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twopoppies · 4 years

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hi!! i looked in your fic rec MP and i didn't see it, so i thought I'd ask. i read In Vogue recently and LOVED it and then I've been binging project runway episodes (bc why not) and now I'm craving good fashion fics. maybe even a project runway one. have you read any good ones? and could you maybe rec some?

Hi sweetheart. Ohhh, I love that fic. And yes, I’ve got a few that have to do with fashion.

In Vogue by otpwhatever / @thecelineharry (M, 121K) This one is just….so much. The intensity of the characters, the crazy hot smut (oh god, the window scene), the FASHION, the angst (I had to take a walk around the block after reading it), the epic love story between two men who could rule the world if they could just figure their shit out. The fic has been deleted, but the link is to a download.

These Constant Stars by stylinsoncity (M, 31K) This author has written so many great fics and this one is really lovely. I also always like when one of the boys is not what he seems to be on first glance. There’s also a second part, told from Harry’s POV.

Three French Hems by 100percentsassy, gloria_andrews (M, 20K) the characterizations and set up for this fic are sharp and funny, making this a really fun read. Plus there’s a lot of talk of Louis worshipping Harry’s thighs. LOL!

Fading by tothemoonmydear (M, 202K) Let me start by asking you to please read the tags on this one. It’s a very well-written fic, but it deals very graphically with Louis’ character’s eating disorder. At the time it was written some people felt it did not portray ED recovery accurately, so if the subject is at all triggering for you, please don’t read this one. Of that’s not an issue for you, make sure you have tissues ready because I ugly cried through almost all of this. I read it years ago and loved it at the time, but it’s not one I could handle reading twice.

sweet, where you lay by @infinitelymint (E, 27K) I read this ages ago and my notes only say that it was “sweet and sexy”, which is not terribly helpful. But this author is a good one, in general, so I feel safe including it here.

The rest of these were suggested by @cuethetommo who generally likes the same sort of fics I do. I either haven’t read these, or don’t remember enough about them to have an opinion! 😆 But I trust her.

Put It All On Me by LoadedGunn (M, 15K)

"Yeah, yeah, give it to me, that's it, spread your legs a bit, there you go."

The camera follows Louis as he does. Maybe if the modelling thing doesn't work out, he could try the porn industry. Then again, he's a bit too stocky to be twinky and a bit too twinky to be anything else. He likes that about himself, though. Well, directors and photographers like that about him. He could pull off pretty and edgy, could do GQ in the morning and a perfume commercial in the afternoon. Right now he thinks he could pull off anything, because it's Harry fucking Styles directing him.

Or, a Top Model AU where Louis is accidentally there to make friends, not become Britain's Next Top Model. (Also Zayn is the supermodel host.)

you pull me in by yoursongonmyheart (NR, 7K)

“Did you really wear silk jammies to meet him?” Fizzy is almost in tears.

He’s going to kill them.

He’s really going to kill them.

Ernie throws his backpack on the floor before telling Fizzy, quite loudly, “Mr. Styles looked at Achoo like this” and making an exaggerated jaw dropped face.

“That is not what happened!” Louis protests.

“And Achoo looked at Mr. Styles like that, too!” Doris pulls the same face before laughing.

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//or the one where Louis is a model, Harry teaches Doris and Ernie at primary and now might be a good time to fall in love.

This Road Leads Where Your Heart Is by LittleLostPieces (E, 15K)

Alright, so Louis has a bit of a type is the thing. And as fit as his supermodel flatmate (Harry) may be, he isn't what Louis is looking for in a potential partner. That’s all. He’s not Louis’ type, with his miles of lanky limbs and his bright, boyish eyes. His impossibly tight, little body and infectious laughter are not what Louis wants. They're not. Really.

swimming in a champagne sea by delsicle (E, 17K)

Louis is a supermodel. Harry is a celebrity photographer known for capturing the brightest up and comers in their most candid moments. They meet at London’s most exclusive New Year’s Eve party.

An alpha/alpha fic filled with confusion, banter, Ubers, and glitter

Life at Shutter Speed by zarah5 (E, 20K)

AU. Having landed a job modelling for an outdoor clothing catalogue, Harry certainly wouldn’t mind doing some extracurricular work for photographer Louis Tomlinson. Say, a private photo session? Yes, please? Good thing that Harry has ten days and three beautiful locations -- Morocco, Indonesia and the Swiss Alps -- to make Louis see just how good they could be.

Special Topping by LoadedGunn (E, 20K)

'Who would even want so many pizzas so late at night?' Harry wonders before the door opens.

Oh. Apparently short guys with shaggy brown hair and a scruff and bright blue eyes and heart-stopping smiles. That's who.

Harry's not even ashamed of how he nearly drops all the pizzas. This guy is gorgeous and Harry hasn't noticed anyone like that in ages, let alone provided services to them. If he opened his mouth right now the only thing that would come out is, "By special topping did you mean my dick?"

Or, the AU where Harry delivers pizza and Louis really just wants Tim Gunn to spank him.

everywhere (i want to be with you) by itiswhatisbutterfly (E, 42K)

Harry and Louis meet because they have terrible friends, they fall in love because something feels right in a world of uncertainty and shifting grounds. Louis is an actor and Harry is a model at the top of his game, the best things in life are the most unexpected ones and the things that hit you when you are least expecting it.

Featuring winter in London, nights in Paris, early mornings in New York, burning heat in Monte Carlo and an enduring love spent transcending four corners of the globe.

Young Gods by sincewewereeighteen (E, 77K)

“Why don’t you stay?” Harry looked down at him and snorted. “What?”

“You’re not my type, Louis”, the boy rolled his eyes sitting on the edge of the bed to put on his boots.

“Says the man you just had sex with”, Louis pointed feeling smart, but Harry was one step ahead of him, with the answer on the tip of his tongue.

“You see, if you were my type, I wouldn’t have”, Harry winked, cheeky as hell. “I would’ve gotten to know you first.”

“Bullshit”, he accused the boy not letting it show how intrigued he was. “How can you know I’m not your type if you don’t know me?”

“How about I list five things about you to prove I’m right and if any of them are false I’ll lie down again.”

“Ok. Go.”

[Or: the one in which Louis is a model and Harry's supposed to be a normal guy... Until he isn't.]

#fashion fics #my fic rec #Larry fic rec

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nattikay · 3 years

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So I saw this post while browsing toa tags the other day. While I don’t think being obsessed with the school mascot automatically makes Toby a furry (though it is funny to joke about lol) since “being a furry” actually just means “being a fan of anthropomorphic animals” and doesn’t necessarily require any form of costuming or interest in such, it did get me thinking, hmmm...if he was a furry, what would his fursona be? 🤔 And from there I started wondering what Jim’s and Claire’s would be as well because y not ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

BUT WAIT, I hear you say--haven’t you already drawn the trio as werewolves and wolfwalkers etc.? Wouldn’t those be their fursonas??

Well yes....but actually no.

I guess it’s a little hard to explain, but there’s a nuance between “[person] but as an animal” and a proper “fursona”. While a fursona is an animal character used to represent its person, it doesn’t have to physically resemble them at all as you would expect [person]-but-as-[animal] to. For example, if you were to design me but as a cat, you’d probably give it light brown fur and green eyes like I have irl. But my fursona, unlike my human self, actually has blue fur and purple eyes. You can give your fursona matching physical traits to your own if you want to, and some people do, but most use only a pinch of their irl appearance, if any at all.

The choices people make when designing their fursonas vary wildly from “it looks like me irl” to “it looks like who I want to be” to “I just really like this color scheme” to “this particular color/marking holds deep personal meaning to me” to “this particular pattern represents a particular defining moment in my life” to “idk it looks cool and i vibe with it” etc. etc. etc. Everyone has different reasons of varying depth for the decisions they make in designing their fursona.

Therefore, to design a fursona for Toby etc., it’s less a question of “what would this character look like as [insert species here]?” and more of “how would this character choose to present himself with his own [animal] character?”

And that’s a much trickier game than just transferring a character aesthetic to a new species. ^^; We have to kinda dive into the characters and makes some guesses about how they, if given infinite creative freedom to design an animal avatar with no rules or limits, would choose to present themselves.

So all that said, here’s what I came up with:

Starting with Toby because he’s the one who inspired the post. I think Toby might choose a wolfdog fursona. A lot of people who choose wolves as fursonas consider themselves to be overwhelmingly loyal to their friends, a trait that fits Toby very well. However, while Toby likes to be “cool”, I don’t think he really thinks of himself as much of an “alpha” type--he’s more of a sidekick, and he knows that, and he’s ok with that. He’s the wingman. So what better way to incorporate that than to add dog into the mix? Man’s best friend=Jim’s best friend. Sociable, humorous, and unwaveringly loyal. Wolfdog it is!

With the species decided, we can move on to the design itself.

I can’t imagine any form of Toby in anything other than warm colors. This is extra emphasized by the flamelike patterns on his legs and tail, which both speaks to his desire to be totally awesome-sauce as well as acts as an allusion to his flaming warhammer. It’s fairly common (not universal, but common) for people to give their fursonas a more “ideal” physique than the person actually has as a sort of way to live by proxy physical goals or fantasies they’ve been unable to attain irl for whatever reason. Given that we’ve seen Toby struggle with fitness from time to time, it wouldn’t shock me to see him take this route. His wolfdog self is still relatively short and stocky, but it’s all muscle, babey.

This fursona is strong, fun, boisterous, and generally just kicks butt. Concentrated awesomesauce flows through his veins. Just don't mess with his friends, or you’ll feel the flames!

Moving on to Jim. Jim was the hardest to nail down, and most definitely the hardest to keep my personal biases out of oof. Which I may have failed to do anways because yes, ok, I made my favorite character a blue feline, sue me ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ But hear me out first!

For Jim I ultimately settling on a cheetah/lion hybrid.

Cheetahs, in a way, are sort of the underdogs (er...cats?) of the feline world--at least, in their local ecosystems. They are built wholly for speed, not strength--and as such, just about every other large predator in their environment has them beat when it comes to raw strength. Remind you of a certain Trollhunter? plus the long lanky legs. don’t forget those lol

However, because of this disadvantage, cheetahs...usually surrender. They know it’s not worth it to defend their kill from larger, stronger opponents, so they’ll give it up and just catch something else. This aspect doesn’t quite fit our protective, selfless protagonist all too eager to risk everything to save his loved ones--so a pure cheetah may not be the right choice.

So what animal is brave and protective? That’s where the lion part comes in, of course!

Why not just make him a pure lion? Well, a little similar to making Toby a wolfdog instead of a pure wolf. A straight-up lion feels a little too “chad” for our sweet Jimbo. Too much of a jock.

Jim has the humble underdog nature of a cheetah as well as the bravery and fierce protective drive of a lion. Cheelion? Leetah? idk, but let’s design it!

Like Toby and warm colors, I don’t think I can possibly associate Jim with any color but blue. While it’s never directly stated, given that we’ve never really seen him wear any other color (with the exception of the Eclipse armor), I think it’s pretty safe to assume that that’s his favorite. Blue sweater, blue jeans, blue shoes, even his backpack and bedsheets are blue. So naturally, his fursona would be predominantly blue as well! Plus some yellowish accents to (somewhat) match the natural colors of his chosen species(s).

I imagine he originally designed the character without horns, but then added them after becoming the Trollhunter, since it became such a major and impactful aspect of his life.

His lion’s mane also continues down his back in imitation of the “mantle” found on baby cheetahs. This youthful feature could subtly represent the fact that he’s been forced to grow up too fast and take on so much responsibility so young--so his fursona can still be young and carefree as long as he likes even while his real self struggles with the weight of the world on his shoulders.

This fursona is relaxed, calm, and confident. He’s not just cool--he’s crispy!

Lastly but not leastly, we have Claire. Out of the three, I think Claire was actually the easiest to choose--or at least, I had the clearest idea of what I thought she might go for.

Claire is a bit of an interesting duck, because while she’s shown to be fairly popular at school, she’s definitely far from the stereotype of The Popular Girl™. Yes she’s smart and pretty, but she’s also a little spunky or even a bit quirky--she’s a theatre kid, she’s a huge fan of hard rock band Papa Skull, and while I wouldn’t quite call her “rebellious” per se, she’s certainly willing to bend some rules if she feels the situation calls for it (not telling her parents that she was going to the concert with Steve, literally sneaking into Jim’s basement to try to find out what was up with him, etc).

That said, I think Claire might go for a hyena fursona--something a little out of the box, but not totally out of left field. (she also shows a slight Gurl Power™ streak here and there “the staff was not meant to be wielded by man--” “I am not a man!!!”) and if you know anything about hyenas...well, yeah lol)

I think Claire would lean into her punk-rock “rebellious” side with her fursona design. This character is completely free of the pressure of being the councilwoman’s daughter and having to maintain her mother’s public reputation, and thus allows Claire to express a less restrained side of herself. She has a bold semi-edgy color scheme with bright accents (and some earrings to match her person’s hair clips) while still remaining feminine and (her own brand of) fashionable.

This fursona is spunky and sassy; she’s spicy and sweet all rolled up into one. She knows what she wants and she’s not afraid to chase it down. She lives her own life and she’s dang proud of it.

....sooooo yeah there’s my take on what Toby’s, Jim’s, and Claire’s fursonas could hypothetically be. And I guess since this post was inspired by a joke about Toby’s infatuation with the school mascot, here’s just some quick thoughts on how they might approach fursuiting to end us off:

Jim I don’t see as much of a suiter. He might try it once or twice if given the opportunity, but at the end of the day it’s not really his cup of tea--he’d rather act as the “handler” for his friends, if anything.

Toby and Claire, on the other hand, I could definitely see as suiters. In fact, with her interest in acting, Claire would probably particularly enjoy it--she’d be one of those suiters who really gets into character, absolutely refuses to break the magic publicly (outside of any actual medical emergency), and popular at cons because she just performs so well.

Toby, meanwhile, would be the more chill type--uses his normal voice in-suit, isn’t really too stressed about “breaking the magic”, just kinda hanging around like he would normally except “look I’m a talking dog, cool right?”.

also while I was typing this it occurred to be that since Eli is canonically a cosplayer then he could be a fursuiter as well; in his case i imagine he actually made his own suit it’s a protogen and it’s full of little LEDs and other electric gadgets, it’s not the prettiest thing ever as sewing is not his forte but boy did he try!! good for him. good for him

#so anyways I put way too much thought into this...enjoy I guess?#trollhunters #tales of arcadia #toby domzalski #jim lake jr #claire nuñez #furry #my art

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hheeyyhay · 4 years

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The Familiarity of New Memories

Pairing: Hitoshi Shinso x Reader (can pass as gender neutral if ya squint)

Summary: Old traditions make way for new ones as reader makes new friends with the help of a certain ball of fur.

OR Shinso volunteers at a shelter with a grumpy old cat who just so happens to play matchmaker between himself and the newcomer to town.

A/N: Hope you guys enjoy my contribution to the Konoha Simps’ latest server collab!! You can check out all the other wonderful pieces in this event right here. This is the first piece of fan fiction that I have written since high school, and the first piece I have ever put out into the world for others to see. I cannot thank the members of the Konoha Simps Server enough for giving me the motivation and courage I needed to FINALLY do this-- I love you guys so much!!

Warning(s): fluff, mentions of anxiety/depression

quirkless college AU

Word Count: ~3K

There was no doubt about it, summer was officially on the way out. You could tell by the way green leaves were giving way to crisp splotches of red, yellow, and orange. In the way the cool breeze kissed your cheeks as it danced by. Most importantly, you could tell by the way your workload for classes picked up.

You tried to take in your surroundings-- take a moment to process a quick hello to autumn, and with it a farewell to simpler times. Gone would be the times where your biggest worries were what kind of trouble you would have to convince the rest of your friends to stay out of in between shifts at the local cafe. Normally, this goodbye was easier to say as it leaned to the happier side of bittersweet. After all, back home fall was your favorite season. That was all in the past though.

In your hometown, your walks around the neighborhood at the start of fall were comforting. You could stroll the streets with a snack in one hand, and a warm drink in the other as you headed to meet up with your friends under the canopy of changing leaves at the park. With textbooks sprawled across picnic tables and blankets the support of your friends kept you all warm against the slowly dropping temperatures. However, it was no longer the streets of your hometown that you were strolling along with a backpack over your shoulders, and it was no longer your friends at your side, but strangers.

You shivered, pulling your thick cardigan closer around yourself with a heavy sigh. You had been so certain that moving hundreds of miles away from home to finish your college work was a good idea. You had told your anxious family and friends that you would be fine, being alone in a new place for a while was just a sacrifice you had to be willing to make in order to pursue your dreams. Yet you began to doubt the truth in your own claims as the usual cold autumn wind whipped your hair about. It felt foreign rather than welcome as it would back home. The chill sunk into your bones where it mixed with your new found loneliness causing you to wrap your arms around your middle.

“I don’t know what I was thinking,” you thought to yourself pulling out your phone to see no new messages in response to all the ones you had sent out. You had known your friends for years and were lost without them. You sighed once more, shaking your head as you pocketed your phone. It had been the fifth time in an hour that you checked your phone knowing there were not any notifications you had already seen. You scolded yourself for being foolish and worrying that your friends had moved on without you.

