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[toothcowboy]

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[xervn]

like a french girl 🎨

part 2 - like a | art major ellie x dance major reader

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summary: ellie had been struggling with finding the perfect model for her art final. that was until she saw you

18+ MDNI | 3.7k words | tags; college au, pining, still sfw for now, texting, no use of y/n, not proofread

a/n: if you're not imagining the prof as nick offerman you're not doing it right.

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The song finally ends and all the other dancers in the studio scatter, just as breathless and exhausted as you are, leaving the room reeking with sweat and the remnants of unbridled passion.

You try to steady your breathing, leaning forward with a hand bracing your thigh, fanning yourself off by pulling at the collar of your tee. Today’s practice was more exerting than usual, especially since you were the one leading it. 

You might’ve showed off a little because you overheard some of your classmates undermining your talent; claiming they could do your own choreo better than you can. It wasn’t like what they said bothered you, however, you needed to set the record straight.  

You’ve always been an amazing dancer, you have the awards, the scholarships to prove it. You’ve scraped your knees bloody to get to this point in your life. You weren’t gonna let a few shit talkers ruin a great thing. So, yeah, you’re absolutely winded because you wanted to prove a point, but you don’t regret a second of it. The looks on their faces was enough to clear any doubts for the rest of the year, for sure.

You drag your feet over to your stuff huddled in a corner, dodging past everyone else in a rush to leave. You pick up your water flask, taking a much needed chug. Mid-drink, you hear the doors of the now empty studio swing open and you swivel around only to see Dina in her black leotard, clutching her bag on her shoulder as she jogs towards you with a suspiciously wide smile.

“Hey, D. You don’t look like you want anything at all.” You say sarcastically, scoffing as you set your bottle down. 

“Oh, come on! I can’t see my best friend?” Dina asks, resting her hands on her hips. All you can do is stare at her with an unmoving expression of doubt, folding your arms with a perked brow. 

“My best-est friend in the whole world. Ever.” Dina adds on. 

You don’t think Dina could make it any more obvious so you decided to wrap it up yourself. “Dina, what is it? I swear to god if you say Jesse…” 

The expression on Dina’s face pointed in every direction that it’d be about him. You groan, amazed that you’re having this conversation again. She’s been pestering you for weeks now about meeting this “amazing” guy she’s been recently dating. She insisted that he’d be like another gal pal, but obviously you doubted that. You’re sure he’s as great as Dina says, but you find it awkward to meet him like that anyways. 

“Just hear me out!” Dina practically begs, clasping her hands together and everything.

“Dina— I love you, but I don’t wanna be a third wheel for an hour.”

Her wide grin returns, looking oddly ecstatic to hear you bring that up. “Okay, well, what if I told you that you won’t?”

You already told yourself you made up your mind the minute this conversation started, but you gesture for her to continue anyway.

Dina’s face lights up as she goes on, “Jesse’s going to bring his friend too, then it’ll be the four of us!” 

You’re not sure how to feel, it does cancel out the one annoyance you had, but now it sounds like a straight double date. The thought alone makes you cringe a bit. 

Dina can tell, rolling her eyes before speaking, “His friend’s a girl, and she’s cool.” 

You just silently make out an ‘oh’ and Dina snorts at your expression. Well, now there’s nothing keeping you from going, but you don’t feel like letting Dina have this one that easily, so you intensely rub your chin as if there’s something else to be considered.

“I’ll buy you food! Cinnamon rolls!” Dina exclaims with a hint of desperation. You giggle and stop the act, finally giving Dina a smile and a nod. She’s already pulling you in for a sappy hug and you return it with an eye roll, making sure she doesn’t go too crazy now that she’s finally convinced you.

“So, when are we doing that?” You ask.

“Today. You're so sweaty, gross.”

“Rude— Today?!”

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After a nice shower and a trip to a small on-campus bakery, it was time to go meet Jesse and his friend with Dina. Just to make conversation, you tell Dina about your embarrassing encounter last night as you two walk around campus. 

“You mooned a stranger?! Listen, when I said you should hook up with someone while I was gone, I meant through a party or an app. Not the window!” Dina exclaims, not even attempting to hide the amusement in her voice. 

Honestly, you were amused by the situation too, it was hard not to be. “Shhh… I didn’t moon her, she just happened to be there. Plus, my ass was mostly covered.” You reply with a playful grin before biting into your promised cinnamon roll. You didn’t really have anything to be embarrassed about, either way it’s an emotion you deal with often. First of all, you’re a dancer; you’ve tripped during a routine before, danced a few humiliating moves. It’s a part of the process. Second of all, your ass is fucking great and we’re ending on that note. 

Dina tsks and shakes her head at you in pretend disappointment. Unable to take her seriously, you dissolve into laughter. 

You two walk across the courtyard and into the school commons; a tall and open building, with the walls of it being large windows. For the time of day, it wasn’t that busy. You decide to scope out the small crowd, and play a little game with yourself to see if you can find out who Dina’s man is before she tells you. 

Not him. Definitely not him. Maybe him? Nah. Who is that?

“Over there!” Dina taps your shoulder excitedly and points in the distance, but you were already looking that way. 

There was a girl, maybe an inch taller than you in a black, patch-covered varsity jacket that definitely didn’t fit her, facing a taller guy that looked exactly like Dina’s type. You weren’t positive why you were drawn that direction, all you knew was that there was something vaguely familiar about that girl. You tried to put the pieces together, but you gave up not even two thoughts later; shrugging it off. 

The guy looks towards you and Dina, smiling brightly as he beckons you two over. Dina links arms with you and drags you along before you can even acknowledge it. As you two start approaching, the mystery girl finally turns around and offers a small smile to Dina, only for it to drop the second she lays eyes on you. 

Your eyes lock on hers and you’re absolutely mortified. It was definitely that girl. Y’know, the one you saw through your window? That girl. Even if you didn’t see her all that well last night, the struck look on her face gave her away. This funny situation was getting less and less fucking funny as you and Dina stride closer. The panic starts to override your sensory abilities, the unusual feeling etching into your thoughts. Maybe you should just own it? Pretend you don’t remember? Should you run away? You think you should—

“— meet Jesse!” Dina says, looking at you expectantly. You were so lost in your own thoughts that you didn’t notice you stopped walking. Now the girl is way closer than she was last night. You could keel over and die now, really. 

It’s not like you’ll see her again. You wish you could turn back time and slap yourself for jinxing you like that. You glimpse up at her, and, fuck, she was looking back at you. You guys needed to stop doing that. Even worse, she’s just as hot as you were hoping she wasn’t. The hair, the outfit, the decorated carabiner hanging off the loop of her jeans? She’s a fucking lesbian wet dream. 

You whip your head away, and unbeknownst to you, she’s still staring; gawking, even.

For Ellie, ever since you walked up, all that’s been going through her head was, ’I wanna draw her’ over and over again. Seeing you up close was even better than she could’ve ever imagined. Your… everything was better than she imagined. She initially locked eyes on you when you were still passing the courtyard and she was in awe of that smile of yours. She was obsessed with how you laughed, how you threw your head back as you did. For a moment, she wondered what was funny. For a moment, she thought about what she’d give to hear it. She had to look away and face Jesse so her whole body didn’t turn red from just watching you. 

She only understood the gravity of the situation when you finally approached. What were the chances you were Dina’s friend? You were really in front of her now, an arm distance away. She has literally never been happier to go out before. She was genuinely glad Jesse dragged her out here for once. 

For as long as she could, she admired you; already color-matching the shade of your skin, your eyes. Appreciating the plumpness of your lips, how expertly your gloss spread across them. She wants to appreciate more of you, but from the way you looked away from her, she worries you might think she’s a pervert and honestly, you’d be well within your rights to think so.

Ellie catches her stare, dipping her attention onto her feet instead. You catch the sheepish action in the corner of your eye and it automatically tells you everything you need to know. If she hadn’t seen anything, she wouldn’t be acting like that, right? Let alone remember you. You wish you weren’t agonizing over this, catching these little traits was only making things worse. 

It’s painful; the situation. The whole thing didn’t even cross your mind until recently. You can’t make eye contact with anyone in front of you anymore, so you nervously say hello along with your name while looking out of one of the several windows. 

Dina forces a smile, since she already introduced you herself, giving you a quick ‘what the fuck’ look on her face before turning back to Jesse who still hasn’t caught a whiff of the tension. Your behavior was incomprehensible. You’ve never acted this way around new people. The whole reason Dina begged you to come was because you were so personable, so you can only imagine her confusion now.

Jesse and Dina exchange looks before Dina attempts to continue the convo. “So, Ellie, what’s your major again?” Ellie. Now the (extremely good-looking) face has a name, great.

“Uh, drawing. Art.” Ellie says, awkwardly tucking a loose strand of hair behind her ear as her eyes darted everywhere but you. You were making it awkward, she was making it awkward, and all for different reasons. 

Dina nods along to Ellie before saying, “Oh, really? Didn’t think you guys left your rooms.” Dina teases, slow-turning to Jesse who already has a fist bump waiting for her. 

Ellie shakes her head with half a smile. “Ha, ha. Very funny. Yeah, I guess I needed some sunlight.” 

“Yeah, right. I had to bribe you out with a DC comic.” Jesse chirps in, his tone taking a dramatically repulsed turn. 

Ellie immediately punches him in the arm, “You haven’t even read the comics, asshole.” 

Jesse’s hand shoots up to soothe the spot as he laughs.

“Well… I think DC is better than Marvel if you ignore the movies.” You spit out and Jesse and Dina are immediately groaning at your comment. The only reason you said anything was because you felt inclined to take Ellie’s side since they were ganging up on her. Not to mention you might’ve traumatized her, so you might as well attempt to make buddy-buddy. You weren’t lying though, you read enough comics in middle school to know; even if your appearance and style might’ve indicated otherwise.

Ellie teeters at the side, not expecting you to speak at all, let alone take her side. She didn’t think she deserved to hear you speak more than she has already, but here you were, making her blush over a silly shared interest.

Ellie stuffs her hands into her jacket’s pockets, twisting her lips before gaining the courage to speak to you. “That’s because it is. They haven’t read Sandman yet.” 

“Oh, shit. Sandman was really good! Death was definitely my gay awakening now that I’m thinking about it.” You respond, glancing off as you dwell back on it.

Ellie definitely blacked out for a moment after hearing “gay” and “awakening” leave your mouth in the same sentence. Now there’s a part of her wondering if she has a chance with you.

She doesn’t say anything, she can’t say anything since she doesn’t trust her voice. You can’t tell if she’s super awkward or homophobic, but she doesn’t look like the latter. She just gulps loudly and you take note of… this whole interaction and store it in your brain for a later date, like a sleepless night.

With the sudden silence befalling, you both look over to see that Dina and Jesse are still passionately ranting and raving about how trash DC is, so passionately they look like they might kiss about it. Like, their faces are inches away from each other. You and Ellie are absolutely baffled at how this is even possible. They’re talking about superheroes. Superheroes! The sight makes you wanna hurl. You scowl and look elsewhere, catching Ellie grimacing in the process. 

Her brows are furrowed, lip upturned, and her nose is slightly scrunched up to the point where she kinda resembles a squirrel. You snort to yourself at the comparison. Okay, she’s adorable, so it took everything in you to contain your laughter. Obviously, you did a poor job since Jesse and Dina turn to your stifled giggling, following your eyes to see a plainly disgusted Ellie judging them. 

They get flustered, shyly laughing it off while Ellie pretends to scold them. “Welcome back. Now cut it out.”

Ellie turns to you with a surprisingly bewitching smile that catches you way off guard, and mouths out ‘gross’ while stealing a glance at the couple. 

“Pfft, I think it might be time to change topics.” You say, biting back the smile forming on your lips. Ellie is unintentionally endearing, you can tell because, well, she’s growing on you. Maybe you’ve been overthinking the whole thing? From the looks of it, she might’ve just needed to warm up to you. You like that conclusion much more than anything else. Anything else being a possibly unflattering angle of your ass cheeks.

Dina chuckles before nodding, “Okay, well,” Dina puts a hand on your shoulder and looks between Jesse and Ellie, “She’s a dance major too. The trendy kind.” 

“Trendy kind?” Ellie asks, focusing on you as she waits for an answer.

You roll your eyes at Dina for the silly description and fixate back on Ellie, finding yourself unusually nervous under her stare. “I’m focusing on commercial dance choreography. For singers, concerts, things like that.”

“She also did ballet for ages.” Dina chimes in. You nod reluctantly, since it was a long time ago, but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t still use those skills. 

“Oh, that explains it.” Ellie says, looking directly at you, clearly without a thought. She doesn’t mean anything bad by it, it just explains why she was weirdly infatuated with your back; your posture. Either way, that was supposed to stay in her head and not for you to hear.

You raise a brow, barely tilting your head to the side as you ask, “Explains what?”  

