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monsterstewwrites · 3 years

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More Honey cuz I’ve gone insane

My Sheep hybrid AU Honey, from Miggiisdumb’s bnha hybrid farm au has been taking of my brain recently, so I wrote another thing for her. This time we actually see some of the smut she and farmer Shoto get up to.

I have no idea how farms work so a lot of this is guesswork and googling, also I am not a very good writer. But honestly, writing smut and sex gets me motivated anyway so here we go.

Shino belongs to one-spicy-spider and you should shower her with love.

Donovan stared into her eyes and ran his hands over her clothed breasts, her nipples hardening from the attention. The way his thumbs kneaded into the hardened buds sent shivers through her soft skin.

“Can you feel me through your dress?” He asked her, pressing himself fully against her and grinding his hips into her crotch. “The flimsy fabric you typically wear makes you practically naked, which I often love. But you're not actually nude, which can make things frustrating, as you can feel.”

Indeed, Alyssa could feel his manhood through the thin fabric of the white dress she wore, it throbbed through his own trousers and sent her into a flush.

“Do you want me?” He whispered into her ear, his hot breath making her wetter.

With a heavy swallow she nodded, and Donovan grinned and reached for the straps of her dress and pulled it apart with a hard ripping sound.

Her hands instinctively tried to cover herself, but he used one hand to grab her wrists and pinned them above her head. She could feel his long fingers twist down her skin and tightening around her joints, locking her into that position.

The now tattered dress fell to the floor as he snaked his massive hand down between her legs and pressed his entire palm against her dripping pussy and tapped lightly against her folds. She groaned at the gentle touch, hoping for him to pressing rougher.

“Do you want it rougher?” He said to her. “Do you want my fingers to treat you mean?”

“Please!” Alyssa cried. “Take me, open me and use me as you please!”

Donovan pushed his fingers inside her and kissed into her neck, teeth grazing her skin and his tongue working around her neck and squeezing, not to strangle her, but to feel her heartbeat against one of his most sensitive appendages.

She loved the way that his long fingers reached inside her in ways no one else could, and she groaned out in pleasure as he felt around inside her.

“Take me with your cock,” she moaned out. “Fill my cunt with your barbs and never let me go.”

“Sheepy, earth to sheepy!”

Honey snapped the book closed, her face aflame and legs squirming slightly as she pressed the book against her chest. She looked up at the sight of Doctor Keigo looking down at her with a smirk on his face.

“Enjoying yourself?” He asked.

She winced and stuffed her smut back into the little pocket of her wool.

When she went over to Doctor Keigo's office for her checkup he had said it was okay for her to take the book she had been reading, and he once said as log as it kept her from being too nervous she could keep doing so.

They both forgot how much of a distraction her reading habits could be.

“I'm glad to know you're enjoying my gift,” the vet said to her as she turned back to him. “One person's trash really is another person's treasure and all that, still it'd be nice if you paid a pinch attention during your checkup.”

“Sorry,” she muttered.

“No worries Sheepy,” he said. “Some people get sucked into it more than others. Now let me check your vitals to you can head back to the barn and finish that bodice ripper.”

He took out his stethoscope and began checking her heartbeat.

“It's a bit fast,” he muttered. “Though I have a good guess why that is.”

Honey stuck her tongue out at him, proof that she was getting more used to him and could be comfortable around with without fear.

“I know you first got into them for research,” he said idly. “You wanna get more ideas for how to better seduce the lads around here, most likely Shoto because you're more of a nightingale than a sheep most days.”

Honey pouted, he had insisted that before but she didn't think so. She didn't like him because he saved her or anything, she liked him because when she was scared and alone he was kind to her and made her feel like this new place was home.

That was completely different.

“I'm not a sexy cow,” she said. “I can't just make him suck my boobs the way he does with the cows, I wanna be able to walk all sexy and make him hard just as our eyes meet.”

Her fancy description and wistful tone made Keigo throw her a look, she really had been diving into those books a lot hadn't she?

“You really don't need at that faff to seduce someone, you know,” he said. “Men aren't complicated, and it's not like you've never screwed him before.”

“Well, yeah,” Honey admitted as she turned around and leaned over as far as she could without falling. “But I can barely ask for normal sex, what about that fancy sex I keep reading about and wanna try? The one where the princess was taken on the ship and tied to the mast, and the Octopus King saved her from the pirates and pleasured her while pulling the boat she was still tied to to his kingdom is still one of my favorites.”

Keigo paused in his checking of her spine.

“Was that was that one was about?” He muttered.

Honey ignored him and straightened herself back up, a few of her spinal joints popping as she stretched slightly.

“Is it so bad to wanna feel like a pretty damsel being rescued by her strong prince sometimes?” She asked, voice growing shy by her admission.

Keigo wrote something down on his clipboard with an amused sigh.

“Honestly considering what usually goes down around here that's probably pretty tame,” he admitted. “Stick your tongue out for me.”

She complied with each of his instructions and made a 'blah' to show him her tongue, checkups were kinda boring of she were being honest. Luckily only a few more things needed to be checked up on anyway, and he soon was able to finish things up with her.

“Alright Sheepy,” He said. “Everything looks to be in order her, you need me to escort you back to your pen?”

“No thank you,” Honey said. “I'm fine, goodbye doctor.”

“Next time I'll being you a series,” he said as she slipped out the door. “You're one of my most manageable patients, so I have to reward that somehow.”

He threw her a little wink and laughed at her flustered reaction, slamming the door behind her.

Doctor Keigo doing that always spurred her into a run, sprinting back to her pen where she could finish her book in relative peace.

The barn was usually pretty empty around this time of day, most of the other animals being milked or sheared or fucked.

Sometimes they fucked in the barn itself, but the hay had yet to be replaced and most of the hybrids preferred clean hay to roll around in.

Honey arrived at the barn hoping to find a bit of quiet, curl up under her blanket and read and get a few more ideas to become more confidant in herself. Sometimes she got so absorbed in her novels that she didn't even notice that sex was happening in the pen right next to her.

She didn't expect what she saw when she entered the barn made for the sheep to get to her pen.

“What?”

Amber eyes flashed at her as a stranger stared at her in silence.

A raccoon hybrid was rooting around in Honey's little pen and had strewn her novels all over the place, nearly all of them in tatters. Ripped out pages littered the floor and the cover of 'A midsummer night's cream' was sticking out of the raccoon's mouth as well as a few strings of the she's blanket.

Honey wasn't a violent hybrid by nature, in fact she was probably the least physically assertive (or any kind of assertive) hybrid in the the entire farm.

But when she saw what this stranger had done to her belongings and sleeping space something inside her snapped.

“NO!” She screamed, running towards the offending trespasser with her little hands in fists as she bounded over the fencing to get to her. “Get away! Those are mine!”

She tried to throw a punch at the raccoon, but was caught off guard by the little pest swiftly spinning around and swinging a knife wildly at Honey, slicing into her arm. A manic laugh erupted from her feral throat at her own actions.

But unluckily for the raccoon, Honey was loud when she was both scared and hurt.

She screamed as loud as she could, praying that someone could hear her, and she grabbed the raccoon by the roots of her scraggly blonde hair to make sure she couldn't escape. Another attempt to swing the knife resulted in Honey using her other hand to grip the grimy raccoon wrist in exchange for the blade nicking her skin.

“Geh!” The raccoon let out a harsh grunt as Honey pulled the sloppy hair. “Gedoffa me you stupid farmie brat!”

She pulled her arm away from Homey's losing her knife in the process, and swiped out at Honey's body, and the sheep was thankful for the level of wool she had accumulated because the claws protected her flesh from being sliced into.

Instead they tangled up into the wool itself which was less than ideal.

The pair of them ended up tussling amongst the scattered papers, with the raccoon trying to pry free from Honey and Honey herself trying to keep her in place despite the pain of her wool getting snagged.

Blood from her knife wounds trickled down her arm as the sheep hybrid tightened her grip on the raccoon's scraggly hair, one of the twin buns coming loose as she held fast.

It hurt really bad and she was scared out of her mind but she was too angry to let go.

The raccoon girl hissed as her claws managed to get free from the wool, tearing a chunk of it out in the process. She dug her hands into the arm that was grabbing at her hair and cause the sheep to let go.

“That's it!” The pest shrieked. “I'll teach you to mess with my rummaging!”

She drew her clawed fingers back and swiped at Honey's face, the sheep closed her eyes and braced for impact.

A sudden clang interrupted the pain and she felt herself get pulled away.

She blinked in confusion before realizing that she was in Shoto's arms, one hand wrapped protectively around her while the other held held a large empty bucket.

The raccoon was doubled over, clutching her head.

“Shoto!” Honey breathed.

“Damn you!” The raccoon cried out. “Don't interfere you asshole!”

Shoto looked like he was going to swing his bucket again, but something stopped him. A rush of air from above as something else literally flew into the barn and landed atop the fencing of the pen.

The barn owl hybrid Shino stared down at the scene with fury in her eyes.

The raccoon stared back.

“Well shit.”

Shino let out a screech, spreading her wings to their fullest and causing the raccoon to let out a shriek and turned around to run, but Shino was faster. The owl hybrid was on her in a second, pinning down her prey with her mighty talons.

The raccoon could only kick and scream as she was held fast.

Honey stared in awe at the sight of how easily Shino had apprehended that horrible raccoon, and made a mental note to thank her in some way once everything was set back to normal.

Glancing at the tatters of her books below, she wondered if she could make a flower crown out of the papers for her. She'd look super pretty with one, not that she didn't look pretty already.

At the barn doors many cows gathered to try and take a peek at what had happened, the heifers who could see the mess whispering to the cows in back and sending the whispers of gossip throughout them.

A few of the cows could see that Honey was bleeding, and that only got them more abuzz with interest. Shoto ignored them in favor of putting his bucket down and checking up on the little sheep in his arms.

“Thank you,” Shoto said to Shino. “I was afraid I'd have to hold it off myself.”

“No problem, I'm just sad I didn't catch her earlier. Hey! Quit kicking,” Shino snapped as other farmers and hybrids arrived at the barn to see what the fuss was about. “Don't make me rip that nasty head of yours off.”

While Shino was threatening, Iida barged in, pushing past the gossipy cows and taking a look at the situation in all it's chaos. When his eyes fell on the raccoon hybrid beneath Shino he actually recoiled at the sight of her.

“What on earth is she doing in here?” He asked. “How did she get in?”

“Maybe we can get the details out of her later,” Shoto told him. “Right now we should take care of Honey.”

He looked over her and took stock of the injuries she had sustained in her scuffle. All of a sudden the gravity of what had just happened hit her like a ton of bricks, the pain of her wounds coming to her now that the adrenaline was wearing off. She threw herself deeper into Shoto's chest and let out a tired sob.

“I'll take care of her,” he said to Iida. “You take care of that thing.”

“Bring her here Todoroki,” A voice said, silencing the gossiping cows. Doctor Keigo walking inside with a medical kit at his side and Izuku trailing behind.

Shino's feathers puffed up in irritation at the sight of Keigo, but given the situation she didn't move from her grip atop the intruder as he stood just outside the pen.

Keigo kept his distance and gave a nod to Izuku, who approached with a long pole with a looped steel cable.

Izuku quickly looped the snare around the raccoon's neck, only giving Shino the okay to let her up once he was sure it was secure.

“Keep one talon on her,” Keigo advised. “Take her to my office and don't take your eyes off her for a second. I have a friend who can make sure she isn't diseased and take her back to wherever she came from.”

It was clear that the great owl Hybrid wasn't keen on going to his office, but since he seemed to be staying behind to take a look at her little sheep friend.

Only slightly reluctantly, Shino and Izuku led the raccoon, who had begun laughing like a lunatic for some reason, and the onlooking cows hooted jeers and jabs at her.

“Now now!” Iida shouted at the crowd of hybrids looking on. “Nothing to see here everyone, go back about your day, unless you would like to help clean this mess up!”

That made them scatter, most back to their milking or fucking.

“I'll cover you for today,” Iida said to Shoto. “You make sure she's alright, I know she likes you best so it'll be quickest if it's in your hands.”

The way his face pinked a little bit told Shoto all he needed to know about where his mind was at as he walked outside where the remainder of the cows were waiting for him.

Not that either of them were complaining.

Setting her down, Shoto took Honey's sliced up arms and winced at the sight of them. He hated the sight of anyone on this farm hurt, and reaching for the medical supplies that Keigo placed nearby he carefully got about disinfecting her injuries.

She winced at the disinfectant rubbing into her wounds but remained still so Shoto could do his job. Once he was done he pressed his hand to her cheek, which she leaned into and kissed his palm.

Nearby, Keigo was examining the knife that had been used to stab at Honey.

“Looks like she swiped this from somewhere on the farm,” he said. “That means it's not likely to have any diseases on it, so that's a bit of good news here. I'll take a blood sample just in case, but I don't think you have anything to worry about, especially since you've been given shots to prevent this sort of thing.”

“That's good,” Shoto said as he bandaged up her injuries. “You've been really brave so far, can you hold still so he can do that?”

She nodded, but leaned into Shoto's chest anyway as Keigo pulled out a hypodermic needle and drew closer. No one liked needles on the farm, but she knew better than to kick up a fuss about it after everything and let him draw a bit of blood.

Once he had taken his sample he stood up so he could head out to get it checked out.

“I'll leave it to you two then,” he said. “You kids play nice.”

Shoto ignored him, and the joke flew over Honey's head as she looked at the mess made of her pen. He laughed as the barn doors closed behind him and left them alone.

Honey sighed sadly as she bent down to pick up the destroyed books that were scattered around her pen, the sadness of losing them creeping back to her.

“I can't believe that horrible thing destroyed all my books,” she said sadly. “I loved them all and now they're ruined. I might be able to figure out how to make the scraps into something pretty, but it's sad that I won't be able to read them anymore.”

“'Tonio gazed into Angelica's eyes and gave her full rump a squeeze, causing a grunt to erupt from her throat. He wanted to make that sound fill his mind forever, and he had just in instrument to do so.'” Shoto read from one of the papers, his eyebrows raising with each word. “This is some intense stuff, you know.”

Honey flushed and tried to grab at the papers, but he snatched it out of her reach with a teasing grin.

“Were you hoping to get some ideas?” He asked.

She was about to deny it, but she realized that the look in his eye was a chance that he was giving her. Honey swallowed and said the first thing she could think of.

“So what if I was?”

That was all he needed to hear.

Shoto pressed a kiss to her forehead, then another above her eye, and her nose, and finally to her soft lips.

She hummed into his kiss, feeling everything around them melt away. Her mouth opened instinctively and allowed him to push his tongue against hers as he gently guided her backwards until her back hit the pile of hay in the corner.

His hands ran across her soft body, fondling her chest as he kissed her and traveling lower and lower. One hand hooked under one leg and hitched it up to allow better access to the lovely pussy that was aching for him.

She moaned into his mouth as he fingered at her delicate clit, rubbing small circles into it with her thumb as his fingers probed her sloppy little hole.

Honey's hands gripped around his neck and pulled him closer to her, as close as they could possibly manage. He took the chance to nip at her neck, at that spot he knew drove her crazy as his fingers pumped in and out of her and curled his fingers just so, making tremors shake her body as she spilled over his hand.

“You,” she panted. “You were like my knight in shining bucket.”

That made him laugh against her neck, his teeth scraping against her skin and savoring the feel of her pulse beneath his tongue.

He wanted to make sure she was completely ready for him, loosening her walls so there wouldn't be any pain. She's already gone through enough after all.

After another few moments, he pulled his fingers out of her and reached for the fly of his pants.

“I'm you're knight eh?” He muttered as he fumbled with the zipper. “In that case...”

The sounds she made had made him achingly hard, and he could tell she had been thinking about his erection for a long time as he freed it from it's confines. She looked hungry for it, as much as he was for her.

“Allow me to claim my reward from the lovely maiden then.”

Honey felt like Princess Stella from one of her favorite novels, and she bit her lip in anticipation as her legs spread more, as much as she could manage.

Shoto ran a hand along her thigh, gentle and loving.

“Well then, are you ready for me?” he whispered into her ear. “Ready for your knight to take you?”

“Please,” she moaned. “Oh please fuck me, I can't wait anymore.”

Shoto gripped her legs and spread them as wide as she could comfortably manage and pressed his length into her aching pussy with a groan, the wetness from his earlier treatment allowing him to slide in until he was balls deep.

They both let out guttural moans that were practically in harmony.

“You alright?” He asked, not moving an inch until he was sure she was good about it.

She was stuffed so full of him that all she could do was nod, allowing him to pull away from her and slam back inside against her cervix, making her head fall back with her tongue lolling out of her mouth as he fucked into her until she could barely think straight.

“Oh god,” she moaned, bouncing against his relentless pounding. “Oh yes, please yes! More, please.”

The panting she made and the bounce of her breasts against his pounding only spurred him on further, and he repositioned her legs further until they were pushed up against her ears. It felt like heaven for both of them as fucked deeper into her.

Honey was on cloud nine, only able to think of the sensation of the man above her rearranging her insides. She reached a trembling hand down to where the pair of them were connected so she could continue at her clit. The sight was too delicious and Shoto felt the pressure building up inside him reach a peak, but he did everything in his power to hold off as he mercilessly pounded away.

The two of them filled the air of the barn with their gasps and moans until Honey began to feel her orgasm reach a boil.

“Please,” she panted. “Cum, I wan' cum. Come inside me, please!”

Her begging was enough to push him further towards the edge, and she felt the tension inside her was wound tighter and tighter as he hammered into her even harder.

It was impossible to tell how long they went on for, until a wave of bliss crashed over her with a loud cry. Her back arched sinfully and her walls clamped around his length and triggered an orgasm of his own.

He pressed against her as he emptied his load inside her, filling her up with his cum.

Bliss.

The pair of them panted against each other, their high winding down but they didn't dare move or the feeling would dissipate quicker.

Shoto pressed a kiss to Honey's neck after a moment.

“Good girl,” he panted.

Carefully he pulled out, watching as a few dribbled of his seed spilled from her. She looked up at him with a smile and longing in her eyes.

“Shall we clean up now?” He asked.

“Let's wait just another moment,” Honey said. “This feels too nice.”

He smiled, Iida had told him to take care of her after all. This was all part of the job and who was he to go against his orders?

And she was so soft and perfect to snuggle up with.

It wasn't until an hour later that they were able to get themselves to clean up the pen, saving the paper so Honey could make a lovely crown of paper flowers for her other hero.

She was sad to see her lovely stories go, but considering the fallout she could deem the acceptable losses.

Besides, between doctor Keigo and other farmers hearing what had happened, she soon had more than enough donations to replace it with.

#farm au #bnha smut #hybrid au #miggiisdumb #one-spicy-spider #shoto x oc #shouto x oc #shame is for losers

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revengerevisited · 3 years

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So I’ve been kinda dancing around my original story idea for a little while, and I got this idea in my head of ‘what if I release chapter 1 and then get feedback without telling anyone what the story is about first so it’s more of a surprise?’ But honestly? I’m realizing since I already released a preview-of-a-preview for chapter 1, and it might be a little while until I finish chapter 1, plus I honestly kinda feel like I’d rather work on sketches of my character designs than write at the moment, I might as well go ahead and tell you guys. X’3

So! I watched a couple anime recently both centered around the premise of... monster girls! These being Monster Musume and Monster Girl Doctor, but then I noticed there’s also Interviews with Monster Girls, A Centaur’s Life, and the infamous Interspecies Reviewers, and I asked myself... Monster girls are pretty popular right now, yeah? But where’s all the monster boys?! And that’s how I got the idea! I re-watched some of my favorite anime based on Otome Games, Kamigami no Asobi and Uta no Prince Sama for inspiration as well, and a few ones I hadn’t seen before like Dance with Devils and Magic-kyun Renaissance for inspiration as well.