You had been distracted by the chatter of your own inner demons the entire rest of your walk, and it was not long before you were turning off the sidewalk onto the back walkway leading around to the front of the library.

You were headed inside to study on your own at the tables inside. It had become your new tradition after having found it too hard to study outside at any of the parks, where all the passerby would remind you of just how lonely you were here in this new town. As you rounded the corner and came up alongside the library you paused, noticing a lot more noise and chatter than usual. Balloons and signs amongst the visitors caught your eye. “Adoption day?”

You wandered closer to the tents that were set up in a corner of the parking lot. Upon closer inspection you realized that the people were gathering around various cages, crates, and pens filled with pets from the local shelter. There were as many different people there looking for new four legged family members to bring home as there were animals. Some children were leaning over a crate full of guinea pigs, others were picking out rabbits from one of the other pens, and still others were begging their parents for either a puppy or kitten. There were couples young and old alike speaking with the volunteers about which cat or dog was the best fit for them. You wished you could hang around a little longer, but there were so many people in such a small space that you could not help, but feel anxious. Turning away to finally walk inside you pulled out your phone once more to smile down at your lock screen; a photo of your cat from back home.

Pocketing your phone you caught a glimpse of something familiar out of the corner of your eye. Following your line of sight as you walked away, you were surprised to recognize a boy from campus. If his wild purple hair and dark under eye bags were not enough to make him stand out from the crowd then his lanky limbs decked out in his unique dark, edgy style definitely was. You paused at the top of the staircase to the library and watched as he spun around to crouch in front of a cage. As he stood there squatting in front of the cage you realized that he was a volunteer from the shelter along with the others.

With one last final look over your shoulder you walked through the door, leaving the boy and all the homeless pets outside. As he disappeared from view at your departure, you caught a last glimpse of him pulling a rather forsaken cat out of the cage he had previously been standing in front of. Heading to your usual secluded table behind some less frequented bookshelves you tried to not think of the cat or the boy who held it in his arms. From what you had observed from your short visit to the Adoption Day Event, no one else had shown the poor old cat any sort of attention. The lump of fur was not only fluffy, but a bit on the large side, and while his coat was far from scraggly you could tell that he had only recently fallen on some sort of good fortune. He was missing a leg and both eyes, rendering him blind. It made you sad to think that the others were more than likely passing over the cat in favor of the other healthier, younger cats who would not have as many problems. As far as the boy, you could not even begin to guess why he seemed to be clouding up your thoughts. It was not like you had ever spoken to him before.

Your thoughts were a jumbled mess and before you had known it you were throwing your pen down in frustration. “Ughhhh! This is useless! It has been two hours and I have barely put a dent into this chapter,” you dropped your head into your notebook as you slammed your textbook closed.

“Maybe I would have been better off just studying at home afterall,” you thought to yourself as you packed up the rest of your belongings.

You stopped at the circulation desk on your way to the exit to check out a book you had reserved on your previous trip in. “At least today wasn’t a total loss,” you thought to yourself as you gripped the book to your chest and headed for the door.

As you threw open the door and made your exit you were once again met with the chill of the outside air. It did not feel as cold as it had that morning though. You looked down at the book clutched to your chest and then back out across the parking lot. With a smile on your face and a new sense of determination that you had not felt since you had moved you found yourself walking across back to the makeshift shelter. The crowds from earlier had long since thinned only serving to further justify your impulsive decision.

With a deep breath you had brought yourself up to one of the tables where the last few volunteers were congregated around the forlorn cat. Everything else was just about picked up and it was clear he had not been able to find a “furever” home at the event. The volunteers, mostly middle aged women with bright smiles, greeted you and asked if you wanted any information on the shelter they were from or if you were perhaps interested in volunteering yourself.

You explained that you had recently moved to the area to finish your schooling, but that you had been especially missing your cat from back home. You showed them a few pictures as you expressed interest in the cat lounging on the table and using his one good front paw to swat away anyone who tried to pet him.

A deep voice from behind you startled you out of your conversation, “You really want that mangey thing instead of a cute kitten?”

You turned around and were met with the lanky boy from campus. You had been about to argue with him, stand up for your new feline friend when you noticed the boy was giving you a devilish smirk and rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. “Shinso Hitoshi,” he extended his other hand to you, “I’ve uh--seen you around school a few times.”

You shook the offered hand and introduced yourself as well, “We have two classes together. I’d hope you’ve seen me around at least once or twice.” You tried to play it off cool as a blush crept up the back of your own neck. Your eyes searched each other up and down briefly and it took a lot of self control to not make an attempt to hide your face as you felt the blush grow across your cheeks as you watched Shinso’s own face begin to turn red.

“Ahh, well, I’m fostering old Charlie here until he recovers more from his surgery,” Shinso made a show of gesturing to his own eyes and then to Charlie’s like it was some secret or he did not want to hurt the cat’s feelings. You could not help, but stifle a laugh. From the impressions you had of Shinso you had not expected him to be so forward, or funny for that matter. “Lucky for you, Charlie is quite picky and has scared away any potential suitors.”

Shinso reached around you and was able to give Charlie a few successful scratches under his chin. You reached forward too and copied Shinso’s movements. While Charlie was a little hesitant at first, he quickly warmed up to you and much to Shinso’s surprise, even let you pick him up and give him forehead kisses.

“Alright, well I guess you passed the test,” he congratulated you as he took Charlie from your arms and gently placed him into a carrier. “He has another week or so, until he’s ready to go to a new home. If you want you can fill out one of the adoption contact cards and then one of us at the shelter can give you a call when it’s time for him to get ready to go home to you?” Shinso turned away as he once again began rubbing the back of his neck as he started turning red again, “Orrrrr, I don’t know. Maybe you could give me your number and I could text you updates or something?”

The other volunteers had slowly begun to disperse during your interaction with Shinso, and the last older woman who was left chuckled a bit to herself as she passed you a clipboard with the adoption paperwork. “Just fill this out for me dear and then Charlie will be all yours pending his final follow up with the vet. Shinso can go ahead and answer any questions you may have.” She gave you a final pat on the shoulder as she wandered off to help the others finish cleaning up.

You quickly filled out the paperwork and handed it back to Shinso, your phone sitting on top of the clipboard unlocked and already opened to the messaging app so he could add his number, “Please don’t tell me you volunteer at the shelter just to use the poor animals as your wingmen.”

Shinso made quick work of adding his number to your contacts and made sure he had yours as well before adding the clipboard to a pile on the table. “Only when they help me get the courage to finally talk to a girl I’ve had my eye on since she first transferred a couple weeks ago.” His face was red and his eyes were downcast. You wondered if maybe your first impressions of him were true and that Charlie had inspired him to do something out of his comfort zone just like the cat had done for you.

You could not put your finger on it, but you once again found your thoughts swimming with the boy from campus. This time though you had a name and even a voice to put to the face. You were not ready to say goodbye and decided to stay to help Shinso and the other volunteers finish cleaning up. The sun was quickly setting at that point and as the darkness rolled in so did another bout of cool autumn wind. However, this time you hardly noticed it. It carried a clean, crisp scent of fall that felt the most familiar than it had since your move.

You passed the time with idle chit chat, quickly becoming closer and closer to Shinso. You learned a lot about each other and came to realize you had a lot more in common than you would have ever thought.

Pausing you closed your eyes and tilted your head back taking a few deep breaths. It had been ages since you felt this content. You were not alone, you were not worried about the many different reasons your friends could possibly have for not texting you back, and you were not worried about the fear of never finding somewhere to fit in within this new place. You walked over to where Shinso had Charlie’s carrier resting on the sidewalk leading towards the back of the library. Kneeling down you poked your fingers as far through the bars as you could manage, “Thanks Charlie. Without you, I really wouldn’t have any friends here and I don’t think I would be able to love the fall anymore. With you by my side maybe I’ll be able to remember being stuck in this new place will be worth it all in the end.”

You had not realized that Shinso had come up behind you, and you bumped into him as you tried standing up. He gripped your elbow tightly as you regained your balance, “So you really are new around here huh? I thought so, but. Well. I don’t know.” Shinso shrugged his shoulders sheepishly as he let go of you and quickly gave you back your space. As he avoided your gaze and looked up at the setting sun you noticed just how dark the circles under his eyes really were.

“Yeah. Uhm,” you shifted your weight back and forth nervously as you tugged at your own sleeves. “Thanks for helping me with the adoption stuff. I hope Charlie doesn’t give you too much of a hard time before he can come home.”

There was a tension in the air as you were both starting to get cold as the dark approached, but neither of you particularly wanted to be the first to leave. You tucked a strand of loose hair between your ear, using the action to hide your face a bit as you gnawed on your lip. Shinso mirrored your uneasy behavior, staying halfway turned away and pulling his fingers through the mop of purple hair on his head. Luckily, Charlie had woken up and given a pitiful meow that sounded more like a chirp. It was just the encouragement you both needed as you and Shinso were once again able to make eye contact.

“It’s getting pretty dark and looks like it may rain,” Shinso broke away and looked up at the sky momentarily. You could not help, but be mesmerized by the way the sunset played on his pale features, accentuating his jawline. You felt the blush making its presence known on your face once more and simply nodded. Charlie chirpped again as if he were trying to encourage Shinso to continue on before he blew his shot. “My place isn’t too far from here. We could head there and hangout with Charlie for a bit to wait out the rain, and then I could walk you home if you’d like?...”

You could tell Shinso was nervous to hear your answer as he began rubbing at the back of his neck. Grabbing his wrist to gently guide it back down you flashed him a genuine smile as it felt like a weight was being lifted from your shoulders. The moment was interrupted by Charlie who decided that was the perfect opportunity to make it known that it was past his dinner time. “Come on Shinso, we wouldn’t want to make old Charlie think we’re planning on starving him.”

Shinso laughed and bent down to grab the carrier. “Wait until he realizes he’s going on a d-i-e-t after he’s fully healed up,” he spelt out. Charlie made a noise from the back of his carrier like he understood what Shinso was saying and was not pleased about it, which only made you laugh that much harder.

You once again found yourself taking the rear pathway behind the library into town. This time was different though. You were no longer alone. You had two new friends you could confide in. The leaves dancing in the autumn breeze were once again a welcomed sight. The dropping temperatures no longer reached the innermost corners of your bones amplifying your loneliness. The ghosts of the memories of your friends were no longer haunting you everywhere you looked as you walked down the street. There was now someone special you could create new memories and cherish the autumn with.

#hitoshi shinsou #hitoshi shinso x reader #shinso #bnha shinsou #mha shinsou #bnha shinso x reader #bnha #bnha x reader #fan fiction #shinso x y/n #bnha imagines #mha imagines

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heartbreakgrill · 4 years

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That Smile; Luke Hemmings

description: in which you’re a songwriter, working on Youngblood with 5sos, when a certain blonde catches your eyes.

a/n: there will be a part 2 for this!

“AHHHH!” You threw your green mechanical pencil across the room. It bounced off of the wall, snapping in half, and landing in separate places. One ended up by the door by your shoes, the other on the couch, beside your purse, jacket, and water bottle.

A voice crackled through the speaker system, obvious laughter being bitten back. “Y/N, are you okay?”

You squeezed your eyes shut, hands in fists on either of your temples. You were on the floor, on your back, skinny jean clad legs sprawled out in front of you. Your t-shirt was ridden up on your stomach, revealing a thin strip of your skin to the room, which you were now realizing was freezing. Through welling goosebumps, you grumbled, “I’m never okay, Brad. You know this.”

“I had to check. We have legal obligations in the workplace,” he responded, this time chuckling throughout his spiel.

“Damn, OSHA,” you mumbled into your bottom lip.

Brad hesitated before his voice echoed back in, “They’re here, by the way. Making their way back now.”

“I’m not getting up yet. I’m still moping over my inability to properly write a single-“ your voice rose into a yell now, “fucking line about a stupid fucking boy!”

It was now that you realized the door to the studio was open with the head of receptionist Cindy in the room. “Is this a bad time?”

“I get paid to do this, I have no say,” you dropped your hands to your sides. “Let ‘em in.”

The four lanky boys shuffled in, two dressed like it was New York Fashion Week, the other two lazed about in sweatpants and hoodies. They stood awkwardly against the wall, unsure of how to go about greeting someone having a mental breakdown on the ground below them.

“Hello, I’m sorry, I’m trying to recover,” you began to sit up, back cracking in the process. You straightened your shirt out, catching eyes with the tall blonde. You swear, in the most cringey way, your breath caught in your lungs.

“You’re okay, we go through similar processes,” a curly headed, dirty blond remarked, giggling lightly.

“Yeah, I have plenty of photos of Calum laying on the floor like you were,” long fringe, bright eyes. Michael, perhaps?

You had familiarized yourself with photos of them on the internet, but were not at all confident you knew who they were. In fact, you couldn’t recall anyone’s name when the tall blonde who stole your breath offered his hand. You took it, your hand completely encased in his warm one. Without much efforts, he pulled you off the ground, nearly flush against his chest. But, you made sure to step back when you stood.

“Thanks,” you sighed, shuffling to the couch in your sock-clad feet. “Uh, I’m Y/N,” you introduced while clearing the seating area for them, “I’m sorry, I dont really know your names. Could you-?”

“Luke,” he stuck out the same hand for you to shake; you did.

Michael was who you suspected, Calum the jet black haired man Michael had mentioned, and Ashton the giggly one. You situated yourselves on the couches once you demanded they make themselves at home.

“So, this is your third album?” Of course you knew their music. If you were pairing with an artist on a new project, you had to familiarize yourself with their sound. You couldn’t write a Taylor Swift-like song for Lil Uzi Vert.

“Yeah,” Ashton answered, seemingly the spokesperson for the band. He was sat on the couch across from you, with Calum, Michael in the computer chair by the recording equipment. Luke was beside and, damn, did he smell good.

“What’s the motive?” They looked confused at the question, sharing a furrowed look. With a quick tuck of your legs underneath you on the couch, you launched into explanation, eyes moving from boy to boy. “So, you’re first album was very teen punk, kinda edgy, but safe with cute love songs and innocent forever young vibes. Sounds Good, Feels Good was super grunge with ballads about your actual feelings, a few love songs, and a handful of those same forever young vibes. It was, like, healing for you, almost. Like an album meant to truly introduce your fans to who you are. What do you want to say with this one?”

Luke cleared his throat beside you, “I dont know that we really have a vision with this one. We never really do.”

“Gosh,” you laughed, “no wonder they hired you guys a new songwriter. You have to have a plan! Otherwise it takes way too long and you have no idea what you’re doing. You’ve managed to do awesome without me, but this album, I promise, is going to be amazing.”

They, collectively, grinned at you. “I dont know about you, boys, but Ive got fucking chills!” Ashton exclaimed, shoving Calums shoulder, glancing at Michael.

You grinned back, proud with yourself and your words. You looked over at Luke who had a twinkle in his eyes, a smaller smile that seemed reserved for admiration to you.

You’d see that smile many times again throughout the process of writing their new album, later titled Youngblood after the first song you wrote together.

Ashton thought you were a bloody genius, as he would say, again and again.

“Its just a simple lyrical progression, Ash,” you coined his nickname a week into the process, “not that big of a deal.”

He still grinned, continuing to flip at your ‘talent’ with the randomest things.

When Youngblood, the song, was completely recorded and produced, you had a listening party in the small recording studio. You’d baked cupcakes and cookies for everyone, Calum had popped some champagne, and Michael brought his girlfriend along for the celebration.

You got along with Crystal well, chattering about makeup, music, and many other things before Brad came into the room with a frog shaped file USB. You stood from the couch beside Crystal and moved to stand beside Luke, who just so happened to be standing in the spot you wanted to. He smiled down at you, bouncing on his heels in excitement.

As Brad set up the file, Luke said, “The cupcakes are really good. As are the cookies, and the song. Everything, really.”

He was nervous around you. He was never nervous around girls. But something about your overwhelming talent, immense beauty, and super sweet personality made him jittery. He held tightly to his paper cup, nearly breaking in from his squeezing knuckles.

“Thank you, Luke,” you set a hand on his shoulder, prepared to say something else when the song began.

You’d heard it prior to this to ensure that it wouldn’t be utter crap. It was amusing and prideful for you to watch everyone’s jaws drops, to see Calum drop onto the couch with his head in his hands. Ashton danced around, Crystal leaned against Michael, praising his guitar and vocal bits. As the beat picked up and, soon, as it ended, Luke turned to you, lifted you in his arms, and spun you around. You were laughing, head thrown back, hands clutching at his hoodie-clad shoulders. When he set you down, you were still laughing, as was he. His laugh faded into that smile, that stupid smile.

The next time you saw it was halfway through the album. You had been losing sleep, between handling 5sos as a client and, now, Taylor Swift, who noticed your work through a friend. She wanted a new song, something uplifting and sweet. You agreed to help, not realizing that, now, you were overloaded. And, you weren’t able to devote your time to just 5sos.