You hold your eye contact with Ellie this time, silently waiting for an answer. 

“Oh— err—“ Ellie stammers. She has no idea how to save herself. Even if she did, she doesn’t think she’d be able to say it when you’re looking at her like that. Looking up at her quizzically, slightly pouting out your full bottom lip. You’re a bit intimidating, you’ve always been a bit intimidating to everyone. However, Ellie finds herself oddly attracted at the same time and it’s really fucking with her brain. You aren’t even trying to be threatening though, you only want to know what she thinks of you. For no particular reason. 

Ellie, flustered beyond comprehension, can only shrug and manage out, “Uh, nothing? I guess, um, that’s how you two met?” 

You calm your expression, afraid Ellie might melt if you put any more heat on her and for the record, she would’ve, but not for what you think. You couldn’t read her at all and it made you wanna rip your hair out. 

You end up giving her a small nod while a trace of curiosity lingers on your face. 

Coincidentally, Ellie can’t read you either. Do you know she was the one “creeping” on you last night? If you don’t, then maybe all hope isn’t lost for her. But, of course, she can’t fucking tell. One second you’re looking at her like she’s a ghost, the next you’re giggling at all her jokes. But she’s not an idiot, she knows that as long as she doesn’t completely scare you off; she can complete her final. The only question from here is if she’ll ever gain the courage to ask you. 

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The answer to that is no. No, no, no. You’ve been integrated into Ellie’s life for weeks now. Although it hasn’t been daily you always show up at least twice a week, over three when she’s lucky. It’s been weeks and she still can’t ask you. 

In her defense, you guys are never alone. You haven’t even walked by Ellie since the dance wing and art wing are nowhere near each other. You’re always with Dina, she’s always with Jesse. All four of you occasionally meet up for lunch, or spot each other at student events and parties. Never just you and her. Ellie has tried to rehearse just asking you casually with Dina and Jesse around, but that sounds like a fuckin’ humiliation ritual. Imagining you saying “ew, no” or bringing up how she was ogling you through your window in front of them. 

It’s not like you’ve been giving her the impression that you would. It’s actually far from that. You’re a walking ray of sunshine. You always, and I mean, always say hi to her first. Ellie might be a little nuts, considering it’s only between her and Jesse, but she swears you do. Sometimes, you even avoid him to get to her first and she thinks it’s the cutest damn thing ever, but as far as she knows, that’s just her imagination playing a sick prank on her delusion.

Good news is that her work has improved since she still gets to see you often. She steals glances at you, taking mental pictures of you whenever she can. If someone told her to draw you eating a damn french fry, she’d be able to do it perfectly. 

Her professor leaves less marks on her work than usual, and with finals rapidly approaching, Ellie thinks this is the best she’ll ever be able to do. It’s way better than before and the chances of you modeling for her are slim to none, so she’s trying to convince herself she’s perfectly fine with wrapping it up here. Acting like it doesn’t eat away at her to not be able to draw your full body, all its perfections and imperfections. 

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You’re chatting with some friends as you gather your stuff up to leave, when your professor calls out your name. Your head shoots up in that direction and you quickly excuse yourself as you walk over to a scruffy looking older man shuffling around paperwork.

“Yes?” You stand neutrally at his desk, completely unaware of what he has to say to you. 

“You’re failing. Failing horrendously,” He shifts in his seat to look at you better, “You know you are human right? You labeled the rectus femoris the tibialis anterior for fuck’s sake.” 

The… what? You had absolutely no idea you were failing and no idea what he was saying. Yeah, you spent zero time studying, but it’s human anatomy. It’s just a stupid mandatory course. The classes with actual dancing are what you put your time and effort into. What type of asshole teaches a science course at an arts school, then fails the students? Whatever.

You bite your tongue before speaking, forcing a faint smile. “Oh, well, can I make up the grade…?”

The man pinches the bridge of his nose before pulling out your paper from the stack and in front of you. “You’re not understanding, out of 640 muscles in the human body you got one correct. The pectoralis major.”

Honestly, you have no words. Seeing the paper in front of you was pretty humbling. 

He laces his fingers as he continues to gruffly speak, “I don’t know if it’s because you’re gay or something and the only thing you can identify are boobs, but this is an easy grade. You had to get at least 200 correct to pass.”

Did he just? Your jaw dropped ages ago, and you start to say something but he immediately cuts you off. “I don’t wanna hear it, take your paper. Study, and I’ll let you retake it. Do not make me have to fail you.” 

You purse your lips, conflicted with how he called you out and how he’s giving you a redo. You just snatch the paper and storm out of the classroom. 

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dina: LMFAOOO

you: its not fucking funny

dina: is it becus ur gay or something

you: STFU!!!!

you: what do i do ffs

you: finals week is coming up soon and im stupid

dina: you shouldve taken the course with me last semester

you: help me study

dina: foh i barely passed 

you: 😭😭😭im so screwed 

dina: no ur not

dina: don’t worry

dina: ask ellie 

Ask Ellie? Your thumbs shake over your screen. How could you ask Ellie? The amount of strength it takes to talk to her in real life without turning into putty is insane. You guys don’t even cross paths enough for you to comfortably ask for a favor, but you really need to pass this class. It definitely wouldn’t be the worst to finally talk to her one on one... hang out with her more… see her more… Fuck it.

you: what’s her number?

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a/n: marvel solos but i think ellie would love dc

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[tennessoui]

kit's list of obikin fic recs in no particular order

y'all asked and i finally answered.....here's a list of fics i've read and adored this year! note that i've tagged things that i think could squick people (a/b/o dynamics, weird biology, dub con, heavy kink, etc), and i've noted the ratings (explicit, mature, teen), but i have not noted top/bottom (this list contains a pretty even split of both) and i haven’t indicated which are WIPs - take a chance! i've left little paragraphs as to why i liked the fic but i tried to keep spoilers out of them so the story can be a surprise :D

remember to leave a comment and a kudos if you enjoyed the fic :D

Igneous - zimriya Notes: Explicit, A/B/O dynamics, canon compliant, series!

Trying to find this fic so I could reread it was the thing that prompted me to make this list. That’s how amazing this fic is. It tears out your heart strings. It hurts. I love it. It’s soft. It makes me cry. I am never going to recover from this perfect retelling of canon. This hurts just as much as the kenobi show. I owe this author a medical bill and a thank you card. I don’t care if a/b/o isn’t your thing or omega obi-wan isn’t your thing i need you to try reading this fic i really do because it’s just honestly superb and beautiful prose and i think about some of these lines near daily. Ok, fine. Daily.

I’d Never Be Me (Without The Support of Your Loving Arms) by euryrice  Notes: Explicit

i don’t think i’ll ever stop talking or thinking about this fic, it’s up there for me….such a good take on a bond/spy au that I don’t think I’ll ever seriously try at one myself because it’d never be ‘i’d never be me without the support of your loving arms’; it’s just so well thought through. Canon lovingly applied. Kit beautifully moved and hungry for a second part of the series, even though it doesn’t even need a second part and is perfect as a stand alone. Witty banter rating: 10/10

Hooked On You by @whohatessand Notes: Explicit, infidelity, side anidala (padmé is being cheated on)

Dirty bad wrong never felt so good though; Anakin is cheating on his wife with her campaign manager. Anakin is very not satisfied with being a trophy husband, and honestly it’s so valid of him. This is so well-written that Anakin’s frustration with his life, his wife, his duties all feels very real and understandable. Does that excuse the cheating and the spit-as-lube fucking at a donor ball? Nah, but they know it doesn’t. And it ends on a very hopeful obikin note, which is my favorite

The Final Frontier of Pleasure by @jedibongrip Notes: Explicit, bp!Anakin, virginity kink (ish?)

“Just the tip” made into a very hot 2k fic wherein anakin’s definitely not a virgin anymore, but obi-wan’s gonna go along with it if it makes him happy (and means that he gets to keep touching him, god bless); note to say that all of this author’s stuff is very good!

Stars To Fill My Dreams by hidden_humours Notes: Explicit, reverse master/padawan, dark Anakin

Anakin is teetering on going off the walls insane in this fic and I am so here for it. This is just amazing. I love a padawan obi-wan and I especially love this time-travel with a twist (which I won’t spoil!); the summary even says “yeah this anakin isn’t all there” and the author is right!!! 100%!! I love it. I want to poke this Anakin with a stick. I want to push him off his metaphorical cliff of sanity. I want to push Obi-Wan off a cliff just to see what this Anakin would do. What a fic. What a goddamn fic.

Obi-Two by @virahaus Notes: Explicit, Obi-Wan/Anakin/Obi-Wan

Guys, holy shit I am so excited for this WIP you have no idea. Everything about it is delicious so far. The Obi-Wan that gets zapped back in time just before ROTS/Order 66 is living to see twunk Anakin again and he is so soft yet so commanding about it. Ben!Obi-Wan literally kills me in this fic. If there’s never another chapter, I’m begging you to read this anyway, it’s that good.

Vast as the sea, constant as the tide by @moonlightatnoon Notes: Explicit, pirate!anakin, captain!Obi-Wan

So maybe Kit’s attention was captured and held by the sea-themed title…she’s a simple lady. But this fic is absolutely beautiful.  I love the intrigue, the history, the pining of it all. My attention, much like Obi-Wan, was gently captured and held hostage by pirate Anakin and the way he’s like ‘my obi-wan <3 mine <3’ while also being a whole ass pathetic lil mew mew of a pirate. He is so possessive and fearsome and clingy and needy I love this Anakin and how much he needs his Obi-Wan. I love the ending especially! Beautifully done.

Buns of Steel by @ragnarlothcat Notes: Explicit, humor, himbos the both of them 

Put this under Fics That Make Kit Want To Join A Gym. I love the humor here (Rag has such a legendary way with a great turn of phrase and pacing of jokes that just makes the fic fly by) and the ridiculousness of it all. Obi-Wan here is extremely lovably bitchy and I adore it. His dialogue is quite polite, but this is a fic where the narration really makes the characterization pop. Also the amount of lusting after his beautiful aerobics instructor that Obi-Wan does…and how UNFAIR he finds Anakin’s beauty. Just amazing. Cheering for Obi-Wan living his best life and getting the hot aerobics instructor in the end.

My Thoughts I Confess (Verge On Dirty) by @artemisthehuntress Notes: Explicit, horny, horny, horny Obi-Wan

This is, of course, the other fic filed under Fics That Make Kit Want To Join A Gym. I love Anakin in booty shorts. I love Obi-Wan, head empty and no thoughts because his dick is too goddamn hard to see straight. One should not be exercising under such conditions. The humor here is impeccable. Love all of Obi-Wan’s fantasies with the hot guy working out next to him. If you’re a fan of horny-grip Obi-Wan, this is the fic for you! If you’re not as into horny-grip Obi-Wan, I’d say this fic is still worth the read because it’s just written so well.

just like the days we’d burn by @travellingcircus Notes: Explicit, PTSD mentions, heavy

I was always going to rec one of travellingcircus’ fics of course. They are a fantastic writer and I love their fics - especially the long oneshots that consume my entire night when I see that one’s been posted and I get to delve into a new side of obikin I could never imagine. This fic is one of my favorites by them – and maybe one of my favorite modern aus all together. Anakin has a racing career until he has an accident. Then he goes back to his small town and decides to have Obi-Wan instead because first love (I love first love fics especially in modern aus)!! Also Obi-Wan has a motorbike. This is excellent news. He also has helmet hair. I love Anakin in this fic so much. He’s crazy. He’s wounded. He’s obsessed. He’s in love. He’s desperate. And Anakin makes Obi-Wan all these things too. Such a good modern au for these characters. They feel so close to their canon characters, it’s marvelous.

Where Every Mask Cracks by skyl_tales Notes: Explicit, a spin-off of one of their other fics, but can be standalone

Skyl_tales’ fics for me are the very definition of fandom classic. They were the first fics I read and I continue to reread them roughly maybe once every year at least. They’re just all very readable. The writing style is something I have always loved and envied – their fics are approachable and entertaining, no matter how much you know or don’t know about Star War at the time of your reading. Tbh I think this is the fic author who has influenced my writing the most! I love this fic in particular because I do have a soft spot for vaderwan. Old Ben being delightfully torn up over Vader and Vader being delightfully unhinged about his former master…..with a magical fix-it device that restores both of them to their younger, strongest selves (if only to make the fucking easier and the horny insatiable)

Gay Chicken by zimriya Notes: Explicit, enemies to lovers, light daddy kink

Where to begin with this fic!!! I guess I cannot stress enough how much I love humor in fics when done right and this is done so well. Like it is literally so funny and so normal. There is something so beautiful about putting these space monk superheroes into like. Just situations. This fic is about laundry. But also upstairs neighbors. But also lost loves??? I’m always a bit hesitant for fics with a lot of notes/messages, because I can find that hard to read, but this was very, very easy to read, both format-wise and flow of the story wise. I love them both being assholes to each other.  Love them slowly becoming friends through notes under the monikers “501” and “212”. LOVE the twist.

wildest dreams by kidhuzural Notes: Explicit, 5+1 fic

Basically: Baby Anakin wants to get married to Obi-Wan. Teenager padawan Anakin wants to marry Obi-Wan. Clone Wars Anakin wants to marry Obi-Wan. Obi-Wan wants to marry Clone Wars Anakin. I love love love fics that start out with baby padawan Anakin and have him grow up. It places so much emphasis on their master&padawan relationship and how important they were to each other before AOTC or TCW, which I think is the strongest basis for obikin. Also this Anakin is just so cute and Obi-Wan cares for his baby padawan so much!! All in all, this fic is just so sweet. Obsessed.