So now I’ve got my premise that I shared earlier: This is the story of Millie, a young woman down on her luck who happens to live in a world where monsters aren’t just real, but commonplace. She started working as a maid in a mansion-turned-art-school whose students are a group of very attractive monster boys. The twist is that these aren’t just any monster boys; they belong to various rare and exotic species with deadly reputations...

Note that character and place names are technically place-holders for now and may change if I come up with better ones. Now, I don’t wanna spoil anything story-wise, but I think I can introduce my setting and some of the characters that you’re gonna meet. The story is set in a modern setting, though it’s vague if it’s actually Earth or just some generic world similar to it, as I try to avoid referencing real-world places or events. This is a world where humans and monsters live together after a Great Interspecies War happened in the past, but tensions have mostly relaxed by the time the story takes place. The war could be thought of as the equivalent of our own World War One, one in which there was a truce decided after many years of stalemate fighting.

The city everything takes place in is tentatively named Dullahan, and was built directly after the war to commemorate peace between human and monster kind. It’s considered an artistic cultural center, and it’s got a lot of interesting entertainment places to go to, arcades, theaters, aquariums, etc, that the characters can have a lot of different shenanigans in. The other main setting is the Beaufort Academy of the Arts, which was actually a mansion that was converted into a small private school. This is where all the characters live, and our main character Millie works as a maid there.

Before I go into the characters, I should start with the various monster species. There are 12 species, divided into 2 groups: common monsters and exotic monsters. The common monsters are centaurs, harpies, lamias (snake people), kobolds (dog people), ogres, and merrows (mermaids). These species are all pretty standard, and will be mostly background characters and npcs. The main characters, and love interests for Millie, will be of the exotic variety: arachnes (spider people), sirens (deep-sea mermaids), mandrakes (plant people), dragons, manticores (with a liontaur body-type), and scyllas (octopus people).

So what differentiates a common monster from an exotic one? Well, while the Interspecies War was between humans and monsters in general, some monsters were already at least partially integrated into human society, and the rest followed soon after the war ended. These monsters were almost as common as humans, and either herbivorous or omnivorous, with the exception of the carnivorous lamias who prefer to eat eggs over anything else. On the other hand, the so-called ‘exotic’ species were not only much more rare, but they had a very different food preference... one which earned them the now derogatory nickname... man-eaters.

Naturally, most ‘man-eaters’ weren’t exactly welcomed into human --nor common monster-- society with open arms, not that most of them wanted to. For the most part, species as powerful and dangerous as them didn’t want to play nice with those they had once --and in some cases still do-- regard as prey, and so hid away into the furthest reaches of the world. Which of course makes them perfect material for all our leading men and Millie’s various love-interests!! Oh yes, while all of these monster boys are perfectly civilized --well, for the most part-- they still belong to species that many both human and monster alike continue to fear to this day. While they aren’t exactly fish out of water (well, except for the siren) there’s still plenty of awkward misunderstandings and interesting scenarios that can be played out.

So! Let’s have a quick run-down of the characters, keep in mind that none of these names are final and could change later on. First there’s Millie, a hardworking young woman who’s had a recent streak of bad luck. Through a misunderstanding she gets hired as a maid in a mansion-turned-art-school. She’s very sweet and tries her best to help others, but she’s not as innocent as she appears; she’ll understand your innuendos just fine, even if she doesn’t really say any herself! Next is Richard and Lara Beaufort, a husband and wife who run the school. Richard is rather laid-back, yet he’s also a master of all kinds of art, painting, sculpture, photography, dancing, singing, you name it! Lara is his arachne wife, a rather boisterous woman who owns a high-class fashion company. The secret to her clothing’s success?? Arachne silk, of course! The school was her idea, a way to help better integrate exotic species into society. Will her mission succeed? Only time can tell.

Richard and Lara have a son named Simon, our first love interest and a human-arachne hybrid who takes almost entirely after his mother in the looks-department (hybrids tend to look like one species or the other, rather than a mix of both). He’s a bit withdrawn due to dealing with bullying as a kid; most people --human and monster alike-- are afraid of his spider-like appearance, so he doesn’t get out much-- to the point his parents worry about him being a shut-in for life! He’s also a gamer boy, and has a secret soft side for gothic poetry, although he doesn’t want to join his parents’ art classes. He actually disapproves of his mother’s exotic species integration plan, as from what he’s experienced he feels it’s a waste of time.

Simon’s best friend and Millie’s second love interest is Louis, a mandrake who lives in the woods behind the manor. Louis is extremely shy and more than a bit lonely, even more so than Simon, and he doesn’t speak very often out of fear that the sound of his voice will hurt others around him. Mandrake screams can induce insanity or even kill those that hear them, hence his fear. Being part plant, Louis has mild shape-shifting abilities and is able to transform between child and young adult forms at will, although he’s actually the oldest of the group. He also isn’t a student at the art school, although he has an interest in floristry.

Now for our actual students! Forrest is a manticore, which in this world means he has a body similar to that of a centaur, but with the lower half of a lion instead of a horse, and a scorpion-like tail tipped with a deadly venomous stinger. Despite his species’s name literally meaning ‘man-eater’, Forrest is extremely friendly and cheerful, and is very sporty too. His passion is photography, and he also loves eating food-- any sort of meat dish is fine by him! He’s also a fan of fantasy tabletop roleplaying games, and will often make references comparing them to everyday life; he always plays the knight who saves the princess!

Anthony is a childhood ‘friend’ of Forrest’s, though he’s loathe to admit it. Highly intelligent and highly snobbish, Anthony fancies himself an intellectual-- and he’s not exactly wrong. Being a dragon, he likes to hoard things-- in his case, knowledge. Anthony loves to read, and is most often found in the library. His skill is in drawing and painting, and all his paintings’ invariably morose subject matter worry Millie. Still, this haughty dragon could definitely learn to loosen up a little, and be a little more kind; perhaps his stay at the academy --and his interactions with Millie-- will open his mind to appreciating the feelings of others. He does, at the very least, greatly respect Master Beaufort as a master of the arts.

The other two students are denizens of the sea, and have been friends for a very long time. Emil is a scylla, and like all scyllas he’s a little eccentric, and just can’t seem to keep his tentacles to himself! While Forrest is obsessed with eating, Emil’s true calling is cooking, and he loves making all kinds of dishes, especially anything seafood and/or foreign. Emil also is highly appreciative of women’s fashion, and absolutely adores everything to come from Madam Beaufort’s clothing brand-- so much so that he actually wears them himself! His pretty-boy looks and penchant for wearing women’s clothing actually has Millie mistake him for a girl at first, though he’s very much unafraid to show her his romantic side, or at least what he interprets as romantic...

Keeping Emil’s pervy antics in check is our sixth and final monster boy, Oswald! As a siren, Oswald spent most of his life in the sea, and still has a lot to learn about humanity. He’s a pretty cool guy but gets a bit embarrassed about his species’s troublesome past as the cause of many shipwrecks at sea, and would prefer to not discuss it. His passion is rock music, and his main instrument is the guitar. He also loves to sing, but refrains from doing so due to the hypnotic effect it has on other species. His lack of legs, tentacles, or a snake-like tail means that like other merrows and sirens he requires a wheelchair to move around on land, and often feels frustrated that he can’t show off how adept he is at traversing water. He’s also easy to embarrass and obsessed with not allowing anything to ‘ruin’ his manly image, including allowing Millie (a girl!) to help carry him around.

So there you have it, all my monster boys! I left out a few things, as those would be major spoilers, but those are my ideas for the characters for now! I’ll try to draw and post some sketches of their designs later. Hopefully I haven’t forgotten anything, but this won’t be the last time I talk about monster boys. Any questions or comments would be very much appreciated! Nsfw questions are allowed (all the boys wear pants for a reason, after all), though I’m currently not sure if this series will be 16+ or 18+, if you catch my meaning. Lemme know how interested you are in this story, or if you’re not interested please let me know that too!

#writing #monster boys #maddie's monster boys #if you ever wanted to see a merman wear pants... here's your chance XD

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infernalrevenge · 3 years

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Extra Ordinary

Fandom: Choices - Foreign Affairs

Pairing: F!Blaine Hayes x M!MC (Magnus Quezon)

Rating: G

Summary: Blaine and Magnus sneak off to a traveling fair.

Notes: Inspired by a message from @i-cant-think-of-a-name-15 wherein he told me I could write about "a purple panda visiting Vancross" and he'd still read about it, so I was minorly inspired. This is much longer than what I've written and posted here so far, so fair warning on that.

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"A fair?"

Magnus raised an eyebrow at Dionne, who clutched her phone as she showed him her text messages from Blaine.

"Yeah, she said she got tickets the other day, arranged for you two to go, and everything! It's only in town for a week, and tonight's the last night before they pack everything up the next day."

Before he could even object -- the thought of everyone still breathing down his neck about the scandal and cleaning up his image still weighing heavily on his mind -- she interrupted, "You don't have any classes tomorrow, you’re free, and you need the break! Plus it'll be so romantic, just you and Blaine--"

"And our bodyguards."

"--Having the time of your lives at a fair! Come on, it'll be fun, Magnus! Like you're gonna say no to her."

Okay, she's got him there.

It only took a little bit of pleading to get Tatum to agree to his antics this time, rolling his eyes as if he was used to it at that point. Nevertheless, he escorted the First Son to the pier where the fair grounds were, dressed as casually and inconspicuously as possible.

Magnus adjusted his sunglasses and beanie, glancing behind him to see if his bodyguard was right behind, only to find him gone. He did say he was just going to keep a "respectable distance", but it didn't make him any less nervous being out and about like this. It wasn't that he didn't trust his date to show up, it was that he was worried that she would and so would the paparazzi. They haven't exactly relented on their quest to squeeze out every juicy detail of his story.

He tried to scan the crowd for any sign of Blaine, only to be suddenly grabbed by the arm. He stumbled back in surprise, accidentally bumping into a mother with her kids. "Sorry sorry, I'm so sorry miss!" he quickly apologized, but the lady left in a huff, and he found himself face to face with none other than the mastermind of this operation.

"Geez, I forgot how you scared so easily. Sorry about that," Blaine remarked, clearly amused. Magnus could only roll his eyes, but was nonetheless relieved to find her -- or rather, have her find him.

He had to admire her insistence on the whole plan, and the fact that she had a plan in the first place. Of course, they couldn't get away from their bodyguards and had to effectively hide any prominent features of theirs to avoid being recognized, but hey, he would take any excuse to be with her.

"We've got a lot of ground to cover if we wanna make the most of this place," Blaine said. They made their way inside hand in hand.

"I'm starting to feel bad, leaving you with all the work of planning out covert dates. I should return the favor some time," Magnus said with a small laugh, taking in the sights and smells around him. The sun was beating down on every head present, hung up on a bright blue sky. It was quite crowded, which was a security concern, but it also meant it would be harder for untrained eyes to spot them in the sea of faces. Still, it had him a bit on edge.

"Looking forward to whatever you've got cooking up there, Rutherland. I'm sure you can think of something." Blaine looked up at the rides, the screams of its passengers intriguing her to give the experience a shot. It would also help to distract Magnus, as she noticed he was rather tense. "Where do you wanna go first?"

Magnus wasn't always the type to try to impress a date, but he might have been pushing it a little when he suggested an octopus ride. "I've never ridden one before. My mom always said they would break and the cart I'd be in would fly off."

It felt that way as soon as the ride started too. Magnus held onto the safety bar in front of them for dear life, his insides doing massive flips with every rotation. It was very thrilling, but it was also a strangely ticklish sensation that had him laughing and screaming the whole time. Blaine was having the time of her life, on the other hand, raising both arms in the air at multiple points as she whooped and jokingly yelled for it to go faster. Their excited screams blended in with the cacophony of the other riders, and somehow, that made the First Son feel the most normal he had since the day started.

If you were to ask him, Magnus would deny how his hands were shaking as they got off the ride, remnants of that thrill and momentary terror still running through his body. But it helped to have Blaine take both his hands and encouraged him to breathe deeply instead of the usual teasing he expected from her.

"Do you go on octopus rides often?" he asked, sucking in another breath before exhaling slowly.

"I'm actually more of a lazy river kind o' girl, but I love the adrenaline rush anyway," she casually replied, trying her best to ground him and calm his racing heart and stomach.

The two of them decided to eat some snacks as a substitute for lunch, settling for corn dogs, cotton candy, and watermelon slices. Along the way, Magnus spotted a giant panda stuffed toy in one of the game booths, its usual black patches replaced with a bright purple. Blaine followed his distracted gaze and giggled, trying to get his attention. “See something you like?”

The Rutherlandian chuckled sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck. “I, uh... it’s a giant panda, kinda hard to miss.” He was trying his best not to seem too obvious about his curiosity and desire to have it. However, after passing by the same booth a few more times as they explored the grounds, with his attention inevitably drifting to the toy, Blaine took him there herself to see if she can win it for him.

“You don’t have to--”

“Just let me do this for you. Besides, not like you can keep your eyes off of it.”

A laugh escaped him, “Are you telling me you’re jealous of a stuffed toy panda now?”

“I’m literally gonna win it for you, Rutherland, I am the farthest from being jealous. I promise by the end of the night, you'll be one panda richer.”

Basketball was the name of the game -- all she had to do was sink three shots in a row through the hoop across. Simple enough, if only she weren’t so far away from behind the starting line. Every time she threw the ball and watched it soar through the air, it was always just a few feet shy of the goal. By the time Blaine was on her sixth total attempt, she was just slamming the cash on the counter in frustration to pay for more chances, which the manager gladly accepted each time.

Magnus tried to get her to stop, insisting that it was fine and she didn’t need to waste so much money on a game “that was clearly rigged anyway.”

“Hey, I promised I’d get you that, and goddammit you are gonna get it!” she stubbornly replied, setting down another two dollars. This time though, she took a pause to rest and re-think her strategy.

Blaine furrowed her eyebrows, her focus alternating between the ball and the hoop, until an idea struck her. A wide mischievous smirk appeared on her face as she pinned the ball under her arm and climbed onto the counter, much to everyone's surprise.

"Hey, you're not allowed up there, miss!" the man behind the stand yelled, holding a hand up. The Ardonian was undeterred.

"Why? I'm still behind the line," she pointed out.

"You could fall and get hurt, you have to--" Magnus started, but Blaine was already focused on her goal, ball in hand as she lifted it up.

The height certainly gave her an advantage, taking one successful shot after another, despite the manager's and Magnus' protests. Her date still hung back right behind her, arms slightly raised to ready himself just in case. If she was so insistent on doing things her way, hopefully it wouldn't end in a hospital visit. She would hear an occasional "be careful!" between shots, but when she finally got the last one she needed, she practically threw caution to the wind after the ball.

“Victory is mine, asshole!” she yelled in triumph, throwing her arms up in the air in celebration.

She didn't anticipate how the momentum would throw her off balance though, misstepping behind her. She yelped and tried to move forward, but it was too late. One second she was falling back toward the ground, then the next... she was in Magnus' arms.

She looked up at him and laughed, "Good catch. You work out?" she commented with a wink, letting him help her stand back up.

"Let's just say you can always trust me to catch you," he replied with a hint of a flirtatious tone, before nudging her with his elbow. "But never do that again," he warned, though he was clearly just worried about her.

The Ardonian flipped her hair over her shoulder, turning her attention to the manager. "One panda, my good sir!"

He begrudgingly handed over the stuffed toy to Blaine, who then proceeded to proudly present it to Magnus. He had to wrap both arms around its fluffy torso just to be able to hold onto it securely.

"Consider this my apology for worrying you," she joked, patting the toy's fluffy arm.

"This feels a bit cliche, doesn't it?" he said, his voice partially muffled by the huge obstruction between them.

"What do you mean? It's a role reversal. It's the guy usually winning prizes for the girl, right?"

"I just mean the situation in general. Do you always win giant pandas for your dates?"

"Only for you, babe. Though I'll happily take it back if you don't want it."

At that, Magnus turned and kept it away from Blaine when she tried to reach for it. "No, you already gave it to me, so keepsies." He stuck his tongue out at her, looking more childish than ever, which earned him a boop on the nose.

"One more ride for the road?"

It was already sunset by the time they got on the ferris wheel. The sky was a gradient of pink, orange, and yellow as the sun started to set, slowly sinking in the horizon where the sky met the sea. It took some convincing for the ride manager to allow the stuffed toy on board, as long as they didn't drop it -- like Magnus was ever going to let that happen.

The newly christened Taro (as Magnus insisted on calling the panda) sat on his side, with Blaine snuggled on the other, her head settled on his shoulder. The ride moved slowly as other passengers boarded, and they were getting close to the top, just enough to enjoy the view.

"I know the rooftops at Vancross had great views of sunsets, but nothing beats being this close to it, huh?" Blaine said, her fingers idly playing with Magnus', intertwining and untwining them.

"Being in great company helps me appreciate it more too," Magnus replied, before turning to the stuffed toy next to him, sitting at eye level given its size. "Isn't that right, Taro?"

"Sorry, am I ruining your moment here?" she joked, gently nudging at his arm. Magnus simply smiled and wrapped an around her shoulders, pulling her even closer to his side.

"But seriously though, today was really fun. I'm glad you convinced Dionne to convince me to come out here. At this point, it's hard to say no to even just seeing you."

"Even if it means infuriating your bodyguard?"

Magnus rolled his eyes, looking off as the sky started to darken. "He wasn't infuriated, I'd say irritated at best, but he gets it. He's always been supportive of my 'be a normal person' agenda."

"Did I help deliver?"

"Oh definitely. You sure know how to make a guy feel normal, in a good way."

Blaine glanced up at him, "What does being normal mean to you?"

The young man blinked, not expecting such an introspective question. The lights on the ferris wheel started to turn on, giving him a view of Blaine under their soft glow. He almost lost himself in the sight and backtracked on the question.

He gave himself a moment to think, choosing his words carefully, "Just... being able to live my life away from scrutinizing eyes, I guess. I don't want the public to see me as someone or something that I'm not just because some tabloid article told them this or that."

She nodded in understanding, pulling his arm closer. "Definitely. It's like the general population seems to forget we're people too. We have our own lives and identities, and it's not something that can be toyed with."

"I wish I didn't have to act a certain way, I don't want them to change me. I wish... things were different." A bout of silence passed between them, the ride moving at its leisurely pace to give its passengers time to appreciate it.

"But if they were, then I never would've met you, so it's not all bad. You're... one of the best things that's ever happened to me, you know?" Magnus looked at Blaine, a small yet genuine smile on his face. The girl looked up at him almost with a flicker of doubt at first, but looking deeper into his eyes, she knew he was telling the truth.

And she wasn't sure how to handle that.

She could feel her stomach doing flips, a thrill running through her -- except it wasn't like she was on a fair ride. This was somehow more intense, yet she felt grounded with him by her side. She couldn't help the smile that bloomed, her cheeks darkening slightly as she took in his words.

"You're too good, Magnus. I hope the world never changes you."

The way she said his name sounded almost adoring, like she was in awe of what a genuine soul he was despite everything that's happened to him. She knew what it was like, having been expected to keep up appearances her whole life, but somehow this boy right next to her never seemed to lose touch of himself along the way. He knew what he had to do, but he also knew who he was at the end of the day.

Just hearing her say it like that was enough to melt Magnus' insides with a loving warmth. A smile spread across his face, leaning forward to press a soft kiss on her lips. He was just so relieved that he never had to pretend around Blaine, never had to prove anything to her. It was more than enough just having her there by his side, and even though he was looking forward to the day he can finally be out with her in public with pride, moments like these made their secret trips still worth going through.

(Due to Taro's size, it couldn’t quite fit in Magnus' bed as intended, so it instead resided on the couch in the suite. It didn't mean he didn't take any chances to nap on it though.

