#bzzzzz excited

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Long hair Ethari confirmed 🤝

#tdp #tdp art #tdpart #ethari #long hair Ethari #the dragon prince #the dragon prince fanart #Ruthari #dianadraws #THIS NEWS WAS SO EXCITING #They say we got nothing at Wondercon but I got all I needed 😌 #wait til Runaan sees THIS #I wanted to draw this so bad I was on vacation in Japan when the news dropped it was artistic torture #it looks exactly how I want tho so all good #bzzzzz excited

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*+:”no, i’m not jealous..!”｡.｡

jealous!veneer x GN!reader

• one shot

• fluff

being a stylist for the famous twins velvet and veneer has put quite a turn on your life. you loved your job, and you fell even more in love with “the star”‘s brother, veneer. you and veneer have been dating for quite some time now, past the honey moon stage, and now becoming more aware of each others patterns that you two express. recently, though, you have noticed veneer has had a striking eye on the sweet interviewer, kid ritz, who has taken a strong liking to you.

you and venners relationship hasn’t been very open to the public, especially no pda. so when you’re invited to a red carpet to model with the siblings, kid ritz starts to become a little more confident with stealing veneers other half… veneer starts getting a little fussy, let’s say.

what will he do to prove that you’re his and his only ?

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bzzzzz…bzzzz..

you awake from your sleep at 5am with a groan of

dissatisfaction , tasting dampness in your mouth.

rolling over to your pack, you lazily wipe your mouth

with the palm of your hand and limply let your hand

fall to the side of the bed, reaching for your phone to

turn off your alarm. you laid there for six minutes to

absorb reality, half dreaming in your head, then

remembering what today was. velvet and veneers red

carpet show. you groaned even louder, pulling

yourself out of bed and stumbling across your room

to turn on your light.

the stylist life really had you done sometimes.

after a shower and getting ready for an hour, wearing

nice dress pants and a nice white collar. you grabbed

a croissant and a prepped iced coffee from your

fridge in preparation to leave, when you heard a

rhythmic knocking at your front door. eyebrows

furrowed in confusion, you hesitantly opened the

door to see a smiling veneer in a black zip-up hoodie

and black sweats.

be began walking towards you, backing you up into

the house and behind your door, where he placed a

hand on your lower back and kissed you sweetly

against the wall. it was short and sweet, pulling away,

your face flushed. he moved his hand to your hip.

“sorry, vel’s in the car. y’know how she is.” he said in

a low voice, clearly still waking up. shaking your head

with a smile, you started ; “you came to pick me up?”

he grinned, running his fingers through his

unpolished hair.

“‘course i did, it’s a special day, y/n. why wouldn’t i

come pick up the love of my life for fun?” he sounded

sassy, and you waved a hand in his face.

“alright, yeah yeah,” you slithered past him and out

the door, where you spotted velvet filing her nails in

the passenger seat of their car. you waved to her as

you headed to the vehicle and she spotted you in the

corner of her eye, smiling slightly at you before

turning her concentration to her nails again. you

knew she liked you, veneer told you she admitted it,

but because she thought you were a good role model

for veneer. and she mentioned she admired your

style. as expected, she wasn’t too fond of the fact

you were their stylist, assuming you were giving

veneer special treatment… which you did. only

sometimes, though.

climbing into the back seat, you set your bag down

and veneer climbed into the drivers seat. starting the

car, he turned completely in his seat to look at you,

his hands on the headrest.

“soooo, y/n, we wanted to ask you something,” he

started, and you heard velvet groan. curious, you sat

on the edge of your seat. “what’s up?”

“did you…” he was basically jittering in his seat,

glancing over at velvet with a big smile on his face.

“good GOD veneer, just ask them! you’ve done it

before!” velvet exclaimed , throwing the nail file at

him. he tossed it back and looked at you.

“would you like to be on the red carpet with us

todaaaaay?” he spat out quickly , his feet kicking.

you smiled and suddenly had a gush of excitement.

“of course!” you replied. you had been to only a few

red carpets with them, and from what you saw on

the internet, people loved you. people weren’t aware

of yours and veneers relationship, but apparently

they were capturing small moments between you

two, like how he looks at you, or how he whispered

something in your ear as you walked by. which, yes,

was actually a romantic comment. as mentioned, you

both agreed no pda, but knowing veneer, he always

found ways to sneak small gestures to show that he

loved you.

“great!” veneer babbled , sitting in his seat properly

“you knew they would say yes, why are you acting

like you asked them to replace our position”

“well i am sorry i’m excited. i solemnly swear to never

do it again.”

“shut uuuuup PLEASE.”

you couldn’t help but laugh.

arriving to their dressing room, (i don’t know what

the building the dressing room is in is called???) you

all escort the car, veneer opening the car door for

you. you get out by swinging your legs over the side

and you take his hand to hoist yourself up. velvet was

already inside by the time yours and veneers little

connection was over. you both caught up to her and

made your ways to the dressing room.

opening the door to the room, you were greeted with

the scent of hairspray and cleaner. despite the

janitors countless times of deep cleaning the room,

velvet & veneers hairspray always lingered; like a

permanent scent. you set your bags on the ground,

veneer plopping on one of the vanity chairs and

velvet clapping her hands together once.

“so! y/n , we’re getting you ready first. i REALLY

don’t need to be messing up how i look during the

process just for you to look perfect.” velvet

announced and veneer furrowed his eyebrows

slightly at her. she caught his look, rolled her eyes

slightly and went over to you, taking you by your

shoulders and setting you down at the other vanity.

“sorry.” she mumbled. you didn’t react, you just

smiled.

“so, what’s the plan for me? are we matching?” you

asked, trying to hide the excitement in your voice.

veneer gasped and jumped up, clapping his hands

together.

“yes! oh, wouldn’t that be cute, vel?” he said

erratically. velvet scoffed and began running her

fingers through your hair to part it into sections.

“veneer, you gorgeous imbecile, we already bought

the outfit,” she pinned your hair up, “stop getting so

frantic. anyway, open the closet and bring out the

outfit. then get out. they’re changing.”

veneer cocked his head at her.

“but.. they’re my..?”

“i don’t care? i’m professional, you wouldn’t be. be

smart.” she shot back. he listened , winking at you

and got up to retrieve the outfit.

when he pulled out the outfit, you gasped audibly.

(ideas, otherwise make your own ideas in your head)

“velvet. and. veneer. this is… holy shit.” you felt

yourself begging to shake from excitement. veneer

smiled seeing how happy you were.

“you like it, yeah?” vel asked, you nodded fiercely.

“good. cause’ you weren’t getting anything else.”

veneer laughed. “she’s kidding. if you were to

somehow in some universe look bad in it, she would

instantly get something new.”

“why are you still here.” she snarled and looked back

towards him. he raised his arms in defence and left

the room.

velvet took her time styling your hair, putting pretty

pins and spray on glitter on it, plastering gorgeous

makeup on your face and was humming a song as

she did so. she felt oddly peaceful, you haven’t seen

her like this before. it felt nice. you watched her

through the mirror as she worked, clearly biting her

tongue. that was a form of concentration she did,

and whenever veneer pointed it out , she would get

upset. she got upset a lot. what’s new?

after a good , maybe , half an hour of work, velvet

was finished, and she had fitted you into the outfit.

she finally let you look at yourself in the mirror. that’s

when velvet gave veneer the “okay” for him to come

in. you were admiring yourself , hands running over

the outfit and fingertips lightly brushing certain

parts of your hair.

“mess that up and you’re done.” velvet said , her

arms crossed and hip popped to the side. veneer was

staring at you in a trance. no matter how many times

he’s seen you in red carpet outfits, he’s blown away

each and every time. he gazed with a smile of

genuine love & appreciation, eyes melting in your

back. and when you turned around, his heart

throbbed.

“wow, y/-“

“absolutely not. nope. no.” velvet intruded, standing

between you two and dragging veneer by the arm

and to the opposite vanity.

“anyway, our turn!” she exclaimed, sitting in the one

you were previously sitting at.

time skip to after …

and there they stood, two angels of pure beauty all

dolled up by you. sometimes you were convinced you

had magic hands. you felt proud of yourself.

(they’re twinning !! :3)

“ooooo i love !!” veneer squeaked, touching his hair

and holding his face. velvet was smiling, twirling in

the mirror and flexing her fingers in excitement.

“as expected, y/n, thank you. now,” she turned and

wrapped her arm around veneer , pulling him against

her shoulder and extending her hand towards the

ceiling.

“cmon, veneer and y/n, we’re going from stars to

megastars !!”

at that moment, a producer knocked at the door.

“showtime in 5 minutes!”

your heart skipped a beat, starting to feel the anxiety

creep up your throat.

“god they’re gonna love us!” veneer gushed, balling

his hands into fists and shaking them near his chest.

letting go of him, velvet started towards the door and

opened it.

“alright, y/n, time to make us famous!- oh, wait, we

already are. ha! i guess make us even MORE

famous!”

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and there you all were, right at the entrance of the

carpet. you stood there focusing on your breathing,

and a ringing in your ears started. you kept shaking

your head to push it away, and veneer approached

you, putting a hand on your arm.

“pre show jitters?” he asked with a grin. you

snickered. “now where did you hear that

expression?”

he blinked at you, then shook his head. “let’s,

uh..anyway,” he gave you a quick kiss to your cheek.

“you’ll do great. i know it. act like they’re all idiots

and you’re the hottest and greatest one there.” you

shook your head at his foolishness, smiling.

“thank you, ven.” he let go of your arm and velvet

turned around to look at you two.

“‘kay, we’re on, veneer, we enter first, y/n, come

behind us and follow on my side.” she demanded,

and you both nodded.

and so it began, as soon as they hit the carpet, the

flashes and voices got louder and brighter. you

waited a moment, then strut your way behind them,

stopping beside velvets side when they did. gasps of

awe started, and more flashes appeared.

“the stylist!”

“they’re here again?”

��oh my ..”

your heart pounded and fluttered and you looked

ober the crowd with a confidence you didn’t know

you had.

the siblings posed and gave the audience what they

wanted, sort of leaving you by your own. veneer

looked back at you for a brief moment, giving you a

reassuring smile that basically told you, “do you.” and

so you did.

you then posed, gazed and smiled at the paparazzi.

you noticed all the other celebrities, some you were

fans of yourself, but most of the attention was on you

three. as you are looking at the paparazzi, you

recognized one of them.

oh , it was the interview. kid ritz, was that his name?

he looked at you a certain way, like his eyes were

going to bulge out of his head. you couldn’t tell

if you were uncomfortable or flattered, so you shown

a smile to him specifically. he looked away, he

seemed to be nervous. you found this amusing. you

decided to act for his camera only, turning around

and looking over your shoulder with a sly smile.

people crowded around him as they tried to capture

you in this moment , and the boy couldn’t seem to

concentrate on taking the pictures.

that’s when velvet approached you , posing right

behind your shoulder which drove them up the wall.

she smiled as she hooked her arm in yours with

veneer in her other.