In Pursuit of Cold Water by @jswander Notes: Mature, Merman!Anakin

Can I have a fic rec list that doesn’t include this fic?? I love this fic. I think I reread it like twenty times while waiting for the last chapter, and it was worth it and gripping and incredible each time. I am fascinated by writers who can worldbuild, and Jo worldbuilds so well in this mermaid AU. I love the descriptions of their fins; the possessiveness, the hurt, the anger, the jadeness, and the naivete of Anakin somehow all existing in the same character and all being so justified. There’s some really heavy moments and also really silly moments (they dress Anakin up as an old lady to avoid detection at one point). I love the development of their relationship and especially the growth of their mental bond. Such a good translation  of their Force bond in canon (and such a clever work-around for a mermaid not speaking English!) Just an amazing fic. So good.

The Devil’s In The Details by @ragnarlothcat Notes: Explicit, demon Anakin, darker!Anakin (because of the demon bit)

Back at it again with my Rag-writing obsession! I’m loving this WIP and how evil and innocent Anakin is. Yeah, he’s a demon haunting Obi-Wan’s new house; yeah, he’s killed like. A ton of people. But he’s so pathetic. So very eager to please. So very attractive. As a reader, you’re like Obi-Wan’s friend, Quinlan, who discovers Obi-Wan sleeping with a literal demon, and you’re like ‘bestie, do you not know? That’s a literal demon?’ and obi-wan is like ‘he is quite polite and does so good on our walks around town’ and you’re like ‘you’re taking him on walks???’ but also you can’t help but root for demon Anakin and poor decision-maker Obi-Wan. Also, once again, I love Rag’s humor and timing of it. The narration Obi-Wan has is so colorful and so fucking funny, I snort all the time. He’s such a bitch. He’s amazing.

By Omission by @posthumousvigor Notes: Explicit, reverse master/padawan au, drunk sex

This writer is very quickly becoming one of my favorites. I love their prose and the way they write Obi-Wan—especially padawan!Obi-Wan with Master Anakin. One of my favorite dynamics for obikin aus, and this writer gives me so much good food. TBH one of my all-time favorite cliches/tropes is one of them getting dressed up out of their Jedi robes to be put in Situations, and I especially love this for Obi-Wan cause Anakin got a whole movie of dressing up for funsies, and this fic delivers. Master Skywalker comes back early from a mission to find his padawan slutting it up in the Lower Levels, and what is a man to do other than snap?? And he snaps so beautifully in this fic. I love it when they’re horny beyond reason for each other.

how to stay by answersinahauntedclub Notes: Explicit, professor/student relationship

I know logically that this fic probably will not update again, but it is so beautiful and I think about it all the time. It is like. The peak of college/university aus in this fandom. Bold statement, I know, but I love this fic and characterization so much that I am stating it. They’re both disasters. They can’t resist each other even if they really, really should. It’s an incredible read and I am fascinated by both this Obi-Wan and this Anakin. Cannot stress enough the lovable disasters that they are. In writing this, I took an hour break and reread it again.

we’re swimming with the sharks (until we drown) by @obiwaned Notes: Teen, fake/pretend relationship

Getting this update notification felt like such a sweet sweet win for me. I loved the premise as soon as I read it and it just keeps getting better. Fake marriage for any reason is always amazing. I also LOVE non-linear timelines and this writer does it so well because you as the reader don’t get lost and confused trying to keep the timeline straight. It’s delectable, it’s straightforward, it’s so easy to devour, and I am obsessed with this fic and even the possibility of more.

Self-Insert by ZenyZootSuit Notes: Teen, crack

God this is so funny in a very crack way. Short and funny and perfect. Darth Vader writes self-insert fanfiction about being with Obi-Wan Kenobi, and Darth Sidious finds out. Imperial secrets are leaked, but I’m sure those were important details he needed to include!! For context! Realism! Absolutely perfect; no notes.

Open Circle by Calyss Note: Explicit, Dark Obi-Wan, dom/sub (under)tones, seduction to the Dark side

This is also one of my annual rereads, and one of my absolute favorite Sith Obi-Wans in the fandom. I love how out of control this sith Obi-Wan is, how very obsessed with just Anakin he is. Sith Obi-Wan really said “he’s mine” and he’s gonna destroy Anakin’s marriage and the whole galaxy to prove it. And also Anakin is not going to say no or resist much at all because that’s his master and he loves him and has weird feelings for him he has not really examined. This is also such an id fic of mine. But no regrets putting it on the list. When I saw it updated in October 2022, I literally cleaned my room and improved my life before I sat down to read it.

How to Save a Galactic Republic Without Really Trying by @sharpest-tongue Notes: Mature, Post Kenobi show

So many amazing fics came out of the Kenobi show but this absolutely has to be one of my favorites. There’s humor, there’s touching moments, there’s Star Wars lingo I didn’t know but that made the whole thing feel very much in-universe (and that I have now incorporated into my Star Wars Wikipedia slash Dictionary for later use, even if it’s all made up). I love a time travel fic, has to be said, and this one delivers perfectly. The Jedi as family in this fic really made me emotional. Extra special shout out to Obi-Wan, raising his padawan again in a do-over, and thinking, ‘i was not this bad as a teenager wtf?? Yeah ok whatever i MAY have fought in TWO WARS at that age but still!!!’ love him. Love his obvious blind spots for anakin and also for himself. Such a good fic!!!

broken bones, thunder drums by @maragny Notes: Teen, hurt/comfort

There is so much to love about this fic and I love it all. Clone War fics are like my bread and butter in this fandom. I love obikin fics that take place in the middle of battle where the reader is confronted with the reality of either Anakin or Obi-Wan fighting – and this fic really starts by throwing you into the action in such a visceral, effective way that I was stressed! I was gripped! It makes Anakin hiding his injury feel not only understandable but also like the only option. Good think Obi-Wan is there to save the day and help Anakin through his pain because he is overprotective and in love with him. Also the first chapter is told from Rex’s point of view, which just. One of my favorite outsider POVs for obikin is Rex.

no news is good news by @rhymenoceros Notes: Mature, crack, relationship reveal, breaking news/news cycle format

This fic is so funny! The tone is perfect for what the writer sets out to do — that is, make the reader feel like they’re caught up in a social media news cycle! There’s talk shows, there’s paparazzi, there’s space reddit, there’s leaked Jedi text conversations….the Jedi screen names are hilarious and easy to tell who is who while still staying true to the joke. Cannot recommend this fic enough. Cute, funny, horny, and with that sweet sweet Palpatine downfall that the best cracky fics always have.

Falling Deep Into You by @dark--whisperings Notes: Explicit, dom/sub tones, so much pining

Any fic that has the tag “Obi-Wan Kenobi is a freak in bed” has my attention and my interest. This writer describes Anakin subbing and Obi-Wan domming so very beautifully that it’s almost a manifesto in 8k. Lots of good sex here, but I really love the opening scene and the push and pull the writer’s given the characters. They want each other so much—Obi-Wan wants so much, but alas! Religious guilt on par with catholicism! Of course the nasty freaky sex fiend in Obi-Wan wins out over the Jedi Master, but I really enjoyed the guilt and the way he gives in and goes to find Anakin because of course he does. And then the ending! A resetting of the chess board so that the game can start over tomorrow. A great fic all in all!

you took my love so tenderly by @billboguspreston & @acrylicsalts-inspo Notes: Explicit, prince/guard dynamic, exhibitionism

I started reading this fic when it was first posted, and I followed it attentively and with baited breath. I love the reverse age dynamic (I know, it’s not for everyone, but I lovelovelove it), and I love that this Obi-Wan is such a spitfire. He knows what he wants and that’s for his silent, restrained, older, handsome bodyguard to snap and fuck him and he WILL brat his way into getting what he wants as is his right. Anakin being both incredibly horny (Anakin horny-gripping the pommel of his sword because Obi-Wan has decided to get off right in front of him to see if he can tempt him into fucking him) is amazing. Obi-Wan being both the aggressor and also the inexperienced one is chef’s fucking kiss and a dynamic I do not see often enough. So worth the read. And there may be more sequels??? Be still my beating heart!

I Wanna Be Owned by @kyberkenobi Notes: Explicit, 5+1 things, light BDSM

Speaking of horny grip lol, I had to think for a bit about which fic from this writer to choose because all of them are very good and very very smutty with all sorts of kinks and dynamics. The writer you go to for mean dom Obi-Wan and if you’re feeling up for discovering a kink you weren’t sure you were into before. There’s plenty of amazing fics on her ao3 (I was also immediately obsessed with the recent alpha/alpha one), but this fic is one of my favorites. I love the style of a 5+1 for a fic, and I am obsessed with casual slut (affectionate) Obi-Wan and Anakin’s blinders of his master slowly being pulled away until he HAS to confront the reason Obi-Wan can untie and hogtie a criminal they caught so damn quickly. It’s indecent. It’s amazing. 

Our Man From Tatooine by kazmir Notes: Explicit, a/b/o dynamics, intersex omegas

This story is such a good, quick, enthralling read. I really can’t say much without spoiling it, but it’s worth the read. Dark Obikin, twists and turns, roleplaying, horny mates being unable to resist the other’s draw….so good….One of those fics I paused to reread while reccing it lol

Acts of Contrition by @marycontraire Notes: A series, ranging from Gen - Explicit

Cheating a little bit to rec you all a series instead because I just reread this fic series and fell in love with it all over again. Literally a fandom classic for me. The world building is amazing, the realism and research really pays off because it creates such a rich world for people to dive into. The Tatooine culture is so rich and interesting, and I love this Anakin especially. It’s a very realistic take on if Anakin had been expelled from the Order for the Tusken massacre. This Anakin is darker and clingier and Obi-Wan is trying to keep himself level and sane and something Anakin can cling to while still being a Jedi in all but name. Every installment of this series is gold and worth reading as quickly as possible just to have this in your mind faster. Also worth a slow read to savor it because unfortunately, you can only read a fic series like this for the first time once.

You can call me baby (you can call me love) by @lilredghost Notes: Explicit, 5 + 1

This fic is so sweet that I honestly forgot it was explicit - even though, yes, it opens with a sex scene lmao! But I love this writer’s explicit fics so much (their ao3 is worth a browse) that I am not disappointed in it being explicit, no sir. Obi-Wan gets upset when Anakin calls him an old man repeatedly and I’ve read this fic so much that when I see repeated use of “old man” in other fics I’m like “! no! His feelings!!!” this fic ALSO has anakin calling obi-wan baby <3  so good so sweet so perfect.

take my hand through the flames by @atornpage Notes: Explicit, vaderwan, seduction to the Dark Side

Oh this may just be the WIP I am most excited to see updated! It’s such a clever and unique concept that I’m on the edge of my seat to see where the writer takes the story next. There are not enough stories where a character falls into a coma and time passes around them, and this is so perfect. I adore fics where baby Anakin is clingy and obsessed with Obi-Wan and everyone around them is like ‘this is not REALLY the Jedi way, guys’, and this fic has SO much of that. I can’t wait to see all the promises of the tags come to fruition and am massively enjoying the ride to get there!

Heal Me, My Darling by @wasureneba Notes: Explicit, sick fic, idiots in love

Who doesn’t love a sick fic?? The tender healing…the care…the rotten work…not to me, not if it’s you, etc etc…this fic is such a good sick fic too, I was here for the entire thing! Anakin is in top whiny form and Obi-Wan is cuddling him left and right! I also love Anakin having a praise kink in this fic – it made me soft and so receptive to the idea again when I was getting tired of seeing it as a default in a ton of fics. But this fic said “Obi-Wan tells Anakin he’s doing good while touching his ass to administer a very important for plot reasons shot and Anakin bursts into flames” and I said “absolutely and understandable, please tell me what happens next.” This is like a perfect sick fic for me. The right balance of sweet and horny. Caring Obi-Wan and whiny because he’s bored! Anakin. God-tier combination.