Dionne has sent many pictures to Blaine of the young man's face buried into its fluffy stomach, curled up on the small space as he rested peacefully, and Blaine has had to stifle many squeals of delight at the adorable sight.)

#choices foreign affairs #choices fa #blaine hayes #blaine x mc #f!blaine hayes #male!mc #m!mc

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mellowmoonn · 3 years

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Writing Help - Genres

As a writer, you really need to know what age group you intend to write for. Depending on the age, you may need to censor yourself or glaze over some heavier topics. Think of ATLA and how they never actually stated Jet died but instead insinuated it. Or, in YA novels when characters get close and the narrator skips over the most NSFW parts of the sex scene.

Disclaimer: Keep in mind I’m writing from my knowledge and what I remember reading at a certain age. Some research has been done for accuracy. I also don’t enjoy adult novels, particularly because they tend to be too much for me (...there tends to be lots of NSFW). With that said, forgive me if the examples aren’t amazing.

Who Do You Want to Write For?

Understanding who you want to write for makes the process much easier. If you want to write horror books for children because there aren’t enough of them, great. You can then proceed to write down your ideas and focus on the scare factor as well as how detailed you want your descriptions to be. Less is more, especially for younger kids. A single sentence in middle-grade horror can disturb even me. And trust me, most things don’t bother me.

Once you know what to write for, you can study your demographic more. By that, I simply mean what people your age are interested in. This isn’t saying you cannot write what you want to for who you want to write it for, but looking at the demographics will get your book(s) out there. For example, children might not enjoy or understand romance but gravitate more to adventure, comedy, slice of life, or superhero stuff.

What Do These Genres Entail?

You need to know what you’re getting yourself into when you write, so I’m going to give you a shortlist of genres and the content that is appropriate for each. Assuming most aren’t writing for children younger than 5, I won’t include those genres.

Remember to do your own research.

Children (5-8)

Due to childhood development, this genre varies quite a bit. I’ll generalize for simplicity.

Children between the ages of five and eight typically begin to independently read. Development varies, but using simpler language and including pictures aids them in taking in the content and understanding it.

From younger to older children: picture books, comics, short chapter books. It depends on their development and interests as well.

Even in picture books, these are usually longer than for younger children. They never exceed 100 pages and often have larger fonts.

Characters are usually animals or younger children (some with their parents).

Book examples: Pete the Cat, Poppleton, The Magic Tree House, Fantastic Mr. Fox

Middle Grade (8-12)

Pictures are still relevant sometimes, but it depends on the book. Most kids this age can visualize and don’t need much unless it’s something like fantasy or horror (Coraline has an edition with pictures as well as a disturbing graphic novel).

Slang begins to be included at this age and more mature language. Depending on the book, simple swears like “crap” or “damn” may be used. Insults begin to pop up as jokes and body humor are more appropriate at this age.

Sometimes romance makes its way into these books, but kids these ages still gravitate to things that aren’t so “gross.”

Middle-Grade books begin to exceed that 100-page mark and chapter book series with a logical plot and/or order comes about.

Characters are typically human, but supernatural creatures are popular in novels in this age group.

Book examples: Coraline, Ramona’s World, Because of Winn Dixie, Charlotte’s Web, Goosebumps

Young Adult (12-18)

You (typically) won’t catch pictures in a YA book, rather vivid descriptions. The only time pictures are in books is when maps are included. Pictures are an author’s choice.

YA is also a very large genre with varying developmental stages. Some books gravitate more to middle grade, others new adult.

The genres of books boom in YA because so much more can be done. You will catch books that are strictly romance, others crime, and even mystery.

Swearing is no longer avoided in YA novels. Characters will openly say fuck a thousand times and no one looks twice.

YA books tend to have deeper conversations than books for younger audiences. Killing off main characters isn’t looked down upon. These books also tend to speak about and represent sex, but never in grave detail. Characters will never get past removing clothing. The issue of sex in YA is also a controversial topic that is pretty interesting when looked into.

The themes of YA books are ones that teenagers typically experience. This could be gender, sexuality, self-worth, etc.

YA books are usually between 200 and 500 pages. It depends on whether it is a novella, stand-alone, or series.

Characters are in middle or high school, to which the readers can relate to. The home and parents are also relevant. Lots of talk about family life and such.

Book Examples: The Fault in Our Stars, The Book Thief, Divergent, The Hunger Games, The Catcher in the Rye

New Adult (18-25)

Once again, pictures are usually maps and such.

NA does everything a YA does in more detail. It’s the genre for people who like YA but want a bit more or don’t want to be held back as much. When your target audience doesn’t involve children, your creative freedom can run (nearly) wild.

Sex scenes are explicit. No one questions a sex scene in a NA, nor censors them in the way YA does. The narrator doesn’t have to glaze over this, rather describing the emotional and physical aspects of it as they would with anything else.

In comparison to YA, NA books tackle different themes. A NA book might not focus on growing up, rather the independence or struggle of having grown up. More adult things such as struggles for housing and finance might arise differently than it would to someone younger watching their parents struggle and going down along with them.

NA books tend to fall in the same page range as YA books. Again, very similar, but not the same. Think of YA as the bridge between YA and Adult. A little more, but not too much.

Characters are typically between the age range of the readers, but they don’t have to be.

Book Examples: A Court of Thorns and Roses, Lily and the Octopus, Red White and Royal Blue, Code Name: Verity, The Good Girl

Adult (25+)

Keep in mind that I do not read adult books...

I’ve never heard of photos in adult novels. Correct me if I am wrong.

Nothing is really off-limits in adult books. Anything you could ever want to write about can fit in this genre. Period pieces, historical fiction, horror, and autobiographies are often found as adult books.

Pieces are much more complex than those meant for younger audiences such as a YA or NA. They also tackle more difficult topics such as racism and abuse in more mature ways. It’s much easier to cover something like that in a book for older audiences than younger ones because you don’t necessarily have to simplify things. Focusing on the experiences of the character as if it were of coming of age isn’t as important.

The detail in adult books also changes in comparison to books for younger audiences. Whereas violence maybe something quick and easy, an adult book will drag it with vivid details. In Cirque du Freak, a middle-grade novel, the tearing of a person’s arm was described in two sentences in a way that made the reader imagine what an arm tearing would be like. In an adult book, you best be sure you’ll be reading about anatomy and immense amounts of gore.

Adult books can be short or extremely long. It depends on the genre once you hit adult books, as attention span isn’t much of a big deal anymore.

The characters in an adult book can be any age. It’s the content at this point and not who’s reading. An adult book can follow a tween/teen, an adult, or an elderly person. It doesn’t matter. What does matter is how you handle what is happening to certain characters. For example, if your character is a minor, you shouldn’t be writing graphic sex scenes.

Book Examples: The Help, The Girl on the Train, The Handmaid’s Tale, The Kite Runner, The Shining

Conclusions

I feel like I could write more in this post, but I won’t. It will be much too long if I say anymore. It’s really up to what you like and the way you want to execute it. As a newer reader, I find that I like YA novels but gravitate to the grittier or mature ones. I dislike sex scenes, so the intimacy in YA is just enough for me.

For my writing, I want to write a NA that can achieve what I like and in the way I enjoy it. In my reading endeavors, these past eight months, the Feverwake duology (my ever mentioned series...) has hit what I enjoy. While it is categorized as YA, the second book leans more toward NA and I love that. The way the author writes is also similar to the way I do, which is cool.

In the end, do what you love. Keep your audience in mind and remember that you don’t have to fit yourself into one genre. James Patterson wrote books for children and adults. Have I read any of his works? No, but I have family and friends who do enjoy or have enjoyed his work. You wanna write a book for your younger sibling? Do it. You want to write a book you need or want? Do it. You want to write a book that will make adults feel like children again? Do it.

You’re the writer and write for a reason. Keep writing a passion, not a chore.

[Gif from Ouran High School Host Club]

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notyetneedcoffee · 4 years

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Moving Parts, 4

Part Four

Pairings: Steve Rogers x Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: Nothing but angst and a bit of fluff

A/N: Just one more part to go!

“So how did we manage send her in... to stumble into...” Tony Stark paused waving his hand in the air. “What? A Nazi heritage summer camp? Without any of our intelligence knowing about it?” He slouched in his chair at the conference table, head resting on his hand.

Steve scowled and turned his back to the group, looking out the window. His jaw clenched so hard his head ached.

“Looks like they’d been there since the end of the war.” Bucky tapped the tip of his left middle finger on the table with a tink, tink, tink. “Now that we know what to look for, the whole village seems to be a transplant. They’ve made a fortune in international banking. Art deals, too.”

“Gee, wonder where they acquired their collection.” Clint stated blandly. “Were they wrapped up in our target’s business? I mean why else would they grab Y/N?”

“Doesn’t look like it.” Bucky glanced over at Steve, but he wasn’t going to say anything. “She said she was blending into the crowd, watching the mark. That’s when they probably thought she was casing their exchange instead. According to the one guy I interrogated, they’ve been watching Steve and I pretty closely and knew her. She didn’t tip off the target, but she stumbled onto someone with a personal grudge.”

“Captain Rogers, Sergeant Barnes.” FRIDAY’s voice filled the room. “Miss Y/L/N is awake and asking for you.”

Bucky stood and nearly made it to the door before he realized Steve hadn’t moved. He stopped, waiting. The rest of the group looked between the two, knowing something was wrong but remained silent. “Come on, pal.”

Steve took a deep breath and followed. Once in the hall, his feet slowed. “I should just let you go ahead.”

Something snapped. Bucky spun on his heel and grabbed Steve by the shirt, shoving him into the empty room at his left. All of the dejected looks, all of the self-deprecating comments, all the tension since they found you just became too much. “What the fuck is wrong with you, man?”

Jerking away, Steve ripped the collar of his shirt. “What?” He stepped back with a growl. “What do you want from me?”

“I want...” Bucky’s face tightened in pain. “I want... my family. I want all of us.” His voice dropped to a low, tight whisper. “I want her to be happy. I want you to be happy. We’ve been through so fucking much. We may still have a duty to uphold, but we could have so much more now. Whether you want to acknowledge it or not, we get to choose.”

Steve’s shoulders dropped. He wanted to turn away, but the intensity in Bucky’s stare forbade it. “I’ve messed up so much. I let her down. Hurt you both.”

“Yet we still love you, jerk.” Bucky’s eyes softened.

“You sure?”

Bucky’s eyebrow rose. “Don’t make me punch you in the face.”

Steve huffed. “Okay.” He ran his hands through his hair. “What should I do?”

“Right now? We go to the med wing.” Bucky tugged his arm. “We’re late.”

Your tongue felt fat in your mouth and your head apparently weighed fifty pounds. You mind kept drifting off. FRIDAY let the guys know you were awake so you fought the weight of sleep. Laying on your side made it difficult. The pillow was soft. Being drugged up sucked.

You blinked slowly. Stay awake. You opened your eyes to see Steve and Bucky in front of you. The smile you gave them pulled on the split on your lip. It didn’t matter. “Yeah.” You slurred. “You’re here.”

“Hey, Sweetheart.” Steve leaned over and pressed his soft lips against your hairline. “Did you sleep okay?”

They’d grown more worried as they flew you home. You’d vomited up blood, probably swallowed from your facial injuries. However, you pain steadily increased and your blood pressure dropped. After a tense wait, the doctor told them the worst of your symptoms stemmed from a severely bruised kidney. Combine it with the cracked ribs, and you were out of commission for several weeks.

Reaching clumsily for their hands, you pouted. “No. I wanna be warm.”

Bucky chuckled, knowing it meant your wanted to be cuddled between them. His thumb rubbed gently over your hand. “Soon, Doll.”

“Really?” Your eyes drooped closed.

Steve moved a piece of hair from your face. “As soon as the doctor says you can come home. We’ll keep you warm.”

“Both?” Your sleepy whine was barely audible, but you squeezed their hands. “Please.”

“Yeah, Sweetheart.” Steve gently combed his fingers through your hair. “We’ll both be there.” He looked into his best friend’s eyes. “I promise.”

Bucky’s smile turned into a chuckle when you snored lightly in response. “I think she likes the idea.”

“Can you sit with her for a while?” Steve asked. “I think there’s something I need to do.”

“Sure.”

Steve put his hand on Bucky’s shoulder. “Thanks, pal. I’ll be back soon.”

He left the med bay and immediately asked where Tony could be found. By the time he walked into the lab, Tony was expecting him. “Hey Cap. How’s our girl?”

“Sleepy.” He leaned against the worktable, crossing his arms tightly over his chest. “I, uh, need to talk to you about a couple things.”

Tony looked up from his stool, taking in Steve’s uncomfortable posture. “Shoot.”

“First, I’d like stick close to home while Y/N is recovering. Unless there’s some world-shattering emergency, of course.” He chewed his lip.

“Well, duh.” Tony spun around on his seat. “I wouldn’t expect anything else.”

Steve’s eyes widened. “Okay. Great.” He swallowed, a little less anxious. “The other thing is, um.” He looked around the lab for a pen and paper, but settled for a tablet and stylus. He began sketching out something quickly. “How long would it take do bring in a crew to do this?”

Tony looked at the quick drawing. The corner of his mouth quirked up. “Really?”

Cap took a deep breath and nodded. “Yeah, um, is it going to be a problem? Any of it?”

“The work is the easy part. You’d be surprised how fast I could get this done.” Tony smiled. “You really want me to do this?”

“Yes, I do. I’ll deal with the fall out.”

“Fuck that. What fallout?” Tony scoffed, then laughed. “Let’s get to it.”

Steve laughed, relieved. “Language.”

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dakotafinely · 4 years

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Hello! I’m about to go into detail about a dream I had involving ROTTMNT so if you don’t wanna read that I’mma put a Keep Reading thing so you don’t have to worry about scrolling past a long thing!!

Trigger warning: Kidnapping stuff and abuse mention

Yeah, this dream gets weird. And kinda off rails real quick.

The dream starts out in an arena. A large crowd around it, a large cage in the center. Like HUGE, it took up a decent amount of the arena. There’s no exits and there are only four pillars around the cage to hide behind.

A tall shadowy figure of a woman stands at the throne piece of the seats. She’s wearing a beautiful gold dress that had a slit that came to her hip. She wore a gold headdress that was in the shape of the moon. And a long golden staff that also had a moon at it’s head.

She speaks, dramatically, but I can’t hear a word. It relies the crowd up though. Making a wave of hearty cheers that is deafening. I know the turtles are around the arena with me. I know we have to fight, a large horn blares and the cage bursts open.

A large black slime that takes a shape of an octopus flings it’s enraged. Eyes glowing a yellow as it opens a mouth on it’s head, letting out a shrilling scream.

Leo is the first to make an attack, heading straight for it. Getting a good stab into it’s head. Donnie flies around on Shelldon, trying to find a better weak spot to go for it.

Mikey launches right past me. Using his weapon to take down the tentacles that would’ve killed me an instant. I’m frozen, I don’t know what I could possibly do to help out. Mikey smiles at me, but I’m still in a stunned state.

I see Splinter fly through the air, he’s helping Leo try and take this thing down. Donnie seems to find a weak point, underneath the horrid beast. He gestures to me, “Make a run for it, and stab it with something.” he tells me. I nod, grabbing a large shrapnel piece that took a similar shape to a spear and run towards it.

It’s black, I can’t see. But I hear a large shrilling scream that makes me wince for being so close. It does a weird implosion-shrinking thing. The crowd screams wildly. They’re happy I think. There’s an exit where the beast initially was. We all gladly descend it. And as soon as we’re down the stairs and out of the crowd.

“You guys! That was dangerous!” I begin, I’m lecturing them about going in so recklessly. They all turn meek, shrugging and saying a form of apology. I keep going anyways, I was afraid of loosing them. This goes on for a bit. Before I ask.

“Where’s Raph anyways!? I didn’t see him.” I mention. The boys look to each other and shrug. Making some comment about not seeing him in the arena at all.

We make a quicker route home. In a semi-panic. Splitting up to search for him. I head to the “Lair”.

Instead of the actual lair I’m in a hotel, going to a specific room. It’s a fancy dining place. My grandma is cleaning it up for some reason. I pay no mind and go to a certain wall. It’s a pretty blue with a white floral pattern across it. A piece of the wall looks off. I press into it, moving the wall revealing an old pulley elevator. I get in and descend.

I enter a basement, calling out for Raph. Going in relief to see a large white man. I mistake him for Raph in a cloaking broach. When he moves, revealing a girl tied up. Bruises and injuries across her arms making it clear she was trying to escape. A gasp gets stuck in my throat.

He was trying to make her drink some poisoned tea. To make her be relieved of this life. I immediately try and free her. Being stopped by a man who can pick me up with one hand. He grins at me. I still try a little longer, with no success. Before slumping in “defeat”. Hoping he’d be stupid enough to put me down.

He does, and I stomp on his foot. Pulling this girl out of her prison and shoving her into the pulley elevator.

“Tell them! Tell them Raphs gone crazy! Tell them I’m trapped!” I tell her quickly before slamming he door shut. I turn around to the man I still believe is Raph. He towers over me with a sickening grin.

Cut to the girl coming out of the pulley in the fancy dining room. Where my baby brother and April were initially having a conversation. They see this girl and immediate move to help her as she almost collapses on the floor. Helping her to a table.

She tries to explain what’s happening down in the basement.

“It’s Raph! I know you don’t wanna believe me because you think he’s a good guy! But he’s not!” she rambles in a panic. April looks at her with concern, she doesn’t want to believe this girl she just met. But when she mentioned me April seemed to have no choice.

They make a plan.

Cut back to me, I’m not tied up. I somehow convince the psychopath I won’t run away if he doesn’t hurt me. He’s running on about some drink I should try. I’m not paying to much attention as he pulls out to glass bottles of a blue liquid.

“I don’t know,” I say “I’ve never tried... uh ‘Whirls Spam’.” I read off the bottle. He laughs and tells me I’m reading the label upside down. Telling me I definitely need to try it since I never have before.

“As long as you haven’t poisoned it.” I tell him meekly, he doesn’t respond to me. Aside from just telling me to drink it. Just then April and the girl pop out of the pulley elevator.

Before anyone can assess the situation I break my bottle over the mans head. Temporarily making him disgruntled.

“Run!” I shout, all of us heading for a door far away from the man. Running out to a porch way where my baby brother slides in, parking and having us all get in. The man isn’t to far behind and pulls open the door I’m sitting next to. But baby bro drives off before he can snag me. We’re all putting our seat belts on as we drive upon a bridge. Just trying to get far away from whoever he was.

“That wasn’t Raph. I know I thought it was, I thought he was wearing some sort of cloaking broach. But he didn’t even recognize me. He didn’t even offer me my favorite drink despite it being right in front of him.” I say as I slam the door next to me shut. April looks at me in confusion and concern.

“Well, if that wasn’t Raph, then where is he?” she asks me.

And then I wake up.

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inactiive-shit · 4 years

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Life As A Sanders

Part Nine: Pronouns And Punches

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Warnings: cheating, a fight

Pairing: familail dlamp, discussion of Virgil’s ex

Summary: Roman has something to say. Something bad happens to Virgil. Logan has a go of it.

Words: 5,209

Ages: 15 & 19

Well, here we are! Another week and another chapter. (I deadass forgot to post this until midnight. I’m supposed to be doing other things, damnit.)

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Virgil was, for once, doing his homework when Roman wandered into his room. Logan was lounging at the same desk, a book held above his face in what had to be a very uncomfortable position.

“Hey, guys. What’s up?” Roman lurked in the doorway. He wasn’t coming in the room at all and he was far quieter than he usually was. Something was wrong.

“Virgil is doing his homework. I came in to witness such a rare occurrence happen in person.” Logan didn’t look away from his book. Virgil was tempted to throw his pen at Logan, but the last time he’d gotten a stain on one of Logan’s ties, he’d nearly died. He didn’t want a repeat.

