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leverage-ot3 · 2 months

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Is leverage redemption worth watching? I love Leverage but idk if i could enjoy the show if hardison isn't in most episodes or if the reboot sells out in some way.

okay so I showed up to this ask like four months late with a smoothie so I'm sorry about that BUT

does redemption have it's flaws? yes, I will be the first to admit that!

however, as someone who deeply loves leverage, the characters and what the show stands for, I still can find myself enjoying redemption.

there's one post that's in my drafts talking about the differences between the og and redemption and the so-called universe physics (how logic works in both shows and how they are the same/differ) and there are definitely some differences. there are some really good posts comparing them in the tags and I'll try to tag them as watch redemption when they come up!

I'm going to be really honest right now and say that (no shade) I feel like redemption s1-2 were lacking because john rogers was not a main writer for them. devlin and the others are great and know their stuff, but redemption was missing some of the grit (balanced with everything else) that the original run had. redemption is more fun and lighthearted (where the og was still fun and had comedic elements but also had a more jaded perspective). I think part of that change is the absence of nate as a character and what he brought to the table, but the other part of that is very much the way the show is written overall

I have seen some criticism about parker being a caricature of what she was in the original run (ex: how she goes to a child's psychologist and uses puppets sometimes, is overtly weird, more loud about stuff, etc) BUT I will say that I think there's some nuance to that

I don't think the child psychiatrist thing is infantalizing- some methods of therapy work for people more than others and that is me speaking as someone who works in mental health. if play therapy and stuff like that work for you as an adult, good for you! whatever works for you is more than enough the overtly and loudly being weird thing I really do think can be taken either way. in the original run part of parker's character progression was that she was learning how to interact with people normally (or at least more efficiently), but her being more out about that now can be taken as she is more comfortable in her skin and acting like she wants because she is surrounded by people who love and support her. maybe she doesn't want to (or have to!) mask all the time and I don't see a problem with that

HOWEVER! there are certain criticisms that are related to her characterizations and overlaps with her autism and I don't want to speak over the autism community about those aspects and how they have manifested in her character in redemption so I'm leaving it there

as for the hardison being absent aspect- I was REALLY afraid of that at first BUT the loss isn't so deeply impactful when you have characters like breanna and harry added to the mix. I went in ambivalent about harry and excited to have breanna (a canon queer) joining the team, but I have come to love and cherish both of them dearly and wouldn't want to replace them or lose them as characters in this found family ensemble. I think the writers handled aldis' packed schedule really well and even though he isn't there in most episodes, his presence is still very much around. parker and eliot talk about him and reference him when he's gone. so do sophie and breanna, even harry. he isn't on the screen but the relationships he's formed with the other characters and the impact he's had on them is very evident.

there are some takes from users about whether or not the ot3 was queerbait, un-canoned, etc in redemption. I have a lot of thoughts about it and a lot of them are incomprehensible but what I can say is that I have renewed hopes for the progression and canon development of their relationship now that john rogers is back as the main writer for s3

#leverage #leverage redemption #eliot spencer #parker #alec hardison #leverage ot3 #parker x hardison x eliot #leverage redemption s3 #breanna casey #harry wilson #character appreciation #watch leverage #watch redemption #jackie talks #mine #asks #answered asks #open-source-anarch3y #i tried to write the best i could but i have a bad cold and I am technically working rn so this was the best i could do :/

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reasonsforhope · 6 months

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Do you have a tag specifically for stuff about the climate crisis/what is being done/can be done to help stop or reverse its effects?

Basically just read a post that was "I'm not trying to be alarmist but- *spends seven paragraphs about how climate change is inevitable, we will never possibly recover from it, it's not global warming anymore its global "boiling", none of the damage can ever be undone and we're all going to be dead in the next five generations*" and I'm trying.. very hard not to spiral from it.

Sorry for bothering you 🙏

The "climate crisis" "climate change" and "climate hope" tags should do the trick.

Of those, "climate change" is the one that has the most content by far, just because the others are more narrow and "climate hope" is a much more recent term, so to speak, because I keep forgetting about it lol

I don't post anything that's not good news, so you can go through the general "climate change" tag without fear

Also, while I'm at it, that person is wrong. For a lot of reasons, including that we're actively fixing a lot of damage to ecosystems literally right now. And also also, GLOBAL WARMING WILL BE AT LEAST SOMEWHAT REVERSIBLE

Why? Well, the rise in average global temperatures is caused by excess carbon dioxide in the atmosphere. As we keep fixing the planet, restoring ecosystems, and stop burning fossil fuels, nature will siphon more and more of the carbon dioxide out of the atmosphere.

And if there's less carbon dioxide (and other greenhouse gasses) in the atmosphere, then more heat can once again escape the planet and radiate out into space

Will this be easy? Probably not! This planet's natural systems are incomprehensibly complicated - but that also means there are solutions out there that we haven't even discovered. There are some additional problems to overcome, like the fact that the oceans will be surfacing excess heat for a few decades after we stop CO2 emissions, and also "natural gas" and "carbon capture" are fake solutions/oil company traps.

But we can do it. I so, so, so sincerely believe that.

One term that I think we'll be seeing more and more of in the coming years is "Drawdown": "Climate drawdown refers to the future point in time when levels of greenhouse gas concentrations in the atmosphere stop climbing and start to steadily decline.[1] Drawdown is a milestone in reversing climate change and eventually reducing global average temperatures." (from wikipedia)

We can achieve drawdown. Will life in the future look very different? Yes, in both good and bad ways.

Climate change is the earth's "feedback" to humanity: "Fix your shit or die."

People are, in general, really, really, really committed to finding ways not to die.

I genuinely believe the rest of us can overcome the few dozen billionaires trying to screw the rest of us over. Money is powerful, but the remaining 7 billion plus people on this planet are more so. And the fortunes of billlionaires are made off the backs of the rest of us - which means we can make those fortunes run dry.

Sources for this answer (warning, these talk about the negative side of things a lot too, they're not the uplifting reads themselves. that's next): x, x, x, x, x, x, x, x

Other sources to read for hope: FutureCrunch, Project Drawdown and Project Regeneration good news websites in general such as Positive News and Goodgoodgood, which I think are the best content fits for what you're looking for. Make sure to check out Goodgoodgood's roundups specifically. And know that there are way, way more good news stories - and way bigger ones, too - than I've had time to post about lately, because work has been really hectic

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sweetlikehoneystingslikeabee · 2 months

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Happy Valentine's Day! I'd like to request date night hcs for Black Mask and a fem!reader. Someone else hits on the reader - not realizing they're hitting on the Black Mask's s/o - and Roman gets jealous and possessive about it.

Reader is a sweetheart and Roman is very protective of her and likes to spoil her, but she can also be a bit of brat sometimes. Do with that what you will ;).

"What's mine is NOT yours" - Black Mask x F!reader (Valentine's Event 2024)

Happy late Valentine's Day! The whole month of February is about love it's fine. This is for the (now over) Valentine's Day Event. Also riiiiip that dude.

TW: NSFW, harassment, creep that doesn't want to hear no, possessiveness, jealousy

It was a fairly average date night apart from it being Valentine's Day. You'd had a light dinner with Roman wherein he gave you flowers, a flattering necklace and a promise to fuck stars into your eyes once you got home. After all, you were such a sweet little thing, how could he resist? You were kind, not only to him but to others. Made him protective that others could take advantage.

And you were loyal to him, in every sense.

This was to be tested as you were walking back from the bathroom. Eyes clung to you and as you turned, there was a stranger leaning over you. Grinning.

"Can I help you?" You asked directly.

The man got closer in your space, " Yeah I uh, lost my number. Can I have yours?"

"...That's your opener?" Your eyes roll, "I have a boyfriend, sorry." You were smiling half-heartedly. Already amused thinking of telling this story to other people.

It was when the man grabbed your arm that you stopped smiling. He was still going strong, "No, no, listen- I'm sorry. You're just. I saw you going in and I just think you're really cute-" Cheap alcohol on his breath.

"I really do have a boyfriend, I need to get back to him before he starts to worry." You iterate slowly. The man doesn't seem to be a threat. But as many know, even a creep who isn't a threat can become one quickly in the wrong circumstance.

"Baby, I can make you forget aaaaaall about 'im." The man is swaying before trying to be seductive in your ear. Incomprehensible nonsense that surpassed the vile.

That was when you shoved him off, "I said no."

It was then you were both surrounded by Roman's personal security on either side. Keeping the guy out of your orbit. Grabbing him by the scruff. Asking if you're okay. Once you give them confirmation, they're bringing you back to your table. Roman looks... anxious.

The man looks more anxious. Trying to spout out what happened while you calmly went over the short interaction. Afterwards, you then take your seat next to your boyfriend, feeling safe again. His knee brushes yours, a subtle reassurance that he's there. Yet his eyes never leave the stranger.

"So you wanna fuck my girl?" He says simply, "I mean ey. What's mine is yours, right?"

"No- No, I uh- I really didn't know. I'm so sorry." The man pales considerably and is waving his hands in front of him.

Roman pulls his pistol out on the table, "You didn't seem to care much when you thought it was some other guy."

"Please, I'm so sorry ma'am and mr. Black Mask, I'll never do it again, I swear to GOD-"

You can see Roman's grip tight on his gun. Hand just ghosting over the trigger. The man is sweating and looks as though he might get sick. As a kindness, you scoot your chair closer to your boyfriend, lean your head on his shoulder and put one hand firmly on his thigh.

You whisper, "I really think he's sorry, don't you?" A squeeze. Roman grunts. His grip loosens.

As he puts the gun away, he waves his hand, "Get ridda this guy. You see him again, break his fuckin' ankle." Just like that, the man who had been flirting with you is weeping thank you's towards you both as the grunts drag him away.

"That was nice of you." You almost purr.

"That's me. A nice fuckin' guy. Don't I get a reward for being such a sweet guy?" He's demanding your lips on his neck and mask which you oblige in kindly. He sighs, "You alright?"

You stop for a moment, "I'm good now. Just got scary for a second. Not the fun kind."

That made him laugh, "No? What's the fun kind?"

For a moment you genuinely think on it. Then you put your body flush to his, "If you'd walked over instead of your guards and you had to... show him who I belonged to."

"Oh? You would have wanted that? That's fun?" He's grabbing your hand and pressing it to his pants against his hard cock, "You think it's fun when I fuck you to tell everybody else to back off?"

You shudder, "Y-yeah... Love being yours-" You're almost tempted to start something here, now.

"You love it? Cute. That's my sweet thing." Then he's pulling away, "Be careful, I might fuck you on a table next time."

A mild groan of disappointment, "Tease."

The two of you laughed while he hailed down for the check. Both of you were riled up and the night was young. You felt safe and he felt secure. There was no doubt as the two of you left for the night that were in love. It would become a story whispered in rumor for why you never hit on Black Mask's girlfriend.

#roman sionis x f!reader #black mask x f!reader #black mask #roman sionis #suggestive #foxwriting #foxy valentines event

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justanotherpersonsuniverse · 1 year

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barking barking, ok so i am rereading a bit of the last chapter and the things i had noted last time so that i remember everything that happened but after that i am loose

having an awful idea to listen to the guitar solo of freebird on repeat as i read this.... i am going to do it there is a rotating rat on the 10 hours version i found, wonderful

SO UH THIS IS MASSIVE SORRY ALSO SPOILERS FOR THOSE WHO HAVEN'T READ CAPS LOVELY NEWEST CHAPTER SCROLL PAST THIS VERY FAST IT MAY TAKE A WHILE. THE READ MORE BUTTON DOESN'T WORK IN ASKS SO SORRY

(i refuse to edit it this time, it took me like. a while last time and this is even longer, so you also get the incomprehensible pieces and no added notes to explain what i meant <3 (also a lot more '<3' this time. not sure why))

MORE CROWS rrr, they are important i know it

the way panthera is surrounded by cats and crows is interesting... like its an amusing visual but also really kick ass if you frame it in your mind right

yes, i enjoy that juleka is confronting ladybug on how she leads, especially considering that we know for sure they are inexperienced, yes i like this conversation

ooo, this is interesting, dust all kicked up focussing on different senses...very fun, always interesting to see how they can rely on things other than sight

woahhh, the staff lets off green sparks?? its made of copper <3 wait i looked it up and... aluminium makes green fire too? huh? this isn't important <33

awesome visual tho

YEAH BEAT HIS ASS BRO roger cop my beloathed <3

massive baby guy would be scary...

yay! teamwork! carapace and panthera woohoo

gonna be honest free birds outro on loop is really setting the mood for fighting for me

stop making me google things cap... t-rexes were apparently in the "late cretaceous" like ok thanks movie franchise for lying to me ig

Rena- this is amazing- she would record that. wonderful descriptors <33

No <3 i do not need the heartbreak of juleka v akumatised rose again <3 stop it <3 you hurt me <3

oh thank god-

this mantra of "calm yourself" is intriguing, i think its not going to work <3 let her go ape shit please

YOO PRINCE SHINING?? NOO

THIS IS BAD ASS THO

HA AND DOWN HE GOES

she's gonna turn this car around road trip with them when?? it can be a well deserved break <3 i am pitching this idea cap <3 this is what i would like and i would like it very much (i kid, its just amusing to me)

no because. because. alya nino and chloe are still able to have fun in a fight and. and- juleka is over here like a war veteran while marinette is trying to corral them all and- upset now

oh no juleka blacked out?? oh dear...

chlolix crumbs... wonderful... (to be honest with you, searching through the chlolix ship tag years ago was why i found these fics, so i love to see them but i am so attached to the story now <33)

OO? violence in your heart juleka?? maim and kill him you say?? good idea <3

“Miss me?” He grinned maliciously. “No, whore.” Queen Bee scowled at her side. i am actually losing it this is the funniest thing i have seen today-

ooo dark cupid being used to farm akumas... this is reminding me of minecraft and zombie villager farming to get the best trades, i can see the video titles now "this hack will TRIPLE your akuma production in just three EASY steps" <- unsure what this is but it happened in my brain, so there you go <3

i do like the idea of dark cupids powers being used tactically like this, i enjoy how its thought out critically when an akuma has an obviously helpful / game changing power

</3 "ma, i'm so exhausted" you are so cruel

AUGH WHAT NO ough rena got got by kim...

marinette kiss her quick

ough emotional

imma be honest for a hot second i thought juleka got hit by dark cupids arrow which i was fascinated by the idea of, however i think if she is to lose self control it would be more interesting if it was due to circumstances than mind altering magic

??? interesting, "there was- for a flash- a blackness that seemed to writhe like a bubbling mass of ink up her fingers—!" curious...

