It read everything, but she still said it nonetheless. “I love you.”

“I love you, too.”

Just like he said, Hajime picked her up at her house (as it hadn’t been the first time she had snuck out), and he drove the two of them to her favorite fast food place. They went through the drive-thru but stayed in the parking lot to eat as they had nowhere else to go. This time, it was (Y/N) who had to ask him a question that had been rattling her mind.

“What do you think our lives are going to be like after we graduate?”

Hajime looked over at her, still chewing his food, and saw the look on her face. Part of her was still thinking about what her parents said about him, but he couldn’t blame her. He swallowed and turned in his seat to face her. “Well, what would you like it to be?”

(Y/N) looked down for a moment in thought and smiled. It was as though she had already thought about it. “I would love for us to live together. If only I go to college, I’d study while you play for one of the national level teams, and I’d also get a job to help pay for things.” She set the bag of food down on the floor of the car below her seat before holding both of her knees in her arms as she sat. She continued to think about what their life could be like, a fond smile still on her face.

“However, if you don’t make a national team, I know you’ll still play at the college we decide to go to. Hell, maybe even Oikawa will follow us there if he doesn’t make a team either.” She chuckles, causing Hajime to do the same. She bit her lip in thought, letting go of her knees so her legs could relax and looking out through the car windshield at the street 10 or so feet away from them. Hajime stayed silent as he knew (Y/N) had more that she wanted to say.

“Later down the road after I, or we both,” she glanced at him, “graduate, we’ll continue to live together. We’ll both have stable jobs, and I just know you’re going to be involved with professional volleyball whether you’re on the court, interviewing players, or spectating games.” She smiled to herself again. “And,” she looked up at him once more, “we’ll even get married.”

Hajime considered that either time had stopped or his heart had. Whether it was one, the other, or both, his gaze did not leave hers. He was so surprised by her last statement that his face didn’t show any other emotion other than shock. (Y/N) couldn’t tell if it was the good or bad kind. Eventually, he spoke up, his hand reaching out to hold her own. “You really mean that?”

(Y/N) couldn’t stop the tearful smile from appearing on her face, nodding and squeezing his hand slightly. “Yes, Hajime.” She took hold of his other hand. “I love you so much and I want us to be together for as long as time will allow us.”

Hajime didn’t stop himself, nor could he if he wanted to. He leaned over the center console of the car and kissed her, one of his hands letting go of hers to gently hold the back of her neck to keep her close.

They kissed for a few seconds before (Y/N) broke away to climb over the gearshift to straddle his lap. She pulled him close once again to resume the kiss, her hands holding his shoulders and neck while his stayed on her waist.

Soon enough, (Y/N) was clinging to Hajime with all that she had, smiling and giggling in between kisses and causing him to do the same. She paused for a moment, resting her forehead against his, both of them breathless.

“Hajime?” Her voice was barely above a whisper, but he still heard her nonetheless.

“Yeah?”

(Y/N) stared at him for a moment before breaking out into a wide grin again. “I love you so much.”

Hajime smiled as well, one hand gently holding onto her cheek as his eyes closed. “I love you, too.”

“We carry a wide selection of rings varying from bands to the diamonds, and we can customize just about any ring to make sure that she says yes.”

Hajime nodded, paying careful attention to what the saleswoman was telling him. She was nice and soft with her words, as though she had gone through her fair share of nervous boyfriends trying to find the perfect ring. He appreciated the help as much as the next guy, but now that he had done all the research he could and was finally looking in a store, it was as though all of that research was gone from his head.

“So,” she turned to face Hajime, still smiling as sweet as ever. “Is there anything in particular that you’re looking for? Or possibly a style or cut that you know she’s wanting?”

Hajime shrugged, a nervous smile on his face. “To be honest, I’m not entirely sure.”

“Well that’s totally fine!” She smiled, walking over to a display of rings. “Lots of people come in not knowing what they’re looking for. However,” she walked behind the display, gesturing to it. “These styles and cuts are the most popular with our customers.”

Hajime nodded, looking over each ring individually. They were all beautiful for sure; some had plain bands, others had designs or diamonds on the sides of the main gem. There were rings that had one big diamond, rings with 2 or 3 small ones, and he could picture (Y/N) each and every one of them. Then he saw the price tags, and his heart dropped.

His gaze went to each and every one, and it was as though he could feel his face get paler as he read over all of them. He and (Y/N) were halfway through their second year in college, and he knew that both of them were in quite a bit of debt as it was. Paying for any one of these rings would probably put them even more into the negative. He couldn’t do that to her.