“Look at you, Lolo! You’re really getting this whole sarcasm thing!” Percy stuck her head out from under Virgil’s bed. Logan flushed, but he lowered the book to glare at Percy. She pulled her best pretty girl expression that got her out most of the consequences for most of the things she started. Logan just raised a brow at her.

“Damnit! I have no advantage over you gays! I’m leaving!” She slid out and stood up. Her skirt was all kinds of twisted, as were the neon pink leggings she wore. As she tried to straighten herself out, she accidentally hiked her skirt way up.

“Dude! C’mon! I’m gay, I don’t want to see your ass!” Virgil shouted, covering his eyes. “You’re gay! You don’t want me to see your ass!” Virgil heard Logan choking and knew he had probably gotten a glimpse of the octopus-patterned underwear under the leggings. Percy said she only wore that pair of underwear when she was wearing skirts that way anyone who may have tried to catch a glimpse would be in for a nasty surprise.

She had never explained why she had the underwear to start.

Virgil peaked out from behind his hand, and then shut his eyes more tightly. “Percy, put your skirt down. We don’t wanna see it. Please, stop. Just stop.”

“Nope, sorry Virge. Can’t do that.” An arm wrapped around Virgil’s shoulders and then a wet kiss was pressed into the back of his head.

“Dude!” he shouted again, this time flailing away. He fell out of his chair and something else came down beside him with a crash. Percy was giggling wildly.

“You shouldn’t be so mean to yourself, Virgil,” she chided. “Everybody needs love. Really, the sexualization of touch in America is unhealthy. In other countries, they give each other hugs and hold hands and all sorts of other things. It’s much better there.”

“I agree. That doesn’t mean I want your spit rubbed into my hair.” Virgil risked another glimpse out from between his fingers. Still underwear. “Percy, I want to open my eyes.”

“Then do it, Virge. Nothing stopping you,” Percy sang. Virgil listened to her zip up her school bag.

“There may be nothing stopping Virgil, but you are a minor and I am not,” Roman said. “I would very much like to be able to see again.” Virgil suddenly realized that they must look ridiculous: three teenage boys in a bedroom, eyes covered and a girl in neon pink tights with cheetah underwear showing. A giggle built in his throat and before he could stop it, burst out.

“See? Virgil gets it!” Percy was laughing as she spoke. Then, the darkness around Virgil lit up for a second, and he could hear the sound of a camera going off. “Oh, that one’s going in the scrapbook,” Percy said. Virgil, Logan, and Roman groaned. They had all seen Percy’s version of a scrapbook, and it was terrifying. It was filled with pictures and random knick-knacks with captions about where they’d come from with enough details included to paint an, often far too, vivid picture.

“Alrighty, guess I’ll be on my way. Love ya, Virgil. Bye, Lo. Catch ya later, Roman.” Percy’s hip bumped into Virgil as she left.

“Pull your uh, your skirt down before you leave!” Virgil shouted.

“Nah. I’m gonna walk home like this. It’ll give my Mom a heart attack.”

“Percy!” Her laughs were the only answer Virgil got.

He gave the silence a few seconds before he finally opened his eyes. She really had left, but Logan and Roman did not seem to be taking any chances, as neither of them had looked yet.

“She’s gone,” Virgil said. Logan’s shoulders visibly sagged as he opened his eyes. Roman followed not a moment later.

“Why is she like that?” Logan asked.

“She’s going through her rebellious phase,” Virgil said flatly. He looked at the floor next to him and resisted the urge to scream again. All the pens and pencils he had organized by color were strewn on the ground around him.

He was going to kill Percy one day.

Roman pulled Virgil up, and Virgil smiled a little. Then he sat back down in his rollie chair.

“Are you going to pick those up?” Logan inquired. Virgil shook his head. It wasn’t worth it. It would take forever to reorganize them, and they had more important things to attend.

“Did you want something, Roman?”

“What?” Roman looked like a deer caught in headlights. Virgil glanced at Logan, a request to use his superior wording abilities.

“You came in here. Did you require something? You look nervous.”

Tact had never been Logan’s thing.

“Uh, yeah.” Roman rubbed the back of his neck, not looking at either of them. He cleared his throat, and then looked embarrassed. “I wanted to tell you guys something.” He paused again, and laughed a little. “Man, words can be hard.”

“Preaching to the, uh, the singing thing. L, what is it?”

“Choir,” Logan said. Virgil pointed at Logan.

“That’s the bitch. Preaching to the choir.” Virgil kept his face as open as possible when he faced Roman. This felt important. He hoped it wasn’t bad.

“Suppose I am.” Roman chuckled again, a very distinct laugh of his. He only laughed like that when he was nervous, usually before a performance or audition. “I just, um, god, this stupid. It’s like, not even a big deal,” Roman muttered. He looked at the floor and take a deep breath, and then faced Virgil and Logan. “I’m genderfluid.” The words ripped out of his mouth.

“Okay,” Logan said. “I am afraid I am not well-acquainted with that term.”

“Isn’t it, like, uh, when you identify as more than one gender?” Virgil asked, looking at Roman. He nodded.

“For me, it means that some days I feel like a guy and some days I feel like a girl and some days neither fits. There’s no rhyme or reason to it, really, but I just bring it up because I would appreciate it if, on feminine days or nonbinary days, you could use the appropriate pronouns and call me Ro instead of Roman?” He still looked nervous, like he thought they’d decline. Suddenly, Virgil wanted to fight himself for whatever he’d done to make Roman feel like he couldn’t come to them about important stuff.

About personal stuff.

“Of course, Roman. Or, are you using Ro today?” Logan inquired. Roman smiled.

“Roman, but Ro works whenever, if you want to play it safe.” He glanced at Virgil. Virgil gave him a thumbs up. Sometimes, it was the best he could manage.

“Thank you both. You’re both so amazing and important to me. I love you.” Suddenly teary-eyed and sniffling, Roman pulled Virgil and Logan into a hug that they both reciprocated.

“We love you too, Ro. Always,” Logan murmured. Virgil nodded against Roman’s shoulder.

“Love you, Ro. For, uhm, forever.”

Roman let them go seconds later, knowing neither of his little brothers were really fans of touching unless they were in the mood for it.

“Have you told Dad, Ro? You know he will not be bothered by you,” Logan said.

“Yeah, I told him. He wasn’t bothered a bit. He wants to make cookies as some sort of celebration.” Roman snorted. “I told him it was unnecessary, but you know how Dad is.” He smiled.

“Yes, we do indeed know how Dad is.”

“The best,” Virgil muttered. He ignored the phone vibrating in his pocket.

“I would agree. Objectively,” Logan added. He was smiling too.

“So, I guess we’re having cookies tonight,” Roman said. He glanced at Virgil’s desk. “You should finish your homework, Virge.”

“I dunno. I’m not really in the mood for it,” Virgil said. He looked at the pile of papers he needed to do, and knew he was going to bring his already barely passing grades down by not completing the work. He’d already been given extensions for some of it.

Who liked homework, though?

“Virgil, I have told you multiple times that if you keep neglecting your studies in this manner, you are not going to continue passing your classes.” Logan picked up the paper on the top of the pile. He grimaced at the squiggles covering it. “If you need help with chemistry, I can help you, V. I know it is a challenging class.”

Virgil shrugged. “Maybe later, L.” That meant no, and all three of them knew it.

“Virgil, I-”

“I’m just tired.” He cast a longing glance at his bed. Then he shook it off. “I’m going to do something that requires less brain power. Like,” he shuffled through his papers, “reading? I have to read? Oh my god. I hate Frankenstein. Maybe I’ll just ignore my responsibilities.”

Roman wanted to ask when the last time Virgil slept was. With his insomnia, there was no telling how much sleep Virgil was getting at any point. Instead, Roman suggested, “I can read it to you, if you want.” Virgil looked a little relieved.

“Are you serious?” Virgil asked. Roman nodded.

“Of course, Virge. You know I love doing voices,” he said, and wiggled his eyebrows just for the tired laugh it startled out of Virgil. But his phone vibrated again, and Virgil silenced it. He looked incredibly more tired, and Roman shot a look at Logan. What’s up with him? Logan shrugged minutely.

“Alright, well, I am going to go see if Dad is making cookies, and perhaps assist him in his endeavour. Have fun with Frankenstein.” Logan waved as he left, and Roman looked at the paper mess covering Virgil’s desk.

“Uh, Virge, where’s the book?” He hesitantly nudged the pile, hoping to glimpse the reading material.

“Don’t know. Give me a second.”

“Your wish is my command, young Prince,” Roman murmured and sat in Virgil’s rollie chair to wait. Virgil shifted a few papers around on the desk, and a few fluttered to the ground, joining the mess of his precious pens. Roman began collecting all the papers that fell, and by the time Virgil finally came up with the book, there were almost no papers left on the desk, and Roman had separated the rest of them by subject.

“You know that’s just going to be a giant mess again by the time I get to school tomorrow.”

“No,” Roman said. “They will not be a giant mess. They will be completed with the help of your lovely family. Now, how far into Frankenstein are you supposed to be?”

“Chapter fifteen, I think?” Virgil suggested, leaning against his desk.

“Get in the bed, Virgil. You know a story cannot be told well if the audience is not comfortable.” He ushered Virgil across the room, and Virgil flopped into his bed. “Good. Now, how much have you read already?”

“Uh. . .” Virgil muttered. He rolled onto his back to stare at the ceiling. “None?”

“O. . .okay. So we are taking this journey together! From the top!” Roman announced, and then began to read. Virgil shut his eyes and did his best to focus on the words. Or fall asleep. Whichever came more quickly.

They were called down a few hours later for dinner. They had managed to complete all of Virgil’s english assignments and part of his history project. Which was honestly more than Roman had been expecting.

He wondered if the bags under his little brother’s eyes were make-up, or if he hadn’t slept in days.

He didn’t want another hospital visit because of Virgil’s insomnia.

“Hey, guys!” Dad called. “Being productive up there?”

“Nah,” Virgil said. “I vetoed productivity in favor of yeeting Frankenstein out the window.”

“I am not entirely sure of the meaning of that term, Virgil, but if you hurt the book, I will hurt you,” Logan said, eyes wide.

“Hah.” Virgil muttered under his breath, “No need to worry about that.”

“What was that?” Patton asked, looking up sharply from the peanut butter celery sticks and cookies.

“Nothing.” Virgil held his hands up placatingly. “I’m not actually going to yeet the book. Roman was reading it, anyway.”

“Okay. Help yourselves to dinner. If there’s anything else you want, all you have to do is tell me.”

“I’m sure this will be. . .sufficient,” Logan said, looking like he’d rather be eating anything else. Dad laughed, and patted his back.

“I put some healthier food in the oven to keep it warm, Lolo, don’t worry.” Logan let out a sigh of relief. Dad seemed to only eat sweets, and Logan truly wasn’t sure how he’d survived this long.

“So, Ro, how was your day?” Dad asked. Roman, halfway through stuffing a cookie in his mouth and lips already stained blue from icing, paused.

“Uhm, ‘ood?” He chewed the cookie and swallowed hurriedly. “I was thinking about applying to a few colleges. I’m not sure yet, but my teachers are saying I should, and the drama teacher said I’m one of the best performers she’s ever had.” Roman shrugged modestly, and Virgil punched him in the arm.

“Don’t act like you don’t know you’re better at acting than every other kid up there,” Virgil said gruffly, and Logan nodded.

“Yes. Objectively speaking, you,” he paused and pulled out a note card, “‘rock’.” Logan cast a quick glance at Virgil, who nodded.

“Thanks, Lo. Your belief in me is truly inspiring,” Roman said, motioning dramatically. It didn’t sound sarcastic, so Logan just smiled in response.

“Yeah, buddy, you’re great on the stage. If you want to go to college, we fully support you. And you know I’m rooting for ya.” Dad smiled at Ro, and he blushed because despite how long he’d been living with his family, he’s still not used to the praise they so freely handed out.

“Thanks, guys. I’m not sure yet, but. . .maybe.” Roman smiled, and it’s about this time that Virgil tuned out. He listened just enough to know when to nod in agreement, but let his mind take him elsewhere. He just wanted this day to be over.

“Virgil, how much homework do you have left?” Dad asked suddenly, bouncing Virgil out of his bubble of muted voices.

“Uh. . .” Virgil looked to Ro, who answered with a smile.

“Some chemistry, not too much math, and a bit of a history project. But the history project isn’t due to tomorrow, so it’s not really a priority.” Roman was in therapy for a while, and because of that, he was much better at knowing what was a priority and what could wait. Virgil thought that perhaps he needed to go to therapy too.

“That doesn’t seem like so much,” Dad said optimistically. Too optimistically, in Virgil’s far more realistic opinion. “And Lolo is great at chemistry. You’re gonna be fine, Virge.” He smiled, and Virgil didn’t mention he had two other projects that never got turned in, as well as a project for another class that he couldn’t even think about without having a panic attack.

Yeah, it’d been a great day.

Still, Virgil nodded. He knew dwelling wasn’t going to fix anything, and he’d do his best to focus and get his work done despite his. . .current dilemma.

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A few days later, Ro, who was dressed in a skirt, gallantly offered to drive her brothers to school.

“Yes, Ro, we would appreciate riding to school with you,” Logan replied deadpan. This was something Ro offered every day despite knowing that unless they felt like braving Percy’s driving and being late, she was the only option.

Well, they could walk, and they did sometimes, but they usually had much less time than that. Over the years, getting up early had started to become a feat for them, and now Dad was the only person in the house who ever got up when he was supposed to.

Well, except for Virgil, but that was only because he was usually already awake from not sleeping. If he was asleep when his alarm went off, there was no waking him.

“Alrighty, calculator watch, no need for the attitude,” Ro said, ruffling his hair. Logan screeched and jerked away, just like he always did. Virgil snorted when Logan upset his cup and sent milking spreading across the table. Logan grumbled while he gathered paper towels, and then they were all rushing out the door to get to Ro’s car. They were about to be late. Again.

“Ro, at school, would you like us to still use male pronouns for you, or female?” Logan asked, leaning up from the back seat. Ro hummed, and flicked on the turn signal.

“Male for now, I suppose. I’ll see about talking to a few of my friends about it and see how they react. Maybe, if all goes well. . .” She smiled at Logan through the mirror.

“Okay,” Logan said, pushing his glasses up a little. Virgil had his headphones on in the front, and his eyes were shut. He could be sleeping, though Logan doubted that. He reached over and flicked Virgil’s neck. He flinched and pulled his headphones off.

“What?”

“Ro said we are to use male pronouns at school for the time being.” Virgil nodded, mumbling something.

“What was that?”

“What about name?” Virgil repeated, voice a little slurred.

“Ro will work,” Ro said. “A lot of people call me that anyway, so they won’t think anything of it.” She cast a glance at Virgil. “Are you okay? You don’t look well.” She tried to put her hand on Virgil’s forehead, and he batted it away.

“I’m fine. ‘M not sick.”

“Are you sure, V?” Logan asked. Virgil nodded, glancing at his siblings’ faces.

“I’m just tired, guys. It happens.” Virgil shut his eyes again, and Logan exchanged a look with Ro in the mirror. Something was wrong. Virgil did not often admit when he was feeling tired.

“Virge. . .” Ro murmured. Virgil grunted and pulled his headphones back on. Logan looked worriedly at Virgil, and then to Ro.

“Has he said anything to you about why he’s. . .acting like this?” Ro whispered. Logan shook his head.

“No, but. . .if it,whatever it is, becomes too serious, he will tell us. He always has.”

“I just hope he doesn't wait too long and something bad happens,” she murmured. Logan’s hands fisted into the hem of his shirt, but he forced himself to nod and lean back into his seat. Whatever was causing Virgil this much irritation would not be good, but Virgil was good at asking for help when he needed it. He’d come to them before things got bad and he would again, Logan didn’t doubt that. Virgil was smart and capable and open, insofar as teenage self-proclaimed ‘emos’ could be open. It would only do more harm to pry. Virgil didn’t like it when he felt like people were digging into his business for no reason.

They’d just have to wait.

Logan got the text during third bell and asked to go to leave the room immediately after. Being a good student who never did anything against the rules (that anybody found out about), the teacher hadn’t even asked why he needed to leave, just waved him away. Logan hadn’t bothered with grabbing the pass, destination in mind before he set foot outside the room.

He was at the bathroom Virgil had specified in under a minute, panting, wishing there was a door he could shut so nobody else would walk in.

“Virgil? Are you in here?” he asked quietly. There was a sniffle and a creak, and then one of the stall doors swung open. Virgil slipped out, and he only took one look at Logan before he was crying. Logan rushed forward and wrapped his arms around Virgil, chest tightening. What had happened?

“What’s wrong?” he asked. “Are you okay? Are you hurt?” Virgil shook his arms, unable to make any words come out. Logan did his best to hum and mumble something comforting as he tried to figure out what on earth could have caused this but nothing was coming to mind and he couldn’t stand not knowing why his twin was hurting so badly.

“V, please,” he said. “What happened?” Virgil took a few deep, gasping breaths to stop the sobs, then pulled back and began rubbing his sleeves into his eyes harshly to erase the tears. Logan waited patiently for him to finally drop his arms down. Virgil sniffed and hiccuped, leaning back against the sink. He crossed his arms tightly across his chest. His voice was barely more than a ragged whisper when he spoke.

“Evan cheated on me.”

“He what?” said Logan. His mind went reeling, rifling rapidly through the past few weeks to figure out when and where and how and why hadn’t they noticed something like this happening.

“Yeah,” Virgil said. He took another gasping breath. “He said-he said it was because I’m a tease and-” Virgil shoved his knuckles against his mouth to stop the sob before it could echo into the bathroom. “And if I wanted to keep acting like I was, I should get used to it because no one would ever put up with it.” His voice cracked and broke and shattered over the last word, and Logan shoved the boiling hot, burning rage back down his throat and grabbed Virgil again, hugging him with everything he was worth. He was going to kill that dickbag. He was going to make him wish he had never even fucking laid eyes on Virgil. Fuck every friendly word they’d shared and every pretense of loving Virgil he’d ever exhibited; if he wanted to live through the week, that piece of shit better have the sense to get the fuck out of Dodge.

“None of that’s true, V,” Logan said. “Not a word of what that moron said is true, okay? You did not and do not owe him anything, and there will always be people who love you. He’s an asshole, and assholes should not be listened to. They do not know anything worth hearing.”

“I broke up with him,” Virgil mumbled into Logan’s shoulder. “I broke up with him, but I-I loved him, L. I loved him and he-” Virgil stopped talking, and Logan held him up as he trembled.

“I know,” Logan murmured. “I know.” And, well, he didn’t know. But sometimes I know meant I’m here, and sometimes it meant I don’t know but I will stay, and sometimes it meant you’re hurt but never alone. Logan murmured I know and knew that Virgil understood him just as well as if he’d said anything else.

They were twins; they had a language.

“Do you want to go home?” Logan asked gently. “I can text Ro or call Dad. They won’t make you stay today.”

“Can you-” Virgil hesitated. “Can you do both? I want everybody. Please.”

“Of course, V. We can head down to the office after I call, okay?” Virgil nodded sedately, so Logan pulled out his phone and called Dad. The conversation was quick, only a few minutes long in which Logan did not delve into any details, only said that Virgil needed to go home and to come quick because it was important. The text he sent to Ro was even less specific. It said that Virgil had to leave and please come to the office now.

Logan did not care for tact; his family was hurting and he would minimize that hurt however possible.

The bell rang just as Logan hit send on his text. “Do you want to head down now or wait for the hallways to clear first?”

“Let’s just go,” Virgil said. “I’d rather wait in the office than the bathroom. It’s fucking nasty in here.” He forced a smile at Logan, and Logan could see the tears in his eyes that he wouldn’t shed until he was somewhere safe, and he nodded.

