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beerecordings · 11 months

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have you ever made like. a mbc summary? if not could you? i wasn’t around when the blog was going through it’s main story and there’s just soo much content😭which is a compliment! but i can never seem to find the time to just sit and read. i love it all so far! hope you’re having fun with the event! (btw if you don’t wanna make a summery ofc you don’t have to💖)

oh gosh, yes, I think I've had summaries for every chapter. but now it's hard to find them because tumblr, sigh.

I am having fun with the event! thanks. there's no pressure to read the whole of MBC, I know it's long af and it was definitely made to be read in-time whenever possible.

okay, I can make a full summary! I like to talk about it anyway and I'm glad you're a fan. it will be good to have one available. but I'm going to do this off the top of my head, okay? and it's more than a million words of content, so....

Chapter One

Anti lives in a house with Dapper, Red, and Dok and Trickshot, the twins. One day he brings someone home, battered and unwilling, someone he calls Blue. He says that Blue will be Red's twin like Dok and Trickshot are twins. Twins help each other make good choices - like obeying Anti.

Dapper is Anti's twin in a sense, but he's also never his equal. He lives in the attic and isn't allowed to see his siblings. Dapper's mind is scrambled some days, making him talk about things that have already happened, but on other days, he's completely aware that he is a brainwashed prisoner who can't escape. He's Anti's favorite.

Anti begins brainwashing Marvin too. He uses physical force, but mostly he relies on his powers of hypnotism and memory erasure. He starts to tear away everything that makes Marvin himself, and turn him into Blue.

Marvin is a magician with control over plant life and fire. JJ has time powers, but he can't use them without Anti noticing, because his eyes glow silver after he reverses time, and his magic has a strong, distinctive smell, like blood and old books. During a psychotic episode, JJ once "snapped" and placed them all in a timeline where Jack does not know who the egos are. Anti is not aware of this, but JJ tells the audience eventually. This means that in the canon of MBC, Jack does not have egos on his channel and would not know what their names meant if you said them to him. Dapper removed them all from Jack's timeline to protect Jack from Anti.

Trickshot is the guard for the family, usually armed with fancy guns Anti gets him, and Dok is, of course, the healer. They do not trust Red because he has forced them into compliance before, and Dapper is Anti's pet - they only trust each other. Dok occasionally goes into fugues where he dissociates for days at a time or lashes out at people around him, and Trick continues to struggle with depression and memories of a pair of children he can no longer recall the names of.

Anti is extremely controlling and commanding. Everyone in the house obeys him or is punished. He enlists Red to help keep the others in line. Red is sometimes allowed to manage food and money and supplies, but he's also required to force the others to behave, no matter what he has to do. He rationalizes this by saying that it's better for him to punish the others than for Anti to do so.

At the end of the chapter, Marvin is able to find a moment of clarity and escape the house, but he can't get away with the others. Anti chases him down to the beach. Marvin has the opportunity to escape, but he feels intense guilt over leaving the others behind. Anti tells him that if he stays, Anti will allow Blue to be a caretaker for the others. He promises he will wash away all of Marvin's memories and make Blue forget he was ever anything other than his loyal brother. Marvin finally agrees to become Blue to stay with his brothers and try to protect them, and maybe one day escape.

Chapter Two

Anti has lived in different countries with the brothers as he has hidden from authority figures and captured the others one by one. Now, he takes them to Peru, where he begins pursuing a strange book and talking about hiding Blue's magic. Blue is not allowed to cast magic here, which hurts his hands and makes him more and more unwell as the chapter progresses.

At the beginning of the chapter, Trick is separated from Dok and placed with Dapper instead because Trick attempted suicide and Anti blames Dok for not watching him closely enough. Trick is miserable away from his twin, and they're only reunited when they prove they can behave again. Dapper starts acting out too, rebelling and refusing to do what he's told, and Anti punishes him severely.

One day a group of beings with magical powers start following Red and the others home from the market. They're barely able to get away from the magicians, who believe that Red, Blue, Trick, and Dok are being held prisoner by a demon, either Anti or Dapper. These magicians turn out to be part of the Peruvian Magical Society. They call themselves Ravens.

Anti kidnaps a Raven named Genesis to punish the society for coming after him. He also sends Red out to kill a Raven and steal an ancient magical book from him.

Things become really dark after Red is forced to kill the Raven. He's morbidly depressed and abusing the others to keep them in line. Meanwhile Blue is at his breaking point with his magic building up and burning him from the inside. The others just try to make themselves scarce. Blue eventually has an explosion of magic which covers the barren Peruvian mountain where they've been hiding in the slums with plant life and vegetation. Anti knows this will draw the Ravens right to them, so he packs everyone up and starts driving them up towards the equator.

The equator is a powerful source of magic in this universe. While there, Anti begins a spell that will permanently steal Blue's magic and give it to Anti instead, not only making him more powerful, but also cloaking Blue's magical signature so other magicians stop coming after them. The Ravens and their neighboring magical societies converge on Anti as he's performing this spell, however, and it forces everyone to scatter. A forest fire starts and they can't get back to each other. Red and Dapper are forced to flee together, while Dok is restrained by the magicians. Anti is able to complete his spell, but it very nearly kills Blue, and leaves Anti overwhelmed by magical power. If it weren't for one of the Ravens, Hermann, Blue would have died. Anti, Trick, and Blue escape together.

Trick is also given a gold cat named Pot Noodle in this chapter. Anti seemed to think it would improve his depression. It's unexpected, however, because Anti hates animals and sometimes seems to be frightened of them. He is a shape-shifter and sometimes makes allusions to how terrible it would be to be trapped in the body of an animal forever.

Chapter Three

In this chapter, everyone is separated. Anti, Trick, and Blue have gone to Singapore, where Blue is hospitalized following the spell Anti cast on him. His magic is gone and his hair has turned silver, but he's also extremely sick and remarks on how ugly he looks and how miserable he feels. Trick does his best to take care of him, while also developing a crush on a girl at a hawker stand.

During this time, Anti is missing Dapper and starts treating Trick like his favorite pet instead. Trick has always craved Anti's attention and is really pleased about this. He isn't able to understand that Anti is the one who hurt Blue, but Blue does, and he hates Anti for it. Marvin starts regaining some clarity, but Trick is being further taken in by Anti's tricks and thinks that everything will be fine as soon as they are all back together again. Anti even abuses Trick for bringing his crush around one day, and then makes Trick forget that Anti hurt him. Blue feels completely helpless.

Enraged that the magicians in South America foiled his plans and took the others from him, Anti attacks the magical society of Singapore, the Sunbirds, and lays waste to their members, allowing the viewers to come along so they don't get any bright ideas about reaching out to magicians again. However, he has missed the Sunbird Prince, Caleb, who was innocently away at university when Anti attacked. When Caleb comes back, he tracks Anti down at the house and attacks him. Because Caleb has magical powers of electricity, he's actually a match for Anti, and it starts to seem like he's going to win. However, Anti is able to get away at the last minute and sets the house on fire.

After this event, the idea that Anti can't be killed except through Jack's storyline begins to come together, to be clarified later.

Meanwhile, Red and Dapper have fled to Colombia and are having an extremely difficult time. Dapper does not have his medication and is having psychotic episodes, including delusions, hallucinations, and catatonia. Red is desperate to find Anti again, but they are broke and hungry and homeless, and he is struggling to remember how to manage Dapper kindly. He has learned for a long time that he's supposed to use abuse and threats to keep his siblings from causing trouble, and he can be forceful and demanding with Dapper at the beginning of this chapter. He's in the middle of trying to steal medication for Dapper when someone finds him.

Red has no memory of his life before Anti took him over, but somehow the face of the man who finds him is still familiar. Red has learned to be extremely paranoid of anyone outside his family, but this man is kind to him and calls him "Jackie," a name he hasn't heard in a long time. Gradually, Red starts to allow the stranger to help him, buying things for him and Dapper and letting him talk to them. He introduces himself as Max, an old friend from Brighton who has been looking for Jackie and the others for years. Max seems to know Jackie really well and to be fond of him, as well as promising to help protect Dapper, and Red starts to let his guard down around him. He thinks of Max as a tiger because he has brown-gold eyes and mannerisms that remind Red of one. One night, they lie down together and listen to music on the bed. Red presses Max to be honest about their relationship and Max admits that he and Jackie were in love back before Anti took him away. Anti had killed most of their friends back home, but Max was away on an undercover assignment as a detective, so Anti was never able to locate and kill him. Max came home from his undercover assignment to find that Jackie and all his siblings were completely gone, their home burned down and many of their friends killed. He began searching desperately for Jackie. He tells Red he still loves him and that he wants Red to come home with him.

During this time, Red is able to recognize how poorly Anti treats him because Max treats him so kindly. Red does want to go with Max, but he's scared of what Anti will do to the others without him.

Back in Peru, Dok is being held by the Raven magicians. He's furious at first and demands to be sent back to Anti and his brothers, but the Ravens won't let him go. They help take care of Dok and become friends with him. Over the whole of this chapter, Dok gradually comes to terms with the abuse he's been through. He recognizes that he wants to be free of Anti and that Anti is using magic to force them all to stay with him. He begins to go by Henrik again and makes plans to try and free his siblings. To help, the Ravens give him three magic talismans, which he can wear around his neck and snap off when he needs the magic. Anti will not be able to remove these because they will release the magic if he does anything to try and yank them off. Three different magicians all give Henrik some of their power to borrow. One is for simple protection, to prevent Anti from hypnotizing him or getting in his head again. The second will briefly turn someone into an animal, but the magician could not predict what animal it would be. And the third was from the Raven Queen, Emmanuela, who has power over light. She tells Henrik to use this talisman or give it to one of his brothers the day he is ready to watch Anti die.

Red, Dapper, and Max make their way back to Peru, and Henrik sets off to meet them, hoping to get away with them before Anti finds them. Anti, however, has finally stabilized. After weeks of his body adapting to the magic he stole from Blue, he realizes that if he just possesses Blue, he will be able to control both their magics, and he returns to Peru to get what's his. Anti regathers Dapper and Henrik, furious to find Dapper more distant than ever and Henrik empowered by magicians, but Red is able to sneak away with Max. When Anti realizes that Max is here, he rages that he meant to kill Jackie's fiance years ago. Red does not know that Max was engaged to him once.

Max begs Red to come home with him and not go back to Anti, telling him they could take care of each other, prepare, and go save the others when they're ready. But Red isn't ready to leave. He knocks Max unconscious to keep him safe from Anti, and returns to Anti willingly, on one condition: he'll come back to Anti peacefully if Anti agrees not to erase the memory of Max from his head. Anti begrudgingly agrees.

Dapper is overwhelmed at this point, consumed by his despair and in the middle of an intense psychotic episode. He slips away from Anti during the commotion and finds a cliff he can jump off to end his life. Anti, Trick, Henrik, Red, and Blue all have to get along long enough to help pull him back up before he can let himself fall. Everyone comforts Dapper and each other.

Anti sees some of reality at that point. He understands that he can't just keep re-hypnotizing and then losing and then re-hypnotizing all over again. He acknowledges that five other people is almost too many for him to control at once, and speculates that Jack made five just so that there would always be too many for him to control.

Henrik and Blue are able to whisper to each other enough to recognize that they both want to be free of Anti, promising to be on the same side and fight him together. Henrik's talisman of protection will only last a little more than a month, so they have to escape before Anti is able to get inside his head again. Red also begins to look for a way out, while Anti re-tightens his control over Trick and Dapper. He's grown attached to Trick's loyalty and he refuses to lose Dapper, because Dapper's power to reverse time makes him feel immortal, and he's terrified to die.

At the end of this chapter, it's clear that there will only be one more attempt at making this work before Anti decides to do something different, or the brothers get away for good.

Chapter Four

After everything that happened in the last chapter, Anti is finally willing to get help. He alludes to an old friend he is going to go reconnect with, and he takes the brothers to the nicest place they've ever stayed, a far cry from the slums and abandoned houses they've lived in before. Anti forces Dapper to kill a wealthy recluse and they take over a veritable mansion in the California forest.

Anti is still treating Trick like his special favorite, but he begins to be extremely harsh with both Henrik and Blue, sensing their disloyalty. Sometimes, Dapper is forced to reverse time to prevent them from being punished by Anti, and then Dapper is punished instead, for using his time magic without permission. Meanwhile, Red is miserable and lost in thoughts of Max, often spacing out while thinking about him.

One night, a strange figure comes to the edge of their territory, which Red knows he is not allowed to leave, looking like Max and beckoning for Red. Red nearly goes to him, but he realizes last minute that it's a trap. The figure shape-shifts and reveals themself to be Dark, the old friend Anti has come to find. Dark expresses an interest in Dapper's magical powers and threatens to abduct any of the brothers who leave the house and cross into their territory. The others are scared, but Anti's delighted: he insists this is the sort of game he and Dark always used to play. Anti alludes to himself and Dark having a romantic but dangerous relationship, where toying with the lives of others was par for the course.

Dapper's furious with Anti for bringing him back to Dark. Dark, Dapper explains to the audience, has powers over emotions and the heart, where Anti has powers over thoughts and the mind. Together, they were able to control Dapper completely and made him devoted to Anti in heart and mind. It took him years to recover in any way, and he's terrified of Anti using Dark to do the same to the others. Worse, however, Dapper realizes that Anti is mistaken: Dark is not playing games because they do not remember who Anti is. When Dapper snapped the timeline and removed them all from Jack's timeline, he also removed them all from Mark's timeline, and in doing so, damaged the memory of Mark's egos. Dark has no idea who Anti is, while Anti thinks they're playing and that Dark won't really hurt them. Dapper tries to finally come clean about what he did, but Anti doesn't believe him and thinks he's delusional. The idea that Jack would not even know who Anti is is completely incomprehensible to him. He's shaped his whole life around vengeance on Jack, did all of this to hurt him and make himself feel safe from him. Anti dismisses Dapper's concerns.

In the fancy house, the bathroom is full of soaps and nice-smelling things, a small detail that becomes crucial when Dapper realizes that he can hide the scent of his time travel magic when he's in the bathroom. Eventually, he is able to secretly go back in time with Red and talk with Jack himself, in the original timeline where Jack knows who they are. Red is angry at Jack for what he has allowed to happen. Jack insists that he made them all for happy endings, and that, while he can't control what Anti does, he knows it is possible to kill him. In fact, Jack reveals to Red and the audience that the only way for Anti to die is to be killed by one of his brothers, on camera for the audience to see. Because Anti was created within Jack's timeline and through the power of Jack's audience, Anti has to go the same way. He has to be killed by another character in his story, and the audience must believe it. Red is still scared to kill Anti and wonders if that's too extreme.

Meanwhile, Henrik begins trying to approach the topic of escape with his twin, but Trick won't hear of it and insists that Henrik was brainwashed by the magicians. Henrik assumes Trick does not know how badly Anti is hurting him, but one day, Henrik realizes that Trick does know, and just believes that Anti has to be occasionally cruel to make things right again. This drives a huge gap between them. Henrik begs Trick to see reason, but Trick is being hypnotized by Anti almost every night.

