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lollytea · 1 year

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do you think everyone else in the hexsquad knows about Hunter's crush on Willow? and/or vice versa, maybe? even that there's something happening but it's a slow and tentative thing that they shouldn't push or meddle in? like Hunter is valiantly trying not to be painfully flustered and obvious around the others while Willow seems to be making some attempt to be subtle and deliberate about when she does The Flirts and i'm curious how much either of them they're succeeding

I've been thinking about it and I believe the most logical conclusion based on what we know from Thanks to Them is that they all know to some extent but their level of knowledge varies depending on the person. But one tidbit that they are all very aware of is Hunter's painfully obvious crush on Willow. They're just. Politely ignoring it.

Because like. I think if this was a thing they knew and made their business, Thanks of Them would have at least given one example of them giving him looks or making some comment alluding to it. There's none of that. Which could mean that none of them actually know. But...c'mon...

Like how the fuck is he hiding this? Realistically speaking. He goes bright red when Willow does anything. There is no way he's been doing that for months with not a single person noticing.

So I figure that while Willow's feeling might be a little more subtle and not everybody is entirely certain of them, one thing they can all agree on is Hunter.

I imagine that it's kinda similar to Willow and Gus's reaction when lumity was developing. Like they knew but they let Luz and Amity figure it out for themselves rather than get involved.

Vee would absolutely clock Hunter as a hopeless girl liker immediately. Like she's been having a pleasantly slice-of-life teenage experience these last few months while her sister has been fighting for her life. Vee hangs around with her average teen friends, she watches TV, she's sniffed around online. Vee sees like twelve stupid crushing teenage boys on her morning route to the supermarket alone. Like she knows the drill.

I also kinda like the thought that she knows about Willow's crush too. Their friendship in Thanks to Them is so cute so I really like to headcanon they often hang out when Lumity and the Menace Brothers are off doing their own thing. So they're having giggly little private talks and idk brushing each others hair or whatever. So Vee knows about Willow's feelings because Willow told her. Like she's gotta be a gushing teenage girl about Hunter to somebody and honestly I can't think of a more perfect candidate than Vee.

It would be cute if Vee was the reason Willow really started stepping up her flirting game. Like she thinks Hunter might like her but she's still not certain, and Vee offers her opinion that he most definitely does. With that certainty in mind, Willow gets a little bolder in how she approaches her interactions with him and eventually starts to pick up that Vee was right. He is absolutely reciprocating. It's simply a matter of waiting until he's ready to flirt back.

Love to think that Gus cares the least about this shit but he's also cursed to be the most perceptive of the group. Labyrinth Runners reveals that he's very good at reading even the subtler emotions of both Hunter and Willow. So neither of them told him but he's known since the day they fucking met. He actually caught on to Willow's strange shift in behavior first during the events of ASIAS and it wasn't until he became more familiar with Hunter better that he realized it was mutual.

But like. He doesn't really care. It doesn't bother him really but he's not exactly bursting with excitement over it. He figures if he just leaves them to it, they'll eventually sort out what they are to each other. That's what happened with Luz and Amity anyway.

I feel like he would never make a big deal about it. But based on "You wanna borrow my library card to visit Amity, don't you?" being his way to saying he knew that lumity had something going on, he'd definitely just drop it in casual conversation. Which scares the absolute shit out of Hunter. Like

"Hey Hunter, Camila's got groceries in the trunk. Help us bring them in."

"Oh sure, no problem."

"But please don't do that thing where you try to carry four bags at once. It never ends well."

"That was one time!"

"Yeah and Willow's already out there so there's bound to be a second time. Your crush on her makes you do stupid stuff."

"MY WHA T????"

So yeah Gus doesn't bring it up often. But whenever he does, it startles Hunter terribly. Based on the whole lumity cookbook thing, he's nice enough that he'd try to help every now and again. He's not exactly good at it. And he doesn't do much. But he helps. And Hunter is already at a complete loss on what to do so he'll just blindly follow whatever advice Gus gives him. This leads to him gifting Willow a cookie tin of dirt. (She liked it so Hunter has not disowned Gus as his wingman just yet.)

When it comes to Willow, it'd be post ASIAS-pre LR where they'd just be at school, eating lunch and Willow is glued to her scroll.

"Are you all smiley and giggly because you're texting the Golden Guard?" Gus asks boredly.

Willow looks up, surprised. Then she smirks. "And if I am?"

"I'm not gonna say anything but I'm gonna be pretty "Hmmm" about it."

Willow just laughs. "What if I said he was cute."

"Girl..."

But now that Gus and Hunter are besties, he is also equipped to help Willow along. Of course, Willow doesn't exactly need help. She's actually doing perfectly fine on her own. But yknow he'll occasionally feed her information. Like "Okay okay there's this one line from Cosmic Frontier. Write this down, it's like--I said write it down. It's like his weakness. He's quoted it a billion times today alone. If you say it, I promise you he'll swoon. Trust me on this."

Hunter did swoon so Gus has not lost Willow's wingman privileges either.

Amity is just not very observant to others' feelings a lot of the time unless they make them explicitly obvious. I feel like this is especially true with Willow who she loves but doesn't always have the best read on. Like Amity was completely oblivious to Willow's frustration with her in LR so it's safe to say she doesn't really understand her inside and out. And that's fine, she needs some time to get to know the real Willow. So yeah she wouldn't really notice that Willow has a crush on Hunter unless it is point blank explained to her.

It also never even crosses her mind that Willow could possibly be attracted to Hunter. That anybody could be attracted to Hunter. Because frankly Hunter is the most romantically unappealing creature Amity has ever beholded. And she does not mean that in a mean way. It is simply fact. So the eyes she's giving Willow during the cosplay scene is just complete bewilderment because she cannot comprehend why Willow is encouraging this.

Like girl, she wants to smooch his stupid face. Keep up.

But there is no discernable way Amity does not see herself in Hunter. He is tomatoing all over the place. Like it doesn't matter now unobservant she is. This shit is impossible to miss. But quite honestly, I think Amity understanding what he's going through would lead to her not saying a word about it. Like he's clearly still in the very emotionally muddled stage. He's figuring out what he's feeling. He's coming to terms with it. So maybe he'd like to get a better understanding of it before his friends are pressuring him into making a move/confessing. And she gets that it's a very vulnerable way to feel. Sometimes you want to feel like you have some privacy over your emotions, even when you know you're very bad at hiding them. It's not Hunter's fault he's prone to blushing and displaying his crush for the world to see. But he has a right to keep it to himself until he's ready to talk about it. Amity respects that.

When it comes to Luz, I originally saw it as her being too focused on returning to the Boiling Isles to notice that something was developing. But after Thanks to Them, I see it differently. Over these last few months, Luz and Hunter have had this secret bubble between the two of them that nobody else knows about. Obviously they know about the Philip and grimwalker stuff but I could easily imagine the two of them slipping into this relationship where they just spill the beans of all the dark ugly and confusing emotions that they don't feel comfortable telling anyone else about.

Having a crush is definitely a lot more lighthearted than the stuff they usually talk about but it's Hunter's first crush so it makes him feel very vulnerable and weird. And if he's gonna vocalize that unfamiliar feeling to anyone, it would be Luz.

And I know Luz is a hopeless romantic. I know. Buuuut. I like to think that being around Eda and Raine for a short period of time really opened her eyes to the fact that romance can be...complicated? Difficult? Messy? Basically, just not as shiny and bubbly as she used to think it was. As such, Luz does not jump at the opportunity to pair Hunter and Willow up. Season 1-season 2A Luz might have. But she is not the same girl. Her view on romantic love is a little more nuanced. Sometimes it's something you have to be careful with. So she doesn't push it. Like Amity, Luz deduces that Hunter needs a little time to process what he's feeling before he goes diving into the next stage. So she gives him space to do that. In the meantime, she's here if he wants a void to yell into about it.

All that being said, Luz would occasionally tease him about it now and again.

When it comes to Willow's feelings, I feel like Luz has tried to subtly suss them out on Hunter's behalf but it's....difficult. Not because Willow is subtle about it but because Luz and Willow's feelings for Hunter kinda overlap into something very unclear.

Willow and Luz both have that sapphic girl tendency where they are deeply fascinated with the same soggy piece of bread of a guy. They want to study him under a microscope. They want to put him in an enclosure filled with strange objects that he doesn't understand and observe his behavior through the security camera. The only difference is that Willow mostly behaves this way because she thinks he's boyfriend material, while Luz just sees him as her most beloved moth eaten stuffed animal.

But because Willow's enthusiasm and support of Hunter is so similar to her own, Luz has a hard time coming to a conclusion on if Willow's feelings have branched out into the romantic direction.

Because like Willow will say shit like "Hunter is so cute <3"

And Luz responds. "Yeah. He reminds me of one of the feral possums we kept finding in the shack."

"I want to kiss him." She'll sigh absentmindedly.

And Luz has to internally debate this for over ten minutes because she also wants to kiss Hunter. On the forehead. Because she's always wanted to kiss a feral possum on the forehead. So she is forced to concede that she has no fucking idea what Willow feels, despite the fact that Willow could not be any more obvious if she tried.

#huntlow #this isnt like a proper analysis or anything. just silly headcanons

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simplystevies · 3 years

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is this love?

pairings || fake!bf!pornstar!andy barber x pornstar!f!reader

summary || your feelings with your online boyfriend change incredibly once he says those short few words.

warnings || 18+ minors dni, porn, recorded sex, age gap (reader is of age), size kink, mentions of divorce, roleplay sex, mentions of food, spanking, hair pulling, choking, fake dubcon?, forced blowjob, degrading, but also praise?? if that makes sense, oral (m), daddy kink, denied orgasm.

note || hi everyone! this in my entree for the @agentofbarnes agency’s writing challenge!

wc || 2.1k

you didn’t mean to flip your life like this. you didn’t mean to have one of the hottest guys on earth railing you every other day until you were left numb and stupid.

you just answered an ad that asked for an eighteen or over, open to anything. that was when you met andy. before you got into porn, andy say you down and explained everything, made sure you were okay with it all.

you were, he told you that he would be the only one fucking you, and god did that sell you immediately. a massive guy fucking you? you didn’t hesitate before signing your name down.

you videos were shared through multiple websites, reposted by people you didn’t even know. it made you feel nice, wanted. oddly enough, the men thirsting over your body made you feel perfect.

the way andy worshipped you, whispered sweet nothings into your ear, made you feel wanted. you and andy constantly titled yourself as a relationship, but behind closed doors you two were just good friends.

sometimes, you and andy would roleplay, acting as if he was your stepdad, due to him being much bigger than you, or maybe your best friend and you were a virgin.

ever since you met andy, you hadn’t been happier. you were getting railed constantly, and you had someone to go to for advice. sometimes andy would spoil you for the fun of it.

andy divorced his wife two years before you and andy met. he had no one to give his money to, so he decided you were the next best thing. he kept you close to his heart.

you were on his way to his house, he thought of an idea that he wanted to run past you. you accepted, obviously, and picked up your crap and got ready.

you made your way to andy’s house, having your own key had its perks. andy was waiting on the couch, your favourite pizza in front of him. “oh andy, you didn’t have to.” you said with a wide smile.

andy shrugged and smiled as you sat down. “you know i did, gotta keep my girl happy.” his words make butterflies burst in your stomach. you took a slice, the pizza being warm telling you it only came recently.

you took a bite out of the slice, moaning at the taste. andy would be lying if he said his cock didn’t twitch at the sound of your moan. “so, what did you wanna do?” you asked, hand covering your almost full mouth.

andy sat forward and licked his lips. “our step-dad video was the best, it was fun and it had amazin’ ratin’s, so i wanna revisit it.” he said, putting a hand on your knee. you nodded and took another bite.

“but maybe this time— we could do a step dad punishes his daughter?” he asked. you bit your lip and nodded, sitting towards him. “yeah, that sounds good, when do you wanna start.”

andy smiled and turned around to grab his phone. “ehh, i’m free now, actually.” he said, throwing his phone to the side. you nodded and stood up. “i have the cameras set up to.”

you finished your third slice of pizza and walked upstairs with andy following close behind you. “alright so basically, i’ll just find somethin’ like weed and then come punish you.”

you nodded and took off your clothes, getting into a skimpy skirt and tank top you left at his house. andy was standing behind the camera, turning it on and putting on the right setting.

andy fixing the camera turned you on slightly, the way he knew so much about it, how passionate he was, made you feel butterflies in your stomach. andy gave you a smile before leaving the room.

you sat on your phone as you waited for him to come in. the loud bang of the door hitting off the wall made you jump up. “what the fuck is this?!” he yelled, throwing the small packet of weed on the bed.

your stomach jumped as you backed up. “it’s not mine, i was holding it for a friend.” you shrugged, biting your lip. “bullshit! why was it under your mattress?! hm?!” the vein in his neck popped.

fuck, you wanted him to take you right then and there. “i was hiding it so you didn’t blow up like this!” you yelled back. andy rolled his eyes and threw his hands up. “stop fuckin’ lying!” he shook his head.

“y’know what? c’mere.” he said, gripping your tank top and pulling you down to him. you gasped as you heard the stitching in your shirt before the entire thing fell apart.

andy chuckled and sat down on the bed, in front of the camera, and threw you over his lap. you gripped his leg and groaned. andy flipped your shirt up and rubbed your ass softly.

his hand roughly connected with your right cheek, before doing the same on your left. you cried out as he spanked you. “count them.” he gripped your hair, pulling you up and whispering in your ear.

you nodded and counted each slap he gave your ass. “thirty.” you cried, the tears on your cheeks falling off your jaw and onto his rough jeans. andy gripped your hair again and pulled you up.

he unbuckled his belt and pulled down his jeans, as well as his boxers. “suck.” he spat as his cock jumped up. you shook your head and tried to move away.

andy gripped the back of your neck and pulled you down. you opened your mouth and allowed his cock to slide inside of your mouth. you rolled your eyes to the back of your head as he pushed your head down.

you moaned softly as andy thrusted into your mouth. “fuck, should’ve done this sooner.” andy threw his head back. you felt amazing in this setting, andy praising you while pretending to force himself onto you.

andy pulled out of your mouth, giving you time to pretend to run away. you got up and went to move away from him, andy grabbed your ankles and pulled you down.

his hand wrapped around your neck, pulling your head near his. “don’t you dare try to run from me.” he said in your ear. you nodded and looked back at him.

andy pulled down your skirt and ripped off your panties. “daddy!” you gasped, looking back at him. andy chuckled and pulled you closer to him. he took his cock in his hand, rubbing it through your folds.

you let out a quiet moan and bit your lip. andy took this as permission to slide in, giving you no time to adjust. no matter how many times andy would fuck you, his size would always be a beautiful surprise.

“fuck! you’re too big daddy!” you cried out, gripping the sheets. andy shook his head and grabbed your neck. “take it, take it like the slut i know you are.” he spat, his hand tightening around your neck.

as andy started to thrust, you couldn’t help but cry out. if the camera was positioned in another way, it would look like andy was thrusting into nothing, you were so small under him.

andy moved his head to the side of yours, whispering sweet nothings into your ear. you rolled your eyes to the back of your head as more tears flowed down your face. “oh god daddy, so fuckin’ good!” you sobbed.

andy nodded and tightened his grip around your neck. you gasped and your eyes widened. “that’s it, just how i like it.. nice and tight for me.” he chuckled darkly, biting on your earlobe.

you nodded and curled your toes, feeling a knot in your stomach form. “fuck— please, please!” you begged, coming too close for him to stop. but andy didn’t care, he pulled out of you.

you let out a loud whine as you turned back to him. “what the fuck?!” you yelled, sitting up slightly. “good girls get to cum, and from what i remember, you aren’t that good.” andy smirked.

he was teasing you, and you hated it. “fine!” you said, getting up and pushing him onto the bed. “i’ll fuck myself!” you said, straddling him. andy smirked at you taking control, giving you a small nod before gripping your waist.

you prepared yourself before sliding down onto him, your head fell before you threw it back in a loud moan. “yes daddy!” you yelped, being so full that he hit every spot you needed him to.

andy watched as you sunk all the way down, something you barely did, complaining that he was too big and it hurt. “can’t fuck me right? gotta take matters into my own fuckin’ hands.” you shook your head.

andy enjoyed you taking control, andy loved you like this. andy loved you. andy moved his hands from your waist, up your spine and to your neck, pulling you into his body.

you bounced up and down, loud cries leaving your mouth. andy’s hand rested on the back of your neck, holding your face next to his. “i love you.” he whispered.

what? you didn’t want to slow down, being too close to your orgasm to stop now.. but did he just say that? did andrew stephen barber just tell you that he loved you?

your orgasm hit you like a truck, massive, but a surprise. you moaned out as your eyes were glued to the back of your head. andy moaned as you clenched around him, a sound you loved.

you pulled off him after your orgasm and let him jerk off onto your tummy. you gave him a small smile and fell beside him. “i never want to see you with drugs ever again.”

awkwardness was laced in his tone as he stood up to turn off the camera. you didn’t care about anything at that moment, you just had a mind blowing orgasm and that’s all that mattered.

you didn’t realise you fell asleep until you woke up to a dimly lit room and andy turning a page of his book beside you. “did i wake you? sorry.” he mumbled, marking the page and closing the book.

“you’re okay.” you whispered, giving him a small smile. andy smiled and moved a strand of your hair from your face. you looked down, noticing your favourite shirt that andy wore.

you looked back up at him and turned over to your side. “how long was i asleep for?” you asked, yawning as you sat up. andy shrugged and checked his watch. “two hours, give or take.” he said.

a knife could cut through the tension between you two. you nodded and sat up. “i’d better get home, talk tomorrow?” you asked. andy shook his head and got out of the bed.

he was wearing nothing but his boxers, something andy never did. “i’ll drive you home, you just woke up.” he insisted, pulling on a pair of sweatpants and a t shirt. you nodded and got up after him, walking out to his car.

the silence in the car was both awkward but comfortable. “this—“ you started as he pulled up to your house. “i’m sorry for saying i loved you.” andy blurted, cutting you off.

you gulped and looked over at him with wide eyes. “well, um, i was trying to ignore that.” you said, nodding your head slowly. andy groaned and shut his eyes, throwing his head back.

