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detcodrivels · 1 year

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"Kingdom Come"

Chapter 1: What's Done is Done

Everyone in the Kingdom knew that it was Queen Eri who ran the country, but it was King Kogoro who sat upon the throne. Or rather, in Shinichi’s considered opinion, slept upon the throne. Were it not for his cunning and calculated queen, the country might have folded long ago. He squandered the tax funds, threw ridiculous banquets, and made a general fool of himself often enough that a court jester was hardly necessary within the palace walls to keep the dignified aristocracy entertained. This would have been bad enough were it not for his habit of pointing fingers and picking fights with the neighboring nations. It took all of the strategic expertise and diplomatic innovation of his advisors to keep the country out of war, and more than once Shinichi heard accounts of the Head of the Secret Police, a man known by reputation alone, whose identity was synonymous with national security, literally on his knees before the throne begging the king to hold his tongue, and his finger, when things went awry within their country borders.

The threat of the northern country Ra-Ven was an ever growing concern for the military of Bei-ka, exacerbated by King Kogoro’s often drawn out and lengthy dissertations on how corrupt and evil of a country it was. Which, to be entirely fair to the sovereign, Ra-Ven was a corrupt nation. Not much was known about it, the identity of their ruler kept a strict secret, and more than once their agents had been deported after smuggling illegal substances, weapons and counterfeit funds into Bei-ka. That didn’t keep them from sneaking back in, a syndicate of their agents a growing concern to the national security, but it didn’t help the heightened tensions to have the King going on inebriated rants about their known rivals.

But then, the King often went off on tangents…it was part of how Shinichi got here in the first place. As a child, he had lived in the bustling central city of Bei-ka, where his parents ran a family playhouse. He’d spent his childhood playing with his cousin Kaito backstage, running through the rigging, experimenting with all sorts of tricks, achievable with just the right application of string and adhesive. But then his father, playwright of the theatre, had made the mistake of creating a satirical piece depicting their sad excuse for a monarch, exposing his hypocrisies and poking fun at his ineptitude. In the play, as Shinichi recalled, his mother, lead actress, had played the fictitious role of a noble consort, a role which the Queen took special exception to (especially considering the rumors that King Kogoro was, indeed, seeing a consort by the name of Okino, a story for another time).

Long story short, the King and Queen were less than pleased with the production, though it earned great reviews at the box office, and under threat of prosecution, Shinichi’s parents had little choice but to flee overseas or serve time for defamation of an aristocratic figure. Shinichi and Kaito, who had lost his parents in a fire only a year prior, were left on their own. He was sure his parents would have brought them with if they could, but fares across the ocean were expensive, and their documents had to be forged, and there was no guarantee they would even make it as ocean voyages were long and dangerous….and he knew that if they could have they would have kept the family together…

He had always thought his father the cleverest, smartest man in the world, but even he couldn’t figure out a way to make it work. And so, Yusaku and Yukiko Kudo had disappeared from the country of Bei-ka overnight, and Shinichi and Kaito were left behind. There was no changing that fact.

Well, then the army had arrived at their front door. Kaito, son a magician that he was, had no interest in sticking around to see what the military would end up doing with him, but Shinichi had been frozen in place as they filed into his house, tore his father’s library apart searching for evidence, tore apart his entire childhood before his eyes and then dragged him away, never to return. And that was how, some six months later, he was waking in a shared barracks, a soldier to the army of Bei-ka, loyal warrior for his majesty King Kogoro.

There were daily drills, barked orders, guard duties and a whole host of unglamorous affairs expected of him. Their food was nasty at best, nothing compared to his mother’s homemade curry. The sheets were scratchy, the beds were hard, and the days were long. But not everything about his newfound life was horrible. There were some aspects that made it, dare he admit it, tolerable. And one was that the window in his particular rampart barrack looked out across the inner palace and directly towards the tower bedroom where the crown jewel of the empire slept: the King and Queen’s only daughter, the beautiful Princess Ran.

He knew it was pathetic. He knew it was stupid. After everything he’d lost, everything he’d been through, he went soft and silly looking across the palace at a girl. But Princess Ran was different from her imbecile father and stringent mother. She was beloved by everyone in the country. She was kind, and sweet, and cared passionately about goodness and rights, advocating for those that someone in her position would never have to behold, but she did, she went out of her way to know even the poorest, most destitute of her people, and no one doubted that the day she took the throne would be the beginning of a renewed era within Bei-ka. Her contests to her parents’ authority were legendary, but both adored her far too much to put a stop to the challenging behavior. In fact, it might be said the only thing King Kogoro actually took seriously was his daughter, his every day revolving around her wishes and her wellbeing.

“Oi! Kudo!”

He turned just as Heiji’s hand dropped onto his shoulder and the fellow knight leaned up against the window pane. “Morning, Hattori…”

“Oggling again?”

Shinichi rolled his eyes in an attempt to play it off. “I was just watching the sun rise.”

“Watching the RAN rise?” Heiji’s mouth split into an ear to ear mocking grin as he pulled away and adjusted his shoulder straps. “Outta your league, Kudo.”

Shinichi was about to shove his bunk mate when he noticed the double doors to the Princess’s balcony patio open and out she streaked into the morning sun, her long flowing pink satin robe sailing behind her, just covering the lacy white nightgown. Her rich brown locks fell in a sheet down her back as she stretched and yawned into the morning air. Someone from within room, just out of sight, passed her a delicate cup, probably tea or coffee, which she sipped as she leaned over the railing.

“You’ve got a problem,” Heiji muttered with a shake of his head. He raked a hand through his sleep tousled hair, “Gotta get your head out of the towers and back to earth, find a nice girl within your station. Like my Kazuha,” he prattled on as he started assembling his knight’s tunic, “She’s a nice girl, from a nice family, and once I’ve made good here, I’m gonna go back West, sweep her off her feet and ask her to marry me.”

Shinichi turned away from the window and looked his bunk mate up and down. Despite the confidence in his voice and the cocky grin, Shinichi could see the shadows under his eyes from a less than restful night, and the deep purple blemish on cheek. Some parents were too distant, Shinichi mused, others much too attentive.

Heiji was what they called a Generational Knight. His father, Heizo Hattori, was a top General, his grandfather was, too, and so on and so forth for as far back as the country existed, and it was fully expected that Heiji would follow in the same footsteps and become the same type of respectable figure as all Hattori men had been forever and always. But that only meant his father was harsher and stricter with Heiji than with any other entry soldier. Heiji was meant to be better than the others, faster, more apt because it was meant to be in his blood, and often that push for excellence was reflected upon the fellow teen’s skin in ways Shinichi tried not to concentrate on too long.

Shinichi dragged himself back to his bunk and started dressing himself for the grueling day that lay before him. “Correct me if I’m wrong,” he jested, “but she’s not really your Kazuha yet, is she? Didn’t you say you haven’t built up the nerve yet, or something…? Something about not wanting to tell her how you feel and then leave…”

There was friendly fire in Heiji’s sea-green eyes. “I don’t haf-ta say it,” he shot back.

By now the others in the barracks were also shaping up for the day, the shared room occupied by ten of the newest soldiers and as the clock tower bell rang upon the hour, the door was opened and one of the Junior Knights entered to ensure they were all up. Shinichi was glad it was Lieutenant Takagi today; he was always a little easier on them than the others. Still, the boys stiffened upon his entrance and saluted the higher ranking officer, as was expected.

“Morning! Out of bed! Breakfast in fifteen!” He shouted, “Don’t be late!”

It wasn’t so much a warning as a reminder. Those who failed to report on time for meals didn’t eat. It was part of their training, part of what stiffened them into soldiers. Punctuality was important. Reporting for duty was important. Following orders. Don’t question, just do. It was easier said than done. Together, he and Heiji scrambled to finish assembling their multi-piece uniforms and then scrambled out of the barracks in a rush for the mess hall.

Little did Shinichi know, as he gobbled up his dry toast and soggy oats, that this day would change his fate forever. He had thought his life already irrevocably altered. He’d lost his parents, his cousin, his family. He was a conscripted soldier for goodness sake! He would never have believed fate could be twisted even more. But that day, a normal, cool spring morning, the perfume of cherry blossoms wafting upon the breeze, was the day Ra-Ven would attack the palace of Bei-ka with the sole interest of taking the life and soul of the country from its pedestal, to take Princess Ran away from her people, and to crush the will of Bei-ka in the process.

#First fanfic #Detective conan #dcmk #Princess! Ran #Knight! Shinichi #Shinran fic #Shinichi Kudo #Ran Mouri #Heiji Hattori #Inspired by @Detectivegeekshin drawing of Knight Shinichi and Ran #Couldn't find if they had already written something #So if they did i'm sorry!!!

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firegiftlouis · 1 year

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pls can we all engage in mass delusion that this is an april fool's day joke and start writing meta tomorrow

y'all are making it too real 😢😢😢

Lol I’m sorry 😭 I was also very sad to hear Bailey was recast so suddenly, especially since filming literally starts in full on Tuesday (if they haven’t already started).

Honestly, the metas I’ve been seeing actually are helping me cope in a way? Because this is one of the rare times a recasting that wasn’t planned could lead to some incredibly interesting implications within the show’s story and themes. Most recastings, if they’re acknowledged at all lol, are usually just lampshaded if it’s a comedy or if it’s more of a sci-fi/fantasy thing is explained by some weird, typically convoluted excuse as to why this established character suddenly looks different.

But in a show where Claudia is a character that’s been dead for several decades now, a character that Daniel has never actually seen, Daniel quite possibly beings the character through which all the scenes in the past are filtered through instead of it being directly Louis or Claudia’s pov, and in a show where the Oddyssey of Memory is a core theme…yeah.

This recasting was sudden (for us at least, I’m sure they knew for a little longer that this) and unplanned like I said earlier but if the writers and the other creatives over there are smart (and so far I’m inclined to think they are) this could be something they use and turn it around into something brilliant! That’s definitely what I’m hoping for.

And if it’s any consolation, from what I’ve heard Bailey likely had to leave because of Avatar filming in the summer? If that’s the case I’m glad she’s booked and busy because she’s really talented 💕

This came out way longer than I thought it would lol but I guess this post can be my official feelings on the recasting 🤷🏾‍♀️ I look forward to seeing Delainey in action and what she brings to the role. I hear she has a theatre background as well and if there’s one thing I love in my actors it’s a good theatre background (Assad please call me 😍)

Also the reverse Aunt Viv jokes us Black fans have been making have been hilarious 😂

#claudia de lioncourt #delainey hayles #bailey bass #cast #asks

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i-write-some-stuff · 1 year

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Lauren's 2023 Writing Plan

Alright so given that I'm (hopefully) finally done with school, it's time to focus on my writing a little bit more, and that means putting more care into running this blog, as well as working on some longer term porjects that I may or may not eventually share on here too (but are far than ready to be released to the world as of right now). This is why I've decided to give little previews of the things I've been working on lately and that I wanna eventually post on here. I believe this will be a way for me to motivate myself and keep track of what I achieve, and who knows, it might help lure some potential readers in (please please please leave comments and reblog my stuff if I've successfully lured you in and you like what you read, it means so much). Anyway, without further ado, here's what you can expect for me this year:

NCT FRAT AU I think we all agree that NCT are the frat boys of the kpop industry, however the idea of writing about it was sparked by @smileysuh's frat au (find it here). This series is going to be written with OCs, simply because I have ideas for everyone to be kinda linked, and it's going to be too confusing if I don't give names to the boys' s/o. Here's the ideas I have so far:

Taeyong - Shy and nervous Taeyong who's absolutely whipped for one of the techs who is working on the dance squad's show

Johnny - When he meets someone who's as witty as he is, Johnny makes it his mission to find a way to fluster them

Yuta - Sweet barista Yuta takes care of someone he barely knows at a frat party (sounds lame but it won't be)

Doyoung - Theatre kid Doyoung falls in love with the person playing his love interest in the theatre club's production

Ten - Fuckboy Ten had someone in his bed after a frat party and didn't do anything? You're kidding, right?

Jaehyun - There's no way the football player will end up with his childhood best friend who also happens to be a cheerleader, right? Like come on, that's too cliché... right?

Lucas - Gets jealous when he sees his fwb all over someone else after they've been ghosting him for a while (definitely gonna be 18+)

Mark - Music major Mark goes on a blind date set by Haechan that goes a lot better than he would've expected (this is going to be cheesy I'm warning you)

Xiaojun - Art student Xiaojun helps one of the other art majors to derive from the classical rules and free their creativity, no matter what other artists might say (this is kinda based on Nevertheless but also not at all)

Jeno - When cold boy Jeno is seen smiling and chatting with someone outside of his frat friends, rumors start spreading about a potential new couple (for my besties to lovers enthusiasts)

Haechan - Gets offended when his friend pretends to be annoyed by him when in public when in reality they're just as hyper as he is (I don't know how else to explain it you'll have to trust me on this)

ATEEZ Somehow I don't have that many plans for my ult group, however I do get new ideas almost every single time they post something so be ready for that I guess. As for now though:

Deadly Class AU: I only published one part, but I have a few more things to say about that au, especially since Halazia Seonghwa has the exact energy I imagined for the Deadly Class Seonghwa I wrote about. I have a few things already written, but they need a bit more work before they're published. I can however say that Yeosang and Hongjoong will also be part of that au.