One day, at the end of a long studio day, Luke noticed you on the floor of the recoding studio. Youd set yourself there when the boys starting gathering up their things, bidding your farewells with weary hands. Your eyes were no shut, hands resting on your stomach. Luke watched the boys leave and, having driven himself there, sat down beside you. He nudged your leg, gaining your attention through weary eyes.

“Hi,” he smiled, not quite in that way, but still sweetly. “Are you okay?”

“Stressed. Tired. Sick of writing. I haven’t been out with friends in so long and i want to, but all of my friends have normal lives with normal jobs. So they wont go with me during the week, and I cant on the weekends, because Ive been busy with Taylor Swift. God, never thought I’d say that sentence. Anyways, I just really want to get drunk and dance and then cry to someone about being sad, single, and so, so tired.”

“Well,” Luke resisted the urge to pick you up, place you in his lap, cradle you and coo you to sleep, “I’m sure I can urge Ash to have a party in his house. There’s plenty of people who dont care about their jobs or dont even have ‘em.”

You lifted yourself up on to your knees, “I would literally write you, like, an entire song if you got him to do that. I need a night away.”

“No need, I’m fine with one dance reserved for me,” there was the smile. “Oh, and a shot. We have to do a shot together.”

“I would do a million shots with you.”

He walked you to the parking lot, to your car, leaning against the door frame while you turned it on and buckled your seat belt. “Okay, so, Ill send you his address, and see you in a few hours?”

“See you.”

Now, what the hell were you going to wear?

#luke hemmings x you #luke hemmings x reader #luke hemmings x y/n #luke hemmings imagine #luke hemmings #luke 5sos #luke hemmings fluff #5sos fam #5sos x you #5sos x reader #5sos fanfic #calm 5sos #calm 5 seconds of summer

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dipplie · 3 years

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Temporary list of my stories and OC’s until one day I make a comprehensive and well made list:

Blinded:

Polli: My oldest OC and fun fact was my persona till she become edgy and I wasn’t 12 anymore. Everyone’s favorite yes yes I’m aware. Yellow, energetic, eats dirt and bugs, I can’t tell if she’s evil because of a wisp possession or just crazy. Breaks the 4th wall. Is she a Mary Sue???????? Who knows.

Melody: NOT Polli’s girlfriend despite Polli’s delousions. Has an abusive mom :(. Only has one eye and then no eyes and then robot eyes or smthn idk she becomes a badass when she gets older. But otherwise trembling in her shoes all the time.

Melodys Mom/Sharren: Bitch. Okay well all I’ll say is she’s old and grumpy and probably smells bad.

Louise: Total hotty, rich kid, FtM, got bullied as a kid for his weight. Had a squad of fans basically in high school. Lived with his mom after his parents got a divorce but his mom was semi abusive, projected her femininity onto him, and wouldn’t have been supportive of his transition, so between middle and high school he went to live with his dad and got his sex change and testosterone. His best friend in elementary and middle school stopped talking to him after his transition, and became his competition for the most attractive and sought after boy in school (except Louise is a sweetheart while his friend Tommy is a dick and really gross) His dad runs a company that specializes in technology, and after meeting and falling in love with Melody (even after all her abusive trauma and losing both her eyes) he has his dad and some of the developers create a way to get her vision back and I mean honestly I love him how could you not love him he’s so perfect.

Watching:

Fick: Big nerd boy with thick glasses. I feel like he’d use Reddit but don’t quote me on that. Big crush on Vivinya. Boy don’t wander into the woods- oh look dead body with a curse on it don’t touch it- aaaand now he has a wisp that makes him kill people, way to go kid. Panic attack central.

Vivinya: True crime girl, yucky yucky. Probably had a knife collection. “uwu I’m insane” except she actually is and starts using Fick to kill people for her and treats him like her “Yandere boyfriend” or something cringe and gross oh god. She deserves jail. JAIL. Needs to learn guys need to give consent too. Just overall sucks 1/10.

Tommy: I mentioned him early to be Louises ex best friend and rival. He used to have a crush on Louise actually but that don’t excuse being a BITCH!!!! Also needs to learn people gotta give consent he is just as gross as Vivinya. Cheats on all the girls he gets with because he’s again, a bitch. Idk if he deserved to get murdered though I mean he was still a teenager but it’s fine. Thinks of the song Seventeen from Heathers actually this story does feel a tad reminiscent of heathers with vivinya being a crazy and wanting to off a bunch of students. Huh.

Suzannie: Tommy’s older sister who’s a detective. What a coincidence. Monotone and depressed. Probably because her little brother got murdered. Gets real awkward when she’s talking about her brothers murder(s) to Fick and Vivinya like “when I find who did this to him they’ll regret being born”. Kind of really pretty actually.

Adolescents (there isn’t actually a story here yet but don’t worry about it shhhh):

Nelson: HIMBO HIMBO H- Jock stupid idiot big dork god he’s so awkward and his main personality trait is having a crush on Naomi and being a dork when talking to her. Probably could benchpress you.

Naomi: Gamer or something and a nerd geek. Her main personality trait is having a crush on Nelson and also being a dork when talking to him. Probably a weeb and fandom dweller. Can’t draw but she commissions artists to draw. She does write copious amounts of fanfiction though.

Andrés: Ohhh the school bad boy babyyyy. Baseball bat with nails in it or something. There’s like... A thing between him in Charlotte and he wants to be a thing but she’s being difficult and makes it hard to talk to her or about her and ugh.

Charlotte: Princess, high school princess. She’s actually pretty nice when you get to know her- but she’s a diva. Ballerina after school. Best friends with Naomi and doesn’t know what she’s talking about when she mentions ships or OTPs but she listens anyways because she’s a good friend. There’s like... A thing between her and Andrés but she doesn’t know if she’s super into him but geez he’s really hot but she gets such mixed responses when she asks her friends about it and what if it doesn’t work outttt.

Marlon: They/Them but they’re okay with either pronouns they aren’t sure yet, he or she is okay... Box boy box boy. Autism... He doesn’t want to admit He’s attracted to men but he’s totally attracted to men. He lives alone which is probably illegal for his age but somehow he manages. Everyone thinks he’s “the quiet kid” and he’s really sad about it no don’t make jokes like that please guys ahh-

Sing for Me:

Kat: The color pink, addahadda(adhd), angry and loud and short. For being only like 10 and being an adorable little lesbian dressing in sparkly pink dresses she actually likes screaming a lot and would totally sing heavy metal if her producers let her. Loud and mad but gets so soft around her girlfriend. “If anything happens to Brie I’m killing everyone in this room and then myself”.

Brie: French... Birds and stuff. Loves her girlfriend even though she is so loud. So fast. So much. Likes to write pretty things. Is only like an inch taller than Kat. Filled with so much love for everything.

Elliot: The girls manager. Lots of coffee. Stressed out of his MIND please help this man. Probably gay. Seems like a smug dick but he is just a tall and lanky dork that loves puppies and wants nothing more than for Kat and Brie to be happy. Accidentally brands them as sisters and then Kat kisses Brie and- oh fuck oh shit oh no what has he done. Hides the fan and non fan responses from them. Poor guy.

Horror Hosts:

Ichabod: Hot demon who’s the son of the current ruler of hell or something. I mean he’s hot, smart, and royalty, what more do you want. I very specifically hear the dub voice of Kyoya Ootori from OHHC as his voice don’t @ me. Goat legs????? Yeah??? Don’t be rude.

Barnabie: Ohhhhhhhhh big orc teddy bear I’m crying I love him????? He puts up a more confident ploy and the given stereotypical personality orcs supposedly have but he’s just a shy boy that wants to give girls flowers and call boys pretty. Help him.

Garrison: Gary Burger. Fat hairy gay man. I mean werewolf. Wouldn’t it be funny if I made the whole werewolf thing backwards and made him transform into a HUMAN only on the full moon??? Party animal, pun absolutely intended. LOUD AND FUNNY he’s a dork. Bites. Horny on main Garrison please you’re supposed pamper and flirt with the guests but not quite that much.

Vincenzo: Token Vampire but he’s Italian because I felt like it. Talk and lanky of course. Bitch face. Blood coffee? Yeah lots of coffee. Tired. Let him sleep in Ichabod. Steps on people. Can summon and reanimate corpses but has a bitter attitude towards them because they get annoyed with him as much as he gets annoyed with- everyone else. He does have a soft spot but idk where it is. When he’s talking to guests he’s more suave and sexy though.

Kai: Genderfluid haha get it because slime fluid-... I’ll stop. Probably objectively the hottest because they can look anyway they want and shift their vocals to sound like almost anything, also probably objectively the best in bed (if you’re okay with the texture of Jell-o) and honestly come on save some for the rest of us it’s not fair. This boy can SING oh my god seranade me and whisper in my ear baby. Spunky and sassy.

Hallvor: BABY OCTOPOD BOY OHHHHH I LOVE HIM HE’S SO SWEET AND IS AN ANGEL DARLING BOY SO EMBARRASSED SO SHY SOFTEST VOICE OHHH- ohhh nooo he’s got a knife ohhhhh Hallvor baby don’t be like that ohhhh... Used to work in hentai actually (I wonder why) but quit because of immoral practices and good for him we love that. Okay he’s not actually a yandere or whatever but he DEFINITELY wants to squeeze you a little too hard and has those crazy eyes.

Carla: Main character of this OHHC monster clone. She sucks I don’t like her because listen listen she kills monsters as a living and when she tries to kill our boys here, Ichabod catches her and goes “no” but then the rest (not knowing her murderous intent) fall in love with her and Ichabod is like: “shoot well I’ll keep you alive and around but I’m watching you” and blah blah romance and feelings and character development and wow she seems like she’s grown to care about them... So Ichabod removes a curse he put to prevent her from harming them or leaving... AND THEN SHE STABS THEM ALL IN THE BACK IM CRYING. I mean she might have an extra reason for needing to kill them but I haven’t decided if I want to actually put it in the story yet so.

Fingertips:

Maria/Marianna: Was this goth angry chick and the head of these losers but after a failed heist, fire, and being betrayed and dropped from a window on a 3rd or 4th story down into flames, and going to the hospital and changing her name, she changed totally and become a soft pretty girl... And then the next three boys went “HEY BOSS WE FOUND YOU” and she went “oh no” and now she’s just an anxious wreck like “no no no no no I don’t shoot people in the face anymore no no no no no” And has a fear of hands. Also was Diamontés best friend in primary school and yes all these characters went to the K-12 school all the other characters do/did. Pretty voice. The story is mostly about her being anxious around all the other characters because who was it that betrayed her and dropped her into the flames below? Find out next week on th-

Nikki: He’s that character that you see and immediately go “oh he’s gross and is angry and is a bitch” and you’re right he is and has a cockney accent and screams a lot and probably swings a knife around a lot, but he’s got a sweet interior (somewhere in there... somewhere) Screamo heavy metal. Him and the rest of these character briefly talked about having a band and then they didn’t and then at the end of the story they do and although he plays guitar mostly, if he does do lead vocals he screams a lot. Bitch.

Anthony: Pretty boy but like the “was in the army” pretty boy vibe. Probably played football in highschool. Pyromaniac. Punches Nikki a lot. Almost gives himbo vibes sometimes, almost. Kind of likes the old timey cozy aesthetic. Plays the piano sometimes but “oh I’m not very good at it” Plays extremely well

Diamonté: TALL. Purple goth boy aesthetic hellll yeahhhh. CRAZY EYES AND THEY SPEAK VOLUMES WATCH OUT. Drums. The scary kind of quiet because he just smiles at you. Crowbar. Okay but he’s actually really sweet though. Secretly loves watching Anthony and Nikki get into fights so that’s why he rarely puts a stop to it. I think he’s a sadist. Can be a gentle giant, but can also be a not so gentle giant. The only time he’s really talkative is after copious amounts of booze.

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: Literally a pimp and he’s pretty gross. Blonde hair and pink and white clothes.

Unnamed/Undesigned 2: Chick that likes to throw knives and be angry and threatens Marianna a lot but in a quiet and monotone way, Marianna is pretty scared and hopes that these are just shallow threats uhhhhh.

Unnamed/Undesigned 3: Sells guns (without a lisence of course) and wears a bandana over his face a lot. Tired. Grumpy.

Unnamed/Undesigned 4: Like Marianna, was cold hearted and cool but then got caught in the fire and got all soft. He only has one eyes but how sweet his eyepatch is a heart. Recoved along side Marianna and they are good friends good friends tha- wait Marianna are you going back with them oh god you can’t do that oh dear oh no oh-

(I don’t have a story or name for these two but they’re my comfort ship OC’s and my current hyper fixaction right now):

Rodriquéz: I literally designed him with almost all the traits I find attractive in a guy other than freckles so as you can imagine I find him super HOT. I also designed his personality on what I find attractive from a guy so as you can imagine I find him super GREAT. But anyways he’s grumpy and closed off and monotone and smug. I really could go on for hours about how I want him to step on me I’m so sorry guys. Both him and Samantha give the “21 and having immature fun” vibes. They’re a thing but they like going to bars together and splitting off and doing their own thing (or doing someone else’s thing if you get what I mean haHhahHhahGahGhaha-) But so help them if anyone doesn’t oblige by the “no” from one of these two, someone’s gonna get beat up.

Samantha: (She literally just my personality shhhhh don’t tell anyone it’s a secret) Bubbly, energetic, a little shy by extroverted, bombshell blonde or something? It took me way too much time and effort to design her but I’m really happy with how I finally designed her, I love her outfit. She could kick me in the face and I’d say thank you. Girly drinks at the bar. Got that trauma and anxiety™️ secretly though. Skips and jumps a lot. As I’m typing this I keep looking up at the drawing of her and more and more I would want her to also step on me.

(Space Story I don’t have a nice title for):

Unnamed/Undesigned 1: So... Funny story this story originally was with me and uh... My ex I guess... So I gotta replace the MC’s... Whoops ahaha... Awkward. But anyways the MC is a robot and a girl and is a slight tsundere or smthn.

Unamed/Undesigned 2: Has a space ship, works for this organization in space that protects the galaxy. Is cocky, lazy, sly, oblivious, and an idiot. The love interest- obviously. Probably accidentally committing space crimes. (Like space pirating hAHAHA-) Kind of cool when he wants to be.

Dandelion/Dandy: CAT. WITH A JET PACK. Kind of an asshole. Fun fact used to be Polli’s cat but then when the Second MC crash landed on earth she was like “fuck this noise I’m going with space boy laterz” (okay she can’t talk but she thought it).

Zizii: Lesbian alien? Yeah???? Okay but I mean her main character trait is being a dorky back alley doctor and engineer obsessed with the MC because they’re a sentient robot with emotions and a lazer arm and rocket boots WOW!!!!!!!!

Story I want to revive:

So I had a story I started writing a long time ago about this tech theatre kid that had a crush on this other theatre kid character, but in a play that other character has to kiss another person for the show, and as the story progresses the MC convinces themselves that it isn’t just a play and that their crush actually loves and is kissing that other kid. And in the play, that other character is supposed to die. Show night comes along and they die, but like actually, and by the hands of the MC (Idk maybe like a light falls on em or smthn). So it’s a grotesque scene the audience sees as just an act. (Mutters I dunno I think my idea’s cool...) So I’ve been wanting to design these characters and work more on the story but I’m busy being obsessed with Rodriquez and Samantha so. (And the Horror Host Club too I love them too still).

Other Characters that either don’t have a specific story or are kind of like background characters:

Jacqueiliquinne Merril: Sara Berry vibes from 35mm (go look up The Ballad of Sara Berry, maybe like an animatic idk the first one that comes up is nice) But otherwise rich, pretty, popular, bitch. Tries to like, steal Louise from his squad and it’s like bro that’s unnecessary who hurt you that’s so rude. She gives Nui from Kill La Kill Vibes too. Oh she knows her name is long and annoying but you have to say the whole thing.

Brianna: Jaqueiliquinne’s sister. Big titty goth gf??? She’s pretty popular too and kind of a bitch too but to a much lesser degree. Her and he sister throw hands a lot when no one is around, you know, “THEY GIRLS ARE FIGHTINNGGGG”.

The Louise Fan Club: 4 characters I haven’t named yet. One writes fanfiction of Louise and shares it with the others and with him sometimes and although he thinks it’s a bit weird he also finds it a tad endearing and supports her. One is an aspiring photographer and is constantly asking Louise to model for him. One is an artist and draws Louise all the time. And one is an aspiring musician who writes songs based of Louise’s relationships which again he finds a little weird but endearing and supports her.

The Jacquiliquinne Merril Fan Club: Genderbent-ish (I say ish because one of the characters is a little bit less defined gender wise) versions of the Louise Fan Club. Yes I’m lazy, and no they don’t get along with them, infact they hate each others club with a passion.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I wanna make some hacker kid just because I wanna have one.

Unnamed/Undesigned: I also really wanna have a super cutesy magical girl and then a really super duper generic boring character probably like star vs the forces of evil idk I never watched that show but it looks cute.