“i didn’t want to hurt you— or get myself hurt by replying to it and—“ you started. you stopped yourself when andy shook his head. you bit your lip and slowly sank in your chair.

andy opened his eyes and continued to look forward. “you’ve been nice to me, real nice, and i don’t wanna lose you cause you think i’m a weirdo— y’know an old guy liking a young girl with so much ahead of her.”

you tried to hold back a smile as he explained himself. “i do like you, and i’ve liked you for a while but i thought that was just because i was going through a divorce and needed to distract—“

it was your turn to cut him off, and you did it with a soft kiss. “i know we kiss almost all the time, but that was genuine, i’ve liked you for a long time too.” you looked into his eyes.

andy smiled and kissed you again, his tongue sliding into your mouth almost immediately. his hand rested on your cheek, unbuckling his belt. “i love you, i really love you.” seeing andy smile made your heart jump.

“i really love you too, andy.” you said, kissing his cheek. “i gotta go feed my cat, i’ve been out for a while.” you nodded. andy nodded and sat back in his seat. “you can come in too.” you said as you got out.

andy nodded and waited a few seconds for you to turn away from the car. andy danced around slightly like a high schooler that got his first kiss before getting out of the car.

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thefanficmonster · 3 years

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Corpse Infested

Corpse Husband & Reader (Gender Neutral)

Warnings: Mentions of dysfunctional family, Family problems, Swearing

Genre: Humor, Comfort, Platonic fluff, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: When your friend disappears for a long time, seemingly having lost interest in what fueled the most passionate fire in their life, you cannot not worry about them. Even if you wanna give them space, you will reach out, you will offer your help. You will tell them they always have you to rely on and talk to.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! I’m really sorry it’s taken me so long to complete and post your request, but here it finally is! Hope you come across it and if you do I hope you enjoy the read! Love, Vy ❤

For me, it’s never hard to find things to do. I’ve constantly got things on my mind and tasks to tend to, keeping me occupied and my mind focused at all times. I think that comes with living in a home as dysfunctional as this one. I honestly can’t recall a time when my parents got along nor can I think of a time where there was at least one second of peace while the two are both present in the house. It’s always a warzone up there. I’m saying up there because I tend to live out of the basement of their home. I know living in your parents’ basement is considered a peak loser point, or the bottom of the bottom, but you’d have to believe me when I say - I wasn’t always like this. In fact, I only recently came back to this hell-hole and boy do I regret it. I mean, it was a decision forced upon me by circumstances. Trust me, I tried every other option there was. When my dorm was to be closed down and demolished, we were given a notice to start planning our next move about a month early. You can bet I immediately started looking at places but my very tragic and miserable budget didn’t allow such a purchase. No rent was adequate for me and my near-empty wallet so my second option was moving in with my best friend who was also not in the greatest of situations but I thought I’d give that a shot too.

Spoiler alert: it didn’t work out. She lived in a tiny apartment with her boyfriend and his best friend at the time, so four people in one apartment was a nightmare. Still a lesser nightmare than this one but a nightmare nonetheless. Some unwanted and downright traumatizing events chased me out of that place after barely managing to pack my stuff. Therefore, finding myself on the streets again, I had no other option other than the obvious and least liked one: moving back in with my parents.

Making money during my first year of college hasn’t been easy. Working two jobs at once and also streaming video games on the side was what my time was filled with all throughout the first semester but then this damn pandemic started and now ruined everything for me. I had things going for me, I was slowly getting my life together and now it has all fallen apart yet again. The places I worked at closed down due to quarantine and I haven’t been able to steam, not only cause I’d be the victim of my parents’ comments but also cause my terrible home life would be exposed to all my fans and viewers. It’s not like I could cancel out the commotion going on right above my head, it’s a livestream and this house’s walls are cardboard thin meaning all the arguing I hear almost 24/7 will serve as background noise for my streams.

I haven’t reached out to my friends or fans to inform them of this which I feel slightly guilty about but I’m really not looking forward to having to lie to them, just as much as I’m not looking forward to having to tell them the truth so instead I’ve picked silence which is probably either worrying them or driving them insane. Either way, I’ll make my comeback soon.

Well....not very soon by the looks of it...

I have to gather the money, then I have to find a place, then comes the packing, moving out of here, moving into the new place...oh God, there’s so much to it that I don’t even wanna think about. Just that thought that I’ll be inactive for that long makes my stomach turn. Streaming’s where I’ve been channeling all my negative emotions, turning them into something positive and entertaining with the help of my friends.

Speaking of my friends, I should probably put emphasis on how amazing they are. Basically the older siblings I’ve always wished I had. I’m the baby of the group, the eighteen year old freshman in college, powering through life the best they can cause they are constantly getting tripped up by inconvenient occurrences such as this one for example. I tend to have the gang poke fun at me quite frequently - all lighthearted and with good intentions obviously - but they are also the ones to get super defensive if anyone gets the balls to talk shit about me. They’d never allow me to be the victim of any smack talk or online rumors and ‘cancel culture’ or whatever the hell people will come up with to leave others restless and wondering if they did something shady a decade ago. Well, to be fair, I didn’t even know about the concept of social media a decade ago and I’ve never been one to post much but I still have a protection squad in case anyone decides to come after me.

Little do they know the people I need protecting from are the very people that are supposed to protect me - my parents. Luckily, they don’t venture into to basement very often if at all and I have my own exit to the outside world so I don’t have to run into them unless I absolutely have to. The only time I emerge to the surface of the house - aka the ground floor - I do so to leave my share of rent money on the dining table and I usually do it when they aren’t home or when they’re asleep - that happens often with how many bottles they each knock back on the daily.

*sigh*...at least I don’t have to talk to them, right?

Anyhow, remember how I mentioned I always have things to do? Well, right now I’ve tasked myself with rifling through the large boxes containing random stuff I found in one of the basements down here to see if there’s anything I could possibly sell online. For starters, I’d like to hope there aren’t any severed body parts in here because this was one shady-ass basement before I moved in and un-creeped it a bit so I wouldn’t have to become an insomniac due to the paranoia of there being a homeless person down here with me or some paranormal entity. Regardless, old basements tend to be, apart from haunted, also filled with junk no one would find valuable despite it actually being worth something after all. That’s basically what I’m hoping to find at the moment.

As I dig through the contents of the first box, the YouTube playlist I have put on on my phone cuts off causing me to furrow my brows in confusion for a second before my ringtone pierces the silence the lack of music created.

I quickly mute the ringing and take a look at the Caller ID to see a name I never thought would pop up on my screen as an incoming call - Corpse. I, as well as many of our friends, know that he’s not the biggest fan of talking to people on the phone so this is rather surprising. Still, I pick up the call in case it’s not a mistake and an odd chance that it’s somethin urgent cause Lord knows Corpse doesn’t call people willy-nilly.

Thank God it’s quiet up there at the moment.

“Hello?“ I try my best to cover up the confusion in my voice but I can only assume I didn’t do the best job considering Corpse replies with a slightly awkward chuckle.

“Surprised you, didn’t I?“ He asks, getting my cheeks to redden a bit, “You can’t blame a guy for calling after up and disappearing on him and on the whole internet. Where’ve you been?“

I open my mouth to respond when I hear the sound of glass breaking a shouted curse from upstairs.

Oh for fuck’s sake!

“Um...you know, places?“ I’m aware the answer isn’t only nonsensical but also sounds more like a question, but I can hardly focus on that right now. I’m too buys praying to an entity I don’t fully believe in for the situation above to not escalate.

“Uh, is everything ok over there? Where even are you right now?“ The teasing tone to his voice is all but gone at this point, replaced with deep concern, having obviously heard the commotion that did the exact opposite of what I prayed for - escalated.

“Y-yeah, it’s ok. It’s just another Thursday, you know.“ I attempt a small laugh but it’s blatantly miserable, “I moved back in with my parents when they announced the quarantine so that’s where I’m at now. They’re not the quietest of folks as you can tell so...“

“I FUCKING HATE YOU, YOU PIECE OF SHIT! I HOPE YOU DIE“

Oh crap, here we go.

“...So I can’t really stream a lot...or at all.“ I mutter, cringing with all my might, “But it’s only temporary! I’ll get back in the saddle as soon as I find another place to stay.“ I don’t dare mention how long that’s gonna take me, it’ll be too disappointing and depressing for the both of us. “So yeah...um...thanks for showing concern but there’s really nothing to worry about. I’m ok, everything’s ok, things are just...a bit off the rails, but I’ll fix em no problem. Like I always do!“ I attempt to sound as cheerful as possible with little success due to the overwhelming anger I feel towards those people upstairs and the gut-wrenching nostalgia for the world of streaming I can no longer be a part of because of them. Actually, I put the blame first on the pandemic and second on my parents - if it wasn’t for Covid I’d probably still be in my dorm!

“Hey...um, I think I know an affordable place where you can take up residence. Only if you want to, of course.“ He sounds hesitant but I easily overlook that as excitement bursts throughout my entire being at the sound if an escape being offered to me just like that. Had I known I’d find the solution to my problem in the very people I spent time avoiding because I was afraid of their pity, sympathy and judgement.

“Oh please, it could be a rat and roach infested shoe box and I’d go running to it. How much is rent?“ I ask through a gasp of hurried laughter that’s a result of my inability to contain said excitement. Listen, I’ve been sitting here in Hellsburg for three months now and haven’t gotten a proper shuteye during that whole period, whatever Corpse is offering has to be better than this misery.

“Rent can be discussed once you move in...“ He trails off, “And it’s not rat nor roach infested but there’s a slight issue...“

“Which is?“ I’m honestly expecting the worst: in a bad neighborhood; faulty wiring with a high chance of being electrocuted; faulty piping with a high chance of flooding; people have died there; things get randomly moved around in the middle of the night etc. However, I don’t voice any of them to avoid getting laughed at for my wild imagination.

“Well, uh, it’s corpse infested.“ He says a little awkwardly, causing me to let out an inaudible sigh.

So my ‘people have died there’ guess was on point, huh?

“People have died there, huh? Well, I can turn a blind eye to that as long as I don’t find their bodies in the closet or meet their spirits at 3AM.“ I attempt to joke, now second-guessing my eagerness to accept the offer.

Corpse bursts out laughing his ass off at my statement, getting me to furrow my eyebrows in confusion and wonder what I said was so funny - it was a poor attempt at a joke, it in no way deserves that sort of reaction, barely a chuckle in my opinion.

“You’re golden, Y/N, I swear.“ He says once he forces the laughter to subside, “I meant corpse infested as in Corpse Husband infested.“ He breaks out in another fit as my brain slowly starts connecting the dots.

Oooohh he’s asking me to go live with him

“Wait. Wait, wait, wait, hold up for a sec. Are you aware of what you’re offering me? I mean, we’ve never met IRL, you barely know me and....and for all you know I could be the serial killer in this situation!“ I have no idea why I’m pushing my luck, don’t ask. I just don’t want him to make a decision he’ll later regret, I guess. “Like, I could kill you in your sleep!“

“Would you?“ He asks confidently, silently stating he already knows the answer.

I roll my eyes, “Of course not! But...” He cuts me off.

“Great, the offer stands on my end. I’m not a noisy nor nosey roommate so I suggest you start packing. If you choose to live in that hell-hole over living with me, I’m sorry but I’ll be hella offended, just so you know.“

Corpse sounds like he’s about to hang up on me, a decision already made, so I hurry to stop him. “Wait! What about rent?”

“Fuck the rent, pack your bags.“ And just like that, despite my efforts, he hangs up on me.

Well...this is a chance of a lifetime that I know refusing would lead me to not only remain stuck here but also put me in the hugest loser bin. There’s also the fear of being Corpse’s burden which I’ll try my best not to be - I mean, I’m a super independent person and Lord knows that if this offer came any other time or from any other person, I would’ve declined asap, no discussion.

But streaming

But sleeping properly

But having a normal life again

Yeah those are most certainly the reasons I get up and go into the closet in search on my emptied suitcase. Time to fill it up again, I guess. This time with a smile on my face and excitement fueling each and every movement of mine.

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simpz-art-stash · 3 years

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Late beginnings

Summary: Mac goes out for a drink, and happens upon some advice he takes into consideration about his skewered relationship with Wukong. Before finally taking some action to mend the long burnt bridge. (Author’s note: I barely did any beta reading for this so if it’s worded strangely that’s just how I write without the normal filter on. I’m country so HOWDY) Next Page ----------------------------------------------------------------------------- The night was late, but he didn’t care, he might as well have been nocturnal with the way his whole life revolved around the whole stereotype of shadows and shit. He’d walked into a bar he’d passed through a few times before, donning his human disguise of course beforehand, and walked in without sparing anyone else a glance. Before planting his rear in one of the stools seated at the front bar, ordering a drink to get the night started. “I’m really looking forward to seeing that new Monkey King movie with the trailer they just released. You saw it too right?? The whole style of the film is on par with their most recent game- OH, you think they’re gonna make a game of it?? I bet you they wiiiill!~” Ugh, great, just what he’d come here to avoid.

Mac’s eyes glanced to the blabbermouth boasting about whatever new movie was being made about his ex, to see two girls residing a ways down near the other end of the bar a few seats away from him. Both looking to have had a fair night themselves already if any of the cups and plates hanging around their spot was anything to go by. “Probably. I hope it’s better than last game that came out on the Brick 360, the bugs in that thing were gross to deal with.” Their friend commented back. Before looking down at their phone and claiming that it was getting late and that they had to go. “Yeah I’ll see ya Monday!” The chick waved their friend off a lazy farewell after they’d paid their bill before going back to their drink, now taking less tedious sips as the mood seemed to smooth out from their conversation prior. “I see someone’s a pretty big fan of that ol’ man.” Macaque piped up from where he sat, earning the attention of the stranger he’d directed his comment towards. “The Monkey King yeah?” Sparks danced in the chick’s eyes at the recognition of the name, before the stranger perked up and beamed a smile back at him, “You betcha! I’m a total nerd for that legend.” ‘A legend, hah.’ “S’the whole reason I moved to China in the first place.” She jabbed a thumb at her chest, “All the way from America!” Mac whistled, “That’s a pretty far leap to take, even for a legend. What, you hopin’ you’ll get the chance to see em’ or somethin’?” He sneered, taking his glass and lazily swirling it in his hand. “I wish!” She laughed, “Nah I mostly just moved here for work. If anything though it’s cuz a them for where I am now. I’d never even heard of him till about five years ago!” Mac blinked, lowering his drink from his lips, “You’re joking…”

“Not at all! No one hardly knows the story back home. Only reason I found out was cuz I just started gettin’ into anything monkey-related as a hobby.” She pointed at him, “Don’t laugh either, it’s a wildly popular standpoint to have these days online.” Mac quirked a brow at that, he’d hardly touched the internet these days save for whenever he needed some quick info on something he couldn’t find elsewhere. He held his hands up, “Hey I ain’t judging…” He smirked a little to betray the look that he totally was though. It was kinda funny how ironic it was him being there right then. She squinted at him, “Anyways...Yeah, I’d seen stuff of him online, but I’d never paid much attention to it up until recently.” “What made you change your mind?” Mac boredly probed, taking a sip. She simply shrugged, “I was in a dark headspace, guy made me laugh.” He paused, “Wait, seriously??” “I mean have you HEARD half the crazy shit he’s done??” ‘Babe I’ve LIVED through half the shit he’s done.’ “Like, literally, the guy is HILARIOUS. My favorite story out of them all being one where he literally tricked THREE taoist immortals into drinking his own piss!!” She burst out laughing while Mac choked on his drink a little, not having expected to hear that of all things. Sure he’d heard a few of the shenanigan’s his peaches had gotten up to throughout his journey to the west but he’d never heard that one before. Nor had he the patience to read through all that mess of context that had been published either. “Ahhh man, it still gets me…” The chick sighed with a few leftover laughs as she wiped a tear from her eye. “What about you? What’s your favorite story?” She asked. And suddenly Mac felt like he’d been put on the spot as he stared back at her. “Come ooon, surely there’s one that’s gotten your gut rolling.” She pried. ‘Plenty, but there ain’t no way in hell I’d tell a soul.’ “Bahh...there ain’t the first one that comes to mind that I’d like. Honestly I’m not even much of a fan.” He waved his hand dismissively. “Whaaat?? Aw come on! There’s tons of cool n’ funny stories!” “Heh..can’t imagine what you find so charming about a guy who’s too good for his own friends.” Mac spitefully twacked himself mentally for spewing something so personal like that out. Ugh, and he hadn’t even finished half his drink yet… The chick sitting to his left seemed to tilt her head a little before she squinted at him. Her silence being what brought his attention from his drink to her as he blinked back with a quirked brow. “What?” “Your eyes, they’re like raging storm clouds.” She pointed out. He blinked, not really sure how to feel about that. The only one who’d ever really pointed that out to him before was… “...So?” “Nothing!...” She shrugged, turning back away towards her own drink as if no conversation at all had happened between them. Whatever...he had his fill of shit to drink to either way. The night might’ve been late but he was just getting started. “He makes me laugh though.” She pointed out, earning her a glance. “All his stories n’ stuff. If there was ever a man I’d want, it’d be one who could always make me laugh.” “Hmph, not one for strength?” He took a long sip. Ignoring the bitterness of others fawning over someone he’d come to love before he’d gotten so popular. “Strength is fine n’ all, but it can only take a relationship so far..you gotta have more pieces to put in that crockpot of a relationship if you wanna make it taste good. Stuff like patience, honesty, a little bit of everything to help it all come together to make it juuuuust right.” “Hm…” “It can’t be all just you putting the stuff in there either, it’s gotta be a contribution from both gardens. Otherwise you’ll just barren your lands and be left with nothing to spare yourself or others in your life with.” She glanced at Mac, “Relationships are tricky like that, but they should always be a 50/50 split~” She winked. That...actually sounded like pretty sound advice. Something he’d heard a little here and there before but never so simply laid out. Though it made sense from his standpoint, fairness n’ all that. But he’d been that way with Wukong before and it had never worked out, all the bickering and such, so what had gone wrong? “Can I...ask you something?” Mac inquired. “Shoot.” “What’re your thoughts on..a relationship that seemed fine, but then the other changed so much that everything about it fell apart?” “Mmm...care to sprinkle in a lil more context?” The chick eyed him. Mac’s face scrunched up a little, no idea why he was asking some random mortal for relationship advice of all things. “Hey man. We’re both probably never gonna meet again after tonight, so if you’ve got skeletons in your closet, your best place to let em’ out is here. Bartenders are known for being the most well kept secret keepers in all the world after all~” She winked at the bartender in question who simply looked the other way with a look that might’ve suggested such a fact as truth. “Hm…” Ah screw it, “Alright alright…” He sighed and put his drink down, “There’s..someone. We used to be real close, we were strong together but then uh..shit got real and he had to go deal with it. But when he came back he uh, wasn’t the same as before, an I might’ve sorta assumed he was cheating on me so…so we kinda fell out.” The chick nodded, “Ahh..the classic misunderstanding of change and cheating, a tale as old as time.” She seemed to hum a moment before she turned from where she was seated, if not to hop down off her stool and plop down on the one right up next to him. “Uh-” “Shhh, lemme see those eyes.” She squinted, leaning in and staring deep into his. It’d would’ve been really unnerving if she hadn’t said anything about them before, now he was a lil put off that he might’ve been asking a witch of all things for advice… “Right. Well, at least you feel bad about it. So there’s that.” He blinked and his brows furrowed, “Wh- of course I feel bad about it, it was his fault-” He suddenly had a finger pressed to his lips. “Nope! Nooononono, you do not get to throw all the blame elsewhere like that sweetheart. There ain’t no way in hell you’re gettin’ a second chance with them if you keep that up.” She pulled her hands back. His face scrunched up and he found himself crossing his arms, if he had his tail out it would’ve been irritably swaying behind him right then at just how annoyed he was getting at this weird lady and her words. “Oh yeah? An what do you think’s best then huh?” “I dunno if you’d be up for that kinda challenge…” She idly fiddled with an imaginative piece of lint off her sleeve, which only seemed to irritate Mac further at the thought of him not being able to handle Wukong of all people. Like sure he’d gotten his ass handed to him before but he could still hold his own! “Try me.” The chick glanced back at him with a smirk, which caught him off guard for a second before he shot her a glare back. “Alright, but it’s definitely not gonna be as quick or easygoing of a recovery as you might hope it’ll be. Nor is there even a chance of you recovering it in the first place. But, you at least got that spark enough to try so who am I to deny?” ‘Hmpt, dam right I got a spark.’