Νόστος by NFx Notes: Explicit, stockholm syndrome typical of hades & persephone aus

I am always here for a good Hades&Persephone AU and I feel like this is a great one! I especially love AUs that carefully place Star Wars GFFA characters into an established world (like Greek mythology in this case), and take care to match up the side characters of the GFFA with the AU characters they’re being transposed on. I like the pace and narration of this one too, the way the tone feels both readable and still old — the dialogue and narration don’t read like a BBC documentary set in Ancient Greece where everyone just sort of speaks like they’re in a Shakespeare play for some reason, but it’s still sorta oldish/stiffer dialogue that really keeps you in the fic universe without alienating readers. Also, horny. But dark horny. Love a darker Anakin. 

Hunting the Homeward Light by GreenQueenofClubs Notes: Teen

One of my all-time favorites, I think, and if you haven't read it or haven't reread it recently, you need to! There's so much tension build up and detail put in with such an amazing pay off that I could literally read this fic every month and probably find something new to enjoy all over again. I don't even have strong opinions about mace training anakin, but this fic convinced me it could work and work really well. also poor poor obi-wan </3 his emotional support padawan goes missing </3 but then is found :) as a twunk :)

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[gomzwrites]

Its 7am atm but my brain won’t shut up about this idea I have

Just thinking about their reactions to reader struggling with clothes - too tight or too loose

Not proofread, apologies for the errors

Tags: xgn!reader, suggestive tones(18+ mdni), I suppose this is also like pervy!cod members in some sense xD, mentioned of injury, possessive, musk kink(?), markings, tattoo

John Price

Everyone was given a new pair of military gears and outfits today, you had placed and wrote down the size you wanted previously

And yet still somehow they messed it up and your pants came in smaller than your regular size

You decided to try it on anyways because you can’t do much

That was a mistake

You pulled the pants, trying and skipping around as it gets caught around your ass, you gave another few more try before ultimately giving up, realizing that you might tore the fabric in the process

And so you push it back down, only to realize it wont budge

Great

You lay down on the floor, hands splayed on the floor as you let out a loud defeated sigh

“You alright there?” Price came by as he heard your voice, halting as he sees you on the floor

“I give up” you say as you craned your neck to look at him and pointed your pants

“Cant fit and cant remove it” you said before frowning and gestured your pants

He laughs slightly before kneeling before you

“Let me help”

He said as he gives those pants a tug, and it doesnt budge

He grumbles slightly as he lower down the zipper slightly, thank god you had a black tight pants on(like those swimmer type idk the type wheeze but just know you’re not in undies)

He tries again but it didnt move, so he held your knees up slightly, “close your legs” he said before shifting slightly

With a harder grip, he yanks the pants and this time it finally moved, but you also moved along side with it due to his strength, slapping his knee-thigh area with your ass

You blush slightly as you propped yourself up with your elbow, but Price didn’t say anything as he gives another tug

He continues doing that and each time your skin would come in contact with him, making a small slap sound every time, you can’t help but felt like you’re in quite a suggestive situation, and the grunts and curses he lets out only made things worse

Bit by bit he managed to pull it out until your knees, where you wiggle the rest of it out without much struggle

There were a few red marks on your thighs by the time the pants was removed, he traced one of it with his thumb and whispered

“Does it hurt?”

It took you a second to register his question before you shake your head, he gives a nod as his fingers lingered for awhile, before clearing his throat as he leaves, you missed the warmth of his fingers

“I’ll get you a new pair” “okay”

You slapped your cheeks after he left to hopefully set your mind straight, get a grip, he’s your captain ffs! you thought to yourself

Little did you know, Price was fighting his own struggles as he watch your thighs jiggle with every tug, and your skin was so soft and the way you stared up at him with those eyes of yours made him go crazy inside

He knows he shouldn’t be having these thoughts, but man oh man

How would it feel like having them littered with bite marks and hickies? How would it feel like if he were to use those squishy thigh to slide his hard-

He prayed you didn’t catch on his thoughts when he stood up, an bulge forming in his pants

Kyle Gaz Garrick

You queued up at a clothing shop, excited to try on one of those compression shirt that you’ve been wanting to get since you seen them online, and it just so happened that this specific black one is on sale

But you know how it is with items that are on sale, they often come in sizes that are either too big or too small

In your case, too small

You tried it on regardless, wedging it through your head with a few grunts

Eventually you got it on, and you looked good, the shirt clearly hugging onto your figure and showing off your features

But you can barely breathe

“Sweetheart ye done?” Your boyfriend Kyle asked as he knocks your door gently

You adjusted yourself better and held your breath as you open the door and grin

His eyes widen as he takes in your form, hands already on you as he praises and smirk back at you

“Holy damn- look at you, my sexy thing~”

He gave you a lil turn until he realized your breath were strained, and you were using your neck muscles more, not to mention each breath you took was shorter and more frequent

He instantly pulled the shirt around your chest a little, then frowning as he stared back at you with nothing but concerns in his eyes

“Hey its too tight isnt it?” He whispered softly as he rest his warm hands on your waist

“Yeah but, I look good though”

“Nuh uh, that doesn’t matter if you can’t breathe baby”

“But its on sale!”

“We can go other outlet to check it”

“Thats so much trouble though”

“Its not I promise, lets get these out okay?”

He gave a kiss on your head as he slowly raised em up, until it was around your chest

“Jesus…” he mutters in a whisper as he takes a look at you through the mirror, the shirt did looked hella good on you, but seeing your skin exposed like this? Mmm that’s a better view

You watched as he slowly kneel down and trace his lips around your hips, you squirmed slightly as you nudge his head

“K-kyle, we cant-“

“Shh”

He shushed before kissing on your skin, nibbling it as he left them everywhere, then giving a hard suck just above your V line all of the sudden as you let out a choked sob

He lets go and lick his lips as he looks up at you with a devilish grin

“I’ll wait outside, yeah?”

He whispered when he stood up and left the changing room, you contemplated if you seriously needed that compression shirt as you look at the mark he left you, god does he knows just how to rile you up

Simon Ghost Riley

You hissed out with a suppressed groan as you lay against the couch with a bandage over your abdomen, without painkillers the dull aching pain was getting to you

You had a stab wound at the very last moment during the mission and Ghost had to settled it hastily with the med kit, bringing you to a safe house nearby

You didnt even realize you had goosebumps all over your arm as you shiver slightly, your shirt was torn in the process and some of it were used as a makeshift tourniquet to cut off the blood supply, now only having a pillow covering your chest

“Here”

You heard a gruff voice behind you as something was tossed over your head, you quickly picked it up and realize it was one of his spare t shirt

You complied and wore it, realizing it was HUGE, the hem of the shirt extended until your thighs and the sleeves were covering until your forearm

You let out a hum of amusement as you whispered back a small “thanks” as you slide back to the couch

It smelled like him, and its warm and rather cozy, and that gave you a some comfort

You closed your eyes as you pulled up the shirt slightly so that the neckline was covering your nose, inhaling it and breathing slowly until eventually you dozed off

It will take a few hours before help can arrive anyways

Ghost had been watching from the side, and seeing how his clothe draped over your form has definitely awaken something in him

He slowly, and quietly kneel down beside you, careful not to stir you awake as he observes and look at you closely

God, he’d never realize how good you looked in something that was his

He wonders how you would look like with nothing but his big t shirt

It felt like he was marking you in some ways, showing off(albeit theres no one else) to everyone that you’re his(even though you’re not……yet)

What really made him clenched his jaw was how you were inhaling his smell, did you liked his scent that much? Mmm if only…

If only he could take you and cover you in his musk, rubbing it off on yours, letting everyone knows just who claimed you

John Soap MacTavish

You were training with him today to improve your hand-to-hand combat skills

One thing about Soap is that he will never go easy on you

So he would flip you, get you into a headlock, knocked you over with every chance he get

“Come on, yer need to faster rookie”

You huff and glare back at him as you take your stance, muscles already aching as you tug your pants

You regretted wearing this one

For some reason, you couldn’t find any regular pants you wear and so you dug out this old pants, but it was much bigger and it was falling every few seconds

You would’ve worn a belt, you should’ve worn a belt but you were rushing and didn’t thought about it

As you get distracted, Soap lunged on you as you barely avoided his fist, but he was fast as he gave a kick on your feet, tumbling you down for probably the 20th time on this session as you yelped

He grin and lets out a victorious laugh as he looked down on you, then stops as he notice just a small part of your undies revealing, along with a tattoo that was around your back, oh

You were on the ground, with your face towards the floor and ass towards him as you groan, panting out a few breaths as you try to lift yourself up slowly

“Giving up already?” He tuts as he comes closer and squat down, taking a better look at your backside with half-lidded eyes

He never knew you had tattoo, and it’s one of those tramp stamp nonetheless, which was really hot in his opinion. You had a small symmetrical wings with some thorns beside it as a design

But what really caught his attention was the hem of your undies, black, nothing crazy but still, it clearly distracts him enough that he didnt realize you were watching him stare at you

“Enjoying the view, Sarge?”

You wiggle your ass as he snapped out of his trance and cleared his throat, looking away with a blush.

“Ah-sorry, didnt mean to stare”

“You can stare”

He looked back at you with a frown as you flash him a grin, arching your back slightly as you wiggle your ass again

“Yer gonna be the death of me” he said with a laugh as he slaps your ass slightly, making you yelp as you giggled and tries to sit up, only to be yanked by your leg as he spins you around

Your legs were now beside his waist as he pulls you close, grinding on you as you blush

“Lets get on with a few private lessons…yeah?”

a/n: im updating Gaz's color with pink instead of yellow bcuz my friend mentioned it was hard to see if someone uses light mode tumblr :]

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[vmpiires]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐎 𝐊𝐀𝐌𝐎

„𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐓𝐘”

𝐂𝐖;; mature content. afab!reader, stoner!choso, non-curse/sorcerer AU, no uses of y/n. not proofread so i apologize in advance for any mistakes if they’re made.

𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓;; choso’s mind has been spiraling for a couple days now. the fact that you wrote your phone number down on his hand had him going. he wanted to call you. he wanted to text you. but he just couldn’t. in order to be sanitary, he’d write the number down again on a sticky note and scrubbed the ink off his skin. he didn’t have time for a lover…but he felt like making time for you.

₊❏❜ ⋮ part one ⌒

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: ̗̀➛ art creds by;; currently unknown. dividers are not mine, if you own these, you may claim them in comments.

: ̗̀➛ WORD COUNT;; 2.33K

dark mode recommended

do not copy this plot. i’m perfectly fine with inspirations but give creds. if this plot his stolen in any way, the post will be taken down and you will be blocked.

𝐃𝐀𝐊𝐎𝐓𝐀𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄𝐒 ✉️🖇️;; idk how long this story will stretch but if ya like it,, i’ll make more parts to it. not too many though. i wanna get to geto too (as promised). hope ya enjoyyyy. reblog to support meeee and if you want more :D (also lmk if you wanna be tagged for possible upcoming parts if i decide to continue)

another note: i finally made a masterlist. that shit took me 5 HOURS to make because i was fixing and adding so much stuff. i just wanted it to be pretty. ya should go look at it :P and should i make a AO3??? i see so many writers with them and i was wondering if i should do that too..

final note: guys,, remember this is my personal twist on the mid 90’s era so some things from current time will be put into the story (such as the ability to text without emailing one another or using a pager, familiar current time songs that are added into the 90’s era of this story, certain tv shows/movies that came after the 90’s)

₊❏❜ ⋮ continue to part three ⌒

“choso, we should make the house look like a haunted house!” itadori suggests. october was the season of spooks and scares (as yuji put it) and choso wasn’t into festivities that much but if he had to do it to make his little brother happy, he would do it.

the boys make their way to the nearby department store, letting yuji pick out what decorations should be put up in the house. for a little boy, choso didn’t even even pick up how significantly scary the items were because yuji wasn’t shitting himself out of fear.

“uh…yuji, i know you said you wanted the place to look like a haunted house…are you sure you won’t freak yourself out and start crying?” choso said, stifling his laughter.

“i’m not gonna cry.” yuji crossed his arms. “and i’m not scared of some dumb clowns. they’re just decorations, anyway.”

yuji was more mature than he looked…in the aspect of fear. he was a small boy but things didn’t scare him easily. you could say he’s a risk taker outside his moments of vulnerability. choso knew that he’d might jump back behind him, tightly holding the hem his tan sweater if he saw kechizu. the male finally smiles at the pink haired boy and nods.

“you’re right. they’re fake.” choso says calmly.

as they approach the checkout area, yuji sees the food area. serving simple things like pizza, hotdogs and drinks. the stuff you’d find at a concession stand of a sports game.

“can we get a pizza?” yuji asked. choso paused. he didn’t intend on spending 13 dollars on food from a department store. he had other plans anyway.

“you sure you want that? i was gonna get you a happy meal before we went home.” the male yawned, threading his fingers through his hair. the sudden mention of a happy meal excites yuji like a child on christmas morning.