D: chloe... :(

augh my heart... they all got got protecting each other...

YOUR EVIL THIS IS UPSETTING ME

um hello?? who is speaking to her in bold?? am i dumb for not knowing?? girly is hearing voices

kill him!

gigantitan baby cult...

alternate universe where neither of them remember any of the old akumas names and at one point one of the akumas is so offended by the idea of being forgettable its enough of a distraction to get them

not me trying to think about whether a wish could actually be beneficial in any overall capacity using the rules we were given because hawkmoth is saying it would be...

no but why is the fact that akumatised queen bee is just sad making me so upset-

this is such a fucking big chapter jesus christ-

"nicking her ear and taking out one of her piercings" make her design look like gargamels cat azrael 2k18

(thats the wrong year. uh. shhh thats just the auto fill in my head when i say 2k)

hawky boy has gone off the edge of sanity hasn't 'e...

WOAH ONE ON ONE?? OWHUWO

OH NO ITS GOING BADLY

ohno that guy in bold is back at it again being ominous as fuck ohh i am dumb its plagg. yeah that tracks i am but a silly guy

ooo is it happening? is she doing the thing??

YOO THAT WAS BETTER THAN WHAT I THOUGHT OF THAT WAS BADASS YOO??

OUHTFHEDW

really did a bilbo catching the one ring on his finger and turning invisible right when gollum was boutta catch him tense vibes moment i would describe this better but i must get back to reading this was awesome

OOO SHE DID END UP BEING CALM IT WORKED WOHDANW4FIBBDE

THIS IS BAD COMMENTARY I AM EXCITED OK??

augjh=gtfreinig4fgrninib4frnedw

the way that i'm insane for the idea that someone recorded this fight and everyone ends up seeing panthera being a fucking badass has me insane...

mmmm switching the music to metallica

oh that was the right decision perfect base drop timing for what i was reading

ough awoog wibnefr, insane for the way that she is not referring to herself as human rn

awwybgfwei bgyrfned insane for all of this actually

THIS WAS SO FUCKING COOL JESUS CHRIST OH MY GOD ABHWEBHUUNERI I WISH I COULD SHAKE YOU BY THE SHOULDERS AND EXPLAIN ARTICULATELY EVERY DETAIL I LOVED BUT ALAS ALL I CAN DO IS KEYBOARD SMASH AT YOU ACROSS THE INTERNET

love carapce actually <3

“You suck bro. Take an L dude, take an L.” “HOW DARE YOU SAY THAT TO ME– THIS IS MY MOMENT-” “IT’S A RANDOM FUCKING FRIDAY DUDE IT IS JUST A FRIDAY!” Carapace shouted, so frustrated, pinching his fingers together at the man. “YOU’VE WASTED SO MUCH TIME! GET A JOB!” love this so much actually

YO I FORGOT ABOUT MAYURA AND YOU FUCKING NAMED THE CHAPTER AFTER HER BRO

What a wonderful power, she thought. To protect, instead of hurt. stab in the heart why don't you

“HEY LADYBUG WE FOUND A BROKEN STICK!” “I FOUND IT FIRST ACTUALLY!” “I FOUND A FEATHER!” The two simply sighed love them all so dearly actually <3

awoog wiubfrne, whub?? juleka babe girly darling why are you still injured???? ough it was because of the metallica moment (<3 i have my own name for it, the songs i listened to while that was happening was Battery and Master of puppets btw)

well course it didn't heal from the cure, they are exact opposites so their direct effects would cancel out. like a plus and a minus, idiot

Apparently Rose might’ve fought Adam in a random parking lot that they had ended up in because she thought he might’ve hurt her during the attack so.. HWJB4IFE HA she would do that wouldn't she?

“Meh, it happens.” alix??? this is such a hilariously chill response??

nriew more chlolix crumbs...

Alix defended herself passionately, throwing up her hands as icing laid smeared on her lips. She paused for a moment, as Chloe half-heartedly wiped a bit off before continuing THATS GAY GAYY THEY ARE GAY A3WDWEUI sorry i got a bit excited there.

“Don’t worry, I won’t disappear.” “…Sometimes I–” “Yes?” Juleka pepped up. Rose paused and seemingly waved her thoughts away, smiling. “It’s nothing, don’t keep your big bro waiting!” RRRR REVEAL YOUR IDENTITY PLEASE OIGUHER RRRR

no because you somehow manage to keep it being a slow burn after they got together and i'm insane for that

actually they are the most adorable creatures in the universe i love them

I just didn’t think you’d start hearing them now.. huhwuh?? she is supposed to hear voices?????? weird wack ass side effects

ruhroh looks like thats the consequences of your actions nathalie

RUHROH THE CONSEQUENCES OF JULEKAS ACTIONS?? ough she has made herself an extra high value target

Her boy– no. Their boy shut up your in a queerplatonic relationship with gabriel and you both dated emilie in my head. he is your child to me <3 (i will write that damn 200k slowburn unhappy ending prequel i joked about if you fucking force my hand (ie. continue to make reference teeny tiny things like that (or maybe it will just start planning itself in my head right now curse you my brain)))

WAIT THE REST OF THIS PARAGRAPH IS SO SAD SHUT UP YOUR A CRUEL BEAST CAP

Emelie and Gabriel’s boy. He was not her’s. He would never be her’s. She was just– the assistant. The distant guardian. This was all for him though, if she could help– she could just. Maybe.. Nathalie shook her head at herself. What mattered was this family. UPSET NOW

TEARING YOU APART RIPPING YOU APART WITH MY TEETH CAP THIS WAS INCREDIBLE AND THIS TOOK ME OVER 2 HOURS

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I 4yrheiwjnow

you may receive asks in your future about me writing that thing i keep joking about. i am spinning it in my mind like this damn rat

i muted it at times but wanted a timer and uh

this is nearly 1800 words wrong what is wrong with me- yknow what no this is your fault for the monster size of this chapter, anyway, time to slap this beast into your inbox <33

THIS IS MADE ME SO SO SO SOSOSOSOSO SOS O HAPPY.,,,,,,,

THANK YOU SO SO MUCH,, IM GLAD YOU ENJOYED,,,

#panthera noire au #sneak a cat

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matenrou-fan · 1 year

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Could I request Doppo falling in love with a pretty bookworm s/o whom he met at a library after bumping into her?

Doppo falling in love with a bookworm fem! s/o

femreader, fluff, just wholesome stuff;; 1851 words;;

Jakurai-sensei always told Doppo that the most important things and people get in our lives from absolutely minor, small incidents, and Doppo actually believes him but never thought it would work with him too. Well, at least he thought so until Friday two weeks ago.

It was a late evening, he hurried up after his job right to the library. Ahh, why is he so clumsy?! Always forgets about books he lends from the library and remembers about them on the last day of deadline..! Also, due to his stupid work he has only 15 minutes before the archive will be closed now.

In such a hurry, the poor salaryman didn't even notice people around him, running through corridors, trying to remember where in this maze of shelves the librarian was sitting. All he can think about is their probably angry face as they scold him for being so stupid and forgetful and– bump..!

Doppo opens his eyes wide, really scared and ready to scatter in apologies, but.. But now in front of him was such a cute and beautiful face of a young woman, also with wide eyes, scared to shine in her deep irises as she was surprised to see someone being in such a rush in such a quiet and calm place. For a moment Doppo was stunned, unable to even say a word, as he was mesmerized by her beauty, and only then he realized what he just did.

"I.. I'm sorry..!" - bowing as low as he can, Doppo whispers, despite the fact that he actually wanted to scream. What a stupid idiot he is..! He just bumped into someone so precious and even can't apologize properly as he's still in a hurry and also too afraid to speak loud. Not only because he was still in the library, but this girl was like an angel, and now Doppo was afraid he would hurt her with his loud inaudible mumbles.

"That's okay.." - soft giggle escaped her mouth as she tilted her head. She wasn't mad at him, but mostly interested in such a strange sloppy man.

Doppo looks up at her again, he can't help but feel an awkward smile playing on his lips.. Was he blessed today?! Blessed by a complete stranger who looks like an angel?! Heart in his chest keeps beating so fast but now not only because of long running, but just a simple look at this girl makes him tremble a little.

He apologized once again and ran away quickly, still trying to find a librarian, not knowing that the mysterious girl kept looking at him, watching him go..

***

You smile, also remembering this accident. In that evening you didn't feel anything towards this man, maybe you were a little confused and just slightly interested in him, but nothing more. And oh how surprised you were to see him again the next day, also late at evening, sitting near the library as you walk from the door. You always had this bad habit of staying up late in the library and all your friends keep calling you a bookworm, but you just can't help it.. You love to read, but maybe you got into every book you touch too deep, diving headlong into every story… Anyways, today you also left the library pretty late, your eyes on this man who clearly was waiting for you.

"I.. um.. Hello.." - he mumbles quickly when you get closer, immediately jumping from the bench. He was pretty anxious and his hands kept trembling as he looked at you with such nervousness in his bright blue eyes - "I don't know if you remember me.. B-but I bumped into you yesterday and didn't even apologize properly.."

You furrow your brows, wanting to tell him that he actually said sorry back then, but suddenly man bowed again, even lower than yesterday, and a wave of terribly quick, incomprehensible "sorry-sorry-sorry" rushed into you, as he keep bowing again and again, almost sobbing.

"H-hey, you know, you can stop.. I'm not angry.." - you murmur, absolutely confused.. But you also chuckle a little, as this strange behavior was somewhat cute.

"I'm just really sorry.. I thought for a long time if I should appear to you again or if I'm not worthy to stand here near you.. After all, I'm just like a water flea and my words are probably just undignified and I'm such a low and stupid and.." - he started mumbling again, burying himself deeper and deeper in his pessimistic thoughts.

"What do you mean? You sound like I'm a goddess or something.." - you giggle a little, not noticing this gaze, full of cherish and admiration. Cause he's actually started thinking about you as about someone saint., you just keep being so calm and friendly towards him, how can he not see you like that..!

But your soft words also give him a little hope, that maybe.. maybe he will be able to get to know you more..? He can't help but feel drawn to you, and actually the reason why he was standing in front of you now was not only to apologize but also because he was thinking about you for a whole night. Embarrassment was tickling his chest while he was tossing and turning in his bed, remembering over and over again your cute face.

And it looks like it's worth it to get here again, as you look at him with these pretty eyes and he feels his soul relaxing and tensing at the same time.

***

So he started to visit the library more after this, as it was the only place where he could meet you. Of course Doppo tries to act like he is really very interested in all these books but his gaze keeps wandering between shelves, searching for your figure. And every time he sees you, the poor salaryman gets so nervous, coughing and sweating, the random journal he just took was trembling in his arms as he slowly gets closer.

Of course you notice him every time and get closer too, also acting as if you didn't expect to see him here. But it was so hard to hide your smile sometimes..

Slowly, during small quiet talks you get to know each other a little bit more. His name was Doppo and he was working in a manufacturer of medical equipment, but you try to change the subject when he starts talking about his job, as it always ends up with his pessimistic mumbles. You do adore this little bad habit of his but you also wanted to help him to get rid of this tendency to humiliate himself. Why? Well.. Maybe you also start feeling something towards him, as Doppo was so gentle and soft, a little bit shy but it just completes his character.

He listens to you carefully when you start talking about this new book you decided to read, he actually asks questions and tries to understand the plot, even willing to read this story too. And his interest in you was really pleasing, as Doppo was much softer and warmer than most of the other guys you know. You even thought that you would be the one who will make the first step and call him on a date but one day..