“First of all, no more blaming, if you’re gonna tackle this properly, you gotta do yourselves a favor an quit it with the blame placing. Sure it’s easy, but it ain’t gonna get you nowhere but back to square one. It’s all in the past, the now is now. So push forward to fix it and put it behind you two so you can focus on the more important things.” “Easier said than done…” “Hey man, even if they don’t follow the same ruleset at first you could always work things out to make it one later on. I’m just tellin’ ya right now so you won’t just go diggin’ yourself a deeper hole.” Honestly at this point he was pretty much six feet down under, death to him would’ve been a mercy right then. “Fine…” He rolled his eyes. “Next up, apologizing…” -----------~----------- “I thought I told you to stay off my island.” Mac didn’t really glance back from where he stood high up on one of the breathtaking ledges that which Flower Fruit Mountain bolstered. His arms crossed, eyes sternly held against the leftover warmth of the late afternoon sun as it shifted the skies hues from blue to blood red. Hopefully that would be the only tinge of red the Mountain would see after today. “I know.” “What, no witty remark? Give me one good reason-” “I just wanted to talk.” Mac stated plainly. “Why the hell should I give you the chance?” “...” Mac wasn’t sure if he could come up with a good enough reason after the shitshow he’d caused him the last few centuries, most recent being his spat with him between MK. “I’m sorry.” That seemed to catch the king off guard, as he paused in his vicious glare to stare at the other. “Excuse me??” “I’m.Sorry.” Mac turned finally to Wukong, that look of fiery malice having softened immensely upon meeting their eyes. “I was wrong for what I did and I’m sorry.” Wukong’s face looked like it had had a stroke with how frozen in place it was, almost like he couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “Hurting everyone around you just to get back at you, I was wrong for doing that. And I just wanted to apologize.” Mac’s face twisted a little, the words coming out a little rougher than he’d liked, but he’d managed to get three steps in so far… “If you think a few sorry’s are gonna be enough to make up for all that crap then you gotta nother’ thing comin Mac.” Wukong finally shook off the surprise and crossed his arms with a steely gaze. “Nah I know they ain’t worth shit with as long as it's been...which it’s been..a really, really long time come to think of it..nearly 3000 years…” Fucking yikes. “What’s your point?...” Wukong raised a brow at him. “My point is...my point..” What was his point? To make amends and hope they’d get back together? To go back to the way things were? That couldn’t be done with the way things were now. Wukong had a successor, a moral compass, a lotta shit that Mac didn’t. A lotta shit that he wanted but never could figure out how to get his own. His face scrunched up a little and he sighed, “I..just wanted to make things right.” “Oh-hoh? After so long you finally decided to admit you were at fault? Sorry Mac, but it’s waaaay too late for that.” Wukong huffed, “Honestly, this is probably just another one of your stupid tricks if anything. The old Macaque would never throw himself down like that.” “Well maybe I’ve changed!” Mac exclaimed suddenly, his temper flaring a bit as his eyes flashed lightning. “3000 years later? As if…” Wukong rolled his eyes and turned away, “You’ve still got that same look in your eyes you always do whenever we fight. Do me a favor and just keep away from the hot springs this time yeah? The last time you were here you sent a whole dam boulder over there and smashed half the pools.” He waved his hand dismissively. “And I happen to take my once a month bath’s very seriously.” Mac’s nostrils flared a little at just how flamboyant Wukong was acting towards him and his attempt to make amends. How he just saw his attempt as a joke and nothing more, it pissed him off. Wukong had changed and everyone had accepted him, well not everyone, but still, why couldn’t the same be for him? Had he really fooled himself into believing that there was a chance he and Wukong could be together again? His shoulders slumped a little. Of course, who was he kidding. A 3000 year old pit of grudges wasn’t about to just up and disappear at the wave of a white flag. This was Wukong, the same guy who still playfully pestered the gods and demons around him for past conflicts that had happened between them. -----------~----------- “But you can’t just go, ‘ooo I’m so sorry for what I did.’ Nah, you gotta follow the five steps.” The chick claimed. “Yeesh, this a learning course now?” Mac tilted his head to the side. “It is if you wanna make things right.” She claimed matter a factly. “The five steps have never failed me before and have worked wonders for any an all my relationships. Might not quite have the same range of effect you’re going for but it’ll at least be a good start.” “Heh, you got the guts to back up that case?” Mac sneered. “I will if you don’t manage to screw it up.” The chick pointed out. “The five steps go as follows.” - express sorrow (I’m sorry) - own guilt (I was wrong) - name specific wrongs (I did X) - name impact (I hurt you) “And finally...” -----------~----------- “What can I do to prove myself to you?” Macaque asked finally. “What can I do to at least make it to where we can..not fight anymore..and just talk?...” Wukong stood there for a long moment, his features unreadable as their silence was muffled by the wind bellowing between them both from being so high up. “You really are serious about this aren’t you?...” Wukong’s head shifted ever so slightly, but not enough to where Mac could get a reading on his emotions. “I’m tired of fighting and waiting and thinking that if enough time passes things’ll go back to the way they were...when they never will. Trying to hurt you isn’t gonna make the old you come back, no matter how many times you beat me down...It’ll never be the same.” Mac admitted finally. A quiet gust settled down between them, before Wukong seemed to let out a dry chuckle and shook his head. “Can’t believe it took me 3000 years to beat the sense into you.” He turned and looked back at the other, where he no longer held a look of seething hate, but more akin to that of the same tired look just as the one Mac wore. Mac felt a sliver of guilt wriggle its way into one of the cracks of his heart and he glanced away, pulling a hand back and scratching his head. “Yeah well...your kid hit me pretty hard last time, enough to knock it in place.” A small smile crept a little onto his face. “Hm~ He’s gettin’ pretty good at hittin’ stuff with that old stick.” Wukong’s eyes glinted a little at the appeal of how proud he was for MK having taken Mac out the way he did. A little over the top and flashy, just like him.” “He’s got a pretty strong master to thank for that…” Mac found himself yearning a little for that same glint to be reflected on his memory the same way as MK’s. Not that he couldn’t see himself holding the same appeal for MK the way Wukong did, kid was strong, just a lil desperate in some of the cracks that shaped his outline. Something Macaque found that was easy enough to take advantage of, and something Wukong held a blind eye to. “Hm.” Wukong’s reply pushed him out of those thoughts for the moment as they shared a brief look between one another. A glimmer of reconsideration flashing between the two before Wukong finally turned his head away to drink in the sunset before them. “One chance.” Mac felt his heart nearly stop at that answer. “I’ll give you one chance, but if you screw this up, don’t even think about showing your face to me again.” Wukong replied, “I mean it this time…” Mac swallowed a little and nodded. Anything, he’d be willing to do anything to gain back what little trust he could from Wukong. “Good...you can start making up for it by apologizing to MK.” Mac blinked and sputtered a little as Wukong turned away and began to make his way back down the mountain. A smile playing on his lips while Macaque groaned to the heavens about his next trial.

#shadowpeaches #LMK #lego monkie kid #my fics #Sun Wukong #Macaque #AND MEEEEE #BECAUSE I SAID SO #>:3c

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celestialrry · 3 years

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unrequited? (pt.2)

part 1!

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summary: Harry learns a few things, and you do too.

warnings: borderline unhealthy alcohol consumption, angsty for most, fluff

It had been a few weeks since you told him to leave. Did you regret it? You weren’t sure to be honest. Harry needed to face up to his actions and you were the one who told him to call you when he would actually say sorry and mean it, and well, you expected a call the next day. It was stupid, and obviously he wouldn't call you that soon, right?

What he said really hurt you and while your response was justified, you kept thinking about how you could have been a little nicer. Maybe he would’ve called sooner, maybe you wouldn't have even told him to leave, and maybe you would be happy. Because let’s be honest, you were a certified wreck. After you had shut the door behind him you poured yourself some more wine, turned on his albums and cried. So much so, you woke up the next morning because you could barely breath.

During the first week, you thought he would call you, or at least show up, or do something. It was a full week, the longest the two of you had gone without talking and it was strange. There was no bi-weekly calls to look forward to, no texts that convinced you that maybe he did like you more than a friend, no him showing up at your door with a cheesy smile and pajama pants on. It was radio silence, even online, no one had spotted Harry, and you didn’t even know if he went back to Malibu or not.

During the second week, you were tired of waiting and almost called him yourself to apologize for kicking him out and practically yelling at him, granted he did it first even though to you that didn't matter anymore, but you didn’t. You convinced yourself you had enough self control, and it paid off. No longer were you itching to text him when you heard his songs on the radio or after you saw a sweater you think he would really like. You were getting back into your groove and no longer moping around because he’d call you at the end of the week right?

Wrong. When you reached the third week, you still had an ounce of hope. He had to miss you, maybe not as much as you craved him, but he had to at least think of you during the day, same as you did him. Those thoughts didn't last long when you arrived at the end of the third week, and as you sat at a bar with your friends on a Saturday night, you didn't want to drink to have fun anymore, you wanted to drink because you needed to to numb the pain, if only a little bit. And it worked, because when you woke up the next morning you forgot the night before. You found yourself itching to have a glass of wine Sunday morning, because maybe it would make your headache go away. You didn't though, and instead opted for some ibuprofen and a bath.

So here you were Wednesday of the fourth week since you stopped talking to him. Your best friend, your protector, your joy, and your love. You sulked when you went to work and you were sulking when you got back, you were sulking when you set your bag down, sulking when you went to the couch, and sulking when you heard your phone ring.

You sighed, rummaging through your bag and grabbing it, clicking the accept button, too tired to even look at the name. You probably should have though, because when you said “Hello?” you weren’t expecting to hear your name in a voice that you recognized all too well.

“Harry.” you swallowed, your heart starting to beat faster in your chest.

“Y’told me to call y’when I could apologize and tell y’why I got so upset that day.” He said, a bit shakily through the phone.

“Yeah, I did.” You trailed off, waiting for his apology. That had to be why he called, but your brain was expecting him to say “Well m’not sorry, I just wanted you to have closure, so, goodbye.” Because even when breaking off a friendship Harry would want the other person to have closure, that’s just who he is.

But those words didn't leave his mouth, and instead you heard, “Can y’open your door?”

You didn't respond and walked over to your front door, opening it to see him standing there with Chinese takeout boxes and chocolate, his phone held up to his ear. You had to stop your jaw from dropping and opened the door wider, hanging up your phone and stepping to the side to let him in.

He hung up the phone as well, sticking it in his back pocket before walking in your flat, and setting everything on your kitchen counter. He turned to you as you shut the door, eyes practically glued to your figure when you made your way to the other side of the kitchen counter.

After a few beats of silence he spoke. “M’ sorry,” He said your name firmly. “ I really mean it. I know I was n’absolute arse and yelled at you, and I shouldn't’ve done that.”

You pursed your lips, taking this moment of silence as your place to speak. “It really hurt Harry, what you said about working, because I know you’ve had it hard, but that doesn’t mean you can compare struggles. And I still have yet to know why you yelled at me in the first place.”

He but his bottom lip and ran his hand through his hair, a nervous habit that you coincidentally picked up on. “I know, I was jus’ really upset, and that's no excuse and m’sorry, I shouldn't’ve have compared that, I know you go through things too, that wasn't fair of me.”

Damn right it wasn’t, you thought.

“I came over because y’kept ignoring m’calls and barely answerin’ m’texts. I was concerned, and I should’ve been more vocal about that. I thought somethin’ was wrong so when I came over and y’were drinkin’ and watchin’ T.V. I got mad-”

“Just because I wasn't sitting on my couch sobbing my eyes out, doesn't mean nothing was wrong, and if you actually asked, maybe you would know.” You interrupted him.

His mouth gaped open and he ran his hands through his hair again. “God, m’so so sorry, something was wrong n’I left you, m’so sorry,” He apologized, slipping your name in.

“M’stupid, and y’didn’t deserve any of this, but if you let me, I’d really like to make it up to you.”

You sighed, running your hands through your hair. “I accept your apology H, but that doesn't mean everything is gonna be fine now. I’m still upset.”

He bit his lip trying to contain the smile that was dying to break free across his face. “I know, I know. Thank you, I love you.”

You repeated it back to him and then he had asked to give you a hug to which you nodded your heads and basked in the warmth of his arms and chest that you didn't realize you missed so much. The two of you ended up on the couch talking and eating the Chinese food he brought over.

“So what was wrong, when this all started, I mean.” He asked, taking a sip of the water you gave him.

Uh oh.

“It was nothing.” You brushed it aside.

“Don’t give m’that, you ignored m’because of it, so somethin’ was wrong.” He frowned at you.

“God Harry, we were fine like two seconds ago. I told you it’s not a big deal.” You said, starting to get a little fired up.

“You can't just shut m’out again, we need to talk-”

“I’m in love with you!” You bursted out, tears falling from your watering eyes. “I thought if I ignored you then my feelings would go away but they haven’t, not even after you didn't call me for weeks.” You put your head in your hands, praying that this was all a dream.

Harry was stunned at this point. You were in love with him? With him? He said your name, prompting you to look up, your lips formed in a pout with tear stained cheeks.

“I didn't call y’cause I thought y’wanted space. It was killing m’to ignore you, pet. If I knew you felt the same I would’ve sat outside your door for weeks.” He softly smiled at you, ring-adorned hand cupping your cheek, while his thumb wiped your under eye.

“The same?” Was all you could ask. He felt the same way you did? He felt the same? He nodded and brought his other hand to cup your other cheek. “M’in love with you as well.”

You immediately leaned forward and pressed your lips against his. It didn't last long, but you both pulled away, smiling at each other.

He pecked your lips once again before sighing in contentment. “I’ve been wantin’ to do that for forever.”

I literally started posting stories yesterday and they've gotten sm love already 😭 I wrote so many then deleted them all on another app months ago bc I just never had the guts to post until now so thank youuu <3

#harry styles #harry styles imagine #harry styles angst #harry styles x reader #harry styles one shot #harry styles fluff

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blushie14 · 4 years

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Drawn To You [Skephalo]

Soulmate AU? …You know what? Heck yeah! Soulmate AU! This will be fun! For this AU, whatever you write/draw on yourself appears on your soulmate. Let’s go!

Growing up, Zak has never communicated with his soulmate by writing on himself. In fact, he felt indifferent about the concept of soulmates for most of his life.

He’s seen a few people who got lucky and actually met up with their soulmate. It’s pretty rare to find your soulmate while you’re young. Most people however can’t find their soulmate that easily, or choose not to write to their soulmate for whatever personal reason.

Now this didn’t mean that he wasn’t interested in finding his soulmate. It’s not like he didn’t care. He never really had anything to say. Besides, whoever his soulmate was never contacted him either.

Zak simply has never felt the need to interact. Not until recently that is. He has been wondering what would happen if he actually tried to write to them.

Some of his friends have shared stories of how they got their soulmate’s number or how their soulmate reached out to them first. It has got him thinking about it a bit.

If he wanted to write on himself to contact his soulmate, what would he even do? Would his soulmate even write anything back? What were they even like? This person who is supposedly destined to have a deep connection with him is probably a complete stranger right now.

So Zak questioned himself, what should he do to capture his soulmate’s attention?

Then Zak had this… crazy idea one day when he was bored. He grabbed a couple of sharpies, went to the bathroom, looked into the mirror, and removed the sharpie cap.

It was a normal Tuesday afternoon. Darryl was going to do a late night stream, but he decided to stream a little early this time with face cam. It was a chill stream on the idiots smp, even if he was the only one online right now. It was pretty nice so far.

“Okay, VanessaTheMuffin! Fifty dollars is too much! Thank you for the dono, but no! Stap it!” He restates the donation out loud. “Do I know if Skeppy is going to get on the smp today? Well um..” He thinks for a moment while scratching the upper part of his lip.

“I am 95% sure that he’s going to join me later on? He might be doing something else at the moment… I wonder what he’s doing.” He hummed to himself before having an idea. “Ooh! Do you think I can build a little Skeppy statue right here?”

He was about to look at the chat before another donation appeared. When the donation was read out loud, he furrowed his eyebrows in confusion.

