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starboy. ☆ part one: i’m a motherfuckin’ starboy

NOTE: mentions of alcohol, strippers, vulgar language.

WORD COUNT: 3646

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The Neon Lane was crowded with blinding lights when you entered with your two best friends. The music drowned out the screams and stomps of the people who jumped and ground their bodies against each other, the sultry laughs and lewd moans of men and women alike sounded from the booths, and the flexible and flashy strippers posed themselves on the stage, exposing skin, earning money from each dance and each pose that would make a person’s arousal run like adrenaline. To be honest, this wasn’t your typical Friday night; your nights would mostly be chilling by the couch of your shared apartment with Hyunjin, watching multiple seasons of any series on Netflix and crying your eyes out when each series ended. It’s become a routine for you, and it was exactly that reason why your roommate and your best friend brought you to this club--a strip club at that.

“Guys,” you stopped short at the entrance after the bouncer let you three in, “I don’t think clubbing is such a good idea for me. I feel like my clothes are too tight.” You grabbed at the hem of your burgundy satin wrap dress, pulling it down to where it reaches your knees, and Hyunjin really had the audacity to glance at the cleavage that exposed itself through the low-v neck of your dress. “Too tight, or too low.” He rolled his eyes and hooked his fingers on your straps, tugging the fabric back up to secure your chest. “Besides, Netflix and crying is all you ever do. Loosen up! Have fun. If you need anything, Jisung and I are just around the corner. Isn’t that right, Ji?”

“You betcha.” Your best friend, Jisung, gave you a supportive wink as he felt his palm through his slicked back blonde hair. Taking a good look at the both of them, you began to realize how good they made themselves look for this occasion. May it be through the countless visits that they’ve gone through in this strip club (Jisung even put in a good word for the bouncer. Just how many times have they been here?), but it was tonight that made them look even more regal, more alluring. Hyunjin had worn your makeup, smokey eyeshadow brushed on the lids of his eyes to accentuate his sharp eyes, highlighter to bring out the shine of his cheeks, and glossed lips that shone underneath the spotlights. You were sure enough that he was getting laid tonight with that hair slicked back and those lips looking like cherries, ready to be bitten and chewed.

You never knew if you looked good. It is your first time in a wild place such as this, so you wondered if your bronze makeup apparel made you stick out. You got some comfort from Hyunjin earlier, telling you that you were the most stunning roommate he’s ever seen, but you retorted him back with a, “I am your only roommate, dumbass.” At least he made you feel good, though, and it worked. Needless to say, there was no turning back now.

“Alright, ladies and Hyunjin,” Hyunjin rolled his eyes at Jisung’s comment, “Get loose, have fun, and party the night away. Which lucky baby is having me tonight?” He strolled around the place, checking out women and men alike, until his eye caught a man adorned in a loose silk red button-down with a matching choker and glimmering earrings passing by him with a whiff of perfume overcoming Jisung’s nostrils. Surely, Jisung never forgot the golden tear that was painted on his cheek, and turned back, calling his attention, “Guess I’ve found mine faster than I thought.”

You stared in worry as the man with the golden tear stopped on his tracks and faced Jisung, and you didn’t fail to notice the way Jisung’s breath hitched at the way the man looked him up and down, his cat-like eyes boring into his before his lips stretched into a smirk, nudging Jisung over to the booth. Pleased, Jisung looked at the both of you, and patted you on the back. “Catch you tomorrow, [First Name]. I feel like I’ll end up on his bed tonight.”

“And you’ll be catching a woman in mine.” Hyunjin whistled at one of the party girls, eyefucking her by the back of her backless cocktail dress. Your eyes widened at what your roommate had just said, and grabbed him by the arm as soon as you found him straying further than you.“What? We sleep in the same room!”

“I know that.” Hyunjin replied, his eyes still transfixed on the woman. “Do me favor, [First Name], and get laid.”

“Excuse me?! I didn’t sign up for this!” You exclaimed, grasping Hyunjin’s chin to veer his attention to yours. “You were the one who brought me here. You said you’d be by my side! What the hell ever happened to, ‘If you ever need us, Jisung and I are just around the corner’?”

Hyunjin fell into a deep sigh and took your hand off his chin, staring at you intently. “Yeah, just around the corner fucking people. Besides, you were also the one who said that you needed a break from the ending of The Witcher, so Jisung and I brought you here to have a good time. Now,” he patted your cheeks, and flashed you a cheeky smile, “be a good girl for Hyunnie, and loosen the hell up. Drink a couple of tequila, grind on the dance floor, stuff dollars on strippers’ g-strings. Make tonight your night, [First Name].”

With that, your roommate took off, leaving you completely lost at the end of the staircase. The music began to drown the entire space the moment you were left on your own, and the crowd seemed to double in your vision. Your heart raced as you took baby steps towards the crowd, searching for something to do, something to get your mind off this shriveling anxiety building up at the pit of your stomach. This club really wasn’t your style. You wished that you had never agreed to this, and continued ranting to your friends about how that ending of The Witcher blew your mind away. You wished that Hyunjin and Jisung had never brought you to this skanky and loud place, and brought you to some 24-hour fast food chain instead. Forgive them for being single and horny, but that was their fault, not yours.

You were just steps away from the entrance and staggering into the bar when a hand suddenly slid to grasp your waist. Panic swelled up on your chest as your lungs constricted with alcohol-laden oxygen from the slurred man hanging himself over to your side, cheeks flushed and breath hot with beer. “Hey, beautiful.” He hummed, leaning closer to you. “I seem to have lost my tongue. Can I have yours in my mouth instead?”

Your nose scrunched up at the overpowering smell of beer coming out of his own mouth, and your heart thumped harder on your chest the moment you felt his terribly hot breath fanning your neck. You wanted to scream, scream out for anybody just to get this man off you. His grasp on your waist was strong, and if you even tried to make a move, he might have his hands elsewhere on your body that you really didn’t want to feel. You stumbled on your own words, and settled for a shy grin instead whilst trying to pry his fingers off you. “I’m sorry, sir, you must have the wrong girl.”

The drunken man took you up in down before cackling at your face. “Please, I think I’ve got the right one. Why don’t we move this little conversation over to the booth.” Then, he lowered his eyes to your chest, before looking up at you with lust-filled eyes. “I’d love to know what’s underneath this dress, baby.”