..It was a Saturday, you were in a great mood today as everything around you was so bright and colorful, bathing in warm rays of sun. Of course you were heading to the library, already knowing that your friend would probably also be here, waiting for you. During weekends you two have more time to share as he is free from his work.

As you get closer to the library, you already notice him, standing not that far away with his back to you. By the way he was stamping his foot and looking around you clearly can tell that he's more nervous than usual so you sped up and went up to him, already curious.

"Hey, Doppo…!" - with a small smile you stand behind him, wanting to surprise him.

But as soon as he turned to you with a little squeak, the one who got more surprised was you.

Doppo was standing here, instead of the casual sweater he wears every weekend when you meet each other there was a more formal shirt, and in his shaky arms was.. flowers? You gasp, looking at this bouquet then at his blushing face, as Doppo gulps and mumble.

"Um.. Hello, s/o…" - he was looking away but then he sighs and his gaze finally meets yours. Unexpected boldness and determination was in these blue eyes that were brighter than usual, a little risky spark was shining in them.

"Doppo.. Is this for me..?" - you mumble and he nods, stepping closer.

"S/o…! I.. I wanted to show you how much I actually appreciate you.." - his voice was a little bit shaky and his cheeks got even more red but he kept looking at you with such love and softness. - "I wanted to say.. that I love you.."

Your heart skips a beat, you feel the same hot redness start appearing on your face too. The confession itself was not so surprising but Doppo's behavior.. these beautiful flowers, that was your favorite. You just once mentioned your preference in bouquets when you two talked about one book about a florist and her magic garden, and he remembered that. It touched your heart so much, you were absolutely speechless.

"I-it's okay if you don't feel the same.. if you can't accept my feelings then please, at least accept these flowers as a little gift from me.." - he mumbled, trying to act cool but inside his heart was beating so fast, his whole chest was hurted from these quick thuds. Weak smile appears on his lips. - "It would be enough for me to be happy.."

"Doppo, i.." - you look at him, don't know how to form your words. You were no less embarrassed, it feels like you never feel such deep and sincere happiness.

Your inner feeling flashed in your gaze, and told Doppo more than any words can ever be. He steps closer, still looking at your beautiful mesmerizing eyes, but when he notices how your gaze slowly gets down to his lips, it was the last straw.

He leaned closer, pressing his lips to yours, in a very soft and gentle manner so you could pull away in any second. But you kiss him back, grasping to his shoulder as you feel like you can fall unconscious in any second, butterflies are tickling inside you as you enjoy the warmness of Doppo's lips.

When you two slowly pull away, his awkward smile turns into such a tender and loving one as you can see how much delight you bring to his soul.

"S/o.. I never feel more happier than right now.." - he touches your hand, still looking at your face - "The flowers are actually not the last surprise for you today.. What do you think if we'll go to a cafe together now, darling?♡"

#hypmic x reader #hypmic imagines #hypmic #doppo kannonzaka #doppo x reader #doppo kannonzaka x reader #hypnosis mic doppo #hypmic doppo #hypnosis mic

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cassicaendra · 7 months

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💫 FROM NARUTO TO BORUTO FANFICTION💫

Official name: Unexpected

(An additional part. "The last exam" p.1)

Only here on En here. From author personally.

Madara was in full assembly in the hall of famous Konoha ninjas.

Of course, he will not be the same wise leader of the clan. The sister is already coping with it better. A warrior from him is also like that.. Slightly above average.

- Well, what was Mom guided by, naming in honor of this warrior? If you were alive, I'd call you a jerk who doesn't want to be responsible..

"Uchiha clan leader, friend, wife of the first Hokage and a wise warrior"

-..And she would be right.

And it doesn't look so impressive. He is not tall, has blue eyes... They call them cute.

This Madara was his distant relative, whom he didn't even really know. Of course I knew about participating in the war, marrying the founder of Konoha, but it was so long ago..

- And it's good that she died.

He had already turned around to leave... But my gut tells me that I'm not alone in the hall. I don't want anyone else to see it..

- Who's here? Don't hide, I won't bite.

- I'm wondering if I'm going to scare you with this.

When Uchiha turns around with an activated sharingan, a spitting image of Ootsutsuki stands in front of him.

But what he lacks is blond hair. They are purple, long..

- What do you need?

Madara clutches kunai behind her, praying not to fight right before the exam.. In order not to fight with a clearly superior opponent.

- Where is the chunin exam held?

Exhales. No, they weren't going to fight him now, otherwise they would have attacked him while he was standing and soaring in the clouds. The eyes become ordinary..

- I'm going there too. The field will be located this time in the north of the village, respectively, the course there. Can I ask you a question?

- I will be glad to answer for your help. - The man calmly answers.

- What are you here for?

Ootsutsuki chuckles contentedly, as if waiting for a question to be asked. Examines the young man, quickly realizing who is standing in front of him.

- You're from the Uzumaki clan, since you've heard about our race and react so calmly. And Uchiha. Mom told me about you.

- You still haven't answered the question, and wouldn't you like to ask the name first before judging?

A good-natured smile confuses a white-skinned man who is obviously not used to a warm welcome ..

He nods happily.

- He managed to persuade me to let me go for a while to travel. With the status of chunin, I will be given other documents, and they are my goal, people like to complicate everything. So what about your name?

- Madara. Don't ask me why, I don't like it myself. Is the mother by any chance from the Hugo clan?

- Can you really know about her? I'm Tsukiko, prefer Hugo.

- Hinata.. Right?

- That's right. When I get back, I'll have another sister. She will have to inherit the title of princess.

Tsukiko didn't seem to think to hide his origin. Maybe even proud.. But it was impossible to read a single fraction of emotions on the face.

- And how it feels.. To be just a blot on the background of an unborn child?

- How does it feel to realize that you will not achieve the highest titles?

Initially taking the question to himself, Madara frowned incomprehensibly, folded his hands on his sides..

-If they don't invite me to the post of Hokage advisor soon, I'm going to get a jonin degree anyway. And then maybe they'll take a look at ANBU.. Although what am I telling you.

The man shrugged his shoulders. He sighed and added: "What do you care, your parents will provide for you"

- No. I apologize if I seemed tactless.

- Toneri really decided so? I'm sorry, I took a completely different tone.

- Yes. I don't dare to doubt my own parents for a minute. What about your parents? However.. I guess I'm meddling in my own business. - The dark-haired man sneered in response.

Madara finally managed to look out the window..

- We're probably late! Damn, damn, damn!

He gestured for Tsu to follow him.. The strange interlocutor agreed, because they did not give him any other choice.

You can't lose red hair in a crowd. But a leisurely companion - even as..

- Tsu, please, move faster!

..From the fact that he doesn't even like to be touched.

- Have you studied theory? In practice, I have no doubt, you are undoubtedly successful.

- Are you talking about ninja commandments and other rubbish? - Hugo tried very hard to go as fast as possible to keep up..

- Oh, yes.. Dad said that his teammate Sakura knew them perfectly well, which helped them pass in general. - Uchiha-Uzumaki grinned, struggling with the desire to push, and at the same time not to run into.. - Difficulties too?

- No. But it seems that you have.

Madara stuck out his tongue at this, trying to deny with all his appearance that he had problems with the theory. They simply could not be, studying in their family is also appreciated.

- I try to study diligently. Hardly.

In someone's understanding, "try to be diligent" means "to graduate better than the last two generations, if you do not include parents and their brother or mentor in the generation."

Uchiha-Uzumaki deliberately raised his head, now deliberately passing on in silence. It didn't work out very well.. But it worked.

..Now Tsukiko is drooping. He didn't want to hurt Madara, but he wasn't a master at communication either.

- Did I say something wrong?

- I don't like it when people doubt my abilities. That's all.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm not really offended. But you should know that I am one of the best students of the stream. And a descendant of two legendary clans. However, my team lost one person quite recently..

- Dead?

- She took the documents, left the village without explaining anything. And I did it three days ago, not even in a month.

- Maybe someone died from her family?

- What did you say, "she died, from her died.". I don't know, okay? We've known each other for nine years! And you can't really get words out of her, but she's also used to us..

Madara snorted, clearly not going to continue the topic. Plunged into thought ...

- Can I replace her?

- Pfft, well, you asked in time, on the day of the exam, when the teams have already been approved. We would still have a sensei, that would be a joy.. And then forever "do not disturb outside of school time, do not ask stupid questions."

- His description also makes me sad.

- Well, that's why I have a father to train, and a bunch of his friends. As for your proposal, think about it yourself, it's just that we usually have two girls and one boy in our teams. Well, it happened.

The red-haired man shrugged his shoulders, finally approaching the gate..

Tsukiko didn't notice anything further from the moment he encountered the same red-haired girl.

"Beautiful as the sun" - That's how his father once answered him when asked what his intended would be.

- I've been waiting for you here for an hour, where have I fallen?! You're hanging out with your friends again! The exam is already in half an hour, Ari has been waiting!

- But who asked her to come an hour and a half before the exam!

The unfortunate Madara tried unsuccessfully to fend off his own sister, from whose iron grip few people got out..

- Save-help-rape!

- Mikoto, he is still alive for the exam, especially with an unfortunate replacement!

A short girl with expressive green eyes also had gorgeous red hair, standing between the two..

- You don't have to stare at me. Where did you come from and why did you appear?

Of course, Mikoto noticed that her brother's next new friend was looking at her without a shyness. But the origin was alarming..

- Tsukiko Hugo. To take the exam, of course.

- Well, a massacre to the death, so to the death. Madara, are you so confident in your ability to stay alive?

- I will be given weights and a certain list of prohibited techniques. It's stupid to fight in full force if you just kill the opponent instantly. And what about the name above, dear red-haired beast?

At first she just snorted. Later, she moved forward decisively.

- Mikoto Uzumaki-Uchiha. Don't you dare call me a beast, I'm above you in rank.

Tsukiko just patted the girl on the head, still smiling affably.

...And his ardor was cooled by a strong blow to the face. A minute later, Madara was lying on the ground next to him..

- F-for the future. Don't push up and don't call my sister that, she still had a light stroke. Oh fucking ..

The young man bent in half from the pain, without saying anything. It seems that this was not the first time, since he reacted so calmly..

- Do you have this often?

- Just try to be a nice guy. And if you want to get the location, be careful with compliments, act carefully and gradually ..

- What does she like at all?

- Power. That's it, stop whispering, get up, come on, it's about twenty minutes before the exam, and then they call you the most I don't want.

- Calling?..

- They're looking for you. - The red-haired man snorted.

Madara got up first, willingly extending his hand.

- And yes.. Are you going to wear a kimono?

Without further ado, Tsu accepted a helping hand, later turning out to be in the usual form with the help of technology.

- Mr. Ootsutsuki, let's go through, we will allocate you everything you need under the contract before the start.

- Just Tsukiko.

The young man willingly walked with one of the organizers, taking a more human form.

"So he could have turned all this time, but preferred to be stared at by everyone around? I would like to live with such equanimity and straightforwardness in life.."

Madara sighed, turning to Ari, who brought a replacement. This sad face, quickly changing to a cheerful one, had to be seen..

- I see you've recovered. This..

- I see that Hugo. What's your name, what's with the theory?

Affability turned into severity.

- Are you the captain of team number six? Well, it's not bad with her, although I admit that not everything is given.. Hatumi Hyuga.

The brunette bowed awkwardly. Apparently, she had heard about the origin..

- Welcome to the team.

"We were obviously lucky. Has Nagato-sensei decided to help his students for once? Otherwise, do not touch it outside of school, then do not approach, sign the exam papers yourself.." - The young man smiled warmly again.

- Madara Uzumaki-Uchiha. Yes, I'm the captain. Ari will need help with theory. We act quietly. What about the physical part?

- Uh.. I stretch my wrist forever, trying to move the nightstand.

He stifled a chuckle.

- I see.. Ari, you're a man again.

- Oh, well, I never thought of you as him.

- Put aside the banter over the captain. Come on, let's deign to listen to Nagato-sensei, I see him smiling for the first time in my life.

And indeed. In the distance, a familiar blond man in casual clothes waved at them.

- What's the truth? Maybe there will be a golden shower? - Lazily pulled Ari. - if that's what now and your sensei for this time. We're joking, of course..

- Yeah, with leprechauns on unicorns. Or maybe we're not joking, let's go already. This is our teacher, Nagato. The laziest and most untouchable Jounin.

It seems that Hatumi laughed with jokes.. Yes, not for long. The poor guy understood that she could only hope for a barely familiar, albeit friendly-minded team..

Also that man from Ootsutsuki.

- New girl? So far we have five minutes before the exam.. Listen to Madaru, and in general help the guys. I sincerely wish you all good luck, my children.

- But we stopped believing in you a long time ago, but for the sake of appearances, thank you. We'll talk about training after..

The young man waved in his direction, and the team silently followed him..

- Good luck on the exam, bro! - Mikoto has already reminded me of herself somewhere in the distance.

- You're lucky to sleep all day, too.

The captain was clearly puzzled.

Everyone knew the main stages. Theory-practice.