“that’s enough now. let’s go,” she brought you two to

the stairs that lead to the entrance of the party you

were actually supposed to attending.

once inside, velvet let go of you and groaned. “god, it

is so tiring being famous sometimes.” she brushed

her outfit down. “alright, let’s go stuff our faces and

talk with people we hate. shall we?” she purposed

to veneer sarcastically , making her way to the what-

looked-like-a-ballroom part of the party. she dragged

veneer with her, him turning his head to wink at you.

you blushed and held one hand overtop of the other

in front of you. looking around, you adored the

interior of the building, a beautiful chandelier

sparking below victorian paintings on the dome roof.

your adoration was then interrupted when you heard

someone clearing their throat behind you.

you whipped around, frightened, and seen kid ritz

standing there , his face tinted pink. you blinked a

few times before smiling awkwardly. “oh, hello.”

“hi, we’ve never spoken before. i’ve interviewed you

with velvet and veneer before. i’m kid ritz.” he

introduced himself , a type of confidence in his voice.

he was not like this earlier.

your smile turning genuine, you nodded. “right, i

know you. it’s nice to properly know you.”

ritzs eyes trailed down your face all the way to the

end of your outfit, speaking as they went back up,

“their stylist , yeah? you did this up too?” he

asked, poking his cheek with his tongue. you gulped

and cleared your throat.

“oh, no, velvet did this. i think she did it stunningly..”

you trailed off as you looked down at your outfit,

brushing down a flap. now leaned against a wall

beside you, kid ritz put his pointer finger under your

chin and lifted it up, moving it smoothly across your

face to brush a strand of hair from your face.

“mmh, i’d say it matches your eyes.”

your moth went agape, and you suddenly realized

what he was doing. “oh, i—“

“mhm, it does, doesn’t it?” a voice came from behind

kid ritz, where veneer was standing with his hands in

his pockets, staring holes into ritz’ head. the

interviewer smiled , turning to face him but keeping

close to you.

“oh, veneer, how are y—“

“great , good. y/n’s good too. i think i can , uh,” he

approached you and stood slightly in front of you.

“take it from here. velvet would like to talk to you.” he

notified, pointing his head towards her who spoke to

other celebrities in the distance.

kid ritz looked at him disapprovingly and exhaled

slowly through his nose. he then smiled and

shrugged. “sure! no problem,” he looked over veneers

shoulder towards you. “nice talk, y/n.”

veneer glared at him and seemed to straighten his

posture vaguely as he walked away. finally being able

to breathe, you let out a shaky breath. he turned ,

walking past you. “follow.”

you listened, keeping a distance as you followed him

to a walk in closet out of the main room. you walked

in first, his back facing you as he closed the door. he

laughed to himself.

“i was waiting… waiting for that to happen.” he

began, turning to look at you. he wasn’t angry at this

point, just jealous. you said nothing.

“he looked at you like.. you were a piece of meat.” he

spoke through his teeth. he approached you, taking

your wrist as he pressed a kiss to your pulse point. he

looked at you.

“if he… oh, if he ever speaks to you or so-god-help-

me touches you when you’re not near me and it’s not

fame related, you tell me, y/n.” he insisted, leaving

you a

little speechless. he isn’t usually like this, even when

it came to creeps on the internet. you nodded, but he

shook his head, pulling you towards him by your

wrist, his hip pushing you gently against the wall.

“i need to hear you say it. say you don’t want him.”

he was near inches away from your face , you felt the

heat of his face radiate onto yours. your wrist against

the wall, you felt a little helpless. you wanted to kiss

him more than anything.

“i dont. i don’t want him, veneer, you.. you..” your

glossy eyes looked up at his deep, roused ones.

beneath the hatred he felt, all he could

think of was how you looked in that outfit and

wishing your eyes could only be locked with his

forever. no one else. you might’ve as well swallowed

his soul, because the trance you had him in was

supernatural.

a strange idea emerged in your mind, and you took

action, biting your inner lip until blood surfaced, and

veneer took notice , looking concerned.

“y/n, what—“

your lips crashed onto his, pressing your body

against him to fit the curve of his. a strangled sound

escaped his throat as if he lost a fight to an addiction

he couldn’t use all day, which, be did. your free hand

glided up his waist and to his collar, pulling him

closer as his hand slid up to yours against the wall,

locking fingers.

your tongue dipped into his mouth for a instant , in

advance to you breaking the kiss. he now had a stain

of red on his tubercles. his eyes were low and full of

affection. “there.” you whispered, licking your lower

lip. “now we’re intertwined.” you batted your

eyelashes at him with a smile. he looked a little

shocked but that expression was quickly changed

with a look of comfort.

“you are… something else.” he quickly kissed you one

last time, breaking the contact. you smiled slyly,

putting a hand on your hip. “you are… jealous. very

jealous.” you teased and he rolled his eyes.

“am not. i just don’t like when poor punks talk to my

partner.”

“that’s uh, that’s what jealousy is.”

“y/n.” veneer shot you a look and you laughed.

in front of him, you went to open the door, but before

you could , the door swung open first.your heart

stopped.

it was velvet. she blinked very slowly, her expression

unamused.

“get in the god damn car. i don’t have anything to

say to you two.” she said blankly, walking away. you

looked back at veneer who was holding back

laughter.

“i don’t think we’re ever doing a red carpet together

again.”

“absolutely not.” he agreed with a nod, taking your

hand as he lead you out to the crowd, leaving you

baffled.

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a/n : this took me so long to publish just for it to be so sucky 😞 anywayyyyy i hope the person that requested this liked it!!! i’m now on christmas break so i’m slightly less busy , as always lmk if there’s anything i can do to improve the characters personalities 🫶🏻

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You’re The One

Part Two

Pairing: Josh x Sage (female OC)

Word Count: 2k words in this chapter

Summary:  Sage is trying to adjust to her new life in Frankenmuth by auditioning for the school play. But will her past hinder her from reaching for her dreams? Or will Josh be there to lend a helping hand?

Warnings: Some mentions of mental health

Moodboard created by @parizonefourfour (Thank you for being my bestie <3)

MASTER POST

PLAYLIST

"BZZZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZZ"

I loudly groan and slap my hand against my ancient alarm clock. I turn to look at the time. 6:00 AM. It's Monday. The first day of auditions for Romeo and Juliet. I flop back over to my back and throw my blanket over my face. The overwhelming feeling of nerves mixed with nausea overtook my emotions.

Auditions have always been stressful to me, but the first one at a brand new school is definitely topping the list as the most terrifying. I know what you're thinking. Community theatre has just as many new faces as the one at your new school does, what makes this worse? I can tell you what makes it worse. The fact that if I mess up, I will have to see everyone who auditions's face every single day for the rest of the year. Never escaping from the embarrassment. At least in community theatre, if I do poorly, I can just go home and never see any of them again.

I lay under my blanket, fearing getting out of bed for what feels like an hour before I jump to the sound of my phone ringing on my bedside table. I reach for the phone, taking notice of the time before answering. 6:15 AM. I guess it hasn't been that long after all. I answer the phone to an overly excited, and very awake, Cora.

"GOODMORNING SUNSHINE! ARE YOU READY FOR TODAY," she yelled through her phone, making me have to pull it away from my face to keep my ears from ringing.

"Far from it," I laugh at her, knowing her face is very disappointed without even seeing her.

"What do you mean? You're not even dressed yet?"I start to pull off my blanket and get up out of bed as she talks.

"No Cora, I am just now getting out of bed. It's six AM, school doesn't start until eight why are you awake? And why does it sound like you're already driving?" I stretch and head towards my closet, straining and rubbing my eyes as I turn the light on in my room.

"It's audition day dummy, I need to be awake for this. I've been up since 4:30 this morning getting ready and now I'm on my way to get you." I hear her car horn blaring in the back of the call, Cora is notorious for having some serious road rage.

"You do realize that I have a car and I can drive myself to school right?" I scoff, flipping through my clothes, trying to find something appropriate for school all day and auditions after school.

"You and I are going to do my pre-audition tradition together today, you have no choice. Besides, I am already at your house." I hear her car park before she even finishes the sentence.

I groan sarcastically as she hangs up our call. I know she will be in the room soon, she lets herself into the house quite frequently. My mother always smiles and lets her do so, seeing as she is the only friend I have made since moving here.

I hear Cora say good morning to my mother as she walks down the hallway to my bedroom. The door swings open quickly and I see Cora's face fall when she sees me still in a tanktop and raggedy sweatpants.

"You really weren't kidding when you said that you just woke up." She hops onto my bed watching me as I shuffle through all of the clothes in my closet.

"No, not at all." I laugh as I decide on wearing a black turtleneck sweater, dark green corduroy skirt, sheer black tights, and my ever favorite black Doc Marten's, vegan of course.

I finish putting on my clothes and turn to Cora, taking her smile as a seal of approval for my outfit. I walk over to my desk, which is used more as a makeup table than it is a desk. Turning on the lamp and pulling out my mirror I begin to apply concealer to my face.

"So, am I allowed to know what this pre-audition routine is, or am I just going to be left in the dark until we arrive?" I laugh at Cora.

"Oh! I forgot. Well, it's really not that extravagant but it's still a fun little treat for me. I go into town and get a hot tea and a pastry. It's just something I do to calm the nerves before I go into the day freaking out." She laughs and starts to wander around my room, looking at the hundreds of posters, tapestries, and pieces of art I have hanging all over the walls.

"Oh how sweet, I love that," I say as I begin to apply a thin wing of eyeliner to the tops of my eyes.

"It's just something my mom has always done for me, and now that I have a friend who enjoys theatre as much as we do, I thought I would share it with you!" Cora walks over to me and gives me small hug as I finish my makeup with some mascara and blush.

"Well, I am glad that I can share this with you, besides I need something to help calm my nerves. I don't know how I will even make it through the day." Cora rolls her eyes at my comment and I look back at the mirror and run my fingers through my permanently messy hair. I decide on pulling it half up and half down. Adding two ponytails at the top of my head to keep my hair out of my face.

"Well.." I say as I stand and turn to Cora, "How do I look?"

"You look amazing, as always!" Cora beams and I blush at her response.

I pack up my backpack, making sure to put my script in the front pocket for the auditions later today. Cora pulls me out of my room and to the front door, obviously trying to leave as fast as she can. I grab my jacket from the coat rack and begin to leave when my mom runs to the front door behind us, grabbing my hand and pulling me away from Cora before we can step out of the door.

"I just wanted to tell you to break a leg today, I know that you will be fantastic." My mom holds my face in her hands and kisses me on the forehead and both cheeks, something she's done ever since I was a little girl. This brings a smile to my face and I give my mom a bear hug.

"I'll text you as soon as we are done, so I can let you know how it goes." She smiles and I run out the front door, hopping into the passenger side of Cora's car.

It was a fast drive to Harvest Coffeehouse, a local favorite in town. We got out of the car and walked into the warm shop, where I was instantly overwhelmed with the amazing smell of hot coffee and freshly baked pastries. Cora walked right up to the front of the line to order, I stood behind, digging in my bag to try and find my wallet.

The next thing I knew, I'm falling to the ground with a hard thud, looking up to see a face that was all too familiar.