I have a vague idea for a Rich Boy series with Ateez, and I'm thinking of maybe writing one shots based on songs for this series? I wouldn't be making OCs this time but they're kind of all gonna be in the same universe. Also the songs I have so far are Fools by Troye Sivan, Black Eye by Vernon and maybe Shout Out by Enhypen, but the concept might change, I'm not sure

The whole 30 minutes album preview live or whatever that was did give me ideas for an au that would take place within the Ateez lore, but given that one of my long term project is already (very) loosely based on their lore, I'm not sure if I'm gonna go through with it. Maybe I'll just write a Yeosang one shot relating to the live's sorta hidden pov

SEVENTEEN As a fairly new Carat, I do know I wanna write about them (especially Vernon and Seungcheol as of right now) but I don't feel like I know them well enough yet to write about them if that makes sense? So what I'm trying to say I guess is keep your eyes peeled for that, but I don't know when it will actually happen. I do however have something written that include Jeonghan and Seungcheol, though it's not about them.

And finally, I have a few ideas that I'm going to keep quiet for now, but they include a mix of idols, and also a Stoner line that my bestie and I made for each group we stan, so keep an eye out for those!

I really hope I'll be able to keep up with writing this year, but please keep in mind that I also have a full time job that is sometimes quite demanding energy wise, so I might not be as disciplined as I wanna be. Also, if any of these inspire you or if you have other ideas for the groups I've mentionned or other groups, let me know! (fair warning that I most likely Will Not write for anyone born after 2001 though) Also, keep in mind that some of these are going to be 18+, and most of them are going to contain strong language or mature topics, so do not interact if it isn't your cup of tea. I try to make sure that everything I post contains the proper warnings, so don't come at me if you read something you shouldn't/don't wanna be reading

Here's to a good 2023!

-Laue

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thirtecnth · 5 months

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(John Krasinski) THE FOOL. Please welcome ARCHIBALD "ART" MCVRIES (HE/HIM) to Huntsville, WV. They are a 45-year-old VISITOR who lives in TOWN. You may see them around working as a Theatre Director. Poor unfortunate soul. We’ll see if they survive.

( *tw - homophobia, mental illness, suicide)

GENERAL

FULL NAME: Archibald Jameson McVries NICKNAMES: Art, Archie, Arch, McVries, Bald (don't), Baldie (bigger don't) AGE: 44 years old DATE OF BIRTH: March 7th SEXUALITY: Disaster Bisexual STATUS: TBD

APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 6′ 4″ HAIR: Brown EYE COLOR: Blue

BACKGROUND

HOMETOWN: Los Angeles, California INCOME STATUS: High Class FATHER: Peter McVries (deceased) MOTHER: Jan McVries (deceased) SIBLINGS: Evelyn McVries (younger), 3 sisters (WC) SIGNIFICANT OTHER: WC (Girlfriend) HOBBIES: Blogging, Video Games, Movies, Trivia, Anything Occult, True Crime

TRAITS

[+] Comedic, Loyal, Upbeat [-] Loud, Reckless, Unserious

STORY POINTS

Art's parents met on a movie set in Hollywood. She was the director's daughter and he was the lead-- it was a match made in Heaven.

Together, they had four girls and one boy... Art was both the middle child and the successor in his father's eyes.

Though, for the most part, Art was raised by wonderful women. They put makeup on him, dressed him up, and played pretend. When his father was in the room, he pretended not to like it, but truthfully-- he never really minded at all.

In fact, he thought it would be kinda fun to attract both girls and boys. He liked the idea of it more than he would ever tell anyone.

Time went by and when the limelight got to be a little too much for the family, Art's father moved them all to his hometown of Oxfordshire. The last thing he wanted was for his family to be corrupted by the sights of flashing cameras and screaming fans... Especially with the feminine way his son had been acting.

At the age of 9, he enrolled Art in an expensive private school and he was a miserable new kid. Though it wasn't all bad for long, eventually he met Edgar Wayne, who quickly became his best and only friend.

He faced it, he knew he was a bit of an annoyance, but it was nice that someone cared about him beyond his sisters.

Still, that didn't mean the feelings he had went away completely. Especially finding out eventually that Edgar had similar feelings to his.

By that time, he was 13, stuck in a Summer Camp for jokester behavior in class, and dying of boredom... They ended up sharing a first kiss and it was a done deal for him. He definitely liked men.

Fast forward to the end of Summer and his father took his best friend away too. He gained a lead role in a major production and the family moved right back to Los Angeles. This time, it would be where most of them stayed as his father's popularity grew.

It was also there that his Mother eventually caught his Father in an affair with one of his costars. Her mental health suffered greatly after that point, and while Art tried his best to support her, he was also the one to find her when she took her life. It broke him. He was incredibly close with all the women in his life, but especially his Mother. Art was never truly the same.

He fell further into his jokester/comedy side for his sisters after that point. He tried to make them laugh, tried to keep them away from the sadness. Due to this, he grieved in silence. No one would see him sad.

In his grief, he also picked up small signs that his mother was still around... Candles that would blow out, things that would go missing, noises in the night.

He began recording his experiences for YouTube and then in all sorts of abandoned places too-- it quickly turned into a phenomenon with the help of his Father's connections. (He had to beg and eventually go to college at least for a Fine Arts degree, but hey! The money talked). He was a real-life paranormal investigator with a successful show of his very own.

Art never had to officially come out to his father by the time he passed away. It was easy to just hide in the shade of having a wife by that point... Sure, his marriage was unsteady and he was unhappy, but at least the older man would die half proud of his son. He'd take half.

Eventually, the rumors about Huntsville were strong and when the time came that he was ready to explore it, Art had been two years divorced and had a new (sort of) girlfriend who had been putting up with him. She decided to stay behind and he left on his way there. It would be a dream to get any evidence of that ghost town and whatever was going on with it. Little did he know what he was going to get himself into.

WANTED CONNECTIONS

1. Camera Team: They were probably with him before he ran off to scope things out in the town. When he never returned, they probably went in after him. They might be pretty pissed about this or hey, just as confused as he is.

2. His Sisters: He's incredibly close with all of them, it definitely wouldn't be surprising if one or many of them went looking for him and winded up stuck too.

3. His Ex-Wife: They're divorced, but hey, she could still care about him. Or maybe the feelings are still there after all. Who knows in this crazy new world.

4. Fake Girlfriend: It was a PR stunt and he thought it was a bad one but the world went crazy over them together. It seemed all fake… Maybe it wasn’t?

5. Fans: He has a couple emmys and a pretty famous ghost hunting show in the states. It's possible that someone would have seen it. Especially if they had been watching it when it was on Youtube. It's been around since before the storm.

…More to come, I’m sure!

#art mcvries.#art mcvries. / intro #huntsvilleintro

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iwillberunningfromdemons · 10 months

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That was Clerres. That was where they were taking me. But I doubted that the lovely walled garden and doting Servants awaited me, or the bright market under the warm sunshine.

Instead I recalled with horror the searing glimpse of torch-lit stone walls lined with elevated benches, and a bloody creature chained to a table who screamed piteously as Dwalia offered a delicate knife to an impassive man. Pen, ink and paper waited on a tall stand near her. When the person screamed out a recognizable word, she stepped aside to jot it down, and to add notes, perhaps on what pain had torn words from him. She seemed cheery and efficient, her hair neatly braided in a crown around her head. A canvas smock protected her pastel blue garments.

Vindeliar stood at the edge of the theatre, a despised outcast who averted his eyes and trembled at each screech wrung from the victim. He'd understood little of the reasons for tormenting the writhing creature. Some of the seated onlookers were watching with mouths ajar and eyes wide, and others laughed into their hands, with strange shame blushing their cheeks. Some were pale of skin, hair and eyes, and others were as dark-haired and warm-skinned as my parents. There were old people, and people of working age, and four children who looked younger than me. And they all watched the torture as if it were an entertainment.

And then, to my horror, the poor creature on the table stiffened. His blood-tipped fingers strained wide against his restraints and his head thrashed wildly for a moment. Then he was still. The panting sounds he had made ceased and I thought he had died. Then, in a terrible exhalation of breath, he screamed a name. "FitzChivalry! Fitz! Help me, oh help me! Fitz! Please, Fitz!"

Dwalia was transfigured. She lifted her head as if she had heard the voice of a god calling her and a terrible smile came over her face! Whatever she wrote in the book, she did with a flourish. And then she paused, pen lifted, and made a request. "Again," she said to the tormentor. "Again, please. I wish to be certain!"

Assassin's Fate, by Robin Hobb (Fitz and the Fool Trilogy #3)

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killian-whump · 2 years

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My Top 10 Colin Moments list reminded me (yet again) of how much I want - no, NEED - to see Colin play a serial killer in a movie.

JJ Sneed just... perfectly illustrates exactly what I’m talking about.

Colin just naturally has this gregarious boy-next-door charm that is impossible to resist. He’s just likeable. You wanna like him, you wanna trust him, you wanna hang out with him for awhile and have some fun. It’s part of who Colin is, and it feels effortless and so very genuine whenever he puts this same quality into his characters.

But as so many of his characters have shown us, Colin can also be dark. Dangerous. Evil and murderous, even. And he’s so good at it. Even better when he flips abruptly from being charming to being pure evil. Both of these sides are so believably authentic that it kinda melts your brain for a second trying to catch up with the gear shift.

And THAT is the most terrifying thing about serial killers. THAT is more terrifying than all the blood and gore and chainsaws and Saw-style contraptions Hollywood can throw in your face. Serial killers are charming. They come off as genuine, authentically nice/friendly people in order to lure you in like a spider spinning a web. “Okay,” you think. “This guy seems safe. I’ll go home with him / accept a ride from him / help him find his cat / show him where the post office is / etc.” And then there’s that moment where the facade drops and you see the true evil that you swear wasn’t fucking there a second ago but there it most certainly is and there’s no mistaking it and your stomach drops to the floor because holy shit this is the part where you die. Like, if there is ever a moment to shit your pants, that would be the one. Totally go for it.

What I’m saying is... I think Colin could make us all shit our pants. Figuratively, I mean. Not... I mean, please don’t actually do that in a movie theatre. It’s unsanitary and... Just don’t, okay?

But anyway, I really think... given a good role in a good film... Colin could give us a truly terrifying and realistic serial killer character. Someone we all know 100% we’d be fooled by and lured by and straight-up murdered by... and we really, really love to be terrified of and are just a little terrified of how much we love. Dexter, but sexy. Norman Bates, but without the mom thing. Hannibal Lecter, but with less people-eating. Or, well, okay, he can maybe eat a couple people. Gotta try new things and all that. Just... don’t get weird about it.

Anywho. Do I have a tag for this?

#serial killer colin

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lonelypond · 7 days

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fOOLs

NicoMaki, KotoUmi, HonoUmi, KotoHonoUmi, Love Live, 6.6K, 1/1

Summary: An experimental play, A Midsummer Night's Dream mischief mixing with μ's and chess. Kotori and Umi are clashing. Kotori uses magic to mess up everyone's night. Nico has to fix it all before dawn or become Nozomi's pet. Eli is confused. Maki is helpful in the least helpful way. But she has a keyboard. Honoka and Rin bound their way through. Hanayo is a little lost. And very hungry.

fOOls

Act I, sc i

Two women are rushing the front door, they collide, glare at each other. The shorter steps back, glares, then bulls forward again at the same time, juggling an overstuffed bag and a stack of things. The taller one finally sighs and opens the door.

Nico: (curt) Thanks.

Maki (shrugs),

Nico puts her papers down on the center table, taking up all the space, calling to the barista.

Nico: All the coffee please.

Nozomi: You’re not our only customer, Nico-chi.

Nico: I’m your most likely to be famous customer working an impossible deadline so all the coffee please.

Maki (standing at counter): There’s a line. I’m first. I’ll take a macchiato.

Nico: Give her nothing (shoves past with hip)

Maki: I’m sorry, but technically that’s an assault.

Nico: It’s a check. Sit Nico in the penalty box.

Maki steps back.

Nozomi: Please treat people less rudely.

Nico: Nico treats everyone the same.

Maki: Henry Higgins.

Nico: Who?