But every year something changes. Generation after generation is gaining experience faster.

"It will be a miracle if we don't come face to face with Tsukiko. With a sister against one, even younger, it's not so scary. What does he care about these weights, fluff.. Only the devil knows what will be used"

The door to the office slammed shut. No luck.

" Aand... None of mine are in the audience. Cool. Well, I'll hold my fists for the girls.. Wait."

Calm as a stone, Ootsutsuki was sitting at the desk right in front of him.

Yes, of course he is, with weights and notorious light purple eyes.

"The rest of us would know how unlucky we are. They were all waiting for the horned one.."

Despite everything, Madara nodded affably. And in response to him..

Here is the form with seven tasks. Nothing complicated, since no one needs to help in any way.

The infamous seventh task..

"Name the third largest village formed from the warring clans of several of the strongest families by Hashirama Senju"

"Aha, and the fact that Madara Uchiha participated there, for some reason everyone forgot. After all, thanks to their union, the village appeared.."

"Konoha"

The young man is already getting up from his seat, holding a piece of paper with written answers right behind his back, as if not noticing it. Sighs of relief are heard..

As it turned out, he wasn't the first. Several teams have already left.. And Hatumi.

- Are you done yet? Fine, I wanted to talk to at least someone.. With you - the best option.

The girl smiled back.

- Really? It's beautiful. Have you been approached by chance with a scroll?

- But I'm not the captain.. And so.. What do you do outside of school?

- I like to cook. It's my hobby, if that's what you mean. Madara shrugged his shoulders. - It's also cool to study, but not always. Heey, team six is here!

One of the organizing team approached them, handing out a scroll.

- The scroll must be saved. In case of loss - disqualification of the team.

- Rules?

- Survive. We wish you good luck!

The man took the scroll, immediately handing it to Hatumi.

- Unlike Ari, you don't have brute force to defend yourself. But you can anticipate attacks and warn. Yes, where is she...

Obviously, the captain was looking for her. The girl has no abilities..

Finally, the redhead showed up. So did Ootsutsuki along with her..

- We have another problem.

- Which one?

- Let's just say.. A stronger representative of the Hugo clan. He doesn't have a team, but he's worth three, believe me.. You can't let him in. If you notice, run. - Madara waved his hand to the other girl so that she could find them faster.

And so, a quick reservation of an uncomplicated plan. Who protects whom, what to do in an emergency.

-..The main thing is not to let the enemy get too close, but also not to lose sight. Do you understand everything?

The girls nodded to him. And the three of them headed towards the unknown..

- Where is your team?

- I don't need it.

The blue-haired man took the scroll one of the last, immediately in a couple of movements finding himself in the middle of the thicket ..

..The sixth team moved at some distance from each other.

#naruto fanfiction #naruto #yaoi #boruto fanfiction #team 7 naruto #saske uchiha

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solarmorrigan · 2 years

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For the Newmann prompts, how about either #16 or #24, whichever catches your fancy!

Thank you!

Ah! Thank you very much for the prompt! I'll admit to seriously wanting to write both numbers, but in the end I only had the time/energy for one :/ I enjoyed writing it, though, so I hope you enjoy reading it (if you're still around; I'm sorry it took a bit!)

#24: “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

It happens for the first time when they’ve been stationed at the Hong Kong Shatterdome for nearly three years.

A knock comes at Hermann’s door far later than could be considered polite, and as he makes his way over, Hermann can only assume there’s been some kind of emergency.

Instead, upon looking through the peephole, he finds Newton standing on the other side.

With a frustrated huff, Hermann opens the door, but the pointed remark about manners dies on his tongue when he gets a better look at the man on his doorstep – Newton’s eyes are red-rimmed and wet behind crooked spectacles, his face is pale where it isn’t blotchy, his shoulders are tensed up nearly to his ears.

He looks terrible.

“What’s happened?” Hermann asks, low-level anxiety already shoving the frustration away.

Newton shakes his head. “Nothing. Nothing happened.” He gives an entirely unconvincing little laugh that is followed by what is probably meant to be a discrete sniffle. “I know it’s late, but I, uh. I wanted to talk to you because I had an idea? Can’t – can’t pick when brilliance strikes, right? And I need to, uh– sound it out. Like, now. If… you don’t mind.”

As an excuse, it is deeply unconvincing, if only because Newton has never before asked if Hermann would mind before he barges into his space or starts spouting incomprehensible biological terms, but being as something is clearly wrong, Hermann steps aside.

“Thanks,” Newton mutters, crossing the threshold quickly, as though he thinks Hermann might change his mind and send him away after all.

He’s dressed for bed, Hermann notes, in a threadbare t-shirt and flannel pajama bottoms, the cuffs of which are stuffed into the tops of his boots, the only concession Newton has made to appropriate attire for leaving one’s quarters. It does make Hermann feel a little less underdressed in his own pajamas and dressing gown, however, so he finds he doesn’t mind much.

Hermann offers Newton the desk chair, the only place to sit aside from the bed, and Newton thanks him but doesn’t take it. Instead, he begins to pace the small room, radiating nervous energy as he cuts glances at Hermann.

“So, uh. Yeah, I’ve been thinking about – about this sample I just got in. Old shit, but they did a pretty good job preserving it. But, yeah. No, um – I’ve been studying it… obviously. And I’m thinking…”

What follows is a ramble that, even to Hermann, who has not made a habit of studying any kind of biology outside of what he’s absorbed from Newton’s impromptu lectures in the past, sounds like disjointed nonsense. It’s full of prevarication, unrelated observations, and occasional segues into the definitions of basic terms. If it had been turned in as a written assignment, Hermann would have given it a “D” at best.

It isn’t about the content, though, Hermann realizes after five straight minutes of bafflement. As Newton paces and waves his arms and fidgets with his hands with such intensity that Hermann is briefly concerned he may dislocate one of his own fingers, Hermann realizes that what Newton is really doing is working through the final stages some sort of anxiety attack.

There is a desperate edge to his voice, the barest hint of a tremble, and he scarcely even pauses for breath, as though he fears something will happen if he stops talking.

Hermann has absolutely no idea why Newton’s come to him, of all people, in the midst of his panic, but he tries not to disappoint. As much as he and Newton pick and prod at one another, there are some things that must be considered separate from their usual feuding. So Hermann pays attention, hums when it seems appropriate, asks questions when it seems Newton is running out of steam and devolving into anxious stuttering, and waits for Newton to wind down.

He does, eventually, sinking into the desk chair that had been offered to him some time prior and continuing to babble intermittently, until he is more sleepy silences than chatter.

“It’s late,” Hermann finally says, stifling a very real yawn. “I think we ought to get to bed.”

“Yeah.” Newton nods, a bit dazed but no longer vibrating. “Yeah. Thanks for, uh – listening.”

“Of course.” Hermann pauses, considering whether he ought to add any more, but he eventually just allows himself to remain in awkward silence.

Newton quirks an odd little smile at him, and goes.

Hermann expects it to be a one-off sort of event – that Newton came to him in a fit of desperation when, for some reason, he had nowhere else to turn.

This does not turn out to be the case.

Newton continues to show up at Hermann’s door, usually later than Hermann would prefer, though he never denies Newton. Sometimes it happens as frequently as once a week, sometimes it does not happen for months at a time. Hermann cannot help but look for a pattern, though he is no psychologist, and finds hints of one in the turns of Newton’s moods, in the rising tension within the PPDC, in the amount of funding and leeway K-Science is given – or denied.

What Hermann cannot fathom, however, is why Newton comes to him at all.

Hermann is notoriously impatient with high levels of emotion, and, as Newton himself has pointed out on multiple occasions, Hermann isn’t a “people person.” He isn’t ashamed of this, not after years of building up armor against the jabs people make about it, but he has found it’s made him… less approachable, over the years. Yet Newton comes to him when he is anxious and vulnerable and is inexplicably soothed by him.

Though Hermann tries to provide whatever it is Newton is looking for when he turns up in the night, he can only go on so long before his curiosity gets the best of him.

“Why do you come here?” Hermann asks one evening, breaking the silence that usually settles once Newton has tired himself out.

Slumped over in the desk chair and fiddling with one of Hermann’s wooden hand puzzles, Newton glances over at Hermann. “Huh?”

“I asked why you come here,” Hermann says again.

This time, Newton snorts, looking back to the desk. “I thought that was kinda obvious, man. I have… like, sort of severe anxiety issues. ‘Cause of, y’know, the bipolar, and the general stress, and also the world is ending, and, like–”

“I know all of that,” Hermann snaps. “I mean… here. Why do you come here?”

Newton shrugs. “Because you’re here.”

As if it’s that simple.

“Why me?” Hermann asks quietly.

Newton shrugs again, but he’s staring very pointedly at the pieces of puzzle he’s spread over the surface of Hermann’s desk. “You’re the only one I trust to do this.”

“And what is ‘this’? What is it that I do?” Hermann has been dying to know, if he’s honest – what could he possibly be doing that Newton finds solace in?

“You just… you’re here. You watch out for me while I get my brain back together. You’re, uh. Present, I guess, when I can’t be.” Newton glances over at Hermann, a furtive look from beneath his lashes, cagey and uncertain. “No one else would do that for, y’know… me.”

“Ah,” is all Hermann can think to say for a moment.

“Yeah,” Newton says.

“I’m… glad,” Hermann finally manages. “That I can be of some help.”

This time, Newton says nothing, but sends Hermann another of those, queer, tired little smiles.

When Newton goes back to his own quarters, Hermann finds himself oddly disappointed to see him go. For one mad moment, he wonders if, sometime in the future, he might just tell Newton that he’s welcome to stay – stay the night, stay in Hermann’s room. That’s if it helps Newton, of course, but also because Hermann has grown strangely protective over these nights between them. Possessive, suddenly.

These nights are theirs.

But these are thoughts, Hermann decides, best examined when not in a haze of exhaustion. He lays down to sleep and vows to think it through some other time.

#newmann #hermann gottlieb #newt geiszler #hermannnewt #pacific rim #solar wrote #answers from solar #anonymous #this got out of hand I'm sorry #it was supposed to be a 'drabble' but it wanted to be bigger and I let it

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bredforloyalty · 1 year

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i watch rnm 06x07 (late, as always) and wow the show just keeps getting worse! my issue isn't even the meta jokes (and the jokes ABOUT meta jokes), it's that it's so boring! it's completely lost it's charm imo. like some episodes this season have been fantastic but overall she is flopping </3

ohh it's interesting that you think that, thank you for indulging me angel :] <33

i wanted to answer this later (contrary to popular belief i have ""obligations"" mainly bc of something called """university""") (🤢) but it wouldn't let me rest so let me just say this: you're right but i don't agree gydnfy but also i agree.

i didn't like the latest episode, this is nothing that others haven't said but pointing out that a concept is forced, that it sucks, doesn't make it suck less haha.. "not a likable premise" is right, i don't know if we were supposed to disagree with rick but i mean, i couldn't, it's like the joke is just on the audience now. and it felt like the writers needed to vent. i still enjoyed some moments a lot and actually when i watched it with my sister i forgave some jokes i groaned at the first time, like it grew on me just a tiny bit on a second watch but it's a no from me, specifically because of the meta bullcrap

i also happen to have a problem with what morty (as in the writers through morty) said about creativity, i'm no big shot tv show writer (lmaoo) but i think if that's how they view art/creating, we've got some ,, issues mayhaps! but it's whatever that's just one detail, my real complaint is that the episode wasn't really fun, creative or funny, and it felt like it hated itself. sorry for being harsh it's out of genuine love. and i think when a show's actually clever, there should be no need to remind us and poke fun at trite concepts and at shitty jokes. it's not like i know better but umm 🧐 get off the high horse and Do the clever stuff, Balance sci-fi with drama and comedy, Be earnest. or perish, you know. but that's just my opinion

anyway sorry i went on a bit of a tangent there, the season as a whole isn't a flop in my opinion, it's just all in the process of evolving. there are things that changed that i'm happy about and things that i'm not happy about.. the pacing felt smoother, apart from maybe full meta jackrick they didn't do that thing where they take on too much in a single episode (and then it's a fast-paced mess full of incomprehensible sci-fi jargon gydgxy), i think the storytelling was a bit better... i like what they're doing with canon, i like that they chose to take away portal travel and make the first half family-oriented and more sitcom-y, i think that was needed. bethcest was daring. i think there's a lot to like about this season

whether the show's truly funny at this point is arguable (but if you don't think it is funny at all, why watch lol) - i think there were a decent number of laughs, it's not the best r&m can do, it's not a Great season, but i'd argue this show has never been consistently great. unless you count the first season! kind of. being a season one elitist is one way to live but it seems a bit limiting and i really do enjoy each of the five seasons before this to varying degrees and for slightly different reasons. shows that aren't sure what they're doing from the get-go or shows that aren't sure how to keep up interest and keep the story going and have it be consistent are always highly divisive because like,, they give you a lot to play around with.... a lot to consider, many different things you can like about it. so of course we have different ideas of what it should be

i don't even know what the point i wanted to make is, but i will say that i don't see season 6 as worse or boring, i see it as different. fundamentally different, maybe that's why it can't be as funny or funny in the same way or satisfy me personally. with the many people who seem to love the new developments, rick being gentler and whatnot, i'm inclined to say "the ideas i have about the best direction for rick and morty and the ideas the writers have (+ the wishes of long-time fans) are growing farther apart" instead of "the show's deteriorating"

we could've had more morty this season. the show is its best imo when the rick-morty dynamic is front and center and that's where my personal dissatisfaction and my ideas and wishes come in: i think season 6 does many things right, but the aspect of this show that's the most integral to my enjoyment and that made it particularly special to me is barely there anymore. i am not interested in rick being careful, apologetic or considerate, especially with his grandson, that's not what i signed up for and they couldn't make me believe the shift in the dynamic or appreciate it, really. i just think rick and morty are less compelling this way, in that regard it's boring to me too!! and i never opposed rick becoming a better person/less controlling! lol i just don't buy it if it happens this way. i saw someone say the show lost its teeth, i referred to it as having been castrated gyshy and i do feel that. i miss the teeth.