Before you could deny his perverted claims, the lights suddenly shun on your peripheral, catching your attention from the drunk man to the stage. Your eyes widened in curiosity as a man suddenly appeared in front of the stage, suddenly drawing every woman’s attention to him in a crazed manner. They all crowded towards him, reaching out towards him with bucks flailing on their hands even though the man hasn’t performed yet. “Ladies and gentlemen,” the host announced, loud and clear on your ears, “the man of the hour, Starboy!”

The lights dimmed, and the lights turned red and white upon the spotlight shining across the man’s face. He was posed on the center of the stage, eyes closed and one knee propped up as part of his starting pose. He looked absolutely alluring in that loose, black and gold-striped button-down and black leather pants, and his hair was curled to the side, sweeping all the way so that his forehead was showing. He was flushed with makeup from the lushed, peach lips to the familiar golden tear on his cheek, and the wind that blew behind him made him stand out more, made him look ten times more captivating to you.

Then, he opened his eyes, and before you knew it, your hands were off the last man who hit on you, and your body found its way to the tethering crowd, all thirsting and growling for more of his performance. You never minded the bumps on your shoulder or the push and shove of your body from the countless screams and jumps, but as you found yourself to the center of the crowd, your vision hyper-focused on the man named ‘Starboy’ and him only.

His performance was every bit ethereal as it could get; a perfect outline of his abs flashed like pale porcelain on the spotlight, the curve of his hips as he ground down to the sensual, slow beat of the music, the tease of his fingers on the buttons, loosening each button until his top was discarded on the floor. You found women screaming even louder and stuffing dollars into his leather pants, while Starboy flashed them charming grins with dimples that could kill. You realized that you were standing at the front of the stage when you found him standing in front of you, panting, topless, and irresistible. “Well?” He husked, grin smug. “Is that dollar for show, honey, or are you going to give it to me?”

You never got what he was referring to until you found yourself holding a dollar on your very hands. You must’ve unconsciously got it out of your purse as you were watching him, and at that thought, your mind went on a momentary overdrive before hesitantly stuffing the dollar on the side of his hip. You released a breath you never knew you held when Starboy sent you his thanks, and occupied himself with the rest of the crowd, and it was as of this night that you couldn’t forget what you had just done. Could you believe that once upon a time in your life, as you watched those strip club scenes, you told yourself that you’d never do such a thing like that? Yet, here you were, sending off money to the man who made you feel terrible, but surprisingly aroused. His performance was surely one of a kind, and it didn’t help one bit that after the performance, as you sat on that bar, drowning yourself with vodka, that his husky, panting voice echoed on your ear, haunting you for good.

It was nearing 11 in the evening that night when you downed your fourth vodka-infused cooler, and that’s when the alcohol started hitting you in the head, making you a little dizzy. You tried your very best to forget what you did back there, but Starboy’s very own appearance just stuck to you like a vivid memory that could never be forgotten. Thankfully enough, you were in a foul enough mood to have any other guy piss off, and you were glad that none of them were trying anything on you, not until a man suddenly came up to the bar beside you, and heeded the bartender. “Aye Lixie, some Smirnoff for me and a water for the lady over here, thanks.”

Your eyebrows furrowed at the familiarity of his voice, but your irritability got to the best of you as you snapped at the man. “I didn’t ask for water, dumbass, knock it off.” The moment you turned to give him a piece of his mind, your words ran dry on your throat when you saw the man at the center of your thoughts in full flesh, looking back at you with that same smug look he gave you earlier. He was back to his black and gold striped button-down, but the golden tear was still painted on his right cheek, glimmering against the neon lights flashing against his face. Your eyes immediately widened at what you had just told him, and turned your gaze to your half-finished cooler, suddenly embarrassed. “Oh...I’m sorry I said that…”

“It’s no problem.” Starboy chuckled, and thanked the bartender for giving him his Smirnoff. You thanked him too for giving you some water, but you still drew your finger on the rim of your cooler, embarrassed enough to even look up at him. “So, I take it that you’re a newbie here. You came alone?”

You shook your head at that, and forced yourself to look up at him. “My friend and my roommate brought me here. My roommate’s over there, eating that girl’s face,” you gestured him towards the booth where you both found Hyunjin clashing tongues with the women he hit on earlier, “and my friend’s probably somewhere else with some dude with the red silk top.”

Starboy’s head perked up at that, and smiled gently. “Ah, you must be talking about Jewel then.” He chuckled when you raised a brow at him, as if wondering how he knew the man you were referring to. “He’s one of my best friends. We only had each other here when this club first started, well, him and Felix over there.” He nudged his head to the bartender, Felix, who was busy shaking up a margarita. “His name isn’t actually Jewel.” Starboy carried on once he knew you were listening. “His name’s Minho.” He took an ample sip from his Smirnoff, and looked at you, smiling oddly tender. “It’s thanks to them that I finally have a job here. If it weren’t for them, I…”

You looked up from your cooler, and found Starboy stirring at his own bottle, as if deep in thought. You wanted to pry further on how he managed to land a job at a place like this, but instead, you focused your eyes onto the golden tear on his cheek. “What’s that mean? The tear on your cheek.”

Starboy was confused for a moment before he brought his fingertips to the base of his cheek, patting the glittered gold spread on it. “Ah, this? This is the mark of a stripper. All strippers who work here need to have this mark. It’s to distinguish between the strippers and performers. Performers have blue tears and only get to be on stage. Strippers have golden ones and have the whole booth to themselves.”

“Then,” you prompted, eyes still fixed on the golden tear on his cheek, pondering on his performance earlier, “why do you wear it as gold?”

The smile that spread on Starboy’s lips was enough to have women on their knees before him, enough to have you on your knees as well. However, as he leaned closer just enough for you to hear him through the droning crowd, you found yourself staying in place this time prior to when you first had to pull back from a man. “I’m a special case, darling.” That was all he said, and gave you a flirtatious wink before setting off, leaving you alone on the bar, processing what he just said.

“Wait!” You shouted afterwards, and Starboy stopped on his tracks before turning back to you. “I didn’t get your name, Starboy.”