Between the frequent possession Anti is putting him through and his continuing illness from the loss of his magic, Blue is beginning to get really sick again. Eventually, it becomes so bad that Red resolves to take him to the hospital, even if they have to run away to do it. Henrik is being so severely hurt by Anti that he runs away with them. Once they're on the path, however, Dark senses that Anti's defenses are down, and they send Shepherd, Google, and Wilford to get Dapper for him. Dapper is abducted and Anti is shocked and hurt by Dark's actions. With only Trick left, Anti feels desperately alone.

At the houses of Mark's egos, Dapper is treated kindly by Shep and Ippy, but he is scared of Dark, who tries to convince him to let them use his time powers. The suggestion in the story is that Dark is interested in returning in time to change the events of their own story, like Damien and Celine being killed and taken by the house spirit. Dapper refuses.

The time in the hospital allows Red to become more clear-headed than before, and gives him time to conspire with Blue and Henrik. They decide to come back to the mansion and start fighting against Anti however they have to. When they return and find Dapper gone, Anti convinces them to help him get Dapper back from Dark, and they set off together. The brothers help get Dapper out of the house while Anti confronts Dark, raging at them and attacking them while once again possessing Blue's body. Anti's out-of-control power begins another fire, threatening everyone involved. Henrik decides this is the time to use his fighting talisman: he gives it to Red, who immediately gains the power of light. He drives back both Anti and Dark, forcing Anti to stop possessing Blue, and sends Anti home, licking his wounds. This exhausts Red, and he and Blue end up staying at the houses with Dark and the others while Red recovers.

But Anti has been able to bring Trick, Dapper, and Henrik home with him again, and he's furious. He starts to tell the audience that Dapper and Trick are the only two brothers worth anything, wondering aloud if he should even keep the others. He locks Henrik into a room and begins torturing him, and then starts telling Trick and Dapper that he's going to take just the two of them away with him next time, and make them forget that Dok, Red, and Blue ever existed.

Blue and Red rally as Anti begins erasing Trick's memory, causing him to become extremely confused and torn between perfectly happy and absolutely distressed. Dapper is struggling with despair again and doesn't know if there's a point to fighting.

Anti finally realizes that Dapper was telling the truth about Jack not remembering him after he realizes that Dark truly does not remember him either. This is a final breaking point for him.

Anti leaves Henrik out on the porch of the house, tied up in barbed wire, as bait for Red and Blue. The viewers rouse Dapper and Trick to action and Trick runs down to his brother while Anti is fighting with Red and Blue. Trick uses Henrik's other talisman to get him out of the barbed wire by turning Henrik into an animal: a white rat, as it turns out, which he hides in his pocket.

Red and Blue begin to gain ground in their fight with Anti. When Dapper and Trick come to their aid and Henrik disappears from the porch, Anti goes into a wild rage. He summons his power and forces everyone to confront the worst versions of themselves. All of them have to come face to face with their past abuses, failures, despairs, and mistakes, and they all have to push through it and insist on fighting for a better future anyone. Jackie defeats the abusive Red who hurt his brothers while JJ forgives the hopeless Dapper who stopped fighting back. This leaves Anti extremely weak, collapsed on the forest floor. As they gather around him, he begins begging for his life. He's scared to die. He's always been scared to die.

One by one, Chase, Jackie, and JJ realize that no matter what he's done, they don't have it in them to kill Anti. That's when Blue stabs him in the heart, and kills him permanently, in view of the audience.

They go back inside. They look after each other.

Chapter Five

After Anti dies, Jackie burns his body and organizes his siblings to get back to Ireland. Actually, he first wants to get back to England, but JJ has to reverse time after they attempt to go there because the magicians in the country were hostile to him and Marvin as unregistered magic-users.

They find their way to Ireland and are homeless for a while, living mostly in an abandoned house or sometimes an old bus. After JJ's psychotic episodes become unmanageable, they are forced to seek real help. JJ is in a psychiatric facility for several days, where he struggles with the containment but benefits from actual psych care and regular meds for the first time in years. Social workers and doctors at the hospital help all of them find an apartment to share. Jackie starts working in AV for a theater, Marvin works as a librarian, and Chase sells Marvin's roses in the street whenever he can.

Throughout most of the chapter, Henrik is in a shut-down, numb silence, pretty unaware of what is going on around him - his brain's best defense as he tries to process the torture Anti put him through at the end of Chapter 4. When they eventually settle into a feeling of safety, he comes back to himself slowly.

Marvin has a hard time after killing Anti: he feels that his brothers had abandoned him, in a way, by leaving him to kill Anti himself, but at the same time, he insists on being called Blue for most of the chapter, harboring a lot of anger at the original Marvin for failing to save himself or the others. Marvin begins lashing out at the others, even putting his hands on JJ at one point, until he decides he can't be around them anymore. He leaves for a while, which is hard on them, but in that time, he finds the Lapwings, the magicians of Ireland, who know him as the magician who used to be their leader. Marvin gradually re-discovers himself and makes peace between the Marvin and Blue parts of himself. He becomes the leader of the Lapwings again.

Chase is able to make contact with Stacy, who had fled with them when Anti started coming after all of them. Marvin and Chase had helped her find a safe place to hide with the kids in Sweden, but Marvin's mirror portals allow her and Chase to travel between Sweden and Ireland so he can reconnect with the kids. Izzy has developed magical abilities of her own because of the trauma of the night they ran away from Anti and he came after them. She's now able to glitch the way he did, but it's more under control now that her life has stabilized and her dad is back. Hunter is also doing well. At the very end of the chapter, Chase tells Stacy he still wants to be with her. She turns him down, but gently, and they're finally able to understand exactly where the other lies and to become parenting partners again while also moving on romantically.

Henrik and Chase also settle their own relationship, acknowledging that they are co-dependent and resolving to do better while still supporting each other. Henrik is having difficulty becoming a doctor again because he's developed triggers related to blood and injuries, and he admits that he may not be able to work again. Chase talks about wanting to become a nurse because of the things Henrik taught him.

JJ deals with some grief over Anti's death in a different way than the others, still seeing Anti as his brother, but learning to acknowledge all the ways he hurt him. He starts going to a support group for the Deaf community, begins going to his church again, and is preparing himself to start working soon.

For most of the chapter, Jackie buries his own needs and focuses instead on everybody else and on making sure they are cared for financially. But on his own, his mind constantly wanders to Max. He would have reached out sooner, but he is guilty over the way he abandoned Max in Peru and scared of being rejected by him. With some help, he is finally able to call Max and let him know he is free of Anti. Max doesn't believe it, but he comes when Jackie calls anyway. Max is still traumatized by the last time he was left, and he tells Jackie that he needs Jackie to prioritize him for once if he wants to be with him. Jackie struggles with the idea of putting anyone in front of his siblings, but he is finally able to pursue Max whole-heartedly and agree to spend time away from the others.

Meanwhile, they find the house they used to live in before Anti came, a house in a mirror dimension Marvin made. Anti burned most of it, but there is enough for them to repair, and they find cats living in the forest, which they name Peanuts and Jam.

The chapter ends with JJ looking around at his much happier siblings and going back to visit some of the miserable moments in their life, thinking about how things will turn out okay after all. He has the option to spend a little more time with Anti, but chooses to let him go, and he no longer visits Anti through time travel. They're all learning to live in the present.

The end!

oh fuck that was long

#suicide tw #abuse tw #my brothers corrupted

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ltwilliammowett · 3 years

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Sailing the HMS Bounty 2010 from Maine to Puerto Rico, at this point she was off Bermuda. The filmer Marc Castells had the camera on his head and he said that the weaves were over 18 feet ( 5,5 m) tall

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#tall ship #sailing #hms bounty II #rough seas #age of sail replica #btw notice the lashed guns

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writingmyanxietyaway · 3 years

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Triangles | Rio - Berlin

Requested by anon: Hi! Love your blog btw. Would you mind doing an rio x reader x berlin imagine, where tge reader is tge same age as rio and tgey have a thing going on and berlin lijes the reader and is jealous. Reader is park of the team and plays hostage. And when they have to undress to their clothes berlin cames uo to reader and orders her to do so. And rio is like super angry, but can't do anything avout it to not reveal their relationship and the fact that reader works with them. Thank you.

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Warning: swearing, angst, mention of blood

Note: hi! thank you so much! i hope this is what you meant! hope you like it, enjoy! x

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‘Vienna, 2 minutes out,’ you heard over your ear piece. You were part of the heist, yet your role was to be a random stranger amongst the other hostages. Every detail, every escape plan, every weapon was discussed with you in the room. El Profesor was aware of the risks only one brave hostage could bring, so you were there to keep things cool if things went sideways.

You were also Rio’s girlfriend. You two had been dating since the start of that year, when you met at a convention for technology. When you met you two hit off immediately and had been dating ever since. Little did you know you’d both be asked to do this job, unknowing of the other. But things got a little complicated when Berlin came into the view. You two had had a love affair a couple of years back, but when you parted ways you promised never to talk about it again.

You glanced around and saw your watch counting down the last minute. You were nervous, excited and a little hesitant all at the same time. You wanted to be part of the action, not sit on the floor for six days, but here you were.

When you heard loads of commotion coming towards you, you felt your heartbeat pick up. It was happening. You saw the red suits come into view and you smirked. Guns were held in the air and screams filled the entrance - the alarms loudly ringing in the background. You stepped back a little, wanting to see your boyfriend one last time before you went to the others. You saw one of them approach you and he quickly lifted his mask to kiss you one last time.

‘Promise you’ll be careful?’ you whispered against his lips. He nodded and smiled at you, placing a hand on your cheek.

‘Always, sugar.’

He pulled you away from behind the stairs but not before pulling his mask back on. You saw Berlin burn holes in your head from the side of the stairs. Was he jealous? As you focussed on your role, you trashed in his grip, playing your role as an innocent visitor. He shoved you to all the other hostages and joined Berlin and Tokio. You faked a few tears here and there and tried to mingle with the others. Some of them were crying, some of them were in complete shock and unable to do anything. You felt slightly bad about traumatising them so badly, but you knew the plan and that was to leave without harming anyone.

It was now a couple of hours later and you noticed they had brought out the red suits, boots and masks. Berlin did his intimidating little talk and you all got a suit. You didn’t want to change in front of him, in front of anyone for that matter. The only man you ever wanted to see your body was Rio. You were a tough girl, but changing in front of people always made you anxious. You caught Rio’s eye when he stood on the stairs, but when Berlin moved in your direction you couldn’t help but desert your attention to him. He stopped in front of you, smirk plastered on his face.

‘Change into your suit, woman,’ he dared. You hated that smirk. What you did all those years ago was a mistake and you were contstantly reminded of that night in your sleep.

‘No,’ you stated, ‘Not here.’

‘Oh, we’ve got ourselves a brave girl on board! Hear that everyone?! This one here thinks she can do whatever she pleases.’ He took his gun and pointed it directly to your stomach. Your stare hardened. Who the fuck did this man think he was?

From the corner of your eye, you saw Rio step forward but Denver quickly held him back. He whispered something in his ear and he turned around.

‘Strip. Now.’ Berlin demanded. You knew you had to, that was the worst part. Being the only one of the hostages not wanting to wear a suit and not get shot would definitely get suspicious. You angrily took of your jacket, your jeans and changed into the suit. You felt embarassed, weak and insecure. That was a dick move and he knew it.

He stepped closer to you when you were done and whispered in your ear, ‘That’s the good girl I know. It’s not like I haven’t seen it before, is it?’

You gagged at his words and he quickly disappeared up the stairs. Denver nodded at you and clapped Rio on the back. It had been such a long time since you had felt so vulnerable and for no good reason Berlin kicked you right back to that time. You had to talk to Rio. And quickly.

You were chosen to work in the offices and count the money. Nairobi was the supervisor. It had been more than three days since you had seen Rio and you had to talk to him. When Nairobi passed you, you dropped a wad of cash on the floor and leaned over, catching her attention.

‘I don’t feel good.. Can I please use the restroom?’ you asked her, raising your eyebrows. She nodded and grabbed you by the arm, not before threatening the other women you were working with.

‘I really need to talk to Rio. Please, Nairobi,’ you begged. She quickly nodded and went to get Rio. Pacing back and forth, you anxiously bit your nails. When the door opened, your heart dropped to the floor.

‘What did they do to you?’ you gasped, running towards him. You held his head in your hands as you inspected his face. He had a bruise on his cheek and a black eye. ‘Please tell me who did this to you, Ani.’

He looked at you through his lashes and winced when you stroked your thumb over his bruise. He looked completely broken, bags under his eyes and shrunken posture.

‘It was Berlin, wasn’t it?’ you asked. You didn’t even have to ask, you already knew. That bastard couldn’t let you go, could he? You huffed and pushed passed Rio. ‘Wait here.’

Berlin was eating when you stomped through the door. He didn’t notice you at first, but when you smacked your hand on the table, everyones attention went to you.

‘To what do I owe the pleasure, sweetheart?’ he smuggly asked.

‘You know exactly why. What the fuck were you thinking? Smashing his face in, just because you can’t let something go that happened years ago? How old are you? 10?’ you sneered. ‘If you’re jealous, just say that. But hurting someone else because you can’t talk about your feelings is fucking ridiculous.’

The room fell silent, your speech even silencing Denver. They didn’t know you had met before the heist and especially about your relationship. You saw his tough façade fade as his eyes flickered from your furious face to the sandwich he was eating. He knew it was wrong and he regret it the moment he saw how broken Rio was. The young adult was terrified and it made him realise he had turned into the man he promised not to be anymore.

‘You seriously don’t have anything to say about this?’ you huffed. ‘You haven’t changed a fucking bit, Andrès. Stay the fuck away from me and Rio or you’ll end up just like him.’

When you left, Berlin felt humiliated. Not that you’d called him out like that, but humiliated to have let his anger take over his common sense. You had every right to respond the way you did, he would have done the same for you. Why did he feel so jealous? He was the one who broke things off, not you. He’d thrown you away like many of his other treasures, yet he couldn’t let you go. Rio was way better for you. He treated you like a princess, talked to you about his feelings and could give you a much better life than he could have given you.

‘So, wanna explain what the fuck just happened?’ Denver carefully asked. Berlin cracked his knuckled and took a sharp breath. They weren’t supposed to know and frankly, it was none of their business either. So he shoved his chair back and went looking for the both of you. The least you deserved was an apology.

‘- a dick.. he won’t do it again, I’ll make sure of that,’ he heard you say soflty. Rio hissed when you wiped away a small drop of blood just under his eye and you remorsefully sighed. ‘I’m sorry, I should have told you.’

‘No, I’m the one who should apologise,’ Berlin stated, stepping into the room. He could see Rio flinch and your stare harden. ‘I’m sorry. I let my anger cloud my reality and I snapped. There was a point where I was you Rio and I regret to this day that I let her go. I got jealous because I realised she was everything that I needed and more, but I saw that too late. I was immature and for that I want to apologise.’

Your eyes softened and you thankfully nodded at him. You turned your attention to Rio who held out his hand to Berlin. Berlin took it and shook his hand firmly.

‘Don’t let her go, Rio. She’s too precious for that.’