Me: I exist in the universe fukc you I can do what I want it’s my story and I get to chose the who also if you wanna be in the mess of a universe go ahead draw yourself with my OC’s I allow and encourage and appreciate it. I literally made the Horror Host Club as a sort of Harem story and you are absolutely allowed to make out with them if you’re a monster fucker DO it GO ahead it’s canon.

and that is ALL I have FOR now Knowing me I’ll make like 12 more characters by July, and I mean I need more characters for the high school anyways so...

#Super Long #Characters #OC's #ALL my characters so far

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fleckcmscott · 4 years

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Watch What Happens - Chapter 22

Chapter links: 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21

Summary: Arthur, an aspiring comedian, has struggled to find normalcy and compassion his entire life. Y/N, a hard-working paralegal and transplant to Gotham, has just been put on a case for the Wayne Foundation. When they meet, unexpected sparks fly.

Chapter warning: Angst, Swearing

Words: 3,372

A/N: Again, special thanks to @ithinkimawriter for beta-reading this chapter and her encouragement! All the love goes to her!

It was hard for Arthur to fathom that he was backstage at his idol's show. Being there in the dressing room, sitting in front of the vanity mirror with all its lights, was incredible. If he hadn't been able to feel the bristles of the brush when he put foundation on, the cool of the water as he drank it out of the fancy glass they'd provided, or perceive the way the warm smoke from his cigarette filled his lungs with every drag, he would have been sure this was all make-believe.

The nearby table had a set of bowls with various snacks. He wasn't hungry, but he tried them anyway, wanting to keep himself busy. The round, beige nuts, a variety had hadn't eaten before, had a buttery flavor he liked - he'd have to ask Y/N what kind they were when she got there. And there were individually wrapped pieces of chocolate with a gooey center - he stuck a few of those in his pocket for later. There was also a gelatin pyramid with fruit and marshmallows suspended in it; he stayed away from that completely.

Bouncing up and down on his feet, he hung onto the open front of his suit jacket, pulling at the soft, red fabric. He cocked his head and looked in the mirror. His hair was slicked back more neatly than at the open-mic night. The skin of his face was a bit smoother, the lines in it softened by make-up and the gentle lighting of the room. He'd done a good job with his appearance, he thought as he fixed the collar of his white shirt. Now he just had to get through his material.

He sat in the chair before the vanity and started paging through his notebook, chuckling to himself. It had been impossible to memorize everything he'd written the past few days, though he knew one or two jokes by heart. He sometimes had difficulty with retention, anyway. Reading his set would be sufficient if his delivery was correct. If he could get the words out, it would work.

There was a knock at the door, then it suddenly opened. More emotion than expected filled Arthur when he turned to see Murray Franklin, the man he'd fantasized of being loved and accepted by ever since he was a little boy. His chest tightened, and he didn't try to hide the watering of his eyes, rising from his chair excitedly and taking the man's hand. "I feel like I know you," Arthur said. "My mother and I have been watching you forever."

Murray simply smiled, nodded, and delivered instructions: nothing too edgy, no dirty jokes, and no cursing. Arthur would be right on after Dr. Sally. "Didn't you have a guest?"

"She's not here yet. But she will be," Arthur answered, nodding to convince himself Y/N would run into the room any minute.

"Good. Someone will come get you, okay? Good luck," Murray said.

"Thanks, Murray."

Once the the host left and the door closed behind him, Arthur eased into the make-up chair and let out a long breath. He glanced up at the clock on the wall. The airing of the show was going to start in ten minutes. She'll be here. She wouldn't miss this. She wouldn't do that to you. He turned to the news playing on television. All he could do was wait and hope she'd show up soon.

~~~~~

Getting into the building had been straightforward. The doorman had asked for Y/N's name, she'd said it was "Melissa Treble," and, after finding her on the guest list, he'd let her through the backstage entrance. He hadn't even asked for an ID. It left her wondering if they were always lax, or her still being dressed in her office clothes had helped. Despite the ease of entry, her heart was hammering in her chest. She held her handbag to her as if some invisible force might rip it away. Straightening the visitor badge clipped to her blouse, she tried to walk as nonchalantly as possible, searching for a map of the building.

When she found the elevators, she read the directory hanging between them carefully. NCB news studios were on the fourth floor, and the offices for it were on the fifth. She wasn't going to try to run into the studio while they were in the middle of a broadcast and get arrested for trespassing. That wouldn't do. She decided to look for the stairwell and walk to the offices' floor. The stairs would be less crowded, she assumed, making it unlikely she'd be seen.

As she climbed, her steps growing slower with every floor, she took off her heels. The concrete was cold on her nylon-stockinged toes. But the discomfort kept her focused on the task at hand instead of allowing her to fixate on being nervous. The anxiousness she felt wasn't only for herself, but also for Arthur. She knew what she was doing was a desperate, last ditch attempt at making a difference. That even if she succeeded in getting her information to someone, it didn't mean anything would be done with it.

But Arthur was putting himself out there, against her advice, on the show of the asshole who'd made fun of his disability. Though she hadn't seen him have an attack since last week, she hoped he wouldn't start laughing uncontrollably. And that his new stand-up wasn't only filled with cute jokes, which would invite unkind snickers. She simply wanted him to succeed. Perhaps that would help him shed the insecurity she knew he still carried, and he'd be free to display the grace she'd seen glimpses of when he dared to trust himself. Maybe he'd finally realize how terrific he was.

She rested against the railing when she reached the fifth floor, then opened the metal door leading out of the stairwell. Sticking her head into the hallway, she looked each way, relief filling her when she saw the emptiness of the perpendicular corridors. She snuck out and held her breath as she shut the door behind her. So far so good.

It was impossible for her to know which way to turn - it was a fifty/fifty chance either way - so she picked the way with the fewest illuminated office lights. Keeping her shoes in her hand, she walked quietly along the wall, reaching into her purse and grabbing the envelope with "NCB News" typed on the front. She needed to find a door labeled "reports" or "tips" or something, anything that sounded vaguely like they'd look at her notes instead of throwing them away.

"What do you mean you didn't receive the finance report? I faxed it over this afternoon," a man's voice said, coming from one of the nearby offices. Y/N slunk back, creeping into the door of an open, presently unoccupied office behind her. The sound of papers being shuffled echoed against the linoleum floor. She closed her eyes, trying hear his movements over the pounding pulse in her ears. "Hold on, hold on. I'll bring it down to you," the man continued.

At the sound of his chair scraping against the floor, she moved to crouch behind a desk. She bit her knuckle to stop a chuckle at the ridiculousness of a grown woman playing hide-and-seek in an office building. The man walked by, grumbling to himself the whole time. When she heard the distant ding of the elevator, she tip-toed to the door and looked into the hallway.

Y/N considered the best option. The man's office door was open. He had mentioned reports. This was as good a chance as any. She darted across the corridor, dropped the envelope on his desk, and scurried back towards the exit. Heading back to the stairwell, she broke into silent sprint as she got closer. She tried to stop before slamming into the door. But her slippery nylons caused her to slide and bang into it as it opened. Ignoring the possibility that she'd just given herself away, she started booking it down to the second floor so she could see Arthur.

The show was already being aired as she walked to his dressing room, trying to catch her breath. Monitors in the hallway were playing Dr. Sally's latest advice and Franklin's stupid quip about how he would try her tips with his next wife. When she reached the door labeled "Arthur Fleck," she didn't knock before opening it.

"Y/N..." Arthur sprang up from his chair and went to her, taking her hand in his. "I was afraid you wouldn't make it."

Smiling, she leaned back against the door and exhaled sharply. "I'm sorry," she said, giggling, trying to expel the stress in her body. "There were a lot of stairs. But, thanks to you, I did it." She laughed lightly, and started rummaging in her purse. "It's out of my hands now. Here," she said, pulling out a black-eyed Susan. She stuck it in his jacket pocket and gave it a light pat. Then she took a few seconds to look him over, appreciating how his suit accentuated the lankiness of his physique. "You look great. Are you nervous?"

The corner of his mouth crooked uncertainly as he angled his head to look down at the flower. "A little. But you're here." He gave a small shrug. "Maybe everything will be okay."

She only had a few moments to tighten his red and gold tie before a producer came to get him. The peck she gave Arthur was quicker than she would have liked, but he was already half out the door. With a grasp of his hand, she was able to stop him for a split second. "Be yourself and don't let them mock you."

~~~~~

Arthur closed his eyes as he waited behind the curtain to go on stage, a hint of ire joining the strains of anxious excitement in his frame. They were playing that terrible Pogo's tape again, and Murray was telling Dr. Sally he thought Arthur had problems. He needed to focus in order to do the entrance he'd practiced.

He stretched an arm in front of him, then circled his closed fists, one over the other, until an open hand was held over his head as he breathed out. Then he extended his arms, one in front of him and one back, as far as he could, before bringing his hand back to smooth down his chest and stomach. Arthur could sense the producer next to him staring his way as he performed his strange ballet, then stepping back from him. But Arthur didn't care. The movements would soothe and, he hoped, center him enough so he could get out onto that stage and say what wanted.

As the multi-color curtain was opened for him, he was struck by how blinding and hot the stage lights were. And the spotlight was a hell of a lot brighter than the one at Pogo's. Still, he stepped out with polish, gave the audience a confident nod and wave, and went to Murray's desk. After firmly shaking Murray's hand, he approached Dr. Sally. Compelling himself to be brave, he took her offered hand, kissed her cheek sweetly, and whispered a soft, "Thanks." She looked a bit confused, but he thought he detected amusement, too. Then he wiped off the yellow chair next to Murray's desk and sat down, adjusting himself and crossing his legs, his hands folded neatly in his lap.

His breath caught as he looked up into the audience. This was it. This was real. This was the culmination of a dream. There were hundreds of people sitting there, cheering for and seeing him. And there were even more at home watching him on television. His lips parted as his gaze roved over the crowd. He'd barely heard Murray speaking when his question broke through the haze he was in, "Are you all right?"

"Yeah," Arthur said quietly, nodding. "This is exactly how I imagined it."

"Well, that makes once of us," Murray quipped.

That and the audience's laughter brought Arthur back. He forced himself to smile and remember he wasn't there only as a guest. But also as a prop.

"So," Murray started. "I know you're a comedian. You live here in Gotham. Backstage you said you grew up watching this show with your mother?"

Turning to him, Arthur nodded, loosening his shoulders, trying to be self-assured. "That's right, Murray."

Murray gestured towards the camera almost directly in front of them. "Is she watching tonight? Do you want to say hi?"

Arthur knew greeting his mother would be the usual thing to do. But, apart from brief asides, he hadn't been able to think about Penny without angrily tearing up. He clenched his jaw and waved the suggestion away. "No."

After a pause, Murray continued. "Well, have you been working on any new material? You wanna tell us a joke?"

The throng in the studio roared, applause filling Arthur's ears. He didn't answer immediately, reveling in their attention. "Yeah?" he asked them, his beam becoming genuine. His throat clenched as he straightened his legs and put his hands on his knee. It was hard to believe, but they actually seemed to want to listen to him. "Okay." Flashing Murray a grin, he pulled his journal from the waistband of the back of his trousers.

Murray started in on Arthur as he soon as he began flipping through the pages. "He's got a book. A book of jokes." As Arthur searched, Murray continued to badger. "Take your time. We've got all night."

Arthur gave Murray side-eye and chuckled to himself as he found what he was looking for. "Okay, okay. Here's one." He swallowed, then took a deep breath. "Knock knock"

Murray pointed at the book. "And you had to look that up?"

At the sound of everyone laughing at him, Arthur’s face became serious. Murray was already making the effort to be mean to him. Arthur looked at Murray's co-host, seated next to Dr. Sally on the couch. His guffaws were the loudest. "I wanna get it right," Arthur said earnestly. "Knock knock."

"Who's there?" Murray answered exaggeratedly.

"It's the police, ma'am. Your son jumped off of Wayne Tower." Arthur started to snicker. "He's dead."

"Oh, no, no, no." Dr. Sally rounded on him as the audience groaned. "No. You cannot joke about that!"

Murray sounded annoyed. "Yeah, that's not funny, Arthur." He tapped his cue cards against his desk, addressing the crowd as he admonished him. "That's not the kind of humor we do on this show."

"Okay. I'm-" Nodding furiously, Arthur continued. "Yeah, I'm sorry. It's just, you know..." He tightened his mouth. "It's been a rough few days, Murray." Sniffling, he tried to smile though the pain welling in him. "My mother having a stroke, finding out I was abused as a kid, trying to meet my father."

Murray pressed his lips together before seemingly deciding to try to save the segment. "It sounds like you had a tough week." Arthur flinched when Murray nudge his arm with his elbow. "Come on, tell us another wisecrack. But a family one, this time." he said, pasting on a showbiz smile.

Arthur rolled his eyes and closed his book. "Why is everyone so upset about my joke?" he asked.

Murray began to scold him. "Because that's too serious to kid about. People who would try that are sick. We should-"

"I've been that person," Arthur said, throwing his forearm down on his leg. "And if it was me dying on the sidewalk, you'd walk right over me." He drew his brows together, turning more fully in his seat. "You think it's funny to play my video, to invite me here to make fun of me, but I can't joke about what I know?"

There was disbelief in Murray's face, as if he couldn't believe Arthur was calling him on his bullshit. "That video got you here. On the biggest TV show in Gotham." The crowd cheered. They seemed to be taking Murray's side.

Fury grew in Arthur as they brushed off his words. "Comedy is subjective, Murray. Isn't that what they say?” Didn't the people of this city know the harm they'd caused him over the years? That tape had tormented him. And they didn’t even realize they were laughing because of his condition. “All of you," he said straight to the audience, "the system that knows so much, decides what's right or wrong. The same way you decide what's funny," he pointed at himself, "or not." Giggling, he indicated Murray.

Murray was looking over Arthur's shoulder as he spoke. "Look, Arthur, if you're not careful, we're going to have to stop this interview."

Arthur felt like he was being ignored, again. They thought what he had to say wasn't worth the air it took to speak it. He tried to take a deep breath, reminding himself Y/N was watching backstage. That he could finally look forward to the weeks ahead because, at last, someone loved him.

But as much as her affection had improved his life, helped him get through every day, it wasn't enough to erase his hurt and anger. And now that he had this platform and was being seen, now that he'd opened his mouth, he couldn't stop talking. His volume rose as he continued. "Have you seen what it's like out there, Mur-ray? Do you ever actually leave the studio? I've been in enough observation rooms to make a few observations."

The wetness in his eyes distracted him for only a moment before he continued. "Nobody’s civil anymore!” he yelled. But then his voice got quiet, cracking on his next words. “Nobody thinks what it's like to be the other guy."

He thought of the possibility of being thrown out of his apartment, and Mr. Wayne socking him in the face when all he wanted to do was talk. "You think men like Thomas Wayne ever think what it's like to be someone like me? To be somebody but themselves? They don't. They just think we'll sit there and take it."

Murray scoffed at him. "There's so much self-pity, Arthur. I'll tell you-"

"And you're awful, Murray."

“Me? I’m awful?” Murray sounded incensed. “Oh, yeah? How am I awful?”

The skin of Arthur's chin trembled as he tried to hold himself together. "I never had a father growing up. I always wished he was you. I loved you. But you're just like the rest of 'em."

Murray folded his arms and leaned on his desk, narrowing his eyes at him. “You don’t know the first thing about me, pal. I invited you on here and all you're doing is insulting me.”

Arthur swallowed and looked up at the ceiling, pressing his lips together. "How about another joke, Mur-ray?"

"I think we've heard enough of your jokes," Murray said sternly.

If he was about to get kicked off, Arthur wanted to end with a zinger. "What's the worst part of having a mental illness?" he started, feeling tears start despite his efforts to hold them back.

Murray nodded towards someone in the back. "Gene, cut to commerci-"

Arthur interrupted, his voice breaking. "People expect you to behave as if you don't."

It got quiet, then. Arthur decided no one knew how to respond to the reality in the joke he'd just told. As the silence from the audience, the other guests, and Murray lingered, he started chuckling. He placed his hand on the arm of the chair and squeezed, wiping at his eyes with the heel of his palm as his body shook and he bent forward with laughter.

After a minute, he heard the click of high-heels approaching. When Y/N knelt in front of him, he met her gaze and let out a breath of relief. "Y/N," he said, swiping at his nose. She'd put her hand on his knee. He reached to cover it with his fingers, holding tight. "You're still here," he whispered.

The corner of her mouth quirked up as she nodded, her eyes rimmed red. She squeezed gently as she addressed him with a shaky voice. "Let's go home."

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infinitystation · 4 years

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heehoo oc time :) gonna give a bunch of basic info about my splatoon ocs under the cut just bc i can

chroma (my in-game inkling)

-agent 4 // n-zap ‘89 main // uses too much run speed // completionist

-light blue natural ink, purple eyes

-shortest of his friends

-hyper dude, doesn’t really shut up but that’s ok

-very gay, dating shade. every day he wonders “why did this genuinely great person chose me of all people” because chroma is Big Dumb

-painted his goggles rainbow for pride month. to this day, the paint is still stuck on there

-lives in an apartment with xylen

-obsessed with salmon run, highest rank you can get. his friends are almost concerned for his love of this job. so is grizz, but he isn’t complaining

-bought all the weapons and is working on buying all the clothes. why is he like this. he never changes anything, he just wants it all. he wears the same outfit every day and MIGHT change his hat sometimes. he’s used the n-zap ‘89 since he got it...