If a smile could light up an entire room like starlight, then Starboy’s smile would’ve lit the entire club by the flash of his own. He was taking small steps towards you, as if pondering whether or not he should give his actual name to a complete stranger. You understood if he didn’t. After all, you both barely knew each other, and who’s to say that the both of you would meet again? It was most unlikely for you, considering that you vowed to never enter a strip club again even if Jisung or Hyunjin told you to. However, his eyes widened as he looked above your shoulder, and you could see impending fear building up on his eyes as he suddenly stepped backwards, ready to flee. “What’s wrong?” You asked him worriedly.

“Fuck. Jisung.” Starboy muttered under his breath, but loud enough for you to hear. You turned around to see who he was referring to, until shockingly enough, you found your best friend walking towards the bar with the most lovestruck expression on his face, probably reaching out to you. “Why is he here? He’s not supposed to be--” You whipped your head back to Starboy, but he was nowhere to be found. You were left with utter confusion and slight disappointment. How did Starboy know Jisung? Were they related? Did Jisung set some history between him and Starboy to make him disappear like that? You glanced over to the discarded Smirnoff resting atop the polished black tiles, leaving wet circles on the concrete from the water that dripped down from the half-full bottle, and sighed upon your own, wondering where he had gone off to.

“[FIRST NAME]!” Jisung’s obnoxiously loud and cheery voice almost destroyed your eardrums as usual, only this time it was worse because you were in a club. He slung his arm over your shoulder and giggled onto your shoulder, acting like a complete drunk fool in love. “God, I just had the most AMAZING striptease ever!” He squeaked the word “amazing” in your ear, and you flinched upon the frequency it brought upon your beloved eardrums. “Man, that Jewel guy is flexible as hell! His upper body’s alright, it’s lean and good enough for me, but Lord help me, the thighs, [First Name]! He was grinding on my fucking cock and I could’ve sworn his thighs felt like Heaven. Oh,” he sobbed onto you, clinging on you for dear life, “I wanna fuck him, [First Name]! Please!”

“I’m not some damn whorehouse owner, and Jewel isn’t a prostitute!” You slapped his hands off your waist, bothered by the heat he was radiating off to you. “What the hell happened to him anyway? I thought you said that you’d end up in his bed tonight?”

“Oh, I will.” Jisung wriggled his eyebrows at you and slammed a piece of paper with his number on it. “Not only that, I got his number. You know what this means, right? You know what this fucking means?!” He slapped the piece of paper onto your chest, and you sighed exasperatedly at him, snatching his wrist to stop. “Your commitment level has risen up to Level 2?”

Jisung batted his eyelashes at this before scoffing and whacking you on the forehead. “No, dumbass, he’s gonna want to see me more! No stripper has ever given me their number before, not until Jewel!” He looked over to where Jewel sat, giving his next customer his undivided attention as his customer talked about money and most probably wages. He looked exceptionally bored as he watched him speak, but when he spared Jisung a glance, the stripper twinkled him with a wink and a smirk before going back to his customer, leaving Jisung to fawn and lean himself closer to you. “Aw, I think I’ve hit the jackpot! Don’t you think, [First Name]--[First Name], where are you going?!”

“Out.” You responded back, your throat hoarse from impending disappointment and the after effects of the alcohol scorching at the sides. It was a complete understatement for you to feel at least slightly outraged; the man who had literally saved your life with his captivating performance revealed himself to you, but your best friend just had to swoop in and fend him off. Your thoughts clouded with that last bit, that split second when Starboy uttered Jisung’s name and disappeared into the crowd and out of your life. The frightened look he gave when Jisung approached you was clearly something out of the ordinary, and it left you to wonder how the two knew each other. However, those thoughts were quickly diminished by the want to leave the club this very instant, and snatched your wrist away from Jisung’s grasp on it. “I can’t stay here any longer. I’m sorry, Ji.”

Without giving him any space to respond, you quickly made your way out of the dancefloor and up the stairs towards the entrance. You dimly dismissed Jisung’s “See you at your birthday party!” as you skimmed through the crowd, and finally made your way out of the club, wanting no more than to finally settle in the comfort of your own apartment with a certain man running at the center of your thoughts.

You didn’t even notice the man himself watching you exit the strip club, and neither did you need to know that you have been in the center of his own thoughts the moment he captivated you in the middle of his performance. Without a word, he flickered his gaze from the staircase back to the dancefloor and decided to heed for an early leave, his excuse being that he was merely exhausted when the truth was that he couldn’t focus on anything else but you on his mind.

#m.list: starboy #stray kids scenarios #stray kids smut #stray kids #skz #bang chan smut #bang chan #pav.writes #3k words yes hope this satisfies yall for now #you can try listening to slowed down songs to help get a better feel ahaaa

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bokunoheroacafiction · 4 years

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Aizawa x Reader - “Fiance, I Guess”

summary: The reader’s ex, Hawks, will be at the Heroes Gala -- the party Aizawa and reader is attending. In an effort to get him off her case, Aizawa poses as the reader’s fiance. (it is assumed that Hawks, Aizawa, & the Reader are the same age. I’m defying canon.)

word count: 1,799

pairing in this story: Aizawa x Fem!Reader, ex-Hawks

warnings: fluff. lots of it.

The Heroes Gala. A night that happens at least once a year where all the top heroes throw their money at a disaster relief cause or something. You have never been one for events like this, but your attendance was desired, as you are now a part of the top 50 heroes in Japan. You also never wanted to be one of the top 50 heroes -- you were never flashy, but you did your job and people noticed. So, you made the effort to put on the nicest dress you owned, and make it to this party.

You walked down the staircase to the ballroom, filled with Japan’s most notable heroes, your dress hugging your figure. Once you made your way through the crowd, you b-lined to the bar. You were not ready to stay here all night, and surely you were not planning to stay sober through the entire thing. You begin to sip on your drink when you see a certain yellow sleeping bag against the counter.

“...Aizawa?” you mutter, squinting at the tuft of black hair left out of the cocoon. You hear a groan, and see the zipper slide down as the man you knew very well peeked out.

“Y/N? Since when did you come to these things?” He said groggily, his voice raspy from being woken up so abruptly.