Maki: My Fair Lady. Professor Higgins. Treat a duchess like a shopgirl and a shopgirl like a duchess.

Nozomi (leans over counter): Nico-chi, aren’t you the great American hope for theatre. How could you not know that?

Nico: Professor First in Line here just surprised me, that’s all.Nico is very familiar with all musicals. “I could have danced all night” is a total bop.

Maki: What the hell does that mean besides you throw slang at every thing?

Nico: It means gets stuck in your head, gets your feet moving, spins you through an incandescent, irreplaceable, irrepresible musical moment. (grabs Maki’s hand and spins her. Maki falls into a chair, clutches her bag to her chest and glares.)

Nozomi pushes the biggest mug they have over the counter.

Nozomi: Here, Nico, stop harassing the new customers.

Nico: If she comes back, can …

Nozomi: One macchiato.

Maki works her way cautiously to the counter, obviously avoiding Nico, who continues to hum, suddenly breaking out into song. Maki rushes back to her seat, deliberately turning her chair away from Nico.

Door opens, Eli Ayase rushes in very abrupt, very focused, pushes through Nico like she doesn’t see her.

Nico: Hey!

Eli: Quad espresso

Nozomi: Love the suit. Why are you in such a rush?

Eli: I save time by not sharing my life with strangers.

Nico: (snorts) (moves into Maki’s vicinity, spreads out paperwork)

Nozomi: ooohh, the icy type.

RIn and Hanayo and Honoka fall through the door, followed by Umi. Nozomi immediately drops her focus from Eli.

Nozomi: Hey, you shouldn’t be here. She’s due in any minute.

Honoka: The sign said ‘Open!”

Nico: I don’t think she’s talking to you.

Eli (looks at watch): Can I get my drink, please?

Honoka: Hey, Rin, what do you want?

Rin: Coconut milk cause I’m a nutty cat.

Hanayo (giggles and pets Rin’s head): You’re so cute.

Honoka: Okay, she’ll take a coconut milk and I’ll have something super tall and sugary and…

Nozomi ignores them all, moves from the counter to confront Umi.

Nozomi: Did you hear me?

Umi: Yes. But I no longer come and go at her whims.

Nozomi: She’s going to whim you right into another dimension.

Eli (approaches behind Nozomi, taps on shoulder): Is there a manager I can complain to?

Nozomi: (over her shoulder) Yes, me. I’ll take your phone number.

Nico snickers and taps Maki.

Nico: Just watch.

Maki: I’d rather not.

Nico: But Nozomi is relentless when it comes to torturing the women who end up on her radar.

Maki (arch): And I should care…

Nico: Because it’s god tier drama, with a side of revenge porn for dessert.

Nozomi: (glares at Nico): Just porn, Nico-chi, no revenge necessary, I never get complaints.

Nico: Or second dates.

Nozomi: I don’t recycle, not plastics, not playthings.

Nico whistles. Maki turns to her.

Maki: Is this a friend of yours?

Nico: Is a friend someone you hope doesn’t spill a hot drink on you?

Maki: That’s not the dictionary definition, no.

Nico: Then, not friend.

Meanwhile Rin and Honoka have ended up behind the counter.

Rin: I worked as a barista. I can make coffee.

Honoka: Looks pretty simple. We just pull this here and…

(loud whooshing noise, cloud of steam)

Nozomi whirls.

Nozomi: Touch nothing.

Returns to counter, picks up Rin and Honoka and dumps them on the other side, pulls four espresso shots for Eli.

Nozomi: Here. Bet it’s good. Everything I do is.

Eli: I just need hot and strong.

Nozomi: Exactly.

Eli: (slides card through, ignores Nozomi).

Door opens, Kotori steps through, everyone but Nozomi and Umi freeze.

Nozomi: Boss.

Kotori (in the softest, gentlest voice as she crosses in Umi’s face): Bitch.

Umi: I’m not the one with a (points to Nozomi) procurer.

Nozomi: Fancy. Cool kids say wingwoman.

Umi: (glares) She’s married.

Nozomi: That’s more a you problem than a me problem.

Kotori: I don’t want to fight, Umi. Can you feel that storm Umi? That’s what happens when we fight. All the world feels it, all the world storms, all the world.

Umi: Once you told me all the world loved when we loved.

Kotori: And they do.

Umi: You didn’t say they would all love you.

Kotori: (hand on shoulder, or something) Isn’t it easy to do, Umi-chan?

Moment, audience is very aware of everyone frozen, holding their breath, even Nozomi.

Umi: Too easy. (steps back, breaks the spell, everyone comes to)

Eli (taps Kotori on the shoulder): If you’re the owner, I have a complaint but no time to register it right now. But I’ll be back.

Kotori: (waves Eli off, her attention on an Umi who has turned her back to her and approached Nico)

Umi: Hello, Yazawa.

Nico: Sonoda.

Umi: Are you still in search of a collaborator?

Nico (shoots to her feet): Are you interested? (smooths down shirt or skirt or…) Of course, Nico has other offers, but…

Umi: (pulls a notebook out of her bag) Can you do anything with this?

Kotori is watching, closely.

Nico flips through…

Nico: Yeah, maybe...might need some music, but Nico’s connected...you don’t look like a poet.

Umi: What does a poet look like?

Nico (gives Umi and once over and glances back at Maki who is untucked, biting on a pencil or some other nervous habit, twisting her hair, and working on a score): Messier.

Umi: I leave that for my emotions.

Nico (chuckles): Good one. Now sit down and sell me on this phrase.

Kotori fades back to the counter.

Nozomi: I like Nico.

Kotori (pouts)

Nozomi: What about those two? (points at Rin and Honoka who are doing some kind of stupid, messy physical challenge)

Kotori: Oh, that would be far too messy for Umi…(baited pause, exchange of glance) perfect.

Kotori opens her bag and takes out some fabric and thread, waves a hand, throws a weave, a quick flash of light and a light gauze mask is laid over her hand.

Kotori: and now we move some pawns…(points at Honoka, snaps at door)

Honoka (rushes Umi and Nico’s table): are you working on a show? Because I’m an actress.

Eli (comes back in, furious): This is the worst tasting thing I have ever had.

Kotori snaps again, light fun, everyone freezes.

Kotori (with a giggle): I’ll do Umi; you do Madame Angry Hot.

Nozomi: Gladly.

Bit of stage business where Eli and Umi are both masked; Kotori possibly leads Umi in a dance; Nozomi possibly gropes Eli before she pauses with a mischievous look and moves her to Maki’s table.

Honoka is eagerly leaning into Umi’s view at the freeze and when Kotori steps back, continues.

Honoka: I need something to post. I’m alllll out of ideas and I promised my followers I’d post something new every week so if you’ve got any ideas…

Umi: How breathtakingly beautiful you are. What’s your name?

Nico: Really, I’d say she's kinda cute.

Umi (shakes head): No, a fresh breath of beauty like 1000 sakura petals released on a breath of wind to flutter with hope in the air, transversing the globe, never sullied by the ground, always lifting our dreams.

Honoka: ooohh, that’s fancy. Now could you say it like regular people?

(A moment)

Umi: Like a flower that never lands on earth, you hold all my hopes in the palm of your petal like hand, your fingers caressing my dreams as they guard them. (raised Honoka’s hand to her lips)

Honoka (turns to Nico): Write that down.

Nico: I’m not your secretary.

(Maki snorts which triggers a ‘lovestruck’ Eli out of her trance where she was staring at Maki)

Eli: My queen.

Maki: (jumps, startled) Who are you?

Eli: a mere pawn.

Nico can’t decide who to glare at more.

Nico: DId everyone’s brain die from food poisoning?

Nozomi: Just a little (looks at Kotori) Spring in the air.

Nico (deciding to glare most at Eli): So why’s no one noticing Nico. Nico is very noticeable..

Maki: Annoyingly so…(knocks down Eli’s hand) hey, hands off...I’m moving.

Eli: And I shall follow.

Nico and Maki in unison: Oh my god.

Act I, sc ii

Nico and Maki rush in again, hitting the door at the same time, Nico with an even bigger pile of things.

Nico: Where’s your stalker?

Maki: I don’t know. Let me help you.

Nico: I don’t know. Can you?

Maki glares down at Nico, mutters something.

Nico: What was that?

Maki (opens door) probably nothing can.

Nico: Charming.

Maki continues to hold door, watching Nico throw her pile on the same table, and call out to Nozomi, once again behind the counter.

Nico: Make it a vat.

Nozomi: Sounds medieval.

Nico: Make it a liter.

Nozomi: Sounds European.

Nico (Charges the counter): Make it IMMEDIATELY.

Nozomi shakes her head, laughing.

Nozomi: Always so Nico Nico Needy.

Nico: Hey, lips off my catch phrase.

Nozomi: How about….

Nico just stares down Nozomi, Maki behind her, and Nozomi shrugs.

Nozomi: Your loss.

Nico: Look at me, continuing to be STD free.

Nozomi: Ha! I did you a favor yesterday. There’s a reason your friend there has the icicle follower not you.

Nico: How is that a favor for Nico?

Nozomi: When Kotori acts out, it tends to go badly for everyone involved.

Nico: I stay out of domestic disputes.

Maki: Can I have a caramel macchiato today.

Nico: (turns) Are you going through the menu in order?

Maki: Maybe.

Nico: Why?

Eli rushes in, a little more undone than the day before. Throws herself at the counter, pushing Nico to the side, and much louder than polite.

Eli: I’ll have what my queen is having and pay for both.

Nico (grabs drink, moves to table): Loser.

Maki: I don’t need you to…

Eli (flips so she’s facing Maki): It is my pleasure.

Maki: (to Nozomi): I really don’t want her to pay.

Nozomi: Okay.

Eli (with card out, tapping on the counter): I insist. And there’s a big tip for you.

Nozomi: (shrugs): what’s a pawn to do?

Maki: No one even plays chess here. If there was a board, it turned to dust from disuse.

Nico: Knight on A3.

Maki stares at Nico.

Nico; (shrugs) My little brother’s a fan. So Nico learned to think several moves ahead.

Rin and Honoka fall through the door, followed by Umi

Rin: What are we talking about.

Nico: Nothing.

Maki: (to Eli, as Maki moves behind Nico) Go away.

Nozomi: (with an odd look at Nico) Chess.

Honoka: Oh, I know chess. (strikes a pose) King Me.

Umi has moved closer to Honoka. Umi is still wearing the mask.

Nozomi: No, the one with the queen.

(Next three comments overlap)

Umi: You can be my queen.

Nico: Enough with queens.

Honoka: Like a drag queen?

Nozomi: One night in Bangkok.

Rin: Bang COCK.

Nico: Oh my god.

Maki: I am going to forget I was ever here. And all of you. Wiped from existence in my memory.

Nozomi: (crumples with laughter): I get my kicks below...

Nico: (through forced teeth): no one wants to know.

Rin: Is it a rooster? Is it a prick? Isn’t that weird, going to gas station and thinking about that all the time when you stick the nozzle in.

Nico: I don’t think people think about that all the time.

Rin: Isn’t that why they designed it that way?

Nozomi is practically on the floor,

Nico: No.

Umi approaches the counter.

Umi: Please mix up your finest… (glances to Honoka)

Honoka: (perking up at the thought of sustenance) Unicorn Sparklefruit. And a cookie. Can I get a cookie.

Umi: (Very gravely): You must have all the cookies. All the cookies for my Queen, Nozomi.

NICO: NO QUEENS.

Maki: (hisses) Be less dramatic.

Nico: I’m getting a dripping guillotine tattoo. Let them eat cookies.

Maki: You mean cake.

Nico: I mean that’s annoying (pointing to Umi fluttering eyelashes at Honoka, who is juggling cookies and tossing them at Rin).

Maki: Fair.

Nico: Thank you.

Kotori (walks in, with a giggling Hanayo on her arm) straight up to Umi, speaks once again, in the softest voice imaginable) Bitch

Umi: I already know your name.

Nico (stares): woah

Umi: Come with me, Honoka. We should find someplace private.

Honoka (mouth full of cookies): ooohh, just give me a minute. Hey, Rin, I thought you were going to come as PussyKate.

Rin: (glances around) This might not be the crowd.

Honoka (Grabs Rin): Hey, everyone, you’re okay with my buddy here being herself right.

Eli: (with a lean toward Maki): I only feel like myself now, when I’m looking at you.

Maki: No. (heads to bathroom)

Umi: And I only felt like myself yesterday, for the first time, when I saw you, Honoka, and how you glowed as bright as the sun over a summer noon. Winter melted, and overleapt Spring, and your heat melted all of the ice that had scarred my heart.

Honoka (wide, worried eyes): Did it hurt?

Umi (grabs Honoka, drags toward bathroom) Come with me, my love.