Then he pictured him calling Oikawa for help and possibly ruining the relationship to the point that she may dump him. He just couldn’t leave the store empty handed.

Hajime cleared his throat to not seem too uncertain or even unstable. He looked up at the woman across the display. “Pardon me for asking, but what are the least expensive rings you have available?”

The woman stared at him for a second, a little shocked that he asked that out of all the possible questions she already had an answer for, but she still did her job with the same kind smile. She walked over to a different display, Hajime following close behind on the other side of the glass cases. “Well, I wouldn’t call them the cheapest diamond rings, of course, but they’re definitely the least in value given the sizes of the diamonds and/or the styles and material of the bands.”

Hajime nodded, once again looking over each of the rings by what they looked like before looking at the prices. He didn’t want to admit it, but he could practically see why these rings were the least expensive. They weren’t as flashy or as big as the most commonly sold; and he knew that (Y/N) had told him time and time again that she didn’t need what most girls wanted, and that what he offered her would always be enough. Five and a half years into the relationship, but he still second guessed himself on that matter.

Hajime blinked a couple times to clear his thoughts, and began to look over the price tags. Once again, he could picture (Y/N) wearing them, but they didn’t seem as perfect as the ones in the first display case. But the price tags were in his range at the moment, and he thanked every god he could that he had been saving up over the last two years.

He then noticed a ring that was practically in the bottom corner of the display, standing at ¥26,443.56, which he knew was extremely cheap for an engagement ring. Of course, it was also the simplest and smallest. The lady behind the counter noticed his eye on it, and gently pulled it out of the case for him to see up close.

“This one is probably the most stereotypical, as it’s a simple 14k white gold band with a 0.25 carat round cut diamond with six prongs holding it. It’s the smallest we have to offer, but it might just be in your price range along with the other rings here.” She smiled and placed the ring back on the cushion on which it was displayed.

Hajime nodded, glancing over at the other display he first saw. The rings he saw in there were more extravagant and and elegant, and he could easily pick any one of them as they all would look beautiful on (Y/N); however, he just couldn’t put the two of them in debt over a ring that he may have to return anyway from not making payments on time. He took a deep breath and looked down at the ring that the woman had taken out of the display case, and smiled.

‘This one is probably the most stereotypical.’

Just like he and (Y/N). This was the ring.

“I’ll go with this one.”

~    ~    ~

Later that evening, Hajime had decided to throw away all suggestions that the internet gave him and go with his gut feeling with proposing: a nice home cooked dinner in the comfort of the apartment they had lived in since they graduated high school, and at the end he’d get down on one knee and ask the fabled question.

(Y/N) been at work all afternoon, and it had been a rough one. Customers go frustrated, coworkers not doing what they were supposed to, her boss “kindly” warning her of some things. It was practically the whole nine yards and all she wanted was for Hajime to hold and comfort her. The moment she opened the door, she almost slammed it closed as she walked inside. She quickly took off her shoes and dropped her bag at the door before heading towards the kitchen where she knew Hajime would be making dinner. The moment she saw him, he was already making his way towards her and immediately took her into his arms.

The moment Hajime heard the door open and slam shut, he knew something was wrong. He turned the stove off and started walking towards the door. He met her half way, his arms around her waist while hers were around his middle. She couldn’t help but tear up finally letting go of all the pent up stress the day had brought upon her.

Part of Hajime didn’t want to bring up the proposal, but part of him also wanted to make her feel better from it. And as the night wore on, he couldn’t help but sway back and forth between each decision. First, he managed to calm her down and make her feel better, but then he shortly forgot about the dinner and almost burnt it. Then, while dinner tasted great, he forgot to finish making the desert and (Y/N) had to help him. While he appreciated the help, he wanted this night to be for her. She deserved so much and no matter what he did, it just didn’t seem to be-

“Hajime.”

He flinched slightly as he felt (Y/N) hug him from behind. He offered to wash the dishes while she got a quick shower, and he didn’t realize how harshly he was scrubbing at a plate until (Y/N) got his attention. He had been so lost in thought all evening, more so all day than anything else, that it was really starting to catch up with him. He sighed, shaking his head. “Sorry.”

“What’s wrong?”

“I don’t want to bother you with my problems.”