#i'm sorry i don't have the energy to summarize and do a tldr lmao #ask #rnm

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osnii · 1 year

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It's very confusing and incomprehensible, but I need to quickly throw away my first impression. I've been avoiding rottmnt for quite a while. When I first saw a random series, I was annoyed by the excessively mobile animation in opening and the series, and unusual images of the characters (Splinter seemed to me like a clown. Where is my wise teacher?) I don't know, maybe I just wasn't in the right mood. But, damn it, I've been meeting them too often lately, the events were too intriguing and lively, and I gave up. And I'm not sorry at all. I haven't seen all the episodes yet due to lack of time, but I watched some of them randomly, the season finales, as well as the netflix movie and fell in love. (I fell headlong into a turtle hole) They really deserve all the love and praise.

You quickly get used to animation and begin to appreciate the dynamism and emotionality that it gives. The environment and colors are such that you want to admire and consider them. And the characters themselves are so alive that you want to hug them! I really like periodic inserts in another style, and I didn't think I missed these 2d animation features so much. I will definitely watch the show in full when I get out of the clutter of cases.

There are so many emotional posts here that I was afraid that someone would really die in the finale, which I didn't want to see (I don't really like the canonical death of the main characters) and wasn't ready to lose the characters and even wanted to pause the viewing. This is by no means a reproach, I really like what I saw, especially now that I know that the heroes are safe (except for their versions from an alternate future, I really feel sorry for them). You create so many beautiful things, and I know comfort is more interesting when it comes after pain, but you guys really like to suffer (I'm with you)

P.S. Mikey, my boy, I've only had him for a day and a half, but if something happens to him, I'll kill everyone in this room, and then myself.

#rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #first impression is deceptive #i love them #text post

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key-lime-soda · 2 years

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RE: resippy tiem :)

Okay, so what I said earlier in that one response to that one ask: It was like... almost sorta an overstatement when I said that I had multiple recipes prepared, as 1) I have many more for Maiko (which I will elaborate on tomorrow or something, it's getting kinda late) 2) I don't have like... exact recipes? More like, general ingredients and ideas that'd fit together for Jackson, which I normally forget but I very likely will look through the Jackson Trace Time Tab (doesn't exist, i'll just look back at like. what i've seen of him) and I can gather more ideas coherently then and 3) It often isn't like! A full recipe! Sometimes I just look at some of Jackson's dialogue and go "Hm. Yeah. That's a grilled answer if I've ever seen one." and then go on with my day.

Anyways! Going back to Maiko's Recipes, (not sure if I even brought that up) you once said that she enjoyed making french toast of sorts: I think that she'd like to ham that stuff up with decorations, just because like! I think she's somewhat of an overachiever in an early stage, and also she cares about the appearance of something quite a lot-- that's what being too invested in cooking competitions can do to someone, man. Citing this ask, Maiko enjoys rice pudding and french toast, implying she enjoys sweet foods with a strong savory undertone, and ones that start out simple but can be modified to the chef and eater's likes and dislikes- which I think shows the level of care between father and daughter here, even in a miniscule way.

Before this, from this ask, the wording of how Maiko wants to join a cooking competition somewhat implies that she favors cooking over baking (or at least that's how I interpreted it) which may be in part due to nurture, Jackson favoring savory, more 'fast-acting' foods over sweeter pastries, with some exceptions, the exceptions being that he seems like the type to go to a local bakery for a croissant when he was busy with work. This might also be a hint into Jackson's personal preferences in food- like I might have mentioned offhandedly before, he seems like the dude to like warmer foods, and also more spicy foods. And like. Based in grains and stuff? He also isn't like, super-heavily carnivorous, not eating meat more than??? Once a day?? But that's just straight up headcanon territory. Also-- So many sauces are just... so fitting for Jackson. I had an actual recipe earlier, but I doubt I could find it in my mindscape now.

One of the recipes I had laid out for him was almost a sort of birria taco? But weird, with more vegetables, a greater citrus-y (specifically lime) presence and a thicker broth. Like. A rich, multi-leveled flavor with a solid base sorta dish. I think the meat inside the weird taco (like i MIGHT have said, i can never describe these recipes thinking back on them) was chicken, which doesn't say much other than I like chicken tacos.

ANYWAYS this was a long and rambly ask, really sorry about how incomprehensible this is, i'll probably swoop back in with more recipe stuff tomorrow-ish? Because i am Tired and Not Thinking As Precisely As I Should Be- Goodnight!

(also sorry if I mischaracterized either of the guys mentioned in this-- i tend to get lost in my own headcanons with characters, very sorry if this did happen)

wow ok that's a lot to unpack (I'm smiling like an idiot btw)

your way of interpreting characters is so interesting??? like u think of food components when you hear certain things. I'm gonna study u so much cuz that's really cool. I think I kinda do the same but with colors? I hear noises and think of colors if that makes sense.

also I love ur headcanons. plz never apologize for making them, it makes me so happy. I'd say half of them are right tbh so congrats!!

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Maiko would definitely go all out and make the fanciest French Toast ever. She wants to make her dad proud, y'know? And as much as he appreciates it, he still inhales the whole thing in like 3 minutes because this man is always late for work.

Rice pudding is like a comfort food for her. Reminds her of Jackson cuz he's the one who always makes it for her. She likes to make French Toast because it's Jackson's favorite breakfast. He probably doesn't like it too sweet though.

She does favor cooking over baking because she hates using an oven. It's so hot inside and has a risk of burning yourself and that scares her. If your properly trained, you can easily avoid burning yourself with a stove (as long as you avoid hot oil too, which isn't her forte either)

Her love of cooking came from watching cooking shows all day when she was really little. Cartoons only play in the mornings back then so she'd watch a Food Network kind of channel in the afternoons. Maiko is autistic, and cooking is her special interest.

Jackson actually does really like meat. Beef is probably his favorite. He doesn't eat it that often because he's not that wealthy and can't afford it (remember: he's a private detective who gets paid the bare minimum, and lives with a college student. they're both broke losers)

He definitely eats a lot of rice. Inherited from his dad, who grew up on a rice farm.

that taco goes hard /pos

this was fun, I'd love to do this again <333

#headcanon??? for my OCs????#sobbing /pos #mbcd #moon bay city detectives

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let-me-take-your-soul · 2 years

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I'm honestly so impressed with how you did that! It was super well written. Could I ask for a follow-up with Black*Star and Tsubaki? (You can come up with why on your own, I'd like SPirit to be there too because I love how you write him in this au)

Absolutely! Thank you for the prompt too! I've been really impressed with all these super cool au's people are sending me!

Angel of Death and Grief w/ Tsubaki and Black*Star

“Black*Star, you have to understand that we couldn’t have been called here for anything good, right? We’ve been so behind on collecting souls. If we’re being called for a meeting by the Angel of Bereavement, we must be facing some serious consequences!” Tsubaki calls after her meister partner.

“You worry too much, Tsubaki! Here’s how I see it: we might not have as many souls to show for it yet, but we’ve been training so hard that I bet this guy wants to challenge us himself to see how strong we’ve gotten. Don’t worry though, if we start fighting, I’ll try to go easy on him since he is technically our principal now.”

Tsubaki sighs as they approach the door to the Death Room. Just as she’s about to knock, the door opens and the familiar face of Spirit Albarn greets them.

“Oh good, you two are here. Kid’s been waiting for you,” he tells them.

“I’m so sorry Mr. Albarn! We didn’t mean to be late. Black*Star got caught up in training,” Tsubaki tries to explain.

“Don’t worry too much about it. Maka and Soul just left a little bit ago, so we haven’t been waiting long.”

Tsubaki thanks him and the two make their way inside, where they are met with the sight of the last reaper they know to exist. His presence fills Tsubaki with a deep sadness, and Black*Star is shocked into silence for a moment as they sit. He’s focused on Kid’s face for a moment longer before breaking the silence.

“Dude, what the hell happened to your face?”

“Black*Star! I’m so sorry for his behavior, please forgive him.”

Kid lets out a sound that is almost entirely inhuman, but after a moment, they recognize it as sounding close to laughter.

“Well, I don’t know what’s so funny about my question, but that’s not important. Why are we here?” Black*Star asks.

Kid holds up a finger, signaling for Black*Star to be patient. This irritates Black*Star and he lets it show.

“What do you mean, wait? And why aren’t you speaking? Can’t you use your words to tell me at least?”

“Black*Star, you are being so rude! We were late to begin with, we can be patient.”

Black*Star huffs and taps rhythmically on the table. He stares at the reaper’s presence, taking in the distorted feeling of his soul and the physical attributes that have formed because of it. After a few more minutes pass, Spirit comes to the table with a fresh batch of tea that he pours for them.

“Alright, sorry for the wait, but we should be ready to start this meeting now,” he tells them.

Kid says something in response, his voice ringing out harmonically yet incomprehensible.

“He said ‘thank you, Spirit. Let’s get started now, shall we?’”

“You got that out of what he just said? Guess I know why we had to wait now. Alright then, why are we here?” Black*Star asks.

“Learn some patience, will ya?” Spirit retorts. “Still, I’m ready. So you can start now, Kid.”

Kid nods at Spirit before turning to Black*Star and Tsubaki.

“I’ve been intrigued by the two of you lately. It’s strange to see two people who are clearly so powerful and yet have done almost nothing to show that power in their studies.”

Black*Star squints at the angel of death in front of him when Spirit finishes his translation.

“Yeah? So what are we here for? You want us to fight you so we have something to show for our power?”

Kid laughs again.

“No no, I’m in no condition to fight. I am nowhere near the level of control that anyone at this school has. If we fought, you could easily kill me- or I may even accidentally kill you. There’s no telling, but it wouldn’t be a good test of your skills.”

“Then what is it you’d like from us?” Tsubaki asks. “Are we being assigned another extracurricular because of how behind we are?”

“I suppose you could call it that. Though it isn’t so much because of your failure to adhere to the curriculum. Rather, when I scouted out Maka and Soul, your friends who did almost create a Death Scythe, I noticed that the two of you worked with them a lot as well. I monitored one of your training sessions, and while you definitely have a lot of growth to do in your… less than favorable personality, I can see the power you have. I want you two to join Maka and Soul on the mission I gave them.”

Black*Star twitches, annoyed at the insults sprinkled throughout the reaper’s explanation.

“Well, you’re kind of a dick, but at least you aren’t blind enough to not see my power. What’s the mission? I doubt we even need Maka and Soul there for it!”

Tsubaki scolds her meister again, but Kid just lets out another laugh, seemingly very amused by the two of them.

“I want you to find my family. It seems that they must have been caught by witches during their journey. Find my father and brother and bring them back. Feel free to incinerate any witches that stand in your path. If you do this and successfully bring back my family, I will grant you power beyond what you can imagine.”

“That’s it? We’re just playing hide and seek with your family?”

“Black*Star, think about this seriously for a minute! We’ve never been on a mission like this before. We’ve only fought kishin eggs. Witches are much more powerful, and if they were able to capture two reapers, who knows what could happen to us?” Tsubaki sighs, then turns to Kid, who seems to be observing each of their movements carefully and hanging on to every word they say.

“You said you asked Maka and Soul on this mission too, correct? And they agreed?”

He nods in response.

“Black*Star, if we go on this mission, we can’t stray from each other. We have to work as a team otherwise any one of us could die!”

Black*Star snorts at that comment.

“We could die on any mission, Tsubaki. There’s hardly anything about this mission that’s more or less dangerous than anything else we’ve done. There’s just another enemy standing in our way.”

“I like the way you think, human. You certainly have the spirit of someone who desires to surpass god.”

Black*Star stands up and pounds his fist excitedly on the table.

“We’ll accept this mission! With the two of us out there, Maka and Soul won’t even need to come with us! We’ll find your family and kill every last witch in our way!”

Black*Star proudly exits the room, leaving Tsubaki behind. She reaches out to stop him, but sighs in defeat as the door to the death room slams shut behind him. She turns sheepishly back to Spirit and the reaper.