"Oh my gosh, I didn't see you there Sage. I am so sorry." He reaches out his hand and pulls me back to my feet before I have even fully processed what has happened. I start to straighten out my clothes before looking up at him. Who is this boy that happened to push me over in the middle of a crowded coffee shop? None other than the drama club's golden boy. Josh Kiszka.

"Are you okay? I really didn't mean to run into you like that, I was distracted by my brother over here." He shoves, who I assume to be, his little brother? Maybe his twin? I'm not sure, they all honestly look the same sometimes. I look up at him, my face becoming beet red, and nod quickly before rushing over to Cora, who didn't even get to finish ordering before the whole ordeal happened. Behind me, Josh looks to his brother with a look of surprise on his face as they walk out of the store a pickup truck parked outside.

"What just happened there? Are you okay?" She asked, genuinely concerned.

I, being too embarrassed to get an entire sentence out, look up at the barista, who seemed a little shaken up from the events that had just taken place as well, and order two large teas and one cinnamon roll. I hand the barista cash and walk to the other end of the coffee shop, not saying anything until Cora meets me to wait on our drinks.

"Hey," She looks down at me, with a motherly look in her eyes, "You don't need to be embarrassed. It was only an accident. You need to calm down." She holds my shoulders and waits to see my breathing slow down.

I look down to the floor, "I'm sorry," I whisper.

Cora lets go of me, walks over to the coffee bar, and grabs our drinks and cinnamon roll. She knows me best when I get like this. I never understand why I get so flustered around people like this. I just never know how to react, and it always ends up with everything going south. We get back into Cora's car and I am finally able to feel like I can start to breathe normally again.

"Wanna talk about it?" Cora says to me, peeling the wrapper off her cinnamon roll and taking a bite.

"Why did it have to be Josh? Of all people today? It had to be him!" I say completely exasperated. I take a huge gulp of my tea, cringing as the heat burns the back of my throat. "I didn't even know he knew who I was, and today has to be the day that this happens?"

Cora giggles before taking a sip of her tea and looking over at me, "I mean you have got to admit, it could have been a worse person to run you down in the middle of Harvest."

I roll my eyes and gulp down more tea, this time it starts to soothe me and help me relax back into the chair, "Okay I get it. He's hot, but that doesn't mean he isn't going to go around telling everyone what happened today. That's just so embarrassing. I'm still trying to make a good impression on everyone and this surely won't help."

"You obviously do not know Josh at all do you?" Cora snorts back at me.

"I feel like I know everything about him just based on how he acts in drama class alone. He's cocky, granted I guess he has the right to be, he's loud, he gets almost every male lead in the school plays, and not once have I seen that boy show up to drama class on time. Of course, he never gets in trouble because he's Mr. Sanderson's favorite." I grumble the last few words and continue to sip my tea as Cora pulls out of the parking lot and starts heading toward the school.

"I'm not saying you're wrong about any of those things, but Sage, he really is a good guy." Cora smiles and glances quickly over at me, "I mean you said it yourself, you didn't think he knew who you were, but I know I heard him calling you by name and apologizing profusely as soon as you hit the floor."

That does make me smile a little bit, "I guess you're right, I shouldn't judge a book by its cover."

"I'm always right" Cora smirks back at me, starting to drive like her usual, slightly reckless, self.

I finish off the last of my tea and turn off the volume on the radio. It's playing one of my favorites, Cherry Wine by Hozier.

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Taglist:

@parizonefourfour @kenzmeehan @heatmyfleet @oliverreedswhore @fvxni @weightofdreamz

#gretavanfleet #greta van fleet fan fiction #joshkiszka #josh gvf #josh gvf fluff #josh kiszka fanfiction #GVF

[spikybanana]

Decided to send it this way because apparently I can add music again at random?? (lies. it worked last night? i dunno. i'm not editing) Anyhow, have fun. Lots of great songs here, but not everyone's taste. The 90s were...an odd time, for music especially, but I'll always love it. (i wised up this time and went with spotify links instead of youtube because some of these videos are...wild)

Zombie by The Cranberries (fun fact about this one: Bad Wolves recently covered it and it is fantastic)

Everlong (acoustic) by Foo Fighters (the regular version is fine too but acoustic is far superior)

What's My Age Again by Blink-182 (barely 90s, but still within the decade)

One Headlight by The Wallflowers

Hunger Strike by Temple of the Dog

Iris by Goo Goo Dolls

Disarm by Smashing Pumpkins (nasally, yes. still good)

Nookie by Limp Bizkit (look, i'm not going to sit here and say that i actually like this song, but you can't dive into the 90s without experiencing Nookie at least once. and it brings back fun memories)

Break Stuff by Limp Bizkit (on the slightly better side of Limp Bizkit, though that side is admittedly limited)

Comedown by Bush (but look, if you like the music and his voice, just look up Bush period. they're fantastic and they've been around forever. they released an album in 2011 that's just wonderful)

Off He Goes by Pearl Jam (i am admittedly not the largest fan of Pearl Jam - though Sirens is a great song, just a later release - but this song hits a place that's just ugh. i even wrote a fic based around it years ago)

Let Her Cry by Hootie and the Blowfish (there's a lot of flack around them but this song is great. people can argue with me all they want, i'll never hear it)

I'm going to stop now because I could honestly go on and on. But I'll give you all you want from any decade between now and the 50's. I've got them all.

ALRIGHT YES LETS GO I'M SO EXCITED. SORRY this took me so long to get around to but guess who finally got stable wifi for an hour lmao.

the links work! that's neat.

Zombies: I've always known the chorus, in the context of a um philosophy conjecture about perfectly normal looking persons who actually have no consciousness/ mind. but this is somehow the first time I heard the whole song properly. I love this voice, got chills from the first line of lyrics. and oh my fucking god, the cover is brilliant yes!

Everlong: I think I like the acoustic version better too. it's so much more intimate and kind of unsettling in the tugging-on-your-heartstring way?? oh also I just realised I've listened to The Pretender by Foo Fighters a lot recently

What's my age again: oh this is so fun. I see and hear the "fuck all this I don't want to adult also listen *insert rly fucking dumb joke*"

One headlight: I like these lyrics! It reminds me of Norwegian Woods but more hopeful.

Hunger Strike: hm this is a bit slow on first listen. I think I like the sounds and the voice more than the lyrics

Iris: okay yeah this is nice, sounds kind of weightless!

Disarm: THIS VOICE is so. recognisable. no that's not the word. it's still so strange but I'm so fascinated, like I'd listen more and hyperfixate on that voice for hours. Also the lyrics reminded me of remus.

Nookie: lyrics of songs are slow to make sense to me in general but this one is especially confusing lmao. also I'd still prefer the loud 'bzzzzz' to tech electro pop whatever it's called

Break Limit: ahahaha I might take your word for it r.e. the rest of the album. I'm not cool enough for this ie will probably only likes rap when it's in a musical

Comedown: eh. (I don't know what in my brain is deciding all this. it's probably more a coin toss.) (wait wait wait no it got better) (lyrics are still *shrug*) (they've got so much stuff though?? & are still around!) (More Than Machines sounds cool)

Off He Goes: oooh. ye I like this one. can I 👀 👀 👀, that fic 👀 👀,,, any chance? 👀 👀 👀 👀

Let Her Cry: flackety flack, probably nothing I'd ever even come across. I like this song. It's been a while since a song reminded me of a (non-fictional) person ;3;

#thank you so much for those omfg #music #some time I'll look up these wild music videos you speak of im curious #I loved this #pls pls do this again if you're ever bored

[rolyandrewsworld]

The first of the summer fly’s 

The 7th of October brought the unwelcome return of an old friend!

“Roly, Roly, it’s me, Musca. I’m back!  Oh my God. I’m so excited. Did you miss me? I missed you.   Woo-hoo! look at me go. So excited. Rah!”  Bzzzzz – bzzzzz.  “Look how close I can get to your head and face!  It’s so good to be back.”   Bzzzzz – bzzzzz.  “So excited!  Wow! Look at me go! Making circles around your head!  He-he.   Do you still keep the pet food bowls outside the…

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#annoying #flies #fly #nz summer #pests

[autisticbillpotts]

[jumping up and down and shaking you by the shoulders] do you wanna hear about star trek?!!! do you wanna hear my thoughts about star trek?!!! do you wanna talk about star trek?!!!! hey let me tell you about star trek!!!!!!

#Im just. a little excited. u kno. Im cool tho #personal #st blogging #it makes my dumb little brain go bzzzzz

[cheritzteam]

[MM] Happy Birthday, Saeran . . . <ERROR!> User Not Found

Hello, this is Cheritz.

It is Monday, and we still feel the love you showed us for the birthday title illustration of twins that was pre-released on Twitter!

Apparently the twins split the month of June in half so that they can spend a lovely time with you to celebrate a special day!

Please check the announcement on the birthday event that you can enjoy with Saeran!♥

< ① Birthday Event: Spending June with Saeran >

Saeran will access SNS to spend time with his precious one to celebrate his birthday!

Check out Saeran’s clumsy but sincere questions on Twitter and celebrate his birthday with him!🎂

< ② Game-Access Event >

Log in during the following period and check out Saeran’s new birthday title illu..strat..ion..

.. Bzz..

Bzzzzz...

You can check out his new birthday title illustration if you log in during the following period!

You didn’t forget me already, did you? How childish of you, getting all excited over a birthday... Try logging in, if you dare. I’ll be there to welcome you in his place - hah.

Event Period (title illustration): 21st - 30th of June (KST)

Bzz..z..

..

We hope you have an exciting June with Saeran, who happens to be tossing and turning in his bed, thinking about celebrating his birthday with everyone for the first time!

Thank you!

Best, Cheritz

#cheritz #mm #mysticmessenger #mysme

[majorxmaggiexboy]

ngl the first star wars experience i had was with the prequels. my dad had rented them and was all excited for me and my brother to watch them. Keebler had put out some kind of Darth Maul fudge stripes. i couldn’t much keep up with the plot at the time and didn’t really even manage to keep up with who was who. They were very long movies for a five or six year old, so i thought they were Very Important and Grown Up. I was horrified when whats his face called Yoda My Little Green Friend because i thought it was tacky. really liked attack of the clones specifically for the rainy croissant obi-wan fight. wound up watching revenge of the sith with my great grandad multiple times just for something to do. in fact i don’t think i actually saw the original star wars until my mid-to-late teens? or even early adulthood? ngl i still never have fully followed the plot i mostly liked it for the clacky pew pew pew bzzzzz pew pew bEEP and really just wanted those little droids to be okay.

#i don't remember when i finally watched the original trilogy #i just remember being absolutely shook by luke's transformation from dorky nerdlet #to badass dorky nerdlet #and i really really liked leia and yoda

[desiraypark]

“Thief!”

For @bluestarego​ Characters: Officer Ronnie Peterson (The Dead Don’t Die) x Black Female Reader Content: Smut. Roleplay (Officer and Burglar). Handcuffs. Oral sex (M receiving) - minimal face-fuck (gagging); unprotected sex; riding/cowgirl; cumshot; spanking. Includes some links.