-has a scar on his stomach, but he doesn’t show people. not even xylen knows what happened :0

-good friends with agent 8 (selene, ark’s oc)

xylen

-agent 3 // e-liter 4k scope main // VIOLENT player

-dark blue natural ink, green eyes (one miscolored)

-one of the best snipers out there. fear him

-tall boi. very lanky

-usually really relaxed. unless he’s doing something stupid with chroma

-very bi. dating selene

-one year older than chroma, but just as dumb

-he wears croptops all the time. he will cut his gear just to crop it. this is probably not a good idea but he doesn’t care

-has a lot of piercings!! he wants more

-refuses to cut his hair. gets mistaken for a girl a lot, but his deeper voice can throw ppl off. he doesn’t mind how he’s perceived and is fine with any pronouns! he doesn’t care much about gender, just goes by he/him mostly and leaves it at that

-the sanitization with tartar freaked him out a bit. he tends to get nightmares from it, but chroma is such a heavy sleeper that he’s never noticed. one of his eyes is slightly miscolored from the sanitizing ink, but you can barely tell since his eyes are already green.

-he had no idea that chroma was an agent until well after they moved in together. chroma had no idea either. they are so stupid, i love them

shade

-heavy splatling main // very well-rounded player

-natural ink color is two-toned grey and red, yellow eyes. often gets called edgy

-x-rank in everything. a force to be reckoned with. him and his team are incredible. some of the top players in the world! his teammates share the same strange ink color as him

-also gay. met chroma after a match once while he was goofing around in the plaza. immediately fell for him

-chroma, being agent 4, gave him the hero splatling as a gift. now he uses that all the time in place of his old one. none of his teammates have any idea what it is or where he got it from

-despite being so good at ranked modes, he is helpless in salmon run. seems like he relies on his good team chemistry to keep himself going...

-pretty chill guy once you get past the edgy/scary appearance!

*nye

-was agent 900, one of the octolings who didn’t make it unlike agent 10,008

-doesn’t play any game modes

-VERY young. he wasn’t killed, but instead escaped the underground and was hiding around the place until agent 8 freed everyone

-selene has basically adopted him and named him “nye” because of his testing number

-he was partially sanitized before he ran from the area and hides one of his eyes with his tentacles. you can still see a bit of the sanitization on his face :(

-interested in salmon run, but still doesn’t wanna play yet. he likes opening the capsules for chroma :D

-likes his new life above ground and is enjoying it fully even tho he doesn’t do games. he just loves being a part of everything!

-you would expect him to be sad and stuff, but he’s recovering from his experiences pretty well! selene and the idiots have given him a happy lil’ family

**pepper

-carbon roller main // focuses on inking turf // tends to run in confrontation

-red natural ink, orange eyes

-selectively mute! usually only talks to his friend mango. even then he doens’t say much and is VERY quiet

-LOVES collecting patches. give him a patch and he will cherish it forever and also maybe cry. he puts them all on his black inky rider jacket :D

-not super expressive, but get to know him and you’ll always know how he’s feeling

**mango

-hydra splatling main // literally only goes for kills

-orange natural ink, yellow eyes

-super short. like... really short. often seen on pepper’s shoulders

-styled her hair after pearl!! she’s a really big fan

-always hanging out with pepper. they make a great team in turf war too!

-hyper and violent, but only in fun. she’s actually surprisingly nice

*nye is the only octoling of this bunch

**pepper and mango don’t know the others and exist kinda separate from them

#OOF thats a big post #i should draw them all again so yall can actually have an idea of what they look like :0 #i know mango is my only girl im sorry fkjdhkjghk. when i was making ocs i was like. mega projecting and didnt realize it #''hmm they will all be men who behave a bit against the gender norms. no this has nothing to do with me :)'' JFHDKJHGKJ #me @ younger me: you are stupid and im so glad ur figuring stuff out now #chroma #xylen #shade #nye #pepper #mango #ocs #my ocs #singleplayer!

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yeetingmyfeeling · 4 years

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A Rose Tattoo

Chapter Six

“Peter are you good to close the shop up?” Sirius asked his friend.

“Yes Padfoot, I am capable of doing it,” Peter said, rolling his eyes.

“Sorry,” Sirius rolled his eyes then turned to his customer. He was doing a large tattoo on someone's back. It was a blossom tree with a grave at the bottom. He was just doing an outline today.

Once he finished, he wrapped the girl up and booked her next appointment. He cleaned up his workstation then headed to the bathroom to clean up a little.

He walked back out and did one last check to make sure everything was fine. He said goodbye to Alyce and Peter as he grabbed his stuff. He slid his jacket and helmet on, jumping on his bike to drive to the coffee shop, even though it wasn’t that far away. He parked his bike and walked in the shop.

“Sirius!” A voice called. “Good to see you,”

Sirius looked and saw Arthur weasley coming towards him, arms stretched. He is twenty-six. Taller than him, standing at five foot eleven. He was decently fit. Green eyes and straight ginger hair. He always wore a friendly smile.

Sirius hugged his friend, the two giving a good pat on the back before pulling away.

“God Arthur, you have a job to do. Should you be hugging people?” A feminine voice inquired.

Molly Prewett, now Weasley, age twenty-five. Quite short, at five foot three. She is in the middle of losing weight after just having her third child. She has bright brown eyes with short red curly hair. Molly has a smile matching her husbands.

“Who’s looking after the boys?” Sirius asked.

“Frank and Alice are today,” Molly answered. “Would you like a sandwich? I’ve closed the kitchen but I can make you one. Arthur, make Sirius a coffee!”

“No no it’s okay,” Sirius shook his head. “I’m waiting for someone,”

“A date!”

“A date?” Arthur gasped. “Even I wouldn’t take my wife out on a simple coffee date looking like that,”

“Okay, that hurts a little,” Sirius mumbled. “But, it’s work related,” Molly just nodded with a smirk.

Sirius shook his head and went to go sit at his favourite table. It was one up against a window in the front corner of the shop. He pulled out his phone, going through his notifications. He sent a quick text to James, telling him to tell him everything when he gets home.

He heard the door open and locked up, guessing the person who just walked in was Remus, as the figure did start walking towards him. Sirius stood up and shoved his phone in his pocket. He looked at the person, who he really hoped was Remus.

He was tall, taller than Sirius. He was very skinny, almost unhealthily, but it suited his lankiness. He had very fluffy light brown hair, that would be great to run his hands through. His eyes were like brown puppy dog eyes, and he could see little flakes of green in them. He had a shy face, that just happened to have scars across it. That confused Sirius, but at a later date he will ask. The boy wore a dark brown sweater that stopped just before mid-thigh and went past his hands. Now that was cute, Sirius thought. Crazy for the heat, but cute. He also wore loose fitting blue jeans and black Doc Martens. He carried a worn out looking satchel. The way he stood was awkward, but just suited his body. Sirius hopped his personality was the same.

“You must be Sirius?” He asked. Oh, he had such a deep, rich voice, like caramel. “I’m Remus Lupin.”

“Yep! Sirius Black,” Sirius grinned, and they shook hands. Sirius sat back down where he was sitting, and Remus sat opposite of him. “Would you like anything to drink? It’s on me.”

“Oh no, that’s okay, I can pay for myself,” Remus smiled appreciatively. Oh, he’s a good boy.

Molly approached the two boys, a sticky notepad in one hand and a pen in the other. “What can I get you boys?”

“The usual, large long black with milk on the side please,” Sirius grinned. “And could I get a blueberry muffin, please?”

“Just an english breakfast tea please,” Remus asked.

Molly wrote the orders with a nod then walked away. There was a quiet yell of “Hurry up Arthur! Stop reading the news, Sirius needs his coffee.”

Sirius chuckled quietly.

“Do you know them?” Remus asked curiously.

“Yeah,” Sirius confirmed. “Sort of through family, mainly just from getting my shop here,” Remus just nodded, listening.

“So, what we came here for. As you know, I’m the owner of Black’s Tatt’s, and the place is just full of edgy stuff, and I just want something a little softer, also sometimes flowers can be inspiring, for customers planning a tattoo and us sketching them up. One of my workers just so happens to be in love with one of your workers. I had been thinking for a while about something to do with the shop, but when I found out Lily worked at a florist, that gave me an idea. Which is to get flowers in weekly.”

Sirius felt bad because he did just say a whole lot at once, but it is business so you sort of have to, and get straight to the point. Remus just sat there, looking at Sirius with his gently puppy dog eyes, and listening.

“Uh, what do you think?” Sirius asked with an awkward chuckle.

Before Remus could reply, Arthur and Molly came over. Arthur put Sirius’ mug and milk jug down, and Molly put Remus’ tea and pot down. Molly went to the counter then came back with the blueberry muffin. “Enjoy,” She said and winked at Sirius before the couple walked away.

“Well, if you think it would be good for your shop, and help, then sure,” Remus spoke as he began pouring his tea, adding three sugars into it. Sirius was impressed. “But, flowers are expensive, especially every week. What kind of flowers are you thinking of?”

Sirius put his one sugar in his coffee and a dash of milk. “Say, two bunches that I can just put into vases on the counter? At least, that’s what I was thinking.”

Remus nodded. “Generally, depending on the flowers, they can cost up to twenty or thirty dollars, for one bunch,” Remus sipped his tea. “A you're a business, I’m sure I could take five or so off, which isn’t much but it’s something.”

Sirius grinned. “That all sounds perfect! When can I get the first bunch?”

Remus laughed. “When you order them,” He reached into his satchel and pulled out a notebook and handed it to Sirius. “Look through that.”

Sirius flipped through the book while they sat in silence, drinking their drinks. While Remus was talking, he did try hard, but he kept staring at the scars on his face. He noticed some on his hands, and saw a bandage peeking out from beneath his sweater. Maybe the soft boy is a fighter.

“How many weeks in advance do I need to order?” Sirius asked.

“You can just order for the next five weeks, and at the end of the fourth week order for the next five,” Remus answered. “We will be able to get some for you next week as I’m doing a late order,”

“Okay, well, I think I know the five ones I want,” Sirius said. Remus nodded and brought out his phone. “First week, Roses. Second, Apple Blossoms. Third, Statice’s. Fourth, Aster’s. And fifth, Cypress’.”

Remus typed this all in his phone, nodding after Sirius said each flower. He then put his phone down. “Alright, I will order those and the Rose’s will be in on Monday.”

“Do you do deliveries?” Sirius asked.

“Occasionally,” Remus offered. “Since you are just across the road, we can deliver them to you.”

“Great! Make sure it’s you delivering them please,” Sirius smiled.

“Oh,” Remus blushed. Sirius silently cheered. “Okay.”

They continued drinking their drinks. Sirius almost forgot about his muffin. He cut it in half, and after figuring out which the larger piece was, offered the smaller one to Remus. Remus shook his head, but Sirius insisted, so Remus caved in.

“Could I have your number?” God, Sirius is so smooth today. “So it’s easier to contact?”

It seemed as if Remus was thinking very hard. He knows you don’t give out your personal number for customers, but Sirius is not going to be a regular customer. Remus nodded, and after unlocking his phone, handed it over to Sirius. Sirius put in his contact information then sent himself a text. He handed the phone back and grabbed out his own, replying to the text and saving Remus’ number.

Sirius smiled at the boy sitting across from him. Remus looked up, feeling a pair of eyes on him and looked at Sirius. He just smiled back awkwardly.

“I’ve gotta go,” Remus apologized. “Need to put in the order,” He drank the rest of his tea and finished his blueberry muffin.

“Oh, alright,” Sirius was mildly disappointed. “I’ll see you monday then with my delivery?” Remus nodded with a smile. “Also, Remus i’m paying.”

Remus looked like he was going to argue but didn’t. Probably a good thing. “Thank you, See you Monday,” He waved goodbye and quickly scurried out.

Sirius finished up and Mary came over to collect his plates. “He seems wonderful,”

“Doesn’t he?” Sirius asked rhetorically. “I wish I got to spend more time with him.”

“Well you were going to get kicked out anyway,” Molly shrugged. “Also, he left his notebook.”