“never mind, i don’t want pizza.” itadori quickly switches. choso chuckled, knowing how easy it was to get yuji to think about his choices.

“aw, cute kid,” choso heard a voice behind him. the male whipped his head around, his brown hair following along with him, only to see you standing there with a smile.

“is this your little brother?”

choso flushed a red color when he instantly remembered your face, almost making him feel bad for not calling you or texting you since you dropped off your number to him. he was feeling slightly embarrassed.

“uh..yeah, that’s—this is yuji.” he stumbles a bit, trying not to make his embarrassment known. itadori already knows the deal, so he waves at you with a big toothy grin, making you smile and wave back at him.

“um..what’re you doing here?” choso queried, trying to spark a conversation first for once. the male was obviously nervous and you could see his cheeks reddening the more he looked at you. if you didn’t know any better, you would’ve thought he would explode right in front of your eyes.

“shopping, like everyone else,” you teased. “but really, i just gotta pick some stuff up for my mom and then i’ll be on my way.”

your eyes travel over to the shopping cart that yuji was clinging onto, looking at the halloweeny decorations and you smile.

“you don’t seem like the type to be into holidays really,” you start, “did your brother convince you?”

choso also looked at the shopping cart full of stuff and blushed even harder. he was already flustered enough. it couldn’t get any worse than this.

“oh—no..he didn’t,” he chuckled nervously, “i actually really like halloween. the scary shit—stuff…you know, the movies? they’re cool.”

you giggled at choso’s nervous attempts to speak to you about the festivities that he almost never participated in and the quick fix with his mistake of swearing in front of yuji like he wasn’t there.

“oh, so you like horror movies? yeah, you strike me as that kind of guy.” you said. you couldn’t help but notice his medium length hair, just like you had seen the other night when he was working, flowing in the wind that came through as the store doors slowly slid themselves open as customers exited the building.

the male wore an oversized tan sweater with a pair of joggers and some sneakers. you could tell this was a lazy outfit. something you’d call a ‘no one will see me’ outfit.

his eyes were tired and he had a stoic expression, aside from his profuse blushing that began to die down when he finally got the chance to relax, having his hands shoved down into his pant pockets. his irises were so pretty. a pretty shade of purple. you never seen anyone’s eyes look like his before.

the silence prolonged for a moment. the two of you suddenly ran out of things to say. this was perfectly fine for choso. he would’ve lost his mind if he had to keep talking. it wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy talking to you. he was just too scared.

but it wasn’t long before that silence was disturbed.

“my big brother really likes you. he thinks you’re pre—” itadori starts before choso swiftly covers his mouth with his significantly larger hand, making you giggle once more.

“i’m sorry about that…yuji just likes to say random stuff when the silence is too loud for him.” choso said trying to cover up his embarrassment.

“it’s okay,” you smiled at him. your words seemed to ease his nerves a bit but it wasn’t enough to completely calm him down. you glance down at your phone when you feel it vibrate against your thigh.

it’s your mom texting you, asking if you’re on your way back.

“oh, sh—shoot,” you say, quickly fixing your mistake before you actually said it. “i gotta go. my mom just texted.”

choso is quickly snapped out of his embarrassment trance and his head swings over to look at you, his hair following along.

“you’re going?” he asked. through his dead and serious expression, you could see a hint of sadness. a very small change in his usual expression. you nod.

“yeah. but listen, you should call me. you don’t have my number just to stare at it.” you remarked before hurrying off, waving at him as you did.

once you were out of his sight, his eyes quickly struck down to yuji. he looked like he wanted to scold the poor boy for publicly embarrassing him in front of you but he decided against it and his expression softened.

“let’s just get home…” the male sighed.

choso was happy it’s his day off. he got to stay home with his little brother to help decorate their home with terrifying decorations for halloween. choso couldn’t help but smile at yuji’s futile attempts to scare him with the masks from the store.

“come on, you aren’t even a little scared?” yuji removed the mask from his face and shook his head to fix his hair, which was flattened and sticking to his forehead.

“not even in the slightest.” choso chuckled before ruffling itadori’s hair lightly. “what about your friends? you try to scare them yet?”

“megumi is almost never impressed. he’s kinda lame….and out of the question.” yuji hummed. “but i can get nobara. she’s always screaming.”

“well, you can do that tomorrow,” choso yawned, “you gotta get ready for bed soon. you got school in the morning and i don’t want you to be tired and falling asleep in class.”

yuji frowned before he’d hug choso. it took a moment for choso to process the moment, given that he wasn’t too used to being hugged. choso finally hugged the boy back before smiling softly.

“i’ll see you tomorrow, okay?”

yuji nodded and smiled back at his older brother before making his way to his room.

when yuji had finally gone to sleep, the house was quiet, leaving choso staring at the ceiling with his hair in disarray and an unlit cigarette between his lips all while he laid on the bed, doing maladaptive night dreaming.

‘workin out’ by JID played softly from the small radio that sat on the windowsill. his eyes slowly traveled over to the shoe box that stood out from all the other boxes in his closet. there was a bright yellow sticky note at the top with what seemed to have your phone number on it along with your name.

the male sat up on the bed and walked over to the box, snatching the sticky note from the box then walking over to his laptop that sat on the umber colored desk.

choso opened the laptop and navigated to the facetime app and decided to punch in your number. he could feel his stomach turning as the low adverb jingling sound repeated itself.

while he waited for you to answer, he’d take one of the rubber bands off of his wrist and tie his hair back, leaving his bangs to hang down in his face. he even took the time to fix the violet eyeshadow that he always had around his eyes, staining his fingers each time he touched around his eyelids. and finally, he’d press down on the bandage over his nose to make sure it was still sticking.

you suddenly pick up, finally answering choso’s call. your room was a bit dark like his, except you had your tv going on in the background. it was loud enough for choso to be able to hear.

unlike choso, you were sitting on your bed with your laptop. you had your hair tied up in twin messy buns with a little bit of your hair hanging down in your face. you wore a black spaghetti strap tank top, revealing the tattoo on your shoulder, and a pair of grey joggers with mismatch socks.

“i honestly did not hear this thing going off,” you giggled as you pushed the hair out of your face. you had been downstairs grabbing yourself a drink while choso was calling. “i’m sorry i didn’t answer right away, though.”

“oh..no, it’s fine. you aren’t busy are you?”

“no, not really. i was thinking about finishing this show i was watching. have you heard of american horror story?”

“yeah, i heard of it. i just never got around to watching it. i’d rather watch movies than an ongoing series.” choso explained simply before he’d light his cigarette. you nod, completely understanding his side.

“shit, well, what movies do you recommend? horror movies, since we’re in spooky season.” you flash a cheeky smile at him. choso’s heart skips a beat when you finally ask him what he’s interested in. he pauses and begins thinking, taking drags from his cigarette.

“there’s one movie, i can’t tell you all of em off the top of my head,” he begins, “watch midsommar. it’s kinda disturbing but you might like it.”

“is it gory horror or..?” you ask before taking a sip of your drink as you began to type in the movie name into the search bar in another tab, scrolling through websites to catch any good details about said movie.

“you’ll have to see for yourself,” choso places two of his digits around the cigarette, gently adjusting it between his lips before it could slip out. you realize the longer you talked to him, the more comfortable he seemed to be but you could still see that he was nervous.

“maybe we can see about it together,” you suggest to the male. “whenever you’re free, of course.” you add quickly. all of a sudden, choso is blushing just as he did at the store earlier that day. you thought it was kinda adorable how he could look so disinterested to suddenly flustered and scared so quickly.

“i—well..” choso stammered, “yeah, sure…uh, we can watch tomorrow night when i put my little brother to bed. i don’t want him interrupting anything.”

you giggled, “aw, he’s so cute, though. but i get it. little kids can get in the way of a lot of stuff.”

the two of you conversed for what felt like hours. your voice was soothing to choso. each time you began to speak, he just imagined you calling his name…just once.

your call with choso ended around three in the morning, and your cheeks were pink, smiling to yourself as you remembered the random conversations that you two had not too long ago.

you hadn’t felt like this about a guy in a long time. while men were usually throwing themselves at you, choso was clearly the odd one out. he was a bit shy but assertive and smart.

choso’s voice was deep as it came from the depths of the ocean but his words flowed smoothly like butter when he wasn’t tripping and fumbling with his words trying to hide his embarrassment.

his style, his personality, the way he looked. in your eyes he was perfect but there were a million things stopping you from telling him you loved him.

what if he has a girlfriend already? what if he isn’t ready for a relationship? what if he doesn’t want one? he probably just wants to be friends.

aside from all those thoughts clogging your brain, you were aware that you’d be moving to fast by throwing that L word around loosely when you just met him a couple days ago.

“damn it.” choso sighed to himself.

‘you’re falling for her…but you don’t have time for her. what’re you doing?’ choso was beating himself up about the whole entire situation. another cigarette is taken out of the pack and lightened as he tried to calm his anxiety and spiraling thoughts.

he was going crazy. he didn’t know what he would do. he wanted you out of his head. he was starting to feel stupid for letting you swoon him as easily as you did at the bar.

part of him wished he never met you…

but he needed more of you.

𝐄𝐍𝐃.

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[johnbleepingzoidberg]

UNTITLED EVIL LUIGI AU COMIC THING | Page 2 & 3 of (???)

Eggman Bowser’s come to make an announcement. Particularly to shut down any premonitions Mario may be holding onto a little too tightly. Bowser and Mario are able to set aside their differences (for now, at least) so that they can work together on a common goal-- figuring out where the hell Luigi is.

(A/N under cut)

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believe me when i say i really wanted to link all the pages together in a neat, practical way so that everything would appear more organized than it actually is, but tumblr hates me and won’t let my posts show up in the tags if i include a hyperlink of any kind. :D

i read somewhere that tumblr only disallows posts from showing up in tags if it includes an external link (vs an internal/link to another tumblr page), which, in theory, shouldnt be an issue since the pages i’d be linking to are also on tumblr but regardless it’s not cooperating with me anyway. i’ve been on tumblr for what feels like a million years but this is the first time ive tried to make my posts cohesive like this so if anyone knows how to fix this issue im all ears 🙃 for the record, everything related to this au will be going into the following tags on my blog: #my art, and #evil luigi au. we’ll just have to sort things that way for now, i guess 😭

i start work tomorrow so can’t say when there will be a new page but i do have a lot planned out already. so hopefully i’ll be able to continue what ive started for at least a handful of more pages 🤠 next page will be fun to work on. for a bowuigi-centered story, where’s the luigi?! he’ll show up soon. just in the form of a flashback for now though 👀

also sorry if my handwriting is evil. it’s just personally easier/faster to write out everything by hand than type everything out but i may try to type the next page’s dialogue to see how it goes and to see if it makes things look ✨cleaner✨

(also also i spent so much time trying to figure out how to draw them doing a handshake for the “truce” panel. i ultimately failed. therefore.... fist bumps LMAO)

#bowuigi #bowser x luigi #bowser #mario #super mario bros #super mario movie #bowuigi comic #my art #mine #evil luigi au #remember how i said last time there will be absolutely no consistency to this in any sense of the word #these 2 pages really showcase that LOL #love how i go from drawing bowser with a full set of teeth to like. 3 #maybe i really should consider typing out the text thatd probably help #anyway i hope i can keep this going for a bit #i do plan on writing an original comic someday so this is good practice/is a good confidence booster for me #i love drawing bowser holding teeny ass cups. it is so funny to me. why #also working on trying to better distinguish this story from mr L's story #because when i started it i did not really know about the whole mr L thing LOL #so im hoping it doesnt seem like im trying to like.......rip off that whole concept #that would be sad :(

[suniix]

i love you | yuta x reader

synopsis | yuta tells you he loves you for the first time before he leaves

word count | 526

note | sorry for being dead. got discouraged from posting bc my stuff won’t show up in tags if i have any links 💀 idk if im shadow banned (how does one tell?🙃) or maybe tumblr is just being dumb.. anyways i kinda gave up at the end idk if you can tell

“I love you.”

His words of affection broke the peaceful air. The trees stopped rustling and the cicadas stopped their summer song. It seemed as though even the world became quiet to listen to his confession.

You could only stare in surprise. When Yuta had asked you to hang out one final time before he left for training you were expecting a sad talk about his journey to becoming a jujutsu sorcerer, not a confession.

The world grew impatient at your lack of response. A gentle breeze started up again, a little fiercer than before, and Yuta’s freshly cut hair moved along with it. You remember the day Maki told you about Yuta getting his haircut. You nearly dropped to your knees in the middle of practice at the news.

This is it! You thought. He’ll come in with an ugly haircut and I’ll finally get over him!

What you weren’t expecting was him to look even better with his new haircut. You didn’t know whether to cry out in joy or pain. Maki could only roll her eyes at your exaggerated response while Panda and Inumaki snickered on the sidelines.