“That’s what couples are supposed to do.” (Y/N) smiled as she got a chuckle out of him. “And then they make you feel better again with distractions or solutions.” She let go of him, walking around to sit on the counter next to the sink. She was dressed in her robe, hair still wet, but she still looked as beautiful as ever in Hajime’s eyes.

“Well you, for sure, are a distraction, my love.” He smiled cheekily, moving to stand in between her legs and hold onto her waist while he kissed her gently. (Y/N) couldn’t help but smile into the kiss, pulling away first.

“Now, why don’t you tell me what’s wrong, and I’ll help you with whatever it is.”

Hajime stared at her for a second before taking a deep breath. “Okay.” He reached into his back pocket and pulled out the black box that held the ring. He didn’t need to open it as he saw (Y/N)’s eyes widen. She immediately felt herself tear up and held one hand to her mouth. Her eyes stayed trained on the box while his stared at her own. “It’s this that’s been troubling me.

“(Y/N), I’ve been in love with you for over 5 years, and I plan to never stop. We’ve been there for each other through so many pinnacle moments of our lives from when I lost my last high school game to when you finally stood up to your parents about what you were going to do with your life.” Hajime’s breath hitched a little as (Y/N) finally looked up to meet his eye. “I know that we’re going to have both hardships and great times together ahead of us, but as long as I have you getting me through it,” he smiled, starting to tear up. “I know that nothing can get between us.” Then he frowned, glancing down at the box himself.

“However, I know that I can’t always offer you the best that the world has to offer. Whether it be the house we stay in, the work lives we have, or even this ring.” He opened the box, starting to feel a small wave of embarrassment. “I’m always afraid that who I am and what I have to offer may never be enough for you someday, but damn it I will always try to be.”

Hajime paused, feeling that if he went on any longer that he’d bore her or she’d make him stop. Instead, he took a deep breath and removed the ring from it’s box. “I know that it’s not a whole carat or fancy looking, but it’s all that I could afford, and I hope that you’ll accept it and me for the rest of your life.” He smiled, seeing as (Y/N) was doing the same despite the tears starting to fall. “So, (Y/N) (L/N), will you marry me?”

(Y/N) let out a breath that she didn’t know she was holding at first, and grinned wide. “Yes.” She nodded, pulling him in for a kiss. This time, it was Hajime who broke it first, sliding the ring onto her finger. She whispered.

“No matter if you're rich, poor, can give me nothing, or give me something, I will always love you Hajime Iwaizumi. And I will never trade you for someone else no matter what they do to try and persuade me.”

Hajime couldn’t keep the grin off his face as he leaned in close and kissed her again. “I’ll always love you, too, (Y/N) Iwaizumi.”

(Y/N) laughed softly, playing with the hairs on the back of his head as her hands rested there. “Oh, so it’s already decided that I’m taking your last name?”

He laughed as well. “I mean can you blame me? I don’t think Hajime (R/N) really fits. Unless you really think that the Iwaizumi name isn’t enough for you.” He smirked, enjoying how he got her laugh so hard at that.

“While I’d greatly agree for the sake of messing with you, it actually sounds perfect.” She smiled, eyes never leaving his. “As long as it’s from you, it’s enough.”

#iwaizumi x reader #Iwaizumi Hajime #hajime iwaizumi #hajime x reader #iwaizumi headcanons #haikyuu iwaizumi #iwaizumi scenarios #hq iwaizumi #iwaizumi hajime imagine #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu imagine #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyuu hc #seijoh #Aoba Johsai #seijoh third years #aoba johsai third years #hq #hq x reader #hq imagines #hq headcanons #hq hc #my post #my work #My writing

[evillgang]

Here's EG!Fell Mettaton EX, Neo, and... a little spamton sneak peek??? or something i dunno, he's here- For clarification, we're doing both EG!Deltafell and EG!Underfell. Just kinda focusing on Underfell first to pad for time until more deltarune is out when we're 200 years old

Snazz-Z -

#mettaton #art #artists on tumblr #artwork #egunderfell #toby fox #underfell #drawing #evilgang #undertale au #deltarune #deltarune au #mettatron ex #mettaton neo #underfell mettaton #spamton #spamton neo #egfell #deltafell #EGDeltafell #holy smokes that's a lot of tags I'm so ashamed

[kkpaaw]

Finished my bois updated ref so i decided to submit him. I know I said that I was gonna draw Oc's based off the movie(and I am!) I just really got inspired to update my first ever Trolls Oc. I made him after the first movie and the only thing that changed is his appearance lmao.

Anyway let me introduce u to my boi.