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Berlin Taglist

@nkjktk - @michaellangdonenthusiast - @hamiltonsofcrap - @nicke0115 - @pinkrapunzel

#la casa de papel #lcdp imagine #berlin x reader #berlin imagine #pedro alonso #lcdp x reader #lcdp #miguel herran #rio x reader #rio imagine

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jchnmcdonough · 2 years

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Tell us about Ms Lizzy Jefferson (nice Founding Father ref btw!) She seems like a badass SoleSu and I'd love to know more about her! What's she look like, her favorite guns that kinda thing? :D

Swear I didn’t see this ask until now! Thank you for asking about my Sole 💗 sorry bout the long answer; I talk way too much. as always, anons always appreciated xx

Appearance

Tbh I’m still trying to pinpoint her exact facial features because I like to make things complicated for myself haha. Brown eyes with thick lashes + brows are defined in such a way that she carries around a look of annoyance. Heavy usage of eyeliner—think 60’s—. Uses soot n oil to create the pigment as premade cosmetics just…aren’t a thing anymore lol. heart shaped face, nose is pretty Italian (lady gaga is a good reference) and her lips are full, but not necessarily large. Slender neck, pronounced collar bones. Pierced ears (she too has a thing for gold but she’s more into delicate/subtle jewelry and also has an appreciation for silver as well). I actually found a post that has the exact hair color n style that I envision so that’ll be popping up shortly as a reblog lol.

She’s a good 5’3, likes to wear heels/pumps but post war makes that incredibly impractical so she settles for loafer-esque/or combat boot-esque unless there’s a special occasion or she’s feeling particularly extra that day. If she’s lounging in her apartment/ john’s quarters then she’s usually barefoot, much to the dismay of John (tho he secretly finds it endearing).

Clothing wise I’m sorta in the same boat as I am with facial features; I.e, trying to pinpoint the exact aesthetic she wears. She’s not exactly picky as long as she can still maintain some sense of style, but definitely more put together than others in the populous.

Summer/spring wise, I’d say something similar to this (though she usually wears trousers if not intending to stay inside).

Fall/winter is bulkier, naturally. The cold is worse post nuclear fallout, so layers are essential. Has a prewar faux fur coat that is cherished deeply.

Backstory - Pre War

Born into an relatively well off family. Father was an up and comer who managed to get into the inner working of hornwright industries and become a rather decent confidant of Hornwright. Mother was an unstable SAHW who was usually nursing a bottle of wine and was bound to fits of rage, most, if not all, lizzy faced the brunt of. This in turn made her relatively shy, but birthed an equally unhealthy ability to throw tantrums when overstimulated. While her father did dote on her, it’s unknown to her if he ignored her mothers mistreatment or simply was too work obsessed to notice.

Started drinking at 15 and took to hanging out with equally rebellious boys and girls from the town of Beckley. In 2071, she moved out at the age of 18 to a trailer park located on the outskirts of the city, using money saved up from an allowance to purchase a trailer. Worked as a waitress at Sal’s and go go danced at the bar on the weekends. Dabbled in drugs, got fucked up on alcohol, made out with many men.

In 2073, she was forced to move back home as her parents were threatening to cut off her bank account access when she refused to spend the holidays with them—mainly her mother. Upon finding out of her substance abuse, she was shipped to Massachusetts per her father’s pleas to his brother’s home in Sanctuary Hills.

Traditional in values, the hope was to establish Lizzy as a proper woman and kick her dependencies. She had a strict curfew, was not allowed income other than what her parents provided, and was required to attend rigorous AA meetings. Fall of that year Lizzie started attending Mass Bay University to major in philosophy and graduated with a bachelor’s one month before the bombs fell.

Backstory - post war

Upon defrosting and discovering she to be the only survivor of the vault, Lizzy managed to trudge her way to the surface, only to black out and wake up to a twitchy woman poking her with a stick.

Cricket, as Lizzy so finds out, is a trader (chem dealer) who’s willing to bring her along to Diamond City (she pretends to know what that is) under the condition she doesn’t interrupt her dealings along the way. Lizzy obliges, experiences what is now the commonwealth and two headed cows, and is dumped off at the diamond city market where she meets Piper.

Misc.

Has a thing for antiques (as she herself is one) so she’ll try and go scavenging near Goodneighbor, or will accompany John when he has to travel / is out with the hunting party (quite literal here—no murderous undertones lol). Also will buy things with the caps she makes from Daisy.

She’s honestly not much of a gun person, but John has shown her how to shoot a hunting rifle and a basic 10 mm in case there’s ever a need to defend herself, and she fancies slinging the rifle with her wherever she goes. She also likes watching John clean his black powder rifle, and refuses to try it out, despite his insistent laugh riddled begging.

On the topic of weapons, she prefers blades. Switchblades/hunting knives are her favorite

Refuses to smoke anything other than menthols

Author Notes

Lizzy is heavily inspired by Lana del Rey’s Lizzy Grant era (the first name is entirely coincidental) and the aesthetic surrounding it. I’ve been wanting to play around with the idea for a while and when listening to the album which accompanies this era (kill kill, for k pt 2, and jump are so Johnny) I finally decided to commit to it.

This fic is definitely my most ambitious, what with my plans for world building and characterization. I’m a sucker for slice of life and that’s exactly what I plan for this to be. No general of the minutemen, no hero of the commonwealth, or destroyer of the institute. Just a woman out of time watching humanity endure and a certain ghoul conquer 🤓

#— ; * author notes.#if you coulnt tell #i like rifles

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sarcasticace · 5 years

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Borderlands 3 thoughts

Cause I need to vent and get this off my chest

SPOILERS!!!

EDIT: i finished game and had time to think about this, even play some endgame stuff/replay the story w/ other VHs. So I made some edits below, but my opinion is pretty much the same.

They fucking killed off Maya, their only ace character, just for Ava’s character development, but they didn’t even DO that right. First off, NO ONE is allowed to mourn for Maya except Ava because Maya belongs to her. Two thirds of the 2nd gen VHs are cut from the game and Zer0 is basically a background character. They don’t say ANYTHING more about Maya than a haiku (or two) that players have to seek them out just to hear. And the people of Sanctuary don’t have anything significant to say for the siren hero who rid Pandora of Handsome Jack (who killed their beloved Roland btw). You can, however, seek them out like Zer0 to hear them say a thing or two which is, admittedly, nice. I missed this the first time around (I heard there was a bug?), but even though it’s a nice touch, they’re short and don’t quite compensate for how they essentially throw Maya away for development (or underdevelopment, in this case) of others. Plus, it’s dependent upon players taking time out of their play-through to speak with all the NPCs instead of playing the game. It’s a blink and you miss it kinda of situation. It just doesn’t compensate for the fact that they all just stand around and SAY NOTHING as Lilith breaks the news and says a few lackluster words.

Maya is essentially reduced to a piece of character development. This is a character that many players spent hours playing as, completing multiple play-throughs and creating a variety of builds. Like any fictional character to ever exist, she’s important to players for so many different ways. BL3 was her (and her VH teammates’) time to shine just as BL2 was for Roland, Lilith, Mordecai, and Brick. But she’s robbed of that. She has no real important to the plot, only appearing for a third of the game (if even that). We pick her up cause there’s a vault key fragment on her planet and once we’ve got it, she disappears because it’s back to Rhys’ story until it’s time for her to die. She has so little importance outside of what her death does for Ava and Troy.

And speaking of Ava, she’s done just as dirty though, obviously, not nearly as much since she’s not suddenly killed off. The story doesn’t explore Ava’s feelings beyond her initial anger towards Lilith. That anger isn’t necessarily bad. In fact, it’s justified and I hate that Ava is getting so much hate. First off, Ava’s still a child and she’s grieving. Her lashing out makes sense in context and the fact that it’s towards Lilith is fine. Like I said before, Lilith’s words for Maya were rather lackluster. I get she was numb and trying to soldier on, but it felt rather dismissive considering all Maya has done for her in the previous game. So Ava calling her out not only makes sense, but was needed. The fact that none of the adults confronted Lilith made me scratch my head, but that’s not the problem. I mean, it is, but not what I’m getting at. It’s that Lilith becomes the sole focus of Ava’s anger and it doesn’t make sense. Lilith wasn’t down in the Vault. She wanted to be, but Maya talked her out of it because she lost her powers. But do you know who WAS down there, watched Maya die and did nothing (because the game forgets we’re a character)? The VHs! It would’ve made more sense for Ava to be primarily angry towards them, but also not happy at Lilith for being dismissive. But instead of an emotionally charged scene that gets the player interacting with the characters (to an extent), Ava thanks them as if they said something incredibly moving that she needed to hear and hands over Maya’s prized gun as a reward.

Ava’s not a bad character and she definitely doesn’t deserve the hate she’s been getting, but I’ve also noticed some people don’t recognize or maybe ignore that she’s badly written (like most things in the story). Ava pretty much disappears until it’s time for her to blame Lilith and question her choices until Tannis reprimands her once. Then Ava is suddenly a fully realized character. Arc complete and charging into battle alongside the VHs despite being... what? 11yrs old? Then she’s made Lilith’s successor of Sanctuary for no reason. Why? Tannis and the VHs, who have been doing all the work and not appearing in ANY major cutscenes, are RIGHT THERE! Ava has only JUST gotten Maya’s Siren powers. What about Amara????? Wouldn’t she be a better choice for successor since she’s been a siren for years??? Or Fl4k??? Moze or Zane?? There’s this gap between Ava losing Maya and being given Sanctuary that should’ve been explored because otherwise why fucking kill off Maya and make Ava such a focal character? It’s not that Ava doesn’t deserve this storyline, it’s that she deserves the missing chunk of her arc that progresses to this outcome.

Now let’s talk about Troy, the other character that Maya was sacrificed to develop. Obviously gaining Maya’s powers changed the dynamic between Troy and Tyreen while also igniting change in Troy’s overall personality and motivation. He started off being in the background, depending on Tyreen and following her plan until he gets a taste of independent power. Next thing we know, he’s down on Eden-6 without Tyreen’s knowledge and phaselocking us in a trap he planned by himself. They foreshadowed the fuck out of him possibly turning on Tyreen or even accidentally killing her, but when the big moment comes, they don’t deliver. Troy dies instead, essentially wasting EVERYTHING they had built up to this point. And I can only assume this was done to subvert expectations? As if that’s been going well whenever somebody tries that. Tyreen, although a cool character in her own right, hadn’t been given anything significant to pick up the slack and fill what Troy took away with his death. And following this point in the story, she’s shoved aside to give Typhon the spotlight when she needed it more to accomplish filling what should’ve been Troy’s role. When Angel died in BL2, there was a noticeable change in Jack’s demeanor. It changed the entire tone of the later half of the game and not to be completely biased, but it was so god damn good. Character deaths are only good when it ignites change to the story and the characters attached to them.... otherwise it’s just lazy shock value. I’m looking at you, Walking Dead.

In the end, Maya dying doesn’t serve any purpose to the story. It’s used to set up Ava and Troy’s development, but the writers don’t follow through with either of their arcs and the result is just shock value. They should’ve just kept Maya alive. The gameplay is vastly an improvement to the last, but BL3 ruins pretty much says fuck the VHs. It says fuck most borderlands characters, but specifically the VHs from the second game.

#Borderlands 3 #BL3 #Maya the Siren #Lilith the Siren #Troy the Siren #Ava the Siren #Patricia Tannis #Zer0 the Assassin #AntiBL3

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half-bakedboy · 5 years

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love your lorenzo / underhill fics to pieces

I will defend with love (I will attack with love)

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It wasn’t often that Lorenzo was invited on dinner dates. They seemed like such trivial things compared to the adventures he had undergone as a warlock. He had climbed the Eiffel Tower when it was closed off to mundanes, only to fight a Greater Demon with a vampire lover of his. He had taken a private jet over the Bermuda Triangle to visit a fey friend, coming back (relatively) unscathed. He constantly portalled to Rome, Antwerp, Copenhagen, and even the occasional short leap to Maine (nothing can beat their lobster rolls). With the world at his fingertips, he never expected his third date with Andrew would be at a pizza arcade in Brooklyn.

He loved spending time with Andrew, he really did. They laughed, and teased, and explored their surroundings (and each other, which was a whole different story). He loved spending time with Andrew in the most romantic of places. The noisy, grease-filled, funny smelling, frat house in front of him was not the least bit romantic.

“Underhill, what’s up, man?!” A werewolf Lorenzo could only describe as a neanderthal yelled as they walked in. A few low grumbles followed as Andrew clasped his hand around the neanderthal’s and pulled him in for a slight hug, if you could call it that.

“Chaz, buddy, been a long while, huh?” Andrew replied once they pulled back. The neanderthal, Chaz, turned towards Lorenzo and eyed him up and down. Lorenzo was used to being eyed, mostly out of jealousy. This look was different. He couldn’t quite put his finger on it, though, as Chaz held out his hand to Lorenzo.

“Who’s this?” Chaz asked abruptly. Lorenzo shook his hand politely and attempted to squeeze it, but Chaz pulled it away in a flash. Lorenzo glanced over at Andrew who didn’t seem to notice the strange interaction.

“This…” Andrew started, grabbing one of Lorenzo’s hands in his. “…is Lorenzo. Who has never been to an arcade before so I’m planning to take his ‘virginity’ tonight,” Andrew teased, nudging his shoulder against Lorenzo’s. Lorenzo rolled his eyes, swatting a hand over Andrew’s chest, a gesture he did once and couldn’t stop doing once he felt the strong muscles under his hands. They smiled at each other before they heard Chaz clear his throat.

“So, you’re… a homo?” Chaz asked, clearly attempting to hide his own disgust. Andrew tensed next to Lorenzo, so Lorenzo squeezed his hand a little tighter.

“I’m gay, yes,” Andrew responded coolly. Lorenzo glanced at him, noticing the tension in his jaw as he clenched his teeth. Chaz held up his hands as if to surrender and then turned back to his group of frat boys. Another mumbled something to Chaz and he turned back, a smug look on his face.

“Isn’t that something you tell people?” Chaz asked and Lorenzo could tell he was upset by the tone in his voice. “I would have liked to know I was sharing my beer with a fairy,” Chaz added. Lorenzo narrowed his eyes and he felt his magic churning inside him, instinctively ready to lash out at any sign of distress from Andrew. Lorenzo had been called his fair share of nicknames from bigots, but that one was by far the most insulting. When he looked back at Andrew to gauge his reaction, he seemed stunned. Lorenzo could only think that the poor shadowhunter didn’t realize how rampant homophobia was in the shadow world. Once more, Lorenzo squeezed Andrew’s hand. That seemed to snap Andrew out of whatever daze he was in. Lorenzo felt hurt as Andrew quickly pulled his hand away.

Before Lorenzo could react to it, Andrew’s fist shot out and connected with Chaz’s jaw with a resounding thud. Lorenzo’s eyes widened as Chaz stumbled backwards. As he was about to fall, Andrew grabbed the front of his shirt and pulled his face close.

“Say it again, Chaz,” Andrew threatened. Lorenzo couldn’t help the tingle that ran up his spine at the sound of Andrew’s deep and husky voice. Lorenzo saw a few of Chaz’s friends rise from their chairs and used his magic to keep them in place. Chaz gained his composure and slammed his hands against Andrew’s chest, causing them to separate, Andrew colliding with Lorenzo’s chest. Lorenzo immediately wrapped his arms around Andrew’s waist to steady him and let him know he was there.