Kotori, with Hanayo, heads to Nozomi, Nico watches Maki disappear, glares at Eli, then sigh/vents as Umi disappears too.

Nico: So what’s this ‘PussyKate?’ You roller derby or something?

Rin: No, that would be cool though, wouldn’t it?

Hanayo (through a mouthful of cookies, becoming a little interested in Rin as Kotori is now paying no attention to her): It might be a little scary.

Rin (pulls Hanayo to her feet, whips her round as best can be done wheel-less): Nah, it’d be superfun.

Hanayo: SOMEBODY SAVE ME!

Rin (just laughs and whirls her partner)

Nozomi: That does look superfun. C’mon, Nico, I haven’t seen you dance in ages.

Nico: That’s because this isn’t a club, no DJ, just coffee, which Nico needs a refill of…

Nozomi pulls Nico to her feet: Dance, first.

Nico becomes immoveable, arms crossed, very out of sorts, Eli wakes up from another trance, discovers Maki has gone and begins to look around the room. Nozomi grabs her.

Nozomi: You’re very buttoned up.

Eli: Control is essential. Emotions stain and strain and….

Nozomi: Sounds like laundry and buttons and…(snaps top 3 or so buttons from Eli’s shirt) More freedom solves that, you can move, emotions can fly out into the world (spins Eli)

Eli: My Queen is probably lonely.

Kotori (sitting on counter, very prim, very pretty, very not pleased): Now why can’t Umi be like that?

We hear (if we can’t see) Eli singing something silly like “I Can’t Give You Anything But Love” or “Witchcraft” or “Heart and Soul” or…?

Nozomi: Have you asked her?

Kotori huffs; Nico’s still glaring.

Kotori: She spends her time with…

Nico: And you spend your time with (gesture to Hanayo, still dancing with Rin) Have you read any of your wife’s poems?

Nozomi: Ooh, a quiz, this will go well.

Kotori (with a hair toss): No, she won’t share them.

Nico: They’re full of...longing. Of love. Of loveliness. All of this she finds in a very particular person, who always seems to be shattering and slipping away from her, like scattered clouds across a liquid moon. (Nico pauses, taps counter or something) That’s a quote.

Kotori: Umi’s?

Nico nods.

Maki has come back, shoving Eli and ends up in the middle of Rin and Hanayo, who are still dancing. Umi and Honoka come out of the bathroom, Umi all over Honoka, who is grinning goofily.

Kotori: Why don’t I know that?

Nico (shrugs): Who were you paying attention to? Umi or whatever willowy, whispering wisp wandered by?

Nozomi is leaning over the counter: Nico…

Nico: No, Nico is not going to be quiet. (she picks up Umi’s book) It’s so beautiful and you (points at Kotori, then Umi) scorn her, shame her, when you should be sweeping away her tears.

Maki has frozen, is watching Nico.

Honoka has released from Umi, to pick RIn up.

Honoka: C’mon, Rin, let’s get your suit.

Eli: Maki, let me buy you the best…

Kotori: STOP.

Everyone freezes but Kotori, Nico, and Nozomi.

Kotori: Show me.

Nico: What?

Nozomi: Oh, Nico-chi…

Nico: (snaps) Shut up.

Kotori: (approaches Nico, with Umi’s book, slaps Nico with it): Show me this fondness of feelings, this wealth of wonder, this salve of sorrow. Here are your actors.

Nico: Are you crazy?

Kotori (looking a little crazy): I am the Queen. Empowered. Ruling. (quick snap, magic effect) And if you don’t do this, I will make you crawl lower than either the blonde or Umi for Nozomi here. Check, little knight.

Nozomi: ooh, a pet. I’ve always wanted a pet just this tall (holds up hand to Nico’s head).

Kotori (wild light in her eyes, freezes Nico) Pet. (goes to Honoka and Rin): Come back real.

Honoka and Rin head out the main door; Kotori goes back to Nico.

Kotori: Now show me. Here are your actors. I can command them to do your bidding.

Nico: Just let Nico handle it.

Nozomi: You don’t want magic.

Nico: Nico has her own magic (opens the book).

Kotori (for the third time, as if sealing a spell) Show me.

Act II, sc i

Nico and Maki meet at the door of the coffeeshop, Maki juggling a keyboard. Nico glares, Maki stares pointedly, Nico after a moment, sighs and opens the door. Maki nods happily as if a decision has been made.

Nico: What’s that thing? A prop.

Maki: Keyboard. You need music.

Nico: Nico sings. Don’t need anything but Nico.

Maki: I’ll play. You have poetry, right? People like lyrics better, you know, with the music added in.

Nico: Poetry’s fine.

Maki (sets up on table): Music’s better.

Nozomi: Are we getting a DJ?

Nico: We are getting exactly what Nico says. And Nico didn’t say piano. (to Nozomi) Now, get me something that’ll make me buzz. (to Maki) And put that thing away.

Maki is setting up, ignoring Nico, playing something. She walks over, grabs the book out of Nico’s hands, reads a page, and starts humming.

Nico: HEY!

Maki (shrugs)

Nozomi (in a REALLY bad fake whisper) Nico-chi, that one’s hot enough you should just let her do whatever she wants.

Nico: She’d be hotter if she did what Nico wants.

Maki (raises an eyebrow, continues to play, half smirking)

Eli bounds in, having switched to ballet clothes, some dance sequence across the room, down on one knee with a grand gesture in front of Maki): You play a siren song as I dash against your granite heart.

Nico: (leans against counter as she grabs her drink) Got anything that will knock dancing and dazed out?

Nozomi: Can’t take the competition?

Nico: (quick gesture indicating NICO!, shakes head) Whole different league, hon.

Nozomi snorts.

Rin, Honoka, and Hanayo fall in, followed by Umi, obviously fawning over Honoka, who now has a collar and dog ears, Rin is either in a cat fursuit or ears and a tail and makeup, depending on budget and costumer.

Nico: Give ‘em an hour and they change species.

Nozomi: Some nights are like that.

Maki: (howls)

Eli: (has approached counter) Two espressos, one for me, one for my…

Nico grabs Eli by the tutu, ruffle, or something: Just step off, TinkerSwell, maybe Billy Joel’s a tea drinker.

Maki: Actually, I am.

Nico: See. Get Baryishnikov a muzzle. And Rachmaninoff some tea.

MAki: Maki.

Nico: (shakes head)

Meanwhile, Honoka has been playfully butting her head against Umi, who is liberally petting her. And Hanayo has approached the counter.

Hanyo: Milk please, and a hot chocolate.

Nozomi: Hot chocolate. Hey, do you like hot chocolate, Eli-chi?

Eli: Love it in the winter.

Kotori enters, hears winter, snaps fingers, and suddenly the temperature drops. Nico, with her cardigan, is really the only one dressed for it. Kotori once again, approaches Umi, pulls out a leash, snaps it on Honoka’s collar, and whispers in the softest voice possible: Bitch.

Umi: And she’s a beauty.

Kotori: I was referring to you.

Hanayo hops up happily, Rin following, Honoka is picking up on the tension and getting nervous

Umi: Still true. Excuse me, I have business. And you gave her to me. (puts her hand on Kotori’s to prevent her pulling the leash and kneels to free Honoka)

Hanayo: Hi, Kotori!

Kotori: (side glance, very dismissive) I’m done with you.

Honoka and Rin bump noses, Rin hisses as Kotori jerks back from Umi, Rin slashes at Honoka, and then Honoka gives chase, half dragging Kotori, who ends up in a heap on the floor, Hanayo has fallen too.

Nozomi: Your actors have assembled.

Nico: (head in hands): Yeah.

Eli is once again staring at Maki in a trance like state, Maki pointedly turned to ignore her.

Maki begins to sing one of Umi’s poems.

Sakura soft touch Fluttering my pulse, my heart Whipped by a bare branch

No sakura spring For me, please, the wind is too You, sharp and cruel

Umi: Did you compose that?

Maki: Yes.

Umi: It’s lovely. You really understand the melancholy, there’s the yearning in minor.

Maki: (Nods, looks at Nico): Yearning.

Umi (pulls out a pen): Let me work that into something. Can you add some bright? For the lightness of Spring.

They consult over a paper; Eli is crying, has possibly tried to hug Maki and been shoved off. Meanwhile, Honoka has rushed to Kotori and Rin has rushed to Hanayo.

Honoka and Rin (with big, bright, caring eyes): I’m so sorry. Are you okay?

Kotori: (just stares)

Hanayo: You’re so sweet.

Rin helps her up. Honoka is holding a hand out to help Kotori.

Honoka: Please let me…(stops, it’s a strange mood Honoka can’t read)

Kotori (after a pause, reaches up): Okay.

Nozomi: Well, this is interesting.

Nico: I don’t have time for interesting. (stares at Maki) Turns out, I’m directing a musical.

Act II, sc ii

Nico: standing over Maki on the keyboard; Rin, Honoka, and Hanayo are reading scripts, Umi is sitting taking notes, Eli is too close to Maki, Nozomi is pouring out espresso shots, Kotori is sitting on the counter, pouting.

Nico: You can’t just turn this into a musical. Nico is trying to prove a point. An important point…

Maki: Isn’t Nico a genius? I thought I heard that 5 minutes ago.

Nozomi: Ooohh, Nico-chi, that sounds like another bet? Can you lose two in one night?

Nico: (rushes counter, looks like she might hit something, throws back an espresso shot)

Eli (leans in, all flirty) I can sing.

Maki: You can go.

Nico: seconded.

Nozomi: Nah, I like the eye candy.

Nico (rolls eyes): Pervert

Nozomi: Is it Tuesday?

Nico: No.

Nozomi: Then yes, pervert.

Nico (shakes head)

Kotori: I’m bored.

Nico: You’re speaking out of turn.

Kotori (sighs): so over that, but… (snaps fingers)

Honoka, RIn, and Hanayo speak like they’re being fast forwarded.

Honoka: I can sing.

Rin: Dancing, we got to have dancing or this isn’t a party.

Hanayo: I don’t understand what’s happening.

Kotori beckons them with a gesture, waving a hand over the espresso shots remaining: Thirst.

They drink.

Nico looks concerned. Kotori examines the rest of the room, as Nozomi pours out three more shots. She points at Maki, Umi, and Eli.

Kotori: Thirst

Maki steps forward, Nico grabs her wrist,

Nico (speaks without looking at Maki): Stay. Nico needs you.

Eli, with a reluctant look at Maki, steps forward, takes a drink.

Umi: You have no power over me.

Kotori: Who lets love go to waste?

Umi: Only the cruel.

Kotori (jumps down, grabs Honoka, stares in her eyes) This is my penalty for speaking out of turn. Plus, (she looks at where Hanayo and Rin have joined hands) I need a new toy. (takes a shot)

Nico looks at the third shot like it’s a bomb, still holding onto Maki’s wrist.

Nico: Play something for me.

Maki (confused) Okay.

Eli has taken her shot and is looking confused, Nozomi watches for a moment, then grabs the third shot and Eli’s ponytail.

Nozomi: What the hell (downs shot)

Maki: what’s happening?

Nico: Chaos. Gods colliding. Love and disaster.

Maki: sounds like a musical to me.

Nico: Get over it.

Maki: (Plays and sings)

Love and disaster Faster and faster Crashing and crashing Why you bashing Love and disaster Bringing me you

Maki winks:

Don’t drink the potion RIn’s with the motion

(RIn hops up and dances)

(Umi steps over to the piano)

Cruel wind, cutting yourself Can’t you see the sun Still shines And you’ll cry for it As you speed by

Kotori, Honoka following, approaches Nico.

Kotori: You’re running out of time. Dawn dissolves dreams.

Nico: Poet for a poet.

Kotori: No. She hates me.

Honoka: Nobody should hate anybody.

Umi whispers: I don’t (as Honoka continues).

Honoka: I know what dawn does; it takes the stars away, like waking up your computer from a screensaver.

Kotori: Not poetry.

Honoka: (Takes Kotori’s hand) I only dream during the day because at night I keep reaching for the stars. Want to go see my favorites? (there has to be an earnest goodwill about Honoka that can’t be dented no matter what happens)

Umi: (writing): Stars too often called Diamond. They only tempt not Cut or Burn like you

Nico: (whirls) Write me a dream song.

Hanayo: Write me a rice song.

Umi: Rice?

Rin: You can’t eat a song. Wouldn’t you rather order a pizza or donuts?

Eli: They don’t deliver donuts.

Nozomi: There's a Fusion bistro that’s open a two minute walk away.

Rin: C’mon, let’s go. Can’t act on an empty stomach anyway.

Hanayo: (sadly) No rice song?

Umi: (shrugs)

Maki (plays): Rice is nice, even cooked twice, breakfast and base, for food it’s an ace

RIn: Ooohh, such a cool song, now let’s go get some.