Vio

○ Nickname: V, Viv

○ Age: 20

○ Date of Birth: 08/3/XXXX

○ Sex: Male

○ Gender: Male

○ Species: R&B Troll

○ Voice: Ne-Yo(ok so I love this man's music, sue me)

○ He's a Demiromantic Boi

PERSONALITY: 

|| + Charismatic | + Confident | + Polite || = Calm| = Levelheaded | = Relaxed || - Lazy |- Sarcastic |- Pushover

Vio is a charismatic troll who is also a complete pushover. He considers himself to be very simple, but those knowing him would disagree. He is often very calm and levelheaded, usually talking in a very relaxed and sorta lazy manner, making him seem to be a troll who is always tired, though that is usually not the case.

He is very polite, and talks in a sort of formal manner with a little slang here and there. There are times where his sarcasm comes forth and cam make him seem mean, but it's all in good faith, he never goes out of his way to be intentionally mean to anyone.

○ Likes: 

+ Gum

+ Whistling

+ Rain

+ Early Mornings

+ Morning Dew

+ Cooking

+ His Guitar

○ Dislikes: 

X Cold Weather

X Late Nights

X Headaches(he gets those alot)

X Bitter foods

RELATIONSHIPS:  

○ Sweetheart: None

○ Friends:

Asui | Pop Troll| Alive

"Amazing Troll. Helped me out of a lot of dark times. Without him I dunno what ide do"

Cher | Country/R&B Troll| Alive

"She's neat. She helps keep the group together. And she's pretty funny"

○ Allies:  

○ Enemies:

HISTORY

Vio's story is actually kind of sad. He was born to his parents Snazz and Bon, in the home of the RnB Trolls, Rhythm Valley.

His younger years were full of fun and laughter as his parents were a very active bunch who always tried to make every day of his full of fun while also teaching him the importance of the R&B livelihood. When he was around 10 he started learning how to play the guitar-with alot of failures along the way much to his frustration and his father's amusement. When he was 12 he got his first tattoo which is a tradition that many R&B trolls take part of when they turn 12.

It was when he turned 15 that things took a turn for the worst. This night Vio will always remember vividly. The entire day before the event he had a bad feeling the whole day and tried telling his parents, who didn't listen. It even got so bad that he couldn't sleep and had to sleep with his parents who managed to finally convince him with a song that everything was ok. After he calmed down they finally fell asleep, convinced everything was alright.

If only...

When he woke up the next day he immediately knew something was wrong. The terrible feeling came back in full force and when he noticed his parents weren't in bed with him he panicked and shot up and ran through the house shouting and calling for them only to not get an answer. When he ran outside he noticed how quiet it was. There was no sound. No one around. No nothing. He couldn't see any trolls walking around and that scared him so he ran about going around town looking for some face, someone he could see, anyone.

Yet he found no one. It was like the entire town vanished leaving am empty husk of a city and Vio all alone.

Vio ended up breaking down and crying for a long long time. Where did everyone go??? It took even longer for him to be able to gather the courage to leave his now deserted home 2 weeks after he realized everyone was gone.

He ended up becoming a traveler and to this day still is one at the age of 20. He's been to so many places and met so many trolls and eventually met his best friend Asui(or Sammie as Vio calls him) who ended up traveling with him. Then one day they saved a grey troll who was severely injured, with lost memories and invited her to join them..wonder what adventures await...

______

That's pretty much it on Vio(for now lmao) He is actually an Oc that I'm going to use for a fanfic I hopefully plan on making! Hope you guys like him!

More OC bios to come!

#trolls 2 #trolls oc #trolls world tour #my art #KKPaaw #Vio #dw trolls #dreamworks trolls #trolls dreamworks #R&B Troll #will expand on this music genre of trolls later~ #help this boy #trolls

[gointothevvater]

9:30pm

Chapter three of One Night Only

.

The stage was a world all its own, and there was nowhere better. There was no high quite so addictive. Pickles was certain he would never get used to it, his held head high and he and the boys and St. Cecilia took their places.

He'd been addicted since his junior year of high school, when the marching band had gone to Georgia and performed at the Peach Bowl. He'd shown up buzzed, and the drum major had been pissed, but it hadn't mattered, because the performance was flawless. By the end of the night, all the rest of the band had gotten wasted, too, and Pickles had gotten said drum major's tongue shoved down his throat. It had been the first time he'd kissed a guy. It had gotten them both kicked out, too, of not only the band, but also school in general. Unseemly behavior, the principal had called it.