“Since I became the number 38 hero, Shota.” You sipped your drink again, smiling at your old friend from UA. “Surprised you still know my name, since you haven’t talked to me in months.”

“Y/N,” he sighs, “You know I’ve just been busy with students. I couldn’t ignore you if I wanted to.” His hand reaches out towards the bartender, silently requesting for the same drink as me.

“And why is that?”

“Because you’re my friend.” The word friend hits you in a weird way. Why do you feel a tight knot in your stomach? The two of you have been friends since UA, there’s no way that you--

The sound of wings closing cuts off your train of thought. I forgot he was going to be here, you thought as you turned around to find Hawks, your ex-boyfriend, entering the room.

“Shit shit shit shit shit,” you whisper to yourself. You can see Aizawa shift in his seat, angered at Hawks. Last time the two of you saw each other, Hawks had cheated on you with a civilian -- thus ending your very public relationship of two years. You never liked the public, but Hawks basked in it, knowing that one day he would be in this very position -- Number 2 Hero. It’s been 3 years since then, you have stayed out of the public eye for as long as possible. Well, until now.

Hawks makes eye contact with you, his eyebrows perking up from across the room. Aizawa can see how uncomfortable you were with all this -- he was there for you when Hawks announced publicly what happened, and made sure you were okay in the grieving process of it all. Hawks was your first love, after all -- for a reason that you don’t even remember why -- and it struck you hard when you ended up alone. Aizawa was there for you, so when he grabs your hand, you feel safer than you did seconds ago.

“Follow my lead,” he says in a whisper. His lead? You think to yourself, wondering where this could go, letting him pull you out of your seat and wrap his arm around your waist.

“Y/N!” Hawks says, sauntering over in your direction. You never liked how cocky he was, especially now in this attire. He acted like he was on top of the world, and was the world, and the sun… but you didn’t let that get under your skin as Aizawa’s fingertips pressed into your waist. “You look great, baby! Maybe we can go for one more round before the night is through, you know, spice up some tabloids.”

“Very funny, Keigo.” Aizawa retorts, pulling you closer to him. Out of instinct, you lean into his embrace,putting your hand on his chest. What is he doing?

Hawks looks at the two of you and laughs. “Y/N? With Aizawa? What a hoot! C’mon, babe, this can’t be for real.”

You shoot a look at Aizawa, who seems to have a fun smirk on his face. Confused, you turn back towards Hawks. “Yes. It’s real.” you say confidently.

Aizawa chuckles, looking at Hawks with that scary look that he makes. “Better yet,” he starts, “We’re engaged.”

Hawks’ mouth falls agape, causing him to stutter over his words. You begin to think Aizawa’s plan really had come through -- he was the closest person to you, and Hawks knew that when you were together. The plan was nearly fool-proof until he asked the burning question:

“Oh yeah? Then where’s the ring?”

Aizawa blankly stared at him. He didn’t know how to answer this. In your quick thinking, you rush to say,

“Aizawa and I are not public people. A hero with a ring on is bound to cause speculation. My dear Shota would be very uncomfortable with that information leaving his circle. Right, Shota?”

He looks down at you and smiles, kissing your head in the process. “You’re right, Y/N. We were never the type to use relationships to exploit ourselves.” He gives Hawks his cold, red-eyed stare, striking him to his very core. He pulls you in one more time, causing your chest to be flush with his. “Now I suggest you leave us alone. We have some enjoying ourselves to do.” And with that, the two of you made your way to the opposite side of the room to a table in the back corner not claimed by anyone else.

Once you both sit down, you sigh happily at him. “Who knew you could save my ass and look so hot while doing it, Shota? That was a real covert operation you had going there.”

You turned to look at him, and you could tell his face was flushed with a shade of deep pink. He kept looking at his hands, almost in disbelief.

“Uhhh… Aizawa?”

He perks up, looking back at you. “Yes?” his gravelly voice now quivered ever so slightly.

“Are you okay? You look like you just shook hands with the Queen or something.”

He quickly realizes his face is blushing, and he’s acting like he did at UA again. A shy, quiet boy who was afraid to go up to you first. Your quirk was so cool to him, yet he didn’t have the guts to say it until Mic accidentally screamed it during English class. After that, the three of you were thick as thieves; and even though he knew you very well, there were certain times where he would just clam up in front of you. But what was going on that made him act this way?

“Yeah, I just, um…” he looks around the room, hoping to find solace in PresentMic, who is nowhere near here yet. “Can I be honest with you”

You nod your head, crinkling your brow in intrigue.

“I hate how Hawks treated you.”

“Oh, I--”

“And it wasn’t because he was cocky, or a brat, or any of those things. It was because he went out of his way to hurt you by sleeping with someone else. The fact that he couldn’t see he had a good person in front of him and just blindly hurt her makes me wonder about his morals as a hero.” You sat there, eyeing up the hand that he left resting on the table. After a moment, you place your hand on top of his, prompting him to then turn his around and grab yours.

“And I sat with you, day after day, hoping that one day you would realize that he was never enough for you. We basically lived together, seeing each other every day for the entirety of the time we weren’t working. Cooking together, cleaning together, petting my cat together. It took awhile for you to be yourself again. But then you finally saw in yourself what I did. And you put your all into being a hero. I was proud.” His lips curled into a half smile, accentuating the scar on his cheek. Your heart was suddenly aching for him, hoping that he would say the words you’ve always wanted him to say.

“I never wanted to push you into anything,” he says, not making eye contact with you. “So I just waited for the perfect moment. That moment never came.”

“The moment to what?” You said, concerned with his sudden emotional outburst.

“The moment to tell you that I…” he sighed, finally lifting his eyes back up to you. “Y/N, I love you. I always have, and I always will.”

He stands up quickly, releasing your hand from his. “I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you sooner.” He tries to run off, but you grab his arm before he can make a clean getaway.

“Shota,” you start, pulling him closer to you. You put one hand on his face, gently rubbing your thumb against his cheek. You adored him with his hair pulled back like this; you enjoyed seeing the curvature of his jaw, and looking at his whole face. As you looked around his face to find what he was thinking, your eyes landed on his. His eyes were shimmering with disbelief, and a little bit of hope for what was to come.

You finally leaned in towards him, lips almost touching, and spoke in a soft whisper,

“I love you too.”