Nico: (frowns at Maki) Enough. (pushes Rin and Hanayo) You get food (points at Honoka) you get lost in the twinkle (shoves Nozomi and Eli) you help me set up a game board, push tables, out of the way, mark out squares, just half a board.

Maki: What kind of board?

NIco: A Nico plays musical chess board. Now write me a Dream song. So we can rehearse.

Umi: Do you want a waking song?

Nico: That depends on the story you want me to tell. (Nico sits next to Umi, book out) Isn’t this a nightmare? Do you wake up or change the dream and stay?

Maki plays a quick chord progression.

Maki: Isn’t waking better?

Nico: Never sleeping is probably best; that way you’re never blinded by what might be.

Maki: Then how do you find what you want?

Nico: You see what is.

Umi: What if what is is a tornado?

Nozomi: (staring at an Eli, who is stacking chairs) What if what is never looks at you?

Eli: What if what is is something you’re never good enough for?

Nico: (as if lecturing, Maki behind her) You just do what you can to survive.

Maki: (softly) What if what is is you?

Act III, sc. i

Nico is perched/standing on a chair; there are squares marked on the floor. Maki’s keyboard has been moved next to Nico.

Nico: All right, we are in Nico-Time now, my rules. Everyone (glares at Nozomi, then Kotori) has to do what Nico says. Nico has until dawn to rewin…(pause) the Dark Queen’s heart for her consort (Nico bows to Umi). For that…(Nico leaps down) Nico needs another King (moves Honoka not far from the corner where Umi is), some pawns (grabs Rin and Hanayo, sets them up), and two rooks (puts Eli and Nozomi in place, facing each other). Our royalty are dark, foggy, lost souls shadowed by their past, but the rest of you are bright with hope, potential, spark.

Maki: Violence on the board.

Nico (whirls): What did you say?

Maki: (shrugs): White has an overwhelming advantage.

Nico: Yes.

Nozomi: So we’re going to win? (giggles) Then her Majesty (sweeps a curtsey at Kotori) gets angry, you lose your bet, and I get a pet.

Maki: (glares) Nico’s a winner.

Nico: (wink) Now you get it.

Eil: What do I get?

Nico: What do you want?

Eli: (hands through hair, disheveling, much more undone than anyone has ever seen her) I want to…

Maki (hands hastily written music to Nico, begins to play)

Nico (points at Eli)

Eli: I want to not be the best, to be in with the rest To see what I want (faces Nozomi) and grab for it To be free (pushes off Nozomi) To leap (pauses two spaces away, then leaps left, shirt open, tank top underneath) To keep going

Honoka: Cool...just do it.

Rin: People always notice me.

Hanayo: (they are separated on the board) I’ve noticed you noticing me. No one does that.

Kotori: Bitch. (moves away) I did.

Umi: But only briefly. Only a sudden heat, growing nothing to grow cold. Steam that dissipates, no bond created.

Kotori: What’s a bond if it’s only a bridge that leaves a shadow but never connects? What’s a bond if you’re always looking away.

Umi: (turned away) All I can see is you.

Maki: (stops the music) They don’t even look at each other, let alone talk TO each other. What are you going to do?

Nico (jumps up again, waving arms like a conductor) Make them sing! (all eyes on her, a different kind of music plays as Nico tosses songs into the air)

Eli: What choice do I have?

Nozomi: (the quietest, most doubtful) Me?

Rin: I choose you.

Hanayo: (turns away) No one does.

Rin finds she can’t move.

Honoka: Magic...If it’s in the air, it’s in my hands. (Nico nods and makes a gesture toward Kotori, Honoka copies it) If it’s in my hands, I can command. Truth. (points to Umi) For her (points to self) For me.

Kotori (sole focus on Umi): I want all of you, every you, any you, anything you’ve touched, anyone you’ve touched…

Maki shudders.

Kotori looks like she’s holding a globe, spins it: All the world in you. All in my hands.

Umi: All my softness stripped, all the beauty gone in a cold wind that only cares what it takes with it.

Sakura soft touch Fluttering my pulse, my heart Whipped by a bare branch

No sakura spring For me, please, the wind is too You, sharp and cruel

Your wind can’t carry The weight of all the tears caught In my petal heart

No sakura spring For me, please, the wind is too You, wandering weak

No sakura spring For me, please, the wind leaves me Torn, scattered, dulled

Kotori whirls as Honoka reaches out to an Umi who is starting to sob. A snap prevents an embrace.

Nico: A fondness of feeling, you can hear it in every note. And it upsets you. Awakes you. Makes you remember the moment…

Kotori: The moment

Umi: Your breath brushed me Your lips crushed me You rushed by me

Honoka: You pushed me Rushed me She blushed

Kotori: a flower flushed Kissing blue sky Blushes soft touch

Kotori: hand reaches out

Umi: Wind, storm, rain So fragile, here alone, Can your hands be A gentle touch A stroke of hope, A finger kiss

Kotori: But I want all of you, any you, every you (looks at Honoka) anyone, everyone you touch

Umi: But gentle

Honoka: You rush

Umi: To crush

Kotori: Just a brush (hand to mouth) soft as…

Umi and Honoka: Sakura

Eli: NO!

Nozomi: ...Zomi...Nozomi...and Eli. Let’s make our own music. (Nozomi looks poised to move)

Eli: NO! It’s just a spell, just a spell, a potion, a binding, winding us all in a snare

Nozomi: It could be more.

Rin: I’m real.

Kotori: I’m Queen.

Hanayo: I’m scared.

Umi: I’m mad.

Honoka: Magic, right? Let magic happen.

Eli: No. (Facing Nico): Break the spell.

Nico: Why?

Eli: This isn’t real.

Nozomi: It could be

RIn: As real as me

Honoka: As magic

Kotori: Break the spell.

Maki (plays) Dealer’s choice, Madness or Magic Real or rehearsed What’s your card?

Umi: Why do we always choose? Why can’t we include?

Maki: Make a choice.

Nico: But the bet.

Maki: Take a chance Be bold Be brave enough to

Eli: BREAK

Umi: THE

Kotori: SPELL

Nico winks at Maki: Then you forfeit.

Kotori Umi Eli: BREAK THE SPELL

Act III, sc. ii

Nico is standing staring at people. Maki is stopping her from moving toward either people or the door.

Nico: Make them stop. It was supposed to end better than this.

Maki: You won your bet. The rest is theirs.

Nico: So Nico moves on. Next project.

Maki: No, Nico stays.

Nico: But there’s nothing for Nico to stay for.

Maki: What about someone?

Nozomi: Ooohh, Nico-chi, how do you respond to that? A trap? A treasure?

Eli: And this is why there’s no real. You think love is a pirate game. A gamble.

Nozomi: Otherwise it’s not fun. See something pretty and gold (touches Eli’s hair), chase after it.

Eli: (pauses, then pulls back) I’m not a prize.

Nozomi (sighs): Have a coffee.

Eli: Only if we talk.

Honoka: Make me one!

Rin: Two for us.

Hanayo: Thank you, Rin-chan. It’s nice to be seen.

Nozomi: Anyone you want to treat, Kotori.

Kotori: (sotto voce) Bitch.

Umi: Petal beauty floats Let it touch you, spark of warmth Let it drift by, leave

This sakura spring For you: choose touch or tarnish Me, now that we’re here

Honoka joins in: Petal beauty floats Let it touch me, spark of warmth Don’t drift by and leave

(To Umi) This sakura spring You embrace this touch, choosing Us, now that we’re here

(With Umi) This sakura spring You embrace this touch, choosing Us, now that we’re here

Maki: (to Nico): You can trust this. It will work out.

Nico: Trust.

Maki: Trust us. Isn’t that always the lesson?

Trust Spring, Trust sakura, Trust Softness, trust sparks, trust truth Will blossom for us

Sakura softness Keeping my heart light, a kiss Melting sorrow’s snow

All sakura spring For me, please, the wind always You, caressing me

Nico (reaches a hand to Maki’s cheek): Like this.

Maki: (a nod)

Nico: Treasure.

Maki (shakes head): No. Sailing with no map. A challenge.

Nico (Laughs): Nico loves a challenge.

Maki: I know. (hands Nico the book) There’s one last poem.

Nico: No, there’s not.

Umi: It wrote itself.

Nozomi: Last of the magic.

Eli: We don’t need magic.

Rin: We need dancing (spins Hanayo)

Hanayo: We danced all night and it was never enough.

Honoka: (comes up behind Umi) Make the spell.

Kotori: (reaches hands out to Umi and Honoka): Take the chance.

Maki: (with a wink) Win your bet. (Sings)

Sakura softness Keeping my heart light, a kiss Melting sorrow’s snow

All sakura spring For me, please, the wind always You, caressing me

Nico: (sings as the couples/thruple close in)

Sakura softness Keeping my heart light, a kiss

(No surprise, but it should be a breathless build, a moment, everyone kisses, from a gentle kiss on a cheek to ?. Read the mood.)

And we get a group chorus:

Melting sorrow’s snow

All sakura spring For me, please, the wind always You, caressing me

A/N: I was going through my files, looking for something I could finish for Maki's birthday. And I found this, which I've already finished (phase one of a "Michelle writes a play" experiment). And I haven't posted it for no really good reason. So here you go, in honor of Maki's birthday. Enjoy. Thank you Maki for helping me find my voice. May you continue to inspire.

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NEWSLETTER FEBRUARY 2024

Hello all,

Hope all is well with everyone, despite all the nasty illnesses going round, that I had a piece of too. It's been a little while since the last newsletter, here in brief is the latest news and details of some forthcoming shows.

AWARD NOMINATION

For the fourth year running, I've been nominated in the UK Blues Awards, this time in the new category of Traditional Blues Artist of the Year. It would be great if you could spare the time to vote for me, it doesn't take long. For your vote to count, you have to vote in at least 5 categories. I'm aware that many people who like and follow what I do may not be hugely knowledgeable of the UK Blues world, so by way of help with that I can point out festivals I've played (Swanage and Upton), venues I've done gigs at (100 Club Tuesday Blues, Tuesday Night Music Club, Temperance), shows I've been on (Cerys Matthews, Gary Grainger, Richard Dunning, Paul Long), and artists I know personally (Acoustic, Trevor Steger). It would be great to get enough votes so please do also share this link for voting with anyone you know who might also vote (voting closes on Sunday 25th February):

voting UK Blues Awards

NEW ALBUM

Called Fools & Clowns, this will be out pretty soon, the last of the behind the scenes preparation is currently going on. It'll be available for pre-order before long, and at gigs too.

We're really pleased with it, and it's a bit of a departure from what we've done before, building on our style to produce a slightly different set of sounds. The songs are all newly written originals, with a range of subject matter that you don't normally come across in songs (as usual). It's unmistakeably us, and hopefully it'll have you smiling, thinking and dancing! More information soon, including ordering link.

DATES

Lots of shows in great venues coming up. We're out there doing something new and original, with recognisable elements of the classic music of the past. If you loved the great artists of the golden period decades ago, you'll like what we do too and recognise it as something that may well have fitted in well back then. And it really is new, with songs about life as people live it today, and stories you won't have heard before, all delivered with totally individual musicianship. Do come to shows and do spread the word to anyone you feel will like what we do.

Details are also here:

https://www.markharrisonrootsmusic.com/shows.php

FEB 23 SUNDERLAND 17NINETEEN

£18, 7.00PM TICKETS & INFORMATION

MARCH 2 SWANAGE SWANAGE BLUES FESTIVAL

wristbands £15 THE CENTRE

6.00pm-8.00pm TICKETS & INFORMATION

MARCH 7 SWINDON THE TUPPENNY

8.00pm TICKETS & INFORMATION

MARCH 23 HALESWORTH, SUFFOLK THE CUT

£15/£17, 7.00pm TICKETS & INFORMATION

MARCH 25 CAMBERLEY MIDNIGHT SPECIAL BLUES CLUB

£15, 7.30pm TICKETS & INFORMATION

APRIL 6 CHICHESTER GRAYLINGWELL CHAPEL

£12.50/£15, 7.00pm TICKETS & INFORMATION T

APRIL 12 HEMEL HEMPSTEAD OLD TOWN HALL

£17/£15, 8.00pm TICKETS & INFORMATION

APRIL 19 LONDON ST HARMONICA'S BLUES CLUB

£10, 8.00pm TICKETS & INFORMATION

APRIL 20 TAUNTON BREWHOUSE THEATRE

£16.50, 7.45pm TICKETS & INFORMATION

APRIL 21 NOTTINGHAM PEGGY'S SKYLIGHT

£10, 1.00pm TICKETS & INFORMATION

APRIL 27 WORCESTER HUNTINGDON HALL

with Zoe Schwarz

£17.50, 7.30pm TICKETS & INFORMATION

APRIL 28 BOX, CORSHAM, WILTSHIRE SCHTUMM

£10, 7.00pm TICKETS & INFORMATION

NEW FILMS

Here's a brand new film of our song The Treaty Of Dancing Rabbit Creek - hope you find it both enjoyable and informative, it's about an interesting piece of history:

The Treaty Of Dancing Rabbit Creek film

New live films get uploaded here, have a look:

recent live films

SPOTIFY

Passing Through continues to get a lot of streams there, and you can check out all the albums:

Spotify

ALBUMS

All the albums, complete with brilliant artwork and lyrics booklets, can be ordered direct here, so if there are any you haven't got, do get them! We do songs from all of them.