“Alright. Let’s go.” They headed out of the bathroom side by side, and Logan kept one eye on Virgil as they navigated the flooding halls. He was still shaking, hunching into his jacket and keeping his head down. Logan wanted to do something to help, offer more tactile comfort and words that would ease the betrayal or an emotion that would make the love hurt less, but he couldn’t and he knew he couldn’t.

Until something unfortunate happened.

“Virgil? Baby, what are you doing?” said Evan. Virgil flinched and curled into himself more. Logan turned just enough that Evan would see every bit of derision on his face.

“He broke up with your adultering ass, go fuck yourself,” he spat, and pulled Virgil along even quicker. He could see Ro in the office, waiting for them. Evan followed them a few feet down the hall, defending himself but not, Logan noticed, denying it. He grit his teeth and tried to drown it out for Virgil’s sake. He did not want to cause a scene here and make it any worse on Virgil than it had to be.

Until Evan said prude little tease, and that was the last mistake he’d make in regards to the Sanders. There were not words to describe the rage clawing up Logan’s throat, but there sure as fuck were actions.

Logan spun like a centrifuge and blasted Evan in the face with every ounce of anger and hatred and betrayal that he and Virgil felt. Evan hit the ground with a groan, dazed, but Logan wasn’t done yet. He jumped after him and what came next was a blur of fists and blood and anger, and Logan wasn’t aware of much else until he was pulled off of Evan, new pain in his face and barring his teeth like an animal. Evan cowered away from him on the ground, and Logan felt a sick sense of satisfaction. Fuck with my brother? he thought, I think the fuck not.

Logan ended up in a chair in the office, explaining what happened with Evan to Ro and waiting on the principal to see him and wishing Dad were there already. Ro started fretting over him and Virgil both, and then dramatically lamenting the fact that she had not been there herself to give Logan a hand. (This, Logan knew was partly for genuine desire to have gotten some revenge for Virgil, but mostly for the tired, tiny smile it got out of Virgil. Any positive emotion was a good thing.) Virgil wasn’t talking, but he wasn’t crying either so Logan just held his hand and waited. Virgil hadn’t spoken since the fight, and Logan had no plans on forcing him after the day had gone from bad to worse in awful ways.

Minutes into their wait, Dad rushed through the office doors. His eyes lit first on Virgil, and then on Logan. Logan is where they stayed, widening in surprise and confusion. This was, admittedly, probably not the sight he’d been expecting when Logan had called.

“Are you okay?” Dad asked. He crouched in front of Logan and gently prodded at Logan’s face. Logan could tell there would be bruises.

“I am fine,” Logan assured him, voice even and steady. “Evan cheated on Virgil, and then felt the need to insult him and insinuate it was Virgil’s fault on top of it. I may have, uh-”

“Beat his ass in the most spectacularly deserved way I have ever seen,” Ro said.

“Evan did what?” Dad asked. Virgil whimpered quietly. Dad’s eyes went soft. “Oh, Virge, I’m so sorry, kiddo.” Virgil lunged into Dad’s arms, tears streaming down his face again. Dad caught him and held him. Logan relaxed into the shitty plastic chair and leaned on Ro.

“Doing okay, specs?” she asked quietly. Logan nodded. “Good. I’m glad someone gave Evan his just desserts.” He snorted.

“It has been an incredibly long day,” Logan said. “I think we should all take a nap and deal with the fall out at a to-be-determined date.”

“Logan Sanders?” said the principal. “Come in.” Logan sighed, and Dad followed him into the office for the last discussion Logan felt like having. In the end, Logan had a week’s suspension. Evan was not suspended, but he also wouldn’t look any of them in the face and Logan took great enjoyment in staring him down, much to the principal’s displeasure. He warned Logan a second offense would be a lot worse than a week of in-school suspension. Logan nodded amicably and they were released.

At home, Virgil went to his room to sleep the second they walked in the door. He insisted he just wanted to be alone for a while, so Logan followed Dad and Ro into the kitchen. Likely, Dad was going to have a lot to say about the fight. He didn’t approve of violence in almost any capacity, and Logan was not sure whether or not Virgil’s problem would qualify as an exception.

He decided to justify himself before Dad made his judgements. “I understand that what I did was violent and not the only course of action-not even necessarily the correct course of action, and I am aware that other things could have been done to avoid this outcome. However, I just want-”

“I’m proud of you,” Dad said, and Logan froze. Ro also froze, yogurt halfway to her mouth. “It’s very hard to stand up for the people we love, and you protected Virgil from someone who was trying to hurt him. You did a good job, Logan, and you’re an amazing brother. I’m very, very proud of you.” Logan didn’t tear up from relief and love, and Dad pulled him into a hug. When he was done not-crying, Logan withdrew.

“Now, there were other ways to handle the situation, but you did good with what you had. But that’s a conversation for another time. Sit at that table right now, mister, and let’s get you some ice,” Dad said. He shooed Logan to his seat. “I am going to make some tea for all of us, and we’ll take a mug up to Virgil if he’s awake, and we can talk about everything that happened tomorrow, okay?”

Logan figured that was probably for the best. If he repeated what Virgil had told him, he might go over to Evan’s house and see about finishing what he’d started. Instead, though, he lured his brother to the living room and they all drank warm tea and watched Frozen. And they were exhausted, but Virgil managed another smile, and that was good enough for one day.

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Katsuki Bakugou- Cruel Prankster (Part 2) FLUFF AS FUCK

REQUEST FROM PROMPT LIST- RIGHT HERE!

This is dedicated to a special reader who has informed me that if this doesn’t get a part two, they’d be very sad and I can’t have any sad people on my watch, it’s just not right, SOOOOOOOO HERE WE ARE You know who you are and this is for you!

I wasn’t planning a part 2 but I did this last minute especially for you reader person!

Also if you’ve requested, and haven’t seen it up yet. It’s still in my drafts, and I’ll get to it, I swear! Are you really for the cutest, most fluffy, most heart vomit filled imagine you have ever read! ARE YOU!?!?!?

READ PART 1 HERE!!

Leggo!

...

You walked through the halls, clutching your books to your chest. No one had really gotten over that incident and it was still the talk of the student body. People had noticed how you weren’t as cheery or bubbly. You were just kind of there, you smiled politely when people would say hi to you, but that was it.

“Hi Y/N!” Izuku smiled in your direction.

“Hi Izuku.” you smiled politely, continuing to walk down the hall. You had just wanted to get to the library. You didn’t really want to be bothered. You couldn’t stop thinking about that kiss with Bakugou and why he had done it. You could still hear his voice in your head too. You were sort of distraught in a way too.

First he drenches you in who knows what, then he brings you a lunch box and then claims to not care, but then says your quirk would suffer as if he did care, then the fool kisses you.

“Why are boys so stupid.” you huffed, walking into the library. You found yourself a nice little corner. You had gotten a pass to get out of classes today in preparation for an exam you had, which meant you had the entire library to yourself all day. (idk if it works that way but just pretend peeps)

You sat down with your books and opened them all, preparing to submerge yourself in your studies. It was a good thing too, this meant you could also avoid Bakugou with ease.

Meanwhile...

“Where’s Y/N?” Momo whispered to the group of girls she was sitting with.

“I heard she got out of classes today to go to the library and study for a huge exam.” Mina replied. “She’ll be out of class for the day.”

“This means must a lot to her. I asked her if she wanted to eat lunch with me today and she told me-...do you mind?” Uraraka raised an eyebrow at Bakugou who seemed to be listening a bit too hard.

“What did she say to you?” Bakugou demanded an answer.

“She said she’d see if she could make it, but she didn’t want to bump into a certain someone on the way.” she scoffed in reply. “She would like to keep her focus without another incident.”

Bakugou scoffed, people were still talking about this! He had made another lunch box for you, but knowing the type of person you were, you’d probably hide.

Bakugou racked his brain, why did he kiss you! You of all people! He questioned why he even made that stupid lunch box in the first place. If you weren’t such a brat, none of this would happen! ARGH!

...

It was lunch time and you had decided to take Uraraka up on her invitation to have lunch with her. Of course you didn’t pack your own lunch, so just sitting to have a nice chat would do. You waved over, grabbing her attention.

“Hey Y/N!!” your friend waved you over. “I’m glad you made it. We saved you a seat!” The other girls at the table waved, obviously glad to see you.

You smiled your usual big smile and began walking over to them, only to feel something grab your hand and pull you to another table. You were surprised to see it was Bakugou pulling you along.

“Hey! Woah!” you whined, watching as everyone stared in confusion. You were sat down on one of the benches and a lunch box was set down in front of you. Bakugou sat across from you without another word.

“Eat.” he said, making you raise a brow.

“Any reason why you’re pulling me away from my friends?”

“OH SO I’M NOT A FRIEND?!”

“I don’t know.” you replied flatly, pushing the lunchbox back towards him. “I don’t know if you know this but we aren’t exactly great pals.”

“Stop being difficult! I know you didn’t eat all day, stupid.” he pushed the box back towards you. “So not only is your stupid quirk gonna suffer but you’re also gonna fail that exam!”

“How did you know about my exam?” you asked. “I didn’t tell you that.”

“Nevermind how I know. I’m not letting you leave until you eat every last bit!” he pointed accusingly. “Stop neglecting your health stupid!”

“If it will get you off my back.” you sighed, opening the box. You were welcomed by all kinds of good smells. Bakugou watched intently as you begrudgingly picked up the pair of chopsticks and picked at the first thing you saw.

“I’ll be right back.” he said quickly, getting up. He soon came back with a bottle of fruit juice, which weirdly happened to be your favorite. “Here, it’ll help you focus more.” he mumbled as he got out his own lunch...which looked burnt to a crisp.

“You aren’t eating that, are you?” you raised an eyebrow. It looks like you cooked that in a volcano.

“Hey! The burn makes it healthier!” he said defensively. He grabbed what you thought was an...egg? Maybe a pickled cucumber? Whatever it was he ate it, and obvious tried not to act disgusted. “See! Delicious!”

“Or deadlier.” you mumbled, pushing the lunchbox towards him. “Here, take some of mine.”

“What?! N-no, stupid!” he retorted. “I made it for you!”

“Yeah, you also made way too much, there’s no way I can finish this alone.” you rolled your eyes. “Plus I saw your face scrunch up when you opened that box.” you laughed.

“s-shut up! T-thanks...I guess.” he mumbled, before digging his own chopsticks into your lunch box. He picked up a rice ball. You smiled in victory picking up your own rice ball. You took note of the cute little face on it.

Bakugou knew you had a thing for drawing cute faces on everything you owned, while it was very stupid and childish and a total waste of his time, he kinda wanted to make you you appreciated the lunch he made, so he took the extra time to match it to your personality.

“They’re sharing her lunch! That is so cute!”

“Are they together?”

“Bakugou and Y/N, talk about polar opposites.”

“Didn’t he pull that really mean prank on her, why are they sitting together?”

“I heard Bakugou likes Y/N.”

“Ooh mine!” you picked up a piece of carrot before Bakugou could reach for it.

“Hey! I was gonna get that!” Bakugou whined.

“Snooze you lose, time bomb.” you stuck your tongue out. You didn’t see it, but Bakugou shook his head, quietly laughing at you...in his head of course because why would he smile in front of you. “My carrot.” you mumbled.

“...So how are your studies.”

“...Fine.” you replied, looking up. “I’m nervous...about this exam.”

“I’m sure you’ll pass, your one of the smartest.” Bakugou said casually. “Stop doubting yourself, stupid!” he said a little too fast, as if he had to remember to say that.

“T-thanks Bakugou.” you replied. He had never sounded so nice before, you weren’t sure what it was but it felt...more important hearing it from him.

“Don’t even think about touch that omelette roll.” you warned as Bakugou reached his chopsticks for the last thing in the lunch box, other than the bed of lettuce.

“You already had one!” he shot back. “So it’s mine.”

“Nonono because you hogged most of the seaweed and ate both of the octopus-hotdog...things” you trailed off, sounding silly. “This is mine sir!” you pointed at him. “I will fight you for that omelette” You challenged.

“Fine! But next time you’re bringing lunch. I’m tired of cooking for you.”

Okay he was lying, he actually didn’t hate seeing you enjoy something he made, it kinda made him wanna make more things for you. Only out of pity because seeing you in a bad mood made everyone sad...yeah that’s it.

Instead of retorting with a smart ass remark...you giggled. “Sounds like a plan.” you gave a thumbs up, skipping off. “I’ll make sure to make it super tasty.”

“You’d better!” he mumbled.

You smiled in victory as you stood up.

“Wait!” Bakugou stood up after you and approached you. He tilted your face up and leaned down towards you. He quickly leaned you and gave you a super quick peck. “I-I’ll see you around....THIS DOESN’T MAKE US FRIENDS, GOT IT?!”

“Y-yeah...totally.” you nodded, reaching your fingertips to touch your lips.

...

“BAKUGOU!” You bolted down the hall. You needed to tell someone the good news, anyone! Knowing your luck, it would be the last person you’d expect to bump into, which turned into the first as of late.

“Argh what do you want stupid!? You’re pounding my ear drums!”

“I PASSED!” You began jumping up and down. “I passed my exam!”

“I don’t know why you’re so happy, I told you that you would!” he barked back. “Stupid...” he rolled his eyes. He wouldn’t admit it, but it was kind of cute seeing you get all giddy.

“I know but-”

“But nothing! I said you were one of the smartest in the entire class stupid!” he rolled his eyes. “Why are you so annoying....congratulations I guess.” he mumbled.

“Oh yeah, and as promised!” you announced. “TA-DA!” You held up the lunch box you had promised you’d made. “That lunch I promised!” You held out the box towards him.

“Oh, so you finally hold up your end of the deal!” he rolled his eyes. “Come on.” he held out his hand.

“...What??” you raised an eyebrow, staring at his had as if you’ve never seen a hand in your life.

“What does it look like!? We’re eating together! ...Now shut up and take my hand” Bakugou rolled his eyes and grabbed your hand, practically dragging you through the halls. You followed him as Bakugou’s hand tightened around yours.

“Are Bakugou and Y/N together?”

“They have to be!”

“She could do so much better!”

“Are you kidding, Bakugou’s threatened any guy who walked towards Y/N since she transferred here.”

Everyone watched and you gave Bakugou a pair of chopsticks and how he rolled his eyes but took them anyways. It made them wonder how you were able to forgive him to quickly or how he was able to put aside that weird short-lived hatred for you that no one understood why he had in the first place.

“Do you think they like eachother?”

“No way.”

“ARGH! you idiot!” Bakugou yelled.

“See, he’s gonna-”

“Why are you so messy!” he sighed, grabbing a napkin and wiping the side of your mouth. “Geez, you’d think to be so graceful you’d at least have table manners!”

“Sorry.” you felt your face heat up as Bakugou wiped the side of your mouth.

Definitely, he definitely liked you.

(PART 2, DUNZO!! I HOPE THIS MADE YOUR DAY KIND REQUEST PERSON! I HOPE YOU AREN’T SAD ANYMORE BECAUSE I DID THIS JUST FOR YOU!!

Okay what do you BNHA lovers want more, confessing to Todoroki, being the new kid in class, or Izuku confessing to you, I have no idea,

I just don’t want my entire blog to be kpop stuff so even if you don’t like BNHA, I write for a lot of other animes too so just let me know [extra points if its Fairytail, Diabolik Lovers, Attack On Titan, or Naruto because Kakashi can have some of this...ya dig? Older men in anime bring out my inner hoe, I am so sorry about but not really)

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Adopt a Pumpkin

@bnha-halloween2019 | Day 5: Pumpkin Patch | Bakugou x Koge (OC), ft. Matsuki, Natsuki and Atsuki (OCs)| Teen | Cursing, Cute Family Fluff

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“I’m gonna find the bestest pumpkin!” Atsuki cried out excitedly, kicking his legs so aggressively in his happiness that he was nearly able to move his car seat about, even though it was strapped down tightly. “Huge!”

“You can’t get too big of one, Atsu, it has to fit in the trunk. Or, all five of ours have to fit, so we have to be equal-ish. Right, Daddy?” Natsuki leaned forward, gripping onto the shoulders of the driver’s side seat where her father was sitting. Only half paying attention to the conversation, Bakugou glanced into the backseat through the rear view mirror, noticing that his two youngest children where gazing at him expectantly.

“What’s that, squid?”

“Yes, baby.” Koge answered for him, turning a bit in the passengers side seat to address her children directly. “We all have to get normal sized pumpkins. Nothing giant, though if you really want a tiny one, then that’s fine. But only one each.”

“How big?” Atsuki’s crimson gaze moved to look at his hands as he tried to measure the length of the pumpkin, as accurately as a four year old could. “Twenty feet?”

Natsuki scoffed, flopping back to sit normally. “Twenty feet is too big! Daddy, how big is twenty feet?” Bakugou furrowed his brow at the question, unable to really think of an example to give his children. They were always so curious, so full of questions and odd conversations that he was completely unsure of what to even answer half of the time in a way that they would understand. As such, he had become quite adept at deflecting when it came to stuff he didn’t know.

“Natsu, we aren’t measuring in feet, we’re measuring in inches. We aren’t even going to measure them, we’re just looking at how big they are. And if they’re in good condition so they hold up when we carve them.” Bakugou kept his eyes on the road as he took a left turn, following the signs to the pumpkin patch they had decided on visiting. This was Atsuki’s first Halloween where he could really participate in an independent way, and so Koge and Bakugou had decided that this would be the perfect first event. Later would be his costume, though he had already settled on being an octopus for… some odd reason.

Natsuki nodded in understanding of her fathers argument, turning her attention to look out of her window. “My pumpkin has to be perfect so that I can make it scary! I want it to have fangs and evil eyes!”

“Me too, me too!” Atsuki cried out in his typical excited squeal, always hell bent on copying his siblings on anything that he could. Koge smiled, reaching back to tickle his feet, making him giggle.

“So two scary pumpkins, huh? I think mine will be cute. What about you Matsuki?” As Koge addressed her oldest son, she turned back to sit normally in her chair, hearing the pages of his book crinkle as he put it down to answer her. He was always the quiet type, stuck in his fantasy worlds during drives while his siblings caused enough ruckus to give anyone a migraine. How he could focus on reading with two obnoxious children beside him was something Koge could never understand, though she sure did wish he’d teach her his tricks.

Noticing they were getting close to their destination anyway, Matsuki placed his bookmark and closed his book, shoving it into the pouch on the back of the passenger’s side seat. “Well, I was thinking about painting mine instead of carving it. I’m… not so good at carving. The knives and stuff make me a little nervous.”

“Matsu, if you wanna be a doctor, you gotta get over being scared of knives.” Natsuki huffed as she fumbled with Atsuki’s shoes, trying to get them back on the constantly wiggling toddler. “How are you gonna do surgery on people if you’re scared?”

“Natsuki.” Bakugou grumbled in his typical ‘dad voice’, instantly getting Natsuki to pause and realize how bad she had sounded. She mumbled an apology to Matsuki, who took it with a smile and a small shake of his head.

“It’s alright, she isn’t wrong. But I just like to paint, so I thought I’d do it on the pumpkin.” The preteen gave a stretch, glad to know that soon he would be out of the car and not squished between the door and a car seat. “I was thinking about doing a monster. But a funny one.”

“I think that would be amazing, baby.” Koge turned her gaze up to her husband, who took a quick glance at her in return. “And what about you, hm?”

Bakugou sighed as he thought, giving a small shrug. “I have no idea. I’m sure I’ll think of something. But no matter what, mine’s gonna be the best.” A smirk crossed his lips as he directed the challenge towards his children, instantly gaining a gasp from his just as competitive daughter.

“No way Daddy! Mine will be the best!”

“No, no! Mine!”

Giving a chuckle as his two youngest went at it with a back and forth argument, Bakugou pulled the car into the pumpkin patch parking lot, which was really just a large rectangle of pebbles with a rickety wooden fence border. There were only a couple of other cars there, which made Bakugou feel better about not having to deal with a huge crowd. “Is there an entrance fee, Utsuro?”