“Fucking fa–” Lorenzo fought back this time, holding Andrew’s waist with one hand. He used two fingers from the other to cut off the oxygen supply in Chaz’s lungs and lift him slightly off the ground. His hands went to grip his throat and his eyes widened in surprise, obviously not expecting the magical intervention. Andrew choked out a laugh as Lorenzo dropped Chaz down, knees slamming against the laminate floor as the breath heaved out of him.

“You– You’re a fucking witch,” Chaz choked out, still gripping his throat as the other’s crowded around him. Lorenzo shrugged and blew the tips of his fingers like a smoking gun. He smiled as Andrew huffed out a laugh next to him.

“I prefer warlock, but either way, I’m not a fairy,” Lorenzo responded. He looked at Andrew with a questioning look on his face and Andrew nodded, a silent agreement that it was time to leave. Lorenzo turned to leave when he felt a tug at his hand. Andrew swung him back, Lorenzo landing firmly against Andrew’s chest. Andrew smirked at Lorenzo, a questioning tilt to his brows as his eyes darted to Lorenzo’s lips. Lorenzo pushed himself up just slightly so their lips brushed against each other, his own silent okay. Andrew gripped Lorenzo’s hips tighter and pulled their bodies flush together. They ignored the chorus of groans around them, Lorenzo snapping his fingers to silence them and make them unable to look away. Exposure was the only way to get the normalcy of men kissing carved into their heads. Andrew pulled back first, his forehead resting on Lorenzo’s, their eyes meeting as a small chuckle left their lips.

“Ready to go?” Lorenzo asked softly. Andrew nodded, not taking another look back at those he once called his friends. Once they exited, Andrew pulled Lorenzo’s hand to tug him closer. Andrew wrapped his arm around Lorenzo’s shoulder and kissed his temple softly.

“I think I’ll leave the date planning to you from now on,” Andrew teased and Lorenzo couldn’t stop smiling.

#reyhill #lorenzo rey #andrew underhill #underhill #shadowhunters #my writing #thanks for this prompt!#it was really fun to write!! ♥️#some-thrilling-heroics

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madmilez · 2 years

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Deer slayer therepy

I knew something was bothering my buddy when he slowed down in the middle of the road, pulled his .22 rifle up from the darkness and shot a deer in the face and kept on driving. This was definitely the strangest drive by I had ever been on personally, to date. We didnt even stop and get the illegal meat, given that it was NOT deer season.

Im not sure if this was a cry for help or just the desperate act of a broken man to try and release some of the pain the world had seen fit to fill his up with. Either way, I could not even say a word. I had none. All I could do was feel pain too.

Im not sure at that moment or even now who that man was. I mean, I know his name. I know where he lives and I know what he seems to be, especially to those just meeting him, but I still do not truly know him.

He is simply one I cannot figure out. His hills are too steep, and when he hits a valley, its strangely hard to even acknowledge for what it is. He is the type of person you want to be who they seem to be more than most other people. He has the aura of the 'good guy'. He is friendly and kind. He listens and seems to care even if just mildly so. He is into everything so has something in common with everyone.

But his intentions are grey and I think it is because even he does not fully understand them. Or perhaps he does not ALWAYS understand them. He acts. His intentions possibly pure or maybe the voice that is his conscious has in a momentary lapse of reason, been nullified.

He does not see himself as an evil entity nor his actions as malicious, however, someone else may feel strongly the opposite. Throw in a bit of tweaker paranoia and he could really find himself riding on the tounge of another again and again as they demonize and exaggerate whatever crime they feel he has done to them.

The worst thing going for him on this front is the fact that even a small, seemingly insignificant infraction against someone.... if you are Hayden L@uh is that whoever he hurts is hurt so much worse when it comes from him because they believed in their fucking souls that he was their best fucking friend and are now feeling like its not exactly mutual and therefore more reaction from them.

Ugh, that was a lot. Anyways, I guess I imagine a lonely guy sitting around at home all evening talking on the phone with his mother, telling her all about his new friend Hayden. (I think dudes fall in love with him on the low too BTW) They are talking him up. How much alike they are and how cool his mechanical toys or guns are. The plans they made together and what they have done so far. Maybe this dude even has a little fucking Hayden shrine he looks at just before bed at night........ ha ha. That actually does crack me up a bit.

Anyways, Then one day Hayden is over to visit and walks off with this dudes fucking deck of bicycle playing cards without saying a word.

The dude notices the next day. In the back of his mind there is already that voice. Muffled, far away and incoherent, but its there. He ignores it. Gives a half hearted effort into finding said playing cards but turns up nothing. The voice gets closer.

Then he needs the cards one night, a friend is over and wants to play a drinking game. He looks for the cards. Hard. Everywhere. Does not find them. Blames himself for being such a dunce he cant even keep up with a pack of fucking cards. The voice becomes louder and clearer.

At some point this man finds himself defending Haydens honor. How dare the voice even suggest such a thing as Hayden taking his cards. They were rare playboy cards and he knows how much he loves them cards. Hayden would never. The voice chuckles.

The man has so much invested in this guy, Hayden, that when he is faced with reality it is too much heartbreak. He cant take it and so he lashes out.

Its different with everyone. Some just talk trash, some plot, some will want to fight, I expect that some probably even cry and then pretend that they are not effected by the situation.

Now, Im not exactly 100% confident in my ability to articulate things the way I intend to but if you are still following along....... man..... is your brain melted yet? This whole deal is literally mind numbing to watch. I thought to laugh about it for a moment, in the beginning, but that moment has long since passed.

As an armature student of psychology, this whole deal, no..... this person, Hayden L@uh, and his lifestyle and character are a conundrum to me. I like to think and observe and come up with theories on why things are the way they are but I also like to eventually come up with a reasonable explanation as to the events I took interest in. Here, there are no answers, only more questions. You may generate a theory or two but in doing so you have opened up ten more doors leading to ten more roads you must walk down if you are to ever fully grasp what is taking place in this mans head.

Now that you understand my predicament, maybe you will also see why no one was mad at him the day he killed 19 animals and left them where they lie.

I thought to be upset myself due to the fact that 3 of the kills were deer and I could have used the meat, but long term opted against being upset with him because who can really stay upset with Hayden fucking L@uh?

Hayden, if you ever end up reading this, just know, your still my nigga, Im just calling the game like I see it. :)

The perspective of others when talking about our own lives is often strange and easily misunderstood. Hell, this dude might think this article is a bad review but in my mind it is simply an observational diary that I was suddenly inspired to write. In fact I should think if the shoe were on the other foot, I might dare feel a bit of pride that someone sat down and wrote an article (however mind numbing) about me and my damaged brain.

Anyways. I will end this with first a clarification; Hayden is not a serial animal slayer. He just has baggage and, like most young people, has no idea how to deal with it. He is smart enough to know how truly unjust life is and he knows that none of us can do anything to change it.

Fucked by fate and no hope of justice. #Life

Today, the thing that was the cause of so much of his pain has returned to his life. He is pacified by this. He is also aware of the lions jaws in which he has found himself, yet again, drawn into. He dives head long into a sea of pain all for the brief mercy of relief he shall feel, the calm before the storm if you will. He has been in pain for so long that he only wants relief even if he must inevitably return to the pit of sorrow from wince he came.

I know because I too have loved and lost and know the answer to that old cliche is... it is by far better to have never loved at all that to have lost what you love.

Maybe each person he comes in contact with and offends in whatever minor way is a little piece of what he bears all at once, everyday, and subconsciously he gives a little away at a time least the madness fully take him.

Or, there is of course always the possibility that I am wrong about the whole deal. He is simply a petty thief with a strong word game going around, fooling all the locals so he can get his grubby hands on some of their dollar tree items....... we may never know.

I gotta be about my mfin business yall. Much love. MM

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laurent-ofvere · 6 years

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Niceeee i’m turning 21 this year too and I’m currently studying architecture and mechanical/electrical engineering, though I’m not a 100% sure what i want to do after I graduate, like there are so many possibilities😄🤷🏼‍♀️ I don’t really have a favourite animal but giraffes are too cute, have you seen their eyes??? And I’m hands down a cat person but dogs are just too pure for this world how can you not love them✨favorite place is Florence(I’m a slut for places with beautiful architecture)

Oh btw I just noticed I was on anon, so yeah it’s me 👀*finger guns*

their eyessss oh my god the fucking LASHES. i went to the zoo with my baby cousin last summer (i went for myself he was an excuse) and have debatably 40 pictures on my phone of the giraffes lol and aaaaaaaa i would LOVE to go to florence, italy and greece are two places i’d kill to see but homegirl is Broke

#asks

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ohmyteez · 7 years

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Wake Up Call

Pairing: Daryl x Reader

Summary: When Carol bombed Terminus and everybody escaped, they noticed one person missing and as much as it hurt, still had to leave to save themselves. In the meantime, Carol found you hiding on top of one of the containers, unable to get down because it was surrounded by walkers

Warnings: (believed) death of reader, a little language, flufffffff

Word Count: 1.4k

Note: thanks @pitrymcbride i literally feel like you’re one of my biggest fans on here and i love you for that!! thank you for requesting! i hope you like it. decided to not really have a near death experience but have daryl think reader died. requests are always OPEN (unless stated otherwise) btw, this has not been proof read so if there’s any mistakes, i’m sorry

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Group’s point of view

Terminus was an inflamed mess. Burning walkers were stumbling around the area, the remaining residents trying to fight them off as well as they could. Nobody knew who or what made the tank explode, but the gang was thankful that it did. They’d all made it over the fence and away from the madness. Everybody was panting, some still coughing from the amount of smoke they’d inhaled. Daryl was stood at the very end of the group, back turned to them and gazed fixed onto the fence in hopes of you being just right behind him. Maybe you’d just tripped and nobody noticed and you’d come crawling over the fence in no time. Or maybe you’d just decided to stay back and fight off the walkers without telling anyone. Daryl didn’t want to think of the worst thing that could’ve happened. You could be dead, for God’s sake. He’d already lost so many people. His brother was gone, he had no idea where Carol was or if she was still alive and now you too. You were his rock, even though he would never admit it aloud.

“Daryl, I think we should go.” Rick said, carefully reaching out for his friend. Daryl didn’t want to have any of this, so he just stepped aside before Rick could touch him and kept glaring at the fence. He knew you. He knew you had to be somewhere safe and alive. You were strong and you wouldn’t go without a fight.

“Daryl, I’m serious. It’s been too long, if she were still alive she’d be here by now.” Rick tried again, his voice soft but stern. He wanted to move as far away from Terminus as possible. Not that he had any doubts that they hadn’t gotten everybody in there, but the walkers could soon catch up to them and that was something that he wanted to avoid.

“Give’r five more minutes.” Daryl finally said. Rick just nodded and walked back to the rest of the group, explaining the situation. Five more minutes. That would be more than enough for you to catch up. You were a fast runner, Daryl knew that. So, he counted on those five minutes. If he didn’t see your face within those minutes, he knew what had happened to you. And so, he waited. Those five minutes were the longest he ever had to wait for. They felt like hours. And after each passing minute, he could feel his heart break more and more at the thought of you not ever returning back to him. Now, he started to regret all those times he lashed out on you and all those opportunities he didn’t take.

“Daryl...” Rick said softly, putting his hand on Daryl’s forearm. Five minutes had passed and no sign of you. Nothing. Daryl squeezed his eyes shot, trying to stop to tears from escaping and finally let Rick pull him along with him, sparing one hopeless glance back to the fence.

Your point of view

Smoke. Gun shots. Growling. You couldn’t take it anymore. Ever since that tank exploded, everything had gone to shit at Terminus. Although you were glad you all escaped, it still was chaos. Well, you hadn’t exactly escaped yet. You lost everyone and you had no idea if they were still alive. After the tank went up in flames, you immediately ran off, fighting your way through the crowd of walkers and Terminus’ residents, only to later realize that the direction you ran off to was the wrong one, and everybody else had fled to the exit. You’d found shelter on top of a container, thankful for the machine gun that you found lying on the floor or otherwise you would be dead by now. Though you were still pretty fucked. Walkers were piling up around the container, blocking any way down you could take without getting bit. You only had about five bullets left and you really wanted to use those on any living person trying to attack you, though you were almost sure that everyone was already dead because the gun shots were slowly but surely dying down. Then again, this could also mean that everyone from your group was dead. You hated uncertainty. You hated to wait, not being able to help. You hated not knowing what would or could happen next. Hell, for all you knew you could be up here for days left to starve to death and finally become a walker yourself. No. You couldn’t let yourself die up here, you wouldn’t. You closed your eyes for a moment, thinking about your group and everyone it had. Everyone worth fighting for, and even if none of them made it out alive, you did - for them. Rick, Carl, Michonne... Daryl. Oh God, Daryl. You couldn’t bare the thought of him not having made it out alive. Daryl was too strong, too skilled. You needed to know. You needed closure. So you pushed yourself up from your current lying position and aimed the machine gun downwards. If you just shot the ones in the back, you could jump over them and-

Suddenly, walker by walker fell with each gun shot you heard and you dared to look up at the shooter. You couldn’t believe it. Carol was actually here, and she was here to save you! You couldn’t help but smile and helped her take out the walkers with the few bullets you had left, until only a few walkers were left. Those were easy to take out with knives, Carol must’ve thought so too. You scrambled over to the ladder that you’d gotten up on earlier and climbed down after the coast was clear. Carol saw you come down and threw you something to stab with since your knife had been taken away. You felt hope again. You could do it, you could go back to your family, with Carol alongside of you. You could to it.

And you did it. The two of you had successfully stabbed any walker that was in attacking distance and made it out of Terminus with no injuries except for a few scratches here and there. After you made it over the fence, you couldn’t help but hug her.

“Thank you so much. You saved my life, Carol.” You mumbled as she squeezed you tighter.

“Anytime, honey. Now come on, we need to get you back to the other’s.” She told you and let go of you. The other’s were alive? You couldn’t believe it. You would see everyone again. You would see Daryl again. This time, you promised yourself, this time I’m going to tell him. You needed to tell him how you felt. After today’s events, you couldn’t keep it in anymore. Even if he didn’t feel the same way about you, you needed him to know. So you followed Carol as she lead the way through the woods. You didn’t know where she was going but you didn’t care. The only thing you really cared about was getting back to them. You stopped at a small puddle so Carol could wash off the dirt on her face before you continued walking. You were getting more anxious the further you went. Was she just walking in a random direction or did she really know where they were? Well, real life events confirmed the latter as you spotted your group further ahead of you. You couldn’t help but cry. Since Carol walked ahead of you, she was spotted first and engulfed in hugs by everyone. Rick just looked so happy to see her again, despite him being the one to send her away in the first place but you guessed that he was just happy that the group was back together.

“Y/N...” You heard Daryl croak out as you watched him run up to you. Before you could make a move towards him, he already came crashing towards you, arms wide open as he immediately pulled you in a tight hug, “I thought ya were dead.”

You laughed in relief as the tears now spilled freely down your face, “I’m not. I’m here, Daryl.” You let go of him and reached up to push his hair out of his face, exposing his tear stained cheeks and watery eyes, “I love you so much.”

“Shit, I love ya too. Come ‘ere.” He replied and pulled you into another hug. For the both of you in that moment, a hug felt way more intimate than a kiss could. With a hug, you could feel each other’s hearts beat and that meant that you were both alive and well in each other’s arms. And that was all you needed in that moment. Just his embrace, his arms wrapped around you and his heartbeat against your chest.