WEBSITE

Here's the website, where everything is:

https://www.markharrisonrootsmusic.com/index.php

Many thanks for all the interest and support,

Mark

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A REVIEW: A Bunch of Amateurs at Bromley Little Theatre

A fading Hollywood star finds himself playing King Lear with an Amateur dramatic company in rural England. With a script by Ian Hislop and Nick Newman, A Bunch of Amateurs has an interesting pedigree. Originally written as a script for the 2008 film starring Burt Reynolds, it was later adapted by the same authors for the stage.

The scripts filmic origins do show from time to time. There are a number of quick scene and costume changes which, while easily managed on film, present significant logistical problems for any director and cast of this play. Immediately before the final scene, the script presents a monumental hurdle, requiring the characters to change out of Shakespearean dress back into their day clothes. The inevitable result is a loss of momentum at the denouement of the play which I suspect only a rewrite or holograms could overcome !

In this entertaining production, director Mike Darbon overcame these through ingenious use of voiceovers, music, and management of scene changes. The removal of most of the Fools songs from the show, and replacing them with up-tempo, Tudor flavoured pop rock music was particularly inspired, helping to keep up the pace essential to this play. By focusing on the community, rather than the Shakespearian element, this first class production made a virtue of the narrow Bromley stage, emphasising the discomfort of a big fish film star (Jefferson Steel) in a small village pond, the context on which the plot depends. The fast pace allowed one of the script’s strengths, the witty dialogue, to shine through.

A confident and convincing lead performance by Steve Hemsley as Jefferson Steel gave the other characters room to breathe. His transition from the depths of stardom to the heights of humility were movingly portrayed. Through strong characterisation, the ensemble cast convincingly played the villagers. Alison Green, James Strange, Marion Barker, Jo East, Alison Craddock and Isobel Willis were all excellent.

On my first visit to Bromley Little Theatre for 6 years, I hugely enjoyed the show, as did, visibly, the cast and crew, and the encouragingly large Friday night audience.

Andy Leggatt

A Bunch of Amateurs played at Bromley Little Theatre from 10th-18th February 2023. To find out more about this theatre and book for their upcoming productions, please visit https://bromleylittletheatre.org

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becca-e-barnes · 2 years

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Rhi's Writing Challenge 💗

@strwbrrybucky you beautiful angel, thank you for hosting such a fun writing challenge!! I was so excited about this prompt and I've been working on this fic for ages now! I couldn't pass up the chance to write about our favourite Sheriff Daddy 💕 I hope you like it babe!! I love you loads! And let's pretend I didn't leave it until the very last day to post hehehe

Pairing: Boyfriend!Ransom x Reader x Dad’s Best Friend!Lee

Summary: You and your boyfriend get caught making love by the town Sheriff but when Lee hears Ransom didn't make you finish, he decides to finish what Ransom started

Warnings: Smut, heavy degradation, threesome, mmf, cheating, exhibitionism, voyeurism, vaginal fingering, forced orgasm, car sex, abuse of power (kind of), significant age gap (but everyone is of age), unprotected sex, cuckolding, cum play, praise, pet names, interactions with law enforcement, rough sex, double penetration, oral (m receiving), spit roasting, choking, face fucking, daddy kink, breeding kink

Word Count: 2938

Prompt: If I end up needing to pull over, I promise you, you’re not gonna walk for a week

I haven't written anything full length in so long so I would really appreciate some feedback!!

Minors, do not interact

“Shit, baby that’s it. Just like that.” The gentle praise rolls so sweetly off your boyfriend’s tongue and you can't help but groan, basking in his attention.

Ransom Drysdale was rarely this sweet during sex. It wasn’t really Ransom’s style, as you had come to notice. Ransom preferred instead to use you, to leave you shaking and cumming and so blissed out while he tells you what a filthy little slut you are for enjoying it.

After all, you’re the town angel. Everyone thinks you're so sweet and gentle and caring but behind closed doors you find yourself giving in to temptation, surrendering and becoming your boyfriend’s dirty whore.

Tonight was different for you and Ransom. Tonight he had you laid out, legs spread wide in the back seat of his car, his thick cock slipping in and out of you while he gripped your throat.

His body weight pinned you down, trapping you and forcing you to take every last inch of him and you were in fucking bliss.

You’d been reluctant to try something so public. Sure you’re fooled around a little before, making out in the movie theatre or letting him slip his hand under your skirt at dinner but this was different.

His car was pulled over on the side of the road and although it was dark, the little interior light offered just enough to ensure he could see that blissed out look on your face.

“F-fuck this pussy is tight.” He gasped, tightening his grip a little on your neck and using his other hand to brace himself against the door.

The backseat was cramped, you had no doubt about that but there was something about the way it forced Ransom closer and deeper that made you slightly dizzy.

Being out in the middle of nowhere was almost freeing, with no one around to hear you, you could be far more open and bold about the pleasure you were stealing from each other.

Your groans and pleas filled the crisp evening air, little cries for more making Ransom absolutely feral, drilling into your pussy in a way that had your eyes rolling back.

“So fucking pretty like this, holy shit baby, I’m gonna cum, fuck I’m gonna cum.” He groans, his pretty face screwed up and you know he can’t hold it. He’s getting off on the risk. Not only the risk of being caught but the risk of knocking you up. Having everyone in town know what a depraved little slut you are for him.

“Ransom baby please, fill me daddy, flood my pussy.” You whine, biting your bottom lip, looking him in the eye and that’s all it takes. He spills inside you with a groan, his thick cock twitching, flooding your greedy hole with more cum than you can hold.

“Fucking take it, take it baby, that’s it.” He chants mindlessly between kisses to your neck.

In the midst of the lust and pleasure, neither of you notice the flashing lights. By the time you do, it’s far too late, the alternating colours dancing on Ransom’s flushed cheeks and neither of you have a chance to so much as pull away from each other.

Two gentle taps at the window make you both jump, frantically scrambling to pull your skirt down as Ransom tucks himself back into his pants.

“Shit shit shit.” You whisper, your heart racing as Ransom tries to tame his hair with his fingers. There’s no playing this off. But given that your father is the Deputy Sheriff, you can only pray it’s anyone but him knocking on your boyfriend’s car window.

“Evenin’ Mr Drysdale.” The familiar drawl from outside the car makes your heart sink. While it’s not your father's voice, it’s just as fucking bad.

Ransom glances over at you, panic evident on his face just as clearly as it’s evident on your own as he opens the car door.

“Evening Sheriff Bodecker.” He smiles, trying to stay as calm as possible.

“Son, I’m gonna need you and your sweetheart here to step out of the vehicle.” Lee sighs, not even taking the time to glance inside the car to see which sweet young woman had managed to find her way under Ransom Drysdale.

Reluctantly, Ransom steps out, tucking his shirt back into his pants because there’s not much point pretending anymore.

After taking a deep breath, you follow, shuffling over the leather seats until you’re able to let your shoes crunch down on the gravel.

“Evening Lee.” You smile and you notice how his smile falters a little.

“For God’s sake honey, this guy? Gotta say, I’m disappointed and I know your parents will be too.” He sighs, making Ransom huff in indignation

Lee shoots him a look, begging Ransom to say something. Begging him to open that chirpy little mouth and say something Lee can make him regret.

“Please Lee, just let us go this once? Won’t happen again, I swear.” You beg, giving him the sweetest eyes you can muster, hoping he’ll soften and let you both off the hook.

“ ‘M afraid not, what you n’your boyfriend just got up to was public indecency, darlin’.” Lee looks so smug but it’s easy to see the slight flash of disappointment in his eyes. “I just hope it was worth it.”

“Don’t worry Sheriff, it was so good.” Ransom boasts, his chest puffed out as Lee scoffs, debating whether or not to cuff you both.

“Good for you maybe, but let me tell you son, that girl beside you isn’t fuckin’ satisfied. So in my book, I’m just pissed off that y’stopped. If you’d been man enough to make your girl finish, I might jus’ be lettin’ you away with it.” Lee hisses, foregoing the cuffs in an effort to guide you both to the back of his cruiser.

It’s not hard to see that Ransom can’t make eye contact with you, embarrassment making his cheeks burn as you both get settled in the back. You can feel his seed dripping out of you, no doubt making a mess of your pretty little skirt but you can’t find it in yourself to care.

Lee takes his place in the driver’s seat, looking in the rear view before heading on, the dirt road crunching under the tyres.

You all sit in silence as he drives, the tension thick in the back seat until you feel Ransom’s hand on your knee, spreading them gently.

“You’re gonna fucking finish. Right here. Want my cum dripping out of you onto this asshole’s seats, you got that?” His voice is quiet, barely more than a whisper but his touch is firm and insistent and he can only smirk when you nod. He has one thing on his mind and it’s tending to his wounded pride.

His fingertips ghost up the insides of your messy thighs, trailing through his own cum that’s spilled out of you and you can’t find it in you to tell him to stop. Lee isn’t watching after all, too consumed by announcements coming over his radio.

Two thick fingers slip inside you. They’re long and dexterous and delighting in the fact you don’t need any prep after having been stretched out on his cock not long ago.

His fingers rub nicely, letting you feel full and before long, you’re grinding your hips down on them, stealing pleasure at every chance you get.

You can’t help but watch Lee in the rearview, his eyes trained on the road and this is so filthy and wrong, you have to bite your own bottom lip to stop yourself from groaning.

Ransom hasn’t said another word, leaving you to desperately hump his fingers and God, it feels good but it’s not enough. It’s shameful and disgusting and you shouldn’t enjoy it at all but you need more.

The slick noises of your sopping pussy fill the back seat, your eyes trained on Lee’s reflection as you grind back and forth on your boyfriend’s hand.

But then Ransom crooks his fingers just right, the next grind on your hips makes him nudge your sweet spot and you mewl at the pleasure. It’s no more than a quiet sob but it’s enough to tear Lee’s attention off the road and back onto you.

Your eyes meet in the reflection and there’s a split second where he recognises exactly what you’re doing in his car.

“Jesus Christ, fuckin’ cut it out. You couldn’t please her the first time Drysdale, give the girl a fuckin’ break.” He hisses but Ransom doesn’t stop. Instead, he begins thrusting his fingers in and out of you, curling them with a smug smirk on his face as you whine and moan openly.

“Go on baby, cum for daddy.” Ransom urges but you’re still not there yet.

“Embarrassing yourself now, sweetheart. Tell him to stop it or just hurry up and cum.” Lee’s ultimatum is a terrible one because you don’t want to do either. One option results in you sitting there, unsatisfied and aching, wishing you had only been quiet a few minutes longer. The other involves you shamelessly rubbing yourself silly on your boyfriend’s hand while your father’s best friend watches and listens.

“Go on baby, cum on my fingers. Let Lee hear how pretty you sound when you cum for me.” Ransom encourages but it doesn’t help

“Do I need to do it myself? Cause honey, if I end up needing to pull over, I promise you, you’re not gonna walk for a week.” Lee’s words send a shiver down your spine. An all consuming, filthy shiver because that’s what you need. Not Ransom. You need Lee.

“You’re not gonna need to fuckin’ touch her.” Ransom spits out, not able to bite his tongue anymore and you can see Lee’s eyes squint a little, trying to register who the fuck this boy thinks he’s talking to.

“Son, if that girl was gonna cum for you, she’d a’fuckin’ done it already. Can’t believe you’re stickin’ your dick in the sweetest piece of ass in town and you won’t even make her finish. Jus’ fuckin’ embarassin’.” Lee’s voice is calm and measured, checking in his side mirror and his rearview once more before throwing his indicator on and pulling over, bringing the cruiser to a stop.

“How ‘bout we show this jerk how it’s done, huh kitten? We’ll teach him how’t please a woman.” The look on his face makes you clench around Ransom’s fingers because this man looks ravenous. His eyes are trained on where your boyfriend’s fingers are buried inside you and you just spread your legs wider, giving him a better view.

“Hm, tha’s cute, Drysdale. You’re gonna needa give her a third finger if she’s gonna take me. Go on, stretch your girl out for me.” You can tell Ransom is seething with anger because Lee has won. You’ve given in to him and now he’s going to have to watch.