“Mhmm.” Koge responded, able to see the sign near the entrance. “Looks like 500 yen per car. So just that much for all of us. Not bad.” As the car stopped, Koge got out, need to wrangle up the youngest before he took off without them.

With an annoyed grunt, Bakugou turned off the car and got out himself, placing his hand onto Natsukis head once she bounced out as well. Squatting down, he kept her attention, keeping his hand firmly in place. “Remember what we talked about. There’s a time and place for horsing around…?”

“And this is not it.” Natsuki finished the sentence, nodding in understanding. “Don’t worry Daddy, I’ll behave and I’ll help watch Atsu.” She burst out into giggles as Bakugou place a rough and playful kiss on her cheek, joined in with a ruffle of her already messy hair as he stood.

“That’s my girl. Now go on. I’m going to trust you to pick a pumpkin for me, too, okay?”

“Yes, sir!” With that, Natsuki bounded off after her older brother, who was waiting patiently by the entrance to the main farm area. Meeting up with Koge who held Atsuki on her hip, he took a moment to glance around the area, as he typically did for any new place he took his family to. It was a mostly unconscious need to scan the area for any dangers, but all he saw was a pleasant large field of hundreds of pumpkins. Thankfully, the entire area was secured with a fence, as was the small petting zoo they had off to the side. There were very few people about at this time of the day, as they had decided to go closer to dusk so they could have a literal time limit on how long they would be there. Bakugou and Koge both knew that their children could spend forever in a place like this, and dragging them home wasn’t going to be an easy task.

“Seems like a nice place.” Koge spoke softly, probably doing the exact same thing that he had been. She took his free hand into hers, tenderly lacing their fingers as they made their way to the entrance. “We’ll probably have children that smell like goats by the time we leave. You know they won’t be able to resist the-”

“Goats!” Atsuki cried out, pointing towards the petting zoo. “Mama, Daddy, look! Goats! And chickens!” He gave a couple excited bounces, though Koge was able to keep a good hold on him. “Can I pet? Can I pet them?”

“I’m sorry baby, you know that you’re allergic to them like Mommy is. We can pet the chickens and the pigs, but we can’t pet the goats, okay?”

“Yay! I like chickens more than goats. But they’re not for food, right?”

Bakugou chuckled, digging through his coat pocket to pull out the extra 500 yen to pay for entry. “No squid, these are pets. So you treat them nicely, like Socket and the other rats.”

“Yes, Daddy. I wish Socket could have come with us, she likes going on car rides.” Atsuki watched his father closely as Bakugou handed the money to the person at the entrance, thinking fondly of the family’s pet rats at home. “She could have been best friends with the chickens.”

“I’m sure she would have loved it, baby.” Koge shifted Atsuki off her hip and put him carefully on the floor next to his sister, who was nearly bursting out of her skin with excitement. After the fee was paid, the attendant opened up the entrance gate, allowing the family inside. At first, Natsuki and Atsuki both hung back anxiously, glancing up at their parents as they awaited those words.

With a smile, Koge released Bakugou’s hand and instead put her arm around his waist, cuddling into his side as his arm rested over her shoulders. “Go on then, little gremlins! Go find your pumpkins!” Excitedly, the two youngest took off running, with Matsuki following as he took on the role of babysitter as he usually did, even without directions to do so. With a happy sigh, Koge lied her head against Bakugou’s shoulder, walking with him through the rows of pumpkins and hay. “I always love this time of year… So much fun stuff for us to do together.”

Bakugou gave his typical soft grunt in agreement, shoving his free hand into his coat pocket. “The kiddos sure do love it. At least I think Matsu does? He’s so damn mellow I can’t ever tell if he’s enjoying himself or not.”

Koge giggled softly, carefully stepping over a tiny pumpkin that was in her way. “Of course he is. He’s just getting older, you know, to where more childish things like this don’t really entertain him as much as they used to.”

“You think this is childish, Utsuro?”

“I- well, no, not necessarily. I mean, unless you’re just having the time of your life, we can consider this a total adult centered event. Just needs some wine.” Bringing their walking to a stop, she moved to stand in front of him, wrapping both arms around him. “Thank you for taking the day off to come out here. I know it’s not easy to get away.”

Bakugou leaned in to kiss her sweetly, one hand on her side while the other caressed the back of her neck softly. “I wouldn’t miss it. Besides, tomorrow morning my parents are coming to pick them up for the weekend. So guess what?”

Koge smiled, feeling her face flush from the snarky smirk that crossed his lips. “You took the whole weekend off, too?”

“The whole weekend. So I get you all to myself.” Bakugou kissed her again, letting his fingers run through her hair. “Then we’ll really have an adult centered event. And a lot of wine.” Before he could move in to kiss her again, the pitter-patter of speedy little child feet caught his attention, looking down as Atsuki came running up to them, holding something against his chest.

“Mama, Daddy, I found my pumpkin!” He stopped next to them, huffing and puffing from running. Released her husband, Koge squatted down in front of Atsuki, resting her arms on her knees. “Oh yeah? What’cha got there?”

Holding out his arms, he presented Koge with quite the tiny and pathetic looking pumpkin, which was only slightly bigger than her own palm. Confused, Koge took the tiny pumpkin, looking it over a bit. “You mean this?”

Atsuki nodded, placing a tiny finger on the pumpkin. “Yeah. It’s so tiny, no one else would pick it. I wanted to take it home.”

“You feel bad for it?”

“Uh huh. It was covered with hay. It’s sad.” The child took the pumpkin back from her, turning it over in his hands a bit. “I want to give it a nice house to grow up in.”

After sharing a quick glance with Bakugou, Koge smiled at her son, gently pulling him closer so she could give him a tender kiss on the cheek. “You know what? How about we adopt this pumpkin as a family and take it home. You go pick another bigger pumpkin to carve, okay?”

“Really? It’s okay?” Atsuki turned his gaze up to his father, who gave a nod in agreement. Wide smile on his lips, the child handed Koge back the little pumpkin. “Will you protect it, Mommy? Natsuki laughed at it, I think it likes you more.” Taking the pumpkin and standing, Koge held it carefully.

“Of course, baby. I’ll make sure it’s nice and safe. Now go on and pick your carving pumpkin before it gets too chilly.” With her promise to protect his new friend, Atsuki ran back off towards his sister, who was gazing up at the biggest pumpkin in the patch, which was even bigger than her. Placing the pumpkin into her coat pocket, Koge turned her attention back to Bakugou, who was looking down at her with an amused smile.

“Adopt it, huh?”

“What else could I say? That was the cutest thing ever, Katsuki, don’t even try to deny it.” Hooking her arm with his, she started to head towards their children. Bakugou nodded as he followed her, though the smile didn’t fade from his lips.

“Nah, I would have agreed, too. It was cute. That little turd has some softness in him. He’s like a mix of Matsu and Natsu with a shit ton of energy and craziness, but enough empathy to feel bad for a fucking pumpkin of all things. Hey- Natsuki! Get of that pumpkin!” Bakugou interrupted his own sentence to bark at his daughter, who was standing on the large pumpkin. Being caught, Natsuki instead sat down on it, waving towards her parents.

“Wait, Daddy, come take a picture with me on it! This pumpkin is huge! Like, it’s as big as your head!”

Koge couldn’t help but laugh, covering her lips with her fingers as she released Bakugou’s arm to get her phone out of her pocket. “Oh my goodness. I wonder… your physical or metaphorical big head?”

With a scoff, Bakugou gave Koge’s backside a rough pinch, making her squeal and hop away from him to avoid any further punishment. “O-ow! I was just joking!”

“Your joking deserves a pinch.” He stopped next to the pumpkin when they reached it, looking at Natsuki as she was nearly eye level with him now. “You promised me you wouldn’t play around, Natsu.”

“But Daddy, the sign says it’s okay!” Natsuki pointed to the sign beside the pumpkin, which indeed indicated that it was okay for pictures and for small children to sit on. With a grumble, Bakugou ruffled her hair, making her giggle in victory.

“You’re too smart for your own good, squid.”

“Okay!” Koge held up her phone to take a picture, even though she had been secretly taking them the entire time Bakugou and Natsuki had been conversing. “Get together around the pumpkin!” As her children and husband all posed appropriately, Koge snapped who knows how many pictures, before setting the timer and propping it up against other pumpkins. “Now with me in it…” In a rush, she hopped over to stand with Matsuki.

The rest of the evening went like this, with laughter, pictures and treasured family moments abundant. Before the sun set under the horizon, they had their pumpkins loaded into the car and new friends made in various forms, from the friendly farm animals, to neglected baby pumpkins, to a scarecrow that Natsuki appropriately named Ugly Hay Face. By the time the family got settled back into the car, Atsuki was yawning like mad and Natsuki was picking hay out of her hair, tossing it out the window.

With a sigh, Koge bucked her own seat belt, leaning her head back against the seat to smile up at Bakugou. “I think that was a successful event.”

Bakugou nodded, giving her a small smile of his own. “I think so, too. No real casualties. Except for that chicken that thought my hair was hay for whatever reason.”

Koge giggled, rubbing his arm gently. “It does kind of look like hay, love.” Hearing her name from her youngest child, Koge turned her attention to him, first met with outstretched hands.

“Mommy, can I please have the baby pumpkin?”

“Oh,” Koge removed the little thing from her pocket, placing it into his carefully. “Of course, baby. Be careful with it.”

Atsuki cradled the pumpkin to his chest, holding it tenderly. “I will. I think it’s the best pumpkin in the whole world. Even better than the big one.”

“Me too. Definitely the best in the entire patch. Now, how about we get home. Gotta prepare you three for Grandma Bakugou’s house this weekend. Natsuki, baby, don’t throw the hay on the floorboards! How’d you even get that dirty?”

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oumiyuki · 5 years

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Yoshiko’s Lucky(?) Day

Summary: Yoshiko has always been unlucky. She still believes she is. But is she really unlucky when she keeps ending up where You is?

Pairing: Yoshiko x You

Genre: Romance, Fluff, Humour

Words: 1098

Read me at fanfiction.net or AO3 too~

Author Notes

So I’ve got this desire for YouYoshi for a while now…And I had this idea for that a while now… Finally got to writing it. (*pointedly looks at ChikaYou/AnShuka* Stop distracting me.

*ChikaYou/AnShuka being themselves*

… Okay, distract me.)

M-May you enjoy! :D

Yoshiko woke up to the worst hair day she ever had. Her usually straight hair was curled up and messy and somehow tangled with itself wherever it could; she looks like an octopus on its bad day. The bluenette sighs, used to this sort of not so pleasant situations, she heads to the bathroom to get her hair back to proper before she’s late for school.

Yoshiko is running late. Her hair gave her troubles, the toothpaste took an eternity to be squeezed, the milk carton was leaking and even her socks tried to give her a hard time when she had less than five minutes to run for the bus.

Ahh!! How unlucky can I get?!

Not a minute after, Yoshiko frowns and shakes her head as she ran.

Okay. Sorry, scratch that. I didn’t ask that. No, no, no, no. Please don’t tell me I jinxed my already bad luck to worsen!

Barely remembering to turn the bend, Yoshiko had to take the extra effort in steering her entire body to go left.

That’s…not possible, right?

Yoshiko was never the best at running. And she almost felt like crying when there was no one boarding the bus to keep it there, and the last warning beep to tell that the bus’s door was closing rings. Yoshiko, out of breath, tries to call for the bus driver to wait. “Please…wait…” Yoshiko could barely hear her own plea!

Is this it? Will I be late for school..?

Somehow, the bus did not go off and Yoshiko climbed the few steps like she made it up half of Mount Everest. “T-Thank you…” The first-year wheezed while the driver gives her a friendly nod.

That was...way too much...running...in the morn--

Yoshiko barely finishes her out of breath thoughts when she trips on her own feet and the bus turns, sending Yoshiko flying forwards and landing face first onto the person seated at the back row.

Arkk- ...soft..?

Yoshiko moves her head so that she could open her eyes. Opening her eyes however brings her the sight of the familiar grey skirt and Yoshiko knew what her face is lying on.

This is someone's lap!

Yoshiko closes her eyes again, frowning, contemplating what her next move should be. Pretend to be a bit disoriented and in pain from the fall? Or get up at light speed and rush for another seat in the front of the bus?

They are from Urajou too. I might be recognized and then hated and ostracized! And worst..! What if because of me, it affects Aqours' reputation too!?

While Yoshiko was considering all the bad things that could happen because she fell into someone's lap, face first, and unintentionally, the girl with the firm and comfy thighs taps Yoshiko's shoulders.

"Yoshiko-chan..? You alright?"

I'm caught! There's no escape! And she knows my name too!

Wait.

She knows my name too..? And her voice...

Yoshiko turns her head again, dares to open her eyes and see who she's "taking advantage of" at the moment. "Y-You?"

The ash-brunette gives Yoshiko a slight smile. "Uh-huh. You alright? You've been stuck, um...lying there for a while now."

Stuck... on your lap...on You's lap..! Argwahhhh!

Yoshiko shrieks in her mind and props herself up clumsily to sit beside You instead of those addictively comfy laps. "I...I'm okay."

You nods once. "That's good. You looked like you were about to pass out anytime while running for the bus after all." You chuckles at the memory.

While running..?

"You saw me!?"

You grins. "Why do you think the bus waited, huh~?"

So it wasn't my luck but thanks to You... Well...

Yoshiko looks away, slightly embarrassed for being seen running so unglamorously. "Thank you..."

I guess this means I’m lucky..?

With You beside her, Yoshiko makes it to the school idol clubroom and then to the rooftop for morning practice without any other situations which the bluenette would file under bad luck.

“1, 2, 3, 4. 1, 2, 3, 4. Alright.” Kanan claps her hand twice with a smile. “We’ll take a break here. Good job keeping up with this morning’s practice, everyone.”

A myriad of reactions sounded from each Aqours members; ranging from cheers and sighs and heavy breathing. In her peripheral, Yoshiko sees that Mari immediately skips over to where Kanan is. Dia passes a bottle of water to Ruby who was sweaty and panting to the left of the roof. Chika was talking between breaths to You and Riko who both looked rather unfazed by the hard work out they just did.

You is seriously fit… no surprise there though…

Yoshiko herself drops her hands to her knees as she catches her breath, staring at the swimmer’s back profile, a few deep breaths later Yoshiko spots a coin, 100 yen on the floor close to You.

Extra cash for my ritual props!

The fallen angel bends over to pick up the coin but just as her fingers touch the metal, Hanamaru bumps into her when the brunette was stumbling over to Ruby, causing Yoshiko to lose her balance and got propelled face first into You’s butt.

“WHA-!” Yoshiko’s hands reach up to grab onto her senior’s thighs for support so as to not fall further.

Oh no, oh no, oh no!!

You jolts in surprise and lets out a yelp but doesn’t move away as she could guess that the person who fell onto her and was gripping her thighs tightly would fall further and get injured if she did move away.

My face in in You’s butt. My face is- You’s butt is- ?!?!?!

“S-S-S-Sorry!” Yoshiko stammers as she moves her face away from her senior’s pert behind.

Mari smirks from the side, having turned to look when she heard Yoshiko’s squeal. “You sure took your time down there, Yoshiko~ Like what you found~?”

GEH! Mari!!

The blonde laughs gleefully much to Yoshiko’s chagrin and absolutely red face. “I-I didn’t!”

You chuckles awkwardly, now facing the first-year too to make sure she was alright. “It’s okay, Yoshiko-chan. I don’t mind.”

Eh??

Mari wolf whistles and the fallen angel’s face was a fireworks show. “Mari!!”

No, wait. You doesn’t mind?? Does that mean she’d let anyone feel her…feel her…godly butt..?

Yoshiko didn’t know everyone was staring at her shake her head from side to side and mumbling to herself. You heard the word ‘butt’ mumbled, blushes, but chose not to point that out; she’d get embarrassed and Yoshiko might run away after all.

You’s but…felt really nice…

Yoshiko subconsciously puts a hand over her heart.

Am I lucky or what..?

Author Notes

And Yoshiko’s lucky(?) day isn’t over yet! But I wanna share something for her birthday so I’ll continue it in part 2! XD hehe~

It’s just nice where I planned for another 2 lucky moments after all! *O*

Happy Birhday my Fallen Angel! ;D I’m sure you’re enjoying it lots with all of Aqours and You-chan~ XD

Leave a comment if you like~ ;P you can even try to guess how Yoshiko is gonna get lucky in the next part. Wahaha.

That lucky-sukebe~ ;D

See you all soon! *w*

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fredheads · 5 years

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me? trying to shake off the cobwebs by writing pool smut? ending up with different smut instead? its more likely than you think.

pool smut is coming. i swear.

don’t click the read more if you don’t want to see exactly what i just described. @fredsythe

When Fred's seemingly endless search for a summer job had led him to lifeguarding at the town pool, FP had assumed that he would be out of a job again within the month.

It wasn't that he didn't have faith in his best friend’s ability to perform rescues and remove splinters and keep little kids from wiping out on the deck. It was more the question of whether Fred, already mopey because all the lifeguarding slots at the public beach had been full, had the patience to go through with the training once he learned how few babes (his self-professed reason for coveting the position) frequented the small outdoor pool in the centre of town.

Surprisingly, FP couldn't have been more wrong. Fred adored being outside for hours in the sun, and his firm-but-friendly way with the kids meant the denizens of the public pool were happier and more well behaved than FP had seen it in years. He'd also accumulated a gaggle of adoring preteen admirers who served as a kind of miniature pool patrol, snapping at kids to walk, not run, and ensuring Fred had very little to do at work but wave at eight-year-olds and soak up the season.

Not that he didn't take it seriously. It was astonishing - and adorable - to watch Fred treat the position with reverence, wearing his plastic red whistle as seriously as a lieutenant and even snapping at FP for littering once while he was visiting Fred at work. That Fred had once been the most obnoxious, rule-breaking nine-year-old at this exact pool was completely forgotten.

“Man, they love you,” FP comments from the base of the lifeguard tower as he watches a girl of about twelve rush back to her mother's waiting minivan. She'd just presented Fred with a homemade friendship bracelet that he was laboriously tying on his wrist, as importantly as one might perform surgery.

“Who, Stacy?” Fred replies, admiring his wrist. “She's the sweetest kid.” He drops his voice to a whisper, leaning down a bit from his chair toward FP. “And her older sister's a total bombshell.”

Ah, there they were. The babes. FP scowls and stares at the lapping turquoise water. Fred Andrews could find a girl to hit on in the middle of the desert. And she'd want him back. And have an annoying friend for FP, so he couldn't complain.

“When are you off?” He asks, shielding his eyes from the sun and taking the excuse to gaze up at his friend. He never got tired of seeing Fred in uniform - if a tiny pair of red swim trunks that clutched his thighs for dear life could be considered a uniform. There was a matching tank top, but Fred never wore it. His red whistle was nestled snugly against his blond chest hair.

“Right now.” Another lifeguard is approaching them from the changerooms, and FP raises his hand to wave at Sierra. His classmate had no reason to resent her job at the public pool - she and Tom Keller were secretly going steady, and were completely infatuated with one another. That was a load off FP’s mind too - no worries about Fred and Sierra picking up a summer romance while supervising the kiddy pool.

“Get lost, Andrews,” Sierra teases Fred, rattling the base of the lifeguard stand. “My turn up there.” She turns her gaze to FP. “Hi, FP.”

“Hi.”

“Hold your horses.” Fred jumps down as Sierra pops on a pair of huge sleek sunglasses, smoothing her hair down with her free hand. “Bye, Sierra. See you tomorrow!”