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The blonde wig? Yes.  Light, colorful makeup? No. Dark. A smoky eye and red lips. You searched through your closet and dresser for the perfect burglar outfit. A black turtleneck sweater. Damn, you didn’t own a single pair of black jeans! Leggings would have to do. No high-heeled boots? Stiletto pumps would do.

You looked over Ronnie’s dresser and grabbed his watch. It wasn’t a Rolex but it was still nice. You grabbed your phone, held up the watch, and took a selfie--mischief all over your face. Then, you put the watch on your wrist. It dangled a bit, but you winked and blew a kiss to the camera, anyway. ____________________

Bzzzzz…

Ronnie and Cliff were on their way back to the station when his phone vibrated. He got a look at the photos in the text message. Then, he read the text: “What a terrible police officer. Leaving your door unlocked.” Ronnie slipped the phone back in his pocket.

Read. ____________________

Ronnie’s headlights shined through the curtains. You turned off the television, jumped off the sofa, stepped back into your pumps, and ran to the bedroom. Eeeernnnn went the screen door. Two locks turned with loud clicks and steel-toe boots hit the hardwood floor. You hid in the closet.

“You left the light on, perp,” Ronnie said. You could tell he was still in the doorway. 

He walked to the bed.

“Breaking and entering?” he asked. Your chest moved up and down and you peeked through the slats of the closet door. Ronnie bent down and looked under the bed, then he stood back up and rotated on his axis, searching the room--avoiding the obvious spot for a second. He walked to his dresser and looked through the jewelry dish you’d made for him a couple of years ago. His watch was gone.

“Larceny? The rap sheet grows with every move I make…”

Ronnie finally turned to face the closet. He took slow steps and you backed up into the clothing. He stood at the door for a few seconds. Then, the closet door flew open and he yanked you out by your right arm.

“It’s always the closet,” he said.

You laughed. “Yet it took you so long to find me, Officer.”

He grabbed your other wrist and examined his dangling watch.

“Are you going to arrest me for your negligence, Officer?”

With no expression on his face and looked you up and down. “No. But I will punish you, you naughty girl.” His eyes fell on the watch again.

“Do you like this watch, thief?” he asked.

“It’s alright. I figure it could get me about a hundred dollars…”

“What else did you see in that ugly dish?” he asked, dropping your wrist.

You paused. Did he just?

“Another watch. A class ring.” You shrugged. “Nothing to write home about.”

“I hear the lady of the house has a few expensive items. Clothing. Jewelry...” He looked down at your feet. 

“...and a seven-hundred dollar pair of shoes that she thinks her husband hasn’t notice.”

“ShegotthemoffeBay,” you quickly interjected.

Ronnie yanked you close. “I suppose I could let you take what you want....”

You turned on the flirtation and rested your hand on his chest. “Would you, Officer?”

He gripped the wrist near his chest and squeezed it tight. “But you have to work for it, thief.”

“What do I have to do, Officer?”

Ronnie stared at the bed, then looked into your eyes. “Get on the bed. Take your clothes off. Everything but those shoes.”

You bit your lip and sauntered over to the bed.

“And no funny business,” he added.

“I wouldn’t dream of it, Officer.”

You sat down on the bed and lifted your turtleneck over your head--hoping it didn’t shift your wig. It didn’t. You let it drop to the floor and revealed your bare breasts.

“No bra? A thief and a little minx with no care for back pain.”

You bit your lip to hide a laugh.

“The leggings, too.”

You lifted your hips and pushed two layers of fabric--your leggings and your panties--over your hips, thighs, and legs. You put in extra work to get them over for shoes. Finally, everything was off, and there you were, on the bed in your lamp-lit bedroom--tits out, belly exposed, and thighs hiding your puffy mound.

Ronnie pulled the handcuffs out of his duty belt.

“Officer, you said you wouldn’t arrest me,” you said, scooting back on the bed.

He stepped toward you and took your hands. “I’m not arresting you. Only making sure you don’t run away from me. From your punishment.”

Ronnie cuffed your hands in front of you, then pulled off his duty belt. He walked to his dresser and gently placed it on top, then walked back over.

“Would you let me have anything in that belt, Officer?”

“Absolutely not, thief!” he said. His volume low but his pitch was a little high. How dare you ask such a question?! He grabbed your jaw and bent down--his lips mere centimeters from yours. “That belt is property of Centerville PD. Not to be handled by your grubby little hands.”

You moaned at the pressure his thumb and fingers inflicted on your jaw. Then, he licked a stripe up your lips.

“Mmm…” he said. “Rihanna lipstick with no liner. A risky criminal.”

Ronnie let go of your face and straightened his body. He worked the belt of his pants, slowly pulled it out through the loops and let it drop to the floor. Then, he worked at the button and zipper. He toed off his shoes, and pulled down his pants and boxers--revealing his semi-hard-on.

“I want you to suck me until I’m hard as a rock,” he said. He began to stroke himself. “And I’d advise that you not get any of that lipstick on my cock.”

Your eyes widened. “Officer…” You swallowed.

“That would be extremely difficult. This is a very rich--”

Ronnie pulled your head toward him and tapped your lips with the tip of his dick. Right away, you spotted red smears on the underside of the head.

“Suck, perp.”

You opened your mouth and wrapped your lips around Ronnie’s head as he held his dick near the start of its shaft. Then, you licked swirls around it. After getting it nice and wet, you began to bob your head up and down, meeting Ronnie’s thumb.

“Mmm, touch my thumb every time, Sweet One,” he cooed. You touched his thumb once more, then when you pulled back, he slid his hand down to the middle of his shaft. After about a dozen sucks and red stains to his thumb after every head drop, he moved his hand down further--his free hand still resting on the back of your head.

“Your mouth feels so warm and hot around me, Beautiful…” he flattened his fingers and let them rest against his thigh--his thumb was nestled in his pubic hair. 

“To my thumb,” he repeated.

You took him all in and gagged when the tip met the back your throat. Ronnie kept your head in place. “Mmm...so what’s your name, perp?”

“Y/N,” you garbled with a mouth full of dick.

“Oh, that’s a beautiful name,” he said. He released your head and you flew backward with a gasp.

“Fuck!” you shouted.

“Mmm...watch the language, Beautiful…” he reprimanded while slapping his dick against your bottom lip. “Keep sucking.”

Ronnie didn’t put his hand back behind your head, but he held his dick for you. With no hands, your head moved forward and backward, inhaling his length. You focused your teary eyes on his.

“That mouth feels wonderful,” Ronnie said. “So wet around my cock. It’s so hot for you. Blood rushing through all of those veins. Excited to have such a beautiful little minx like you pleasing it. Getting it nice and hard...”

Your eyes fluttered and you moaned. You suddenly felt everything around you--the warmth of your home juxtapose your stiff nipples. Your nerves were alive--every atom in your body was aching to be touched, to be shaken and stirred. Your clit was warm, and your hot pussy was building a reservoir of honey.

“How should I take you, perp?” Ronnie asked. “Missionary? Should I spread your beautiful legs wide and watch the pressure build in your face as I give you every inch of my cock? As I watch your breasts bounce? As I watch the tears well in your eyes because your sticky fingers can’t grab anything?”

You moaned again and pressed your thighs together.

“Or should I take from behind?” he inquired. “...bend you over and bury myself deep inside of you. Watch your beautiful ass ripple with every thrust…”

You pulled away to take a breath. Then you kept sucking.

“Ahh…” Ronnie said, smiling to himself. “I forgot that I’m supposed to be putting you to work.”

He pulled himself away and looked down at his dick. Red marks were all over it. He shook his head.

“Lipstick all over my dick.” He tsk’d. “Do you know what the punishment is for that?”

“No, Sir…” you whimpered.

Ronnie ran the back of his palm over your face. “I don’t, either. But Desiray will think of something.”

You scoffed and chuckled. Then, you raised your cuffed hands. “She can’t even figure out if she wants this watch to be significant.”

Ronnie raised his eyebrows and nodded in agreement. Then, he unbuttoned his shirt. You rotated your hips, anxious for friction and relief. He pulled off his shirt, and undershirt, as well. Then, he sat on the bed and stroked his dick.

“Put that beautiful pussy to work, thief,” he commanded, staring into your eyes.

You stood up and wobbled a little. Those shoes were a mistake. But you put your arms over Ronnie’s head and rested your hands behind his neck. Then, you straddled him--your knees pressed on either side of him and your chest flushed with his. He moved his hand around under you.

“Sit down,” he said.

You lowered yourself and felt the head of his dick at your entrance--warm flesh meeting warm and wet flesh. Then, you pressed your hips down further. Your eyes closed and your head flew back as your core opened and welcomed his throbbing length. Down, down, down you went--he guided you--until the his warm head reached the bottom of your canal.

“Bounce.”

You lifted your body and crashed back down. Up...down...up...down...Ronnie smacked your ass.

“I said bounce, perp.”

You shifted your body--pressing it against Ronnie’s as his dick stretched your walls wider with each tiny movement. Then you bounced up and down. You cried out with each stroke and let your breasts fly free in his face. He walked the tips of his fingers up your sternum, over your chest, and wrapped his hand around your throat--not pressing down, however.

“Naughty girl. Bouncing on an officer’s dick to keep from getting arrested. For some jewelry and a few trinkets. Coating his dick with her sweet juice…”

“Fuck Ronnie…” you mumbled.

His hand flew up to your jaw and he squeezed. “Excuse me?”

You shook your head. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.”

“That’s strike two on the language, Angel. And that’s Sir or Officer,” he said.

“I’m sorry, Sir. I just can’t take it--it’s too much,” you whined. “My thighs are burning.”

“As they should, you fucking crook,” he said.

“Ahhh!” you cried out. Every nerve in your body was frayed--your entire body was pulsing. Your thighs burned but your pussy clenched Ronnie’s girth--dripping, weeping, and squelching for more of the stinging pleasure.

“Lift your arms,” Ronnie said, his voice less stoic.

You lifted your arms over his head and Ronnie fell back on the bed with you on top of him. You rested your arms along his torso and he wrapped his arms around your waist, and worked his hips up toward you--slow and deep.

“You don’t deserve a break,” he said. “But I’ve got the urge to fill your filthy pussy with my cum.”

You moaned and shifted your arms around, careful not to press the metal restraints into his skin.

“Do you want my cum?” he asked.

“Yes, Sir,” you whimpered.

“I can feel you clenching. Hungry little pussy. I’m gonna feed her. I’m gonna fill her up so well and fill her deep. Gonna cover her poor, stretched out walls…”

“Please, Officer,” you pleaded. “Then, can I have my gifts?” 

Ronnie laughed. “You haven’t received your punishment yet, Sweet One.”

“Did Desiray figure it out?”

“Yes. Not as creative as I’d hoped. But a punishment is a punishment.”

He slapped your ass and fucked up into you hard and just a little bit faster--making you clench and moan and scream and writhe. He offered no kisses or comforting rubs. He just burned you with his stare and watched every expression on your face. Then, you felt the pressure pooling in your belly. Your pussy throbbed and fluttered around him, and you began to meet his thrusts.