After that day Yuta seemed to carry himself differently. He stood straight and no longer mumbled when talking to others. Yuta’s gentle eyes still remained the same, but now there was a determined look in them. Those same eyes stared deeply into your own, waiting patiently for a response.

You almost forgot you were in the middle of a confession.

You opened your mouth but no sound left it. You wanted to respond, you truly did, but you were scared. Curse Yuta, why did he have to drop something that big before he left. If you hadn’t known this information his departure would have hurt less. You would have eventually gotten over your feelings and moved on, maybe. Now you’ll be forced to live without him, imagining what could have been if you had taken the risk and said something earlier.

Yuta noticed your hesitation to speak and gently grabbed your hands with his. You failed to notice the shake of his hands, focusing more on how cold they were. Was it always this cold during the summer?

“(Y/n)? Are you alright?”

Alright? How could you be alright? The moment you find out your love is reciprocated he has to leave. Your heart ached, already missing him despite him being right in front of you. It felt as though he was miles away from your reach.

“Please don’t leave.” You whispered, afraid if you said it any louder your heart would be forced to accept reality and the tears building up in your eyes would spill.

Yuta gripped your hands tighter. “I’m sorry, but I have to.” He let go of your hand and cupped your cheek. You allowed yourself to accept the affection, nuzzling into his hand. His hands were warmer now.

“I promise I’ll come back, stronger than before, and when I do, I will still love you the same.” He whispered, placing his forehead on yours.

That night your love left, taking your heart with him with the promise of returning.

thank you for reading till the end! :D

#yuuta okkotsu #yuuta x reader #yuuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuuta x reader #yuta okkotsu #yuta x reader #yuta okkotsu x reader #okkotsu yuta x reader #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen x reader #reader insert

[negans-lucille-tblr]

My Worthless Love || Part Five

Summary: At first, Dean can’t believe his luck that he gets to date a porn star, but soon the cracks start to show, and Dean gets to see a totally different side to the industry that bursts his bubble and leaves him torn. 

Rating: 18+

Part Tags: teasing, flirting, anxiety, mentions of drug use, misogyny, inappropriate groping, blowjobs, mentions of step father/daughter scenes, jealousy, angst

Part WC: 2250

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“Jesus, you look good in that,” Dean can’t help but tell her as he watches Y/N fuss with the hem of the shorts she’s wearing. 

“I do? It’s okay?” she worries, turning herself around to check herself over in the mirror. 

Y/N’s makeshift dressing room is some kind of spare bedroom in the large house they’re renting for the shoot. Or maybe it’s someone’s actual home, Dean can’t be sure. Either way it’s ten times bigger than anything Dean’s ever stepped in before, and he can see why so many people decide to get into this kind of industry if this is the sort of money it can make you. 

“Sweetheart, if I wasn’t already jealous that some other guy gets you today, then I definitely am now.” Dean makes it no secret that his eyes have dropped to her ass, and Y/N rolls her eyes at him through her reflection, shaking her head. 

“You’re such a guy sometimes,” she complains with a soft smirk. But then it fades and she fusses with her shorts once more, clearly not happy with them. “I don’t know, I don’t think Marv will like them,” she stresses. 

“Who the fuck is Marv?” Dean asks, feeling insulted on her behalf that this Marv guy could have any kind of issue with how she looks in her outfit. 

“The director, so it’s pretty important he’s happy,” she explains. “I have shorter ones but they’re so uncomfortable.” 

“Those are fine,” Dean insists, watching her chew down on her bottom lip all the same, her eyes occasionally drifting over to the shorter pair draped on the back of the arm chair. 

“If Marv’s not happy then Dick won’t be happy,” she continues to fret, like she’s not even listening to Dean. 

“I’ll tell you whose dick is happy,” he tries to tease, just to lighten the mood. But Y/N shoots him a glare that this time isn’t so playful, and Dean realises she’s probably not in the right frame of mind to be cheered up by his juvenile attempts to wind her up. “Who’s Dick, anyway?” he asks next. 

“My agent,” she explains briefly. 

“Your agent is called Dick?” Dean can’t help but chuckle slightly. 

“Yep, and he’s true to his name, so I’d rather not upset him too.” 

Dean purses his lips, seeing how genuinely anxious Y/N seems to be to be letting anyone down, and he wonders what the ramifications would be for her if she did. Surely it would be nothing too serious, right? Probably just a slap on the wrist and told to do better? Not that Dean thinks Y/N is doing anything wrong, especially not when she’s only wearing a pair of shorts they might not love. It’s hardly a crime. 

A knock at the bedroom door breaks Dean’s thoughts, and someone is already walking in before they can be invited in. 

“Marv wants you on set,” Y/N is informed by some guy Dean’s not even seen before. “You’re wearing that?” 

“Is it okay?” Y/N chokes out, a shake in her voice. 

“That’s up to Marv, I guess,” the guy shrugs. “C’mon, we’re running behind.” 

Y/N takes a deep breath as the guy leaves, and she looks in the mirror one last time and tweaks her hair before rummaging in her purse. Dean hears the rustle of some kind of packet, and leans just enough to see her popping two pills out of a packet that Dean doesn’t recognise, grabbing her water and knocking them both back. 

“Are you feeling okay?” Dean checks. 

Y/N looks over her shoulder, confused for a second and then down at the packet in her hands, before quickly stuffing it back into her purse. 

“I’m fine, don’t worry about it,” she forces a smile at him and clears her throat. “C’mon, I don’t want to keep them waiting.” 

Dean follows Y/N quietly, still thinking about her taking whatever the hell she just took and why. What the hell is she expecting this guy to do to her? Does she have to be medicated just to do her job? That can’t be healthy. He wants to pry some more, probe her on what they are and why she takes them, but he knows now is not the time, and he doesn’t want to seem like he’s about to lecture her, she seems to be under enough pressure right now as it is. 

They get to set quicker than Dean had thought they would, and he stays where she tells him to, watching on silently as she heads towards the camera that’s set up, pointing towards a couch in a grand, large living room. 

“There you are,” some older guy grunts. Dean observes the man’s khaki cut offs and the oversized t-shirt that’s doing very little to disguise the obvious beer belly underneath it, the shine on the top of the man’s balding head is almost blinding. “You’re late,” he barks at her. “And you’re wearing that?” he huffs, clearly not impressed. 

“I just thought that–” 

“I don’t pay you to think, sweetheart, I pay you to fuck.” 

“Right, of course, it’s just I’m playing the step-daughter, right? And I figured–” 

But once again Y/N is cut off by the same guy. “I’m the director, I do the thinking,” he tells her condescendingly. 

“Of course, Marv, I’m sorry,” she relents, offering him a shaky smile. 

He huffs another deep breath and reaches out for her, grabbing at her thighs and the hem of her shorts. Y/N instantly looks uncomfortable, but she doesn’t say anything, and Dean doesn’t even notice that he’s clenched his hands into fists until his fingers begin to tingle. 

“Can you at least make them shorter?” Marv grunts, fussing with her shorts as he tries to do just that. Suddenly, some other guy is at her side, also doing the same thing, and Y/N lets herself get tugged around as they deal with the supposed issue. 

Dean has to fight everything inside him not to go over there and whisk her away, but eventually both of them step back, and begin to talk to one another like she’s not even there. 

“It’ll do I guess, we can just make sure she takes them off earlier in the script,” the other guy offers as a solution. 

“What panties are you wearing?” Marv barks at her. 

“Lace thong like you told me,” she replies, suddenly looking worried that she’s got that wrong too. 

“Fine. We can’t waste any more time,” Marv insists. “Go take your place.” 

Dean watches as Y/N obediently does what she’s told, making her way over to the couch and climbing onto it, letting some guy approach her to tweak her clothing and hair. From the little Dean knows about normal movie and tv sets, he assumes that usually, these things are taken care of by the make-up artists or stylists or something, not some random guy that seems to be just taking advantage of the free grope. Either way, Y/N doesn’t complain, and she clears her throat and picks up the TV remote beside her, playing with it quietly as she waits. 

“Where’s Nick?” Someone calls out, and people start looking around the set, some glancing over at Dean. 

“I’m coming,” Dean hears someone call from behind him and turns his head to see some older guy approaching. 

He’s not quite as tragic as poor Marv, he’s clearly many years older than Y/N, but he seems well kept. Dean assumes Nick is the other star of this show, especially after Y/N had briefly explained the plot of the scene being one of those classic step father seducing his new step daughter type ones. Apparently, she gets cast for a lot of those because she looks young and innocent enough. 

“You,” Nick barks, pointing right at Dean. “I’ll have a double espresso and a blueberry muffin, but make sure it’s gluten free, don’t wanna bloat on camera.” 

Dean frowns for a second, before realising the actor’s mistake. “I’m not… urm… I don’t work here.” 

“You don’t?” Nick frowns, crossing his arms over his chest, confused by Dean’s comment. 

“I’m… I’m Y/N’s boyfriend,” he explains. 

“Who?”

“Y/N… the urm…” Dean gestures towards her on the couch and Nick looks and his eyes widen. 

“Oh, that’s her name,” he nods. “Not worked with her before, but damn been looking forward to it,” he grins at Dean. “Y’know, she’d be a big name if she took some of those things off her limits list.” 

Dean’s almost relieved to hear that Y/N even has a limits list, but then is instantly pissed off with this guy for suggesting she compromises on her boundaries for a job that is clearly already sucking the life out of her.

“You should talk to her about that, get her to lighten up,” Nick adds with a smug grin. Dean forces a smile, but doesn’t trust himself to reply verbally, so he just nods his head. “Anyways, anything I should know about your girl? Anything that drives her crazy?” he blinks. Dean’s dumbfounded by the question, so much so he doesn’t even know how to answer. “You know what, dude? Don’t sweat it, I’m sure I’ll figure it out, these sluts are all the same.” 

As Nick saunters off towards the set, Dean clenches his jaw. “She’s gonna fake it anyway,” he mutters to himself, glaring at Nick’s back and wishing that he didn’t have to go anywhere near Y/N. 

If Dean had been uncomfortable with random men groping Y/N before she even made it on set, or with Nick talking about her the way he did, then he’s even more uncomfortable watching Y/N’s hair wind around Nick’s fist as she kneels at his feet and starts to suck his cock. He’s seen her do this to other men plenty of times before, but it’s so different seeing it on a computer screen as opposed to right there in front of him with his own two eyes. There’s a camera man standing practically directly over them, but Dean also has a second view from the viewing screen that Marv is watching intently. And Dean’s fairly sure Y/N isn’t enjoying it, because he can see from the look in her eyes as she looks up at Nick that it’s not the same expression she’s ever given him. That fills him with a little comfort – at least until he considers the fact that that means that she isn’t enjoying herself. 

It’s a bittersweet thought to Dean, that he can’t quite get his head around. In some ways, it’s a good stroke to his ego that she’s clearly not enjoying herself with this guy like she does with him, and it only confirms what she and Sam have been reassuring him that porn is fake, and that at least when she’s with Dean, she’s authentic and it’s real between them. But then on the other side of that coin, it means that she’s putting herself through something so degrading and dehumanising, taking god knows what just to see it through, and she doesn’t even get anything good out of it except an apartment that’s a little nicer than Dean’s. There has to be more to her decision to do this job than just money. 

“You’re killing me, sweetheart!” Marv shouts out, and Dean realises that Y/N is pulling away, reaching up to wipe drool from her chin as she coughs and splutters, turning her face away from the camera. “What the fuck is wrong with you today?” 

“Sorry,” she chokes out. “I’ll keep going,” she confirms, resettling back into her original position. 

As she begins again, Marv groans in exasperation. “At least pretend you’re enjoying yourself!” he shouts out. Y/N grows a little more enthusiastic, but the message clearly hasn’t been delivered to her face, because there’s not even a hint of a smile on her features. 

That’s when Marv glances over his shoulder, his eyes falling on Dean, and he pulls another guy to one side and whispers something to him. The guy approaches Dean now, and Dean wonders what the hell is going on as Y/N still tries her best to put on a performance in the background. 

“You need to leave.” 

“Leave?” Dean frowns. “I’m not doing anything,” he argues. 

“You’re putting her off. Get out of here.” 

Dean wants to protest some more, glancing over the guy’s shoulder towards Y/N who is concentrating on her work. He doesn’t want to cause any further problems for her, and she definitely isn’t as on the ball as she’s seemed in the movies he’s seen before. Maybe him being here is an issue. But he also doesn’t want to leave her alone with a room of what he can only describe as asshole perverts. 

“I should stay,” he concludes. 

“You should go, or you’ll be taking your girlfriend with you. Marv is losing his patience with her.” 

Dean takes a deep breath. He doesn’t want to be the reason she loses her job. With one last glance in her direction to be sure she’ll be okay, he clenches his jaw and turns on his heels, already worried he’s making a mistake.