Sirius looked down and the table and smiled. Remus’ notebook laid open on the table on the last flower Sirius had chosen. He picked it up and paid for the drinks, Molly said he was family and didn’t have to pay for the muffin. He got on his bike and drove home.

~~~

“Padfoot!” James yelled as soon as Sirius walked through the door. “Sirius fucking Black!! I did it! I asked Lily Evans out and did not get killed!”

Sirius closed the door behind him. “Okay, but did you get rejected?”

“No!” James laughed. “We are going on a date tomorrow night!”

Sirius will never admit it but he squealed like a girl, then proceeded to tackle hug his best friend. “You did it mate! You bloody did it!”

James accepted his fate of being pinned by Sirius. “I am so happy I could cry.”

“Don’t, you need to tell me what happened,”

“Right,”

The two sat up on the floor and James started telling his tale.

“So as you know we had history together. This time I decided to sit away from her because I was way too nervous. I could have shat myself. I had no idea what was going on in that history lesson, I think they were debating about a World War Three-”

“James I just want the important stuff,”

“Okay yeah. So after class, you showed up, and even though you said you didn’t have a class-”

“I have been asking this one professor for help and she said she had some free time,”

“So you practically threw the flowers at me, but they were fine. Lily walked out and I had to hide them behind me back. She was with a friend so that made this entire thing more awkward. But i went up to her and asked if I could talk to her for a moment, she just nodded and her friend stepped away. Then I told her how I felt,”

“How you loved her ever since you laid eyes on her?”

“No, shut up. I told her that I’ve liked her for some time now, and I knew that I tended to come off very strong but if she would consider going out on a date with me. She looked unsure and that was when I handed her the flowers, I was supposed to before but I forgot they were in my hands. Anyway, she looked so shocked and happy, I hope. Then she ended up saying yes.”

“Merlin prongs, you actually did it.”

“I know, I’m in shock. Literally, I think i’m dreaming. We are going for dinner at a pub tomorrow night.”

“You’ll do great mate,”

“You’re helping me,”

“I figured. But I got you, you are going to be such a sexy beast she will never be able to resist you.”

#harry potter #remus lupin #sirius black #peter pettigrew #james potter #lily evans #jily #arthur weasley #molly weasley #ocalyce #harry potter movies #harry potter books #harry potter universe #wolfstar #florist #flowers #tattooist #tattoos

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Damn “Henry gets a haircut” got angostura at the end my man would you be up to do a part 2? Even if you don’t I still think it was pretty dang good👌🏼

I didn’t know I needed a part 2 until I started writing it. This went from platonic to vaguely romantic, and if you think I’m sorry, you be WRONG. Feel free to request part 3, if y’all want it.

Word count: +3,300

Warnings: Dank Kush, Alcohol, Vic gets wasted, Grabby Grant, ends up being a lil Patrick/Reader because of COURSE IT DOES. She/Her Reader.

Related: Henry Gets a Haircut

In theory, it would have been a beautiful thing. Your best friends, all happy and dating the girls (or boys, who were you to judge), and you, dating some cutie with a niche for giving you soft kisses and who would whisper sweet nothings in your ear.

The reality, however, was anything but happy.

Vic still stood strong in his fight to keep the girls at bay, happy to sit alone in his own company and watch the others flaunt their arm candy. Henry and Patrick flew to the chance to snag a girl, and within a week since your earth shattering revelation was made, they had each gotten someone. Belch took a little longer, but was starting to warm up to a nice girl from your chem class.

But you?

Well you were in solidarity with Vic, sitting next to him on a wrinkled leather couch at a house party and left to watch your other friends suck face and leave no room for jesus as they danced and grinded to a slow beat of some catchy song, the flow erotic and hip sounding as it crackled through abused speakers.

You rolled your head to face Vic, who played with a fake septum he had slipped in before you and the others picked him up for the party.

“So what’s your excuse? Why don’t you have a girl tonight?” You offered in conversation, holding the jackets of Patrick and Henry to your lap. Your painted and manicured nails picked at the studs stitched into the shoulders of Patrick’s leather jacket, scrunching your nose up in distaste as you caught a flash of Henry macking hardcore with the familiar face of Carly Henderson, who was the host of the house party and the boys current main squeeze.

“Hm?” Vic said, blinking slowly, still feeling a nice high from the joint Henry had offered the group before entering the party. He smiled slowly, following your eyes. “Oh. Jealous?”

“Not like that.” You sighed, running your fingers over the divots and leather of Patrick’s jacket, trying to distract yourself. “Just in general. Everyone else is getting lucky and I’m kinda just…”

“Stuck with me on a couch?” Vic rose an eyebrow, and you gave him a frown.

“I don’t mean it as a bad thing. But yeah. I’m here on the couch, they’re going to get lucky and I’m going to suffer in the lonely loneliness of being a loner loser.”

The blond squinted, processing your words at a snail’s pace. “Dude, chill. You’ll get a guy.”

“No,” You muttered, eyes rolling to the ceiling as you scooched closer to Vic. “I’m going to finish senior year without a single date. Watch it happen, Victor. Mark my words.”

With that, Vic pushed himself up, the couch rustling in protest as he rose. “I’m getting you a fuckin’ drink.”

“Rum!” You called after him. “Lots of chaser! Wait, are you even good to wander off-”

He bobbed and weaved through the crowd, your words lost on him. You sat there for a while, song after song playing before you swore under the beat of the music, and stood, throwing on Patrick’s jacket and folding Henry’s over your arm. Vic was a ditz when high, a literal air head. He wouldn’t be returning to the couch for another hour, and even then, you were sure he’d have forgotten about the alcohol before then.

Fiddling around in the pockets of Patrick’s jacket, you pulled a few artifacts out. In your hand was tangled ball of a necklace long forgotten in his pockets, a couple loose pills that you weren’t sure if they were party drugs or his actual medication, his grim reaper lighter, and his pack of clove cigarettes.

“Bless you, you dumbass.” You praised his forgetfulness, in desperate need of a smoke to escape your own thoughts.

Stuffing everything but the lighter and the cigarettes away, you slipped into the crowd, heading for an exit. You side stepped couples and drunken teens, ignoring grunts of protests when you forced people out of the way when they covered doorways, and finally made it to the kitchen. Vic was nowhere to be found, and seeing it was the only place where alcohol was stored, you figured your hunch about him forgetting to grab the drinks was true. Snagging a loose bottle of rum off the counter, you chucked the cigarettes in another pocket of the jacket, fixing yourself a quick drink with the white rum left to sit at the bottom of the plastic bottle and forgotten orange juice resting in a pitcher on the counter.

Sipping it and satisfied with the ratio, you left the kitchen in time to avoid a pack of wasted jocks, who stampeded the beer keg as you flew out the back door, ready to drink and smoke on the back porch.

There were a few stragglers outside, mostly the more alternative kids and a few stoners. Everyone was evenly spread out, a few clustered around the pool and making small talk. Awkwardly, and with some difficulty given the jacket you carried and the drink in hand, you made an effort to wave to a few people.

They either returned the gesture, or completely ignored you and left you to your own devices. It was pretty warm outside, but you kept the jacket on nonetheless, Henry’s draped over your arm as you leaned against a post and rested your drink on the banister, pulling out the cigarettes and lighter before putting one between your lips.

The lighter took a second to catch, low on fluid, but you were able to light a glorious death stick in a moment, and took a long and well deserved drag.

You exhaled thick wisps of too-sweet smoke, enjoying the taste of the clove cigarettes nonetheless. Patrick used to smoke menthols, while everyone else usually smoke marlboros and called his taste in smokes nasty, but you had always been more than happy to share a cigarette with the lanky boy. Plus, he always had extras from no one sharking off him, so it was like you two split a pack anyhow.

“Hey.”

You turned, lifting your drink to your lips and taking a swig. Your eyes raked the boy in front of you up and down, not affected or impressed with him by much. He had to have been from another school, because you had never seen him before. With his box-dyed black hair, medusa piercing and nose ring, he looked like he would be a residential ‘edgy boy’ of a primarily preppy community. The studded jacket, similar to Patrick’s you thought with amusement, and torn up shirt only made your assumption grow, as did the dirty combat boots he wore and the arrangement of ear piercings that glinted under the soft outside lighting.

“Hi.” You nodded, putting your drink back down and taking another puff of your smoke. You watched him, judged him, and wondered what his next move would be.

“Never seen you around.” He started casually, tilting his head back, dark eyes giving you a once over before he pulled his lips into a smirk.

You decided very quickly that you didn’t like that smirk.

“I’m around.” You breathed smoke in his direction, watching as he didn’t flinch away, but moved closer.

Flicking ash from your cigarette, you straighten up from the post, wary of how closely he advanced.

“What’s your name?” He asked, voice thick, a little husky. “Name’s Grant.”

“Ain’t that a cute name?” You sidestepped him, drink left forgotten as you pressed the cigarette back to you lips. “Name’s [Last Name].”

“[Last Name]? Nah, gimmie your first name, sweetheart.” Grant breathed, making the mistake of reaching out and brushing a lock of hair behind your ear.

You spit smoke, like an enraged dragon, and caught his hand. “Don’t. You wanna be friendly? Try someone else. I’m not in the mood.”

“Aren’t you?” He flicked his tongue over his bottom lip, wetting it as his eyes danced. “You’re all alone, drinking by yourself? At a party? Don’t you want company, baby?”

He curled his other hand closer, making an advance on your waist. His fingertips brushed your stomach, and you felt a jolt of both disgust and immediate fear from the gesture.

“Dude.” You gave a last warning, throwing his wrist away from you and jumping back. “Drop it, I fucking mean it.”

Retreating, an act that in it of itself you despised, you went back inside, dropping your cigarette in a forgotten soda can and hurrying to leave the kitchen. It sizzled loudly, the music and the sound of advancing footsteps following you as you rounded the kitchen and waded through the dining room. You felt his eyes on you as you weaved between your fellow classmates, eyes searching heads to find one of the boys.

You spotted Vic first, who danced in between two girls with a glaze to his eyes, but that all dropped when you snatched his shoulder and jerked him away.

“Whoa-” He steadied himself on you, and you were surprised to smell the reek of alcohol on his breath.

“Seriously? How the hell are you drunk, you’ve been gone all but fifteen minutes.”

Wobbly, but with a grin, he answered. “Shots, man. They’re doing them in the dining room. I had… this many…”

He held up both hands, eight fingers raised.

“Wait.” He held the last two up. “This many. And one more, but it was like, half of someones rum and coke so it doesn’t count-”

You groaned, glancing behind you and catching the swift gaze of Creepy Grant, his eyes glinting with thinly veiled mischief.

“Great, you’re tipsy right now but all that shit is gonna hit you in like ten minutes. Congrats on getting shit faced.” You pulled him from his dancing companions, who whined after your retreating forms.

“Wooo!” Vic slurred, leaning heavily on you as you parted the crowd, using him as a weight to barrel through people.

It didn’t take long to reach Henry, who you happily grabbed by the elbow and jerked from a passionate embrace.

“The fuck-” Henry raised a fist, ready to throw hands with some punk, but found you and a soon to be wasted Vic on your arm. “What.”

“He drank a lot. There’s some creepy guy following me. Fix that mess while I take him to the restroom, he drank ten shots and half a rum and coke, apparently. I see chunks in our future.”

Giggling, Vic enveloped you in a hug, nuzzling your head with his own.

“You’re so fuckin’ sweet, Princess.” He drawled, holding you to him.

“Very near future.” You pressed, mouth forming a thin line as your eyes sought Henry. “Seriously man, help a little here.”

Carly Henderson fixed her hair, peering over the crowd in search of this mystery stalker. They landed on someone, and she registered a look of familiarity. “Grabby Grant?”

“Oh my god that’s so much better than what I named him, but yeah.” You allowed Vic to curl into your neck, his breath tickling your throat.

Henry’s eyes sifted through the faces as well, stopping and pointing to someone. “That guy?”

You glanced in the direction he pointed, finding him to have picked Grant out of a crowd expertly. “Yep. He tried to touch me and when I told him to fuck off he kept coming. I bailed, and now here we are.”

You watched Henry’s eyes narrow, lip curling at your words. He straightened himself, eyes never leaving the crowd.

“Go, get Vic to a bathroom before he spews, and one of us i’ll find you guys.” Henry left then, snatching his jacket and throwing it on, wading through the crowd with a vicious look.

Carly sighed, scratching her temple with a frown before she set on you with a clearly irritated glare.

“Surprised you fought him off. He seems like your type.”

Carly ran a manicured hand through her long ebony locks, storming away and leaving you both confused and with flushed cheeks.

“What a bitch.” Vic huffed, and immediately swung you in time with himself, humming along to the lyrics of the song. He wanted to dance, but you had other plans, and as you tossed aside your muddled emotions, you dragged him away from the crowds, hauling his sloppy ass up the stairs as he sang along to the lyrics of some Lil Peep song.

“I can make you rich, I can make you rich,” He drawled, in tune despite his drunkenness. The alcohol was hitting him hardcore now, that much was obvious. “I can make you this…”

He droned on and on, attracting a few looks, but you ignored them as you brought him to the master bathroom, which was blessedly devoid of others. Then again, Carly had made it clear that no one was supposed to go into the master, but she wasn’t exactly in your good graces, so who were you to listen in the heat of the moment?

So the master bathroom is where Patrick found the two of you, Vic emptying the contents of his stomach into the toilet while you sat beside him and rubbed his back. You made the effort to wet a washcloth earlier, hoping it would soothe the heat he was emitting from his sticky skin.

“What the fuck happened to him?” Patrick gestured vaguely to the poor boy, and you noticed the forest of hickeys on his pale neck. Smeared lipstick could be found there too, but you forced yourself not to care, returning your attention back to Vic.

“This dumbass drank like ten shots and had half a coke and rum.”

Patrick couldn’t help the little snicker that your words brought, but he bent down, patting between Vic’s shoulder blades and offering a remorseful smirk.

“You’re gonna be death tomorrow, kiddo.”

“Fuck you.” Vic rasped, flushing the toilet before unloading another wave of vomit into the once pearly white bowl.

Patrick practically cackled, straightening and nodding at you. “Jacket.”

You pulled it off, handing it over and running a comforting hand through Vic’s blond locks. They had stuck to his forehead from sweat, but you applied a damp and cool wash cloth to his forehead and he moaned in thanks.

“Henry dealt with some bitch you complained about, Belch was helping him beat the fucker last time I saw them, I only caught word because Carly came up and complained about Henry ghosting her.” The dark haired boy tugging out his pack of cigarettes, sitting on the edge of the tub and tapping the pack against his palm.

He stuck a smoke between his lips, lighting it on the first try and inhaling deeply. The room filled with the scent of lavender from the handsoap on the counter and the sweet cloves, the smell comforting you some but disgusting Vic.

He leaned heavily against the toilet bowl, rolling to your touch. “I feel like shit.”

“Really? Wouldn’t have guessed.” Patrick said with little consideration, chuckling as smoke escape his mouth.

You took toilet paper, wiping at the blonds mouth and allowing him to rest himself against you. The cloth brushed his cheeks and mouth as you tried to cool him down further, and he gave a quiet sigh of relief.

There was silence, only the muffled and barely there beat of the music from downstairs to be heard between Patrick’s drags and Vic’s exhausted breathing. Finally, Patrick broke it, eyeing the two of you with an unreadable expression.“So. How’s the whole anti-cockblock thing going for you?”

You frowned. “I’m dateless and taking care of my drunk friend at a party. It’s not going great, but it ain’t too bad, I suppose.”

“She was jealous.” Vic confessed, voice thin. “All night, jealous.”

“Oh, do tell.” Patrick smirked, and you felt your nostrils flare in irritation.

“Not like that, just, annoyed. Envious, not jealous. Jealousy is when you’re worried someone will take what you have. Envy is when you want what someone has. I don’t have anyone to take,” You paused, letting lose a soft sigh. “Therefore, envy.”

“Deep.” Patrick offered uselessly. You snorted a laugh, finding humor in that particular moment. Vic curled close against you, closing his eyes and resting his strength.

It wasn’t long before Belch and Henry found you, the latter with bruised knuckles and the former with a concerned expression.

“What’d he do, [First Name]?” Belch came to your side.

“Drank a lot.”

“No, not Vic. I could guess that already, what’d that bastard do?” He waved off Vic’s predicament, crouching down to get to your eye level. “We decked him and roughed him up, told him not to come back, but what did he do?”

“Just… Tried to touch me, he called me gross names and just,” You squirmed. “Made me feel uncomfortable.”

“He was hitting on you?” Patrick clarified, raised an eyebrow, his cigarette long finished. Despite how he worded his question, you heard confusion and a tail end of concern in his tone.

“Did you tell him to stop?” Belch ignored Patrick, easing Vic off you and pulling the blond up.

“Yeah. like twice. He followed me into the party even after I told him to fuck off.” You rised with Vic, and Belch’s expression darkened.

“Lets go, lets get you and Vic home. Tonights been enough of a shit show, don’t need him blowing chunks down the hall.” He led the weak kneed blond out, Patrick following up beside you as you trailed after him and Henry.

The drive home was quiet, and you noticed how Henry’s eyes wandered to you from the rear view mirror. It was odd to see worry there, instead of his natural indifference, and even Patrick was more off than normal. Getting Vic inside was a nightmare, but at least it was agreed on that he would stay with you for the night.

Patrick helped you lug him up the stairs, Henry and Belch left to make awkward small talk with your parents, who were more so relieved to see you home in one piece than bothered that you were out with a bunch of punkass teens.

You lowered Vic onto your bed with Patrick’s grip tight on his arms, taking his vans off and draping a blanket over him.

“Rest up sleeping beauty.” Patrick whispered, earning a clumsy smack on the leg from Vic, who rolled into your fortress of blanket and pillows with a grunt.

You collected a bucket from under the bathroom sink, set it by the bed, and walked Patrick out of your room and to the tops of the stairs.

“I’m exhausted, tell the guy’s I’m going to sleep or whatever. I’ll see you kids tomorrow.” You said, voice strained and the promise of sleep sounding absolutely perfect in that moment.

“Will do…” Patrick turned to go, but hesitated, swiveling to face you. “Next time… Next time someone fucks with you, come to me. It’s not just Henry and Belch with the muscle. I could have done something, and I would have done something, you know that, right?”

You frowned, and reached to brush his arm, hoping he found the gesture comforting. “I know that. I just couldn’t find you, Pat.”

His eyes, bright even in the limited lighting of your second story, searched your own. Finally, he reached out himself, but chose to push a lock of hair behind your ear.

“‘Kay then Princess, sweet dreams.”

Quickly, as if the touch had burned him, he pulled away and headed down the stairs, shoving his hands in the pockets of his jacket.

You watched him go before returning to the bedroom, closing the door softly until it clicked closed, padding to the bed and sitting on the edge Vic had not yet occupied.

You kicked off your shoes, remembering what Carly Henderson had said to you.

“He seems like your type.”

You undressed, throwing a nightshirt on and crawling in bed, Vic finding you through the mess of blankets and pillows, thin arms wrapping tight around you. His breath was sweet with the smell of alcohol, the perfume of your dreams for the night you supposed, but the sounds of his quiet slumbering led to you sleep in what seemed like no time.