Suddenly, Ronnie flipped you over on your back, pulled out, and stood up.

“Ah!” you screamed.

“For soliciting an officer, you get forty-eight hours without an orgasm,” he said.

You stomped your feet on the floor and whined. 

“If at any point you provide yourself with an orgasm and I find out, I will fuck your throat raw,” he added.

Ronnie put his knee against the mattress and stood over you. He rubbed his dick--spreading your juices all over his length--stroking and stroking until he neared his climax. 

“Where do you want it?” he asked. You opened your mouth and wagged your tongue. Ronnie kneeled over your face and covered your chin, lips, and tongue with ropes of his cum. You swallowed what fell in your mouth and licked your lips. Ronnie didn’t bother wiping your chin. He just grabbed you by the arms and picked you up. He sat back down and put you over his knee.

Then, he rubbed your ass. “Five spanks for breaking and entering...five for marking my dick with your lipstick...and fifteen for being a terrible cowgirl who couldn’t handle a little thigh burn.”

You whined again.

“Count them…” Ronnie commanded. 

He rubbed your ass again, then smack! on the right cheek. You jumped.

“Fuck you Desiray!” you shouted. “One…”

Smack!

“Two…”

Twenty-five spanks to your poor buttocks. A few landed on your wet pussy lips, too. When your punishment was complete, Ronnie sat you on the bed, walked to the dresser and retrieved his handcuff keys.

“Can I take these shoes off, now?” you asked, rotating your ankle.

“Oh, absolutely, Honey,” Ronnie said. You kicked off your shoes and he kissed you on the lips. He unlocked the cuffs, tossed them on the bed, and rubbed your wrists. He sat down beside you and gave each wrist a kiss. Then, he looked down and picked up one of your shoes.

“These don’t smell like they’re from eBay,” he said.

“What the fuck does eBay smell like, Ronnie?” you asked. You fell back on the bed.

“These shoes are $695.00 on Christian Louboutin dot com,” he said, ignoring your question.

“But I didn’t pay that much. And what do you know about them?” you asked. “I know what bloody shoes look like and I know they’re expensive,” Ronnie said. 

“Bloody sh--” 

The song played in your head and you chuckled. 

Still examining the shoes, Ronnie tapped the heel against the palm of his hand. “Decent weapons.”

You huffed. 

“Can you get up here and make me come, please?!” 

You spread your legs open.

Ronnie looked at the heel of your shoe, then your pussy--then, your shoe again.

“Absolutely not,” you said firmly.

Ronnie looked at me. I looked at you. Your eyes burned a hole into my soul. I moved my fingers from the keyboard and held my hands in the air, surrendering. Then, I clicked the Grammarly icon in the corner of my screen and considered this entry ‘done’. 

#ronnie peterson smut

[smileybokuto]

Cherry Soda | Chapter Six | not the shoe

Chapter: not the shoe 

wc: 1.7k

warnings: angry Ushi, 

a/n: this chapter is not as good as it could have been and that is on me 🤧

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          “Morning Y/n,” Semi says approaching a seriously pissed off Y/n. Y/n said nothing to Semi just glared in his direction and clicked their tongue. “Where is Wakatoshi?” Y/n’s glare deepened as they continued to walk in the direction of the school. As they approached the school Y/n and Semi both spotted Ushijima standing there talking to Tendo. Y/n took off their left shoe and threw it at the back of his Ushijima’s head. A look of shock plastered Tendo and Semi’s face freezing them in place. 

         “You arrogant jackass!” Y/n screams approaching Ushijima who was rubbing the back of his head. “You couldn’t wait! Huh?! You’re that upset! Fine!” Y/n picks up their shoe and slips their foot back into it. A few people gathered around to watch what was happening. “What are you all looking at?” Y/n glared at the crowd and made their way to class. 

          “What did you do, Ushiwaka? I’ve never seen Y/n that mad before.” Tendo worriedly looked at Ushijima who’s scowl was growing deeper by the second.

          “Tch… annoying,” Ushijima mumbles and walks to his class. 

         “This is not good.” Semi and Tendo watch as Y/n and Ushijima walk separate ways. “I thought he was going to be nice to Y/n?”

          “I can’t believe Y/n threw their shoe at his head!!” Tendo laughed remembering the shock and confusion on Ushijima’s face. 

         “They really have a good arm.” Semi snickers. “We better get going before we are late for class.” 

        “Do you think they will be okay?”

       “They have to be…” Semi mumbles with an uneasy tone. 

       Walking into the classroom Y/n sat down in their seat and rested their head on their desk. Sniffling trying to stop the tears that were threatening to fall. ‘What did I do?’ 

       “Y/n? Are you okay?” A familiar voice asks tapping their shoulder. 

        “Oh, Yamagata. It’s you. I’m fine.” Y/n says resting their head back down. 

Bzzzzz. Bzzzz. Bzzzzzz.

          Y/n pulls out their phone and looks at the contact and shoots up. 

         ‘Sugawara 😍’ 

         “Well, you sure perked up,” Yamagata says startled. “Is it Ushijima?” Y/n glares at the mention of Ushijima. “Not Ushijima got it,” Yamagata says, raising his hands up in defense. “So who is it?”

         “His name is Sugawara. He’s from Karasuno.”

        “Bleh.” Yamagata feigns disgust. 

        “You’re such a jerk. He’s really nice. We have a date this Friday.” Y/n smiles while responding to his morning text. 

        “Well tell him if he hurts you I’ll break his wrists.” He nods while staring at Y/n satisfied. 

        “No, you won’t.” Y/n hums. 

        “What is this I hear about a date~,” Tendo says leaning down next to Y/n. Startled Y/n jumps a little in their seat and Yamagata laughs. 

       “Class is about to start. Please quiet down you three.” The teacher says looking at Y/n, Tendo, and Yamagata. 

       Tendo sits behind Y/n in his seat and leans forward whispering?

      “So he finally set a date?”

      “Yeah Friday.” Tendo watched the soft smile that settled on Y/n’s face while an uneasy feeling filled him. Y/n started to tell Tendo how excited they were about the date. All Tendo could think was ‘Is this really a good thing?’  

       The bell rang for lunch and Y/n groaned and laid their head down on the desk for the second time today. 

       “Come on Y/n we're going to be late for lunch,” Yamagata says, pushing their shoulders. 

      “Go without me… I’ll meet you guys there.” Y/n unconsciously sighed while looking at their lock screen. A picture of them laying on Ushijima with Storm on their phone screen. “ Why are you acting like this?” Y/n asked, with a groan, they stood up and stretched while looking at the door. ‘Should I even go to the cafeteria?’

      “Y/n? What’s taking you so long?” Semi peaks his head in and makes his way over to Y/n who plopped themselves back down in their chair. “That bad huh?” Semi asks, pulling a chair towards Y/n’s desk. 

      “I just don’t know if it’s a good idea for me to go wherever Toshi is right now. I think he’s mad at me but I don’t know why.” Y/n sighs putting their head in their hands. 

      “Well, that sounds like a him problem wouldn’t you say…”

      “Huh?”

      “Well you're friends with everyone else at the table so you can’t just not come. Everyone is worried about you… so get up and let’s go before the whole team comes to find you.” Semi grabs Y/n’s arm and drags them up with him. Y/n groaned but complied and walked to the lunch room with Semi dragging them. 

      “Oh Y/n!! You’re here!” Goshiki says making room for them to sit next to Ushijima and him. 

     “Hi guys,” Y/n smiles and sits in between Tendo and Semi which everyone thought was odd but no one questioned it. 

     “I heard you threw a shoe at Ushijima’s head.” Shirabu cautiously asked. 

     “I did.” Y/n deadpans. 

     “And it hurt too.” Ushijima mumbles. 

     “It was meant to.” Y/n rolled their eyes. 

     “Now now you two no fighting.” Semi says giving a stern look to Ushijima. 

     “Yes mom.” Y/n rolls their eyes and starts stuffing their face with the meat buns Tendo placed in front of them. 

      “Oh Y/n tell us more about this guy you have a date with on Friday.” Yamagata perks up.

       “Y/n?!?!? Has a date?” The team asks no all looking st Y/n. Ushijima’s head snapped towards Y/n when they said that. 

       “You have a date?” Ushijima asks finally lifting his head and looking at Y/n.

       “Yeah, Friday.” Y/n says taking another bite out of their meat bun holding eye contact with Ushijima. 

        “Tch.” He looks away and goes back to eating. The entire table went quiet. 

        “I thought you and Ushijima were dating.” Goshiki says. 

        “We aren’t dating…” Ushijima snaps and Goshiki flinches. 

        “You didn’t have to say it like that,” Y/n says watching the interaction. 

        “Tsk.”

        “You’re so annoying today…” Y/n frowns and crosses their arms. 

       “You’re annoying.” Ushijima answers. 

       “Okay okay. Stop before you say something you regret.” Semi says panic clear in his voice. Y/n gets up and leaves with a few meat buns in hand. Tendo and Yamagata followed closely behind. 

        “Childish.” Semi scoffs looking at Ushijima. 

        “Eita, I am not in the mood.”

        “You are acting like a child Wakatoshi. Just because Y/n like someone other than you doesn’t mean you can act like this. You are in the wrong here. Not Y/n. You.” With that Semi gets up and storms after Y/n. Ushijima sighs and places his head in his hand. 

        Ushijima sat there with his head in his hands trying to figure out what was wrong with him. 

��      ‘What is wrong with me?’ ‘Why am I acting like this?’ ‘I shouldn’t have said that.’ ‘But listening to them talk about him makes me mad.’ ‘I don’t like this feeling. I don’t like it one bit.’ ‘I hate this. Y/n is mad at me but I keep saying the wrong thing.’ ‘I am an idiot.’

       “Ushijima-san… please don’t be mad but you are being kinda mean to Y/n. Did something happen between you two?” Shirabu cautiously asked. 

      “No.” Ushijima answers and sighs. “I seem to be in a disagreeable mood lately. Don’t worry. We should be fine soon.” 

       Meanwhile, Tendo and Yamagata caught up to Y/n who was crying and furiously wiping their eyes. Tendo looks at Yamagata concerned. 

       “Hey wait up!” Semi shouts and a look of relief flushed over Tendo. “Y/n don’t cry!” Semi says startled as he cautiously approaches. 

       “I-I’m s-sorry,” Y/n sobs hugging themselves to help them calm down. “I just don’t know what I did wrong!” Y/n sniffles. 

      “Ahh. I don’t think it’s you.” Semi mumbles patting Y/n’s shoulder. Y/n sniffles and looks at Semi, Tendo and Yamagata with sad eyes. The three boys just looked at each other with a look of concern for their friends. Y/n wiped their faces from the tears and started making their way towards the gate. “Uhh, Y/n where are you going?” Semi asks nervously. 

       “I’m going home… Today has been a lot…”

      “What about practice?”

      “Cover for me?”

       “What?!?! You can’t just skip!! Coach will have your head!” Yamagata worriedly says chasing after Y/n. 