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The Freak and The Princess (II)

Summary: Eddie lets you walk by during his rant in the cafeteria, stumped by your quietness and manners toward the town freak. He then decides to be the perfect gentlemen. [Part 2/5] 1.7k+ Words

Warnings: blood and stitches, flirty best friend Steve Harrington?, but other than that none that I know of!

A/N: Thank you so much for all the love y'all showed Part 1! I feel like I should call this Part 1.5 because Eddie isn't in much of it but it is setup for an eventful Part 3. (Apologies for any inconsistencies in the formatting, I’m uploading from the mobile app and I'm planning to review it later.) I edited this and proofread it, but please point out any errors or things that you like! And please send requests; all the characters I write for are under my tag #characters! Hope you enjoy! :) Part I

The Freak and The Princess

Part Two: More of a Prince

“I’ll see you in the morning,” Eddie said, opening the door of his van for me.

“Eddie, you really don’t have to drive me to school every day. It’s a 10-minute walk, I can manage.”

“I’m sure you can, but I’d prefer knowing you’re safe,” he said, more serious than I’d heard before.

“Thanks. For chauffeuring me everywhere and for the milkshakes.”

“Anything for you, princess.”

He waited until I was safe inside to pull out, waving as he drove away. I put my things away and collapsed on my bed, groaning as my phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered.

“Hey, babe. We have a slight problem. Are you busy?” Steve asked, slightly out of breath.

“Russian soldiers slight or Dustin fell off his bike slight?” I questioned, sitting up.

“The second one. There was an accident and there is a lot of blood, and I don’t really know what to do.”

“Where are you?”

“Hawkins High. Back parking lot. Thank you,” he said before hanging up.

“What did you get into, Steve Harrington?” I whispered as I grabbed my purse and started running toward the school. I turned the corner into the back lot, seeing Dustin and Lucas lying on the blacktop, laughing weakly.

“Steve?” I called as I approached.

“Oh, thank you,” he mumbled, jogging toward me. “They were playing some game and got spooked by something, I think? They won’t really tell me what happened, and they won’t let me take them to the hospital.”

I nodded, handing him my bag and kneeling by them. I noticed that most of Dustin's blood was from a gash below his hairline.

“Steve, I need something to stop the bleeding. Is there any cloth in my purse?” I heard him open it before handing me a white shirt. “Sorry, Eddie,” I thought before pushing it against Dustin’s head. “Hold this here, keep firm pressure,” I instructed Dustin before turning to Lucas. “Where are you hurt?”

He held up his arm, a deep cut spanning his forearm.

“Steve?” I asked, looking up at him. “He needs stitches.”

“No hospitals!” Dustin and Lucas yelled.

“Fine, fine,” I said, thinking. “Can you get us into the school, Steve?”

“Let me go check the doors. If they’re locked, I can’t, not without breaking in anyway,” he said before running toward the building.

“What happened?” I asked Dustin.

“You can’t tell Steve,” he said. I nodded, and he started talking again, “We were playing a new game that Eddie showed us, I don't remember the name of it. Neither one of us realized Jason and his goons were here until they came out and started hitting us.”

“Jason Carver did this?” I asked.

“Yeah,” Lucas said slowly, watching me from the corner of his eye.

I clenched my jaw, looking back to the building to see Steve running back, shaking his head.

“I have the stuff to do it at my place, can you drive them?” I asked.

Steve nodded, helping Dustin up and into the car as I did the same with Lucas. I had one side of my shirt pressed against his arm to stop the bleeding.

“Dustin gets shotgun,” I said, climbing into the back with Lucas to keep pressure on his cut. His blinks were getting heavy. “Stay awake, Lucas, talk to me about your D&D Campaign, basketball, anything.”

He launched into a speech about the current campaign, not stopping until we got to my house and climbed out of the car. We got them into the house and sat them down at the dining table.

“Steve, get towels and the first aid kit. Both are in the closet in the hallway,” I instructed.

He returned quickly with the first aid kit and a handful of towels. He pressed one of the towels against Dustin’s head, tossing the Hellfire shirt into the kitchen sink. I laid a towel under Lucas’s arm, pulling the alcohol and stitching supplies from the first aid kit.

“This is going to hurt, Lucas,” I said gently, kneeling beside him, “if you feel like you’re going to pass out, don’t fight it, ok?”

He nodded, and I poured the alcohol on his arm, grimacing as he yelled in pain. I started the stitches, noticing that he lost consciousness after the fourth one.

“Dustin, stay awake, man,” Steve said to Dustin. “What does he need? The bleeding stopped.”

“I don’t think he has a concussion, but we need to be careful. Just put a bandage on his head and we’ll keep an eye on him. If he falls asleep, just make sure to check on him and wake him every hour or so.”

Steve placed a bandage on Dustin’s head, tossing two bloody towels into the sink. He helped Dustin to the couch before filling the sink with cold water and hydrogen peroxide. I put the last stitch in Lucas’s arm, the twelfth one. I replaced the towel under his arm with a clean one before wiping off the excess blood and wrapping it. Steve carried him to the couch before coming back to the dining room.

“Thank you,” he said, picking up the loose first aid kit supplies and placing them back in the box.

“Of course. Glad they’re ok.”

“Mind if we crash here tonight? I’ll take them home first thing in the morning.”

“That’s fine. You can take the guest room if you want.”

Steve nodded, thanking me again. The doorbell rang, and I looked at Steve, who shrugged and followed me to the door. I looked through the peephole, relaxing before pulling the door open.

“Whoa! What happened?” Eddie asked as he saw me, stepping across the threshold and gently grabbing my face.

“Dustin and Lucas got hurt,” I whispered, tilting my head toward the couch. He looked over, saw the bandages littering their bodies, then saw Steve standing behind me.

“You ok, man?” Eddie asked him, pulling away from me and closing the door.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Wish I’d been there when they got hurt. They won’t tell me what happened. I’m gonna head to bed though, we’ll be out of here first thing.” He walked down the hall, and Eddie turned his attention to me again.

“Let’s get you cleaned up?” He phrased it as a question, giving me an out.

I nodded as I grabbed his hand and led him to my bedroom and attached bathroom.

“Swanky digs,” he said as I grabbed some clothes and set them on the vanity top. He grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap from my shower, setting them by the sink. “You change, and wash any blood off your skin, then let me know when you’re done.”

I stepped into the bathroom, pulling the bloody clothes off and washing with the washcloth as I went. I opened the door, carrying my bloody clothes to the kitchen and adding them to the sink. Returning to my room, Eddie was sitting on my bed, his boots and jacket discarded by my window.

“C’mere,” he said, holding his arms out. I climbed onto the bed and fell into his arms. “You alright, princess?”

“Not really,” I whispered. “It could’ve been so much worse.”

“But it wasn’t, because you and Steve were there,” he said, hugging me and rubbing my back.

“Why’d you come back?” I asked, voice muffled by Eddie’s shirt where I had my face buried in his chest.

“You left your history binder in my van. I’m assuming you’re not going to do your homework though?”

I laughed, shaking my head and cuddling closer to Eddie.

“Can I stay here tonight?” he asked. I nodded against him, and he moved to lie down, pulling me to lie beside him, tucked into his side.

“Are you ok? You seem- I don’t know,” I shrugged at the end, failing to find the right word.

“Post-terrified? ‘Cause that’s exactly how I feel. When you opened that door covered in blood, I swear my heart stopped.”

“Sorry.”

“Don’t apologize, princess. I didn’t know what was happening and I was scared, that’s not your fault.”

We lay in silence for a few minutes until Eddie asked, “Wanna skip school tomorrow? Get a long weekend?” I shook my head, already planning what I was going to do to Carver tomorrow. “It’s really late, I don’t think you should go. We all could use a day,” he said, pushing a piece of hair behind my ear. I finally nodded, wrapping my arms around him and trusting he was right. “Get some sleep, princess,” he said, kissing my temple before I drifted off.

I woke up to someone knocking on my door. I wiggled out of Eddie’s arms, opened the door, and saw Dustin standing there.

“Thanks for your help. We’ll see you at Hellfire, right?”

I nodded as Steve came up behind him.

“Go get in the car, Dustin. Thanks again for last night. I called Keith and got us both the night off,” Steve said as he pushed Dustin towards the door.

I smiled my thanks and hugged him before he walked out at the sound of his horn honking. “I’m coming, you little buttheads!”

I turned around to return to bed and saw Eddie smiling at me.

“Have I ever told you you’re a really pretty princess?” he asked, morning voice in full effect.

I fought a losing battle against my ever-growing smile and shook my head as I sat back down.

“Well, you are. Pretty, gorgeous, breathtaking, the list continues.” I turned and hid my face in his shoulder. I felt his shoulder move as he laughed, his hand rubbing circles on my back. I spoke quietly into his shoulder, even though I knew he couldn’t hear me.

“What was that, princess?” he asked, gently lifting my chin with his ring-clad fingers.

“I said, you’re more of a prince than you realize,” I repeated quietly.

A huge grin broke out across Eddie’s face. He pulled me into a hug, collapsing on top of me. “You are something special, princess.”

We spent the day together reading, watching movies, listening to music, and eating most of the snacks I had in the top cabinet, hidden from Dustin. When he went home at the end of the day, my focus shifted entirely to Jason Carver and how I would make him pay.

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[lycanlovingvampyre]

MAG 160 Relisten

Activity on my first listen: head empty, only eyepocalypse...

Yeah, The Eye Opens doesn't sound so good... Neither does the ominous slightly different version of the Institute’s motto...

MARTIN: "I still don’t think we should have brought it." JON: "Oh, it’s better than no warning at all." Hmmm, I think one would have just turned up. Like on the ship to Norway.

JON: "Yeah, well, it technically still belongs to Daisy, so – (small exhale) I’m just glad it’s not some sort of kill room." MARTIN: "Or – (pause for a huffed laugh) Or it is, and she just cleaned it up really well." JON: (small exhale) "Yes." MARTIN: "Are we? – Are we… safe here?" JON: (sigh) "Safe as anywhere. If Elias wanted to find us, I imagine he could, but – I doubt the police will be able to. If nothing else, I’m hoping there’d be some – jurisdiction complications, in Scotland?" I always love how there just happens to be a conversation that tells us where they are (or what object this is about etc.)

MARTIN: "And if she does?" JON: (exhale) "Well. At least we’ll know where she is." And here's the information that we lost Daisy :( Gone full Hunt.

JON: (teasing) "Anyways, don’t tell me the phonebox down there doesn’t appeal to your retro aesthetic." MARTIN: "It – might. Maybe." Ahhhh, the teasing!!!

MARTIN: "You’ll be okay here?" JON: "I’ll be fine." It's so soft...

MARTIN: "I mean, they’ve finished all the interviews? Apparently they’re calling it a 'terror attack.'" From what Basira said in MAG 158 ("From what I saw they’ve been toying with the rest of the Institute, but it won’t be long until they’re all dead or escaped.") I'd call that a proper killing spree.

MARTIN: "And she wasn’t sure which ones you’ve read already, so she, she just said she’d send a bunch." JON: ""There – There are tapes in here, as well. D-Did she say anything about tapes?" MARTIN: "She didn’t mention it? – But I didn’t check it until after the call." Do you know how long it took me to realize these are not the statements Basira sent xD I thought Elias smuggled his statement to the obvious stack of statements in the Archives and Basira grabbed it with the others and sent that... Yeah, it does make a lot more sense for Elias to simply watch Basira and then express-mail his own welcome-back package.

MARTIN: "– I will give you some privacy. Go for a walk." JON: (exhale) "Let me know if you see any good cows." MARTIN: "Obviously I’m going to tell you if I see any good cows." Famous last words... Love how it sounds there has been something going on with them defining "good cows". Already told this little story in the tags of one of the MAG 160 art reblogs: last year my spouse said they're going for a walk and I know there's a route past a field of highland cattle. So I asked them where they're going and it was this exact route! Of course I asked them to tell me if they see any good cows xD The world didn't end and I got a photo of highland cows!

Overall impression of these two scenes: Their conversations are so normal... They really are okay here. At least, how far we can tell from what little we have. I'm sure I already said this in one of my relisten posts, I think it's really good for the fandom to have so little. Yeah, of course I would have loved more fluff, but by keeping this so short, there's sooo much we fans can imagine happening here. TMA has a lot of this, referencing vaguely what happened, but keeping it open for us to explore that. This is actually also very good for the horrors in the show. It’s a genre I respond very well to. Keeping it vague, let my mind do the rest. Fucking love this shit.

JON: "Right. Statement of Hazel Rutter regarding a fire in her childhood home. Original statement given August 9th, 1992." OMG, I remember exactly, what my reaction to this was. I was like "What bullshit statement for a season finale is that supposed to be???"