Before you knew it, he had wrapped one arm around your waist and one hand in your hair, pulling you in tight as his soft lips moved against yours. The kiss was passionate and slow, both of you craving this moment for years and hoping it would last forever. Once you finally pulled apart, breathing heavy, the two of you smiled as he pressed his forehead against yours.

“So,” he said.

“So?” you replied.

“I guess this means that something is happening.” he says with a small smirk.

Just as you thought you were alone, you can hear the thud of a certain loud mouth’s boots against the floor.

“Hawks told me that you two are ENGAGED?” PresentMic near-yells, pulling everyone’s attention in your direction.

Aizawa looks at him with his red-eyes again, forcing PresentMic to be quirkless for a moment. But, he takes a deep breath; and as his hair falls back into place, he looks toward you with a smile.

“I’m officially your fiance, I guess.”

You kissed him again, this time for a short time, as smiled at him. “I’m not against it.”

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beatcroc · 6 years

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ok so for once i’m gonna ramble about skullgirls in the tag where people might actually care so here we go

one of the first things that’s rightfully praised about skullgirls is how much personality there is in its character animations, but even the old concept sheets are worth a hell of a lot of commentary and carry a pretty impressive amount of insight to those that went unused [and largely overlooked], so i’m gonna have some fun and see how much extrapolation i can do for a few of them. [all images taken from the official skullgirls and/or alex ahad’s tumblr]

first up: feng! feng had a relatively high amount of concepts done so she was fun to look at

feng’s movments are, in a word, fluid, and focus on carrying several distinct strikes through one burst of momentum.

once she begins a motion, she’s always ready to follow up with another or two without needing to to give herself a new start point, but in the same token she can also land and balance at any moment during these movements. any successive points she launches herself from continues from/adds to the momentum of the previous, but it seems she never lets the inertia hit a point she can't instantly recover from or change the angle of the momentum with ease.

a side thing that's pretty neat about feng is she almost always has those darn birds balanced somewhere on her, which means more often than not she has two horizontal and relatively stationary points throughout her movements and idles. there's not anything particularly telling about this, but it does lend itself to a lot of neat poses :b i guess it would imply she’s been preforming with them for quite awhile though...

as an acrobat, feng’s focus is on grace much moreso than power. she's not a fighter by profession, but she certainly knows how to put her skills to use in combat [and will readily do so!] i wouldn't guess she's used to fighting a specific kind of opponent to have adapted to, or really even had much deliberate fight training, but some of her concepts seem to have a bit of traditional martial arts moments thrown in, so her fighting prowess may be self-taught, perhaps to accentuate movements in her performance. i'm not knowledgeable enough to know which style, exactly, but it's very reminiscent of air [rotational movements, ease of directional momentum shift] and firebending[dynamic kicks and stance changes] movements in atla.

now i don’t actually know anything about fighter meta or how to build a solid character, but were she in the game, she’d definitely be one of those characters that does shit for damage, but can combo to hell and back. she’s maneuverable and you’re toast if she gets to you, but she might also be easier to punish and have few options when it comes to ranged attacks.

next up, black dhalia

dhalia is really interesting because her sketches seem to to focus on snapping from one extreme to another

a mysteriously concealed stance to a swift sudden burst, dhalia’s posture is solid but poised; she’s always ready to spring to action and strike in any direction at a moment’s notice, and when she does she has TON of flair in it. black dhalia knows she’s good at what she does, and she knows she looks damn good doing it.

she also seems to have a knack for following up an initial action/hit with something bizarre out of nowhere that requires no further exertion from her than to hold whatever pose she just struck. she doesn’t usually put too much into any one hit; to get the job done she leans more into her ability to produce something damaging from pretty much any angle or stance. not one to be easily cornered or duped.

as an seasoned assassin, i imagine she's used to taking down targets with a great deal of variety in their strengths and weaknesses.[the medici certainly have many enemies and grudges, so those on their hitlist likely fall all over the place in terms of uh... competence]. she’s ready for anything. if given advantage, she waits to assess an opponent;concealed so as to not betray her plans to the target, and then delivers a precise, decisive blow. if ambushed or outnumbered, she looks to keep opponents at bay with her variety of gun...weaponry. dhalia seems most lethal at close range, but she has the tools and stamina to win a ranged game too.

In practice it looks like she'd thrive on unpredictability, plenty of moves that come out from the same pose super quickly, with slightly above-average power. not the fastest in movement or cooldown, but plenty of versatility to compensate.

on the third hand, we have annie, who is is…amusingly straightforward in all her attacks.

annie’s pretty much the polar opposite of feng. she uses huge sweeps, fully exerting herself into singular concentrated strikes that are all about getting as much power as possible behind one motion. there is no stopping this girl’s momentum.

like dhalia, annie has a solid stance--but hers is for sturdiness, not surprise; for bracing and anchoring moves that have a lot of kick to them.

it’s hard to say exactly how much involvement sagan would have in her full spectrum moves, but in these examples whenever she uses him, it’s always a... fairly detached thing? like, when annie attacks, it’s either with the cleaver, or with sagan, and there’s not much overlap or synergy between the types of moves. not that there’s any reason there should be; she utilizes both perfectly well on their own. the cleaver is also interesting because while she can, and often does wield it one-handed, it’s still got enough weight behind it to merit two-handed swings, though she seems to do dual-handed more if there’s some kind of effect along the swing, like in Crescent Cut and North Sword.

as a self-made skullgirl killer, annie’s targets have probably mostly been very durable and very powerful, but not incredibly mobile. to counter them, she looks to end battles as quickly as possible with defense-shattering strikes or blasts, while using her own mobility to stay out of harm’s way. float like a butterfly, hit like a truck i guess.

despite also being an actor, annie has practically no deliberate visual flair to her movements [luckily for her, her sparkliness is part of the attack’s functionality so it doesn’t matter much if she’s actually trying to look cool and flashy, it happens regardless :b]. she has a lot of fights under her belt and takes this whole thing pretty seriously.