“I’m sorry about his behavior. He’s truly a kind person, he’s just a bit… overzealous.”

Kid shakes his head before leaning down and pulling a large folder out of a bag he had with him and handed it to Tsubaki.

“You seem to be the one with a bit more reason. Here: this is all the information we know about the mission my family was on before they disappeared. I feel that I shouldn’t need to state this to you, but I have no desire in either of you returning without answers. Now, run along. I’m sure that you’ll be able to solve this little mystery.”

Tsubaki thanks him as she grabs the folder before dashing out after her partner.

Spirit sighs, turning to Kid.

“I know you want answers, but I still don’t feel comfortable having you send my daughter and her friends out into such an uncertain situation.”“I understand your attachment to your family. Don’t worry- the second I have any kind of answer, the witches will have me to deal with instead.”

#soul eater #soul eater imagine #soul eater imagines #soul eater fanfiction #death the kid #blackstar #tsubaki nakatsukasa #spirit albarn #angels of death and grief au #request #1994-nokia-ringtone

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flowerslut · 2 years

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um hi (?) idk how this works so if i messed up something i’m deeply sorry i didn’t mean to!! To be honest i’m not even sure it’s the right person i’m writing to so if that ends up being like that i’m also sorry that must be awkward !! basically all i’m trying to say is that i’ve spent the last two weeks reading CoTN, — actually that’s the second time i’m finishing it and it’s almost 2:00 AM, my pillow is SOAKING for all the tears I’ve shed AGAIN and i still can’t seem to put myself together back to sleep because tomorrow i have school and i’m not mentally prepared— ( i’m also contemplating on starting it all over again because i just can’t get enough ), but i loved it, like i truly truly truly truly loved it, the way you portrayed every character was just- and let’s not talk about the fact that at least for me it was like actually seeing them, i mean i could easily picture rosalie and edward having their little fights or emmett just being the emmett we all love, you truly made me love them more and believe me when i say that It’s just extremely good and the last days i’ve spent reading it made me truly happy or at least made me forget a bit about the world outside, ( just never delete that that’s where all my happiness resides ). I’m happy I found it — one thing i’m really grateful for is that i found it now that’s all completed (CoTN, yes if that wasn’t clear enough that’s my favorite in your series), and not when you were still updating, just because i would’ve not made it till the next update. I hope you’ll keep updating The Death of Dusk! ( I really can’t wait for that one i’m sksndisj) Again I love it a lot !! I don’t know if you’ll ever read this, i don’t know if i’m doing it correctly or posting it in the right place, but by the time you read this i’ll be on my sixth time reading CoTN !! I’m sorry for this long ass message I didn’t mean it to be that long but there were so many things i wanted to say and still i want to tell you, they’re just a lot but i think that’s more than enough for now, i’m also sorry for any spelling mistakes i don’t even know if the majority of things that i said made sense, it’s really late and i’m emotionally unstable plus english it’s not even my mother langue so if that ends up being an entirely incomprehensible mess just know that i loved your work and hope you continue working on it!! <3 Alright that’s enough good night & thanks for the emotional instability of the night !! i just know tomorrow i’ll regret this for not writing a simple I loved it a lot.

oh my god well first of all hello and secondly yes hi my dear you are absolutely in the right place! I am so sorry it's taken me so long to see this I'm not sure how this message slipped me by but I am ATROCIOUS at replying to asks (always have been always will be)

thank you so, so, so much! I'm so happy you enjoyed call of the night and that you love the death of dusk so much. I hope you've been able to read some (or all) of walk in the dark since you sent me this, and I hope it was to your liking!

I pinky promise I'll never delete call of the night although I do have some loose plans to one day re-write the first several chapters. as time passes its very easy (for me, at least) to tell which chapters are the ones 16 year old Shannon drafted up and outlined and which ones 24 year old Shannon picked up and finished. it won't change any of the plot but it will hopefully change the overall flow of the beginning, that way it doesn't drag so much and feel so clunky. don't worry I'll give everyone a heads up before I start replacing chapters in case anyone wants to download the original for posterity's sake.

I wish I had more to share with you other than a thousand 'thank yous'. messages like this really do mean the world to me, and I'm so happy I could provide you with some measure of joy or any degree of escapism. I love this message and you very much! if you've read walk in the dark (which is finished, as of this past week) I'd love to hear your thoughts on how you think I did and what you liked or didn't like.

thank you again, I hope you're well

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kirishoshego · 3 years

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Come Kitty, Kitty//Shinso

MINORS DON'T INTERACT

This is my part of the amazing "Hybrids" collaboration hosted by @ultimate-astridwriting, thank you again for letting me participate, this was definitely exciting x pairing: kitten!fem!readerxShinso (college!au)//words:3.3k+

Summary: You knew pushing Shinsou's buttons would end in a punishment, which was exactly what you craved (featuring after care)

TW: BDSM, dom and sub (calling him sir, him calling you kitten and at one point pet), choking, rope play, spanking, overstimulation, squirting, anal play (at the end), oral (both receiving), face fucking, degration (mixed with name calling), praise, unprotected sex, sending nudes and the reader wearing a collar Shinsou didn't plan on going to meet up with the group, Bakugou dragged him along with him, ranting about how if he had to go to Jiro's chill night he had to come too. It was an unusual group, really, but they, Shoto and Tokoyami shared the same taste in music. From that on the five became something along the lines of friends, even if Shinsou didn't want anything to do with it, he couldn't deny the fact he didn't hate having them around him, and having someone to study while in college had its perks.

When he explained he didn't feel like being there anymore they didn't try to make him stay, they understood he needed some alone time and told him to text them if he's back in his dorm and bit their goodbye. The sun wasn't down completely yet, it still engulfed the city in its warm colors, people passing him by on their way home or to a date, while he was slurping on his Boba Tea, grumbling about their happy go lucky energy.

That was until he saw you, sitting on a branch of a cherry blossom tree, yelling at three guys below you, who despairingly tried to grab your fluffy tail to drag you down. "I said fuck off you assholes!" one of them got too close for your liking causing you to hiss at them, revealing your sharp fangs, tail whipping from left to right. "Don't be such a little buzzkill now sweet cheeks, we just wanna show you a good time, we know how to take care of such a small thing," all of them laughed, jumping up again and this time being lucky in catching your tail, only to also catch your claws seconds later. "You fucking-" before he could say whatever angry insult was laying on his tongue a scarf was wrapped around him, pulling him back so he fell onto his ass in a small puddle.

"She said to leave her alone, so fuck off," he apparently caught their leader, the others now quickly trying to help him up and scramble off, mumbling insults which quickly died down when their opponent's eyes started glowing. "I could have done that myself," you told him, fixing your shirt as you sat upon the branch, feet dangling down, ears pulled back. "I'm not helpless just because I'm a cat, you know?" it amused him to watch you struggle as you tried to find a way back to the ground. He only raised an eyebrow, his gaze going from you to the floor and turning his back towards you. "Have fun getting down there yourself then," he walked away, your pleads seemingly fallen to deaf ears, but Shinsou could hear you just fine, a small smirk on his lips.

"Sir, please help me down. I'm sorry, thank you for defending me," the defeat in your voice was one thing, but switching from Mister to Sir made his head snap up from his phone's black screen. But before he could react in time he heard a loud thud and a whine.

It's not your problem, she's just a stranger, he thought to himself, but his body reacted sooner than his brain could, and Shinsou found himself carrying you to the nearest hospital, which conveniently was only two blocks away. Ever since then you were basically his shadow, nobody really took care of you, and growing up with Aizawa apparently made Shinsou also adapt his father's need to take in strays.

According to you, Shinsou didn't pay enough attention to you the last couple of days. You knew he had those days, too stressed out from university or hero work. His biggest desire at that moment is to simply have you in his lap while he was playing some games or cuddle up to you while watching a movie, the soft purrs emitting your curled-up body helping him heal from whatever had him worried in the late evening hours.

However, you were craving him, needed him. Every fiber in your body was screaming his name, begging for his touch, wanton for him to be balls deep inside your dripping little cunt. So you planned everything out, starting with sending him cute little pictures of you. Innocent and cute, wearing nothing but one of his big t-shirts, hair messy, forming a seeming halo between your perked up ears, tail wrapped around as you kneeled in front of the tall mirror. But then, oh no, what a pity, you spilled milk all over you when all you wanted was to prepare your breakfast. Your front camera perfectly captured the soaked material clinging to your shape, revealing your hardening nipples and soft mounds he loved to play with. And of course, it would only be fair to show him how good you can clean yourself, a little video of your in soap-covered glistering body.

If you don't stop right now, you're in for it, last warning

Promise?

Don't push your luck kitten

*attachment one image*

*attachment one video*

Does my new set match my eyes? What do you think?

Left on read. Exactly forty-five minutes, before your door opens and your boyfriend appeared in its frame. Everything about him appeared calm, even breath, no fists, no tension. The only thing that gave away his fuming rage was his amethyst-like glowing eyes.

"Come here," he ordered, pulling off his shoes and putting them to the side. "Ugh, it's so comfy here though," you told him, stretching yourself on the couch, kissed by the sun. His movement halted, jacket still in his hand, and raised in the air as he turned to look at you. "Excuse me?" the hand wrapped around the fabric tightened, nostrils flared, and only now you realized the mistake you had done. Big hands adorned by silver rings pushed up his sleeves, eyes fixated on you. Even if you wanted to you couldn't leave his gaze, pupils turning into slits when Shinsou started making his way towards you.

Anticipation rose in your stomach, the flick of your tail betraying you as a smirk formed on Shinsou's chiseled face. "Now, kitten," his pointer finger interlaced with the small ring on your collar allowing him to pull your face close to his, his hot breath fanning over your delicate skin "I'll count to ten, you're going to be a good little pet and go into the bedroom, get undressed and wait for me."

Amusement flashed over his face when he noticed your eyes now almost completely black as your pupils expanded. Your breath hitched in your throat as his soft, plump lips were mere an inch away from yours while his thumb stroked your cheek softly. Before your wish could come true he pulled away, starting to unbutton his shirt, the first number filling your ears. You practically run into the bedroom, eager to have him pound into you, your cunt already throbbing at the simple thought of it.

"Nine... Ten," he still wore his grey sweatpants, hung low on his hips, and allowing you to have a perfect view on his happy trail. His large fist was wrapped around thick purple robes. You sat on your bed, legs pulled underneath you while you wore nothing but the collar around your neck, watching him every step. He simply pointed his fingers to the spot in front of him, waiting for you to walk up to him.

"What's your safe word?" he always asked you this before even touching you. Your safety was above anything for him. "Bunny," a small kiss was placed on your forehead. "Good. And your sign?" "Tapping my fingers onto my palm three times," you said like a bullet being shot from a pistol. "You understand that you're in trouble, right?" he asked you, turning you around and pushing your hair to one side, letting him kiss your neck sensually, his free hand wandering down your side. "Yes Shin," you breathed, earning a harsh slap to your ass and a hiss escaping your throat. "That's sir to you, you know better than that," he warned, pulling your arms behind your back and wrapping them together, like he had practiced so many times before, making sure your blood flow wasn't cut off by them.

Shinsou walked to the in black sheets covered bed, sitting down on it with his legs spread open and pulling you in between them. "You know the rules kitten, and you still thought sending me these pics while I'm out in public with my friends would be a good idea. Why is it forbidden to do so, especially without a warning?" he looked at you through his lashes, one hand over your tail drawing small circles, the other circling your clit lazily, sending you in a hazy state. "Because I belong to you, and someone, ah, could see them," your toes curled slightly, trying your best to concentrate on his voice.

"Exactly, so why did you do it then kitten?" he cocked his eyebrow, picking up his speed and watching you squirm. "I wanted your attention, Sir. You barely acknowledged me the last few days," your voice was a mix of pleasure and whining, pressing down on his hand for more which only earned you a slap on your clit. "Ah, so we're a greedy little attention whore?" his question sounded like he just had a breakthrough discovery, a single digit slipping into your wet walls, his thumb still playing with your sensitive nub. "Yes," you admitted, his degradation causing you to clench around Shinsou's curling finger, another one joining. "I see. I'm sorry for not giving you enough attention. What about the attention I'm giving you right now? Is it enough? Or does my little slut need more?" he knew how to make you come within a few seconds, how to play with your pussy to have you squealing out incomprehensible sentences.

His lips wrapped around your nipple, flicking his slick muscle over them again and again. "Hm?" he hummed against it, his thumb now having the perfect speed to send you over the edge already. "More, please Sir," you moaned while he made you ride out your first orgasm of the night. "I thought so. You gotta earn it first though," he didn't plan on having you on your knees for long, but he wasn't ready to give you what you want just yet. After all, you had to be punished.

At the thought of his thick cock down your throat your mouth started to water. Gratefully dropping down in front of him made your tits jiggle in the process. You licked along his shaft, the tip of your tongue going from his balls to the tip of his dick, swirling around its head before starting to bop your head up and down slowly, taking in more and more every time you went down until your nose hit his freshly shaved skin.