“Eat shit, Sheriff.” Ransom spits and the second the words leave his lips, he finds himself regretting it.

“Suit yourself. You’re just gonna have’ta listen to her while I’m splittin’ her open.” Lee’s indifference makes you shiver. “Come on baby, climb in the front with me.” You gladly do as you’re told, letting Ransom’s fingers slip from you as you manoeuvre yourself out of the back seat and round to the driver’s side while Lee pushes the seat back to give you both enough room.

“You wanna feel a real man, don’t you kitten? Bet he’s too fuckin’ gentle ’n tha’s not what you need. Little slut like you needs a firm hand.” Lee smirks, watching how you nod, giving you a chaste kiss before manhandling you so you’re angled over the top of the centre console. He’s careful not to put you in a position that’s too uncomfortable but from here, you can see Ransom and Ransom can see both of you and you know it shouldn’t turn you on as much as it does.

“Lee, please.” You whine, the sound of his belt buckle making you squirm because you know your leaking, throbbing cunt is exposed and you’re beyond desperate to get off.

“You’re a whore, you know that? Can’t fucking believe you.” Ransom doesn’t want to be into this. He truly fucking doesn’t. But when he watches how your eyes roll back at the feeling of a thick, hard cock teasing your dripping slit, he can’t help how he twitches in his pants.

“She might not be such a whore if y’took care of her. If y’were mine, y’wouldn’t be left unsatisfied, that’s for damn sure, kitten.” Lee’s little promise ends with a low groan as he bottoms out inside you and you can’t help but notice that you’re far fuller with Lee than you feel with Ransom. Ransom isn’t small by any means but Lee just feels better.

“Fuck that’s good, Lee. N-need you to fuck me h-hard. I wanna cum Lee, please, I-I can’t…”. Your voice trails off as he starts to move, a gasp trapped in your throat as he slides out, only to press back in again.

“Y’hear how desperate your girl is? Actin’ like a little fuckin’ cum dump jus’ so she can get off. You’re fuckin’ pathetic, Drysdale.” You can see Ransom seething with anger, a fire raging behind his eyes but God, your little whimpers are hot.

“Holy shit Lee, deeper. O-oh my God.” You look so blissed out already, a sob torn from your throat as Lee uses his full body weight to press himself inside you.

The feeling is overwhelming, you’re stuffed and stretched and still leaking from Ransom and it’s so degrading but you wouldn’t dream of letting Lee stop. His firm hands land on your waist, his fingers digging in as he grunts.

“Sh-she’s gonna cum, Lee. O-oh fuck.” Ransom’s voice is smaller now, the discomfort in his pants humbling him because he’s enjoying this far more than he wants to admit.

“Will we ruin her? Have half a mind not t’let you touch her again but this little thing just wants to be used, don’t ya, kitten?” Lee purrs and seeing you nod just confirms his plan.

“Take your cock out Drysdale. A-ah, feed it to her.” Your eyes roll back at Lee’s suggestion and by the time you’ve managed to recover, you feel a wet tip pressed to your lips. “Fuck’s sake boy, get it at least to the back of her throat. Go on, princess, you can take it, can’t you?”

“Fuck my throat, Ran. Don’t be gentle.” You whisper, loud enough for both of them to hear you and it makes Lee groan, giving your ass a harsh spank.

“You heard her.” Lee encourages, not even pausing his thrusts.

“D-didn’t realise you were so slutty, holy shit. Look so innocent, n-never would’ve dreamed you’d want two dicks at once.” Ransom can’t hold back any more, holding the back of your head and pressing his cock inside you until it hits the back of your throat. “G-good girl, take it so well.”

His head is thrown back, his huge frame still looking cramped in the back seat of the car but he doesn’t even care. Not when you’re drooling on his cock because the town sheriff is fucking you too well.

Your little cries of pleasure are only muffled by the throbbing length in your mouth and you know you can’t last long. You’ve been too worked up for far too long and the way Lee fits inside you perfectly is just too much.

“Your girl is gonna cum. Fuck, didn’t think this pretty pussy could get any tighter. Pullin’ me in like you wouldn’t even believe. Guess tha’s what havin’ a mouth full of cock will do to ya. Go on sweetheart, cum for daddy. Show your little boyfriend how pretty you look when ya lose control on a nice big dick.” Lee knows he won’t last long either but he’s desperate to get you there before he can let himself give in.

Ransom is too lost in the feeling of your mouth to even register the fact Lee is mocking him, fucking recklessly into you as Lee fucks you from behind.

“God ‘m so close. Can’t, oh baby please.” Ransom sobs, his eyes screwed shut.

“Go on kitten, soak my cock for me. Lemme feel how bad y’need my cum.” Lee’s voice is low, barely more than a growl as he gives you a few more harsh thrusts.

That’s all it takes for your body to surrender, giving in and clenching tight around him. Your fingernails claw at the leather seats, struggling for something, anything to ground you other than the two cocks filling you up.

“Sh-shit, jus’ like that. Good fuckin’ girl, cummin’ so hard for daddy. Pussy’s drippin’ already.” Lee groans, emptying inside you just a few strokes later, flooding your cunt with his release.

“Oh God please.” Ransom cries, pressing your head down and cumming down your throat with a ragged cry, his hot spend dripping down your throat.

“Kitten, you’re stuffed. God, that’s a pretty sight.” Lee gasps, wiping his sweaty forehead on his sleeve, admiring the mess he’s made as he pulls out. Ransom does the same, gasping for air as he tucks himself back into his trousers, flopping against the seat, looking exhausted.

“That’s how you treat your girl, Drysdale. And sweetheart, if he ever leaves ya unsatisfied again, my door’s always open, ya hear me?” Lee smirks, giving your ass one last spank before pulling you up for a tender kiss and Ransom can’t even find it in himself to be mad.

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Accidentally Injuring Their Partner PT. 2

Part One Here

Y’all- the last one is like, my most popular post. As I’m currently writing this, it’s literally almost at 1K notes so... yeah. This one needed a lot of thought and effort if it’s going to meet people’s expectations.

Please read the note I added at the end of the fic

Genre: angst

Type: drabbleshot

Warnings: gore, mentions of hospitals, crying, cursing, toxic relationships, self blame, some real ‘who cares how I feel, how do you feel?’ kind of unhealthy vibes, hazbin hotel reference (found in Todoroki’s section), talking down on oneself,

Other: this was requested multiple times, but this bitch was planning it before it was requested haha I’m so cool no I’m not I still feel like shit lmao.

Angst Taglist: @smolchildfangirl @combat-wombatus @mandalorian-baby-bird @waffleareniceandfluffy @catcherisvibin @thesubtlewhore

Tomura Shigaraki

It was really all he could do to stare at you.

You’d moved from the theatre to an abandonment hospital, mostly to find any leftover supplies to help with your arm, or rather, lack thereof.

You’d only sort of expected this. Tomura lashing out at you, you getting hurt, you just didn’t expect it to result in you loosing a fucking arm.

Toga was helping to change your bandages, and Magne was speaking quietly with Twice, Spinner, and Compress.

Dabi was speaking with Shigaraki outside the room, and you couldn’t hear what they were saying. You were glad, you didn’t exactly want to hear his voice right now.

You didn’t think you were being that annoying, you thought you were just helping him. And you usually did. When he’d have his little tantrums, he’d get upset at you sure, but he’d never hurt you.

You knew you didn’t do anything differently than usual, maybe he was just more stressed than ordinary? Maybe you should’ve recognized that and altered yourself to fit accordingly.

Or maybe he’d just been horrible, and attacked you for no reason, and you had just been trying to help him.

You knew it was more likely the latter, but you couldn’t help but blame yourself. People don’t just try to kill their partners that they love so much

The door slid open, and Dabi stepped in. He glanced around the room, waving his hand to usher Magne, Spinner, Twice, and Compress out of the room. Today stood up, but you grabbed her hand.

Dabi pushed the door open a little wider, and your boyfriend stepped inside. For once, you were glad he had that horrible hand in his face, you knew that if he took it off you’d probably vomit.

“Call us in if you need anything.” Dabi offered uncharacteristically, sliding the door shut behind him.

Everything was quiet.

Not even the people in the hallway wanted to say anything.

He slowly walked towards you, pulling up a chair and sitting down.

You sat cross-legged on the creaky hospital bed, staring at him as Toga held your hand.

“Why are you here?” You asked quietly.

“I- I um. Why is she here?” Tomura ignored your question, pointing to Toga next to you.

“She’s here because she chopped off my arm after you dusted it. She’s here because she saved my life. Why are you here, Tomura?”

One of his hands lifted to his neck, scratching lightly.

“Shit- I didn’t want anyone else in here-“

“Why not? Don’t want anyone to see you loose yourself and hurt me more? Don’t want anyone here to save me?” You snapped.

“You- you know I didn’t mean it-“

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not, Shigaraki.” He flinched away when you spat out his last name like that. “I still got hurt. I lost a fucking arm because of you. How horrible are you that you have to cover up your own insecurities by trying to kill me? No really, I could have died.”

“I’m sorry!” He exclaimed, nails digging deeper into his neck. “I love you, okay? And I promised I’d protect you so-“

“So you broke your promise in the worst way possible.” You swung your legs over the side of the bed, squeezing Toga’s hand before letting go. You walked up to Shigaraki, lifting your hand and gripping his shoulder tightly.

“I’m going.” You whispered. “I can’t be around you. I still have family outside the League, friends that aren’t villains. I can build myself a semi-normal life. I’ll be happy without you.” You turned back to Toga, offering her a smile. “You can come over whenever you want, you’re my friend.” You headed towards the door.

You paused when you heard a soft noise, like a gargled scream. You turned around, seeing Shigaraki shaking.

“No, no please no- don’t go!” He spun around, grabbing your shoulders. You shoved him off you in an instant, curling into yourself

“GET OFF ME!” You screamed. But he was already launching himself at you again, you saw his palm flying towards your face. This time, it wasn’t an accident.

And you knew you wouldn’t make it out this time.

You were pulled back by a strong force, realizing Magne was holding you tight. Compress and Dabi were on either side of Shigaraki, holding him back, while Twice had ran to Toga.

“No! I’m sorry! I’m so sorry! Please don’t leave me!” He screamed, the hand fell loose on his face, tumbling down to the floor. You turned away, not wanting to see him.

You could only imagine his expression.

“Goodbye, Shigaraki.” You whispered, ducking out of Magne’s grip and rubbing off.

“Goodbye.”

Touya Todoroki/ Dabi

It had been a week since he’d seen you, a week since he’d felt your hands on his. A week since he’d heard your voice. A week since he’d seen your smile.

A week since he’d burned you.

Called you inferior.

Threatened to kill you.

Well there was certainly a reason why he hadn’t gone to see you since the incident.

But...

He missed you.

He felt so guilty, knowing what he’d said and done to you, and he needed to see you.

Maybe he was just being selfish.

Maybe he knew he’d done something wrong.

Maybe he needed to call you.

He flipped his phone upside down, then right side up again on the counter of the bar.

Toga sat on a stool next to him, tapping her hands against the marble in boredom.

“So... what’s up with you?” She asked, cocking her head and glancing at him.

“Like I’m telling a brat like you.” He growled, flipping his phone over again.

“You’ve been off all week!” She exclaimed, leaning towards him. “Somethings happened to you.”

“If i tells you a little, will you shut up?”

“Mhm mhm!”

“Ughhhhh fine. I had a fight with someone close to me. I... I really hurt them. I know it. I haven’t spoken to them in a week.”

“So... Dabi has a soft spot?”

“That’s not the point of this. Also say that again and I’ll kill you.”

“Oookay then. You should just call them. Say something to them and apologize.” She offered with a shrug.

Dabi sighed, pressing his face into his hands.

“They don’t want to talk to me. Trust me on that.”

“Welp- that’s just my advice. Cent for my thoughts kind of thing except you didn’t pay me. You owe me a penny.”

Toga shrugged, hopping off the chair and leaving the room.

“Don’t owe you shit.” Dabi grumbled, glowering down at his phone again. He pulled up your contact, staring at the picture he’d set for you.

You had a bright smile, emoji hearts decorating your cheeks. It was from your first ‘date.’ When you’d hung out at your place after he broke in looking for shelter and food.

You’d taken care of him, let his spend the night, and even offered to let him stay whenever he needed to.

You were an Angel on earth.

And he’d burnt you.

Called you dirty.

And selfish.

You were anything but.

Ring

“Why the hell are you calling me?”

“I-“

“Dabi. Why are you calling me? You hate me, don’t you?”

“I don’t hate you...”

“Jeez, coulda fooled me.”

“Baby...”

“Don’t call me that.”