In practice I can see her being an agile hard-hitter, but slower to start and end moves than average, with relatively low combo potential. pretty balanced with options in terms of ranged/close combat

lastly, umbrella. she lacks a distinct fighting style so i have less to say about that, but honestly the sheer wildness of her concepts merits bringing her up.

her “stance” and lack of cohesion in attacks are at least indicative of one thing though: it’s clear she’s pretty much just a normal carefree little kid who hasn’t yet gotten any real fighting experience or training.

but even if she doesn't know much about combat, she does know about hungern, and how to utilize its, uh... odd capabilities [even if it’s... not always a very dignified use of them.]

like, i feel like these aren’t things a kid would immediately think a weird umbrella would be capable of doing, let alone pick up on how to do them. she’s had to have done some experimentation with it over the years to find out this kind of stuff. had someone taught her, i’m sure she would know a more skillful way to make hungern do its thing than literally just flopping down on top of it [but hey maybe it’s just fun :b] we know krieg is a renoir heirloom, so it might not be a stretch to say hungern was too, and if so it’s safe to say umbrella’s probably had it as long as she can remember, and she seems to have it with her basically at all times. she does seem to enjoy having and using it, though i’d guess she doesn’t get much opportunity to really ‘unleash’ hungern like this, being sheltered and all.

anyway all that said, i think really the only thing preventing umbrella from being a true force to be reckoned with in-universe is some disciplne. not in the sense that sh’s a bad kid [though she certainly isn’t...exemplar either]; she’s got the willingness to learn and a good bit of know-how, she just need some structure behind it and practice applying what she knows to real situations.

in terms of gameplay...man. i dunno. lotta weird moves, looks like a lot of huge hitboxes that would make her a pain to get to without risk to yourself, though aside from that she’d be average in all ways i guess.

i’m still trying to wrap my head around venus and illeum’s sheets, among others... but there may be a few other posts like this coming ‘cause i love doing this shit; if you wanna see me do a particular [both used or unused!] hmu, i’d be down ;y

#skullgirls #umbrella renoir #annie of the stars #feng #black dhalia #HEY GUYS. WHATS UP. I LOVE DESIGN ANALYSIS #PLEASE TALK TO ME ABOUT SKULLGIRLS #do these guys even like. have real tags #does anyone care about them ;-;#semi popular

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To: @merouses

From: @aleena-san

Alee here with my Secret Santa for merouses!

prompt 1 – luna tending to plants

The air was ripe with the sweet scent of flourishing flowers. Luna could taste the honey of their petals upon her tongue as she swept in a small breath of hot summer air, a breath that delightfully seared at her lungs with heated relish, and promised even warmer days to come. She couldn’t resist the small smile tugging up at her lips at the thought. Sunnier soaked days like this meant even more time in the company of her most favorite friends in the whole wide world!

…That being the flowers. Laugh all you want, but Luna could almost hear their soft chatter carried upon the soulful whisper of a breeze. A cheerful hum sprung to life within her throat, as idle hands began their busy work scuffling through dirt and tending to wrinkles written within the leaves. It had become a routine of hers, one might say; indeed, it wasn’t rare to see the young girl of ringlet locks and gentle blue eyes surrounded in a wreathe of her precious dahlias and daisies. Her fingers worked like magic on soil that was once rough with age. Now, the dirt thrived with life, and the sturdy stems of her friends grew thick and healthy.

“Oh, Scarlet, you look happy today.” Luna’s smile grew even broader as her hands came to gently caress the petals of a blood-soaked rose. This beauty towered above the rest with pure royalty intertwined into its very aura. “Let me guess. Good sleep?” Though it could not utter a reply in return, Luna liked to think that it was nodding its head in gentle affirmation under the sway of the wind. “That’s good. Here! You must be thirsty on such a hot day.”

The watering can breathed life into soil turned crisp by the sun. Already her flowers seemed to perk, their roots digging deeper into what Luna must’ve imagined as now very comfortable moist earth. She didn’t notice the shadow blotting out blue sky until a familiar voice jolted Luna from her reverie.

“Um…Ms. Luna, what are you doing?”

“Quark!”

His head just came to level above her shoulder. Wide, curious eyes reflected the objects of her handiwork. “Gardening…?” Luna couldn’t help flushing with embarrassment at the note of ire held within his voice. Quickly, he glanced shyly away. “I didn’t know you liked tending to these gardens too, Ms. Luna. I mean – not that I come here often or anything.” As if to accentuate that fact, he puffed out his cheeks and blew a whistle of air through tightly pursed lips.

“Oh! You like flowers, too?”

Quark’s cheeks flushed scarlet. “I mean…when I’m bored…or there’s nothing else to do. But if you’re here that’s okay. I’ll go play somewhere else.”

A small part of Luna was almost glad that he might leave. Perhaps the only selfish bone in her body was reserved for this garden – her secret place as one might say – and to share it with anyone else might just dampen the magic in the air. Though perhaps that was merely her anxiety speaking on her behalf. Sometimes, silence was comforting, but it wasn’t always welcome.

Maybe sharing her garden with Quark would fill the air with even more magic then before.

It was sheer instinct that had Luna grasping onto Quark’s hand, just as he was about to trudge on his way.

“No. Don’t go.” She smiled and gestured to a small shovel near her feet. “To be honest it gets a little lonely, out here all by myself. The flowers are nice, but they aren’t exactly the best talkers. So…would you care to join me?”

Quark paused. Luna barely even acknowledged his tiny nod until he plopped himself down by her side. His hands sought out the tiny shovel, and with the vigor of a playful child, he began burrowing a new hole for one of the many plotted plants she had yet to set.

Sun soaked the earth in pools of molten gold; birds screeched as they soared above thermals on wide open air; and friendship filled the wind with the scent of roses and dandelions, a scent that Luna would be sure to treasure for the remainder of her lifetime.

prompt 2 – lotus playing video games

“Ha! This’ll be a piece of cake!”

Clover’s beaming proudly from her perch on the couch. She’s looking adorable as ever, with arms tucked neatly against her chest and one leg swung across the other in an almost royal pose. “Hate to break it to ya, Lotus, but I’m the Queen of this game! Are you prepared for the bitter taste of defeat?”

Lotus is not at all impressed. With a huff of air, she flops down next to Clover and snatches up a spare controller. “Sure. So let’s make this quick, alright?” It’s no secret to the gathering crowd that Lotus hasn’t even touched a gamepad in her life before this very moment. Raising two kids and holding down an array of part time jobs didn’t exactly leave much time for childish activities like this. At Junpei’s urging, however, she finds herself forced into a challenge she really cares little about.