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It's not personal, it's fiction (2) (Biadore) - shadyqueenie

A/N: awwww baes, I’m sorry this took so long – but this chap is twice the first one and I really had struggles with some sentences :(((( also, I’m not that happy of how it came out but I needed to write it that way since I have plans for the next one ;)))

I don’t know when I will be able to update again – I hope it will be at the end of the month but ehy, it’s the MFW and guess who’s working as hell?! Btw, I really love you (: thank you for your support, I wasn’t expecting it! As I always say, please keep on writing me! Your duh, shady

In this episode (?) ~

“Do you want to come out?” He started off suddenly, nervous as hell. […] “Out?” “Outside! We need to celebrate my win!” “You know it’s forbidden… do you?”

IT’S NOT PERSONAL, IT’S FICTION

The first day of airing after their deal went as smoothly as honey. At least for Danny. For Roy it was pure hell. He felt nervous and quick-tempered – as if he was about to bite someone. Then there was the elimination day. That night he couldn’t sleep well. He wasn’t worried about the race – he was worried about him being around Adore. But he made a deal and he had to honor it. “What are you going to wear?” Asked Bianca to Adore while they were doing their make up. To be honest, she already saw it putted onto the clothes hanger – and she really hoped that wasn’t the real Adore’s choice. “The black one” replied the other one pointing it. …And here we are. “Are you sure? Do you remember what Michelle told you?” “Yeah but you will help me by cinching me and no one would look at anything else” Adore blinked at Bianca in a very flirting way “Will you?” Bianca sighed “Just hurry up and finish this bitch smoking eye you’re doing”. She forced a smile while trying to put a pair of false lashes in her eyes, but ended up so nervous she messed all up. “Fuck” Bianca breathed. Why couldn’t she act as natural as Adore? Courtney was sit next to them. She watched the whole scene without saying anything. It was strange for her seeing Bianca not throwing any shades at Adore. Ok, Bianca was always helpful, but that was strange – even for her. Courtney didn’t even realize Adore has finished her make-up and that Bianca had already cinched her until she heard clearly from Adore’s wardrobe “Do I have a hot body now?” And Bianca’s reply “Yeah sure, the hottest one”. Yeah, sure?! What was that? A sarcastic line that didn’t came out well? A sincere compliment? Courtney couldn’t tell – the only thing she was sure was that wasn’t so Bianca-alike. I’m super late and that’s because all this flirty bullshits she thought blending her cheekbones faster than she has never done before.

“Adore Delano, you’re the winner of this week challenge” As Bianca heard this words she clapped her hands, as etiquette required. Adore really made her laugh when she said that her dress was made for the judges to see through her body. She envied that attitude of hers, with those adorable (yes, adorable) jokes and flirty glances. Did she had to whisper ‘I’m so proud’ as Adore suggested days before? That could have been too much, and Bianca was a bit disappointed. She wanted to win, of course. I’m here to win, that’s what was in her mind as she looked at Adore smiling. Adore glanced back at her. She waited for Bianca to say ‘I’m so proud’ but nothing happened, and while reaching the backstage her smile died. The older queen seemed stressed all the day long, but while Bianca walked the runaway she still looked beautiful and flawless as she has always done. Adore needed to plan something in order to understand what was wrong – she hoped it wasn’t for their deal, and she had to know it before the next airing session.

Jay give him the perfect occasion. In the bus for their way back to the hotel he approached Danny and whispered “We have to celebrate, and I exactly know how” “Ganj please, I told you I don’t want to get stoned during the race” Danny didn’t even look at his friend. He was sure Jay was going to offer him some ‘fantastic weed a friend of a friend grows in his wardrobe’. “Girl, I was talking about going out tonight!” Even if he tried so hard to keep his voice volume low, he couldn’t really make it “I know how to escape from this prison” “Woah?! Really?!” As Danny heard ‘going out’ he suddenly felt excited. Twenty days closed in that hotel and now the only thing he really wanted was going out – without being eliminated from the challenge, of course. “Yes, please say we will. My room is the one next to Derienne’s and I swear if I heard her or any of those airheads laugh again I will put a gun in my head and pull the trigger” Jay took his hands in Dannys’, looking at him with puppy eyes. “Party!” Was the only thing Danny said, and Jay knew that was one of the 100 ways of Danny for saying yes, so he came back to his seat and giggled “at 10p.m. in front of the elevator, ok?” Danny nodded as he kept staring at the window – he caught Roy’s reflection and sighed. He wanted to invite him so bad. Something that meant “we’re not just two people that play together – we can be friends too, and friends go together in a club”. Hell, that’s exactly what he was going to tell him.

Hours later, Roy opened his door as someone knocked it. He was expecting it to be Benjamin – they had to join Shane and Greg for a drink. He was really surprised to see Danny instead. “Do you want to come out?” He started off suddenly, nervous as hell. During dinner Roy wouldn’t even gave him a second look, so all the discourse he prepared in the bus was a bunch of bullshits at that moment. “Out?” “Outside! We need to celebrate my win!” “You know it’s forbidden… do you?” “Yes I do. But being closed here is boring! So, so, so boring! Jay flirted with a concierge and he said he will let us use the back door. There’s a club, it’s not that far away and let’s be honest – none of the episode are already broadcasted, no one would recognize us out of drag” Danny put on the hood of his worn out hoodie. He tried to look funny and managed to get a smile out of him, but nothing happened. “Jay? Laganja? The one that makes you cry and furious?” Asked Roy ignoring most of the words Danny said. “When we’re not in the studios she’s still the same old chola I met years ago. Come on, Roy! We can have a drink and dance together” Danny tried to pull him closer, but Roy pushed him away as he shook his head. “I don’t get you. And no, I’m not coming. Shane invited me and others to have a drink at the hotel’s bar” Roy saw Danny’s smile disappearing from his face as he spoke “I thought you knew it.” The younger had nothing to reply. Of course the awesome Shane didn’t tell him anything. He has been speaking only with the older queens, the ones that were thought to be potential winners. Roy looked at the clock in the wall. In a moment Ben would be out of his room, which happened to be the one in front of Roy’s. He didn’t want him to see Danny in front of his room. Eventually, Danny spoke – and tried to be as natural as he could “No I didn’t, but… Hey! The hotel bar? I thought that was our place!” “And I thought you didn’t need to bitching in some unknown club” answered back Roy impatient. “You are jealous? If you ask, I’m not going to dance with anyone” Danny blinked “No, I’m just concerned” he crossed his arm. Please, please, please go. Danny sighed – how many time did Roy made him sigh that day?! “I will knock your door when I’ll come back” that was his last try. This was his night, he won the challenge and has every right to be treated as a queen. He wanted to celebrate and wanted Roy to be part of this moment of absolute joy – but he couldn’t force him. Not so much, at least. “Don’t bother” Roy didn’t wait for any replay, but closed his door as soon as he finished the sentence.

Later, Roy reached Shane, Greg and Ben. They talked about a lot oh things while drinking, but Roy was (as Shane noticed) extremely quiet. Too much for being him. Actually, Roy was thinking about how harsh he was with Danny. He didn’t deserve it. He was trying really hard to being friends with Roy – but he couldn’t help. He needed to stay focus on the race and nothing more. Especially, he didn’t want to give to the others something to gossip about. During the night he kept his profile low, laughing when needed and agreeing with everything has been said. Shane noticed it. Not that he was stalking Roy, but that attitude he kept having since yesterday seemed really strange. “Roy, are you fine? You didn’t say anything” eventually, Shane tried to do something. Maybe it wasn’t the right time, but he wanted to make sure that it wasn’t something serious. “Maybe he’s still burning about Adore’s victory” Greg suggested. “Guys, can you believe it?” Roy opened his mouth in a very fake shocked way “She basically won because I’m too kind for this race and cinched her!”. The others queen laughed. They kept on talking about the episode they just aired and, as Roy imagined, he found out that Greg was pretty a blabbermouth person. He had shades for every queen, and Roy shuddered at the thought of what he could have said about him. At 1a.m., the bartender asked politely the queens to leave “We are closing” he apologized before cleaning the tables.

“So sorry the night’s over…” said Ben in a whisper as they arrived in front of the elevator. “Maybe not…” Shane answered back with a vicious smile, revealing he had a bottle of champagne hidden under his sweatshirt. “You Aussie bitch! Were did you took it?” “The bartender didn’t saw me so…” his laugh made the others doing the same. Roy felt a bit relieved. Those old chicks really helped him being a bit more cheerful and God, he really needed it. “Ok ladies, let’s go to my room” Roy proposed. It was kind of selfish of him, but he was sure that Danny would shown up at the end of his night of celebrations – and he didn’t want to be alone with him “and toast to these Aussies that stole our alcohol…” “…And the crown” Shane added, skipping in the hallway.

As soon as Greg and Ben decided it was time to go back to their rooms and exited Roy’s, Shane seized the opportunity “Ok, now you can tell me.” “Tell you what?” Roy looked at Shane puzzled. He noticed that during the evening Shane was suspicious towards him – as if he had done something strange. “What was today’s scene?” Ah, that’s the reason. “I thought that was the right thing to do, that’s all. I don’t really think of Adore as a competitor – I’m not scared of her, that’s why I cinched her” “You’re not scared by anyone” she sighed “But we both know I’m not talking about that scene. ‘Do I have a hot body now’?!” Shane tried to imitated Adore and Roy laughed, having to admit he was pretty good at it. But still, he had to play naïve “Shane, sorry, I still don’t get it.” “Well, I think we’re kind of…friends? So I can tell you.” The blonde set his glass down and looked at Roy right in the eyes “After episode five, I felt something different. Are you and Adore… a thing?” “What?!” Court shrugged “It was just a sensation” Roy was nervous. Bianca was a comedy queen, acting was something she should be used to. He thought that – to a certain extent – he should have gained enough self-confidence with Bianca’s help. In his out of drag life yes, he was sarcastic and harsh and all those kind of things – but at that moment he felt weak, extremely weak “You realized you’re basically asking me if I’m having an affair with Danny?” “Yes” “And not someone, but Danny. Who is fourteen years younger than me?” “He’s kind of hot for being in his early twenties…” “Bullshits” Roy was almost gasping. He felt nervous and attacked, and Shane could tell it. “Look Roy, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sound judgmental or something like that. Let’s pretend I didn’t say anything, ok?” Roy collapse into his bed “Don’t.” He breathed deeply “As you said, at this point we’re kind of friends” and that was the moment he started telling him anything. About the meeting with the producer, the deal and so on. He was the one who told Danny not to tell anyone and now he was spit it out – after four days. Good job Roy, he thought drinking what was left on his glass. “The thing is,” he said eventually “I’m not the type of person who does those kind of things. That’s not me” Shane was wide mouthed. He was sure there was something between them… but a contract? That was insane “Then why did you accepted in first place?” curiosity captured him – he wanted to know everything. A part of him was almost jealous: there was obviously something between them that enchanted the producers. He wondered how it felt, having such a strong connection with someone without even knowing it. “I… I don’t know. Danny was talking about opportunities and so on…” And then Shane did something Roy wasn’t expecting at all. He laughed, he laughed so hard he cried “Bianca Del Rio fucked up by a teenager” he dried a tear “Roy” he became suddenly serious “No one pushes you. No one pushed you. If you don’t want to do that, then stop. I’m sure Danny will understand.” Roy was about to reply, but got interrupted by a knock on his door.

Danny and Jay didn’t drink that much. Just few drinks, offered by some random guys. But Danny couldn’t enjoy the night as he hoped for. His mind was elsewhere – did he offended Roy in any way? Nah. He advised Roy he was going to be flirty as hell, he should have expected it. Maybe he didn’t like him at all? Not even by chance? That could be the first time someone rejects his attentions and, for the record, it hurts pretty much. Danny excused himself from a guy he’s been dancing around all night. He was cute, tall and his skin was milky – but in the end he couldn’t care less about him. He should have stayed in the hotel, forcing Roy to talk and then trying to spend some time with him. That was what he was supposed to do – staying with someone with whom Danny shared an important part of this journey. That fucking granpa ruined everything. “I want to go home” said Danny as he found Jay again in the crowd. He realized it was almost 2a.m. and he wanted to see if Roy was still awake and ready to talk. “Why?” Asked Jay, back from the bar with a tray of shots “the bartender gives us this!” “You know, I’m tired and all this stuff… Can we please go home?” Asked Danny again. Jay knew that if he would have said no, Danny would still have going home – even without him “Let’s drink one or two of this shots and then we’ll come back home, ok girl?”

What were those shots made from? Danny couldn’t tell, the only thing he knew was that they were strong enough and suddenly he wasn’t sober anymore. He still wanted to see Roy, but he wasn’t sure it was going to be a good idea. Hell, he wasn’t even sure how many of them did he drink. He stayed silent all the way back to the hotel partly because they were hiding from the hotel staff, partly because his mind was wandering. “Ew, that’s the bitch’s room” said harshly Jay when the walked next to Roy’s room Fuck off, I’m doing it. Danny reversed his steps and reached for the door. “What are you doing?!” “I told him I’ll inform him!” “You what?” Asked Jay surprised, but Danny didn’t respond since he had already knocked the door. Was he sleeping? He couldn’t tell whether Roy was going to open or not. He smiled, thinking of him half asleep and with a hideous pajama. That’s why Danny was surprised to see Roy in the same clothes he was wearing in the evening, and not in night clothes, and most of all… he wasn’t alone? Was that Shane?! “Oh, I thought you were alone” were the only words Danny was able to say. He saw Roy’s expression becoming from happy to nervous in a heartbeat. “I told you we were going to have a drink” “In the hotel’s bar, not in your room” Danny pointed. Jay opened his eyes wide. Why was Danny acting like that? Why was he worried for that grandpa? “Queens! No worries, I’m going to my room. Jay, you should too” Shane stepped in between Roy and Danny, smiling.