With your tongue extended it was easy to kitten lick his balls, adding to the pleasure going through his veins. "Fuck, such a good whore. Just like that, your mouth feels so nice wrapped around me," you continued, his words of courage fueling you while his hips snapped up every now and then to make you splutter around him. After a few minutes of his dick shoved down your neck, you went up for air again, drool making your chin glister in the purple light emerging from the bulb above you.

"I can't remember that I told you to stop," his voice was raspier than normal. Collecting the mixture of spit and precum dripping down your chin with this thumb he pushed it into your mouth, watching you suck on it, and gently dragging your fangs against his finger when he pulled out again. "Go on," apparently you were too slow, his hand fisting your hair. His actions caused you to gag, resulting in his length being pushed down further.

"Don't forget I'm in charge, always," with his left leg grounded, the right one wrapped around your head, his ankle laying on his muscular thigh to keep you in place. He started thrusting upwards, careful to keep your hair out of your face because he didn't want to miss your fucked-out expression. Lilac eyes watched in ecstasis as you struggled against his grip, hearing you gag and feeling you contract against him, more drool dripping down your chin. Shinsou loved turning you into a mess, inside and out.

"Can't breathe kitten?" he asked slightly amused, getting turned on, even more, when the realization hit him about how much power he had over you. You tried shaking your head but failed miserably, ears pulled back with no escape in sight, your tail swinging like a whip. Only when your eyes started to water, your tears meeting at your cupid's bow he had mercy with you.

Due to the abuse of your jaw, you couldn't really close it, trying your best to catch your breath before he pulled you back up. It was easy for Shinsou to have you on your back, spread in front of him while his head found its home between your legs, eating your pussy as if hadn't had a meal in weeks. The man between your legs was licking and sucking your most sensitive area, his manicured nails digging into the meat of your soft thighs to keep them from closing. Shinsou now wanted one thing, and one thing only: his name the only word in your brain as he fucked you stupid, making you cum over and over and over again.

So you did, two times, four times, six times. Your mind was foggy after the fifth, which also was the one leading him to tie your legs to each bedpost at the end because you were overstimulated, your legs clamping shut and he didn't want any of that.

You expected your punishment to be denial, a rough spanking while you are bend over his knees, not being touched at all, only serving for his pleasure and his pleasure alone but you were oh so wrong. The remark off you earlier telling him how little attention he had given you made him rethink his planned discipline. If you want his attention you're going to get it, all of it. The attempt to muffle your moans and screams not even crossing his mind. He wanted everyone to know how good he made you feel, tied up, sprawled in front of him, for him to use and adore.

"Sir please, no more, it feels weird," you cried out, not even trying to move away since you knew it only made him want you more. "Weird how?" he asked and your body was thankful for the short break, yet craved his mouth on you again. "Like I have to pee," you said timidly, a small sob traveling through your sweat-covered body. He cursed under his breath, eyes rolling in the back of his head at the thought of making you squirt. "Too bad you have no say in this," he slapped your clit and returned to his previous position.

Before you knew it his fingers curled even faster, your already hyper-sensitive clit throbbing between his lips covered in your juices. "Please," you sobbed as his eyes watched your in pleasure twisted face, tears streaming down your face. The safe word was still prominent in your brain, you could use it any second but even though your skin was ignited you needed more, needed him to fill you up, to cloud your vision and let you forget every thought in your brain that was left somewhere in there.

"Let go for me kitten," the vibration of his low voice sent you over the edge once again and sure enough his wish came true. Shinsou never knew he could make it happen but today you proved him wrong, the need to be inside of you now bigger than ever before. "Done?" you asked, your whole body shaking and your eyes only a small slit caused by the exhaustion.

"Just started," the lust was written over his face as he cleaned it with your shirt laying next to the bed before positioning himself at your entrance, watching your wetness drip down onto the mattress. Your pussy was throbbing from the many orgasms he had milked from you. He couldn't wait to feel your velvety walls adorning his thick shaft, clenching around it, and hear you scream out in delight.

"No, no more," you tried to put the last bit of energy against the restraints holding you in place but there was no use. Shinsou was a master with ropes and while he can untie you in a second you could never slip out of them, he made sure of that.

A simple tug on each knot freed you and for a second you thought it was over, relaxing into the drenched fabric below you as he turned you around. The feeling of calmness didn't last long, his big, strong hands grabbing your hips and pulling your ass up in the air, delivering a slap to both cheeks and watching them bounce from the impact. He could see your claws extending, a natural reacting to protect you from your attacker but the way your hole clenched around nothing gave away just how much you liked it.

"Did you just say no? I'm gonna continue and you'll let me use you because do you know what you are? A dumb, little whore for me to use. Tell me to stop again and I'll fuck you until you pass out, got it?" he grunted, momentarily teasing you with just the tip of his cock before pushing his whole length balls deep inside of you.

The grip you had around him caused every cuss word his brain held to tumble out within seconds. Never did Shinsou think he could become addicted to a pussy, but here he was, pounding into you like a mad man in love. One hand was placed between your shoulder blades, making you arch just perfect for him to have access to every hole he wanted. The cold spit hitting your until now ignored, puckered hole clench in shock before he pushed his thumb in between your spread cheeks.

It didn't take long for his hand to wrap around your throat, tongue lolling out as yet another orgasm crashed through your body. Your cunt was clenching around him, backside and tail vibrating in satisfaction. "I think you have one more for me, what do you think kitten? Gonna be a good girl?" he could feel his own high building up in his abdomen, ready to fill you up and watch it leak out of your abused pussy. You couldn't possibly form a sentence, let alone a single word, only nodding your head, wanting for him to come inside of you.

"That's what I thought, I'm proud of you, taking me so well," Shinsou grunted, listening to your moans and sobs. Pulling you up by your hair allowed him to view your ahegao face in the reflection of the window, watching the sun go down in the distance and the buildings below you appear so small.

He looked at you in pure bliss, enjoying the little show in front of him, how worn out you looked, sweat, tears, and drool draped over your body. Beautiful boobs bounced in the same beat of his thrusts. "Gon' come Sir" you slurred, stars appearing in front of your eyes while his hand connected with your clit yet again. The word 'mine' written over it caused you to collapse into his arms, crying out his name as the last orgasm washed over you like a tsunami. With another thrust of his hips, he shot his load deep inside of you, and moaned your name.

It didn't take long before Shinsou's strength returned, picking you in his arms and kissing your temple. "Wanna take a bath with me and watch a movie? I can order some food, how does that sound?" his voice was soothing now, calming you down a bit with his quirk, telling you to take deep breaths and focus on his voice. "Yes please," you whispered when he sat you down on the small stool in the bathroom, watching him take out a soothing lotion and your favorite bubble soap. Turning on the water he collected the few cold drops in a glass, tipping your head back and letting the liquid flow down your dry mouth while whispering assuring words into your ears, listening to the soft purrs.

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willowbird · 2 years

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oh your roomates drabble was so cute! if you want, can you do pynch + high school!au + fake dating + “my hands are really dry. sorry about that.”??

HI ANON I DIDN'T FORGET ABOUT YOU I PROMISE!

Thank you, hope you enjoy!

(FUUUUUCK I missed writing Pynch. I'm gonna make a Pynch Prompt Game sometime soon, okay? Then y'all can make me write more of these two losers.)

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It was a normal Thursday, until it wasn't.

See, on normal Thursdays, Ronan was late to first period and then slept through part of second, and then willingly suffered a lecture from Adam after third about putting forth effort in school and blah blah blah Adam's eyes were really fucking pretty when he was annoyed. Oh, and his mouth. His mouth did this thing where it tensed at the corners that made Ronan want to nibble the tension away until they parted on a gasp. Then he would...

Well, that was neither here nor there. Because Adam was his friend and one (apparently) did not kiss their friends stupid. So. Whatever.

Point being, it had been a very normal Thursday so far. Late to first period, check. Second period nap, check. Adam's pretty everything during a lecture, check. Fourth period had gone more or less normally as well. But then, in the passing period right before lunch, things got weird.

Parallel-fucking-dimension weird.

Because as Ronan was tossing his books into his locker, Adam hurried up to him and said the most incomprehensible mix of syllables. They sounded suspiciously like "Ronan I need you to be my boyfriend" but that clearly wasn't possible because -as previously mentioned- they were friends and friends didn't date. If Adam were into him like that, Ronan definitely would have noticed. He noticed everything about Adam.

But here was Adam, looking at him with slightly wide eyes, an air of urgency around him. And maybe he didn't say that but he sure as fuck said something so Ronan kicked his own shitty brain into gear and managed not to rasp or stumble as he asked, "Come again, Parrish?"

"I need you to be my boyfriend. Please? Five minutes, I promise."

Wait, what?

"Wait, what?"

Adam looked back over his shoulder but Ronan was still too preoccupied trying to process all of that to even think about what he might have ben looking at.

"Come on, Lynch. You don't give a shit what people think, right? If it's a no, fine. But I need an answer now. Please?" He looked back at Ronan, then, those blue eyes locking on to Ronan's own and holding. He stepped closer. Close enough that their breath mingled as Adam asked again, softer, plaintively, "Please?"

And well, really. What the fuck was Ronan supposed to say to that?

Apparently, "Uh, sure."

Adam's grin was bright but fleeting and dazzled Ronan enough that he must have blacked out for a second and lost time because one moment he was looking into Adam's eyes and the next Adam was beside him and standing in front of them was Jason Peabody. Jason Peabody was a complete tool and thought he was God's gift to Aglionby.

He was also, Ronan knew, utterly infatuated with Adam. It was so disgustingly obvious. He was always showing up wherever Adam was, giving him stupid, shallow compliments on hos pretty his eyes were and how smart he was and how nice his sweater fit. Once, Peabody even went so far as to come pleading to Adam for help because his car "was making a funny noise", then shamelessly ogled him as Adam rolled up his sleeves in the way that made his forearms look like a fucking Greek god's to dig in under the hood. Ronan had almost ripped the fucker's eyes out when Adam had bent over and Peabody's eyes had gone right to Adam's ass.

Fucking letch.

And perhaps this was hypocritical of Ronan, but he thought that Jason Peabody should shove his unfortunate attraction right up his own ass and back the fuck off.

So it was satisfying to be able to watch the smug little grin melt off Peabody's face as he spotted Ronan.

"Oh, Adam, there you are. With... Ronan Lynch. Somehow I keep forgetting you two are friends." He said it lightly, with a little bit of a laugh, like he was teasing, like it was a joke.

Ronan felt his hackles raise and his teeth bare. Because how the fuck could he forget he and Adam were friends? They were together all the time. Adam was always sitting next to him, always looking out for him, always bickering with him and talking to him and giving him shit and trying to get him to better himself.

Ronan opened his mouth, not to say this exactly but something along the lines of 'fuck off', but Adam beat him too it.

Except what Adam said was, "We aren't friends, Jason," --and Ronan's heart went cold in his chest.

Peabody barely had the time to get his smug back on again, though, before Adam was continuing. And what he said sounded an awful lot like, "He's my boyfriend."

As if to prove it, Adam then grabbed Ronan's hand, and fuck it all but their fingers intertwined like magnets perfectly aligned.

And now, well, now it was Ronan's turn to be smug as all fuck. He grinned, baring all his teeth, and slung his arm around Adam's shoulders without releasing his hand, so that Adam's arm crossed over his chest and the other boy ended up nestled under his arm. Like their fingers, the rest of their bodies snapped together like they'd been manufactured to fit, zipped up by fate itself. Adam's head even bopped against Ronan's shoulder as he shifted his weight to lean into him, like it was just that easy.

Before he could feel too gay about that, Ronan honed in on Jason Peabody, who was gaping like a fish and had gone very pale.

"Got something to say, Pea-dick?"

"Pea-dick?" Adam asked, tilting his head to look up at him and Ronan could see the tug of a smile at the corner of his mouth even though his tone was cynical. "Really? That's the best you got?"

Ronan shrugged, keeping the motion small enough not to unsettle Adam's head. "Pea implies small. He's got to have a small dick by how much he's always trying to compensate, chasing you around so much."

"Pea-brain would work better, considering it's his mental facilities that have impeded him from taking a fucking hint. Plus is a pre-existing insult."

"Yeah from like, the eighteen hundreds."

Jason Peabody closed his mouth. He opened it again. Closed it. Opened it. Shook his head.

Then he sputtered, "Wh-what? You two? No. Wait. You're together?"

Ronan raised an eyebrow. "You aren't invited to the wedding so don't even ask."

"You're getting married!?"

Any thought that Ronan was taking the game a little too far into his own fantasies was washed away in a golden light of satisfaction as Adam said, without even a beat of hesitation, "Well we are going to graduate first. I'm not planning even a small wedding while worrying about college applications."

"I told you we can just have it at my church," Ronan said with a sigh, like this was a conversation they'd had many times before. He was actually pretty proud of himself that the words came out in a fairly convincing manufactured exasperation instead of the giddy disbelief attempting to manifest in the center of his chest.

Adam sighed, and this time didn't try to hide the fond smile on his lips - and either he was an even better actor than Ronan or he was genuinely enjoying this and really Ronan did not want to know which it was.