That expulsion had been what had pushed Pickles out of Tomahawk and into LA. Snakes N' Barrels would never have come about were it not for the principal being a raging homophobe. Pickles had mailed him a copy of the Playgirl issue he'd posed for as a thank-you.

Read below or on AO3! 

The curtain was up, but the stage was dark, and the crowd was silent, but there was a soundless, breathless anticipation in the air.

The song began with the lead guitar, and a single spotlight shone down on St. Cecilia as she played them in, looking like an angel in purple lipstick, her golden hair all aglow. Pickles had that same lipstick on his palm. As long as the mark is there, she had told him the first time she'd done it, I'm with you, and you've nothing to fear. He no longer got stage fright, but it was greatly comforting just the same. There hadn't been a single show where she hadn't taken him aside and pressed a kiss to his palm beforehand.

The bass kicked in next, and Tony got a spotlight of his own. He was smoking as he played, as was his way, and the shadow from the brim of his top hat was obscuring his eyes. He was wreathed in smoke, and it was clear why the fans had labeled him as the mysterious one, though there was nothing mysterious about him at all. He was an open book. It was endearing; Pickles liked that about him.

The drums began, and Sammy was the only one who was lit from both above and below, the cymbals casting riotous light all over, dancing when he struck them.  He was grinning ear-to-ear, as he always did when he was on stage. The girls in the audience were screaming for him, as they always did, and he reveled in it.

And then came Snazz, his eyes closed as he plucked at the strings of his guitar. He smiled to himself as he played, and Pickles felt the little knot that had formed in his chest loosen at last. The stage was the only place Snazz seemed happy these days. It was good to see him smile.

At long last, the spotlight fell upon Pickles, and he began to sing, his voice nearly lost to the cheering of the crowd. They were singing along, chanting his name, chanting all their names, as if they were gods and not just another glam rock band.

Hell, Pickles thought as he sang to the pounding of Sammy's drums and the purr of Tony's bass and the screaming of St. Cecilia and Snazz's guitars, maybe they were.

#snakes n' barrels #Metalocalypse #pickles the drummer #tony thunderbottom #sammy Twinskins #snizzy snazz bullets #st. cecilia jameson #my mtl

[sentientpaperbag]

Also I'm trying real hard not to Headcannon your tallest oc and royal guard oc are Cals parents

oh they’re not lol

they’re from a loooooooooooooooooooooonnnnnnnng time before she was born

but she is related to them

maybe

:3

and actually the Tallest oc is Snazz’s baby (one of many that you will eventually see lol

i just saw him and fell in love with him

#writeroffanfiction

[krystalia-productions]

YO WHAT UP Okay no sorry I've been busy lol BUT I'M NOT BUSY ENOUGH TO BE MISSING A CHILD'S BIRTHDAY BDJXXJJSNXKSJXJDKZJKD HAPPY BIRTHDAY SNAZZ CHILD! I HOPE YOU HAD A WONDERFUL DAY! Also-- *slides over plate of cookies* here you go~ I didn't know what kind you liked so I went with simple chocolate chip haha. Dice is willing to bake you a cake if you want it but otherwise he will eventually finish his gift for you and get it to you (hes working hard even though he fell asleep at the desk..) yeah Lyric I believe already sent his through mail I'm not sure Please stop glitter bombing me thanks--//shot Snazz belongs to @alternativesaga

#Snazz #My art #happy birthday Snazz! #Snazz's birthday #ndkxkkskdkskdkka #gel pens #yeah #here you go lol

[undermycitadel]

The Hollow Living Room

Summary: “If you do xreader requests, can I request one where Mick meets the reader, a young American heiress, and is low key crushing on her but she is wary of his intentions. So he writes her a song.”

Pairing: Mick Jaggerxwhoever

Word Count: 3,054

A/N: God bless your patience, and enjoy.

And I still remember her well from that dull and tedious day. The glaze in the air was warm and damp, perhaps a rain had fallen the night before, and the hot air was soaking up the dewdrops in the grass. In the prime of the room where the blinds let in enough light to shed shine into the entire room. I could see the dust floating midair apart from my cigarette smoke in the light that poured through the scarcely parted blinds. The hardwood was an ash color and brought me back to my cigarette’s draw every time I went to take a puff but was cool unlike it, yet, as unwelcoming as such. And the walls were still fresh with paint. A walnut oil mixture of white we painted over the yellowed worn in white from the house’s previous owner. Other decorations were hardly acceptable for what I thought my guest deserved; dark baroque fireplace, long glass coffee table atop a long fur rug, a embroidered couch, again, blessed with great length, and two wooden chairs opposite the couch embroidered with texture. Was I supposed to have shipped mountains of furniture, fixtures, and fittings the moment I bought it or was I to foresee the visitor days before her arrival to prepare as best I saw I should? I should have, should I have? Because I was the one who invited her, however, I did not she would, understanding her social class versus mine.