Lovemepls donated 5 dollars: Yo homie what is on your face lol

“What? What do you mean?” He looked at his chat which was moving surprisingly fast. Trying to read some of the comments, it seems everyone has been saying similar things.

SilverGalaxy: Uhhh you got a little.. somethin… Maddyisadork: A wild mustache appeared! DeezVibez: MUSTACHE LMAO

“Mustache?” He took a moment to open his stream on another tab and was bewildered at the sight. A mustache was messily drawn on him with sharpie above his upper lip. “The fudge?! What is this?!”

Darryl covered his mouth in confusion. “How in the world did- ..Where did this come from?!” Puzzled, Darryl couldn’t connect the dots on how this mustache suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

He felt this strange itching sensation around his left eye, similar to the sensation he glossed over earlier above his upper lip.

Rubbing his left eye, he looked at his facecam again. “AH! Oh my goodness!” Darryl freaked out when a drawing of a monocle around his eye faded in right before his very eyes. “What is going on?!”

Tumbling Croissant: OMG AHAHAHA ADoseOfLove: Wow your soulmate has great taste! Memesnotfound: Aww your soulmate is drawing on you lol

That’s when it clicked… His soulmate.

“My soulmate is.. oh my goodness.” Darryl didn’t even know what to say or think. He has never heard anything from his soulmate before. Then the one time they decided to reach out to him, they decided to draw on his face?!

“Is my own soulmate seriously pranking me!? They even had to do it while I was streaming out of all the muffiny times!” He sighed. “I’m so done.”

Darryl chuckled a bit after the shock and confusion faded. It’s true that he was a little annoyed, but he would be lying if he said he didn’t find this even a little funny.

AwesomePeter23 donated 10 dollars: Your soulmate is something special lol. I already love them and I wanna see them draw more.

“No they- Don’t say that! This is unacceptable!” Darryl crossed his arms and pouted. “I’ve never met my soulmate before, but whoever they are I hereby declare them a complete raggamuffin!” He shouted out and suddenly felt the tip of his nose itch.

“I swear if they added something new..” Once again he looked at his facecam and found a red dot drawn on his nose. “Oh come on! Are you flipping serious?!”

Pyro_Plays: CLOWNBOYHALO!!! OwOStawws: PFFFT ComradeinArms: WRITE THEM BACK PLEASE I BEG

“You know what? I’m grabbing a pen.”

Zak was staring at the mirror laughing at himself a little. “This is so stupid. I look so stupid! Why am I doing this?!” Despite questioning his life decisions, he thought about what he should draw next.

He reached for a marker in order to make himself look more clownlike until he felt his left hand itch. As he was scratching his palm he found writing on his hand.

“WHY!? >:0”

Zak couldn’t help but burst out laughing at this. The fact that they decided to draw a little emoticon just made this even funnier. “Oh my god what have I done?!” He grabbed the sharpie and giggled while writing out his response.

Meanwhile, Darryl was still streaming, looking at his left palm. A message appeared on his arm and he read it outloud.

“Because I wanna make you look pretty?! What kind of excuse is that?! I- This little rapscallion! I can’t believe them!”

King Kitty donated 5 dollars: You lookin fabulous there bad!

“You are all muffin heads..” Darryl grumbled. He wrote a little angry emoticon on himself in response to his soulmate. To his surprise he didn’t get a response back, but Zak suddenly texted him that he was going on teamspeak right now.

“Oh great. Guys, guess who decided to show up?” Darryl smiled and covered his face. “Is this even a good time or not? I don’t even know!” As soon as he moved Zak into his teamspeak, he could hear him giggling far from his mic. “Hey Skeppy. I’m streaming right now, and you aren’t going to believe what happened to me!”

“Bad I did something stupid.” Zak said quickly as his giggles died down.

“Oh wow, what else is new?” He laughed a bit. “Okay sorry Skeppy, I was just joking.”

“Wooow, okay. I was gonna ask you for help but now I’m-”

“Nonono Skeppy you know I’m just kidding please don’t leave.”

“I know! I know, but Baaaaad I think they’re mad at meeee.”

“Who’s mad at you? What did you do?” Laughter poured out from Zak before he responded. “What did you do Skeppy?!”

“Can you help me make them not mad? I actually don’t know what to say next all they did was send me a dumb emoticon thingy.”

“Yes. I can help Skeppy. Can you just tell me what happened?”

“Okay So- You know how I said that I’ve never written to my soulmate before?”

“Uhuh? Wait..” Darryl gasped. “Did you?”

“Yes and I did what was probably the stupidest thing I could’ve done.”

“Oh my goodness, what did you do? I mean, it can’t be as silly as what my soulmate did.”

Zak’s eyes widened in surprise. “You heard from your soulmate already?!”

“Uhh.” Darryl looked at his face again and just laughed a little. “Yeah, they recently did. What did you even say to them anyways?”

“Oh I didn’t really say anything to them at first. I kinda… I kinda drew on their face.” He nervously laughed.

…Wait a minute.

“You.. You what?” Darryl’s casual light hearted voice suddenly turned soft and serious as a look of disbelief was on his face.

“I drew some things on my face and then they got mad at me. I said something else afterwards but-”

“Waitwaitwait.” Darryl’s heart was starting to race, but he needed to confirm this before he got his hopes up even further. “What did you draw on them? I need to know.”

Zak got confused for a moment before answering. “Uhhh well I made them look like they had a mustache. And then I drew the monocle to go with it. After that I just drew a teeny little red dot on the nose… I was running out of ideas.”

Everything went silent as Darryl stared at his screen, red in the face. He was looking at the chat and surely enough it had exploded as everyone was losing their minds.

“Bad? …Are you there?”

Mashyapotatoes: OH MY GOD NO WAY! NO WAY!!!!! Disoriented Vine: Well shit this is actually happening?! Amber: WHAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAT?!

There was almost too much for Darryl to process. His soulmate drew on his face live on stream. His soulmate unknowingly revealed himself to him AND thousands of fans. His soulmate has no idea why he’s suddenly so silent.

His soulmate… is Zak.

The situation was so unbelievably ridiculous. Darryl, being overwhelmed with shock and delight he just.. broke down into silent laughter, leaning forward as he covered his face with both hands.

Zak, still being confused and oblivious to the situation, got concerned. “The heck? Bad?…Are you okay?! What happened?! I actually can’t tell if you’re laughing or crying!”

Darryl couldn’t really tell either. He sat up for a moment and tried to speak, but to no avail as he started laughing again, facing down on his desk with a thud.

“Oh my god.” Zak laughed a little. “Seriously, what happened?! Are you okay?!”

Darryl eventually calmed down enough to barely speak. “Skeppy, look at my stream!”

“Okay? Why?”

“Take ONE good look at my face! ..And then you’ll see why!” He shouted out.

That was when the realization hit Zak as he felt his face warming up “No… There is no way that-..” He has never searched anything up so fast in his entire life.

When he saw Darryl’s facecam, Zak burst into hysterics when he saw the same thing drawn on Darryl’s face.

“Look at what you did to me Skeppy! Look at what you did!” Darryl shrieked, laughing and facing down on his desk with a thud once again.

“NO- DUDE- NO FUCKING WAY!”

Darryl, being in hysterics as well, barely muttered out a “language.”

“AND THE ENTIRE STREAM JUST- OH MY GOD NOHOHOOO!!”

“Skeppy whyyy!! …I look ridiculous Skeppyyyy!!”

It was complete hysteria for 2 minutes straight until both of them finally started to calm down, taking deep breaths.

“Oh my god, dude I-” Zak spoke out. “I don’t even know where to begin.. you’re my soulmate! What do you even think of it!?”

Darryl sheepishly smiled. “Actually I.. I’ve always kind of secretly hoped that it would be you.”

“..Really?” Zak asked in a soft tone, feeling his heart skip a beat.

“Yes! I-” Darryl looked at his stream. “Hang on a second. Sorry guys, I’m gonna to stop streaming right here. Maybe I’ll stream again later and if not, tomorrow. I hope you all understand.”

ImForeverScreeching: Awwwww nooooooo PenguinRaven: Awww! Yeah we understand! <3 Lemon_Lime49: I just got back, why does bad look like that?

“Byeeee!” Darryl ended the stream.

“Dude, everyone on every social media is going to explode. What have I done?!”

“Oh my goodness you muffin head. I’m already silencing my Twitter notifications temporarily.”

The both of them chuckled and stayed silent for a moment. Zak was letting it fully sink in that Darryl is his soulmate. “I’m.. finding it really hard to believe that it’s you..”

“Why? ..Are you not happy about it?”

“Wh- NO! Nononono, I’m happy I’m VERY happy about it.” Zak quickly made that clear. “I just never thought that it would be you! I’m really happy that it’s you though. I cannot think of anyone more perfect..”

“Awww Geppy!” Darryl smiled. “I’m really happy about it too. Like, you have no idea how happy I am. You may have been such a muffin head, but you’re always my muffin head..”

Zak giggled a bit. “I really really want to see you now..”

“Me too.. Wanna plan to meet up ASAP?”

Two weeks have passed since it’s been revealed that the two were soulmates, and it was pretty wild. As they predicted, the information spread like wildfire in the fandom. Skephalo shippers definitely had a field day with that too.

Zak and Darryl took a break from making content only for a few days, but were talking to each other even more often. They slowly went back to making content and started telling their fans they were finally meeting up.

After planning everything out, Zak got on a flight to meet up and stay with Bad for a week. As soon as he departed from the plane, he felt a little nervous but extremely excited.

He roamed around the airport looking for Darryl. A few minutes went by until Zak felt a familiar itch on his left palm and looked to find a message.

“Hi <3”

Zak quickly looked around him until he saw Darryl smiling and waving in front of him. He smiled wide and started to run excitingly towards him. Darryl was surprised for a moment before raising his arms, bracing for impact.

“Skeppy!” Zak almost tackled him as he wrapped his arms around him as Darryl laughed and hugged back.

Skeppy giggled. “Did you really bring a pen with you just so you can write hi as soon as you see me?!”

“Hey, I thought it was fitting okay? You muffin head…” Darryl pouted.

Zak didn’t move away from the hug. He melts into the embrace, hugging Darryl closer as he spoke out softly. “Well.. hi..”

Darryl smiled and stared at Zak as a warm and comforting feeling washed over them. He didn’t want to let go and just wanted to keep him in his arms forever. “Oh my goodness, you just got here and I already don’t want you to leave in seven days..”

“Nooo, don’t think about that right now! I’m just happy to be here now..”

“Yeah..” Darryl wrapped his arms around Zak even more. “Me too.”

[End]

#skephalo #badboyhalo #skeppy #fanfiction #my writing #soulmate au

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hinatastinygiant · 2 years

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Chapter Fourteen

The Website

Pairing: Kisaki x Fem!Reader

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KISAKI'S P.O.V.

I've been pacing back and forth in my room until my door is burst open. I immediately stand still and look over to see Kazutora walk right inside having absolutely zero boundaries. But it's fine, I did text him to come in anyway.

"What is it you needed?" he asks calmly, as though he didn't just pop my invisible bubble that is my own personal room.

"Do you still have your in with Toman?" I ask as I sit down at the chair behind my desk.

"I do," he replies.

"Then you would know- Is Toman still concerned with or keeping ties to Y/N in anyway?"

"No," he shakes his head firmly. "By Mikey's order, they aren't looking for her at all. I haven't heard anything about Mikey seeing or working with her in secret, though, so I suppose he's trying to move on."

"Good, then she's all ours," I nod. "I doubt any of those other assholes out to get her will be able to find her before us."

"Hm? You got a plan or somethin'?"

Silently, I pull up my laptop and spin it around for Kazutora to see. He leans in close, eyes widening as he observes the website for contracted murders I've highlighted.

"Is that really hers?" he asks with amusement.

"It's anonymous... but it went online the same night Y/N left Toman and has been active ever since. Business has been good which means whoever owns the site has experience," I explain.

Kazutora's eyes glimmer as he looks back up at me. "We're really gonna find her!"

I shrug as I spin the computer back around towards me. "It might cost us a penny, but it'll be worth it in the end. We'll quadruple it within one order of our little scam."

On the website, I begin to fill out a description for a hit. As I do, Kazutora walks around and observes. When I input the name Aki Daisuke, he gasps. "Aki?!"

And just as if one person bursting into my room wasn't enough, Aki's stupid black mullet head steps into the room.

"You called?!"

I smirk wickedly at the thought of Aki getting to go head-to-head with Y/N again. "We're going to see our friend again soon," I tell him.

Aki looks between Kazutora and me as he tries to figure out who I'm talking about- it has been about two months after all. But when Kazutora chuckles at Aki's lack of brain cells, his eyes widen and he lets out a deep sigh.

"Goddammit, not Y/N," he grumbles. "All she does is ignore me or run away from me."

"Yeah, well, girls tend to do that when you literally chase after them!" Kazutora cackles.

"You're the one who told me to!" Aki pouts.

Instead of continuing the conversation, Kazutora just rolls his eyes and crosses his arms. "Do you plan on helping or not?" he asks, cutting right to the chase. Though it's not really like Aki has a choice, I just submitted his name and information into Y/N's website.

"Calm down," he scoffs. "I'm still helping, but at least let me kick her down to size a bit."

As Aki speaks, his eyes glow red from beneath his glasses. He waits for my simple nod before letting out a smirk that'd sicken anyone outside of this room.

"What do you want me to do, boss?"

I quietly slip him a piece of paper with an address and a set of simple instructions that even he should be able to follow. But, like the idiots he and Kazutora both are, they decide to read them out loud together.

"We doing this tonight?" Aki asks in the end.

"I don't think I can think of a better time than now."

Y/N'S P.O.V.

You're sitting in your car in a parking garage under an apartment building that you've never been to before. You look down at your phone and reread the description from the request you were given.

AKI DAISUKE: AGE 26: 203-1098, KOMI

WILL ARRIVE OUT OF ELEVATOR AT 6:30 PM AND WALK TO RED ALFA ROMEO 23-88

It's very specific directions, as though the client had been stalking your target himself. This isn't uncommon at all, it's quite helpful since you won't have to do much stalking yourself.

You look up from your phone to the red Alfa Romeo just a few rows in front of your car with a matching license plate number. And just as you do, you hear the ding of an elevator. Looking over, you find a man fitting the exact physical description perfectly.

LONG, BLACK HAIR

Except his is tied back in a bun. Nonetheless, he steps out a precisely 6:30 so you know it's your guy. Quickly, you stuff your knife into your purse as per the direction:

WINK MURDER

Meaning that your client wants this operation to be as quiet as possible- no loud sounds of a gun, which you intend on respecting.

You take a deep breath as you grab the handle of your car door. After you step out, you begin your walk towards the elevator your target has just come out of. When you get close, you look down at your phone feigning that you're typing something. As you walk right past your target, you accidentally-on-purpose bump into his shoulder and drop your phone.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," you say sweetly as you bend down to collect your belongings, "That was completely my fault, I wasn't watching where I was going." And as you speak, you reach for your knife in your purse.

"It's fine," the man hums, instantly freezing you in place. You know you've heard his voice somewhere before.

When you look up, you meet two glowing red eyes and immediately remember- he's the lackey that was with Kisaki and Kazutora.

Just as you lift your hand with the knife, Aki kicks you straight in the chest knocking the wind out of you as you fall back onto the concrete ground. You look up to see the world spinning, and as you do, a second man comes into your line of vision. It's all blurry, but you can tell by the blonde hair and glasses that it's the last person that you were hoping to see- Kisaki. You try to get up onto your weak hands, but Aki holds you in place with his foot square on your chest.

"You're not goin' nowhere this time, love."

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hajimine · 3 years

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hi hehe I saw ur event is open and im going with Tartarus!

- they/she, hq, men,

- im rlly shy at first (unless im with my friends) but after you get to know me im clingy and energetic, I love shopping/online shopping lol (I love giving my s/os gifts), and I used to write fan fiction about my life when I thought everyone hated me (im dramatic and v sensitive lol)

that's it lex,, have a great day 🥺

✾ — 𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄'𝐒 𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐊 : 𝐌𝐈𝐘𝐀 𝐎𝐒𝐀𝐌𝐔

+ osamu is not shy, not exactly, he simply prefers to keep to himself unless he feels comfortable with that person. as the two of you get to know each other better, you grow more comfortable with him and become more bubbly around him. he loves your random bursts of energy, even if he often teases you about it.

+ he may pretend to hate it, but osamu secretly loves it when you shower him with gifts—it makes him feel loved and appreciated. and in return, osamu shows his love for you through his cooking. he takes time to learn how to cook your favorite dishes, and would always ask for your opinion on his new dishes.

“ya like it, angel?” osamu asks, leaning on the counter with a lopsided smile on his face. you nod enthusiastically at him, urging him to try the perfectly baked fudge brownies he just made. he chuckles, pushing himself off the marble surface and walks towards you. “y’ve got somethin’ on yer...” he trails off, inching closer and closer before his lips meet yours, his warm breath fanning over your face. “...lip.” osamu smiles against your lips, large hand firmly secured on your waist as you stumble over your words. he pretends to think for a moment before nodding, “it tastes perfect, thanks for the input babe.” still having the audacity to wink at you, walking away with a sneaky grin on his face.

✉️ — from lex; hope u like your matchup!! you sound like such a sweet person <3

𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝚆𝙾𝚁𝙻𝙳 : 𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚄𝚂 — 𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙳

#q #⚖️ — 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖀𝖓𝖉𝖊𝖗𝖜𝖔𝖗𝖑𝖉 #tartarus.#ghosts & co.#miya osamu #please interact with the post once seen!

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dontshouta · 5 years

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elegant obscenities

summery: Your tattoo session which you’ve had scheduled for months has finally arrived and you finally get to meet the man everyone’s speaking so highly of. pairing: tattoo artist!bakugou katsuki x fem!reader word count: 3,799 note: modern au! also,, this is ns*fw so please… if ur not into that... just look away alsoalso, my tattoo knowledge is very limited.. im goin based on what ive seen on t.v or what ive read.. soo sorry if anythings wrong lol i dont have the heart to do extensive research on it atm but i hope you enjoy nonetheless

To say you were excited was a massive understatement. You felt like your heart was gonna burst from how quickly it was beating, your stomach felt like the den of a thousand butterflies, and yet you couldn’t wipe the huge smile plastered on your face. Today, you were going to see what all the fuss was about. Today, you were getting your first tattoo from the King of Tattoos himself-- Bakugou Katsuki. Just the mere thought of it shot a rush of adrenaline through your veins. You’ve heard so many reviews on this guy, you’ve seen his beautiful works on yelp, you’ve seen the clean and cut format of the parlor’s website- he was no joke. Though, his reputation seemed flawless, people did seem to not like his attitude. But of course, that would be ultimately overlooked, his work was just that good.