       “Please,” Y/n pouts looking at their friends with sad eyes. “I just want to go home and sleep.”

       “You can’t just run away from your problems Y/n.” Semi sighs crossing his arms over his chest. 

      “Just for today, Eita. Please.”

      “No.” Semi’s eyes slightly shut as he looked at Y/n who sighed. 

      “Y/n~. Don’t be sad! You won’t have to spend anymore time with he who shall not be named. I promise. So let go to class~”

      “You guys suck,” Y/n pouts but links arms with Semi and Tendo. 

      “No we don’t.” Yamagata says patting Y/n’s head. 

      “Maybe you don’t.” Y/n rolls their eyes and chuckles. “Do you guys know why he’s mad at me?” Y/n whispers. 

       “I don’t think he’s mad at you. I think he’s mad at himself.” Semi smiles reassuringly at Y/n. 

      “Why won’t he talk to me?” Y/n’s grip around their arms tightened. 

      “He probably doesn’t know how to tell you.” Tendo hums. 

       “What is he even mad about?” Yamagata asks as Tendo and Semi scowl at him for asking a hard question. “Ahh nevermind it’s probably not important.” 

      “I just want my bestfriend back.” Y/n mumbles looking down at the ground. Semi and Tendo shared a knowing look and then looked back at Yamagata.

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[hitsuackerman]

Serenade (Hawks x Reader)

Prompt: It’s almost 3am and Hawks has a special surprise for his lovely girlfriend.

Warnings: Fluff

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It was late in the night and there you were. Suffering the consequences of your procrastination.

Typing furiously in your laptop, you wracked your brain for every single word you could think useful for your report. Your boss had given you this assignment one week ago and because of a particular someone, you had kept brushing the work aside.

Not that you minded though. He was much more entertaining compared to a report about the current status of the company’s stocks.

Glancing at the time, you stopped typing and groaned. It was now 2:37am. Work tomorrow would start at 9am so this would mean a double shot of espresso once more. Not the best for your palpitating heart.

Stretching your hands, you gathered your hair and put it on a messy bun. Adjusting your blue-light filter glasses, you continued working. Time to time, you would read and skim through articles and files to input onto the report. You could feel yourself slowly going back to your rhythm.

Hearing your phone buzz, you blindly reached for it while your eyes remained glued to a particular folder. Your mind had registered that it was a call and without looking you answered it.

“This is (Y/N). How may I help you?” It had become a habit of yours to answer the phone as businesslike as you could when you chose not to see who the caller was.

“You workin overdrive, (Y/N)?” His voice broke your concentration. The familiar sound of wind rushing through the speakers and that cocky tone. Hearing you sigh, he adjusted his body and flew even faster toward his destination.

“Not now, Hawks.” By now, you were massaging your temple. In hopes it would rid of your headache. Still, the corners of your mouth turned upwards. Your heart fluttered knowing he knew full well you would be working and decided to check up on you.

“It’s always the time.” He replied back. “Get some sleep, (Y/N). Espresso won’t do you good.”

“Says the person who loves sweets.”

“And you’re something sweet.” If he were beside you, a finger gun would have been present. “I’m almost done with my patrol, you know.”

“And so what if you're almost done with your patrol?” He was winning you over. He could definitely feel you smiling over the phone.

“Not implying anything.” He took something out of his pocket and landed smoothly. Removing his visors and headphones. “Besides, I’m too far from you right now.”

Standing outside your window, he saw just how much of a mess you made on your bed. Files and folders were opened and scattered. Looking over at your bedside table, 2 mugs were resting. He was sure one had coffee and the other had tea. The look on your face only told him you were expecting him to drop by.

“Oh…” Your fingertips were now lazily brushing the keyboard. A small pout forming on your mouth when you realized that he wouldn’t be dropping by. “Then I guess I follow your advice. I am tired tho.”

It felt like an awkward answer but you didn’t know how to continue the topic. Balancing the phone between your ear and shoulder, you began to organize the files and stacked them in a pile.

“You sad, baby?” He was now leaning on your window. His eyes wandered to your oversized shirt. It was the one he gave you when you two first made love.  “I’ll make it up to you.”

“It’s okay~ I understand.” You did. He was a pro and that came with the package. Hawks had always encouraged you to join his agency knowing your quirk was pretty powerful. Respecting that you wanted a lowkey life. “I just miss you, though.”

“I miss you too, love nugget.” He prepared his little surprise. “Well, I gotta do a final sweep. Get some sleep, okay?”

“Yes sir.” You replied as you placed your laptop on your desk. At least everything was now out of the way and you could finally sleep.

“I love you, my precious nugget.” Seeing you blush made him a little too excited.

“I love you too, oversized chicken man.” 

With that he ended the call. His eyes follow you. Just when you were wrapped up in your blanket he positioned his little instrument in his mouth. Inhaling he began to serenade you.

“BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZZ~!” Hawks began to use his plastic kazoo.

You sat up from your comfortable bed. Eyes wide with the sudden noise. It seemed to be coming from your window. The sound did seem to have a melody into it, it just wasn’t clear. Standing up, you listened to the annoying kazoo being played.

Squinting your eyes, you tried to identify what song it was. You facepalmed at the realization that the song being badly played was none other than True by Spandau Ballet. Heading towards your window, you grinned like a small child. That chicken man always loved surprising you. When you opened your window, a bunch of his small feathers came raining down on you. 

“Makeshift rose petals, I presume?”

Now that your windows were open, the kazoo sound was even louder than before.

“BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ BZZZZZ BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ BZZZ” Hawks proceeded to play. This time, he walked towards your window. Never in your life did you think a person playing a kazoo would look that sexy.

“This is new, even coming from you.” You commented while laughing. Your shoulders shaking at the scenery of your boyfriend serenading you at 3am.

Taking the instrument out of his mouth, he placed it back into his pocket. A smirk replacing it.

“Surprise~” Floating towards you, he held both your cheeks and kissed your lips deeply. Both of you smiling as your lips touch. “Did that impress you?”

Moving a bit, he pulled his wings together and entered your room. Stretching them out once more when he was finally inside. He opened his legs and you sat in between them. Hugging his waist as his wings enveloped your body.

“It woke me up, I’ll give you that.” You nuzzled your head on his stomach. His gloved hands running through your hair. Bending a little, he kissed the crown of your head.

“You don’t mind me crashing your place?” He lifted your chin with his index and thumb. His golden eyes glowed with the dim light of your room.

“You’re most welcome to crash.” You happily replied. Letting go of his waist, you stood up and went towards your closet and took some clothes for him to wear as he made his way towards the washroom to bathe. Having left the door open, you placed the clothes on the counter and went back to your bed.

By the time he was finished, you welcomed him with open arms as he crawled to the open space left for him. Positioning his wings in a comfortable manner, he hugged you tightly and used his wing as a blanket. Feeling you nuzzle on his neck made him feel relaxed after the rather long patrol.

“Shall we make some fried chicken tomorrow?” He asked. His voice soft and nothing more than a whisper.

“You know I have work tomorrow, Keigo.” You tightened your hold on him. Knowing it might be  awhile before you could feel his body again.

“Well… I managed to ask your boss a favor and because he’s a fan, he extended your deadline.” Your head jerked up and you stared into his eyes. They were tired but he was fighting the urge to sleep.

“Are you serious?”

“You’re all mine tomorrow, baby~” He leaned in to kiss your cheek. “I’ll help, don't worry.”

Resting your head back on his chest, you let out a sigh of relief. This was indeed one of the advantages of having a pro hero as a boyfriend. A huge weight had definitely been taken off your shoulders.

“You’re my hero.”

“I know.” He teased back followed by a soft snore.

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[creativenostalgiastuff]

Last Words

Summary: Roman is just about to get married to the love of his life, Virgil, when he gets a phone call from Patton. Part of my Prinxiety Human AU. Angst to fluff prompt. Hurt/comfort

Pairing: Prinxiety (romantic), hinted logicality (romantic/platonic)

Warnings: mention of homophobia, weddings, anxiety attack, misplaced anger, manipulation mention

Word Count: 2303

Author’s note: Ha, finally got through writing something. This is so much fluff. 

Roman inspects himself in the mirror, turning side to side so that he can admire the craftsmanship of his suit: the red pants fit him correctly as to accentuate his assets, the matching jacket holding just enough flare in the color that the classic fight looked perfect. He gives himself a smile as he continues his inspection. Today he had to look perfect. 

Today, Roman is going to marry the love of his life: Virgil. 

It had been a long road to get to where they are now. The two of them had started out as friends. Okay, that wasn’t true. They started off hating each other. Roman had first noticed Virgil giving him what could only be described as death glares from the back of the bus when he got off at his stop. Eventually Logan, who was Roman’s lab partner turned friend, had introduced him to Patton, and Patton’s friend, Virgil. Virgil had seemed just as cautious with Roman as he was with him, which just frustrated Roman even more. Eventually, after getting locked in the choir room together, the two had blown up and finally cleared the air between them. A few months passed before Roman realized he had fallen for the Emo. At the desperate plea of Logan to “stop pining and just do something”, Roman took his courage and asked Virgil out. The rest, as they say, was history. Here they were, five years since that initial meeting, on their wedding day.

Roman’s smile drops as he finds a piece of hair out of place. He starts to mess with it; it needs to lay flat but not so flat that it loses its volume. Perfection was the goal. Besides, he didn’t need to leave his apartment for another hour in order to make it to downtown in time. 

Bzzzzz. Bzzzz.

Roman picks up his phone from the table next to the mirror and glances at the caller ID: Patton. He slides his finger across the screen and puts it up to his ear as his eyes fall once again on the mirror, “Hey Patton! Whattup?”

“Oh thank goodness, Roman,” Patton’s voice comes through the phone in a harsh whisper, a hint of relief as he says his name. 

“What’s wrong, Pat?” Roman asks as he turns away from the mirror. 

“Its Virge,” Patton answers, his words coming quick and desperate. 

“Is he okay?”

“His family called,” explained the friend. “I don’t know what they said, but we can’t get him to calm down.”

Roman clenches his fist. Virgil’s family was only bad news. They didn’t accept him being gay. So them contacting him on the day of his wedding could only be assumed to be a ploy to manipulate Virgil as they had done in the past. 

“I’m sorry for calling you, Ro,” Patton continues. “I know you two want today to be perfect. It’s just… we don’t know what to do. Logan has been trying to lead him through his exercises, but it just isn’t working. And you always seem to know how to help him. I know you two hadn’t wanted to see the other until it was time...”

Roman walks to the door, grabbing his keys off of the hanger on the wall, and heads out, “No, it's important. I’m glad you called. I’m on my way. I’ll be there in four. Can I talk to him?”

“Sure, let me go back in,” Patton says. Roman hears the door open on the phone and Logan murmuring quietly in the background as well as heavy breathing that could only be coming from Virgil. Roman listens as Patton talking in a soothing voice, “Virge, you wanna talk to Ro?”

The gasps slow for a second before picking up.

“Put me on speaker,” Roman demands as he takes off on a brisk jog; Logan’s apartment, where Virgil was staying for the day, was just three blocks away. A car would just slow him down. 