She waves from the tower as they head out, Fred stopping at his locker to retrieve his bag and car keys. He tosses his towel around his neck and hops into the beat-up red convertible he and Artie had restored back in June. Fred, rather than being tired of water and sun, was now intending to tear off to the beach to spend the last of the day on the sand. FP eases himself into the passenger seat, along for the ride, and they speed off.

Fred’s talking as they drive, taking the scenic route down the coast, but FP isn’t hearing a word of it. Instead, his gaze is fixed with nuclear intensity on the thin blonde hairs that run along the inside of Fred’s very exposed thighs.

Fred, who would be naked if it wasn’t for those tiny shorts.

His tan is as even and as smooth as butterscotch - his flat stomach against the waistband of his shorts is the same gold as his gangly arms. But it’s the crotch that FP’s zeroed in on - and below that, the tiny crescent moon of pale skin that’s just visible where the leg of his shorts had ridden up an imperceptible millimetre. The shorts were so short that the crescent was almost in line with his -

“FP?” Fred must have realized he’d lost him, taking his eyes off the road for a moment to glance at his friend. “Earth to FP? You okay?”

“Pull over,” FP says, before he can think too much about it, his heart thumping in his throat. He can feel the same pulse beating in the front of his shorts, and his hands are going damp. He unbuckles his seatbelt.

“What? Why?” Fred asks, brow furrowing, but obediently eases the car to a stop at the side of the empty road. “Why?” he asks again, more urgently, probably because the last time FP had asked him to pull over he’d vomited all over the inside of the car.

But that’s not his motive today. FP wastes no time in climbing over the centre console into the drivers’ seat, letting both of his warm hands land on and squeeze the thighs that had been torturing him since they’d sat down.

“Because,” he grunts, feeling his back hit the steering wheel as he maneuvers himself to straddle Fred’s lap, already eyeing the place where the pulse throbs in Fred’s neck, longing to put his mouth there- “you look fucking scrumptious right now, that’s why.”

“FP!” Fred yelps, surprised, as FP moves his hand to the front of Fred’s swim trunks, grabbing him through the thin fabric. There’s a pop as Fred reaches for the door handle behind him in a panic, the door flying open and Fred tumbling backward out of the car.

FP sits up worriedly, momentarily anxious that he’d gone too far. Fred’s standing tanned and barefoot on the side of the road, clutching his towel in front of him, looking all the more naked for it. His hair is mussed from the fall, and FP barely keeps the urge in check to lunge for his friend and sink his teeth into Fred’s lip.

“Are you serious?” Fred asks, gesturing wildly to the car, and then to the surrounding pavement. He drops the towel, which puddles at his feet. “Right here?! By the side of the road?!”

“Why not?” asks FP plaintively. All the blood is rushing away from his head, and he can’t come up with anything better to say. His tone is insistent, not aggressive. “What the fuck am I supposed to do? You’re sitting there practically naked next to me, you have no idea how good you look-”

“You’re a fucking freak,” Fred replies, and FP’s stomach runs abruptly cold. A thousand apologies bubble up to his lips in the space of a millisecond, but before he can even get one of them out Fred’s climbing back into the car and slamming the door behind him, diving into FP’s lap and wrapping his legs around the back of FP’s knees like a needy octopus.

“Fred?” FP gasps, but that’s all he gets out because then Fred’s kissing him, his mouth and tongue as hot as his sun-warmed skin, one of his hot little hands sneaking down to yank FP’s shirt out of his waistband.

“Backseat,” he whispers against FP’s lips, grinning like a jack-o-lantern on Halloween. “At least we can lie down and no one can see us if they drive past.”

FP doesn’t have to be told twice. He pulls Fred into the backseat with him, laying his friend down on the second-hand upholstery and straddling him again. Fred reaches out and grabs another towel off the floor - in the summer his car became a reservoir for beach equipment - and lifts his hips to lay it out under him.

“New car,” he says, and grins. The Ford may have been new to Fred, but it had probably had about fifty owners before it ended up the heap that he and Artie had pulled from the junkyard. FP laughs and kisses him again.

He knows it’s risky. But he also has a feeling it won’t take long, and that anyone speeding along this road on a day like today is probably in an awful hurry to get to the beach. Besides, they’ll be able to hear approaching cars. Theoretically. One of them would probably notice.

“Tell me again how fucking scrumptious I look,” says Fred urgently, hooking his bare legs around FP’s waist.

“You jerk, I thought you were really mad at me,” FP complains, squeezing one of Fred’s thighs in his hand. Fred had little thighs but they were all muscle - lithe and firm under his palm. His hands are sweating, but his mouth is as dry as the Sahara. With Fred laying down under him like this, he can see the trail of hairs leading down from his navel to below his waistband.

“You’re so stupid,” says Fred teasingly, reaching out and tangling a hand through FP’s hair. His voice drops an octave. “Tell me what you wanna do to me.” It’s a command, not a plea.

“Take those fucking shorts off,” FP replies instantly, bending down to press his hot mouth against Fred’s neck. His hand slides up slowly until he’s fingering the hem of Fred’s swim trunks, torturing himself. With his free hand, he scoops it under Fred and squeezes his ass. “Wanna put my fingers in your ass.” His voice is low and breathy, warm air against Fred’s jugular. He whispers the next one. “Wanna put my tongue in your ass.”

Fred moans, a red flush climbing over his cheeks that has nothing to do with the sun. FP gently slides Fred’s thighs apart, pushing them open with his hand and pulling himself higher against the other boy so that his crotch drags over Fred’s.

“Go on-” Fred pleads, thighs shaking just a little against FP’s hips.

“Wanna taste you,” FP growls, kissing his neck, one hand trailing down to slip under the waistband of Fred’s shorts. “Wanna eat you up.”

Fred moans and lifts his hips up off the backseat, his hands coming to the sides of his swimsuit and helping FP drag them down. The hair on his chest is bleached blonde from the sun, but his pubic hair is darker, brown like his head. There’s a patch of white around his groin where his skin has never seen the sun. Fred gets his swimsuit all the way down to his ankles before he reaches out and grabs FP’s head again, pushing him down toward his crotch. FP wets his lips.

“God,” Fred moans when FP takes him in his mouth, all the way down his throat. FP makes the most of his tongue- he’s talented with it after years of chewing gum in class - lapping at the underside of Fred’s cock, playing with the head. Finally, he readjusts himself, taking Fred further into his mouth, and the stuttered moan that escapes Fred’s lips makes the hairs rise all the way along the back of his spine.

Fred’s ankle scrapes along the back of his hips, his legs crossed above FP’s ass, the two of them pressed so tightly together that FP’s sweating from Fred’s body heat. Fred’s yanking his hair hard enough to hurt, but FP focuses on the task at hand, rolling his tongue around Fred’s cock, hitting all the places he knows from practice Fred likes best.

“FP-” Fred whimpers finally, and FP grabs the hand that’s not holding his hair, squeezes tight. Fred’s ankles dig into the backseat and he arches his back as he comes, straight down FP’s throat. FP swallows, closing his eyes after and trying to commit every detail to memory - the sun on his skin, Fred’s thighs around his hips, Fred’s slick chest underneath him, the heat of the car, the way he tasted, the ache from kneeling, the chlorine on his skin.

Fred’s gone limp beneath him on the backseat, gasping for breath. FP buries his nose into Fred’s neck and breathes in the chlorine smell, sneaking his arms underneath him and helping him sit up. Fred leans against the door and gestures to the bulge at the front of FP’s shorts. “Let me-”

“It’s okay,” says FP, reaching down into his underwear and beginning to stroke himself off, building a rhythm. “Just keep looking at me.”

Fred nods, holding his eye contact with a smirk. The hickey FP had left on his neck is swelling into a red bruise, and something about the thought of Fred going home with a reminder of FP’s mouth on him sends him over the edge in record time.

“Fred,” FP chokes out as he comes into his hand, the name sweet in his mouth, his eyes never straying from his lover’s long eyelashes, the golden skin on his face.

Fred surges forward and kisses him before FP’s even withdrawn his hand, still completely naked in the backseat. He grabs the towel from underneath them and pushes it into FP’s lap, moving his hands to either side of FP’s face so he can kiss him properly.

FP cleans off his hand while Fred holds his shoulders and kisses him over and over on the mouth. When he’s done he sets the towel aside and presses back into the kisses, running his tongue along Fred’s teeth and bumping their foreheads together.

“Let’s go home,” says Fred between kisses, reaching for his abandoned swimsuit, which had fallen under the seat. His arm is too short and he just lets his hand hover, focused more on swapping kisses than getting dressed. His voice is breathy and hoarse. “Get you all cleaned up.”

“You mean shower together?”

“You know what I mean.”

“Love you,” FP murmurs, savouring the taste of Fred’s lips against his. His heart pulses the way it always does when he admits those two words, as though waiting for another shoe to drop.

“Love you.” Fred smiles and their teeth bump. He turns his head away as he finally grabs his swimsuit off the floor, sliding lower in the seat to pull it up over his hips. Cracking another grin, Fred climbs back into the front.

“I’ll drive.”

“Okay,” FP echoes, watching dazedly as Fred slides back into his vacated seat, readjusting the rearview mirror. He moves slowly as he climbs back up into the passenger side, eyes glued to Fred like he’s drinking him in.

Fred steers the convertible casually back on the road, and FP closes his eyes for a moment, letting the clean summer air whip through his hair as they pick up speed.

#this is not my best work but it be what it be

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lovedinapastlife · 5 years

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3x13 “Requiem for a Welterweight” - Riverdale Reaction

I love waking up to the smell of bacon. Oh, no. Wait. That’s betrayal, bribery, and manipulation. My mistake.

How did Jughead not wake up to the smell of BACON? That sizzle is fierce. I have so many questions about the Jones kitchen. Who put up the hot chili lights? Why is a cutting board out for toast and eggs?

Breakfast allegory. Jughead’s family is pretending to be wholesome and Betty’s fully aware of how fucked hers is. Poor girl is just resigned to her cereal

When did Veronica move back into the Pembrook?

What is that on Hiram’s pin? An octopus? ‘Cuz he wants his arms in everything? I love it. I see Cthulu in this show’s future. Archie will be shipwrecked. I’m calling it now.

Archie…no more skipping class. He keeps resigning himself as an ex-con, but wasn’t he exonerated? Sometimes when he says things I just…I don’t believe that even he believes it, no matter how sweet his smile is.

I love Betty’s smile at Jughead when he says “I’ll make this right” because she’s so proud of her bae. Eight high school girls were in the Serpents, and now they wanna go to the Pret-ty Poi-sons? They do know where Choni’s loyalties are, right? Which is...in her own bed and whim.

Veronica: “I want my family out of drugs” Gladys: “So we both want the same thing!” Man, I WISH that line meant Gladys wanted her own family out of drugs XD Woman, your husband is an addict. Your tween drinks caffeine. Think of the CHILDREN! As far as I know Jughead’s addicted to leadership, justice, Betty, and maybe burgers, so he’s like...o-kay. Also I love how Hiram literally just lets her drink and be a mafiosa and she’s like, “Can’t you gangsters sort this amongst yourselves? Do you see a pearl necklace or Serpent jacket? No. Not interested.” Not a great spy. Or person, lately. Let V be a teen!

Toni is SUCH a FUCKING USELESS TOXIC BIIIIIITCH. And yeah, she BETTER walk away. I don’t see a crown on that skull and...lipstick print leather jacket.

Toni has never ruled, never taken on a role or responsibility even close to Queen because she sucks at decision-making, calming people down, fighting, most recon, and she also doesn’t even try to learn how to shoot arrows. She couldn’t get through one public protest without mousing out! She tries to manipulate Cheryl into causing chaos, and yells at her when it doesn’t go the way she wants (she wants to hurt Betty/Jug instead of Fangs/Pea). It reminds me of when she tried to manipulate Jughead into taking over the Serpents so she could puppet him. Easily the worst character in the show for me, and that’s including the bullshit parents. Anything admirable beyond her hair and makeup is beyond me.

“MINE or YOURS” Isn’t it supposed to be “OURS?” God, I hate this storyline. How often do I get to say Cheryl deserves better?!

Also, the Pretty Poisons, which supposedly has a bunch of defected Serpents in it, beating the shit out of Fangs and Sweet Pea bc Toni feels threatened that they’re a “vanity project” (which...they are, little mini-Cheryls and Tonis in progress), is BULLSHIT. The guys aren’t going to fight them back, they even say they don’t mean them harm! They used to be close friends or at least co-gang members sworn not to hurt each other! Toni has no respect for the Serpents and neither does Cheryl or their girl gang, who honestly kind of are terrible so far. And AGAIN, Cheryl doesn’t even do the hitting, nor does Toni! This is not “empowering women.” It’s toxic. Like POISON. Maybe that’s what they intend, to show that they’re awful, but I doubt it.

I didn’t realize how many dream catchers are now in the Cooper house until this crazy cult waiver scene

“I’m gonna lose.” “With that attitude you are.” Just keep shaking your head at him, Josie. So they’re walking around together at school, but we haven’t seen anybody’s reaction to their dating. Humph.

“My mom is joining a cult, and nobody else seems to be worried about it except for me.” Betty, my heart breaks for you. I feel so bad. Kevin, you are the woooooooorst pretend bestie. “Don’t be so eager to see the worst in people.” Um, remember that person she didn’t trust and you brushed her off? NICK ST. CLAIRE. Oh. Chic? Yeah. Also terrible. All Kevin cares about is his dick and I hope the writers realize how selfish all the outed gay characters are portrayed lately. A lot of the characters in general, honestly. I want to see more good friendships and behavior.

Hahaha Gladys is eating a sucker and reading “Sophisticate” while wearing leather suspenders in her trailer living room where her kid sleeps on the couch. That is a MOOD.

When Jug said, “Are you Curt/Kurt?” I thought he meant it as an adjective. I just looked around like, “how are drugged out psychos who take the time to carve up and hang baby doll pieces going to be a valiant addition to your gang?”

This show is too damn dark. Literally dark. I like the allegory of the light with Jughead but...this scene was just to remind us the Gargoyle Gang is creepy. I remember. Don’t worry.

I feel bad for the extras working out in the background during the Archie/Keller training scene. How many sit ups and push ups were done that day? I’m more worried about them than Archie at this point. Also Keller as a gym teacher would be tight. I want him to call people by their last names and exercise authority and stay trim for his lady love

Jughead looks so sad that they’ve lost their minds to the corruption of the town, and everyone tells him to forget about it. Just like everyone tells Betty to forget about her cult mom, but neither of them are letting the world tell them to stop investigating or caring and I love them for it.

Are the core four even friends? We saw Bughead for two seconds and Archie didn’t invite anyone to his bloodbath. Okay, and do they just want to put fake blood on Archie all the time? Aesthetic him up with blood because of his red hair?

Polly is definitely hoping to kill her mother. She’s like, “Ai’ight, I’ll take that bitch’s blood on my hands. But not on my outfit.” I loved the first-person warped perspective of being dunked under the water. Betty saves the day and doesn’t catch a break. This poor child.

I dunno. I’m not into Archie and Josie. I don’t see the appeal on either end beyond young, pretty, and horny. I think they both have their independent strengths. Josie’s outfits were great this episode. I’m ready to move on, but I prefer watching them to typical Lodge out-manipulation scenes that go nowhere.

“I was reborn” I WISH! I wish you were reborn as a parent who isn’t a total psycho bag of bricks meant to emotionally abuse your daughters. Casa Cooper is cursed. Except for that beautiful fucking bedroom. Let’s go back there, shall we?

Ah, much better.

#riverdale reaction #riverdale #riverdale 3x13 #requiem of a welterweight #3.13 #riverdale season 3 #season 3 #anti-choni #anti-pretty poisons

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somevirtualnolife · 3 years

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How to Date a Boy 101 (Part 2)

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Rating: G

Series: Tokimeki Memorial: Girls Side 2nd Kiss

Pairing: Daisy (OC) x Saeki Teru

Part 1: Here

It's date-time at the aquarium! Will Mizuki finally get that fairytale confession she wants? Will she and Saeki live happily ever after? The only way to find out is by following all the tips in the Habataki Watcher!

Mizuki opened her bag and took out her compact mirror. She carefully brushed her curls to one side, then the next, then just shook her head with a huff.

She shouldn’t be nervous... After all, Saeki and she have hung out dozen times before. It should be second nature by this point. There’s nothing weird about them going to the aquarium together.

So why was she nervous?

Deep breaths, Mizuki. She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. She just had to remember everything she and Chiyomi went over the night before and she’d be fine. Sure, her bespectacled friend was about as knowledgeable about dating as Mizuki was, but this time, they had proper reference material. If the Habataki Watcher really was anything to go by, Saeki not only would she get her feelings through to Saeki, but he should be professing her love to her in the most grandiose fashion possible.

“Sorry, did I keep you waiting?” she then heard from behind. Speak of the devil.

“No, I just got here myself actually,” Mizuki responded in a chipper manner. Honestly, him being a little late at least meant that she could take more time to prepare herself.

“Hmm, maybe I should have taken more time then. Really made you wait,” a playful smirk appeared on Saeki’s face.

“Hey!” She puffed her cheeks in irritation, which only made the white-haired boy grin more it seemed.

“By the way, those clothes…”

Mizuki eyes brightened. Already, the Habataki Watcher’s magic was being put to work.

Tip #1: Always be on point and up on the latest trends. And if you can, wear his favorite colour! He’ll no doubt take notice.

And that she did. Blue from head to toe! She only had a blue shirt in her closet, but then she borrowed a skirt from Chiyomi, and then a sweater from Todo… and a coat from her mother…

They were all totally in style though! Different styles mind you but in style all the same.

She turned her head and flicked her wavy brown hair before placing her hand on her hips. “Yes?”

“… Was it laundry day or did you get dressed in the dark?”

“E-excuse me!?” His words rammed her right in her stomach like a truck.

“What exactly were you going for? A blue sasquatch?” he crossed his arms, furrowing his brows.

“Well, you’re-”

Tip #2: Being nice and considerate is the way to a boy’s heart. Making a scene over something small could make it seem as though you’re too much to handle!

“…So funny, Saeki-kun,” she said through gritted teeth before forcing a laugh. “You’re right, it was totally laundry day! What’s a girl to do on such short notice? You know me, can’t keep myself organized!”

“We planned this two weeks ago and I know you’re obsessed with keeping everything in your planner,”

“I… ah…” she let out a frustrated sigh. “Can we just go inside?”

Tip #3 Show him that you’re interested in what he likes! It shows that you’re adventurous and engaged.

Okay, so the outfit was a bit of a bust. She should have coordinated better rather than just go straight for his favorite colour. But that didn’t mean that day was ruined yet! They were at the aquarium after all, one of Saeki’s favorite places. The perfect way to get this date back on track. That’s right Mizuki, the outfit was just a minor setback. She would still have Saeki-kun pouring out his feelings to her by the end of today, groveling at her feet.

“Did you know that ghost sharks have teeth in their stomachs?” she said as they strolled around the shark area. The aquarium had just received a whale shark, which

“Ghost sharks? I’m pretty sure they just have rows of teeth in their mouth?”

“Oh right!” she said, snapping her fingers. “Right ghost crabs are the ones them in their stomach to ward off enemies. Ghost sharks are the ones that have a retractable organ on their forehead!”

“What kind?”

“Oh yeah, which organ…” Chiyomi and her were looking at one of her ocean encyclopedias but before Mizuki could read the entry on the ghost shark, the purple-haired girl shut it quickly.

“That would be the reproductive organ, for male ghost sharks.” A chipper staff member said behind them.

A male reproductive organ? Wait a second, that’s-

“Oh.”

Mizuki just realized why Chiyomi didn’t want her reading that part. Her brown eyes then slowly glanced over at Saeki.

He was there covering his face.

The atmosphere in the shark section suddenly became heavy.

Tip #4: Let him take the lead and help you. Guys love to be able to look after people they care about.