As excited you were, you were equally nervous. You didn’t know if you could sit through an hour session of what could possibly be him yelling and screaming at the top of his lungs. Or at least, that’s what some people have claimed to have happened. You wanted to remain optimistic though, and decided not showing up would be a waste of everyone’s time.

So, with determination and excitement fueling your resolve, you entered the tattoo parlor. You were greeted by an eager redhead, who smiled when you told him of your appointment.

“Oh yeah! Well, Y/N, if you could read over these papers and sign ‘em, Bakugou’ll be ready for you when your done!”

You took the clipboard with a smile and sat down. For a moment, you just stared at the words, not really reading them and letting the paper blur. You only hesitated for a moment, before grabbing the pen and firmly filling out the forms. You couldn’t possibly back out now, you’ve waited months for this opportunity! Just because some reviews said he could be a scary guy, psh, from what you’ve seen from the redhead, he couldn’t possibly be that bad, right? Just as you signed your last signature, someone cursed at the end of the hall.

“Shitty-hair! Is that client here yet?! I’m not gonna fuckin’ wait all damn day!”

You froze in your seat, your eyes watching the redhead as he rolled his eyes.

“She’s here, dude, chill.”

You gulped, pen shaking in your hand as you stared at the papers again. Was this guy serious? He sounds like he could up and kill me with his tattoo gun! The redhead laughed, taking in your pale figure and offering a calming smile. You relaxed the slightest bit.

“Ah, don’t mind him. He’s all bark and no bite, you’ll be fine. It’s just a tattoo after all!” He laughed again, trying to get you to ease out of your frightened position. “Are you done filling those out? If you could hand me your I.D you’ll be all set!”

You nodded mutely, handing him your I.D and clipboard. His reassurances should’ve placated you but why were you so damn tense? Was the reality of getting a tattoo settling into your bones and immobilizing you? You let out a deep sigh, deciding it’s now or never, hostile artist or not, he still was the best of the best.

The redhead, Kirishima he said was his name, handed you back your I.D and beckoned you to follow him down the hall. The closer you got to the room, the quicker your heart beat. You were so nervous, so excited, you didn’t know what to do with the plethora of emotions surrounding you. With a deep breath, you entered the room behind Kirishima.

The room was covered in art and designs of the past on the walls, fat binders lining bookshelves and a desk spilling over with sketches and unfinished line work. You could tell just from the room alone the experience Bakugou’s had. The tattoo table sat in the corner, laughing at your hesitance, which almost had you running for the hills at the mere sight of it. The air smelt sterile, and you took a deep breath again to try and calm your jolting nerves. Just as you did, the air caught in your throat when you finally laid eyes on your tattoo artist. His eyes were an angry red, brows set in a frown as he appraised your form. You were frozen at the door, not quite able to tear your eyes away. No one mentioned anything about how hot he was! Feeling very deceived by the reviews online, you shimmied yourself fully into the room, all the while staring at the famed Bakugou Katsuki.

“Took you long enough.” He grumbled with a click of his tongue, strong, impossibly tattooed arms crossed over a built torso. He wore a black tank top, not leaving much to the imagination and wore watching black jeans, which hung delectably low on his hips. Now you weren’t sure if you could sit in the same room as him for a completely different reason.

Kirishima rolled his eyes. “Dude, she’s early. Impatience is so not manly.” He huffed, walking out of the room, giving you a thumbs up and smile on the way out.

Now you were left alone. With an insanely attractive man whose hands and eyes were going to be all over you for the next hour. Your earlier hesitance in the matter all but withered away and was replaced with a newfound excitement.

You waved awkwardly, smiling slightly. “Um, hi, I’m Y/N! I’ve heard so many great things about you!” You greeted, hoping you didn’t seem overly eager. Now with your resolve restored tenfold, you wanted to get off on the right foot. His temper still looming over your head dangerously.

He clicked his tongue again, eyes roaming over your figure. “You better have, I don’t run this fuckin’ business for nothin’.” He mumbled, motioning for you to sit at that tattoo table while he prepared.

You watched him eagerly, eyes following where he slapped on his latex gloves. You drank in the way his nimble fingers worked with his equipment, sending you head reeling from thoughts of what else they could do. Goodness, this is embarrassing. Get yourself together, Y/N! You can’t be getting yourself all hot and bothered, this is a professional environment! And with that, you averted your eyes and focused them on your twiddling thumbs.

“So’re you gonna take your pants off or what?” He finally asked, eyes slanting in passive anger at you.

“Wh- huh?!” You exclaimed, almost falling off the table in pure shock. Take off my pants?? Has he noticed my staring? Wait- can he read my thoughts?!

“I can’t tattoo your thigh over you pants, you know. Idiot, you should’ve worn shorts or somethin’.” His voice was laced with superiority as he chastised you, making your thighs clench unconsciously. You were not going to survive this session.

With flaming cheeks, you stood from the table, hands poised over the button of your jeans.

“R-Right.. Well um, would.. Would you mind turning around or something?” You asked quietly, the blush on your cheeks traveling to the rest of your face as you stared into his red eyes. Which he rolled.

“I’m gonna see you half naked anyway, just take your pants off so we can get this shit over with.” He commanded, a brow raised haughtily as he sat on the stool next to the table.

Now, you really didn’t think this through. You’d hoped he’d find you half naked in different circumstances, but here you were, jeans pooling around your ankles in contempt while the flush seemed to travel throughout the rest of your body. How could you forget that you wanted this stupid tattoo on your thigh? At first, you didn’t think anything of it, believing you wouldn’t be attracted to your artist. Fate had other plans though, and made your artist the most attractive man you’ve ever laid eyes on.

You stepped out of your jeans, mumbling begrudgingly as you scooped the mass of fabric from the ground. Once you straightened up, you made eye contact with Bakugou. For a split second, it looked like he was staring at you ass. If you were bolder you might’ve said something like “Like what you see?” but instead, you shook your head, finding the notion preposterous as you sat back onto the table with curses being muttered under your breath.

“It ain’t my fault you wanted the damn tattoo on your thigh, no need to get all bitchy with me.” That comment might’ve brought down his attractiveness to you by about one percent, so any response that you had died in your throat once he started cleaning the exposed area on your thigh. Your lips were zipped tight, trying your absolute best and then some to keep any peep from coming out of your mouth.

The breath that had been stuck in your chest finally escaped from your body once Bakugou pulled away, reaching for the readied transfer paper. You eyes softened at the sight of the design of your tattoo, heart fluttering at the way Bakugou had rendered it.

“It looks beautiful.” You whispered, smile blossoming on your face as he applied the transfer to your thigh, momentarily forgetting your qualms about the damn artist’s proximity.

He hummed in response, clearly denoting an I know in his wake as he removed the transfer paper. “Look in the mirror and tell me it looks good.” He commanded, his tone clearly indicating he already knows it looks good. Probably just wants me to stroke his ego some more.

You got up anyway, not wanting to disobey him, and checked out the art that was going to be permanently etched into you skin in an hour’s time. “It’s perfect.” You breathed, checking yourself out in the mirror with renewed excitement. When you turned back, Bakugou’s eyes flickered up from your thigh to your eyes. He cleared his throat, motioning you to sit back on the table with a flick of his wrist.

“Duh, I strive for nothin’ but perfection.” He said, gloved hands patting the table impatiently.

Was that… a blush on his cheeks? Your heart rate accelerated, smile growing as you skipped back onto the table. “I don’t doubt it, Bakugou! Alright, now tat me up!” You were giggling happily, legs spread onto the table before the young artist, which, unbeknownst to you, had his heart rate going a mile a minute.

“Yeah, yeah.”

With that, he leaned into you inner thigh, one hand gripping onto the soft flesh while the other poised the tattoo gun over it.

“Brace yourself, it ain’t the most comfortable feeling in the world.” He warned, barely giving you any time to actually do so before getting to work.

A gasp escaped from your lips once you felt the tattoo gun connect with your skin, not necessarily in pain but to your horror, in pleasure. You bit your lip, trying to seem nonchalant but in all reality, heat was rushing to your core and you started to feel your body temperature rise considerably. You couldn’t really blame yourself, an attractive man’s face was inches from your barely concealed vagina while he gripped your thigh. How could you not get turned on? What was really going through your head though, was how you were going to distract yourself. You couldn’t possibly think about him and only him this entire time, right? He’d probably catch on and kick you out or something. You wouldn’t be able to stand the embarrassment that would come with that.

While you did try to keep your mind occupied, you couldn’t help but watch the artist at work. His tongue slightly poked out his lips every now and then. Sometimes he’d blow out a breath which would hit your thigh deliciously and send you head spinning. He’d squeeze your thigh and maneuver it this way and that to get a better angle. Every little thing had your heart racing, your thighs needing to clench, your core needing some damn friction. You were, to put it lightly, going fucking insane.

Bakugou suddenly pulled back, his face screwed up in an expression you couldn’t place. An agitated groan escaped his lips while he made aggressive eye contact with you.

“Wh- ar-are you done-?!” Your eyes flickered to the unfinished tattoo, your expression turning confused when you met his eyes again. “What-?”

He shoved himself onto you, pupils blown wide with arousal. “You know what you’re doin’, huh? Don’t play dumb with me you’ve been acting like this since you walked in here.. You know how hard it is to fucking concentrate when I can just smell how wet you are? Huh?” He all but growled, eyes glued to yours while his large hands gripped your waist possessively.

You took in a shaky breath, breaking eye contact to watch his body hover impossibly close to yours. A sweat had built around Bakugou’s temples, body slightly shaking with restraint as he gathered your next reaction.

“Fuck.. you can’t blame me, can you?!” You yelled, hands gripping onto his strong biceps. “You’re over here gripping on my thigh and breathing on my coochie, how the fuck am I supposed to react?”

Your response shocked him, but was enough to confirm any suspicions he had and he immediately clashed his lips with yours. You melted instantly, hands roaming up to grip at his sandy hair roughly. Teeth clashed, tongues melded and fought for dominance, breath coming in hot and heavy as your bodies melted into each other. Bakugou was already hard against your thigh, member pulsing through his jeans and prodding closer and closer to your dripping core.

You moved to wrap your exposed legs around his waist but was shoved roughly back onto the table, Bakugou breaking the heated kiss and roaming down. His hands left a trail of fire on your exposed skin, causing small, broken mewls to slip to your lips while he pushed your top over your breasts, his eyes drinking in your heated form greedily.

“Fuck baby you look so good like this. I’ve barely even touched you and you already look fucked out, all for me huh?” He purred obscenities into your ear, a shiver wracking through your body at his words. His hands barely skimmed over your bra, your breath held in anticipation as he slowed his rough mannerisms to admire your breathless body. A low growl emitted from the back of his throat, his hands pushing your bra down to expose your chest, your nipples hardening immediately in the crisp air. Deft, tattooed fingers toyed with your breasts, red eyes burning into your own as he watched you writhe underneath him, your legs rubbing together incessantly to try and gauge at least the tiniest amount of friction you could get.

You whined needily, fingers fisting into his hair as you tried to connect your barely concealed pelvis with his.

“Nuh, uh, baby girl I’m gonna need you to be patient, yeah? Can you be patient for me?” His tone was laced with such dominance you were rendered speechless, a nod of your head indicating you understood what he was implying.

“No, that ain’t gonna cut it sweetheart, use your fucking words or else I’m stoppin’ right here, when we’ve barely even gotten started.” His fingers gripped your chin, forcing your gaze onto his.

“Y-Yes, sir..?” You were hesitant with the addition of the title but a hum of approval resonated from the tattooed man that had you relaxing back into the table again. Your eyes watched his every move while he lowered himself closer to you, a feeling of desperation slowly gnawing at you. His hands roamed every inch of exposed skin, from the apples of your cheeks down to your pelvis, his fingers toying dangerously with the waistband of your delicate panties.

Just as you thought he was gonna grant you at least some relief, his fingers skimmed past the waistband completely, ignoring the removal of the tiny article of clothing and instead moving to push a tattooed finger against your core teasingly. A gasp escaped your lips, one of your hands gripping his bicep for dear life, the tiny amount of contact overwhelming you.

He chuckled dangerously, his face moving to hover over your clothed heat, his hot breath tickling your thighs.

“Oh, please, just fucking touch me, Bakugou.” You seethed, your patience growing incredibly thin. You wanted to reach for his wrist and just make him touch you yourself but you didn’t want to push your luck, having already yelled at the man already.

He laughed at your command, his hands moving to grip your hips while his tongue poked out of his mouth to gently prod at your panties. An eloquent oh fuck rolled out of your mouth, his hands gripping harder as his tongue lightly grazed over your clothed cunt.

“Is this what you wanted, princess?” He murmured against your wet panties, his eyes lazily gazing up at you. The sight of his face buried in between your legs had you shaking, the hands in his hair impossibly tightening while you tugged him closer to you.

“Bakugou, please, please, please, eat me out I can’t take it anymore, I want you to fuck me so-!” You cut yourself off with a hearty moan, his fingers snatching your underwear to the side and delving his tongue into dripping core. One of his hands massaged your hip, while the other snaked to toy with your entrance. You were already gasping for breath, legs spasming against his head while he dug himself deeper into you. His tongue laved other your clit, alternating between drawing lazy circles and sucking it hard. The juxtaposition of movements drove you mad, your head falling back against the table with your back arching, you hips bucking into his mouth greedily. His finger finally pushed into you, the combination of his thrusting finger and suckling lips pushing you further and further towards the edge.

All too soon, the friction was gone just as you felt your climax rush over you, causing a shriek of disapproval to sound from you. Your head was up in a flash to shoot a look of desperation to the teasing man. His gaze shook you to your very core, almost undoing you just then, with eyes completely clouded over with unadulterated lust. He smirked, bringing his soiled fingers to his lips and sucking them clean. A whine emitted from your throat, the display downright lewd and having you begging for more.

“Baku-”

“Call me Katsuki, darling.”

“Katsuki, please.”

And with that statement, his tank top was off. His pretty fingers worked to smoothly take off his belt and pants, the mere sounds of the rustling clothes bringing more excitement in between your legs. You crawled toward him, moving to help but he quickly pinned you back down onto the table.

“Now, now, let’s not get too hasty. I plan on fuckin’ that pretty pussy of yours real good, yeah? Don’t you worry that pretty little fuckin’ head of yours.”

Bakugou picked you up with ease, flipping you around and bending you over so your ass was up in the air for him to lay a resounding smack onto it. He hummed while you whined desperately, his abusing hand rubbing the skin immediately to soothe the reddening cheek. You legs felt wobbly, barely able to keep yourself up for him. He was rubbed languid strokes against his angry cock, angling it towards your entrance and prodding at it coyly. He tapped the appendage against your folds, chuckling as your hips bucked up against him. A smirk played on his lips, his eyes dark and dangerous as he started to shift his hips forwards to meet yours. You watched the muscles in his beautifully inked stomach flex as he moved, the feeling of slowly being filled just too good.

Once he was fully inside you, you gasped hotly, trying to accustom yourself to the sensation of being so thoroughly stretched out. His eyes watched attentively, flickering from your stretched hole and to your face. He moved his hips back tortuously slow, setting a pace so agonizingly good that you could barely open you mouth without moaning desperately.

“Oh, f-fuck!” You half-sobbed, clinging to the table for dear life as he rocked into you. He moved to hide his face against the back of your neck, latching onto the juncture of her shoulder and throat in a way that made you sure he would leave a mark. The feeling was almost too much– the slow drag of his cock inside you, the ministrations of his lips, teeth and tongue on your shoulder, the quiet and low growls leaving his perfect lips– you were done for.

His large hands gripped your ass, alternating from hard gropes to rough slaps that resounded about the room and arousing you tenfold. Broken moans fled your lips, your fingernails scratching at the table hopelessly. His cock pulsed within you as he quickened his pace abruptly, his hand fisting into your hair and forcing your back to arch up into him. You cried out in pure glee, your breasts bouncing while he pounded mercilessly into you.

His hands held your hips in a bruising grip, the pain mixing deliciously with the absolute pleasure that was Bakugou’s pace. His lips were muttering obscenities into your ear, alternating from suckling your earlobe in between his teeth and littering your neck with pretty purple bruises. You have ascended, your mind gone due to this tattoo artist’s godly dick.

You were sputtering, moans never ceasing to escape from your lips as you tried your best to keep up with his pace, your body becoming hotter and hotter with every deep thrust. You felt your climax building, your walls clenching around his thick cock, causing him to curse into your ear.

His unoccupied hand snaking around your waist to rub quick circles into your clit, sending your body into overdrive and making you see stars.

“I’m go-gonna- oh my goodness- I’m gonna f-fucking come-!” Your body was on fire, your mind short-circuiting with the amount of pleasure wracking your body as you finally came. Your moans came louder with it, your body spasming against his still pistoning cock.

He came soon after, his thrusts becoming sloppy as he rode out his high within your overstimulated walls. Bakugou released your hair, your body falling limply onto the tattoo table. You were gasping for breath, his seed pooling out of your pussy and onto the table. His fingers circled your folds and gathered the come from it, holding them out in front of your lips.

“Now, be a good girl and swallow my cum, huh, princess?”

#i hope this is like... GOOD #i spent like two days on this #mainly bc im a pro procrastinator #ANYWAY #bakugou katsuki #bakugou x reader #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugou smut #bnha #bnha x reader #bnha smut #mha x reader #mha smut #ns*fw

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the19thduckpotato · 4 years

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In the Shadow of a Smile (Pt 5)

Part 4

He said it he said it he really said it does he know that's everything I've wanted to hear can I say I love you?? I want to say I love you-- but will he feel pressured to say it back? I hope not I know it's so hard to when you're All Might he must know it's okay if he can't but what if he doesn't?? Maybe I should just tell him-- "--I love you," Izuku said, muffled against the thick coat. "I love you lots-- you don't have to say it back if you don't want to, it's okay"

Toshi squeezed his eyes shut as his heart thudded painfully. I love you, too!! Then say it. Eyes still shut, he opened his mouth. just a few simple words "I..." don’t you dare hold back "...I..." wow, are you seriously about to chicken out right now? He closed his mouth, resting one hand on Izuku's back. ....I love you, too...