Virgil’s breathing gets easier to hear, signalling to Roman that Patton followed his request. “Hey there, Dark and Stormy Knight,” Roman says, trying to keep his breathing even. “It sounds like you’re having an anxiety attack, but it’ll be over soon. Just follow Logan’s breathing.”

“I know what to do,” Virgil spits out. “It just… I can’t… This isn’t what you wanted today...”

“If you put your hand on my chest it may be easier…” explains Logan.

“Really?” shouts Virgil, his breathing picking up. 

“I want you to be okay, whatever it takes. Can you put a hand on Lo’s chest?” Roman asks forcing calmness into his voice, ignoring Virgil’s misplaced anger. “For me?”

There is a pause before Roman hears a shuffle on the other side.

“Thank you,” Logan praises. 

Roman continues his jog, loosening his tie. He looks around and notices the local bakery as he crosses another street. “When was the last time we all went to the bakery?” Roman asks. Logan had once said that distractions could be useful and Roman knew that the last memory here was a good one.

“Two weeks ago, wasn’t it?” Logan answers, his approval and understanding coming through to Roman. 

“Oh right,” Patton pipes up. “They had just taken those chocolate chip cookies out of the oven!”

“They’re always better when they’re warm,” Roman agrees. “We’ll have to go back this week and see if we can get lucky.”

“Perhaps there is a schedule as to when they make them,” suggests Logan. 

“Maybe,” muses Patton.

Roman sighs as he turns the corner and can see the door to the apartment, “I’m just outside.”

“Door should be open,” Patton says before hanging up.

Roman jogs up to the door and goes into the familiar apartment.

He finds the three men in the kitchen. Patton is standing in the doorway, holding his phone. When Roman approaches, he steps to the side.

Roman’s heart sinks when he sees Virgil and Logan. Logan is kneeling, his face soft while his eyes seem calculating behind his glasses. He’s holding Vigil’s hand on his chest, softly so that Virgil can pull away without fighting. Logan’s shoulders are moving with his exaggerated breathing, his voice low as he counts the exercise.

Virgil has one hand on Logan and the other wrapped around his knees. His hoodie is draped over his shoulders with the hood up, but his arms aren’t in the sleeves, meaning either Logan or Patton had tried to use it to help distract and comfort their friend. His purple bangs stick out from under the hood, helping to hide his eyes. 

Roman takes a moment before he addresses them, “Hey there.”

“Roman,” Logan acknowledges. 

Roman kneels next to the two as his eyes scan, noticing Virgil’s tense grip on his legs and in ability to make eye contact. “How are we doing?” he asks, his eyes never leaving his almost husband. 

Virgil buries his face into his knees, pulling his hand back from Logan. 

Logan sits back and looks at Roman, “It’s a process.”

Roman nods, his mouth dry, “Right. You wanna talk about it, Virge?”

There is no response. Roman runs a hand through his hair before he looks at Logan and Patton, “Can… can you guys give us a minute?”

Logan nods, stands up, and walks over to Patton. Patton gives Roman an encouraging smile, taking Logan’s hand and leading him to the hallway, leaving Roman and Virgil alone on the kitchen floor. 

Roman sighs and scoots towards the cabinets. He sits with his back to them, his knees propped up in front of him. He leans his head back against the cool wood and looks at the kitchen light. 

“Okay, Doom and Gloom,” Roman starts, closing his eyes. “You’re not ready to talk about it, I get it. But whatever happened, I promise it is something we can work through. Whenever you’re ready, I’ll be right here.”

He can sense eyes on him, so he opens his own meeting Virgil’s. Roman can’t help but smile, “There are those eyes.”

Virgil shifts across the floor, getting closer to Roman, while still maintaining his ball like state. Roman flattens his legs out, understanding that it was almost inevitable now that they were alone that Virgil would end up in his lap. And sure enough, Virgil lays down with his head in Roman’s lap still curled in the fetal position. 

Roman moves to take the hoodie off of Virgil’s head, laying it like a blanket instead over him. He then starts carding his fingers through Vigre’s hair, slowly and careful to apply just the right amount of pressure. Roman can’t help but smile when he hears Virgil sigh and watches as the tension starts to leave him. “That’s right, Dark Knight, I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere.”

“You sure of that?” Virgil asks, his voice quiet. 

“Of course,” Roman answers, his brow creased. “Pretty sure that when I asked you to marry me, it meant I wasn’t going anywhere.” 

“You could always change your mind.”

“Do you honestly think so little of me?” asks Roman. “After all we’ve been though, you think I would just change my mind? We both know many people have tried to get either one of us to change our minds. Yet we’re still here, together, after all of these years. We kept choosing each other, again and again. And we still will. Because we are strong.”

“But D said…”

“Forget your family,” Roman snaps before he catches himself. He takes a deep breath, “I mean, don’t worry about what D said. Do you want to marry me?”

“Yeah.”

“And I still want to marry you. Forget the others. We’re doing this for us, right?”

“Right.”

“We’re gonna finish getting ready,” Roman explains with a smile. “We’re gonna go downtown with Logan and Patton, as our witnesses, to the court. We’re gonna stand in front of a justice of the peace. I’m gonna gush about how amazing you are and promise you the stars. You’ll put up with it because you love me and honestly find it sweet even if you don’t want to admit it.”

That earns a smile from Virgil as Roman continues, “Then you’ll get your turn to say whatever you want. There’ll be some legal signing of things that I am sure Logan will find the most romantic of us all because god he’s such a nerd he would get excited over paperwork.”

“Be nice,” Virgil warns as he sits up, putting his head on Roman’s shoulder. 

“Sorry,” Roman admits before continuing, “And they’ll pronounce us husband and husband. And we’ll then go party with our family and friends, our real family and friends. Not your parents and brother, but our found family. And we’re gonna eat some good food and dance to whatever songs you want and just have fun celebrating us. Does that sound like fun?”

Virgil sighs and looks at Roman with eyes that just melt Roman’s heart, “Yeah. It does.”

“Great!” says Roman as he stands up and offers a hand to Virgil, a cheeky grin on his face. “Do you trust me?

Virgil rolls his eyes as he accepts the hand and gets pulled to his feet, “Seriously, do you know any other Disney pick-up lines?

“Is that a challenge?”

“Of course not,” Virgil laughs as brushes a piece of hair out of Roman’s face, causing Roman to blush. 

Roman can’t help himself. He takes his fiance’s hand and spins him once before pulling him close, placing his other hand on Virgil’s waist. Virgil shakes his head with a smile as he allows Roman to dance with him for a moment. 

Roman starts humming as he dances Virgil around the room, lost in his own little world. He was really going to marry this guy in an hour. Granted, the two of them had been together for so long, it just sort of seemed natural to make it official at this point. And now that they were old enough and independent from their disapproving and homophobic families, there was no reason to wait any longer. 

“What are you thinking?” Virgil asks after a moment.

Roman snaps back to reality, “Nothing.

Virgil chuckles, “Really? You’re humming Stronger Than You?”

“Hm? Oh sorry,” Roman blushes. “I guess I was just thinking that  I don’t care what your family said. I love you. Now and Forever. And they’re just jealous of what we have.” 

“I love you too,” says Virgil. “And you’re right.”

Roman spins Virgil and dips him with a dramatic flare, “I’m sorry can I get a recording of that?”

“I hate to interrupt,” Logan calls from the hallway. “But since it sounds as if things are okay, I thought I should notify you that we need to leave in five if we wish to remain on time.”

“Thank you five,” Roman answers before he turns his attention back to his partner and sets him upright again.

Virgil surprises Roman by pulling him in for a kiss, causing Roman’s heart to flutter. Sure, when dating, over time the butterfly feeling became less frequent. It was completely normal. But every once in a while, Virgil would find a way to get the response from Roman, making him fall head over heels in love again. And again. And again.

Virgil pulls away again sooner than Roman wants, tying his tie for him. Roman smiles and straightens Virgil’s shirt. After another moment of fussing over one another, Roman takes Virgil’s hand, “Okay, let’s go get married then. Any last words?”

Virgil smiles as he shakes his head, “You say that like marriage is a death sentence.”

“With you, my darling, it is anything but,” Roman says as he kisses the top of Virgil’s hand, causing the Emo to laugh lightly. “Let’s go start writing our happily ever after.”

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who’s callling…I hope it’s not mother. She knows not to call me when I’m at work..,  Ah! Good! “Hi Ab..!” “Hey girl…how are you!” “Hey I’m great sweetie! How are you? “I’m good! How are our new girls working out for you? You don’t have one of them as an assistant, answering your phone for you yet?” “Haha ahhh no not yet..! I’m busy but I’m not that busy. And hey I’m still working on getting you that appointment with him. So what’s up?” “Hey so I wanted to call and give you the results from when you were in to the clinic, a couple weeks ago.” “Oh yeah! I was wondering when I’d hear. Usually it’s just like a few days..” “Yeah well I guess the results were sorta weird, they wanted to double check a few things.” “Weird? Like, how so?” “Well…” “You can tell me…” “I mean, you knew some of this was going on already….Strength, muscle mass: up. Endurance: up. Height, weight, cup size: up, up, up.” “Oh Abby really?” “Miss you gained twenty pounds in…how long have you been there? Six weeks?” “Omigod yes, I know…Not even five, but just over three weeks when I was actually in at the clinic. Twenty pounds in three weeks?” “And almost three inches.” “How tall was I when I started?” “Uh…it says five-nine.” “So it is three inches. I just measured myself last night.” “You don’t sound too happy, girl…this could be a good thing.” “C’mon, you know. I really wanted this job to be about my brain not my body. I really thought it’d be different this time…“ Abby is quiet for a bit. “Why is this happening to me??” If im being honest not all of me is pissed tho “It’s your hormones, Missy, like always. I mean, these numbers are through the roof this time. It’s like you’re pregnant with twins, going through a crazy-ass puberty and ovulating for fifty other women.” “How about the, like, tests on the computer they had me do?” “You mean the IQ battery? Sorry, Missy…flat. The only thing flat about you.” “Damnit c’mon!” I probably shouldn’t giggle. “And, also, this is new…you know your body is dumping like, tons of pheromones, right?" “Uh, tell me what those are again?” “You know, the chemicals your body puts off.” "Oh yeah. They…make me smell nice, make other people, guys, want to be nice to me.” “Well, yes right. They…get attracted to you. Inhibitions go down. That sort of thing.” “And I’m making more of them? That’s, like…happened to me before, right?” “Yes, but this time, it’s, like, so much more, like more than a thousand times more.” “That’s a lot, huh?” “Uh, yeah.” "ooo I guess I have to be careful…" but i’m also like…thinking about him…excited “yeah, but…Miss, these are different.” “Like, how?” “Well, have the other girls been acting funny in any way? Feeling funny?” “I dunno? Not that they’ve told me?” “How about him? Anything different?” “well…”

#Growing Into the Job

[wckdquirk]

Telling Him You’re Pregnant

A/N: I WANNA TURN THIS INTO A SERIES!! Like the next one would be how he is during the pregnancy and so on!! my heart is so swole for these boys <3. Also, my last two brain cells were struggling so hard to edit this ksdskdh so i apologize for any mistakes lmfao

Also also, this is set many years after UA, where you’re married to them and they’re all pro heroes. ENJOY!!