“I- I didn’t mean it.” He choked out. “Everything I said, I didn’t mean it. And I-“

“I really don’t care. The doctors said my arms would scar. I’m burnt and scarred like you. Are you happy? Is that what you wanted to achieve? Make me like you so that no one would want me? So that only you could have me?”

Yes

“No! I never wanted to hurt you, ba- Y/n please,”

“Please what? Please what, Dabi? What do you want from me? Huh? You want me to cradle you and say is all going to be okay? You want me to kiss your scars and tell you you’re beautiful? You want me to suck your dick and tell you I love you? After everything you’ve put me through?”

“I-“

“It’s not just you burning me. You’ve left me for days without contact, and then showed up like nothing’s happened! You’ve hit me and then groveled and cried for my mercy! You’ve made me do so much shit for you in bed that I never wanted to do! Our entire relationship, I was scared you’d get sick of me and kill me!”

“You really thought that?”

“Well guess what motherfucker? You can’t come after me! I’ve told the police what happened. Everything between us. They’re helping me move across the country. You’ll never see me again. Happy?”

“No. No no I’m not happy why would I be happy? You made me happy, when I didn’t even know what the word meant, you don’t have to go through with this, please don’t go through with this!”

“Don’t flatter me. I never made you happy. Nothing could make you happy except watching the world burn. I don’t make you happy, Dabi-“

“Yes you do!”

“Just shut up. I’m going to hang up. If I’m being honest... I’ll miss you. You made me happy. But with so much anger and fear surrounding you, it’s hard to even remember the last time we were happy together.”

“I’m... I’m sorry.”

“I know.”

Beep

You were gone.

Shouto Todoroki

If you thought Shouto was quiet before, you should see him now, wait, you were seeing him now, in class, eyes boring into your spine.

You still had a large bandage on your face, being hit in the face with plus added fire power is bound to leave a mark that lasts for over three days.

Did I mention it had been three days now?

It’s very hard to ignore Shouto, seeing as you were in the same class and lived in the same dorms.

Plus everyone in class wanted to know what happened between the two of you, why Shouto seemed so down, why you had the bandage on your face, and if it was all connected.

You’d only told one person what had gone down between the two of you, and that was Bakugou.

Which maybe was a mistake, because he took to trying to fight Todoroki every time he saw him, and repeatedly told you that he ‘fuckin knew that icy-hot bastard was a good-for-nothing bag of of poorly packaged horse shit.’

You appreciated his comfort, but it hurt you every time he said something about Todoroki.

“I don’t get why you’re defending the scumbag. His hand hasn’t even healed off your face yet!”

You and Bakugou were heading to the dorms after class, and he had gone on his usual tangent about how Todoroki did this, Todoroki did that, Todoroki was an asshole, etc etc.

“I mean... he’s technically still my boyfriend. And he’s been nothing but kind to me up until this point. He just... he was stressed, and I was being a bother. I’m sure the injury will fade at some point, then he’ll talk to me again and we can get back to normal.” you shrugged, rubbing at the back of your neck. “We’ll be fine.”

“You know what you are? A pushover.” Bakugou glared at you.

“Wha- I am not! Where did you get that idea?”

“Oh I don’t know, maybe from the fact that You forget to check in with how you feel and keep thinking only about that Half n Half bastard! ‘Oh, he must be so upset with himself!’ Fuck that! How do you feel?”

You kept your eyes on the ground, speeding up. Bakugou grabbed your sleeve, tugging you backwards. His hands found your shoulders, thumbs rubbing soft circles. Your breath hitched, did Shouto ever do this for you?

Not that you could remember.

“I feel... nervous.” you admitted. “I’m nervous that he meant what he said to me. That I’m nothing but a bother to him. I’m nervous that he’ll never come and talk to me, never apologize. I’m worried that if he does talk to me, he’ll think it was my fault. It wasn’t was it?”

You looked up at Bakugou warily, and squeaked when he tightened his grip on your shoulders.

“The fuck? Of course it’s not! Idiot.” he poked your forehead, and you couldn’t help but giggle a little. “Keep talking.”

“Um... I’m...” you took a deep breath. “I’m angry. I’m angry that he hasn’t talked to me. I’m angry about what he said. I’m angry that he even hit me to begin with. If we were training, of course it’d be different, but we weren’t training. And he hurt me. And now I’m doubting everything between us.”

Bakugou was silent, Cardinal eyes met yours. The tension was thick enough to cut with a knife, and for a moment, you feared Bakugou would try to blow your ass up for being a pathetic little weakling.

I mean... compared to people like Todoroki and Bakugou, you were right?

Bakugou took a step forward, pulling you into his arms. You held your breath, wondering if he was going to finally snap and kill you.

But... it felt nice.

You lifted your arms, wrapping them around his body and tugging him a little closer. You buried your face into his uniform shirt, body shaking a little as you cried.

You almost wanted to scream, but then the school would panic.

So you just cried, sobbing into his arms and letting him hold you. His embrace was war and comforting, nothing like you’d felt from your so-called boyfriend.

Maybe he was right, maybe you really shouldn’t try to think about him.

You did deserve better.

You sniffled, pulling off Bakugou with a soft smile.

“Thanks, Bakugou. I really needed that. And you’re right.”

“What was that second thing?”

“You’re right.”

“Hmmm?” Bakugou cupped a hand around his ear, feigning deafness.

“Oh my goodness- I said you’re right!”

“That’s it.” he patted you on the shoulder, proud smirk traced across his features. You chuckled. “Now you’re going to tell that to Mr. Daddy Issues and get the fuck over him.”

“Alright, but you’re coming with me!” he nodded, keeping his hand on your shoulder as you returned to the dorms, heading to his dorm.

You paused just outside his door, knocking lightly. Bakugou was a few feet behind you, out of the way, but close enough to step in if something were to happen.

The door swung open slowly, revealing a bored-looking Todoroki. WHen his eyes landed on you, he jumped a little, taking a step back. His hand tightened around the doorknob, his other hand gripping his pants

“Y-Y/n-“ he stuttered, eyes flickering between you and Bakugou. “I-“

“We need to talk.”

“Listen I- I’m sorry!” He exclaimed.

“Todoroki, I don’t think you get it. ‘Sorry’ doesn’t cut it. You might have scarred me, so your one mistake might stay with me my whole life!”

“I know.” His head drooped, and his grip on his pants loosened. “I know. I’m- I’m just like him.”

“Him?”

“I promised I was nothing like him but here we fucking are!”

“Shoto what are you talking about?”

“I’m the worst kind of person!”

“No!”

Shouto looked up, eyes brimming with tears. You took a few steps forward, taking his face into your hands.

“I’m sorry.” You whispered “it was an accident, and you didn’t mean it. Please don’t talk about yourself like that.”

Bakugou grabbed you, yanking you away from him

“Uh, what the fuck? You came here to sever ties with him, not fucking comfort him!”

“Look at him, Bakugou. He needs me.”

“Y/n-“

“Trust me.” You smiled at Bakugou, pushing him away from you slowly before turning back to Shouto. You took the boy into your arms, rocking back and forth with him.

You ignored the heavy feeling in your chest, and the screams your brain slew ar you to get off of him, get away from him, and let Bakugou protect you.

You ignored logic, emotion, and all better judgement.

For this boy who’d hit you.

But Bakugou would end up being right, he was smart.

You’ll see.

Katsuki Bakugou/ Dynamight

Shit wrong Pomeranian

That’s better

Katsuki stood outside Recovery Girl’s room, waiting for Kirishima to come out and tell him what was going on.

He was chewing on his nails, foot tapping against the ground as he stared at the door. He could hear people moving around and talking inside.

He couldn’t get the sound of your screaming out of his head, the large dark patch that formed on your skin around your face, the way you just... fell.

The door slid open, and Bakugou stared forward and Kirishima stepped out, smiling and thanking Recovery Girl.

Bakugou was on his feet in an instant, grabbing Kirishima’s arm.

“How are they? Do they hate me? Can I see them?” He rambled, Kirishima gently pushing Bakugou off him.

“Uh, they’re fine for the most part, they haven’t said anything about you at all, and ask Recovery Girl.” He said, backing off down the hall as Bakugou stared helplessly after him.

“You uh- you might want to apologize. They are really upset.” Kirishima told him, quickly running off down the hall. Bakugou faced towards the room, stepping inside.

A cyan curtain blocked him from seeing you, and he heard shuffling behind it. It slid open, Recovery Girl stepping out. She looked up and saw Bakugou.

She wacked his leg with her needle/cane, and he yelped, stumbling backwards.

“You have no shame!” she snapped. “With what you did to them, you should be cowering outside right now!”

“Shhh!” Bakugou pressed up against the wall. “Do you want them to know I’m here?”

“Are you that clueless?” she grumbled, pulling herself up into her chair. “They’ve gone temporarily deaf.” Bakugou froze, glancing back at the curtain.

He’d blown up your eardrums.

He felt Recovery Girl press something into his hands, and he glanced down.

It was a small whiteboard, with a pen and washcloth.

This was how he’d have to talk to you.

On a fucking whiteboard.

RG pulled the curtains aside, revealing you.

You were laying in the bed, half your face wrapped up in bandages, hands resting on your lap.

“Y/n...” he murmured. You remained still, staring out the window. Bakugou cleared his throat, and you still didn’t react.

“They can’t hear you, remember?” RG shook her head, waddling over to the other side of your bed, pointing at Bakugou. He watched your face slowly turn, before his eyes shot away from you, staring at the ground.

He heard you swallow, and you let out a soft whimper.

Were you scared of him?

Bakugou lifted the whiteboard, quickly scribbling some kanji on it

ごめんなさい (Translation: I am sorry)

You reached forward, taking the whiteboard from him and erasing his words, putting your own down instead.

分かってる。(Translation: I know)

Bakugou pursed his lips, fidgeting with his shirt before he watched you put more writing down

どうして？(Translation: Why?)

Bakugou reached out, taking the whiteboard back, quickly putting down his excuse explanation

私は弱いと感じました。じゃあ霧島を助けてくれたんだ。うらやましくなってきた (Translation: I felt weak. Then you helped Kirishima. I got Jealous)

お許しください (Translation: Please forgive me.)

He handed you the whiteboard back, tapping his foot against the ground. You passed it back to him, and he hurridly read your response.

私はそれについて考えます (Translation: I’ll think about it.)

He had a chance. His eyes finally lifted off the whiteboard, landing on you.

The visible part of your face looked exactly the same, although there was a large bandage on your ear. Your eye looked sad, fearful, and nervous. You had a shaky smile on your face, trying to make him feel better.

You were always thinking about him.

それは再び起こらないだろう (Translation: It won’t happen again)

You sighed, smile falling.

本気？(Translation: Are you sure?)

Bakugou felt his heart drop into his stomach.

Well of fucking course you didn’t trust him, look what he’d done to you!

おっしゃる通りです。. もうお前を放っておいてやるさようなら、y/n。(Translation: You are right. I will leave you alone now. Goodbye, y/n.)

He stood up, leaving the whiteboard on your bed. He headed towards the door, with his hands stuffed into his pockets. He ignored the soft cry of your voice, surprised he was leaving.

He ignored the way you managed to choke out his name in a warbly, unsure voice.

He slid the door shut behind him, slumping against it and sliding down until he sat on the cold ground. He buried his face into his arms, finally allowing himself to cry.

He wasn’t going to try and talk to you, he resolved. He wasn’t going to bother you or scare you.

He’d keep you safe by refusing to talk to him.

He’d let the author end the fanfiction right then and there.

The door slid open behind him, and he flopped backwards, staring up at your face. You were holding the whiteboard.

オマンコにならないでください。事故だったのは分かってる頑張って俺を捕まえるのか諦めるのか? どんなヒーローがあきらめるだろうか？

(Translation: Don't be a pussy. I know it was an accident. Are you going to work hard and get me or give up? What kind of hero would just give up?)

A smirk slowly spread across his face. Yeah, he’d work hard. He’d never scare you or hurt you again. He’d do better.

He’d be the best boyfriend.

And he’d accept your help to stand up next to you.

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After fic note: ohmygod I’m finally finished. This took fucking forever. You loved part one so much, I had to make sure part two was perfect.

Some of these ended in heartbreak

Another ended in a questionable descision

The last ended happily

All of them are different!

I hope you get my references, and appreciate the Japanese Kanji I put in Bakugou’s part (if any of it is inaccurate, please let me know so I can try my best to fix it. I don’t speak or write Japanese, I used this translator to get what I needed).

I worked hard on this, so if y’all could tell me what you like and dislike about this so I can improve my writing, that would be lovely. Don’t be afraid to pop a comment or pop into my ask box, I do my best to respond to every comment and ask, so don’t worry about being ignored.

I love all of you, and I’m so glad to be able to write for you.

Thanks for all of your support, I promise I’ll work hard on all of my drafts to make sure you get entertainment constantly!

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