Clover plucks up her own controller and leans forward, eyes glinting with the fires of determination. Mortal Kombat’s screen flashes upon the television set, its foreboding music reverberating throughout the room in the looming promise of war. “Ready?” Junpei asks. Sweat clings to his forehead as if he can taste the competitive spirit hanging in the air.

“Ready as I’ll ever be!” Clover chirps.

“Sure, whatever.”

“On your marks…get set…Go!”

The war is on.

First, choose a character. Clover predictably goes for a woman dressed in flashy pink. Lotus doesn’t really care which one she has – they’re all just a bunch of ones and zeroes dressed to look pretty, after all – but, she finds herself drawn to Kitana, with her deadly aura and bladed fans. The game began mere seconds after.

“H-Huh?”

Clover lurches back. Not even three seconds have passed and already the first round has come to its end, ending with none other than her character avatar knocked out upon a cold metal floor. Her cheeks flush scarlet. “Hey! You’re cheating! That’s no fair!”

“Cheating? I just pressed a few buttons and boom. You’re dead.”

Clover turns to Junpei for help. “You’re gonna let that pass?”

“Sorry…but Lotus didn’t do anything out of the ordinary. It’s fair game so far.”

FINISH HER

Clover can scarcely believe her ears. She whips back around to the screen, only to see a bored looking Lotus punching buttons in any random order, which inevitably leads to her character’s gruesome execution. A booming voice proudly accompanies the red text that flashes over the murder.

FATALITY

“Uhh…Lotus wins…I guess?”

Everyone present awkwardly claps.

Laughter pours from Lotus’ lips. It’s almost as surprising as the fact that she beat Clover in less than ten seconds at a game she knew nothing about. She leans back into the couch, a mischievous smirk painted upon her lips. “Hey, that was actually pretty fun! Wanna do it again?”

Devil-woman. The terrified thought echoes through all the minds of the Nonary Game survivors. “I think I’m good,” Clover begins.

“Me too…” says Akane.

Needless to say, Lotus was never allowed to touch a controller again.

prompt 3 – snake tries to learn another instrument

Light wasn’t very familiar with the strings of a guitar.

He couldn’t exactly say he was fond with the way they tore at the soft pads of his fingers, or how the clunky instrument seated lamely above his leg. It felt less than graceful to hold, and sounded even worse to his ears, especially since he had naught a clue on how to tune the beast. Beside him, he could hear Clover’s breath taut with anticipation.

“You’re gonna do just fine!” his sister chirped. “It’s not hard at all, I swear!”

“I don’t know…” The sigh that left his lips was more sombre than usual. “I cannot say this feels the same as a piano. Nor does it have the feathery weight of a violin.”

“Well duh. Of course it doesn’t. It’s something so much cooler!”

He frowned. “Cool…er?” The word tasted foreign upon his tongue.

Clover gave him a playful punch on the shoulder. “Jeez, you’re such a grandpa. Just give it a try.”

“Hmm…”

His fingers brushed polished wood and came to tug at the individual strings and nobs of his new toy. No matter how much he plucked, or twisted and turned in a futile attempt at tuning, nothing seemed to work. Frustration curdled in the pit of his stomach. He wasn’t used to being genuinely bad at something, let alone unable to overcome said ‘badness.’ Badness. Great. The guitar was turning his brain into mush if that was the only word he could think of!

Clover, however, would beg to differ. She hummed off tune in sync with his awkward fumbling and poor strumming of its strings. “You’re enjoying this?” he inquired, brow furrowing to rest close against his eyes.

“’Course! I’ve always wanted to hear you play guitar.”

He smiled. “And why is that?”

“No reason. I just think you’d do well in a band!”

A band! What a ludicrous thought! Despite that, he couldn’t help laughing in good cheer. “Sorry to disappoint you, Clover, but I don’t think the guitar is for me.” He could feel the weight of the air plummet under her predictable pout. “But…I suppose I won’t mind if it’s just you and me. Provided my talent with this awful thing never leaves this room.”

And the air was light again, surely because of Clover’s broad smile. “Awesome! Does that mean I can play your piano, too?”

“I don’t see why not. Perhaps you will have more luck.”

She didn’t. But the sound of random key smashing and off-tuned guitar strumming echoed throughout the Field residence for many days to come, and it was a sound that – while awful for the neighbors – meant the entire world and more to two very tight-knit siblings.

#zero escape #virtue's last reward #merouses #aleena-san #zecret santa 2017 #submission

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Solace - A Criminal Minds (Derek/Penelope) fic

On FF.net | On AO3

(I’m rewatching the series and I’m like mid season three and my morcia shipper heart is getting to me)

At the end of a long hard day of seeing the worst humanity has to offer Penelope Garcia likes things to be soft and sweet. Old romantic comedies are a go to on nights when she can’t get graphic images out of her mind. She puts them on, turning the volume down to a pleasant murmur in the background. She likes the sound of people falling in love while she’s cooking dinner, early nineties soundtracks filling her cluttered apartment as she chops up veggies.

Her favorite is You’ve Got Mail. There’s just something about the texture of the film, Meg Ryan’s soft blonde bob and her decidedly taupey monochromatic wardrobe are soothing in a way. It’s the complete opposite of Penelope’s own bright and flashy sense of style, but it fits the character so perfectly she doesn’t mind. It’s comforting when someone leans into their own personality.

She contemplates the seemingly endless monochromatic collection of turtlenecks and slacks that the character owns, getting lost in the feel of the movie. She’s grateful for that. The BAU’s last case, while not the most horrific one she’d ever been subjected to, was so just unrelentingly sad. It had made her feel heavy waking out of the office tonight, melancholia clinging to her like a wet blanket.

She’s half way through a pint of her favorite Ben & Jerry’s, watching Meg Ryan happy-cry into Tom Hank’s arms when her door buzzer sounds. It’s only then that she realizes she’s crying right along with the movie, moving to dash away the moisture running down her face.

A quick glance at the time tells her it’s past midnight, and she can’t help the little thrill of fear that trickles down her spine. It hasn’t been that long since her apartment building was a scene of mayhem, a man hell-bent on killing her stalking the halls. She can still feel the cold metal of the gun Derek had pressed into her hands for protection. Shuddering, she moves to see who’s buzzing.