Bakugou Katsuki:

“Okay, okay. You got this. You can do this. just go up to him and say it. ‘Hey Katsuki, we’re having a baby.’ That’s it. He won’t be mad. PLEASE DON’T BE MAD.” You walked in frantic circles around your apartment. Katuski would be home any minute now and you would have to break the news to him. You prayed he wouldn’t be mad.

You heard the front door slam shut. “Babe, you home?” Katsuki echoed.

“I’m in here!” You responded. You inhaled deeply and hid the positive pregnancy test behind your back. Everything’s going to be just fine. “Hey Katsu, how was work? Kick anyones ass today?”

“Tch. I wish. It was a slow day today, just a simple run in with a low level thug. Boring if you ask me.” He groaned as he moved to stand in front of you.

“Well.. that’s good. Um, considering I have something pretty exciting to share with you.. well at least I hope it’s exciting.” You nervously twiddled your fingers and couldn’t dare to look him in the eye.

“Well then spit it out.”

Seconds of silence passed until you reached behind you and gripped the pregnancy test. Fuck it. “I’m pregnant.” You blurted out as you handed him the stick of plastic.

You looked at him and awaited his reaction. A long pause of silence ensued as he stared open mouthed at the test lying in his hand. He blinked a couple times to confirm it read positive. A word hadn’t come out of his mouth yet.

“Oh my god. You’re mad aren’t you? Katsuki please don’t be mad, I was so scared to tell you I didn’t know what i was going to d-“

“ARE YOU KIDDING ME?” Your heart dropped. “I’M SO FUCKING HAPPY! WE’RE HAVING A BABY? OH MY GOD WE’RE HAVING A FUCKING BABY. I’M GONNA BE A DAD! Oh my god I’m going to be a dad...” He stopped and crashed his lips onto yours as his hands gripped the sides of your face. You could practically feel his heart pounding in his chest. “I love you. I love you so much.”

“So.. you’re not mad?” You sheepishly asked, almost embarrassed for expecting an anger fueled reaction from him.

“How the fuck could I be mad? I’m having a child, with the love of my damn life. Shit couldn’t be better. I can’t fucking believe it.” Katsuki sat on the bed behing you and stared at the test with a smile on his face, he didn’t know what else to say. For once in his life he was almost speechless. Almost.

“HEY SHITTY HAIR I’M GONNA BE A DAD!” You whipped around to see Katsuki yelling into his phone.

“ARE YOU CALLING KIRISHIMA?”

Kaminari Denki:

Ohhh fuck. Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck. You paced around the restroom waiting for the pregnancy test to tell you your answer. Well, actually, you had already gotten your answer, seven other pregnancy tests stated that you were indeed, very pregnant. You couldn’t believe them though, your eyes must’ve deceived you. You rubbed your eyes as you looked at the most recent test, staring into the tiny screen. Still Positive. How were you going to tell Denki?

After a couple minutes of freaking out you decided that just straight up going to him and telling him would be the best course of action. You two had talked a couple times about starting a family, but the thought of it actually happening scared the shit out of you.

You shoved all eight tests into your pockets. For extra confirmation. You told yourself.

You rounded the corner to the kitchen where Denki was fidgeting with the new toaster oven, trying to get it to work. You couldn’t help but smile. What a cutie. Wait, no. Focus. “Denki? Babe?” You called as you leaned over the counter top.

“Hey baby, don’t mind me this... tch stupid freaking toaster oven won’t work.” He spoke in fragmented sentences as he banged on top of the appliance. Like that would do anything.

“Yeah well actually, I have something kinda sorta really important to tell you. And it kinda needs your undivided attention.” You were starting to get antsy.

“Just oneeee more minute, princess. You’ll have my attention after this...” A tiny electric bolt was shot at the oven, “...Piece of garbage finally starts working. Why does this always happen every time? These stupid things neve-“

“I’m pregnant.”

BZZZZZ. Denki fell to the ground in shock..literally.. he electrocuted himself.

“OH FUCK. DENKI? Are you okay? Holy fuck this would happen with my luck.” You whisper shouted as you raced around the counter to put your hands on his face. You couldn’t help but laugh at the blank idiotic expression Denki gave you. “But did you hear that, you dummy? You’re going to be a dad!” You happily spoke, trying to salvage this mess of a situation.

He paused for a moment, and you thought he actually understood what was happening. Instead, he gave you a thumbs up and yelled “YEE!” before knocking out.

An hour passed until Denki woke up, and you stood right by his side until he did. “Good morning you ding dong.“ You smiled.

He made eye contact with you for a few seconds, and you thought he was still in his idiotic state. “I’M GOING TO BE A DAD!?” Nope. Definitely aware. He flew off the couch and picked you up in his arms “I’M GOING TO BE A DAD!” He placed you back down and kissed your lips, making the hairs on the back of your neck raise from the slight electricity buzzing throughout him. He pressed your foreheads together, “I love you so much, honey. Also... sorry for going past my wattage limit and freaking out earlier. When I heard what you said.. I just couldn’t believe it. Basically what I’m trying to say is, sorry...” He put his hand to his mouth, stifling his laughter. “...Sorry for being a BUZZKILL! Get it? Because electricity sometimes makes a buzzing sound!”

You couldn’t help but face palm as Denki died from laughter behind you. ‘This is the father of my child ladies and gentleman...’ You sighed to yourself in sweet joy. ‘And I love him.’

Midoriya Izuku:

“Perfect.” You whispered in content as you fastened the bow on the gift box. The box contained the secret of yours and Izuku’s future; you were pregnant. You had waited a couple of days after first finding out just to be sure everything was certain, and now you were ready to tell him the news. You knew he’d be ecstatic, and he’d make a great dad too, but you couldn’t help but feel a twinge of doubt in your core. There was always a chance that maybe he wouldn’t be as happy as you thought. You inhaled deeply. No. You knew in your heart that he would be over the moon happy about this.

You felt the butterflies dance crazily in your stomach as you set the box down on your shared bed. He would be home any second now.

“Sweetheart? I’m home!” Izuku’s voice called out from the front door. This is it.

“I’m in the bedroom, honey!” You answered.

Izuku walked happily through the door and towards you, and placed a sweet kiss onto your forehead before wrapping you in a light embrace. You could tell he had a good day, and you were hoping this would make it better.

Izuku’s eyes shifted to the gift box sitting on top of the bed. “What’s this princess? Oh no, did I forget an important day? Oh my gosh I am so sorry princess I didn’t even rea-“

“No, no Izuku don’t worry. You didn’t forget anything.” He sighed in relief. “I just wanted to get you something special, open the box!” Your hands were almost shaking in excitement.

He carefully untied the bow and opened the lid, and pulled out a green piece of small clothing. A baby onesie; with the words ‘Number One Hero’ printed on it in block lettering. Izuku held up the item and scanned over it in confusion. You could tell his mind was working a mile a minute trying to figure out why you decided to give this to him.

“Princess.. w-what are you trying to tell me? Are you p-pregnant?” He stuttered.

You could only nod in response as tears threatened to spill from your eyes.

“I don’t know what to say.” He pulled you into a tight embrace and cried tears of complete joy into your shoulder. “I love you so so much, sweetheart. This is amazing.”

“I love you too, Izuku. You’re going to be such a great father, I know it.” You sighed in sweet relief and connected your lips to his. This feeling of bliss, joy, and relief were almost too overwhelming. You were already overflowing with love for your baby and for your husband.

Izuku pulled out his phone and snapped a picture of the baby onesie. “Baby what are you doing?” You asked.

“Oh, I’m sending this to All Might. I want him to be one of the first to know.” He blushed.

“You’re such a dork you know that?” You teased as you placed a kiss to his temple. You knew at that moment in your heart, that there was no one else in the world you’d want to start a little family with.

Todoroki Shouto:

You licked the envelope and pressed the ends shut. You just spent the better part of an hour writing and rewriting the letter you planned to give Shouto when he returned home from work. It seemed like no matter how many times you rewrote the letter, it never seemed like a good enough way to tell him. But letters are personal, and you knew Shouto appreciated personal gifts such as these. Especially since this gift contained the secret of another gift; your unborn child. You felt your heart beat faster at the thought of having a baby, you already were so in love with them. And you knew Shouto would feel the same way too.

You placed the sealed envelope on the dining room table and scribbled the words ‘OPEN’ on it. It was the first thing Shouto would see when he walked in, there was no way he could miss it.

You heard the sound of a car pulling into the driveway and quickly hid in the hallway. You figured you would wait behind him while he read the letter, so when he turned around, he would see a positive pregnancy test in your hand.

The door creaked open and you could see Shouto walk in quietly, looking around for any sign of you. Instead, he saw a crisp white envelope waiting for him on the table. He followed the instructions and opened it with caution. His eyes began to scan the page:

“Dear Todoroki Shouto,

Ever since we first met at UA I knew you would always be in my life, for better and for worse. I knew since we first met that I was completely enamored with you. We we constantly butting heads in class and we both got on each others nerves, but deep down inside you and I both knew that we felt something more for each other than just a friendly rivalry. I still remember when you first told me you loved me; we were sitting in your dorm room while music hummed softly in the background. My head was on your chest while you fiddled with strands of my hair, you placed your finger under my chin, and tilted my head up to look at your eyes. And then you said it, you said those three words that still bring my heart so much joy, you said you loved me. Now years later and we’re married and I get to spend every night and every morning with you. It was always just you and me, no real responsibilities other than to keep each other safe from harm. Well... until now. We now have someone else we’ll need to take care of, and love, and protect. I wouldn’t want to share this experience with anyone other than you, my love.

Now, put the letter down and turn around, you dork.”

You stood there, tears flowing softly from your glazed eyes. He was also already crying as his eyes scanned over you, the letter, and the pregnancy test in your hands. “Are y-you being serious right now? You’re not joking?” He fumbled over his words as his mouth hung open.

You shook your head and tears flowed more freely now. In what seemed like a split second, he had you in a crushing embrace, holding you tight to his body. “I love you so much. I’m so happy.” You felt his tears soak through your shirt. “I promise to be the best father and husband I can ever be, I swear to you I will do everything I can to keep you happy.” He sniffled before looking up at you and molding your lips to his. His lips were salty yet soft, and you could almost feel the love radiating off of him. He pressed his forehead against yours and you both stood there for awhile, locked in a silent embrace.

That night, you two stood up thinking of baby names and what the nursery would look like. You couldn’t help but smile at the enthusiasm Shouto showed towards your incoming baby. He even kissed your tummy a couple of times. As you lied your head on his chest, you couldn’t help but remember the time in UA exactly like this, where he said he loved you. Now years later you were in the same position, only now expecting a child. As you drifted off into the sweet bliss of sleep you heard Shouto whisper one last thing.

“I love you two so much more than you could imagine.”

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