I woke up earlier than usual. Once every blue moon, when the Fall made everything chilly, my alarm clock would sneak around my schedule and wake me with its unrelenting clashing of two metals but I would somehow wake before it and stammer to deactivate the alarm before ever ruining my mood. But three-thirty seven was a far cry from six-thirty, so what was I to do in my spare three hours before the day starts for every person around me? My tired gait pulled me past the light switch of my bedroom, through the narrow hall, over ice-wooded floorboards, down the metal stepped staircase that felt like hours of stairs, and to the hollow living room. There, over my lack of furnishing lay a packet of ground beans to last two servings. Coffee. I made a cup with the warm water of the tap. I brought it with me to the couch in the living room where I could barely see the cup in front of my face. Luckily I had the sense to light the gladly working fireplace pre-supplied with wood fit for burning. From there, it was a bunch of sitting. Sitting and waiting for three hours to pass. There were no clocks around. I hadn’t bought any yet but I knew that around six that the sun said hello, so I would wait for the sunlight to replace the need for the fireplace.

I went back to bed after the coffee and was rather disappointed by its false advertisement on the packaging. “’Guaranteed to wake your eyes’,” I remembered the packaging’s claim after waking up four hours later. “’Guaranteed’ my ass,” I grumbled, wiping the sleep from my eyes. My fingers raked my itchy top and laced easily through the tangles near the ends of my hair almost overdue for a trim. Had my fringe pass my lips, I would have tended to them the moment I noticed, but to the media, it was a very ‘rock and roll style’. Whatever that meant. In the way of my peripheral lay a stack of crumbled neatly folded papers and notes. There were others as well, such as boxes taped tenderly, bubble wrap over unpackaged items of the miscellaneous category that could have easily peaked my interest as to what stood underneath the coating but another odd paper stood out. I rubbed my eyes a final time before breaking the bed to pick up the paper and remember when I’d jotted whatever on it. I couldn’t comprehend why I wrote down with a scratchy pen the telephone number of a girl named Jolie. I thought nothing of it, even scrunched my face over the responsibility of another slip of paper with the phone number belonging to a girl I would not remember in two weeks. Figuring it was another part of the job, I crumbled the paper up and tossed it aside anywhere on the floor before climbing back onto my space in the bed. My lack of clothing, that being underwear, was compensated by the thick blanket on the mattress. It felt like the pressures of everything was away. The remaining drowsiness was massaging my shoulders, and for a while, I felt good. Then I remembered where she came from and was jolted from a sudden sleep. I couldn’t explain why my heart was racing but I felt an urge of fear. That feeling drew me to my knees on the hardwood where I looked through nothingness to retrieve the paper. Once the slip was in my possession I rushed to press and flatten it so I could read out the entire name.

The number became more familiar as I read and reread it over again in my head. “760-588-8633,” I read aloud. My eyes tread up the paper a bit and I followed suit with the name that was causing me the utmost stress. “Jolie Quar-Quar, what the fuck? Qurratul Ann- Ayn?” My hopelessness was close to pathetic. Besides the first name, the only other part of the entirely too long name was the surname; Preity. Realization overpowered by drowsy, eventually clearing a path for some train of thought. It came clear. Preity, she was, and pretty, was she. I remembered at once her Preity-ness from our most recent encounter, almost one week past this morning. I went back deeper, father to remember that month we’d first met eyes. But I couldn’t. Pulling back to deeper concentration, I pulled my knees under my chin and held them together with the glue that was my overlapping arms. In that fetal position, although comfortable, was doing nothing for my memory. I set aside the paper and rose from the bed, because what good would it do me to hold onto something I was probably too in over my head to reconcile with? A number of occasions of which this happened were far too often. Girls came and went, most of them were often basic looking girls with undeveloped blossoms for their age. Jolie is like all the rest, I thought, trying to convince myself before I fell into the trap was I warned about many times by my dear friends and apparent  ‘experts at the game’. I wouldn’t allow myself the strain of another Chrissy Shrimpton. The day already commenced, and I was past it, or, I had to be past it because past my foggy remembrance of Jolie’s distant features, I did remember the date of my studio sessions that were to take place less than two hours from now. I raised my arms over my head and stretched them over my head until I felt the satisfying pop of my joints. If I had the sense to throw out the paper, I would have. But unfortunately, I was too stubborn to let go the mystery that was Jolie, But I could only go so far.