Whispered softly, "...I know."

Toshi made a frustrated noise. the great All Might is a coward. Can't even compare to a child. That's where your regret lies--not because you didn’t tell them. Because you didn't have the guts to. "Izuku," he murmured hoarsely. "I just..." His voice caught and he sighed miserably. "Thank you."

Izuku squeezed his hug a little tighter, hoping it would make Toshi feel a bit better, somehow. "Thank you," he murmured back. For loving me, even if you can't say it. N maybe someday you can... but I wouldn't blame you if you didn't. I know it's... when you finally think you're close to someone and say it and then something... happens... maybe I shouldn't have said anything, but-- I just can't seem to stay quiet....

Toshi suddenly reached for his phone, tapped the screen, then gave a tiny grimace of surprise. "I need to duck out for a moment. Just a minute, no more, I promise. Will you be ok in here?"

"Ehh?" Izuku looked up in surprise, not able to see the phone screen but getting the idea. "Uh, okay." He nodded, pretty sure he sounded confident enough. Oh crap. Crapcrapcrap.

Toshi tried to not rush out, striding as calmly as he could. He was soon across the street, watching the river glimmer in lazy rolling waves nearby. He slipped his phone (no message visible for there never was one) back in his pocket then took a deep breath of fresh air. Then hung his head. "Why?" he muttered. "Why is it so difficult?" The river rolled on. "What am I scared of?"

Izuku stood in the store by himself, starting to shrink into a stiff board. crapcrapcrap I'm alone, what if someone steals me like Mom warned me about?? ...you're a bit big to just be picked up and carried off, you know that, right? Well, yes, but what if-- Images of Shigaraki's hand creeping around his neck came into his mind. Izuku made a worried noise, hand sneaking up to the jacket collar. Oh right. The jacket. I can't pay for it... I don't even wanna know how much it costs, it's gotta be way too much. He shuffled it off, putting it back on the hanger and holding onto it. Don't want them to think I'd try to walk out wearing it or anything.... He busied himself with looking for items for his classmates while he waited for Toshi to be done with... whatever it was he was doing. Probably making a phone call or somethin'.

"Hey," Toshi called out as he returned. "I think I found a few ideas online we could search for here and--" He noticed Izuku had the jacket back on its hanger. "--not your size?"

“Oh!” Izuku turned back to Toshi. “No, it is! Just ready to buy it now!” He smiled up at Toshi, his eyes crinkling happily.

"Did you see anything else we should get?" He plucked a small Mic doll from a pile in a barrel then was delighted to find it squeaked when he squeezed it. "Ok yes," he smirked.

“Eehee!” Izuku grinned at the doll. “Whatcha gonna do with it?”

Toshi winked. "Now pass me your jacket." He squeezed the Mic toy again, his mouth twitched in a mild grin as it squeaked once more.

Izuku passed over the jacket, tilting his head and wrinkling his eyebrows in a question.

"Let's get these paid for and then get ya fed." Toshi tucked the Mic into the jacket pocket. "What's your favorite?"

Izuku blinked up at him. "Uuuhhh"

"Soba? Udon? Takoyaki?" Toshi tilted his head. "...hamburgers?"

Izuku's face lit up. "Katsudon!!"

"Excellent choice!" Toshi tapped his card against the kiosk device, nodded his thanks to the cashier, then handed the bag holding the Silver Age jacket and one (1) Squeaky Mic over to Izuku. "I might know a good spot."

"Great!" Izuku bounced happily. "N we can come back for the other kids' stuff later?"

"Absolutely!" A few moments later found them in a small but bustling shop. A man dressed in smart chef's whites looked up from the table he was speaking to, his face lighting up. "Ah, honorable All Mighf!" he called out, indicated a nearby table. "And friend? Student?" There was a slight squint of intrigue. "Or maybe--?" Oh Lord, not again. "One of my best students," Toshi quickly but proudly replied. "Say hi, Izuku."

He smiled happily and waved. "Hi Izuku!" The words left his mouth before he could think about them. He promptly perished on the spot. "Wait noooooooo...." Those words were muffled by the hands hiding his red face.

Toshi couldn't help it, he snorted into his hand. "That's my kid!" "Ah???" the chef said, eyebrows rising. "Figure of speech, Ryori." If the chef seemed disappointed, he didn't show it. Instead, he happily handed Izuku a menu. "You know I have your teacher here to thank for saving my shop." "Ryori." A silver bell chimed and the chef pointed toward the kitchen. "Go on, ask him. I'll be right back with some miso."

Izuku turned to Toshi with a curious grin, hoping for a story.

Toshi looked back to Izuku then jumped a little. "K-kid!" He coughed then cleared his throat. "It's not that big a deal. Really." His ears were flushing red again.

Izuku rubbed at his own ear and cheek, chasing away the last of the blush. "Aw c'monnn, if I can be good-naturedly embarrassed so can you!"

Toshi rested his chin on one hand, ears still red. "Ok, but I just want you to know, I didn't do it just to get free food for life. I did it because it was the right thing to do." the free food WAS a lovely bonus "When I was younger--a lot younger--i happened to be in the area when a Quirk went haywire. Some poor kid's Quirk had advanced in its abilities and he didn't quite have a handle on it just yet. Something to do with vibrations parsing molecules, collapsing structures. He didn't mean to cause damage, just-- oh thank you, Ryori." The chef grinned as he set the bowls down then waited to hear the rest of the story. "--so there I was, trying to figure out how to get close to the scared kid without being parsed myself, when--" Ryori made a frustrated noise. "Not that story! Tell it right! Tell the story about how you saved my store!" He gestured for Izuku to try the miso.

“I thought that was the story?” Izuku cast a skeptical glance up at Ryori, then quickly ducked his head apologetically when he realized how rude he sounded. “Sorry.”

Toshinori pinched the bridge of his nose but grinned. "All right. All right." "Good man!" "So Izuku, one day I saved this building from collapsing--" "My dear sweet store, when it was still young, ah!" "--and the owner was so grateful--" Ryori proudly rose to his full four and a half foot height. "--that he did what, All Might?" Toshi smirked. "That he served a starving hero some katsudon." Ryori shook a finger in mock anger. "Ungrateful man, tell it right!" "That he served a starving hero the most amazing katsudon he had ever had the pleasure of tasting." Both Ryori and Toshi did the same hand flourish in unison and the blond laughed nervously at Izuku. "It's, uh, our thing." "Have you tried the miso yet?"

Izuku practically had sparkles floating around his head. They’re so cuuuuuute!! The fanboy side of him was in heaven. “—Oh! Ah, not yet,” he smiled sheepishly, taking a spoonful. “—!!” He nodded excitedly, eyes wide.

"So then??" Ryori's eyes bore into Toshi. "So then the starving hero decided he liked it so much, he'd come back again when the store wasn't in danger of burning down or crumbling to bits." "You wound me, old friend." Toshi grinned and spooned some of his miso which seemed to soothe Ryori's ruffled feathers. "The hero returned, again and again. Word soon got around that the great hero All Might had a favorite place to eat." Ryori looked fit to burst from pride. "Guess what happened, student Izuku? Go on!"

Izuku’s eyes crinkled with happiness. “Ah, business boomed?”

Ryori clapped his hands with joy. "Smart boy, clever boy! And that is how All Might saved my store!" "Because goodness knows your cooking--" Ryori held up a wooden spoon threateningly. "--wasn’t getting enough attention and Ryori, please, put that away, I'm only teasing." Mollified once more, Ryori huffed something about making All Might's usual--the scarecrow's delight--then turned to Izuku, pen poised to take his order.

“Oh, uhh—“ Izuku’s mind went blank for a second, but he quickly remembered what he wanted “—katsudon, please?”

The chef grinned huge, then turned and strode back to his kitchen, a man on a mission. Toshi shook his head with a fond grin, sipping at his water. "He really is a miracle worker when it comes to culinary concoctions. People try to say it's because of a Quirk that he must have but no. That's pure talent, plain and simple."

Izuku took another spoonful of miso with much enjoyment. “I believe it!’

Toshi's eyes sparkled with pleasure. "I'm very glad you like it!" The next few moments were spent scrolling through online sites and discussing possible gift options for the rest of Class 1A. This is nice. It's not saving someone from a burning building or punching an evil villain in the face... but it's still going to bring a smile to people's faces and that's what I've missed. Soon, Ryori returned with two covered dishes. He placed both on the table and lift the lid on Izuku's with a grand flourish. "Tada!"

“Oooohhh!”

Ryori moved to do the same with Toshi's plate and the blond gently but firmly pushed the chef's hand away. "It's not that big a deal," he murmured very softly. "Please don't." Ryori's eyes radiated hurt and Toshi immediately regretted his words. But the chef, ever a professional, bowed his gratitude. "Enjoy, as I no doubt know you will!" And with that, he was gone.

Izuku waited to see if Toshi was going to uncover his own dish or not. Surely he will, he ordered it... right?

Toshi rested a large hand on the lid, lost in his own thoughts. Then he looked up. "Oh my word, yours looks positively...wow. Go on! Eat up!" He was quick to look away, mouth watering. Not a good idea. Not as bad as the popcorn but still not a good idea. After a moment, Toshi pulled the lid from his own dish and smiled softly. Even with as little as what Ryori could work with, he still managed to make it all look fantastic.

Izuku didn't want to start eating until Toshi did, despite the urging. That would be so rude... what if he's saying that because he doesn't intend to eat, though... hhhhrhmmm....

"Don't let it get cold," his teacher murmured.

"W...e..e.ll-- ...yessir," Izuku nodded, beginning to eat after all. I guess if he really wants me to but-- "Mmh," he made a soft noise of approval as he started to nibble the hot meat.

Toshi smiled in a confused sort of way. Wait, is he really enjoying himself genuinely....or because I told him to? He poked at his rice, pushing the grains around in their bowl.

"Not hungry?" Izuku asked, then mentally slapped his forehead. "Well. You know what I mean." He set his chin on his hand, looking curiously at Toshi.

Tiny Mental Alarm Alert Toshi took a great mouthful and gave a thumbs up. ....good heavens, Ryori really is a culinary genius. This is delicious. He swallowed too soon, coughed, and pounded his chest, thumb still valiantly sticking up.

"Oh goodness," Izuku laughed softly, "are you okay?"

Toshi wiggled his thumbs up and took another bite with a wink.

Izuku continued eating, his legs swinging happily under the table. It really was amazing, Toshi wasn't exaggerating at all. He avoided making too much of a fuss over something Toshi couldn't eat, though, that seemed unkind.

The blond smiled, quietly pleased. He noted that Izuku was barely talking now. A sign that the food truly was good. The kid's happy. Lookit that grin....albeit with stray rice sticking to his puffed cheeks. Laugh lines crinkled about his eyes. All Might is still making him smile but not with a giant fist in a villain's face. Interesting. Toshi mentally turned this thought over, poking at it. The rice in his bowl slowly disappeared.

((Part 6))

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #izuku #midoriya #deku #toshinori #all might #dadmight #sunflower dad #broccoli son #co-op rp #mander writes!#ducky writes!#fanfic #in the shadow of a smile #itsoas part 5

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shes-fast-like-me · 4 years

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lifetane headcanons that i asked for and therefore you will receive them

they both like watching anime together. ajay is more into the magical girl and emotional anime whilst octavio is more into action anime and so they take turns watching each style. one weekend they'll spend it watching all of ajay's childhood favourites like sailor moon and stuff and then the next weekend octavio will get them to watch hero academia or somethin idk i’m too pretty

you know those jenna marbles videos of her doing anything to julien's hair? that is literally exactly what dying their hair together is like. he's got adhd bro he's gonna keep moving around and making noise he just gotta

neither can fall asleep to a quiet room so they usually have some white noise playing in the background. they usually fall asleep to watching anime together. if not ajay will put on some white noise video or smthn

speaking of sleeping habits these two are the Worst. neither sleep like, EVER but if they do they just crash and are impossible to wake up. the amount of times one has found the other asleep somewhere bizarre and had to haul their ass to bed is uncountable. ajay usually falls asleep at her desk but she can sleep pretty much everywhere in any position it's actually weird to see her sitting up straight fully asleep. octavio just curls up into a ball where ever he happens to take a nap.

they have pet lizards you can fight me on this they both rlly like reptiles

he's an aries and she's a taurus and their birthdays are pretty close together so they sometimes have one big party for the both of them together.

this video

they have So Many inside jokes like. for literally everything. they could be eating breakfast with all the other legends and mirage will say something normal and ajay will shoot octavio a look and he'll say some dumb shit and they'd both burst out laughing and literally No One has any sort of context so they just all sit there like wtf

ajay makes kandi bracelets for the both of them, octavio has cute green ones with his name and "love" and stuff like that on them and he wears them pretty much whenever he can

ajay appears in octavio's livestreams often enough that his viewers are basically aware that they're together and there's cute fanart of them.

on that note there is so many screenshots and memes on the internet of octavio doing something crazy in a video and ajay just standing there completely unphased and everyone tagging "me" @ ajay's expressions

on a similar note, theyre both rlly active online, octavio moreso since this was literally his job prior to the games. ajay has a rlly nice instagram that he helps her take pictures for but otherwise she uses her other social media to spread awareness for charity events and such. octavio is actually a great photographer when he wants to be so she looks rlly nice in her aesthetic-y pics. his social media on the other hand are a Mess

#lifetane #these are more general than relationship specific but eh

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rebelminxy · 4 years

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Best Valentine’s Ever

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x Reader

Word Count: 1006

Warnings: Fluff and cuteness

A/N: I wrote this piece while listening to the song Must be Doin’ Somethin’ Right by Billy Currington. Takes place in 2015 during season 11. In this, Jensen never married. This is in no way meant as disrespect for the Ackles family, only written for pure fiction. I send them many positive vibes and happiness. The pictures were found on Google and Pinterest so credit goes to the owners. I hope you enjoy all the fluff and feels!

Masterlist

“(Y/N)! Zabrina is hollerin’ for ya!”

“Tell her I’ll be there in a minute! Getting my brushes!”

You rushed to grab the rest of your brushes before jumping out the makeup trailer, running to the direction of where they were going to shoot a scene in the bunker. It took you by surprise when they announced two days ago that they would be working on a Saturday, but work was work and since the other makeup artists had left for their weekend jobs, it was up to you and Zabrina to make sure everything went well in the makeup department.

You were just sad that the one day they decided to pull this was on Valentine’s Day. You were working on plans for you and Jensen to celebrate your fifth Valentine’s together when Zabrina told you about the workday. You even had to cancel the table you booked at a high-class restaurant you found online with raving reviews. All you could do was hope that the day would end early so you could at least have time to cook a nice Valentine’s dinner for the man you loved.

Once you were on the set, you noticed how dark it was inside.

“Zabrina! I’m here! Did they change shooting plans?” you yelled out.

Before you could say another word, the lights cut on, taking you by surprise with their brightness. As your eyes settled, you noticed the dozens of roses surrounding you, petals decorating the floor. You took in the sight before you heard the sounds of a guitar. When you looked up, you saw Jensen standing there, guitar in hand as he strummed away. He then started to sing “Must Be Doin’ Somethin’ Right”, slowly walking towards you.

His voice surrounded you, caressing your heart and soul. He was never one to brag about his many talents, but just hearing him hum with that deep rumble made your day. You appreciated the small moments you caught him singing in the shower or humming along to a song playing on the radio. Jensen’s voice was such a beautiful deep timber, reminding you of a deep forest and the strength of whiskey.

Once he finished the song, he put the guitar down on the floor and closed the distance between you. He took your hands as he looked you in the eyes, his deep green shining into your (Y/E/C) eyes.

“Baby, I know it’s Valentine’s Day and I wanted to make this day a special one for you, for us. I want you to know how much these past five years have meant to me. You are my love, my best friend and the woman of my dreams. You have stood by my side no matter what and I hope that you give me the response that I’ve been dying to hear ever since I made the decision to do this.”

Suddenly, Jensen dropped onto one knee, pulling out a small blue Tiffany box from his jean pocket. You gasped, realizing what was happening, as he opened the box to reveal a heart-shaped halo engagement ring with a diamond platinum band. The heart diamond itself looked like it was about 2 carats by the size of the huge piece. You felt the tears break free as you covered your mouth in shock. You froze as he kneeled there, waiting for your response.

“(Y/N), babe, you ok?” Jensen asked the worried tone to his voice very noticeable as he looked up at you, his forehead creasing.

You suddenly shrieked out a ‘yes’ and pounced him, throwing your arms around his neck, bringing out a rumble of laughter from him. He wrapped his arms around you as applause broke out, pulling your attention to the surrounding cast and crew members walking out from the shadows. Huge smiles were etched on their faces as they cheered in celebration.

“Wait, they all knew?” you asked as you pulled away, wiping away the tears.

“I kinda had to get them all in for this to happen. When you told Gen about your plans for today, she told Jared who warned me.”

“I swear, I’m gonna hold my tongue around Gen from now on,” you giggled as you sat in Jensen’s lap.

Jensen finally placed the ring on your finger, receiving a loud cheer from everyone. You both got up and thanked everyone for participating, champagne being served out in celebration. The small ‘party’ went on for about an hour, ending when you and Jensen excused yourselves home. You couldn’t stop looking down at your ring on the ride home, admiring it greatly.

“Since when?” you asked.

“What?” Jensen asked back, his eyes focused on the road.

“You said you made the decision to ask me a while back. Wanted to know when it was.”

“Remember that weekend we got stuck taking care of Shep and Tom because of Jared’s last-minute sweetheart trip with Gen to Hawaii?”

You nodded your head in response, your eyes now on him.

“Well, I had gone out to get a few extra things for the boys, and I came back to find you three asleep on the couch, you holding them close in your arms. Seeing you with the boys that I love made me see you there with our own kids, older and happy. It was at that moment I knew that you were it for me. That whatever the future held for me, I knew you had to be there beside me.”

Jensen took your hand in his and brought your knuckles up to his lips, placing a soft kiss there. You smiled up at him, turning your eyes onto the road in front of you. As he continued to drive, all you could think about was how happy you were, how much your heart wanted to burst out in joy. You were engaged to the man of your dreams and now, you were ready to ride off into the sunset with him.