Wait, didn’t they say that they love a girl who’s adventurous? How could she be both? Ugh, this was starting to get a little tiring. But if this was what she had to do. Also, her feet were sore. Why did she decide to wear heels again?

Oh, right because they were blue.

“Oi, Mizuki,” Saeki called, looking over his shoulder. “You okay?”

She smiled, though wincing slightly. “Yeah, I just need a bit of a break.”

“Well, there are some seats there where we can touch some of the crustaceans,” he motioned at a small water table in the center of the room. There were several children with their parents, as well as a few couples.

“Sure, that seems fine.”

The two of them took a seat. Mizuki wasn’t much for touching sea creatures, but she knew that Saeki loved them. So much to the point where he managed to drag out an octopus out of the ocean on their last hang out at the beach. Yeah, the octopus was certainly not her favorite memory, but seeing Saeki’s smile was the highlight of that day.

Right… Saeki’s smile. That was what she was looking for. Besides, these creatures were all docile and didn’t squirm, right? She’d be fine.

“Now, remember everyone! We don’t lift the creatures out of the water. You can hold the sea cucumber completely in our hands, but we don’t touch the bottom of the starfish, okay?” a staff worker explained to everyone. Well, perhaps not everyone, so much as one child whose parent was attempting to pry their fingers off a starfish.

Man, why was every elementary student that wasn’t Yuu a total nightmare? It’s not that she hated kids, but some of them were just too much. She tsked to herself and reached into the water..

But before she could, she suddenly felt something wet and slimy whip onto her face. She then froze, her eyes then looking back over to the child who had been thrashing around earlier.

And now his hand was empty. And the starfish was nowhere to be seen.

If there was ever a record for shrieking the loudest, Mizuki may have just beaten it.

Tip #5: Skinship is a must! Playfully nudging him or caressing his arm or cheek will make any guy know that you’re interested in him.

“I gotta say, I don’t think I would have ever expected to see you try and fight an 8-year-old kid,”

“I was not trying to fight him. I just wanted to give him a stern talking to about being respectful to animals,” Mizuki corrected him.

But yeah, had the parents or the staff not been around, she would have totally throttled that little kid. Maybe it wasn’t the best of light that Saeki could have seen her in, but she felt justified! Ugh, how much more did she have to endure? There was no way this was chipping away at his sarcastic exterior. How the heck was she supposed to get a confession out of him?

“Do you wanna grab anything from the gift shop?” Saeki asked her, pointing his head towards it.

“Oh yeah!” The perfect way to end a date, right? Though she wasn’t quite sure if she wanted a memento for this one. Nonetheless, if he was offering, she couldn’t refuse.

As they entered the gift shop, they came across a stand that had ornate shell-and-pearl phone straps.

“Oh, these are so cute! They even have different colours,” she said, looking them over with excitement.

“Mm, yeah they’re pretty nice.”

Saeki had leaned in over her shoulder, his face not that much further from hers. Mizuki could feel her face warm. Right. Now was a better time than any for some casual skinship!

Just as she was about to lightly poke Saeki on his sun-kissed cheek, he turned his head to face hers, which, unfortunately, resulted in her finger slipping from his cheek and getting him straight in his left eye.

It wasn’t hard to figure out what happened next.

“Saeki!” she cupped her hands over her mouth as the prince attempted to stand up, but instead stumbled backward over a sign, though thankfully not ramming his head on anything.

“A-are you okay?” Mizuki asked, finally offering her hand to help him up. “I’m SO sorry-”

“I’m fine!” he said, clearly annoyed and embarrassed as he quickly stood back up, brushing off his pants. Seems that his ego hurt more than this eye, which was maybe for the best. “I don’t know what is up with you today, but I don’t want you causing any more damage,”

Mizuki could feel her throat tighten and her heart sink into her gut.

Oh no.

This was not how things were supposed to go today.

“I-I’ll… wait for you by the s-station…”

And there you have it! Everything that you need to get the most romantic confession out of your crush!

The ride home on the train was quiet. She couldn’t even bring herself to look or converse with Saeki. She really blew it. Absolutely nothing went the way that she wanted and now the boy that she liked was never going to want to talk to her again. She could feel it. She’d just become another girl that he attempted to avoid in the hallways at school. He’d probably barely tolerate her at work. Maybe she should start looking for a new job…

She was such an idiot. Not only did she lose the chance to confess to Saeki, but it felt like she was just about to lose a friend. Whatever they had at the fireworks festival felt like it had been completely obliterated.

Her eyes started to sting as they welled up, but before any tears could fall, Mizuki felt something warm on top of her left hand.

“It’s our stop,” Saeki said with a slight sigh, squeezing her hand as he stood up. “Come on, let me walk you home,”

Mizuki’s head darted up, slightly confused. “Walk me home?”

“Yeah, walk you home.” He repeated, looking irritated, though with an ever so slight shade of pink on his cheeks. “You’ve been acting weird all day, who knows what’ll happen if you end up going home by yourself. Probably get attacked by a boar or something,”

Ah, of course. Her behaviour today was enough to worry any person about her wellbeing, but maybe it was better than anger. She slowly stood up and follow him off the train.

The sun was beginning to set as they exited the station, colouring the sky a beautiful orange, pink and violet. There was also a slight breeze in the air that whistled through the multi-coloured leaves signifying autumn. A picturesque view on what was probably the most humiliating day of Mizuki’s life.

Yet, Saeki was still here with her. Holding her hand. His were so much larger than hers, strong, yet tender. It was comforting but confusing. This of course, wasn’t the first time they had held hands. She had once complained that he walked too fast and in response, he held her hand so that she wouldn't fall behind. So, it just became a thing that they did. Still, today she would have figured that today would have been the day to end all that.

She bit her lip and couldn’t help but squeeze it slightly, trying to work up the courage to break the silence.

“I’m sor-”

“Sorry I got mad earlier,” Saeki spoke up, startling Mizuki. “And made fun of your clothes. That… wasn’t great of me. Probably didn’t exactly set the tone for today, eh?”

That… wasn’t what she was expecting. “It’s fine. I mean, it wasn’t exactly well picked out. I just kind of got stuck on the colour,”

“Why’s that?”

Ba-bump.

“Because… blue is your favorite colour.”

“Ah,” Saeki responded. For a moment, Mizuki felt his grip loosen on hers, but then tighten again. “How’d did you figure that out?”

“Well, I mean, your favorite thing in the world is the sea,” she continued. Mind as well be semi-honest. “And even your first name kind of rhymes with the colour. If you say it in English anyway. Blue… Teru. Plus, I noticed things like your tie from work and your glasses case were also blue,”

Mizuki heard him scoff lightly, but not in a way that seemed annoyed.

“Kind of stupid right?” she said.

“No. I don’t think it’s stupid. Also, I think that’s the first time I’ve ever heard you say my first name,”

“Does it sound weird?”

“No- it’s just-,” Saeki stammered, looking up at the sky as he rubbed the back of his neck with his free hand. “It’s fine.”

That… wasn’t a bad reaction.

“Can keep calling you Teru?”

Saeki shrugged. His signification of a yes. Mizuki smiled, and with that, she slowly went from holding his hand to interlocking her fingers with his.

“Mizuki,” he finally spoke up again.

“Mmm?”

“… I just want to confirm something.” Despite talking to her, he seemed to be looking anywhere that wasn’t directed at her.

“You wore the colour blue today because I like blue, right?”

“Yeah.”

“…And you invited me to the aquarium because you know that I like going there.”

“I mean, I like going to the aquarium too. But I know it’s also one of your favorite spots, so… yes.”

Her brown eyes carefully glanced up observed the young prince’s face, but it was hard to tell what he was thinking. He didn’t seem angry, but he didn’t seem happy either. Just pensive. He hadn’t looked at her since they left the train either.

“Everything alright?” she finally asked.

“Ah- yeah. Everything’s fine. Thinking is all.” he replied, finally snapping out of his thoughts. “Oh, we’re here,”

The two stopped in front of the gate of her home. They both let go and finally looked at each other properly, though clearly unsure of how to proceed next.

“We should go to the planetarium next time,” he suddenly said.

“Since when do you like going to the planetarium?”

“Since always,” he replied, irritated. “Besides, if you act like a total spaz, then at least it’ll be dark enough for no one else to see,”

Mizuki puffed her cheeks. “Okay, I get it! I’m not going to live today down, am I?”

“What I’m trying to say is that… I know you like it, and I like… that… you thought of me today. In your own weird, overthinking way,” He cleared his throat.

She could feel her cheeks flush again, but hopefully, the sun had set enough that he couldn’t’ see it. Disaster averted it seemed.

“By the way, here,” he took a small bang from his coat pocket and placed it in her hands. “I got it while you were waiting outside.”

She opened the bag carefully and inside was the phone strap with shells and a green pearl. “Oh!”

Ah… it really was so cute! She then wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed tightly. It really was cute, and she was totally going to put it on when she got inside.

“Thank you, Teru,”

“Ah- well you know…” she could feel his muscles stiffen. “So, uh, next Sunday? Planetarium?”

She finally let him go and nodded, her eyes beaming. “Sure thing! Let’s meet at the station,”

The prince let out a sigh of relief and relaxed again. “Sounds good. I’ll see you then.”

Mizuki waved as he turned around and started to leave. Okay, so the date was a bust and she never got her confession. But it was the first time he had ever invited her out. And the first time that she used his first name.

She let out a long sigh, scratching her head as she thought about everything that transpired today. It was a lot to think about, but at least understood one thing that came out of it.

“I really like you, don’t I?” she said to herself quietly as she looked back down at her phone strap.

“And I’ll let you know someday, I promise.”

Bonus Tip: Remember that only do what comes naturally to you. Everything else will fall in place eventually, for better or for worst.

#tokimeki memorial girl's side #tokimeki memorial girl's side 2 #saeki teru x oc #saeki teru

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atombombbibunny · 7 years

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The Proposition

Prompt: If you do Rafael Casal imagines can you do one where daveed matchmakes you please?

Pairing: Rafael Casal x Reader

Summary: Daveed wants to set you up on a blind date.

Word count: 2092

Warnings: None, just fluffy cotton candy.

A/N: Oh god, I loved writing this!!! I wish I could find someone as sweet as the people I write… Writing this made me blush like really hard… I wish I could tag whoever requested this but it was Anon!!! Whoever you are I hope you liked it!

@serkewen12 reeeeead it!!

You flopped into your soft velvet couch. “Uhg I dunnooo.” you groaned hiding your face in the throw pillow, you felt a foot poke into your kidneys causing you to flinch and giggle simultaneously. “You haven’t even heard what I’m going to say, I literally walked in here and told you I had a proposition for you” You rolled over to face Daveed, your roommate sitting across from you, “Propositions are haaaaard.” you whined. Daveed glared at you.

“Are you serious, you won’t even hear what I have to say.” You snorted as you pulled out your phone. “Tell you what, you tell me what you got and I’ll check my schedule.” Daveed leaned his arms on his knees and stared at you. “I have this friend, Rafael, I think you two would be perfect together. I wanna set you up on a blind date.” You hissed in a sharp breath. “Oh, sorry can’t make it.” You lied staring at your blank phone calendar. “I haven’t even told you a date.” he said deadpanned. You froze as he spoke. “Y/N, you can’t just freeze up.” you stayed still, your eyes unblinking, unwise choice as Daveed bent forward and swiped your phone from your hands. “Dude, what the fuck.” you said moving from your spot, Daveed’s fingers flipped through your phone. “There’s literally nothing on here.” You shrugged and leaned back onto the couch. “How are blind dates even still a thing?”

Daveed snorted still playing with your phone. “How would you know anything is still a thing, you don’t leave this apartment.” You opened your mouth in defense but ended up scoffing. “I-… I do things. Just yesterday I got a bagel.” Daveed threw your phone back at you almost smacking you right in the face. “You get a bagel everyday.” You unlocked your phone to see what he messed with. “Yeah, but I went to a different shop!” Just as you finished your sentence you opened up your contacts. “Who is Rafa?” You questioned raising an eyebrow, Daveed broke out into a huge grin. “Oh no, no no no.” You moved to delete the mystery mans number, Daveed suddenly hopped to his feet. “So help you god Y/N, you delete that number I’m moving out! Then how will you afford your precious bagels.” You glared at him clenching your jaw. “Fine.” you muttered Daveed smiled as he began backing away.

“I already texted him anyway.” Just then your phone buzzed in your hand. Daveed quickly bolted from the living room and into his bedroom. “Daveed Diggs! I swear to Christ I will murder you!”

“NOT IF I LOCK MYSELF IN HERE!”

You looked back at your phone and got into your messages. You read the message Daveed so expertly sent.

Y/N: Hey bro, its Daveed.

Rafa: Hey Diggs, you get a new number?

You sighed at the frustrating situation, you had to let him know it wasn’t Daveed, you didn’t want him texting you some random shit meant for Daveed.

Y/N: Hey, this is actually Y/N, Daveeds roommate, hes just being an ass

Your leg automatically began to bounce out of nervous habit waiting for his reply, your phone buzzed on your lap.

Rafa: Haha, classic. Well Hi, I’m Rafael.

Um, he wanted to actually have a conversation with you?

Y/N: Yeah, I know… you actually wanna keep talking to a stranger?

You glared back at Daveeds door, hoping he could feel your wrath.

Rafa: If you’re a friend of Daveed you’re cool in my book.

You bit at the inside of your cheek, debating on just ignoring him and risk Daveeds threat, or making a new friend. You groaned once more.

Y/N: Where’d you get that line, Cheesy Things to Say: Vol. 1?

Rafa: No.

You sighed at his lack of humor, how was he supposed to be ‘perfect’ for you exactly? Your phone buzzed once more

Rafa: It was Vol. 2

You giggled lightly as you continued to texting the evening away.

Around 6pm Daveed peaked out from his door, you were still sat on the couch bent over your phone.

He strutted out from his room. “Well, well, well, what do we have here?” You jumped at the sound of his loud voice. “Jesus, warn a person.” You placed your hand on your heart. “Getting along with Rafa are we?” You shrugged unwilling to give him any satisfaction. “He’s nice.” Daveed chuckled. “Just nice, sure. Hey, check your calendar for me?” You squinted your eyes and tilted your head confused.

As you opened the calender you saw an event placed in your weekend., scrolling down to around 7pm in bright blue border it read. ‘Date Night With Rafael’ Your shoulders dropped as you tossed your phone on the coffee table. “Daveed, you cannot just control my love life!” You shouted standing from the couch. “I can when its a blind date.” He taunted dashing into the kitchen.

The rest of the week blew by, Saturday was there and the time ticked by quickly, soon you were finishing your makeup in your floor length mirror and zipping up your dress, struggling as your short arms couldn’t reach. “Daveed!” you called out, almost immediately he was at your door. “What, what is it!?” you pouted and pointed to your back. “You gave me heart attack.” He mumbled as he pulled at the zipper, once done up you smoothed down any wrinkles and checked yourself out in the mirror. Your dress was tight and a deep red color with lace over top, with black heels. Daveed wolf whistled from behind you. “Damn girl.” You blushed and pushed him out of your room.

You heart was banging in your chest like a drum.

You pulled up to the restaurant, as you removed the keys from the ignition you sat silently, praying that you wouldn’t make fool of yourself. You heels clicked as you entered, the interior was dim with only candle lighting the atmosphere. You gave your name to the host and he began to lead you to the two person table.

You had arrived first. Or just got stood up.

You ordered a glass of wine as you sat.

A few minutes passed, your wine arrived and as you took your first sip, in he walked. He talked to the host briefly before his eyes found your, he smiled and your heart skipped a beat.

His blond hair was slicked back, his stubble was visible even in the dim light, his crisp white dress shirt with the sleeve rolled up halfway was tucked neatly into his dark jeans. Your breath caught in your throat unfortunately causing you to choke on the sip of wine. You attempted to clear your throat and calm down before he came any closer to you. He licked at his lips as he neared you. “Y/N?” You bit your lip lightly and nodded. “Yes, yes. Hi” you laughed lightly getting up to shake his hand, but he went to hug you, the awkward moment finished when he wrapped his arms around you, his cologne was light and musky. You would’ve melted right then and there if you weren’t in public.

He released you and you both took your seats, the candle light glimmered over his face, as he smiled at you. “Its so great to finally meet you.” you giggled feeling your cheeks heat up. “Yeah, this is great.”

He ordered a bottle of wine, the same as the glass you already had, and you both ordered your food.

The two of you were in your own world as you talked about each other, although you knew some bits about him already you both agreed to save some things for the big night.

His voice was deep and low and you were so entranced by it, you could have listened to it all night.

You fingers brushed one another as you fell further into your deep conversations.

After dinner was over, you were dreading the goodbye about to come but instead he took hold of your hand. “Want to go dancing?” he asked leading you outside. “I’d love to.” you admitted as you blushed deeply. “What about my car?” You asked suddenly remembering your drove separately. “I promise I’ll bring you back.” he said unlocking his car and opening the door for you, you slid in and attempted to calm your heart.

You drove in relative silence, it was comfortable though, you felt like you could relax. His car soon came to a stop as you had arrived at the jazz club.

After opening your door once more and linking arms with you ushering you inside, his hand was almost immediately out for you to take hold of.

A few fast swing dances played, Rafa spun you around and taught you to do the octopus, you laughed as he spun you outwards and back into his chest and lowering you backwards to the floor, your eyes glued to his. The song then merged into a slow song. He slowly pulled you up and took hold of one hand and rested the other on your waist.

You felt your heart leap into your throat as 'You Don’t Know Me’ began to play.

He held you close to his chest, you leaned on it as the both of you swayed back and forth slowly, you could hear his heart beating in his chest, it was low pounds and almost hypnotizing. Soon you could hear Rafael humming along to the song, then singing quietly, like it was only for you. You closed your eyes and listened to his voice, it was deep and soothing.

’Ooo, you’ll never know, the one who loved you so, oh you don’t know me.’ the song turned from lyrics to a soft jazz guitar riff. “This is kinda a horrible song to be slow dancing to.” you joke your eyes still closed and your head still resting on his chest. He chuckled shaking his chest. “You’re right, but then again it is perfect to dance too, its slow, and low, and got you this close to me.” You felt your face burn up as you hid it away in his chest. “Ah, don’t hide, you’ve got too beautiful of eyes to do that to me.” You bit your lip and smiled up at him.

After that slow dance you both began to leave without a word to each other, but you both knew that it would be the perfect song to end the night with.

The drive back to your car was silent once more, but his hand slid over yours and took hold of it this time, you smiled and watched him drive through the quiet night.

The night was coming to an end as he pulled up next to your lonely car in the now closed restaurants parking lot. You turned to Rafael, your eyes almost sad as you looked at him. “I guess this is goodnight.” You mumbled, Rafa tilted his head to the side. “What? I need to walk to you to your door.” he said winking at you. You laughed lightly as he exited the car and rushed to your side and once again held the door open for you.

His hand intertwined with yours as you took the two steps to your car. “Well, I guess this is goodnight.” he said mimicking your words, you laughed and pushed at his chest lightly. “I’d love to see you again Y/N” he said seriously his eyes unable to look away from your lips, you nodded, a loss for words as he moved closer to you. Your back leaned against your car as he leaned into you, his lips grazing yours for a brief second before they pressed against yours, it was tender and sweet, the scent of him fill your head as his hand rested on your cheek. He unwillingly pulled himself back form the kiss, he smiled gently, giving you goosebumps. “Goodnight Rafael” you whispered out. “Goodnight Y/N” he said pushing your hair from your face and kissing you softly once more.

As you drove home you wished you could turn back and kiss him again, or call him just to hear his voice, or even text him.

As you entered you apartment you fell against the door and sighed like a love sick puppy.

You didn’t notice Daveed in the kitchen eating Chinese food. “That good of night, eh?” He asked causing you to jump, you flipped him off. “You’re lucky you’re a good matchmaker Daveed Diggs.”

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