The day wouldn’t wait for me to remember the woman from whenever before that morning, so I pushed aside my hesitation and took care of my hygiene ritual. I had to lump it for a cold shower because no phone calls had been made yet, brush my teeth with peroxide because ‘where were my things?’, and wait for my hair to air dry and get poofy because that’s just how it came to be. Somewhere in a box marked ‘Snazz’, I plucked out my outfit. I chose a gray turtleneck, khaki trousers, and my puffy coat for the walk to the studio not far at all from where I lived. My only concern was not getting pneumonia from the few blocks I would pass and the terribly strong wind raping the air, I slipped on my shoes, and the slip of paper into my pocket before leaving. I would be sure to ask my mates if they had any recollection of her to spare.

We had great fun that day. I remember because not an ounce of work had been done. We were not in a hurry to record, no deadlines were needed to be matched. For once we had free time to do what we pleased. Practicing covers were the easiest, as you may tell because there was little to no thinking involved. Sure a bit of pizazz and a little change to your vocals were necessary so you wouldn’t be considered a poser, but that time was much too far into the future to worry about, I could have gotten drunk and made a mistake but instead, I wanted to pick the brains of my companions. Jolie was burning a hole in my pocket, practically begging the question, ‘Who am I?’ I was resting easily on a foam padded rolling chair by the mixing tables, tempted by the important looking buttons that lay scattered on the surface. To the left of me was the door that enclosed the recording area that I often locked myself in to get just the right sound or record mimicking vocals of Little Richard, and one time, record Andrew’s Blues. Not a soul passed by there that day, Not even to light a joint in privacy. And to my right was a very narrow Keith Richards. He was not occupied, rather, he stood at the replica platinum albums on the wall just staring. Staring at nothing but the thin layer of dust overtop the faux vinyl. There was no point in waiting, then, we were due for another seven hour day, and so I popped the question.

“Keith,” I established my ethos, “c’mere for a bit,”

He stayed fixed to the wall for a while, and I began tot think he’d dodged my attention entirely at his lack thereof, but not to my dismay, he came eventually, sporting an easy smirk. Obviously, he’d partaken in the grass that had been passed around. And about the only thing fun about the boring day was the herb. “What man?” he asked, extending his vowels. “I was just checking out that paint dry. Fucking fantastic,” he held up an ‘okay,’ gesture with his hand calloused from the day before. I knew his tolerance was high enough for me to pick his brain. So I did with as much care as a friend desperately seeking out information.

I groped inside my pocket for the paper and held it before his eyes. He blinked one time, then another, then pulled my hand closer into his peripheral, his hand nearly scraping mine clear to blood. “Hmm…,” he ingested the name and number, probably remembering where he’d seen it before. “…I think…isn’t this…Jolie?” ‘Duh,’ I wanted to say but refrained. It was good, though. He was onto something, and it was good. So I let it be.

“Yeah, but, but do you know where you know her from? You have a good memory. Sure you can bring up a date.”

“Hmm… From what I can recall, we met the bird last week at that fucking art auction or whatever the fuck it was Robert Fraser hosted.” I waited for him to continue but he stopped as if the bit of information he told was all he had memorized. He looked satisfied with his answer.

“…and?” I beckoned my hand in my lap.

“…and?” he mimicked.

“Do you by any chance remember how-” I plucked the paper, “this fell into my possession?”

“How could I forget it? That party was a gas.”

“Tell me about the girl, then. I could care less about the bloody party.”

Keith shifted his weight after taking the paper in his palm. And he told me the story, of which I had no recollection of ever being present in the fictional tale of how I supposedly met Jolie. The day would not last forever, and though I could definitely waste the day in the studio, it was too much of a bore for me to stay past due. I walked home. And it wasn’t until fifty-seven steps in the direction of my house that I was caught dead in my tracks. In the center of the concrete tile, I stood paralyzed with realization. Suddenly it was all clear to me, the picture, the number, the girl, everything was vivid in my head and once again, I knew.