Roy and Danny stared at each other in silence until they heard Shane’s door being closed. Danny, leaning in the arch of the door, breathed and then finally spoke “I should be the one you are inviting to your room” and pointed the ‘I’ as if it was a matter of fact. “Danny. First of all, it’s just a drink – and you missed Ben and Greg for just a second. Second, I don’t need to give you any explanation” “But I…” “Also, you were the one that went to the club.” Roy knew he sounded too way fatherly, but he couldn’t help. That was his way to compensate his irritability “With Laganja, “added “and you smell like alcohol, how much did you drink?” “Not that much, I’m not drunk” Danny stamped his feet in temper. Duh, by acting this way you’re basically proving Roy’s right. “Go to sleep Danny” for once, Roy sounded caring. He had no point in fighting with someone who pretended not to be (a little) drunk. Danny looked at him, biting his lower lip “Why didn’t you asked me to join you and the others?” “I…” in a moment, Roy thought of what Shane told him minutes before – all that shits about being sincere sounded good “I’m so uncomfortable Danny. I know I should take it easy, but I don’t. ‘Cause I have to pretend and that’s not me. I’ve always been honest, brutally honest. And I thought I could resist, chatting with you and stuff, but I have never felt so under pressure before. And I can’t stand why it seems so easy for you.” “You know we can stop whenever we won’t, don’t you?” He waited for Roy to nod and then continued “maybe for me it’s really easier. Maybe because I’ve always admired you and you look so fascinating to me. So maybe I have a childish crush on you – that’s why I don’t mind being around Bianca as I did in those days” he paused, breathing “was it too much? Fuck, I didn’t mean to confess you” Roy looked at him. Danny’s cheeks were a bit redder than before. It’s not his fault – I’m the stupid one. “One of the best confession someone has ever done to me” he said playfully “Thank you. Not for the confession, I mean” “If you want to stop now, just tell me. I won’t mind, really.” Danny has never looked so serious and mature before – that’s what Roy thought as he was looking him right in the eyes. “No, let’s give our fake relationship another shot” he decided suddenly “if all else fails, we would have found a friend in each other. And here, in this race, I really need a real friend.” “Are we friends?!” Danny wondered how much did he drink. “Yes, I’d really like to.” Danny looked over the other guy’s shoulder. In the wooden table there still was the champagne, half full “Why don’t we toast to this friendship by finishing the bottle?” He proposed “Why do you always propose me to drink?” “Because I want you to get drunk and then take advantage of the situation” he joked, and a smile peeked on his face “Just kidding” “Don’t make me regret it and enter” “Wait. Is it kind of a date?” Roy laughed, letting Danny enter in his room. Immediately Danny jumped in his bed “hey, at least put your shoes off” said falsely pissed Roy, giving him a glass. Actually he didn’t want him to stay in his bed, but he couldn’t complain about everything. For that day he has been grumpy enough. “Join me” replied nonchalantly Danny, patting the space next to him in the bed. Roy obeyed “Danny” he started after minutes of silence “I’m really sorry, for being a grumpy all those days” “For a moment I thought it was the actual you. I got scared” The older one felt more relaxed. He hadn’t sleep well in those days, but since the biggest cause of his stress was gone, he was dead tired. “No I’m… an ordinary person, I suppose. Nothing noteworthy” “Don’t be humble, it doesn’t suit you” Danny placed his head on Roy’s shoulder “shall we watch tv? Late night programs are the trashiest” Roy smiled “Ok, but just thirty minutes. I really need to sleep”

Thirty minutes passed, but Danny didn’t really want to leave. He felt comfortable next to Roy – even staying like this. He wasn’t the type of person that enjoyed silence, but in that moment he didn’t need to add a single word to that situation. Was it too much asking Roy to stay? He has been silent since they started watching tv. “I’m going to sleep here” he tried. He was ready for a harsh replay, but it didn’t come. Roy was already asleep. Danny placed a blanket over them and closed his eyes.

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bakurakaboom-blog · 7 years

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Starbomb Ch. 5

Fandom: BNHA Pairing: Bakugou x Uraraka Genre: Romance and Comedy probably Chapter Summary: Bakugou has a weird dream about Uraraka and cannot bring himself to face her. Hurt, Uraraka tracks him down at his favorite arcade and attempts to at least play a game with him. A/N: I’m continuing this on this blog. Btw.

Bakugou opened the door to his dorm room, and on his bed, a matured, exceptionally voluptuous Uraraka lied curled up with her long, brown hair sprawled across the silky red sheets - waiting for him. She wore his t-shirt and his socks and his underwear! How did she even get ahold of something like that?

"Hey, Katsuki," she sang as she yawned.

What? Katsuki? Only his family called him that.

His body acted on its own as he lifted her shirt and pulled down her shorts. His hands began to roam her body with reckless abandon.

"Oh, Katsuki," she sang in a different pitch.

"Haha. You like that, huh?" He would never say something like that!

Her reddened cheeks and frequent, happy gasps made her look like an idiot to him. And as sweat dripped down her face, he followed each drop with his eyes down to her giant, open smile. Drool gathered in the corners of her mouth. Even as his hands wandered to squishy places, his stare fixated on her face before he lowered to kiss her with an astounding thirst.

His hands wandered for certain spots.

Touching right there caused that kind of note.

And down there caused that kind of note in a different octave.

He played her like an instrument. As he groped her, her voice inched higher.

"You're the best, Bakugou," she managed to moan.

That situation escalated into new, rhythmic motions and from there into ecstatic sensations that he had yet to feel through combat with a fraction of the physical exertion that he ever put into training.

Then, he felt the most pleasurable explosion he had ever unleashed.

When Bakugou woke up from the apparent dream, he realized that he ruined his sheets. "What the fuck was that!?" he yelled.

Uraraka had tried to interact with Bakugou earlier the following day. She attempted conversations with him, and she even tried to compliment him. To no avail, he shot her down. He had shielded his face from her all day by either turning his entire body away or burying his head in his crossed arms. His actions caused her to check her face a few times in the mirror.

Midoriya may have done that a few times in the past, but he certainly never growled while doing so. Plus, Midoriya would always at least attempt conversing with her.

When she finally saw Bakugou's face after class, every inch had reddened to the hue of his crimson eyes as he twitched and convulsed with what she thought to be hatred. He must have been outraged with her. Following her glimpse of his profile, he about-faced and walked in the opposite direction.

Before his shift in demeanor, they had civil interactions. On the days of their late excursions to see Kotone, they met in the gym for an even later night workout. Then, suddenly, he vanished from her routine. Maybe she complimented him too much, or maybe she poked fun at him too much.

She tried to replay the past few days to see what she may have done wrong.

By the time the weekend arrived, she had noticed her gut feel heavy and a bit emptier. When she passed by Bakugou's dorm room, she lingered near the idea of knocking and confronting him for a chance at rekindling their delicate friendship. If she waltzed up to his private quarters, then he'd almost definitely lash out at her for invading his personal space. That wouldn't work.

Since they lived on the same floor, she overheard Kirishima invite him to an arcade. While she could have brought Iida and Midoriya along, she knew that would be fighting the fire with oil. Bakugou hated them. Instead, she opted to go alone.

On the way there, she assured herself that she wasn't stalking Bakugou. Rather, she practiced some investigative field work to understand her allies. If she could somehow find a way to cooperate with the most stubborn and callous person in her class, then maybe she'd work towards an S-rank cooperativeness grade one day.

No, she didn't have to justify her actions. Genuinely, she wanted to be on good terms with her partner. Just a few days ago, she would tell anyone if they asked that she had made progress.

Uraraka stopped to gulp down a lump in her throat. While she would not be as naive as to assume that she captured Bakugou into a friendship, she mourned his company.

Her family had sent her a bit of spending money. Putting aside the money that she bought had plagued her conscience. Plus, what if this was the wrong arcade?

Nearly an hour passed, and she checked over her shoulder every moment. Maybe she should have invited her friends. If Midoriya were there, then she wouldn't feel like she had squandered her money. However, as she dug through her bag for her final token, she held out hope that Bakugou would show up and make the entire effort worthwhile.

She climbed into an alien-killing game located in a secluded booth and began to load her last token before the black curtains ruffled and ash blond hair poked through. Her already alert eyes grew and glimmered as her heart nearly leaped from her chest. "Bakugou!" she cheered as she eagerly pulled his arm towards her.

A tingling sensation rose to her face as she grinned. All that waiting was worthwhile after all.

"What?" said Bakugou. Of all the games in the building, he played that one the most. And, of all the times he visited that cheap arcade, he had never seen Uraraka there before. "What the hell is going on?" This encounter had to be some intervention.

"Come! Play this with me. Don't tell me that you think I'm gonna beat you," challenged Uraraka as she pointed at Bakugou's face with her free hand just like she rehearsed.

Somehow, his depraved sexual dream dissolved into nothing when he laid eyes on Uraraka's untainted, rosy cheeks. A girl like that couldn't possibly make a face like the woman in his nocturnal fantasy. He sprang at the chance to banter back and mischievously smirked, "Beat me? At Planet of Devastation: Vile Panic Strikes Back? Think again, round-face."

Uraraka showed her teeth when she grinned until she could hardly see through her elated eyes. So then, they had regained their peculiar bond like nothing ever happened. If she could withhold her curiosity of why he acted the way he did, then she just knew that they would have a pleasant time.

Picking up her last coin, she pushed it into the slot. They could enjoy that one game together.

The game began.

A slight notion of doom settled into Bakugou's chest as soon as he sat down next to Uraraka. A unique type of nervous energy rattled his limbs for a few moments before he gulped. Their shoulders grazed each other, and the sudden contact beckoned for him to glance over at her black tank top.

Then, again their shoulders brushed when she leaned over to take a shot at an approaching virtual enemy.

Once more.

Bakugou would have destroyed the toy gun in his hand if he had any less restraint. Grounding his teeth, he cursed upon looking at the score, "Shit." If Uraraka had have worn something that didn't reveal the eye-catching cleavage of her feminine chest, then he would have won. He would have voiced that excuse if it weren't a potential future weakness of his that she could exploit. The fact that he gave a speck of a shit about her fashion choice endlessly irritated him.

By the images of his dreams, he knew what lied beneath that thin cloth anyway.

"Ugh," complained Bakugou. He acknowledged that he shouldn't have allowed his mind to wander back to his NIGHTMARE. Retracting his arm closer to his body, he attempted to keep an adequate distance.

Uraraka thought to herself with authentic disappointment, "I didn't think you'd hold back." A frown dropped onto her face.

Regardless, she couldn't even play a rematch, for she had spent her last coin.

When he didn't respond, she jumped at the opportunity to excuse herself. If she had to admit her poverty in front of him again, she'd probably die. Forcing a yawn, she said, "I was thinking about heading back to the dorms. I'm kinda tired, ya know?" She stretched her arms into the air. "Maybe that can be our rematch for the Sports Festival."

If she wanted to go, then she probably shouldn't have said that.

Bakugou, who, at the time, withdrew into his thoughts to understand what went wrong decided that he rather cover her with his overshirt. And why the fuck did she have to stretch like that? Didn't she know that her breasts bounced when she did that? She pulled that shit in his dream, too.

He shook his head to rid his thoughts and instinctually growled at the flippant remark. "This isn't a fucking rematch. I'm gonna kick your ass for saying that later. Plus, that win is bogus without another round," he grumbled as he shoved coins into the slots. "If you take this seriously, then stop yawning."

"Okay," she agreed as she bit her bottom lip and nodded with a small smile. Uraraka saw that he paid without any snarky remarks, and when the realization hit her, she didn't know how to react. She wouldn't be able to pay him back if he asked - maybe with the few tickets she won. If she thanked him, then he'd probably immediately jump out of the game.

Meanwhile, she noticed her heavy breathing as she glanced over at him with a buoyant heart and a glittery sensation in her cheeks. Maybe she needed to think a little less.

As he slaughtered her in the following round, Uraraka witnessed an amazing combo of 100 kills and joyously squealed, "You're amazing, Bakugou!"

He stopped pulling the trigger and froze in place as his eye twitched and mouth contorted into a tight frown. She moaned those words in his dream. Maybe the two Urarakas had more similarities than he initially thought. Shaking his head again, he reminded himself of the context, and when he narrowly escaped with a victory, he noticed her wide-eyed, obvious stare linger on his face.

Her eyebrows furrowed as she frowned once more. "Sorry. Was that too much?" she asked. "You keep making that twitchy face."

Taking off his black over-shirt, he threw it at her. "No! I'm fine! I just haven't played this in a while, and these cheapskates need to turn up the AC," lied Bakugou.

"Really? I'm actually a little chilly. I shouldn't have worn something so thin. So, thanks, I guess," replied Uraraka as she stuck out her tongue.

"Then hurry up and put it on!" he urged. His shoulders rigidly hunched with each word.

She jumped at the sudden gravity in his growl. "Wah? Put it on? Are you sure?" However, she dressed in his edgy, skull t-shirt. At least, she felt a little warmer. Pleasantly melting into her seat, she raised her eyebrows when she noticed Bakugou shove more coins in for another game.

"Best 3 out of 5, round-face. I'm going to murder you."

"Okay," she nodded as she stifled verbal gratitude and grabbed her toy gun.

Kirishima passed by a few games as he searched for Bakugou. He had suddenly disappeared. Over the past few days, he noticed that Bakugou seemed a lot more flustered and would lash out at anyone around him. Twitchy and boisterous, he even yelled at Kaminari the day before. Then, when they went out to the arcade, he kept his distance and played games alone for the most part.

Something changed, and when he spotted Bakugou across the room in a shadowed booth of his favorite game, he began to stride towards them. That was until he noticed his companion - a girl!

So that was why Bakugou ditched their sparring sessions for the gym on some nights. Maybe they worked out together. Kirishima honestly thought he had taken an interest in Uraraka, but he hadn't seen them converse all that week.

When Bakugou emerged from the game, Kirishima gasped and subsequentially ducked when he caught sight of the girl. She was Uraraka! Covering his mouth, he pumped his fist. "Alright, Bakugou!" he cheered under his breath.

Wait. Did they switch shirts?

Oh man, Kirishima invited Kaminari to come along, but if he wanted today to go smoothly for his friend, he would have to cancel. So, he texted him, "Hey, Bakugou bailed, so let's go to the shitty place closer to the dorm instead."

Meanwhile, Uraraka tried to think of an adequate excuse to get out of revealing her empty wallet to Bakugou. However, he pointed at game after game and shoved coins from his pocket into the slots. She figured that he enjoyed having a punching bag since she had virtually no talent with video games. Maybe something with hand-eye coordination like Dance Dance Revolution would have been better, but she couldn't picture Bakugou playing something that embarrassing.

Bakugou heard Uraraka giggle to herself. Why would she giggle? Was she having fun?

He had no reason to pay mind to what she wanted to play. He had a strict routine of games that he played every time he visited that particular location, but he noticed how fast he burned through his stock of coins. Since Kirishima ditched him, he needed someone to help him get the maximum amount of tickets.

That would be his excuse for letting her stick around. Though, he curiously awaited every second they spent together.

They wouldn't be able to play his typical final game. He noticed her eye the skeeball. They wouldn't get a lot of tickets from that, but if she were good at it, then maybe they could get enough for an adequate prize.

Without warning, he loaded his tokens and turned back to her. "This is really fucking easy, so if you don't get any tickets, then I'll kill you."

Careful not to acknowledge that he willfully paid for her, she raised her eyebrows at his eagerness to play. What a success that day had been. They played together all day like friends would. Even though he cursed and swore at every opportunity, the atmosphere kept a smile on her face. With a spring in her step, she grabbed a ball with the palm of her hands and melodically rolled it up the ramp and directly to the center.

"Jackpot!" alerted the machine as it spat over 1,000 tickets out.

"What? Look, Bakugou!" shouted Uraraka as she jumped and grabbed his arm. "I got the jackpot on the first try!"

Their cheeks centimeters apart, Bakugou scratched his collarbone as he urgently smothered a growing smile until he proudly smirked. Allowing her to hang onto him for a few moments more, he wondered why he didn't want to attack her.

Racing heart, euphoria, and a bit of nausea - that's what he felt with Uraraka by his side.

His palms dripped with sweat. Although they certainly could not continue playing in their position, he failed to push her way and instead groaned, "Alright, round face, keep rolling. We're gonna run out of time."

When she separated from him, she hesitated to continue playing and pulled at a strand of her hair. Maybe she got ahead of herself, for she could have sworn that she saw him smile, too.