You dreamt of Patrick that night.

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unreone · 4 years

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Aren't You Glad to Have a Boyfriend Like Me?

PROMPT: SERIAL KILLER

Time Taken: 42 hrs 14 min (on/off)

Program Used: IBis Paint

Word Count: 4133

♥~♥~♥~♥~♥

She beamed as I present to her my gift. An expensive perfume that she saw on a shop five days ago. She is squealing in delight at the second she recognize it.

"Oh my gosh! Thank you, thank you, thank you!!! I can't believe that you manage to buy it~

How could I even return the favor?"

I laugh at how cute she is being right now. Little did she know, I did not even spend a single cent to get it. Wait...no I actually have. Just not mine.

"Don't worry, Giggles. To see your smile is enough for me to say it's worth it."

Nice, that's a smooth one Cuddles. My remark brought a blush on her angelic face. She then pulls me into a hug, something that I expected to get but could still appreciate.

"Aww, this is why I love you my fluffybuns. I'm so glad to have a boyfriend like you!"

I smile as I pat her head. Her wonderful scent wafts in the air as I caress her soft, pink fur. Oh how much I wanted to stay like this forever. However, a ring destroys the moment.

Both of us stop and look at each other. Withdrawing, she apologize and picks up her phone from her shoulder bag. I watch her expression change from bright to neutral and then grim.

"I know I understand...I will be there as soon as I can."

She ended the call.

"Something's wrong?"

She looks at me with guilt in her eyes. I could tell that she wanted to stay a little bit longer but the call has given her a reason not to.

"I am so sorry Cuddles but I have to go. The nurses who are suppose to work right now got into an accident and Lumpy couldn't handle it all by himself at the hospital. I guess I need to start my shift early."

What a bummer. Her shift is supposed to begin five hours from now. Despite feeling unpleasant, I manage to keep my cool.

"Ah don't worry my love. I understand. Just call me when you need a backup."

"Oh Cuddles. The world will be a better place if critters are as understanding as you. See ya later then. I love you!"

She pecks me in my cheek and runs toward the location of a bus stop. I truly adore her. Cupping my hands around my mouth, I shout out my response.

"I love you more!"

She turns around and copies my volume.

"I love you more than anything!"

Oh Giggles, my love for you is so much that I'm willing to do anything for you...

I wave my hand at her as she runs away. I did not stop until she is out of my sight. I sighed and walks away. I guess I have to continue my mission early too.

Pushing the boulder away from a certain spot, I stoop to pull the hidden latch, opening the entry to a bunker.

Jumping down, I swiftly takes my bag full of supplies and a vacuum cleaner. I also wear the "job outfit" that I borrow from a certain friend that must not be named.

After climbing up the ladder carrying my props, I close the hatch and push the boulder back to its original place.

As I stroll towards the house of my next target, I found myself recounting the moments I accomplished my first goal. It was...exhilarating. The adrenaline I got is much more than the one I have while skydiving.

True, I felt remorse and a tiny bit of guilt after doing it but I'd be lying if I say I regret everything. In the end, watching how that pedobear mofo suffers from my own paws is satisfying, and that's all that matters.

Critters tends to underestimate me since I'm just a kid in their eyes. Yeah I admit that I'm immature most of the times, but that doesn't mean I'm incapable of doing serious stuff. I watch enough movies and documentaries to say I know a thing or two with slaying rivals creatively.

It all starts with swaying the prey. Luring him is unsurprisingly not that hard. I just have to send him pictures and epic one liners on his inbox at that stupid dating app and boom! Charmed. He's willing to meet me at a specific, secluded place only me and him know. Never suspecting anything for a bit. He's like a really dumb fish who suddenly bites the bait despite a hook sticking through it!

As the fool arrived at my rented apartment room, he did not see the lover of the girl he always flirts with. Instead, he sees a purple female bunny wearing a cute outfit named Toodles who is infatuated with him. I let him in and offer snacks and tea, which he blindly accepts. As he eat, we talks just as the way we do in our chat.

I remember how he makes that disgusting face at me that he dubbed as his "fierce and flirty look" from time to time.

I am keeping myself from puking at the moment as he leans forward with that breath, asking me for a dance.

Despite feeling unpleasant, I manage to keep my cool. I did not become the best actor in drama club for nothing. I have to convince him that my character is so into him. So I did what I have to do in my script.

I pull him even closer, catching him off guard and making the pathetic asshole blush. This malicious pervert flipping blush! I can't even express my repulsion against this filthy degenerate.

"Maybe I would if you finish your tea~" I muttered in perfect, feminine tone.

Oh I just really smile as I saw that he finally ingested the damn fluid into his system. He, however, thinks it's because I fell in love with him. He drinks the whole cup in one go!

He was extending his hand out to me, about to say something, but found himself unable to do so. Or do anything else at all. His hand trembles before he collapses to the floor. I giggled as he flops like a fish. His mouth is gaping as he try so hard to breathe. He looks up at me with utter confusion in his eyes. Can't talk dirty now that you're paralyzed huh sicko?

"Nothing personal Disco. It's just that I heard that you're really messing around this town. You're pretty famous for being a headache for everyone. Now, let me tell you something. This is for harassing and killing every girl you encountered ~"

I grab the kettle and pour its boiling hot contents on his chest. Oh how euphoric it was to see him writhes in pain. The scent of his burnt flesh fills the room. I was grinning ear to ear as I watch in fascination how the tea spreads all over his fur.

"And this is for assaulting my brother's girlfriend, Giggles~"

I suddenly smashed the kettle on his crotch. He would be wailing in pain at the time if his throat isn't numb. All that came out in his mouth is pitiful gurgles as he pees on the floor. I move and stand besides his ugly face. My entire body is quivering in excitement and rage as I clutch on the shattered kettle tightly.

"And this is for killing her with a fucking kettle you ignorant pimp~"

And with that, I found myself bludgeoning the shittyhead over and over again with a kettle until he resembles a squashed tomato. I keep bashing on his shattered skull even after he stopped twitching. Finally, I stepped on his heart with my heels to satisfy my ears with that squelching flesh. Then, I went to the bathroom to shower the dye away. It takes me four hours to remove the fake color entirely off my fur. Of course, I did not leave without taking his wallet.

It's been three days since the incident and I haven't seen him around, which is a good sign. What I've done is super effective. I think after all that, he wouldn't bother Giggles anymore. Heck, I am confident enough to say that he wouldn't even dare to look at any girl ... hehehe ... look. Something that my next victim couldn't do. That makes everything easier.

I found myself on front of the house I seek. I casually walk towards the doorstep and press the doorbell.

Now I would have skip Mole over since the idiot mistaken Lumpy as Giggles on their blind date. That means, my motivation of killing him is not jealousy if that's what you're thinking. No. It's something deeper than that.

His obliviousness and idiocy is what ticks me off. He killed my precious girl by literally stealing her heart with a freaking stick. Then he just throws it in a filthy thrash bag like it was nothing. Oh how much I wanted to punch him square in the face when I see him pries the door open. But I didn't.

Sounding lanky and awkward, I announced my assumed identity.

"Randell of Happy Tree Cleaners, leaving your homes squeaky clean. Our company is very sorry since we couldn't send Petunia today. However, I am here to take her place. I hope you wouldn't mind, sir."

"Oh. Of course I wouldn't mind at all lad but I think you came pretty early."

Feigning confusion, I responded to him in a shameful tone (which I applaud myself for such a convincing performance).

"Oh I truly am sorry sir. I'm still new to the job and kinda not listening to my superior when she's passing the information over the phone..."

"Ah a newbie. No, don't worry at all. I actually admire you! Working so hard, always ready to face the task at hand as immediately as possible. You're also modest. You remind me of myself back in my younger days..."

Then a long time was wasted for his flashback that I could not see. I really hate delays but I'm not rushing so I let him do his thing.

"Oh silly me. What am I thinking letting you stand outside for so long! Come, enter my humble abode young one."

I thanked him as I went inside. The contents of my shoulder bag clatters against each other for every move I make.

As he leads me to the room he thought I'd bother to clean, I am appreciating the edginess of the vacuum's flexible hose that I'm holding. I am very proud to say I assembled it myself. I have tried it on cows and boy the precision of the cut was just fascinating. I left a clean hole through the chest of the dumb animal.

My eyes are locked on his back as he talks about taking pictures of a case that an evil mouse wanted or something like that. His keys are jiggling as he unlocked the door to his kitchen. He turns around to face me.

"-anyways, here we are in the kitchen, Early Randell. You may begin your "germ extermination," as Petunia put it."

"Oh, only she could do that sir. I have a different method and it's called "trash assassination."

"Really? Sorry to break it to you son, but I believe there's no such thing that's present in this room. There is just dust and dirty dishes."

"Excuse my language sir, but I could see one standing out in the middle of the room."

"Oh my, that must be the apple that I lost a while ago. Could you please take it out?"

"It's my pleasure to do so. After all..."

In a second, I thrusts the vacuum hose on his chest. It delights me how its end easily punctures through his clothes then his flesh. The idiot didn't react at first and only notice what I'm doing when I successfully take his heart out.

"The only thrash I see in this room is you. P.S. I know what you've done to Giggles. I'll come back if you repeat it again..."

He actually tries to escape but oh its just too late.

Resistance is futile after all, no matter how much you struggle old guy.

A few seconds pass before his body finally went limp. I smile as I let go of the vacuum hose.

Whistling the theme song of this town, I grab his filthy organ off of my vacuum. I take a moment to observe how it weakly pulses on my grasp. I find it fascinating that this thing is still beating despite its raptured state.

Then I pick the note I left from and continued whistling. I dump his heart into the thrash bag filled with decomposing materials and feces. If you're wondering where the heck it came from, its hidden inside the vacuum.

Of course I didn't want his heart to rot alone so I let his body join in. It's hilarious that his body would regenerate in there. Imagine respawning covered with shit.

I take out something out of my shoulder bag. Opening his fridge, I start lacing his food with cyanide. The medicines in his cupboard also get the same treatment. A sprinkle for this, a bunch on that and I'm done.

An hour was spent of taking care of the evidence. Cleaning is boring and tiresome but I have to do it. After disassembling the vacuum, disposing my outfit, sanitizing the floor and taking a bath, I went out of the house. I casually dump the garbages in the bin and then I take my leave. Two down, few more to go.

Up next is Flippy. He may seem to be an invincible rival but everyone have Achilles's heel – and I'm about to strike it. Wait, I'm not literally saying my target is the tendon at the back of his foot. The point is I know his weakness and its pathetic.

Currently, I am on my way to the psycho's location. My ears are flattened on the side of my head because of the hood of the black robe I'm wearing. My smiling skull mask is partially obscuring my sight. I am holding a blowgun disguised as a trumpet.

Anyway, for those who don't know what the flipping pants a blowgun is, it's a long narrow tube that shoots out an arrow or dart when someone breathes into it quickly and forcefully. Its content is not a dart though. It's peanuts.

Leaping few minutes forward, I am waiting at the entrance of an alleyway. My clothing blends well in the darkness. Flippy is visiting his psychotherapist and any minute now, he would leave the building and take the path in front of me.

Flippy... he is once my bro. He used to be the man I looked up on since he is serving the military from the age of 15. I thought he was cool but what he have done states he is far from that. We accepted him in our town and boy do I cursed the day that we did.

Turns out he gains an alter ego from the war who is a sadistic, bloodthirsty demon. Giggles and I have suffered hell from his paws. Now, it's payback time.

My thoughts were silenced by a voice whose source I'm too familiar with. As he walks into the desired spot, I blow the trumpet the hardest I possibly could. He screams, obviously surprised. Wasting no time, I push a certain button which allows air to pass through the blowgun. I watch a couple of peanuts shoots straight into his throat at bullet speed. All of this happened in just two seconds.

It seems that he didn't notice what just enter his mouth since he is busy catching up his breath. He looks stupid with his pupils dilated in fear. I toss the trumpet on the ground and run into the alleyway. He follows me, trying to match my speed. Amusingly, his body did not react instantly as I expected. Maybe it's because the number is fewer than the ones he ingested at the party.

"Darn it kid, why did you-"

It's not too long before he falls because of the tripwire I set up earlier. As I hear a dull thud, I turned around and smile.

He is groaning as his lips inflate. Multiple zits appeared on his face. His allergy reaction has rendered him immobile. I take out a knife from my shoulder bag, making sure he didn't see it.

His paws are trembling as he tried to stand. I am towering besides him when his limbs puffs up like a balloon.

"Something's wrong?"

Listening to his whimpers, I could tell how much he is suffering as his body painfully swells. I smirk as I kicked his ass hard, making him squeak in pain.

"You know you deserve it, Flip. If you can't handle the consequences, then you shouldn't have done these..."

As I said that last word, I throw photographs down for him to see. He knows he's to blame for all the mangled corpses in it. In the middle of it all is Giggles with a rose puncturing through her head.

I am overjoyed when I hear him cry. Oh the taste of victory is truly sweet. As time passes, he looks like a balloon animal more than anything. His arms give up since it couldn't support his weight anymore.

He mumbles something that resembles to an apology, which is empty since I've heard him say it countless times.

"You could only pay for your sins with death."

Desperate to live, he tries to drag himself forward, hoping he could move away from me. It's amusing that such an indestructible beast lives inside this wimp. We both know that those stubby fingers never help him in this situation in any way. It only makes him more pathetic.

I then dug my dull knife into his back and watch as his skin bursts. His body contorted as unimaginable pain washed over his body.

"What? You say you want more?"

I poked his shoulder with the tip of my blade and it explodes. The walls are painted by its disgusting contents. It's like I'm playing with a living bubble wrap.

"You like pain right? Don't you enjoy this? Huh? Huh!?"

I found myself caught in a frenzied mood of hacking and slashing. His body is constantly receiving new, multiple wounds. His ugly face is squeezed against the asphalt road. His head is twitching every time I plunge my weapon into his body.

For the final act, I hit the top of his head and zip his skull open, splitting his brain apart.

Panting heavily, I laugh. I've done it! I've defeated the unstoppable force. I stand to observe my work.

I turned around and meet the eyes of a preschooler dropping his lollipop. I could tell that he was about to take my trumpet when he saw something in the darkness moves. I guess my robe is really black. Imagine a floating skull smiling down at you.

He backs away as he saw the blood dripping from my gloves. I wave hi to him and he runs away. Yep, I just scarred a child's life forever. I have a pretty good feeling that he's gonna have nightmares about a skeleton and a trumpet tonight.

Welp, time to dispose this body. Good thing there's an incinerator conveniently placed at the end of this passage.

Dragging Flippy by his foot, I hum the coffin meme tune to myself. He's not that heavy anymore since chunks of his flesh pops like a bubble earlier. Scrapes form on his skin as I pull him.

With a heave and a ho, to the furnace he go. Don't forget the knife and the costume~

I just finished disposing my stuffs when my phone plays that special ringtone. Picking it up from the shoulder bag, I greet my precious Red Ribbon.

"Heya Giggles~ How are you?"

My expression shifts from bright to grim when I hear her weakly whispers that one word.

"Help…"

This was followed by a thunderous crash and a white noise. My heart sank deep into my guts. Running out, I only have one thing in mind – save her before it's too late.

I'm not really paying attention so I collided with someone riding a bike. As my butt hits the ground, I groan.

"Gah! What are you thinking running into me like that- Cuddles?"

Looking up, it's my best friend, Toothy. As he help me stand up, I quickly steal his ride.

"What in the-"

"Sorry Toots! Emergency, I'll return it later."

Huffing and puffing, I pedal like my life depends on it. Cars are beeping as I zoom by them. I've taken sharp turns and gave heart attacks to crossing pedestrians. I didn't even bother to stop when the traffic light is red. The only thing I care about right now is to get to the hospital as soon as possible.

Smoke is rising from the horizon. It didn't take long before the building came into my view. My heart skips a beat as I see its remnants. My blood runs cold as a thought of her crushed body appears in my head.

I am preventing the tears that is burning my eyes to fall. I hop off the bicycle and run closer. I keep telling myself that I'm not yet late.

Broken glasses are scattered around. Shattered walls are laying against each other. I found an opening and force myself to fit through it. As I successfully did, I start searching for any sign of her.

I am frantically shaking the doorknobs when I heard her voice screaming for help. It sounds faint, which means she's far from were I'm at, but at least I know her direction.

I crawl under a fallen pillar then run to a door I haven't check. As I press my head against it, I hear her whimpering. I started to charge myself against it, my new attempts stronger than the last one.

Hang in there, Giggles...

Out of nowhere, something crash which makes the earth trembles. I press my ears against the door again. She's not making any sound anymore.

This prompts me to try harder. Adrenaline is coursing through my veins as I imagined the worst possible scenario. The door slammed open with the force I've applied. I can't help but stumble forward a little bit after that. There she was, six feet from where I am. I could not believe my eyes for what I'm currently seeing.

The Golden Idol is laying on the floor, crushed into dust. The crying face of my love is kissing the guy I assume is responsible for the damage of the cursed figure. A sun ray, originating from a huge hole at the ceiling, illuminates the spot where the two are standing. Her hands are around his shoulder. Giggles withdraw and mouthed the words "Thank You" to Splendid.

My whole body is trembling in rage. When did we kissed like that? Oh right! When we're fucking dead. I clutch something from my shoulder bag. I coughed loudly, announcing my presence.

The two turn to my direction. She gasp. She's saying words but I could not understand them. A plain smile is painted on my face as I quickly walks towards them. I brush pass the girl who turns me crazy in love.

Splendid chuckles and spreads his arms, expecting a hug. That's exactly what I give him...with an extra stab on his chest with my kryptonut dagger.

He's lucky because I'm not gonna do what I have in mind for him. He kneels and screams as his body quickly degrades. I snap to Giggles with a huge smile on my face...

The grasses sway with the wind. The view of the sunset in this spot is truly romantic. I sigh as I look into her eyes.

"I'm so glad that you could understand me, Giggles. I've only done all of that because of you. Now, nobody would ever bother you and we can stay like this forever~"

I smile as I pat her head. Her wonderful scent wafts in the air as I caress her soft, pink fur. Oh how much I adore her cute face.

"I know you didn't expect me to forgive you after what you've done. That's just how much I love you. I will do anything and everything just to make you smile."