"And I agreed," he said with a small nod. Then he tilted his head back, pulling away just enough for their eyes to meet. "Your church really would be beautiful for the ceremony. But we'd still have to pick a place for the reception and legit planning would have to go into that. And maybe you're okay with just... throwing shit together and seeing where the chips fall, you know I can't do that."

God Ronan wanted to kiss him. He wanted to kiss him so bad. It would be to help sell the bit! Surely he could explain it away with that, right...?

But no, he wasn't going to kiss Adam. Not unless he knew for real that Adam wanted to kiss him to.

Instead, he just held Adam's gaze, and he smiled. "Yeah," he said, leaning his forehead against Adam's because it was as close as he could get without crossing that line, "I know."

"Well, fuck," said Peabody - making Ronan almost jump a little because for just a second he had kinda forgotten he was even there.

And maybe it was his imagination, but he thought that he felt Adam jump too - like maybe he, too, had gotten caught up in this weird moment where it was just them in a world where they weren't just Ronan and Adam but Ronan-and-Adam.

It certainly was not his imagination, though, that Ronan saw the dusting of rose on Adam's cheeks and down his throat, bringing out his freckles. Adam was blushing, but Ronan wasn't sure why.

"So yeah," Adam was saying now as he looked over at Peabody, "as you can see...." He gestured between himself and Ronan. "Like I said. Taken. Really taken. So, if you could get over yourself enough to back the fuck off - that'd be great. Thanks."

"Right." He still looked a bit stunned - Peabody that was - but he nodded slowly, offered a wobbly smile, and said, "Uh, congrats. And all that..." Then he tucked his proverbial tail between his legs and skittered off.

Ronan watched him go, his arm still around Adam, their hands still joined.

Once he'd vanished around a corner, Adam said, "Thanks for that. Uh. Yeah. Just. Um. Thanks."

"Yeah," Ronan said. "No problem."

This was bullshit, he should be so much better than this teenaged awkwardness - but he didn't really know what else to say, and he also didn't want to let go of Adam. So, well, he didn't.

And neither did Adam for at least another minute.

Ultimately, though, Adam cleared his throat and stepped away. Ronan let him go without resistance but also without hurry - so when Adam failed to let go of his hand, Ronan also did not let go. And they ended up standing there in front of the lockers, looking at each other, holding hands, for another full minute before Adam abruptly cleared his throat and fully released him.

"Uh. My hands are really dry," Adam fumbled, his voice sounding a little tight. "Sorry about that."

"I can get you some hand cream," Ronan blurted before he could stop himself. Then, because blustering just wasn't his style, he doubled down and said, "No reason you should have to suffer when your fiancé can literally dream shit into existence."

Adam blinked, then laughed. And fuck it - Ronan wanted to pocket that sound. Raspy and sharp, filled with edge. It was such a real sound - which said something, because for Ronan reality had always been flexible. "Real" wasn't usually an apt descriptor for him because, to Ronan, anything could be "real". But with Adam... with Adam it was different. Adam was to Ronan like the Earth was to the moon, a center with a powerful gravity that kept him from floating away into a fathomless universe he may never find his way back from.

"Thanks Ro," Adam said with a grin while Ronan was still reeling. Then this boy who really should have been a dream but was possibly the only real thing in Ronan's life, tilted his head and softened his eyes and said, "Oh, and the reception? The only place we could ever have it would be the Barns, don't you think?"

But before Ronan could really process it, Adam had shifted his bag on his shoulder and was turning away to head down the hall. "Come on, Lynch!" the impossibility that was Adam Parrish called over his shoulder. "We're gonna be late for lunch!"

And, well, all Ronan could really do at that point was follow him to the cafeteria, where they met up with their other friends and pretended it was just a normal Thursday.

He could indulge in more gay panic later, though, no worries.

#asks #pynch fanfic #trc fanfic #adam parrish #ronan lynch #gay panic #fake dating #idiots in love #my writing

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quillsandtypos · 3 years

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Who you callin boyband?

Summary: anon requested calling the sunset curve boys a boyband and Luke reacting. Based off of Carlos calling then a boyband in the show.

Words: 1.8k

Warnings: none

Pairing: luke patterson x reader

Sorry I'm late to the anon who requested this!

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Their band had sounded amazing, as per usual. When Julie asked you if you could come watch to see if their song felt good enough for their next gig, you happily agreed. Though truthfully, you weren’t certain what she was worried about, they always sounded amazing and of course today was no exception.

“That was amazing you guys!” you chirped.

“Really?” Julie asked uncertainly.

“Definitely, I think that’s actually one of my favorites that you’ve made so far,” you assured her.

“See I told you guys she would like it,” Alex remarked from the back. You could tell from the phantom’s faces that there was a story behind his comment, but you didn’t bother asking.

“What do you guys say to some pizza to celebrate?” Julie suggested.

You agreed but you weren’t entirely certain Julie could even hear you over the boys chanting. Julie finally turned to you after they had quieted down.

“Yeah, I’ll take some,” you laughed.

“Great! I’ll let my Dad know,” she said, as she headed back up to her house. You watched her go, but your attention was soon diverted to the boys.

“You guys have to be the most pizza loving people I’ve ever met,” you teased.

“Then, you clearly have been hanging out with the wrong people,” Reggie commented.

You shrugged, “Maybe so, but you guys and pizza have more chemistry than Luke does on stage.” You took delight in the momentary look of shock on Luke’s face as you took a gulp from your water bottle. You almost thought you had him until the shock turned into a slick smile as his eyes flicked down towards yours.

“Does that mean you’re checking me out y/n?” Luke hinted. You could hear Reggie let out a oooooh in the background, but you choose to ignore it. Luke could recover quickly, you had to acknowledge that.

“Hate to break it to you Patterson, but I’m trying to manage the whole band. Not just you,” you slyly remarked.

His smile became more apparent. “But you didn’t answer the question.”

“He’s not wrong,” Alex pointed out. Reggie did finger guns towards him in agreement.

You crossed your arms and desperately hoped they didn’t realize how embarrassed you were. You leaned off the couch slightly and looked over to where Reggie and Alex were sitting. “For your information boyband, I was not checking Luke out,” you scoffed. You hoped they bought it, but that was evidently not the part that Luke was stuck on.

Luke tilted down so his arms rested at his knees, so he would be at your sitting level. “Wait, who are you callin boy band?”

“Uh, I don’t know, maybe the boy band in the room,” you said, as you gestured at them.

Luke crossed his arms too, sporting a pouty smile. “We are not a boy band.”

“You are boys. In a band. How are you not a boy band?” you argued.

“Y/n’s got a point there Luke,” Reggie agreed.

You pointed to him, “See, at least someone who’s logical is here.”

“Hey!” Alex started.

“Not you, that was directed at Luke,” you informed him.

“As you were,” Alex gestured at the two of you.

It wasn’t until you looked back at Luke that you realized your closeness to him. He couldn’t have been more than a foot away from where you sat. You cleared your throat, and you quickly tried to dismiss the thought from your mind.

“So boy band, why did you guys think I wasn’t going to like your new song?” you asked. They all exchanged seemingly panicked looks.

“Well it’s not that we thought you weren’t going to like it,” Alex trailed off.

“But like more of a general standpoint,” Reggie continued.

“Because it’s new,” Luke finished.

You suspiciously looked between the three. “Alright, what are you guys hiding?”

“Hiding? Us? Psssh,” Reggie scoffed. “I mean, it’s not like Luke-” He was cut off by Alex pressing a hand to his mouth.

“It’s not like Luke would’ve known whether you would like the song or not, is what Reggie was saying,” Alex offered as an explanation. The stink eye that the two were giving Reggie would’ve killed him on the spot if he weren’t already dead.

You were about to ask what was so important of a secret that

Reggie needed to be tackled, but Julie walked in.

“Did I just walk in on the middle of something?” she asked.

“Nope, just the boyband and their secrets,” you assured her with a slight smirk.

“Boyband, that’s new, I kinda like it,” Julie added.

Luke turned to head to the side with his mouth slightly agape as you bit down a laugh. “Thank you, that’s what I said.”

Julie was picking up on Luke’s annoyance and decided to play along. “Maybe I can get Flynn to change our name to Julie and the boyband,” she suggested.

“Oh my gosh, wouldn’t that be just perfect!” you exclaimed, being sickly sweet.

“You two are evil,” Luke said, as he threateningly pointed at the two of you.

You delightfully smirked. “What can I say Lukas, it’s my speciality,” you taunted. Reggie’s eyes went wide at the mention of his full name and Julie and Alex exchanged an amused look.

“What was that?” His grin was becoming more predatory by the second. He stood up to look down at you, and you took that as your cue to hop off the couch to face him.

“Did you miss what I said, Lukas?” You made sure to put extra emphasis on his name.

“No, I didn’t sweetheart,” he taunted back. You saw Julie raise her eyebrows from behind Luke’s shoulder. On one hand you hated that nickname but on the other hand you couldn’t tell if the growing heat on your face was from embarrassment of the name or the fact that Luke Patterson was calling you that. But you knew that you couldn’t let him know that.

“Mhmm, no we are not doing that,” you asserted.

He moved his face close enough to talk, you weren’t certain the others could hear him. “Well then don’t call me Lucas,” he bargained.

The words slipped from your mouth before your brain had a chance to realize what you were doing. “Make me,” you insisted.

You wished you could have disappeared in that moment, but alas you were stuck watching this as much as your three other friends were. When you finally opened your eyes to see what horrors you had in store for yourself, you first made eye contact with Julie; she looked rather surprised but almost a tint of impressed. You heard someone behind you clear their throat, and you turned around.

“I think we should go check if the pizza guy is here, right Julie?” Alex suggested.

Julie’s eyes went wide in realization of what was happening. “Right! Yep! You two stay here and hold the fort down!” She told you and Luke before practically sprinting out of the studio. You turned back around to see Reggie still standing there.

Alex quickly poofed back in and grabbed him as he incomprehensibly mumbled something.

Luke turned his attention back to you. “Make me, really y/n? That’s like the best you could come up with,” Luke crossed his arms.

“What would you prefer me to say?” you questioned. Something in Luke’s demeanor broke for a moment. His infamous smirk faltered, revealing something far more vulnerable behind it. “Luke, what are you guys hiding?” The puzzle pieces started to click into place about the day’s practice.

“Do you really want to know?” he timidly asked. You hadn’t seen him as nervous as he was at that moment.

You intently nodded your head.

“The guys were trying to keep it a secret, but I wrote that song myself about someone,” he shyly explained.

“Luke! That’s really cool, I knew there had to be a reason why I liked it so much.” You playfully bumped his hand.

Your response puzzled him. “You don’t want to know who it’s about?”

“Luke, your friends are not very good at keeping secrets,” you laughed.

“Are you serious?” he dumbfoundedly asked.

You couldn’t wipe the smile off your face. “Reggie accidentally told me last week,” you admitted.

“I’m gonna kill him,” Luke muttered, but you could see his lips twitching upwards.

“But he kept my secret, because he didn’t tell you that I like you back.” The last bit of your sentence was slightly mumbled as you tilted your head to the floor in embarrassment.

He softly grabbed your jaw and pulled you back up to his level.

“Sorry, I didn’t quite catch the last part.” And just like that, his smirk had returned.

You forced yourself to look up into his sparkling hazel eyes. “I like you, a lot, Luke.”

As he heard your words you swore you saw the fire in his eyes grow brighter. “I like you a lot too y/n.” His face was mere milimeters away from yours.

“Can I kiss you?” he asked softly.

Your eyes flicked from his lips back to his eyes. “Of course Patterson.” The gap closed between the two of you and it was like two worlds collided. His lips were slightly colder than yours as they softly melted into yours. You felt his one hand clutch your cheek softly, as the other held to the back of your neck. Your hands instinctively went to his hair as your kiss developed into something deeper, until the both of you had to swim to the surface for air.

As you caught your breath you realized that there were three very shocked occupants at the studio door.

You saw Reggie and Alex silently hand Julie ten bucks. “So do we have to watch you guys have eye sex still or are we good now?” Julie teased.

“Jules!” you groaned.

“She’s not wrong,” Reggie said as he walked past you.

Luke chuckled at your flustered state, “Yeah, I think we’re good now,” he responded, sending a wink in your direction that you rolled your eyes at.

“Great cause we have pizza!” Alex announced.

“Oh yay!” You were grateful for the attention being taken off of you.

“So does this mean that you were checking me out during rehearsal?” Luke asked, as you took a bite.

You rolled your eyes, but you decided to indulge him. “Yes, Patterson, I was checking you out.”

Alex grimaced. “Ohhh big mistake, he’s gonna hold that overhead for at least a month,” he warned.

You turned to Luke who clicked his tongue and finger gunned towards you in agreement. You resisted the urge to groan at your newest annoyance.

“But you’re stuck with me now,” Luke said with a mouthful.

“Luke, really?” Julie commented.

“Sorry,” he said, with his mouth still full.

You grinned at him, and despite his previous threat, you couldn’t be happier that you were finally stuck with him.

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