Uraraka nearly screamed and cried when she noticed the time on her phone. The cafeteria closed half an hour before. Desperate tears gathered in the corners of her eyes as they stood around the prize booth. Quickly, she wiped her face before saying, "Well, this was fun, Bakugou. We should do this again sometime. Maybe I'll actually beat you at something besides skeeball," she laughed before twirling around to the exit.

His firm hand gripped her shoulder and jerked her back. "Where the fuck do you think you're going?" growled Bakugou. "We're going to the same place."

She gasped and pointed to a green shirt that looked like the skin of green grenade. "Bakugou, that's perfect. Did you see that?"

Bakugou narrowed his eyes at the article of clothing and slammed his tickets on the counter. "Give that to me!" he demanded. The cashier handed the t-shirt to him with a lofty sigh. "Uraraka, hurry up and get something. I don't want to stay in this dump anymore."

"Me? Uh," Uraraka stammered. "Okay. I want that necklace with the star." Pointing to the yellow, Mario-esque, chubby star on a silver chain, she sucked in her lips to prevent a prevalent smile. She knew not to thank him.

The heroine's stomach growled on their way out the building. She dangled the chain in front of her face and gave herself a victory sign. A token a friendship and triumph hung in her hands. Not every day and certainly not everyone got a chance to befriend the class pugilist. Maybe she felt a little too excited. Her heart hadn't calmed for a while.

Then, again, she was probably just hungry.

As they walked down a darkening city street, neon lights shined on the various storefronts. If only she hadn't spent her money at the arcade, then she'd be able to at least stop at a street vendor.

Bakugou made a turn away from the direction of their school.

In turn, Uraraka stood at the crossroads and watched as Bakugou continued into the shopping district. He glared over his shoulder and said, "Stop standing there like a fucking idiot."

He would never admit this, but Uraraka had bonuses that came along with her useful quirk. He found appeal in the way Uraraka's hair curved around her round face, and the melody of her laugh pleased him as well. Her energetic and passionate adulation boosted his gaming performance, too. Their proximity gave him a rush especially on the off moments their arms bumped into each other.

As he walked, he enjoyed the warmth of her stare on his back.

Rubbing his neck, he figured he had many rational reasons to keep her by his side.

Uraraka sweat bullets the entire stroll to the restaurant of Bakugou's whim, and when she pointed out a familiar, Japanese restaurant, he scolded her for thinking she had any choice in the matter before he entered the traditional style building anyway.

"Don't tell me you're fucking broke. This is the cheapest damn place on the block. I guess poor people like you have to ask for food," Bakugou taunted as he pulled out his wallet that had just enough money to cover her as well. However, being the sadistic guy that he was, he wanted to hear her beg. After all, he already said that he'd take care of her one day. If she wanted to be stubborn enough to reject that offer, then he would have to push her until she came crawling.

Smirking, he glanced up and expected his intimidation to get through to her. Sure, sweat jumped from her glistening face, but her pensive stare furrowed in the direction of her bag. Her permanent blush at the tips of her cheeks paled in comparison to the fluster that he imagined. Why didn't his taunt affect her? He realized that she had run out of money back at the arcade.

A bright, toothy grin popped onto her face as she revealed her plan in the form of a small ticket. "It's okay, cuz I've got some coupons!" she boasted. In fact, she hardly heard Bakugou's rant about her poverty. Holding up two fingers, she added, "2 for 1. I got a whole bunch, so get whatever you want. I got one for a free dessert, too."

Bakugou then wondered how he could ever win over someone as independent as her. He censured with a scoff, "Fuckin' mooch."

Standing up, she dropped everything she held onto the table and lowered her head. "Bakugou," she muttered in a low, shaking voice. "I know you paid for the games we played together because I ran out of money. I was really happy that we could have lots of fun together. And, I know you said you'd pay for me when I got older. But, I don't want that. Quit bullying me for not being able to buy the things that I want."

When Bakugou witnessed her try to leave their booth, his chest wrung and he reluctantly blurted, "Don't tell me you dragged me to this shitty place just to leave me here." He had doubted he could debilitate her that easily, yet there she was - abruptly fleeing from him.

Even though she needed to wipe her face, she knew that doing so would let him know of the tears that fell from her eyes. "I'm trying to be a pro hero. I'm doing my best, and I'm gonna use this damn coupon," she demanded before she plopped back down into her seat.

That side was the girl that Bakugou wanted to see.

He smirked at the fruit of his berating. After all, how many people got to see the gutsy face of Uraraka?

When the waitress came around, Bakugou ordered, "Give me the mapo tofu."

"Me too!" added Uraraka before she corrected her urgent and passionate outburst. "I mean, me, too!"

"How plucky," thought Bakugou as he averted his gaze to the window beside them. He stared at her reflection instead, for looking at her directly on caused his heart to race too fast to the point that he hardly felt like stuffing food into his mouth. In fact, in that moment, he hungered for days like that with her over everything else.

"I'm sorry for blowing up like that," Uraraka apologized. "I should have thanked you earlier, but I was afraid that you'd get mad and leave."

Bakugou had no response. Her thanks meant nothing. Alone, her gratitude neither angered him nor pleased him.

"Now, I'm not gonna back down. I'll tell you whatever I'm thinking because no matter what you're probably gonna get angry, right?" Uraraka laughed as she sipped on the water that the waitress served to her. For that spicy meal, she would probably need a lot.

No, he felt obligated to pay for her as long as she stayed by his side. As she spoke, he shifted from side to side in his seat. He wanted to be with her because he found her company more enjoyable than exploding objects and enemies. These sentiments failed to come to fruition in his silenced mind. Instead, he focused on his growling stomach.

After they had finished eating, Bakugou abruptly snatched the coupon from under Uraraka's nose and threw it across the room while she chugged down the rest of her water.

The anti-gravity girl wondered if he harbored rancor against the ordeal after their "heart to heart." Maybe she held a one sided confrontation with him instead of the breakthrough conversation that she imagined. Bending down, she retrieved the small, crumbled ticket from beneath a table. When she returned, she asked, "Hey, Bakugou, why'd you do that?"

Quickly, he snatched the small sheet of paper from her, blew it up, and then rushed out the building with a frightening shade of blood red illuminating his face.

"What?" she shrieked. What was she supposed to do? That was her only way to pay. Maybe she had another coupon or enough cash to cover her part. She gulped as her trembling hands navigated the pockets of her bag. Why would he do something like that? This predicament was her fault for getting close to Bakugou.

If he used this whole day just to make a fool out of her, then she had no reason to hope for a better friendship. Her chest tightened as tears came to the corners of her eyes. The stress in her heart worsened over her thoughts and memories with Bakugou rather than her monetary dilemma.

The waitress approached her and bowed, "Have a good night."

"Wah?" Uraraka gasped, "I didn't pay."

"Your boyfriend paid for you," explained the waitress. "Young love is tricky like that I suppose."

Boyfriend? Did she mean Bakugou? Before she could think to correct her, Uraraka made eye contact with Bakugou through the window as a grin burst onto her face. He had been waiting for her. She carelessly allowed her residual tears to fall from her eyes as she watched him turn away. Darting down the aisles and out the door, she wanted to hug him, but she knew that would be a straight ticket to a sordid scorn.

Instead, she clasped her hands together behind her back and tried to catch up to him. She noted in a sing-song voice, "You waited for me, and you paid. Thank you a lot. Today was amazing! I had lots of fun."

He tried to pick up the pace so that she didn't see his heated face. "Don't think anything special is happening. I don't want to be seen with people that miss curfew. And," he stammered with a brief pause. "I only had that kind of bill, and I didn't feel like waiting for the change, so consider yourself lucky."

"You're the meanest good guy I know," Uravity pointed out as she stroked the star chain that hung around her neck.

"I don't give a fuck what you think."

Uraraka mused out loud as she looked to the sky, "I hope we have more days like this, you know? Only, next time I'll make sure I can pay for myself. Maybe I could even pay for a meal for you." Of course, she knew that she would have to ride the Bakugou rollercoaster a few more times before she could handle nausea and stress of it all. However, simply hanging out with him outweighed his volatile idiosyncrasies.

"You're never going to fucking pay for me! I already told you how things will go after we get," the blond began until he trailed off because, for some stupid reason, he felt as if reminding her of their future marriage exposed a desire that had dug deeper into his mind than he could handle. With all his might, as he panted and seethed, he could not force out the word "married."

Something inside Bakugou grew as he gulped, and he didn't know how to kill it. However, the next day he had a lot more gusto in his work out.

#kacchako #bakuraka #bakugou x uraraka #katsuki bakugou #uraraka ochako #boku no hero academia

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babydarkstar · 7 years

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R u still accepting reylo prompts? Here is one;Kylo is a KGB spy and Rey is from MI6 while they are trying to prevent each other getting a very important file, a feeling starts growing (old years)

hell yes nonnie, i’m always open for prompts! (btw, LOVED this one) this is a little different from what i usually write. and it’s a little graphic. actually just kidding it’s graphic af, read with caution.

i hope i did okay at a slow burn in the one gigantic chapter i allowed myself to write for this. some of the historical stuff i wrote is a lil bit unrealistic, but for the sake of fiction pls forgive.

angst. sassy mouths. blood. rough foreplay?

enjoy.

a petite playlist to accompany your reading:

catapult - arctic monkeys;

cherry - lana del rey;

wham bam shang-a-lang - silver;

express yourself - charles wright & the watts 103rd street rhythm band

this short is lovingly dedicated to @coupdefoudrey as something to soothe the ache that has plagued her (and all of us) as of recent. much love and happiness to you, coupy. i hope with all my heart that you like it.

xx anya

If his whisper splits the mist, just think of what he’s capable of with his kiss…

Any other night, she could have handled this.

Any other night, she could have taken the job in stride and done what any one of her other fellow agents were capable of.

But this wasn’t any other night, and any other agent couldn’t do what she could.

Highly sensitive data on American nuclear advancements had found its way into the wrong hands and would soon be transferred to a third-party organization that sought to use it for destruction. Since it landed in the UK, it was Rey’s job to obtain the file to be returned to its rightful place behind allied US borders. Easy enough, but only on paper.

Data never found itself someplace easy. It always had to be in someone’s home, or in a vault. This data was at a party.

No matter how upscale the venue, the sixties held fast to the glitz and glamour of the cigarette, deigning it almost a staple at each and every dinner party the decade hosted. This party was no exception. Smoke clouded the room in a grey haze, impairing her line of vision and forcing her to remain acutely alert. She was beginning to regret her decision to stay up researching in the archives at the office instead of going home to sleep a few extra hours before heading to where she sat now. No sleep. No back-up, either. The assignment held a certain level of secrecy that few knew about, and the other two souls executing the plan believed her to be the Prodigal Son of field work, not in need of a team to help her.

As she scanned the area for exits, obstacles, and possible setbacks, her breath caught in her throat at the one person she had prayed wouldn’t be there. Dread filled in the pit of her stomach as her fears were confirmed. Her eyes trained on the back of his head with laser-sharp focus, willing that she burn a hole into his brain to prevent him from mucking this up. And she tried to glance away, but before she could he turned his head and they locked eyes. Her heart stuttered in her chest, an anxious and irritated hiccup that only occurred when she found herself in his presence. She should have put a bullet between those dark eyes long ago, but the opportunity never arose when she could.

Often times, the second they met each other’s gaze, the clock started ticking to see who could grab the objective first. They would race, biting and kicking and scratching, scrapping like strays over food. She was prepared to lunge from her seat the moment he slipped into the crowd, fully prepared to chase him and tackle him in order to keep him from those coordinates.

So imagine her surprise when he instead strode towards her like she was an old friend. A stark-white cigarette hung loosely from his lips, unlit and begging to be shoved down the throat of the man attached to it. He walked with an unavoidable confidence that turned heads, but she quickly averted her eyes and pretended not to notice his advancing figure, still looking away even as he stood before her. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw him lean against the bar, resting on his forearm as leisurely as if this were nothing more than a simple get-together between companions.

In drifted a familiar voice from beside her: “Care to offer me a light?”

Her blood boiled and she clenched her fists at her sides, hoping to relieve the pressure she felt building up. She had never wanted to see his face again after the last time they encountered one another. Yet she supposed it would seem strange or rude to any onlookers if she were to continue ignoring him, so she forced herself to look up at him with somewhat of a neutral expression.

He was surveying the clusters of people dispersed throughout the room, gaze distant, but his upturned mouth told her otherwise. She studied him with a vague curiosity, as this was the first time they weren’t covered in blood and sweat, hidden by the darkness of night. Even in Rey’s eyes, he was handsome, but in a tragic and devious sort of way. Deceptively warm brown eyes lured in anyone who stared, and his pale face held constellations of beauty marks, a flawed yet nicely put together canvas completed with plump, pouty lips and dark hair. His features meshed together in such a way as to make him stand out above the rest, but he stood out to her for entirely different reasons. Lethal reasons, specifically.

“Ren,” she said, her voice clipped and precise. It was not their first interaction; they had come to know each other through a series of unfortunate events, many of which involved scaling buildings and firing off guns at each other, sweat dripping off their brow as they kept each other from taking what they both believed to be rightfully theirs. Removing the unlit cigarette from his mouth, he took her hand into his and pressed a burning kiss on her skin in greeting. She wanted to throttle him, her heart was beating so fast.

“Kenobi,” he purred smugly in that Russian drawl, glancing up at her from behind dark lashes, and his deep baritone was smooth as silk as her name rolled off his tongue. His warm lips were still resting against the delicate skin of her hand, and she felt him smile before gently letting go.

Any other girl would have found it absolutely delightful and swoon-worthy, letting him nail her right then and there, but Rey just rolled her eyes, shaking her head at the obnoxious man. She knew who he truly was, knew what he wanted. To her, KGB officers stuck out like sore thumbs—the men did, at least. The USSR took the handsomest, most impeccably fit and gorgeous men and threw them into the field to go undercover as someone who was meant to blend in. They were expected to walk the walk and talk the British talk, but poshness was not something they had mastered yet. The problem with blending in was the groups of girls who giggled as they walked by them, practically shooting off a flare to the SIS.

They simultaneously eyed each other, picking one another apart with the scrutiny of a Catholic schoolteacher.

“Blue?” he asked of her velvet calf-length gown, the one which hid an arsenal of petite weaponry and supplies underneath. His tone contorted into curious innocence, but she knew of his mockery.

“Red?” she fired back, only for a moment forgetting her purpose there as she critiqued his ironically-hued suit, one that made him stick out like a sore thumb. Soviets.

He offered his hand for her to take, an invitation to dance, and she reluctantly took it, ignoring the pulse jumping in her neck. She shouldn’t be doing this; she had a directive, and engaging the enemy was far from the right thing to do, especially when she knew he was here for what she wanted. But the bed had been made, and now they had to sleep in it.

She tried to keep an aura of sophistication about her as she let a dainty hand fall to rest in his massive one, forcing her chin to tilt upward in minuscule defiance.