I touch the spot at the end of her lips and help her to smile. After all, she couldn't done that all by herself in this state. I smiled as I remember what she said to me this morning.

"Aren't you glad to have a boyfriend like me?"

♥~♥~♥~♥~♥

Since I turned Cuddles into a killer, does this story counts as a creepypasta?

Writing this is a doozy so I hope you like it the same way that I make it. Write your thoughts down the comments!

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neoandersons · 7 years

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Crave || Patrick Hockstetter

I apologize for any grammar, punctuation, and spelling errors.

Warnings: NSFWish (not really).

It was the ending of winter break, and for the dismay of all the children and teens in Derry, they had to return to school. [Name] felt jittery, gazing at her appearance in the mirror – she looked different. The whole winter break, she was out of state, spending time with family in California. In those three weeks of vacation, it was safe to say [Name] had drastically changed.

Her cousin, Stacy, figured it was a good time for [Name] to ditch the conservative and shabby clothes, and try an outfit more risqué…trendier. At first, [Name] felt a bit against the concept of change. I mean, what’s wrong with how she is now? It took a bit more convince from Stacy, who simply exclaim in persuasion, “Come on. [Name]! Pull an Allison Reynolds, get a makeover, and drop the tile of a basket case!”

[Name] eventually gave in, and in that moment, a rebirth began. In that vacation alone, [Name] transformed her appearance. The truth is, she wasn’t ugly – never was – just not noticeable. Since forever, she blended in with the crowds, and stayed with a small group of friends. Unlike some of her peers, life in Derry wasn’t all too bad.

But if would be a lie if [Name] said she never craved the attention. She wondered how it was to have people care what she does or care about her in general. So, Stacy proposition began to sound more appealing the more [Name] thought about it. Stacy did the whole ten yards, bringing [Name] to the mall for a new wardrobe, teaching her how to use makeup, how to do her hair, etc.

It was a lot of work, but Stacy simply muttered, “Beauty is a pain in the ass.”

But now [Name] was back in Derry, Maine, and school was back in session. [Name] wore a polka-dotted navy blue dress, which hugged and defined her curves. Her hair was curled, and a white hairband was placed in her hair. [Name] sighed, scrutinizing her makeup one last time. Was she ready for this? What if no one notices her drastic changes, was this all for nothing?

[Name] shoves any apprehensive thoughts to the back of her head. She picked up her backpack, and headed downstairs as her chunky Mary Jane heels thumped with each step.

As the day progressed, [Name] was astonished that Stacy was right. People did notice her, complimented her, in fact, even Greta had complimented her! [Name] wasn’t sure if the girl was being genuine or not, but she still appreciated the sentiment. [Name] was basking in the warmth of the attention, that she never realized the cons of being noticeable.

It wasn’t until later, closer towards the end of the day, did she have her first encounter with the Bowers gang. To be honest, they had frightened her. Then again, who didn’t they instill fear into?

It began with the catcalls that ooze throughout the halls as she passed by the group of boys. [Name] frowned, feeling a shiver of disgust crawl up her spine as she briskly hurried to her sixth period. Those boys were bad but nothing had freaked her out more than Patrick Hockstetter’s lecherous expression and debauched hand gestures.

Patrick made her feel all sorts of feelings, and she wasn’t too sure how to pinpoint each feeling. It was even worst because the lanky boy shared the same sixth period – chemistry – with her. Most of the time, he never bothered showing up. He found more interest in terrorizing the young, unless there was cool lab involving the Bunsen Burners or a variety of chemicals.

When she arrived to class, she sighed in relief, noticing her table was empty. [Name] wasn’t too sure where her other seatmates were at but she was glad Patrick decided to ditch another lesson of Chemistry. She sat on the stool, pulling her materials out of her backpack as the shrill noise of the bell boomed through the halls.

Mr. Carpenter began discussing molarity, and [Name] quickly jotted down notes as her teacher wrote on the chalkboard. Her sense of comfort was simply an illusion, which fractured and broke as soon as Patrick sauntered in with a shit-eating grin.

Mr. Carpenter began to scold the lanky boy, who simply shrugged it off, ignoring the man as he headed towards [Name]. [Name] felt anxious, and her palms began to feel clammy as she tried to ignore the tall teen.

The stool next to [Name] was pulled out, and the spindly boy sat besides her. [Name] tried her hardest to ignore the eyes that were boring into her but it just made her feel more edgy. She wasn’t too sure what to expect from Patrick, but she was startled when she felt a large hand on her knee.

She threw a panicked glance at Patrick, who continued to look so smug, and [Name] wish she could punch the look off his face if she had the strength. Even with her alarmed stare, he doesn’t stop, instead Patrick inches his hand up higher, going under her dress and giving her upper thigh a tight squeeze.

“P-Patrick…” [Name] stutters out, her eyes wide like a doe, and her eyes held innocence that Patrick wanted to devour.

He simply hummed before jibing, “Pay attention, [Name]. You don’t want that old fart to notice, do you?”

Before [Name] could question him, she felt his index finger graze her underwear, and nearly yelped in surprise.

Patrick tsked at [Name], muttering into her ear, “You really don’t know how to listen, huh? I might have to punish you. Be quiet.”

[Name] was consumed by shock, fear, and excitement. She’s never had this kind of attention, especially not from a boy before. Even if Patrick gave her the absolute creeps, [Name] nodded to his command, turning back to the lesson.

She felt warm, almost to the point where the room became too hot, and she would drift in and out of focus. Patrick continued rubbing soft circles against the fabric of the meek girl’s panties. [Name] gripped her pencil, trying not to release a loud moan.

“You’re doing so good, [Name].” Patrick whispers into her hear, which makes the girl shudder in delight. She always loved being praised, even if it was by someone as filthy as Patrick.

It was shocking to see Mr. Carpenter not notice the illicit scene occurring towards the back of classroom. [Name] decides she’s grateful, as she barely holds on the flimsy thread of control.

Patrick begins to nip the girl’s neck, leaving small hickies on the side of her neck. He was marking her as his, and the whole school would know by the time the bell rings.

“I can’t to see you squirming under me, and moaning my name. I bet you’d look fantastic under me.” Patrick murmurs to her, smirking as he notices the girl drop her pencil against her notebook.

Her control was withering fast, if she failed, he’d have to punish her. Not that he minds anyways.

Patrick was ready to slide the girl’s panties to side, but the shrill bell rings once again. [Name] was so focused on making sure the class didn’t notice anything, time had passed by, and school was over.

Patrick withdraws his hand from under girl’s skirt; “I can’t wait to taste you, princess. Hurry up, and pack your stuff – we aren’t done yet.”

[Name] hadn’t intended to catch Patrick Hockstetter’s attention out of all people, considering how vile he is. But now? She doesn’t mind too much anymore, after all, she craves attention.

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jae-bummer · 7 years

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Always Watching (Vampire!AU)

Request: CAN I REQUEST NUMBER 10 FOR HYUNGWON CAUSE HE HASNT GOTTEN ANY LOVE ❤️❤️❤️ YOURE MY FAVE 😘😘

10) “I’ll never be able to erase that image from my mind.”

Member: Monsta X’s Hyungwon x Y/N x (ft. Kihyun)

Type: fluff

Hyungwon swung his feet over the side of the building happily, taking in the city scape as the night air sent electricity pumping over his skin. It was a beautiful night by his standards; slightly chilly with a light drizzle peppering the air. He shook out his mildly damp bangs and grinned happily to himself. Yes, this evening’s hunt would be successful. He was sure of it.

Breathing in deeply, the scent he had associated with everything decidedly you, filled his nostrils. He looked lazily down to the alley below and cocked his brow.

“Right on schedule,” he chuckled.

His ears immediately perked up at the sound of your sneakers hitting the pavement. Being blessed with superhuman hearing meant that he knew you were exactly three blocks away from him and approaching. What his gift also told him was that your pace was quicker than usual.

He furrowed his brows as he leaned over, taking up a crouching position on the rooftop instead of his normally at leisure stance. His lips curled into a snarl as the wind shifted, pushing a smell that was very much not you into his nose.

“Garbage,” he muttered, shaking his head.

This would complicate things a bit.

Granted, you weren’t his target hunt for the evening, no, simply a precursor to the terrible events he had to participate in. For being a vampire, Hyungwon had a surprisingly soft spot for humans. He considered them to be a science experiment of sorts. He didn’t want to kill them anymore than they actually wanted to be killed, so more often than not, he would prey on the weak or those begging to be put out of their misery.

And he would never dine without permission. He considered anything else to be barbaric and rude.

So if you weren’t his hunt, why was he waiting for you to walk by? Simple. You were the favorite part of his nightly routine. You brought an odd sense of normalcy to his supernatural existence. Taking the same path home every day, near his favorite hunting ground, you walked the same pace, and almost always listened to the same song on your phone. He felt a sense of peace as you entered your apartment building and locked the door behind you.

He was fulfilling his small duty to keep mankind safe while simultaneously destroying it.

Hyungwon groaned to himself as he stood up, his old bones noting no signs of age. He crossed his arms and clucked in annoyance as your steps grew closer, each smacking the pavement quicker than the one before. You were nervous. He could smell your fear.

Quickly followed by the stink of rotting flesh.

Vampires could usually hide themselves amongst humans well, but in the presence of other vampires, it was undeniable. They smelled like they had been decaying for years. And many of them had.

They were left to live the unfair truth with one another.

Hyungwon closed his eyes as the realization hit him like a truck.

You were being hunted.

And it pissed. him. off.

“Monsters,” he grumbled, taking a short step off of the ledge of the building. He fell like a stone to the passage beneath him, landing effortlessly on his expensive loafers. “Can’t even prey on someone at the end of their life, but they pick someone so full of energy? Savages...”

Hyungwon cracked his knuckles as he walked, his stride a bit quicker than his normal stroll. If he had the capability to sweat, he would have been. He wouldn’t admit it, but he was edgy.

In a few short moments, he had emerged from the path he was lurking down, and nearly slammed face-first into you. His thoughts pounded louder in his ears than his ability to hear your movements.

“Watch where you’re going,” you nearly shouted, admittedly getting frightened by the man who emerged from the alley beside you. You shot him a dirty look, only to retract it once you made eye contact with him. He was gorgeous.

He furrowed his brow as he returned your gaze, his mouth slightly ajar as if he were about to speak, but lost his words.

You shook your head, looking carefully over your shoulder. Surely, he wasn’t the one you had felt watching you for the past two blocks?

No, that someone was still following you...and you felt as if they still were, pausing in the nearby shadows.

“I’m sorry, do I know you?” you asked quietly, biting your lip. You were only a block or so away from your apartment and you had been longing for the safety of a locked door.

He shook his head blankly, closing and reopening his mouth again.

You were probably the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. The most raw, human, he had ever seen. He winced as he continued to stare at you, words constantly failing him.

“Yeah Hyungwonnie, doesn’t she knoooow you?” a sickeningly sweet voice cackled from the shadows. Hyungwon closed his eyes as he took a deep breath, popping his knuckles again.

“No, but she doesn’t know you either,” Hyungwon growled. “Keep walking, Kihyun.”

“See, I wish I could,” the voice sighed, dropping back to it’s normal octave. You tried to stifle a gasp as an equally as good looking boy emerged from the shadow of an unlit streetlight. “But I was going to grab some take out. Want to join?”

“You know my taste is a bit different than yours,” Hyungwon sighed, taking a sidestep to block you from Kihyun’s view. You remained silent as you peered over the lanky man’s shoulder, unsure of what was happening.

“Right, right,” Kihyun laughed. “You like the cheap takeout. I prefer the...” He leaned over, sizing you up before looking back at Hyungwon. “Five star meal.”

“I really don’t want to do this with you,” Hyungwon sighed.

“Then don’t, get back to your perch,” Kihyun hummed. “I’ll handle my business down here.”

“I can’t let you do that,” Hyungwon grumbled. He crossed his arms and leveled the shorter man with a glare. “Now, I’m asking nicely. Next time I won’t-”

“What, you won’t be so kind?” Kihyun cackled. “Just because you have a little crush-”

“Wait, I’m confused,” you sighed, stepping out from Hyungwon’s nonhuman wall. “Who are you two? And what is this about? I really don’t want to get brought into the middle-”

“Aish, humans are so foolish,” Kihyun whined, stomping around. “So self absorbed, thinking their lives actually mean something.”

Hyungwon scoffed, stepping in front of you again. You were growing weary of his odd attempts at protecting you from the seemingly nonthreatening man. “Like you weren’t one only a few short months ago.”

Almost as quickly as you had blinked, Kihyun had crossed the short expanse of sidewalk separating himself from you and Hyungwon. He gripped the taller boy by the throat, his face only inches away. Hyungwon’s cold hands reached back shakily, gripping at your coat. You heart beat shook your eardrums as you watched, panic setting deep in your stomach.

“Don’t worry, doll,” Kihyun hissed. “I’ll be around when you aren’t. A man’s gotta eat sometime.”

And for as swiftly as Kihyun had appeared, he had disappeared once again, leaving you confused and out of breath. Hyungwon stumbled, no longer in the grasp of his shorter comrade. He leaned against the brick of a nearby building and coughed, rubbing at his throat where Kihyun had originally grasped.

You stared at him, uncertain of what to say. Your eyes grew wide as you remained cemented in your spot. He pushed himself from the wall and let out a light groan, beginning to pace back and forth on the short expanse of sidewalk. “Wonderful, just great. And now if I really want to keep you alive, I’m going to have to keep an eye on you. Granted I was keeping an eye on you before...but that was only a ten minute walk until I knew you were behind brick and mortar. Now what am I supposed to do? When will I get the chance to hunt? I’ll have to put deadbolts on your door. I guess I could go a few days in between feedings...but then I won’t be strong enough in case that incubus decides to...damnit, why did I pick this spot? Why me?”

“I...um...I have no idea what is happening,” you said slowly. “So if you could give me like...a two sentence description of who you are...of what you are...I would be most appreciative.”

Hyungwon looked up at you, his face disbelieving of the words that had interrupted his diatribe. “What...what am I?”

You nodded briefly, scared to mention anything more.

Hyungwon shook his head, chuckling bitterly to himself. “Right.”

With another blink, the handsome boy had disappeared, vanishing from your sight as if he never existed at all. You spun in place, repeatedly sending glances over your shoulder. Shaking your head, you took a deep breath, and allowed yourself a few nervous steps forward.

What the hell had just happened?

It had been weeks since your initial interaction with the strange Hyungwon, and the even stranger Kihyun, but you still felt as if something was following you.

Your ten minute walk home from work every evening turned into four minutes as you all but ran across the pavement, only feeling safe once you were hidden behind the locked doors of your apartment.

You had become much more paranoid in your every day activities as well, insisting that you would catch things out of the corner of your eye, but only confirming there was nothing with a second look. You had grown used to shouting out a nervous “Hello?” in most situations when you should be alone, half expecting for one of the odd boys you had met that night to appear out of thin air just as they had vanished...

“I’m going insane,” you murmured, after another long shift at the bookstore. You took the steps to the front of your apartment complex by two’s and locked the door behind you almost as soon as you had it unlocked. You set your things down and were greeted by the peaceful silence only the safety of your home could provide.

But you still felt the unmistakable feeling of someone watching you.

You continued your motions, heating up a quick dinner, and getting yourself ready for bed. Just as you began to feel some sort of normalcy, you found yourself at your bathroom counter, feeling odd again. You brushed your teeth tentatively, unsure if you should continue something so small, yet so personal as someone watched.

“Alright,” you spat, slamming the tooth brush into the sink. “I’m feeling a little crazy, so if you’re going to kill me, just do it.”

You looked down at the sink, gripping the counter top on either side of the running water. “I’m really going crazy...” You whispered.

“Crazy is relative,” a deep voice rumbled behind you.

Your eyes flew open as you looked up toward the mirror. Catching your own look of terror, you screeched, and spun around on your heel. Just as your eyes met Hyungwon’s, you began to slip, crashing toward the floor.

His movements were quick and elegant as he leaped toward you, his cold hands finding a spot beneath your arms to cradle you. He eased you down to the tile, realizing your legs were probably too weak to allow you to stand. He slumped slowly to the floor beside you and landed with a plop.

“What are you...how did you?” you croaked, your eyes searching his face.

“So...” Hyungwon trailed, looking anywhere but at you. He took a deep breath before stringing together a long sentence. “So maybe I’m a vampire - but not like with the “bleh, bleh, i vill suck your vlood” trope because that’s tacky and overplayed, but technically yes, I drink blood to survive, but not any blood, usually people who are dying or want to be dead anyhow because really it’s just common courtesy. And I’ve been watching you, not like stalking, but just kind of keeping an eye on you while you walk home because you seem nice and I haven’t seen you ever match plaids with polka dots, and that’s admirable, but really you’re kind of cute, but aish, so I have been keeping an eye on you and I saw Kihyun following you and I knew I had to protect you. He’s a bad guy, where as I suppose I’m the good guy, but he will seriously eat you if you don’t start being more careful, so I had to start like REALLY following you to make sure you’re alright, and that’s why I’m here on your bathroom floor explaining to you that I...Hyungwon...am in fact a vampire.”

You blinked heavily, uncertain of how to respond.

Hyungwon rolled his eyes before standing, pulling you up as well. He let out an exasperated sigh before motioning to the mirror.

Your eyes grew in size as you stared at your reflections.

Or rather, Hyungwon’s lack of one.

A pair of pants and a button down were seemingly floating in air as you continued to stare, but still noted Hyungwon in your periferals. You looked back at him, not allowing a filter over your thoughts as you stuttered, “so...so like...what happens when your naked?”

He took a deep breath, pinching the bridge of his nose before he could respond. “I’m not the damn invisible man when my clothes come off, Y/N. Just my reflection. I will still be very, very naked.”

You chuckled to yourself, feeling your face grow hot with embaressment. You motioned to the mirror, incapable of turning back to it. “You know, I’ll never be able to erase that image from my mind.”

“To be fair, it’s not much of an image really,” Hyungwon laughed. “More like a lack of one.”

“Not to be...you know, rude, but um...what happens now?” you asked slowly, cocking your eyebrow.

Hyungwon crossed his arms, leaning against the counter before you. A tilted smirk found his lips. “Well, I guess a lot of this? If you don’t like me watching you, you’ll have to get used to having me around...unless you want to be, you know, devoured?”

You looked up at Hyungwon in horror, causing him to chuckle again.

“You got any O-negative around this place?...Or I mean, cable and a pull-out couch will do.”

comments: thanks to @novaurora13 for talking this through with me. also sorry this became a vampire au. i went to a halloween store today and things went quickly downhill.

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