Best Valentine’s Day ever!

#supernatural #supernatural fanfiction #supernatural fic #Supernatural RPF #rpf fanfic #Jensen Ackles #jensen x reader #Jensen x You #jensen ackles x reader #jensen ackles x you #valentine day fic

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deanscroissant · 5 years

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Kanekalon Hair

Before y/n became a hunter she use to be a Braider. One day she decides to braid her hair, and being intrigued, Dean wants to learn more about the beautiful, ethnic hairstyle. Parings: Dean x Black!reader Word count: 2.7K A/N: So this was in my drafts for a MINUTE, but I’m so glad it’s finished. I hope whoever reads this enjoys it. Feedback is greatly appreciated! 😊💕

You had been searching online for the past hour looking at different colors of box braids you wanted to install in your hair. You hadn’t braided in almost five years. Ever since your family was killed by a pack of werewolves you hadn’t touched not a single strand of braiding hair.

Braiding reminded you of home. You always remember your mom teaching you how to do them, and how you would practice on either her or your sister’s hair. When you got older you made a living off it, even doing other different hairstyles besides braiding. You had your own little business going on in your room, where clients would walk in and out of almost every day pleased with your work.

You loved it, but it did have it’s cons. You would spend those long, exhausting hours taking your time to perfect the braids with cramped hands, but they always came out how you wanted them to. You sometimes wonder if that's what your heaven would be like, because that’s when you were the happiest.

When you became a hunter you stopped braiding because the thought of it use to bring you to tears. The memories would come at you like a slap to the face, reminding you of how much of a failure you were for not protecting your family. But years have passed by and you’ve managed to not let the memories get to you.

The past few weeks you’ve wanted to do something different for your hair. You were honestly tired of putting it in the same damn boring hairstyle that you would wear for hunting. This morning you’ve had enough as you were getting frustrated combing your kinky curls.

And here you were sitting on your bed with your laptop as you were twirling a piece of your unkempt hair with your finger, trying to decide if you wanted to go loud and vibrant or just Plain Jane for the big comeback. ‘Maybe starting out slow and basic would be better.’, you thought before closing the laptop.

Just as you were ready to get up your boyfriend Dean came into the bedroom with his keys in hand, twirling it around his thick, calloused forefinger. “I'm going to get Chinese, babe.” He says, “You want your usual?”

You had already planned to go out by yourself to go to the beauty supply store, which took you awhile to find. Since living here in the bunker for a couple of months you haven't seen not one around where you lived, so you would mainly order your hair products online. You didn't want to wait another week to receive the hair. You were in desperate need of a protective style.

The store was only a town over, approximately forty minutes away. You’ve thought about going with Dean to save a trip, but you also wanted to surprise him with the new hairdo. Either way, he's going to eventually start to wonder why you haven't came out of the room in hours.

“Can I come with you?” You asked as you fiddled with the hem of your pajama shorts. “I wanted you to take me somewhere.”

Dean raised an eyebrow, “Where to?”

“The beauty supply store.” You replied, and received a perplexed look from him.

“That’s where you get makeup and stuff from, right?” he asked, assuming by the name of the store.“I thought you said you haven't seen any around here.”

“I found a place, but it's a town over. I was gonna go by myself but figured I'd kill two birds with one stone.” you explained. “That's if you feel like driving that far.”

Dean looked at you for a moment, then nodded and stuffed his keys into his jacket pocket. “Alright. I need to get out and get some air anyways. I'll be waiting in the car.”

*******

You scratched the top of your scarf-covered head as you and Dean listened to the Google Map directions on your phone, Dean driving accordingly in the pouring rain. You tried to focus as a little voice in your head saying don't do it kept distracting you.

Minutes into the drive you got tangled into traffic. “This is bullcrap.” Dean grumbled as we sat in it for almost ten minutes now.

You rubbed your tired eyes, “We're literally so close. I hate fucking traffic.”

“You and me both, sweetheart.” Dean reached to turn to a different radio station when your phone caught his eye.

He watched as you read through the list you had made earlier for what to get at the store. His eyebrows furrowed as he read the first thing on the list.

‘What the hell is Gorila Snot?’ His face was screwed at the ludicrous name.

Before he could ask what it was the car in front of him moved up faster, meaning the traffic was back to normal.

Dean quickly found a parking spot and shut the car off. He glanced over at you to see you staring at the building. He thought you had seen something and looked where you were staring.

“What's the matter? You see something?” He had snapped you out of your gaze and you turned to meet his concerned eyes. You didn't share to Dean why you acted like this because you didn’t want him to worry, but you know you’ll have to tell him eventually.

“Um...no.” You stuttered out before putting your hood on. “Just thinking. Do you wanna come in with me?”

Dean scowled, acting like he wasn't thinking about going in to be curious and find out what the hell that snot stuff is. “No. I'm not going in that girly place.”

You gave him a blank stare. “There's men products in there, too. You should look around.”

“I don't need anything.” He said, and you frowned slightly. He immediately felt bad. “But, if you want me to come in, then I'll go.”

When you two walked in an Asian lady, who was standing at the cash register, greeted you both. You greeted back before scanning the store, the familiar products you've seen and had growing up made pieces of the memories flash through your mind.

Before your mind fogged with the horrible memories Dean pulled you into the direction where the wigs were. He chuckled as he approached a blonde one, and got ready to pick it up when you slapped his hand away. He looked at you horrified as he held the stinging hand.

You pointed to the sign below the display case that read ‘Do Not Touch Wigs’. He gave you an ‘oh okay’ face and a thumbs up.

Chuckling and shaking your head at the older Winchester you began walking to find where the gels were. “Okay. I need to find the Gorila Snot-”

“Alright,” Dean cuts you off as he came to stand in front of you, looking confused. “What the hell is Gorila Snot? Is it really snot from a damn gorilla? Does it got special properties or somethin’ in it?”

You looked at him blankly before bursting into laughter, covering your mouth to muffle the laugh. “No, silly.” You reached and grabbed his hand. “Come on I'll show you.”

When you found the gels and spotted the Gorila Snot, you picked up the smaller bottle and opened it, squeezing a little bit on your finger before showing it to him. “See? Looks like snot, but it isn't. I get the sport version because of hunting. I mainly use it for my edges since it's the only gel that works for me.” You explained.

He frowned disgustingly at it as you kept pressing your fingers together in the blue, gooey consistency, making it sticky and stringy. “It looks gross.”

“Oh come on, drama queen. It doesn't look bad.” You moved it closer to his face to smell it, but he quickly backed away. You threw your head back and laughed at how extra he's being.

“Dean, it doesn't smell bad. It smells good! I promise it’s nothing bad.”

“Are you sure?” He walks back closer while eyeing the stuff cautiously, as if you were holding a venomous snake and was scared you were gonna throw it at him.

“Yes. I promise.” You giggled and held it back to his nose. When he smelt it his face softened, “It smells alright.” He shrugged before turning away to the other direction as he put his hands in his jacket pockets, trying to hide his embarrassment.

You shook your head and chuckled as you closed the lid. “So dramatic.” You mumbled before getting the rest of what you needed from the list.

Dean was observing closely and asking you questions about everything you picked up, and you gladly explained the products and the types of hair to him. Once you were done he helped carry some of the stuff to the counter and paid for it. You got ready to protest but he held up his hand to silence you, and you quickly obliged.

After your almost two hour trip you two returned back to the bunker with Dean carrying your bags of hair necessities and the Chinese food, while you practically sprinted down the stairs and down the hall to go use the bathroom. Sam came out from the library as he tucked his phone away in his pocket, his eyebrows raised at how much stuff Dean was carrying. “Took you guys long enough. Where else did you guys go?”

“Y/n had to run for some supplies for her hair.” Dean explained as he placed the bags on the table before taking out the contents of food and separating everyone's order. “It was way far out.” He stopped what his was doing to ask Sam about the newly information you gave him at the store. “Did you know that products that says it repairs split ends don't actually work?”

“I think I have.” he lightly chuckled, amused at his brother gaining knowledge about hair.

“Did you also know that perm meant permanent? I saw a lot of those there.”

“That I knew.” Sam said as he grabbed his food. “Any more questions?”

“Dude, they have stuff in there that I’ve never heard of.” Dean dug through the bag with your stuff and grabbed the gel and slid it over to him before putting his hands on his hips. “Gorila snot! Never heard of that in my life.”

Sam examined the purple bottle and furrowed his eyebrows as he read it. “Moco de Gorila. Sport energizer? What’s she using this for?” he asked before opening the bottle.

“She said she uses it for her edges so the sweat won’t mess it up while hunting.” Dean explained.

“And to also keep my hair from frizzing. But sometimes I’ll put it in my hair if we’re going to an intense hunt.” you said as you watched the two men talk. You had came back a long time ago when Dean was talking about perms and found it quite amusing listening to Dean talk about what he learned today.

The brothers were startled by your presence and immediately felt embarrassed that they were caught. You couldn’t help but cackle. “I’ve never seen two white men have a discussion like this ever. This is a first for me.”

They both started blushing, causing you to cackle again. “Is it bad if we do?” Sam asked innocently.

“No not at all.” you smiled as you sat at the table and grabbed your food. “And I don’t mind it if you guys ask me questions.”

“So you wouldn’t be offended if I ask what’s the difference between weave and extensions?” Dean asked as he took off his jacket before sitting down.

“Nope.” you said.

“Or ask if it’s real or not if I can’t tell which is what?” Sam said, only for you to give him a blank stare. You so wanted to tell him off at that moment but you remembered you had to be patient with them. “That I would have to educate you both on.”

For the rest of dinner you answered their questions nicely without snapping at them as if they were children. You had to remember that they never had experience with a black woman before. Well, Dean has but by the questions he asked you would think he never had, or he was just too scared to ask.

After dinner you got started on your hair. When you finished your first braid you looked at it in awe through the mirror. Not only were you shocked that you still had it in you, but that you’ve managed to not let the bad memories get to you. And that’s when you began getting emotional.

You mentally cursed when Dean had walked in the room. Perfect freaking timing. When he saw you with your hands covering your face he started to worry. “Y/n? You alright?”

“Yeah.” you spoke softly while wiping your tears away with your sleeve. “I’m alright.”

Dean gave you a ‘yeah right’ face and sat at the corner of the desk where you were sitting. “What’s really going on, y/n?”

You let out a sigh, not really prepared to tell him why you’re emotional. Of course you’ve told him about your family dying by the hands (or claws) of werewolves, but you didn’t explain to him how that caused you to stop doing your passion for hair and wanting to bury yourself in a hole somewhere from the thought of it.

After explaining it to him he sat there for a moment not knowing where to begin. He grabbed your hand and placed it in between his and looked into your eyes. “I am over the moon about you getting back into what makes you happy. I understand completely what you’re going through. It takes time to heal from that and if you ever need someone to talk to I’m always here, alright?”

You nodded and stood up to give him a hug, which he returned and gave you a soft peck on the cheek. “Thank you, Dean.”

For the rest of the night you braid your hair as you answered any questions that flowed through Dean’s mind about braiding or any other topic about your hair. He watched as you began on a new braid and he asked to try to do one, which made you raise an eyebrow in amusement. “Are you sure? It’s kind of difficult.”

Dean waved a hand as he got up and got ready to grab a piece of Kanekalon hair that you’ve separated beforehand on your shared bed. “It doesn’t hurt to try, right?”

“My scalp is saying otherwise.” you chuckled. You were kind of afraid that he’ll tangle your hair, but you found it adorable that he’s willing to learn, so you’ll allow it.

You told and showed him how to start it off, and when he understood he made another part in your hair before he started the braid. He was extremely focused with his tongue poking out the corner of his mouth, which you teased him about a couple of times but you actually found it cute. It took him a few times and blamed you for some of the times he messed up, saying that you kept moving or you made him lose his focus from joking on him so much.

But eventually he got it. When he was finished you examined it in the mirror that was in front of you and was very impressed. “Wow, you did that, babe. I’m so proud!” you said with a big smile.

“You think so?” he said, feeling proud of himself with a hand on his hip like he did something.

“Well, I mean, the braid is slightly sloppy but the grip is fantastic.” you stated and continued to look at the braid.

“Who knew my hunting skills would come in handy for braiding?” he said with a shit-eating grin, making you roll your eyes at his smugness.

“So you think you’re cute now that you know how to do box braids? Let’s see how you do when I install a sew-in.” you say, and laugh when Dean looks at you confused.

“....What’s a sew-in again?”

#Supernatural AU #SPN AU #Dean Winchester #Sam Winchester #Dean Winchester x Reader #Dean x Reader #Dean Winchester x Black!reader #Black!Reader #Black Hair #Black Representation #Fluff #Dean Winchester Fluff #Box Braids #POC!Reader #POC Representation #Supernatural

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bountybossier · 4 years

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Don’t Be F*ckin’ Rude | Julie & Nic

This.

With: @purelikeviolence

“Get the fuck out of here.”

Julie didn’t enjoy being manhandled by the bouncer and might have fought back but whatever, fuck him. She’ll find another bar to bother. “Don’t fucking touch me,” she broke out of his grip as they exited the bar. She glanced over the other guy who got thrown out as well. “This is all your fucking fault.” She grumbled, blaming him for getting kicked out. They both lost their temper and thought fighting in bars was a good idea. Julie didn’t particularly enjoy fighting but the asshole got some good punches in. She hated that. Much rather enjoyed someone else doing the punches for her. Arms crossed against her chest, she started walking just behind him, not wanting to walk alongside him but they were going the same way.

How many fucking times was Nicodemus going to have his drinking time interrupted? Apparently, it was just going to push itself up into the hundreds whether he bitched about it or not. Since when did bar fights not get sorted out inside and they just cracked open a cold one? They didn’t do that in White Crest and he added that to his white board of his reasons that the town blew ten ways to Sunday. His knuckles smarted and he flexed his fingers. And now he was getting blamed. “Oh, is it? Who was the one that threw the bottle?” He was annoyed, but it was also a little funny. “This ain’t the only bar, you’ll find another one.” He heard her walking behind him and paid little mind to it, until heavier footfalls followed and approached. Quick. “Hey asshole!” A voice not hers called out. The hunter turned on his heel and squinted at a pack of frat kids. He grunted. “Which one? There’s two here.”

Julie gave a smug smile, recalling how the events transpired and proud of what went down. It’s not her fault some people just can’t handle their alcohol and say rude things in return. Just like how it isn’t her fault if she retaliates because of said rudeness. As she heard people heading toward them she turned, wondering what the fuck they wanted. “Fuck off, alright?” Julie waved them off, not needing them to bother her because they definitely we’re talking about her right.

“Both you and your friend.”

“He’s not my friend.” Julie said but still didn’t know if they were talking about this dude or her. Didn’t matter though. The way they started to run toward both of them said plenty. Julie slid back her foot, took her stance… and waited.

Nicodemus rolled his eyes at her cheeky smile. Deep, deep, down, he wished he had been the one to think of throwing a bottle. At least they shared the same sentiment in regards to the Frat Pack ahead of them. God, he really wasn’t in the mood to beat up children. “Yeah, what she said, fuck off. Ain’t gonna ask you a second time.” The lead bro scoffed with his entire body, the wax bits of his hair quivering. “You bumped into my bro, brah,” the younger man said. “When you and that chick decided people needed to catch hands.” Nic’s brows shut up and he glanced at the woman next to him. “Huh, he just called you that chick.”

The hunter was glad that they stopped talking and went for the direct approach. He was tired of talking anyway and he was still pissed from not finishing his drink. The first haymaker he threw out felt like coming home after a long day and he grinned.

The guys were easy to maneuver around, they were slow as fuck so just a timed hit and Julie struck at his stomach with her leg and pulled down on him by his head. Gravity did the rest, toppling his drunk ass over. She grimaced at the sight of her new bar friend just straight up punching one of the frat guys. Just all brawn, no technique, typical. Having been preoccupied judging her companion’s fighting style, one of the guys thought it would be cool to just grab her and pick her up. Really? Asshole. Swinging her leg up, she managed to bring it down on his knee. As he winced in pain he brought her low enough for her to get to her feet and once again use his own weight and lack of balance against him. She leaned over just a bit, the frat guy’s weight allowing both of them to roll with more strength but her roll was softened by his body while his back met the hard asphalt. It really wasn’t fair. These guys didn’t know fuck all about fighting but it was an advantage she’d abuse.

Whatever Julie did in her life, she had a hell of a lot more intensive training than Nicodemus did. He had his bar and prison yard fights, sure, but watching her was something else. He'd need to pick that up somewhere. Somewhere he wasn't in the middle of pressing his forearm against a man's throat and looking him in the eyes. This wasn't that kind of fight and the frat kid wasn't that kind of monster. He was just a drunk fuck that couldn't let something go. Instead, Nic headbutted him and shoved him back. The younger man crumpled at the impact and went down hard. Copper burst along the inside of his mouth and colored his teeth red as a fist caught his lip. It wasn't much to him, but the intent behind it was enough. Alright, he could work with that. The new threat turned from him long enough that the hunter hooked his arms under his and caught him there, fingers entwined behind the frat kid's neck. He looked up at Julie, spat the blood out of his mouth, and called out. "Y'mind?"

“What,” Julie played dumb, “need help fighting your battles?” She asked as she walked closer. Without a second thought, her hand shot out, smacking the side of the frat guy’s head and he was out like a light. She looked around and the rest of them were still recovering but backing away. It seemed they had taken care of them and they weren’t drunk enough to still keep fighting. “Let’s get out of here before one of them calls the cops and ruins the rest of our night.” She told the other guy, the two of them now joined together by this fight. Maybe they could find another bar and she’d buy him a drink or two. Nothing more than that. “Come on, I think there’s a bar up ahead.” She picked up her step, wanting to create distance between that mess. “So, what’d you say your name was?” She figured they had earned each other’s names now.