When his fingers spread themselves across her hip, it took everything in her not to gasp at the harsh way in which he pulled her in, pressing on a particularly bruised patch she received two weeks ago from their last encounter. Russian intelligence didn’t mess around, and an incident involving a 24-flight commercial building and sensitive nuclear data made no exception. He fought hard and showed no mercy, his style reminiscent of someone who seemed to actually gain strength through pain, somehow growing stronger as the fight prolonged. However, she had to give him props for treating her as his equal rather than a weaker being or someone who “belonged at home.” That was something unfamiliar to her, and in some twisted way, she felt that it allowed for a mutual respect to form between them, however tiny it was.

Despite her efforts to mask the dull ache she felt, it must have shown on her face; he chuckled darkly and took her into his arms, a swinging waltz paving their trail.

“Still sore from last time?” he mused, eyes glinting in sardonic amusement as she felt his fingers twitch playfully in the same spot. She knew not whether to blush or punch him in the throat; the latter, while unrealistic, seemed most appealing. Instead, she shot him a burning glare and killed him in her mind in the slowest, most painful ways imaginable, hoping that it would remedy her itch to slam her palm up into his nose and kill him right there.

“Mmm,” he hummed, his mouth dangerously close to her ear. “Perhaps you would prefer me to be gentler?” Her lip twitched irritably at his teasing, and when she didn’t respond, he continued as he guided them around the floor, “Hm, no. That would do you no good. I know how you like it.” His voice was exceptionally deep and ever so soft, quiet to where only they could hear. She could not tell whether his lips had brushed against her ear or if she was imagining things, but the involuntary goosebumps that raised told her the truth. The words he spoke next left her seeing red.

“You like it rough.”

“You filthy—I should have you arrested immediately,” she bit out, smiling to cover her harsh tone, being extra careful not to draw attention to them. Though that could hardly be helped, for in a sea of black and white and darkish hues, they shined brightly in jewel tones, taking away the breath of both the men and women who watched.

Ren only laughed slightly.

“Oh, but who would make your life a living hell?“ he breathed into her ear.

The bastard.

The quartet had ceased the unique quick-stepping waltz and began a slower piece, one that sounded melodic and dark, almost seductive. So with the tempo as their guide, they slowed down, swirling in and out amongst the other couples who danced. She jolted when he once more found his way into the crook of her neck, but this time he spoke nothing but a whisper of breath that fanned against her skin in such a way that she shivered. He smirked at her involuntary movements and dipped her low, his strong arm the only thing suspending her. She let her arm stretch out wide as her neck of pearls climbed to her throat with the sudden shift in gravity, her loosely curled hair nearly brushing the floor. She felt his eyes, along with the rest of the room’s, burning holes into her flushed chest as it rose and fell with small swells. A few of the younger single women audibly sighed, either envious or adoring or both of the beautiful couple who danced with such poise and fluidity, none of them knowing how unseen this truly was.

It felt odd to Rey, dancing instead of fighting, somewhat-playful banter drifting between them. And, as all agents must be trained to pique perfection, he danced with an eloquence she had yet to see in other men. It was…nice, if not absolutely inappropriate.

When she returned upright and felt normal color quickly returning to her face, she dug her perfectly manicured nails into the shoulder pad of his jacket. She was quite thankful she had gone for stiletto-tipped nails for this assignment; it gave her much needed relief to pierce something, and if it couldn’t be skin, fabric certainly sufficed.

“I hate you,” she spat between a lovely smile, feeling the need to let the words be known once more.

“I know,” he said, the corner of his mouth quirking up slightly, seemingly unaffected by her declaration. It wasn’t like she hadn’t said it before.

“And you don’t intimidate me.” It was childish, but she wanted to have the last word.

“I know,” he repeated, amused. She almost huffed as anger flared in her gut, but stopped herself in time, instead trying to think of something else to say.

One more comment hung from the tip of her tongue, but before she could so much as open her mouth, the piece ended and soon there was a hand thrust beneath her nose, one belonging to a man with sharp features and red hair. For a moment she stood there, hands clasped firmly on the partner in front of her, staring dumbly at the pale outstretched palm. But her manners quickly returned and she plastered a smile on her face, quickly regretting taking the hand when she watched Kylo slip out of sight the moment he released her.

She barely danced with the tempo of the song, shifting and fidgeting awkwardly against the stiff man’s frame, accidentally stepping on his shoe once or twice, and only because she had let him out of her sight and the damn bastard would find the file before her and she would absolutely die of shame if the Soviets turned the planet into a nuclear wasteland because of her. Her pace quickened, panic setting in at the fact that this fear could quickly turn to reality if she did not act.

“Forgive me,” she said distractedly as she pried herself from the man’s grip, barely noticing the way in which he stared at her as if she had killed his own mother.

She felt like a lethal Cinderella, running towards a corrupted prince instead of away from him, trying to keep the spell contained instead of letting it be her ruin. Her heels clacked against the hardwood floor of the desolate upstairs as she roamed the dark hallways, and as she approached the cracked door to an office, she wished she had been quieter. Rey put her hand on the door and slowly pushed it open, letting herself inside once she checked it was empty. The room was dark, illuminated by a single lamp in the corner, and smelled heavily of paper and old cigarette smoke. It was large, for an office. There was a green leather couch and a matching chair that surrounded a glass coffee table to the left as one stepped in, and a window adorned with artificial plants straight ahead. The window led to a balcony, which overlooked

To the right of her mere feet away on a desk laid Ren’s ruby red jacket, and placed next to it appeared to be the file she needed. She squinted suspiciously, and before she could put two and two together, the door slammed shut and rough hands grabbed at her.

He slammed them into the wall, bringing her into him, her head coming to hit against his broad chest as they both grunted from the impact. Yet the violence came as a steady relief compared to the sugary sweet hoax of earlier.

“I thought you’d never come,” a deep voice breathed into her neck, a verbal calm inside the physical storm that raged between them, “What happened, darling? Weren’t enjoying the party?” The saccharine pet name fell from his tongue too easily for her taste, and she was forced to push down a twist of jolting electricity that writhed in her gut, willing it to go away as she reminded herself of their position. He had her physically restrained and pinned against his body. Nothing about that was normal.

She slammed her high heel into the toe of his shoe and dug in as hard as she could, but he didn’t even flinch. Of course he would wear steel-toed boots, knowing her track record for sharp shoes. Unsure of what to do, she bit the hand that covered her mouth and his grip faltered, loosening enough to where she could escape his grasp.

Yet freedom is always short-lived for them, and he once more reached out, his fingers gripping her sides. Rey was quick enough this time and he received an elbow to the face for his effort, knocking him back against the wall.

She turned to find him quite literally charging at her, and her eyes widened.

A startled yelp escaped her when he slung her up and over his shoulder and oh, God, did she want to slit his fucking throat, but all she had were her fists and a sturdy back to pound on. He held on tightly to her legs with an iron grip, never moving even as she assaulted him. Her bruising fists only seemed to get worse when she thrashed hard enough to disrupt his balance when his fingers brushed the back of her thighs; he hitched the soft skirt of her dress up to her back, exposing every garter and every little secret she had hidden from him. He hummed his interest and she felt his hair swish against her leg as he shook his head, fingertips drifting over each one of her knives and tools.

Her mouth went dry and her lips parted slightly at his feather-soft touch, her steady fists faltering at the feeling. Her hands ceased altogether when he spoke.

“Le Papillon?” he asked of her butterfly knife as he traced its outline on her skin and the lacy fabric of her garter, making her shiver more than she could admit, and she wondered not only why he chose to speak the words in French but also why they sounded so nice coming out of his mouth. “I hoped you would have been a bit more creative for me. I feel like I deserve it.”

His sounded slightly pouty, and it would have almost come across as sincere if not for the smirk she heard in his voice. But that did not stop her from panicking inside. One of the most dangerous men she had ever had the pleasure of working against had her slung over his shoulder like she was a rag doll and was flirting with her knives. And his fingertips were dangerously close to her center and she hated the quickened pulse she felt all over her body, knowing that it came not from anger but something more feral, more forbidden. She was meant to hate him, not fall victim to his teasing like the schoolgirls on the street, melting into a puddle of lovelorn nothingness.

“A knife is nothing more than a distraction,” he scolded, and she felt like a petulant child, “If you should ever want to kill me, do so with your hands.”

“I shall kill you twice, once for you and once more to prove a point. And I’ll do it with my hands and my knife,” she hissed.

“You’ve already killed me once,” he said, and she wondered what he meant by that, but only briefly. Her plan had been made, so it was time to execute it.

Rey twisted her torso upward and she grabbed his head, yanking him back so they would fall. And fall they did, right into the miniature living area, smashing the coffee table to bits with a loud crash of glass and wood and grunts. The force of the fall was doubled when he landed on top of her, crushing her torso, and Rey had to gasp to pull air into her constricted lungs. Shards of broken glass dug into her back, but the pain was barely there as she gathered her surroundings. With a hard shove of her legs, she managed to kick him off and distract him enough to overpower him. Rolling on top of the freshly-bloodied man, Rey crushed his wrists with her knees as her feet hooked onto his legs, holding him securely in place. Tendrils of her brown hair that she had so painstakingly styled fell into his face when she leaned over and dug her blade into the fragile skin of his throat.

“Three strikes and you’re out, Ren,” she fired back, tongue as sharp as the knife she pointed at him. A drop of blood creeped down from the little line she had drawn on his neck and he swallowed, the muscles of his throat shifting beneath his skin. What a strange thing it was to look at him like he was human, not some relentless beast with ungodly stamina.

Instead of the expected fear in his eyes, she saw only amusement, as if this was some fun game they were playing. Flames of anger rose in her gut and she felt them burn her insides all the way up to her throat. How on God’s green earth did he manage to be intimidated by absolutely nothing?

The answer almost saddened her when she realized: He had nothing to lose.

Many times, agents of any type of intelligence agency were asked to abstain from personal or romantic relationships for the sake of their job. Aside from a few of her friends, Rey stayed true to that rule. It was lonely and sad and everything she had opposed when she was younger; all her life she had wanted a family of her own. But soon she realized that protecting the world from potential destruction by herself was better than bringing children into a world of nuclear warfare. It still hurt to know that she might never have a family, and neither would he, judging by her observations. But she wasn’t going to allow her bleeding-hearted feelings get in the way of worldwide justice.

He only further validated her theory when he opened his mouth.

“Go ahead,” he whispered breathlessly, and this time there was no humor in his eyes. Just a cold, dead, emptiness that haunted her. “Do it. Slit my fucking throat.“

His words startled her and she stared at him with her brows furrowed, chest heaving.

Was Kylo Ren, the untamable and merciless assassin, begging her to kill him? She would not allow him the pleasure.

So she told him as much, sure to emphasize how pathetic it all sounded.

“I’m a little disappointed,” she said. But he merely laughed, a dark laugh that sought to humiliate her.

“I knew you couldn’t do it. Knives are your distraction,” he repeated in a mocking, sing-song voice.

“What’s mine is yours,” she cried suddenly, dragging herself to her knees and crawling to the file that awaited her so patiently.

A determined cry fell from her lips when she felt him grab her hips and drag her right back, but she was having none of it. Grabbing her beloved butterfly from the bust of her dress, she whipped it open and swung her arm back, stopping only when she felt it sink into flesh. She let it stay planted where it landed, instead determining to take advantage of his low growl and loosened grip by stumbling up and grabbing the folder with bloody hands. Relief flooded her senses and she turned, expecting to find him on the floor, but saw that he had a hand on his shoulder where her knife protruded and was staggering unevenly towards her. Her eyes widened.

“Give it to me,” he growled, his eyes dark and lusting for blood. A deep crimson stain seeped through his white shirt and grew by the second. As he made his approach, she frantically looked around for something, anything to help her. But she soon realized that the only way to stop him was to give him what he wanted—or what he thought he wanted.

Rey had to think fast, else she would miss her opportunity. And like the gods above had sensed her, he tripped over a broken lamp, giving her the perfect window to switch the file with a different one in the desk. Without thinking, she decided to tease him like he had to her, so she shoved the fake file down the front of her dress, letting it peek out. It was so immature, but what else could she do to distract him?

“Come and get it,” she taunted, trying to project a tone of seduction like he had, but it really just sounded like a pup standing up to the alpha wolf: meek intimidation at its finest.

She saw his eyes widen, and for a moment she believed it worked. But then—A booming laugh fell from his lips and he stopped right in front of her, seeming genuinely amused. Rey fumed at the twinkle in his eye, a little embarrassed but more angry, crossing and uncrossing her arms over her chest before deciding to inflict pain by jerking the knife out of his shoulder with an abrupt swipe. He stopped laughing at once and made no noise when she did so, but his nostrils flared and his breathing quickened as he worked his jaw, confirming her belief that he actually did feel pain.

She wiped the blood from her knife with her fingers and swiped it over his sleeve, making doubly sure that the shirt could never be repaired. Before she could even smirk at her handiwork, he had her pinned the ground, stepping on her hands hard enough to immobilize her. She should have expected this, but it made her gasp nonetheless as the wind was knocked out of her. Shards of broken glass that had lodged their way beneath her shoulder blades dug into the floor and pushed deeper into her skin, causing her to bite down hard on the inside of her cheek to keep from screaming.

“You think I’m afraid to stick my hand down your dress like we’re schoolchildren?” he chuckled, “Think again.” The problem was no, she didn’t. In fact, she very much knew that he wasn’t afraid to touch her, which made her wonder why the hell she even did this in the first place. He crouched over her, hair falling into his face, and tugged down the fabric of her bust with one finger. She drew in a sharp breath. What the hell was she doing? With his other hand he gently and ever-so-slowly eased the file out from its hiding place, eyes locked with hers the entire time. It slipped against her breasts, running over her tense buds, and she fucking hated the awfully sexual way in which this whole situation felt. Worse yet, she hated that she almost liked it. Masochistic behavior, she thought, would get her no where.

This was, horrible, forbidden. Taboo.

But before she had time to overanalyze anything, the moment was gone, replaced by him returning to a standing position and taking inventory of his surroundings.

Swiping the red jacket from the desk, he carefully fed his arms into the sleeves and slid the file into an inner pocket. He glanced at himself in the mirror on the wall, adjusting his tie and smoothing down his hair. Rey observed him from her position on the floor with curious if not speculative eyes. He would have appeared to be in mint condition if not for the bloody nose she had given him, but it felt good knowing that he was hiding a world of pain beneath that tacky red coat.

“Until next time, then,” he said, that ever-present smirk adorning his face once more. And then, like some superhuman from outer space, he trotted to the French double doors and swung them open before stepping over the railing on the balcony and disappearing.

Her chest fell and rose rapidly as she rubbed her aching fingers, but she wasn’t panicked. In fact, she was relieved. He hadn’t killed her. And she managed to grab the file.

She let out a little laugh before slowly easing herself up, the pain finally kicking in, and revealing the papers she had concealed behind her fall.

The file was right where it needed to be.

But later, as she mulled the scenes of the night over in her head, she couldn’t help but feel that her heart, her soul wasn’t.

moral of the story? don’t be an operative unless you’re willing to handle the consequences, i guess.

(an update on the status of the phantom of the opera prompt by @alicethealias : who would have thought it would be this hard? but i’m getting there. it will have three parts, and i hope it doesn’t disappoint. until then, accept my meager offer of something entirely different. love ya!)(update on others: they are coming, my friends, and i will get to all of them, no matter how long it takes! patience is key.)

#reylo #reylo au #spy!reylo #loved writing this #sorry for typos guys #anya writes

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