Her finger presses down on the button, only a slight tremor revealing her anxiety. “H-hello. Who is it?”

”It’s your knight, coming to release you from your tower.”

She smiles, the fear draining out of her completely. “I like my tower just fine, thank you very much. It has high speed wifi and a well stocked freezer.”

She buzzes him up before waiting for a reply, suddenly feeling a bit nervous. It strikes her as odd, but she shakes it off, attributing it to the fact that Derek has never really been to her home when circumstances weren’t dire.

He’s knocking on her door in minutes and she doesn’t have to fake the bright smile that splits across her face when she swings it open.

He’s come straight from the airport, and he looks tired, his travel bag hanging on his shoulder, eyes not their usual brightness. It worries her for a second, but she’s no profiler, doesn’t want to be, so she chalks it up to the exhausting nature of a transcontinental flight and invites him the rest of the way in

”Not that I’m averse to inviting a deliciously handsome and roguish looking gentleman into my boudoir in the middle of the night, but what are you doing here?”

It’s not normal, and they both know it, but Derek has a look on his face that Penelope’s not used to. It’s sad and tired. She has the strongest urge to step forward and wrap her arms around him.

After a long pause, he answers. “I just wanted to make sure you were okay.”

It’s something of a lie, and they both know it, but his expression begs her to accept it and so she does. He moves further into her apartment, dropping his bag on the hardwood with a thunk. “This is the first week the teams been gone since…” He trails off, the mere mention of her attack seems like just one more thing that makes him sad and tired. “… and I know you were probably a little edgy the whole time.”

Somehow they’ve migrated into her little kitchen area, Derek leaning against her island in an almost obscene display of his natural tendency to strike a modelesque pose. Her eyes involuntarily give him a once over. He’s another one of those people who really leans into the image they present to the word. His dark fitted tee accentuating the line of his pecs, the sleeves cutting across his arm in the perfect place to make his biceps seem enormous. Internally she fans herself like a southern belle suddenly accosted with a bout of the vapors. Externally she’s as cool as a cucumber, a slight bite of her bottom lip the only sign of her inner struggle.

Of course he notices the small movement, one of his perfectly sculpted eyebrows arching upward in amusement. He leans forward, reaching up to catch her bottom lip with his thumb. “You alright there, Pen?”

She smiles at him, adopting her most sultry gaze. It’s her only defense against Derek’s charms, to play along with this game of his. It had been like this from day one. She knows his flirtation is not serious, so she responds flippantly. “Oh, I’m more than alright, Agent Morgan. Just enjoying the view.”

It has the desired result. His eyes crinkle at the corners and he lets out an amused laugh, moving in to land a smacking kiss on her cheek. The strange tension is broken, and he moves toward her fridge to rummage through it for leftovers. “I’m starving, baby girl. The jet of ours is seriously lacking in snack department.”

She moves him out of the way, digging around and making him a plate of what she’d had for dinner hours ago. In minutes they’re sitting side by side on her couch, watching the opening scenes of her second favorite romcom. Harry and Sally are arguing when Derek sets his empty plate on the coffee table, a satisfied sigh escaping him.

She catches him staring, a strange feeling fluttering in the pit of her stomach. For the millionth time since she met him she thinks about how unfair it is, the way he can unthinkingly melt her into a gooey puddle and just go about his life like it’s no big deal.

But he has an unusual expression on his face this time, like he needs to say something but just can’t find the words. He opens his mouth, but closes it, awkwardly waiting a second before he tries again. “I missed you.”

It’s her turn to feel awkward. Things have been different between them since her attack. The deep cut of hurt she’d experienced when he’d seemed skeptical about her romantic life was still in the back of her mind, and she’d definitely been calling the other agents more frequently with information when they were out in the field. She couldn’t help it, there was still a thin film of embarrassment. He’d been right, and god her cheeks still flamed when she’d thought about how angry she’d been at him. It was, she knew, a very revelatory response, one that she knew Derek (one of the bureau’s he’d profilers) had picked up on.

”Derek, look, I’m sorry. You were right about Battle. I just–”

”No, stop. You have nothing to apologize for. I, uh, wasn’t exactly using my abilities as profiler when it came to him.”

”Huh?”

”I was being selfish, I think.” He frowns, trying to articulate what he means. “I felt defensive when you told me you’d met someone, like it meant whatever our thing was might have to change.”

”Our thing?” The hope that springs in her chest momentarily takes her breath away.

”You’re my best friend, Pen… kind of all I have.”

”Oh.” It’s a quiet response, accompanied by a mixture of disappointment and affection. She hates the lonely note in his voice.

“…and when you said you blew him off… I was so relieved I said the first stupid thing that came into my head. It had nothing to do with you.”

She doesn’t have a response. Unspoken is the idea that he was possibly jealous. It sends a thrill through her, but she does her best to tamp it down. “Well, I am sorry too. I have a few sensitive spots, and you just… sort of accidentally found one.” She sighs. “And it’s not like you were wrong.”

She’s staring at the screen now, avoiding looking directly at him. That’s how she feels his touch against her face before she sees him move. His fingers slide under her chin, making her look at him. “Look at me, angel.”

She does. His eyes, when they aren’t sparkling with amusement are always so sincere. It’s no different now, and she feels the remnants of whatever made her cry earlier stir in her chest.

”He was a scumbag, yes.” Derek continues without relinquishing her gaze. “But I’m so lucky that you’re the one who’s on the other end of the lin when my phone rings, that you’re the one I get to come home to after spending a week in a strange place with horrible people. I don’t ever want that to change.”

She smiles, leaning into his embrace. “It’s not going to.”

”Promise?”

”Promise.”

And that’s how they sleep together the first time. Innocently. Penelope’s head tucked under his chin, her ear pressed against his heart. Whatever nightmares lie in wait for the both of them are shoved to the periphery, the sound of people falling in love coming from the television as the two drift into unconsciousness.

#criminal minds #criminal minds fanfiction #morcia #morgan x garcia #Derek Morgan #Penelope Garcia #(I've already got a couple chapters for this thought out in #my head)

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