Nicodemus’s eyes rolled back so hard he saw his previous life, but even then, he grinned when he heard the smack and the guy in his arms became dead weight. Without much, he tossed the guy into the nearest trash bag. Last thing he needed was for him to crack his head on the concrete and die or something inconvenient like that. The hunter rolled his wrists as the others groaned and pulled themselves away from the pair. “You can say that shit again. Last thing I want is some fuckin’ boy scouts showin’ up.” Not too bad for a back alley bar room brawl, he thought. And they still weren’t done for the night. He glanced at her with a sly grin and shook his head. “Yeah? Round two?” He laughed and spat the blood out from his mouth before he picked up in pace to meet her stride. Already, it was starting to slowly mend itself and they’d be off to another bar like nothing even happened. “Nic works fine. You?”

Julie watched as he spit blood and grimaced. “Who the hell taught you to fight that you managed to get bitch slapped so hard by a frat guy that he made you bleed? Embarrassing.” Julie would have sooner died than to get herself knocked around by some human. She’d wrestled with many over the years and it’s been a while since any human has gotten the best of her in a fight. Grabbed her, yanked her but she always ended up turning it around. “I’m Julie,” she introduced herself, still keeping her eyes on this Nic guy. He talked funny. Not an accent she’s heard before. “Where the fuck are you from?” Her voice had no malice in it despite the swear, it was just how she talked to people. Most people (especially online) didn’t really get that. Was his accent southern? It sounded southern. American accents were difficult for her - she didn’t have the most experience with them as she did with others.

“Oh fuck off, Iip’s still healin’ up from the fuckin’ bull fight I had yesterday,” Nicodemus rebutted. The werewolf had headbutted him so hard it knocked the headache out of him and jostled something loose, let alone split his lip something ugly. Hell, that was half the reason he had been at the bar they were at earlier. “A big fuck named Samson and I’m pretty sure he’s dead in a hole somewhere, so I think I’m doin’ alright.” Julie, as she introduced herself, was a breath of foul-mouthed fresh air in White Crest and Nic grinned. “Hell of a hand you got there, Julie. Who taught you that shit?” He huffed at her question. “The swampy ass of Louisiana. Not from here either, huh?” Lo and behold there absolutely was another bar down the way and he went in first, not bothering to hold the door for Julie. She could knock a shithead out, she could get her own door.

A bull fight? Where the fuck does that take place in town? Julie kinda wanted to check that out. “You fight a lot of bulls?” She asked, curious. Considering the way he fought, she didn’t take too much pride in his compliment. It was clear no one taught him anything like she knew. He just swung and Julie supposed, it worked for him. He was stronger, heavier while Julie was lighter and (unfortunately) weaker in terms of strength. Every move mattered for her, each blow needed to land. “Dad taught me,” the mention of him made her sick. “Until I started kicking his ass and I taught myself.” Now that Julie got the fight out of her she was sure there would be no fights at this new one. At least not until she had a drink. She followed Nic, sitting alongside. “So you gonna buy me a drink for saving your ass back there?” It wouldn’t hurt to ask right? “I’m from Singapore, actually. So, I’m new to the states here.”

“Somethin’ like that, yeah. Just wait ‘till rodeo.” Bulls seemed like a better explanation than giant fucking bats, demon moose critters, or fucking werewolves. Nicodemus wasn’t fighting any of that shit at the moment. He was fighting a raging headache and had just fought the bro committee, with her help no less. Now he just needed a drink to play nurse and he’d feel better. Even with his jangly nerves and senses, they were still beating strong. Something was near, he just couldn’t tell what. “Wish I coulda kicked my dad’s ass, but the fuckin’ coward upped and died before I could.” That was the case as far as he knew. The hunter got the attention of the bartender with a half-assed wave. “Whiskey on the rocks. Whatever she wants is on me. The first one at least,” he said as he gave her a dry smirk. “Saving my ass. Right. But Singapore?” He couldn’t help his curious expression. “Long way from home then. Personal or business?”

The fucks rodeo? The question lingered on her mind but she chose not to ask - honestly she didn’t care to know about this weirdo and his bull riding. “So kick his dead body’s ass,” Julie suggested with a shrug of her shoulders. At least his dad was in the ground. Julie could only guess what the fuck hers was up to. She hoped he was dead. Ugh, those were enough thoughts about her father for like the whole year. “I’ll just get whatever dark beer you guys have on tap.” She had already drank plenty at the other bar. She didn’t need to get shitfaced or start another fight. “I’m from Singapore. Didn’t say I came from there. I’m visiting someone.” It was all she was willing to give.

The hunter rasped out a loud laugh. Well shit, now why hadn’t he thought of that? Hell below, Nicodemus actually liked talking to Julie. It was a rare fucking occurence for him to enjoy talking to anyone. She was no bullshit. Take none and give little. A sentiment he appreciated. “Yeah, yeah, I’ll do that when I find it.” He didn’t want to talk about deadbeat, distant. It didn’t sour his mood, really, but it also did fuck all to improve it. Not like whiskey did, which he immediately took hold of and started drinking. “Alright, fair enough. The poor fuck willingly put themselves here? Goddamn.” The hunter shook his head and tapped his fingers against the bartop. The irony of his statement wasn’t lost on him. “Guess we’re all just poor fucks then, huh? Some of us maybe.”

Once she was poured her drink Julie grabbed it and chugged almost half of it. It wasn’t that bad but fighting made her thirsty so she needed it. “Speak for yourself, you poor fuck,” Julie scoffed before looking at him. “What are you doing here then?” Where was he from again? Fuck, she couldn’t even remember. Even if she did, she wouldn’t have known its distance from where they were. America was a puzzle for her. Not one she ever bothered to solve. “I take it you came willingly?” Who the fuck would do that? “You enjoying the mime and moose shit?” Probably was one of those. Then again he didn’t really strike her as a tourist. He didn’t seem that excited to be in the town like some of the tourists she’s interacted with.

“Ain’t gonna argue that. What’s that make you then, a charitable asshole for sittin’ with a poor fuck like me?” Nicodemus laughed, the fight from just a few moments ago leaving him in a pleasant mood. He didn’t even need the whiskey for that. “Here for work,” he said plain enough. “Bounty hunting. Don’t got one of those, do you? We both might after that...” If she did, he didn’t care. He only went after the ones he wanted to and after everything, he figured he was as good as done for the day. “I go where the work is, so yeah, willingly enough. I don’t plan on fuckin’ about here long,” he said and even as he said it, he was unsure. Typically, he stayed maybe a couple weeks. It was going on a month or more now. “You findin’ work here or what?” He took another drink. “Nah, the mimes don’t do shit for me and I’m just waiting for one of the moose to gore the shit out of somebody. It’d spice things up.” He turned slightly in his chair to look at Julie. “You know they got two fuckin’ mime places?”

“Hey, if the shoe fits.” Julie said with a shrug as she reached for her drink once more. She was just shitting him though, the last thing she’d call herself was charitable. Giving a smirk, she shook her head as she kept her eyes on her drink. “Not in this name,” she teased. “Not yet.” Julie has thankfully never had a bounty on her - ever. Her name was never given. Maybe people looked for her but she’s never found anyone doing so, so she must either be lucky or they must have been horrible at their jobs. Unlike her. “I doubt anyone’s gonna put a bounty on us for kicking some frat boys’ asses. Probably a typical Friday night for them.” The most that would happen would be sometime down the line they run into them again and they have to kick their ass one more time. “Yeah I don’t plan on sticking around here too long either.” However she was already here longer than she would have been usually but this one was particularly difficult. She snorted at the mention of the mime places. “Yeah, I think they have a bar. I sure as hell am not going over there for a drink. What the fuck is it with having to mime your orders? That’s so - I don’t know how those things stay open.”

“Not this name, huh?” Nicodemus repeated with a huff. He tapped his fingers against the bartop. Usually he gave Asher as a name to anyone that asked, typically clients and the ones he couldn’t be bothered to give a fuck about. But in White Crest, he had given more people his real name in two months than he had his entire lifetime. The thought was fucking weird and his nose scrunched at it. “Well, I’ll be sure to let my eyes just skip on over it if I see it.” He said with a tip of his glass, eyes slightly closed as he tipped his drink back to finish it. “Yeah, probably not. They might start callin’ us heroes.” Ah shit. What if those guys had been affiliated with Walker? Oh well. It was fine. If it ever came up at the Silver Bullet, it wouldn’t be hard to explain to a fellow hunter that they struck first and the pair of them had finished it. “Guess we’ll see which one of us gets the fuck out of here first.” He ordered himself another drink, scanned across the bar to look at every face that sat there the same as they did. How many people were just passing through in White Crest? Never in any other town had he met so many...interesting individuals. Maybe the town was cursed to burden people with connection. “How do you think one of those mime fuckers fights?” The question was serious, his brow furrowed. “Think they react the same to gettin’ punched in the teeth?”

He’d skip over her name just because she backed him in a bar brawl? Damn, Julie could only imagine what he’d do for someone who was nice to him. And he was a bounty hunter? She was sure all she had to do was give him some puppy eyes and he’d forget all about her bounty. She wasn’t about to call him a shitty bounty hunter though. “The mimes?” Julie wasn’t even thinking about that and had to take a moment and another sip of her drink. “The same as anyone else?” How the fuck else would they act? They were just performers after all weren’t they? “That’d probably make them break character…I don’t fucking know. Why? You wanna go test it out?” Not that Julie was against going up to someone and straight decking them in the face but she liked to have a reason - ah fuck that, she’d punch just about anyone for no apparent reason.

“Fuck yeah I wanna test it out.” Nicodemus said, face screwed up as if he was surprised that she might not want to. He shook his head and tossed back his whiskey. “When’s the next time we’ll get the opportunity to fight a goddamn mime horde?” The hunter flashed Julie a grin and bought them another round. He had plenty of money to spare and if they were going to spend the rest of their night shooting the shit over fighting stuff, then they would need more drinks. And they did just that until it was closing time.

#wickedswriting #chatzy #chatzy: dont be fckin rude #c: julie #im crying i love these assholes

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My stomach growled at me. I wish i had some money in my pocket. It is ironic to me for even say pocket when mine barely even meets the characteristics of one. it was just a bare string of thread holding the ripped holes together. Nevertheless, I still rummaged threw it like a thief rummaging for valuables. Nothing.

I smelt a mouth-watering aroma. My body reacted to this by secreting saliva .The poor thing! It really thinks i was about to eat food.All i could do was swish the saliva around in my mouth hydrating the dry patches on my tongue . I guess it was extremely malnourished so any chance it could smell food of any kind it was preparing for me to get it and eat it. The big question is should I?

I whizzed through the kitchen’s door as i heard large shoes clunking behind me at a fast pace.

‘‘You think you can do a scarper again!’’ Bellowed the obese shop owner.

God had heard my prayers. The oversized shop owner had become worn out. As i heard him taking large deep breaths not far away.His face looked like a freshly picked tomato with all of the redness concentrated on the apples of his cheeks.

‘‘ i’ll catch you next time you little imp from hell !’‘ he said with a hoarse voice as he was still taking in deep breaths. I was suprised he hadnt died or had his first heart attack with all that layers of of skin taking a toll on his body.

A smile of joy popped up on my face running from ear to ear.I jumped up and down with glee. My fiery red hair bobbed up and down like children playing bobbing apples bobbing their heads in and out of the water. I held the juicy roast beef in my hand with the succulent juice running between my bony stick fingers. I stopped and took a huge sigh of relief while intenesly sucking the mouth watering juice out of the meat like a vampire sucking the blood out of its prey.

I said to myself i get to live just one another day. While feasting on my stolen meat.

‘‘ Corsen Corsen!’‘

i did a full turn. Twisting my stick like neck looking around for the person who called me. Unfortunately, for my suprise the sound echoed from an eerie alleyway. I knew what this meant.

You see everyone has their own secrets. Secrets hidden deep down in their soul which they dont utter to a single living being.I have done acts which are horrible.Not even my so called ‘parents’ know about it.I have dark unspeakable secrets.Forbidden secrets that i have done to merely get by.

Yes, i know what is running through your mind. I mean i had to find money for food somehow. i wasnt proud of it but i still did it anyways. luckily, i came to my senses and knew that i had dreams i wanted to persue and didnt want to land up in jail before i was eighteen.

As soon as i saw him literal smoke steamed out of my ears,my face turned crimson red. i didnt even think. i used my puny weak fist and puched right in the nose. His nose was already crooked and stuck out like a proud peacock but i think i went too far. Okay i know i went to far. i broke his nose.

Blood gushed out of his nose like a flowing tap. The blood clotted around his nose. I know,I know your probably thinking why i did such an act. Well, i did mention that i did unspeakable acts but this case was different.

I was a mere child with childish girly thoughts. Back then my father wasnt a drunkard and my mother hadnt died. i was ten. He was fifteen. He grabbed the ribbon of my pink frock and grabbed me closer and close to his lips. I thought he was giving me a hug. He grabbed the zip of my dress, untied it. He removed his trousers and.... well i think you are mature enough to know what happened.

I will never forget the day he forced himself upon me. I was scarred for life. Every time i meet him i have the urge to get a knife, slit his wrists,tongue and finally stab him right in the heart.

So. he really thinks after all those years i was going to run into his arms. Kiss him passionately and give him a hug. Ha! Jokes on him.

‘‘You cant try and freeze me and run away’‘ He said while wiping the dried up clotted blood with his filthy long sleeved shirt.

Though he was literally skin and bone he was in fact quite strong for someone who barely eats and drinks beer day in day out.

Before i could even say Merlins wand he grabbed my skinny wrist and forced my to look him in the eyes. A girl could easily get lost in those emerald green eyes but my eyes immediately started watering due to the alcoholic smell reeking out of his mouth and the fact that he smelt like he hadnt bathed in centuries.

‘‘ I dont know why but there is something about you that attracts me to you’‘ ‘‘ i always feel the urge to capture you and make you mine’‘.

He gave me a look. A look that made me heart stop beating and made my body freeze while peeing in myself as i was petrified.

‘‘Let me go you pedophile’‘ i said while kicking him in the shins grabbing my wrist using my free left hand trying to grab his hand to let go of my right hand.

I felt a drip of sweat trickling down my back. He threw me to the wall, he leaned his body closer to mine, and his face was hovering in front of mine.

I used my left hand and shot sharp icicles into his chest giving me enough time to flee.

‘‘ I’ll catch you Corsen, I’ll catch you and i promise when i do i’ll never let you go you’ll be mine forever’‘ While wheezing blood and trying to take a deep breath.

I just hope i had’nt made a big mistake.

I didnt care if my underwear could be seen while i was running down the street at this point i just wish mens obsession with me could just stop.

You see i am a freak. I can do freakish things and i look like i freak.My eyes are far away from my nose. My lips are waaaayyy below my nose thus making me a target for kids to bully . I have been in and out of foster homes since i was 10. Back then my father was drunk 24/7 and my mom didnt have stage 2 breast cancer.

It has’nt been easy since my mothers passing. My dad still doesnt want to acknowledge the fact that she is gone and isn’t coming back. He then decided to take everything out on me. He used to whip me till my voice when hoarse and i ended up passing out and couldnt tell if i was dreaming or dead.

Teachers at school noticed my whip marks and bruises even though i tried covering it up with oversized hoodies and sweatpants. They immediately called child protective services thus my relationship with foster families began. All my foster fathers ended up being creepos and used to watch me get changed and worst of all took advantage of the fact that i was a skinny,weak,puny kid and couldnt do anything to defend myself.

Dammit! The landlords sent another sweet little eviction letter. I quickly skimmed through it to see how much time i had until i was kicked out of this mangy apartment. Seven days! There was no way i was going to be able to get 700 dollars by the end of this week. I guess i had to just say goodbye to this mangy little apartment. Ugh! I actually was tearing up this was my first apartment after i got emancipated.

I just decided to just throw on an oversized t-shirt and shorts and call it a night. Just when i opened the door of my room an eerie sound schoed from down the hallway.

‘‘Hello Hello is Corsen here?’‘

Dammit! It’s the frickin landlord coming to evict me but the letter said till next week. I was utterly confused. I hopped out of my bed,slipped on my mucky bunny slippers from salvation army and decided to take my wooden hairbrush with me just in case it was a murderer or kidnapper or somethin’. Hey! I wasnt about to get kidnapped and my kidneys sold online okay?

‘‘Is anyone here?’‘ ‘‘Come out and i won’t hurt you’‘ i said with a shaky voice. I was literally peeing in my underwear.

I heard heavy breathing and large footsteps. I suddenly remebered that there was nothing to fear as i have taken a few karate classes here and there.

AAAH! ‘’What in lords name,what are you doing here?’’

He looked like an angel sent from heaven. He smelt of pine cones and fresh earth after a springs rain.

‘‘ Ah so you must be Corsen,nice to meet you’‘ he said while having a enormous smile running ear to ear.

‘‘ Umm.... this is an invasion of private property, you know i can sue right?’‘

He chuckled so hard that his hair bobbled up and down. His silver hair was a kind of silver that is out of this world. Literally it was shiny sleek and smooth it looked out of this universe. He wore a green tunic with a brown belt and a green shoes on. Like hello the 1900s is calling and they want there clothes back.

‘‘ Well its a shocker i havent seen you since you were a baby and you still have the wild red mane of hair that you used to have, well time flies i guess’‘. he murmured under his breath with a little smirk on his face.

‘‘Ummm.. number one how do you know me and number two its kinda creepy that you saw me when i was a baby when i literally have no idea who you are’‘.

‘‘ i think you should lead me to the living room we have many things to discuss’‘ he hurriedly sat down making himslef comortable on the mouldy sofa set.

Hey! I wasnt made out of money and if my apartment had a fridge, televison and a sofa i was a happy camper.

‘‘So why are you here?’‘

‘‘Oh yes i was sent by Albus Dumbledore to tell you that you have got into Hogwarts’‘ he said with an serious look on his face.

I burst out into tears of laughter.Like does he really think i was stupid.Out of all the lies he could have told me, Hogwarts,like really.I guess he was just another social care worker trying to find ways to get me to come back.But i am not that that daft okay.

‘‘Whats so funny?’‘ while giving me stern look.

‘‘Ummm.... you know Hogwarts doesnt exist right?’‘ ‘‘It was just a story J.K Rowling wrote for entertainment and imagination.

‘‘You know the whole magical realm has been in contact with the human realm for centuries now’‘. ‘‘The story of J.K Rowling or whatever her name was was half-truths’‘. ‘‘This Harry Potter bot your talking about was all just made up’‘.’‘But the sorting hat,Albus Dumbledore,Severus Snape and some othes are real’‘.

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