She was at the art auction and I’d spotted her. it was the second floor of the venue where the sculptures and such were poised for our viewing pleasures. In her hand was a sparkling cider, and on her body was a cream colored silky opulent wrap dress. Her features were dewy and soft and the lips I saw painted the purest red drew me in. I acknowledged my own attractiveness and knew she would be open to talking to me. I was no stranger to the crowdś reactions at our performances. Iḿ a ladies man, and if the trait is something out of manipulation then you are not a very good one. I was the manipulator, the operator behind the grand scheme of my image. Every move was calculated, every word carefully placed, and every glance was littered with the boyish charm that would come to sexualize me later.

I followed her to the balcony where I found her looking quite dramatically out into the night stars. She turned around almost as my first foot made a tap onto the marble. I didn’t expect for her to speak. She may have walked away in embarrassment and I would have been okay with that, but for some odd reason, she had the audacity to give me the time of day. Her hands move from her front, interlocked, to the ledge of the balcony, smoothing over the surface. “Hi,” she said. And like a breath of fresh air, her voice fed me. “Aren’t you that Jagger fellow I’ve been hearing on the radio so often?”

“In the flesh… And who might you be?” I invited myself further beyond the golden arches of the doorway for an easy conversation with the pretty thing.

“You haven’t heard of my family?” she asked, raising a brow. “Obviously I must show my face more often,” she sprouted a grin with her lips full of collegian. By then, word went like a revolving door about my pump kissers, and hers were well over mine in size. The thought came where she may have come from, as I never saw the average groupie with lips as vivacious as hers. But then again, she was no groupie, but apparently of an importance by her word.

“I can’t say that I have. What may I know them by?”

“Um…” she swirled her tongue in her mouth, “have you heard of Frank Lloyd Wright?”

Dumbfounded, I said, “no.” Luckily, she didn’t mind.

“He was a famous architect and created a bunch of them. My mom married his son and was drew into a fortune. I don’t know how it works, honestly, but I’m not exactly supposed to worry about that right now.”

“How old are you?”

“Just turned twenty-two.”

“I’m twenty-four.”

“I should know that by now. My littler sisters are actually obsessed with you.”

“Really?” I didn’t care. Only about her, and wanted nothing more than to hear her.

“Yeah, I don’t see why, though.” The tease in her soubrette voice was enjoyable despite the playful puncture in my side. Still, I didn’t want a dry conversation.

“Why is that?” I continued with the questioning.

“Oh, please. Don’t be so coy, Mick.” Jolie dipped her head back to laugh. “You’ve grown a bit of a reputation for yourself there.”

“Oh please,” I mirrored, “I have no idea what you’re talking about.” But I did. I was no stranger to the media, as she probably was no stranger to chunks of change in the purse of her mother. But anything to on the talk. “What harm would it do for you to be my girl?”

Her eyes widened. Taken aback was she, and folded were her arms. “I shouldn’t even be talking to you! Do you know what that could do to my family’s reputation? To meddle with yours? I’m sorry Jagger, but I already know your intentions.” And I have to say, those beautiful words stuck to me. And as she handed me the slip of paper out of mid-air, she whispered another phrase that once I remembered burned through me. “Call me when you’ve got your act together.”

Many nights I spent since then awake, thinking of a way to redeem myself. I had no form of talent besides music and business talk with older Americans, and I knew my verbal skills would lead me to no avail. Instead of talking her into being with me I opted for what paid the bills and the space for the venues some nights. I would write to her from my heart a song from what I thought of her. What little I knew of her, I wrote carefully, skillfully on an ink blotted notepad. Many times I restarted in order to get it perfect and left it untitled, for I did not know how to spell her last name and did not think of peeking at the paper to copy it down. When I was satisfied with my poem, I phoned her to invite her for a cup of tea. I did not tell her of my intentions, although she may have assumed so as the night of our first meeting, however, I was not fibbing about the promise of tea and flowing conversation. That is if I could clear my mind of doubt and grit. And once that day came, I sat in my bare living room to meet her once again. To prove to her that I was not some bloke with a sly smile and bad boy moves. Because that was a strict rule. The one I was never to ignore until after our final goodbye.

#request #mick jagger #mick jagger oneshot #mick jagger imagine #Rolling Stones #the rolling stones #the rolling stones one shot #rolling stones imagine #the rolling stones imagine #the rolling stones fan fiction #the rolling stone one shot #keith richards one shot #keith richards #keith richards imagine #mick jagger one shot #mickjagger #classic rock imagines #classic rock smut #classic rock fandom #classic rock #classicrock #classic rock imagine