JON: "Hello, Jon. Apologies for the deception, but I wanted to make sure you started reading, so I thought it best not to announce myself." And then I was "Oh SHIT!" Also, I always forget it's Jon reading this statement because Jonny's impression of Ben's Elias is sooo good! So this is Jonny pretending to be Ben pretending to be Elias by copying Jonny pretending to be Jon, all while still pretending to be Jon... I hope that makes sense... Also I used this sentence one time for a friend! She doesn't really like horror because she's easily scared, but she did listen to all of TMA for me. And I had a very cool and really creepy nightmare which just happened to include one of my cats and I wanted to tell her what happened in this nightmare. But it was also almost midnight and I knew she just wouldn't read my text if she immediately had recognized it as a nightmare. So I started to retell it by focusing on my cat only to hit her with the creepy stuff in the last sentence. She texted me "I hate u" back xD and a week later we talked about this via Twitch chat during a stream of our friend’s and she was like "I thought it was a cute cat dream!" and I answered "Yeah, I knew you would stop reading if it would have been too obvious... Hello *friend's name*. Apologies for the deception but I wanted to make sure you started reading..." We both laughed so much xD

So uh, I already made a post about this once, but I'm putting that thought in here again. The case numbers of the statements are always in the episode descriptions (here 0181810 - a palindrome!!! - 18th October 2018). These case numbers always refer to the date the statement was first given, either written or recorded directly. This is a written statement, so teeeeeechnically 18th October was the day Jonah wrote this statement, and not the day Jon read it. I do think this one episode is an exception of this rule, but hear me out for a moment: If 18th October was only the day Jonah wrote this, this could mean for Jmart to have more time for their Scottish honeymoon!!!

"but that you would quite willingly doom that world and confine the billions in it to an eternity of terror and suffering, all to ensure your own happiness" Capitalism is the real enemy!

"I once asked her what drove her, what had started her down that path. She told me the Desolation had killed her cat." Understandable, have a nice day! (Gertrude is John Wick...)

"You see, the thing about the Fears is that they can never be truly separated from each other. When does the fear of sudden violence transition into the fear of hunted prey? When does the mask of the Stranger become the deception of the Spiral?" Yeeees, like colors! They're all part of the same light! I love how everything that seemed like a plot hole in TMA actually has an explanation!

"It does tickle me, that in this world of would-be occult dynasties and ageless monsters, the Chosen One is simply that – someone I chose. It’s not in your blood, or your soul, or your destiny. It’s just in your own, rotten luck." And in the next few sentences he'll say "Oh wow, that one is marked by the Spider! Must be their blessing to send me someone already with that destiny!"...

"How is Martin, by the way? He looks well. You will keep an eye on him when all this is over, won’t you? He’s earned that." Jonah!Elias ships them XD

"And there, I think, we are brought just about up to date." I have listened to the episode starting this sentence soooo many times!

Ahhh, the soundscaping during the incantation is so good!

JON: (still distorted, with shaking laughter/tears) "Look at the sky, Martin. Look at the sky. It’s looking back." [AND NOW HE DOES BEGIN TO LAUGH IN EARNEST. IT’S NOT A LAUGH WE’VE HEARD ON HIM BEFORE; NOT A SHORT, CLIPPED LAUGH; NOT A SURPRISE BURST OF GENUINE HILARITY. THIS LAUGH SEEMS AFRAID, AND YET COLD. IT’S REMINISCENT OF ELIAS’S VILLAINOUS LAUGH, BUT IS TINGED MORE WITH FEAR THAN SATISFACTION.] [HE DOES NOT STOP LAUGHING.] That was it. I thought now he lost it. Completely. I was asking myself if he could pull it together next season, or if he'll be full crazy monster. And I totally felt that shock of “Oh no, this really happened. Everything is ruined. How can this progress? How can this every be undone??” I really, reaaally felt Jon and Martin’s (mostly Martin’s perhaps) emotions there at the end...

A few random thoughts at the end here, while I don't remember my surroundings listening to this episode. I remember being in the bedroom at the end of this episode. Like specifically that thought of Jon "going crazy".

I think it's funny how MAG 160 fanart is either super sweet Jmart or total devastation of the world ending. And memes. Lot’s of memes.

Fun fact: My father in law finished S4 today as well!!! He never struck me to be a person who'd be doing a relisten, which I found a bit sad because there is so much to discover in a relisten. BUT he said he's thinking about doing a relisten right now already xD This episode is always my most anticipated one when wanting friends and family live-blog their experience to me xD

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[secretsandwriting]

Murder Made Us Do It

Part Twelve: A History On Cults

When a killer targeting couples manages to avoid both the Justice League and the Devil Fugitives, the two “enemies” decide to work together to bring him down. How do you catch a killer targeting couples? You bait him with couples. It couldn’t go wrong, right?

TW WARNINGS: Mentions of child abuse, death, human experimentation, kidnapping, electroshock therapy, phycological abuse, phycological horror, gunshot wounds, autopsies, bullet removal, shrapnel removal, animal abuse, organs outside of the body, starvation, forced iv, blood.

Probably over tagged but I figured better safe than sorry. Anyways idk how much I like this but its good enough! I hope those of you ok with reading it like it!

SUMMARIZED VERSION WITHOUT ALL THE TRIGGERS

ALSO, if you like it pls comment or reblog with your thoughts bc i would love to hear them :D

“I really hate to have to be the one to say it… But ever since we cut contact, Matchmaker hasn’t shown up, we’ve all been feeling like we’re being watched, and we keep hearing about these people with smiley face masks. Something is going on and the only people who knew all the details are Bruce, Dick, Jason, Tim, Jacob and ourselves. The onl-” Alistair looked ready to cry.

“And the only one who wouldn’t face direct problems from it would be Jacob.” Ry finished for him.

“But he took us in, helped us learn how to function in society, got us therapy and countless other things. Why would he do something like this?” It didn’t make sense, why would he put so much effort into helping the three of you while helping the other side.

“The biggest question is who’s he helpi-” A hand clamped over your mouth and held you down, within seconds Ali and Ry were pinned as well. A familiar weight was clamped over your neck and the pain that came with it was just as bad as you remembered.

“No! Please! I promise I’ll be good!” You begged the man in the white coat. “I promise! I’ll sit still and I won’t hurt anyone I’m not supposed to! Just please don’t put the collar on! It hurts so much!” He hadn’t listened and the power restraining collar had been forced on despite your begging.

You were pulled from your memories when you were lifted up after being securely cuffed. Jacob stood up front, talking with one of the old scientists you thought had been killed. He glanced over and smirked. His eyes didn’t hold the warmth you were used to. It was like he was someone else entirely.

“Get them in the van. Make sure no one notices.” 

Why couldn’t nice things last.

Tim looked down at his phone when it pinged. Alistair. A soft smile grew on his face and the rest of the family grinned to themselves. It was cute and good blackmail material. 

“What’d your boyfriend say?”

“It’s just a location. Their hou-” He was cut off by the sound of Jason’s phone. Ry judging by the look on his face. He stepped away to answer before coming back and putting it on speaker. It sounded like Trash. The chatter was clearly a racoon and he sounded upset.

“The SOS.” Dick looked sick.

“What.” Bruce stood up.

“Y/n told me that they have a three part SOS and that the order they would come in would be Alistair, Ry, and then her. But her part was just a bunch of numbers and a book-” He typed through his phone before  showing them a screenshot with a series of numbers. 

“That's a safe code.”

“We need to go now!”

The entire group moved fast, getting into costume before getting into vehicles and speeding away. Within record time they were entering the house. Everything looked normal until two disturbed animals came running in. Trash waved them in while Appa started moving further into the house. 

They were led to a bookshelf that Trash scaled until he reached one book and tugged, looking back at the group. Damian stepped forward.

“A history of Cults?” He reached out and grabbed the book to pull it out but it only went so far before it stopped and they heard a click. Appa yowled from her spot on the ground, front paws up on the bookshelf and almost mimicking pushing it. Steph moved to help the cat and the bookshelf moved easily revealing a safe. The safe’s door was ripped off and it was empty.

“They go-” Appa yowled, interrupting Bruce and turning their eyes down to where Trash was acting something out.

“Behind it!” Jason moved and started inspecting the safe, Tim joining him. “Here. Pull!” The safe was moved and under it was another safe. “The code!” Dick put in the code and the door opened. He pulled out three files and a notebook. On the front of the books, in all caps, READ IN A SECURE LOCATION! Back to the Batcave, this time, they called the rest of the league to join them. 

“Why are we here?”

“The three from Devil’s Fugitives. Ghost, Cryptic, and Hacker have been kidnapped. We don’t know why or by who but they left us everything to get into their safe where we pulled these.” Bruce set the files and the notebook on the table. “We’re going to go over them and see if we can get any information off of them.”

“Ok, why is Dick holding a cat and a raccoon clinging to Jason?”

“They’re the girl’s pets.” 

The first file was scanned in and within seconds the first page was pulled up. 

Subject 404

It was Alistair’s judging by his ability listed. The reality of how bad it was, slowly started sinking in. They all saw the signs of past trauma, wasted as the three refused to explain things they had asked about, how how they all had weird habits that seemed off. But they never would have realized the full extent.

They hadn’t even gotten past the first page with the training plan. Just the training plan. But it was horrific. The detailed daily schedule consisted of electroshock therapy, whatever the hell fear training was, 6 hours of training daily, then an additional 4 hours of mental training as well as a whole slew of other things they didn’t want to figure out.

The second page was worse. It was the scientist's notes. While it was all important and all extremely twisted, a few things stood out to them.

—---

Today pain training went well, the subject barely flinched when he was shot. Tomorrow we’ll try multiple shots.

—---

The subject is starting to settle down. He’s not trying to make friends anymore and he’s going quietly when the guards go get him.

—---

The subject is showing signs of fear towards rats. Tomorrow he’ll go through fear training and will be locked in a cage with them until he’s no longer afraid.

—---

Today we introduced the subject to another to compare compatibility.

—---

The subject seems to be working well with Subject 532. 

—---

The Subject and Subject 532 will be introduced to the third. 

—---

Subjects 404, 532, and 673 have been introduced and started training together. Its only a matter of time before our goals are completed.

—---

The subjects seem to be getting too friendly. He was put down.

—---

During Subject 404’s autopsy, 31 bullets, 45 shrapnel, and 392 foreign items were removed. They’re currently in the process of fixing the broken bones, once that’s complete we’ll move onto the enhanced Lazurus pit injections we created.

—---

The injection was just inserted into the subject's heart. Now it’s a waiting game

—---

The subject’s heart has started beating on its own.

—---

One of the side effects seems to be a change in blood color, It's now a dark turquoise. 

—---

The first training session since the revival has revealed an increase of physical abilities.

—---

The subjects are still too close. When a guard tried to separate them, he was killed without hesitation. They’re getting stronger, we’re getting closer.

The only sound in the cave was Tim’s sobs. It was horrific. No one wanted to move onto the other files but they had too. They needed a clue as to where they would be.

The Next file was labeled Subject 532. It was Ry’s. The first page was basically the same, all the normal information a doctors office would have and then another horrible schedule plan. The Rest of the file was notes, and they braced themselves for the worst. 

—---

Subject 532 is doing well with the fear training. It only takes an hour for her to get over most fears. 

—---

The subject is still overly friendly with others but that could work as a cover so we’re letting it slide for now.

—---

We’ve found a good punishment for the subject since meals weren’t enough leverage. Give her punishments to the animals she trains with and she’ll break.

—---

The subject was introduced to a potential teammate. Subject 404. We’re not sure how it will go yet.

—---

The two subjects seem to be working well together. We’ll adjust their training to match

—---

A Third subject will be introduced. It’s earlier than planned but we’re progressing well. 

—---

The first training with the third is going well. They’ve seemed to click well. Training will be adjusted again

—---

The subject has gotten too close with the others. We were afraid of this. Subject 532 has been terminated.

—---

Subject 532’s autopsy went well. All foreign objects were removed and bones and organs were patched up. Her organs will be placed in the body and the Enhanced Lazarus Pit serum will be injected tomorrow

—---

The Subject's heart has started beating. It’s estimated she’ll be back up in less than a week

—---

There's been a change in blood color as well as a few other vitals.

—---

The first training session went well. The subject is showing signs of advanced physical abilities and increased aggression. More testing will be needed to find the limit

—---

The subjects are still too close. When separation is mentioned around them they go ballistic. Its only a matter of time before they’re too strong for any chains mankind can create

Jason looked sick, between crying and screaming. No one could blame him. The things they read in the last hour were horrible. No one should have to go through anything like that. They continued on.

Subject #673

—---

Starvation training is going good. It’s been 6 days since her last meal and she hasn’t broken yet.

—---

The subject seems to be avoiding others, that's good for now

—---

The subject refused to drink anything again today. We’ll have to use an IV

—---

The subject is doing well with most of her training. She’s being prepared for her introduction with the other two subjects.

—---

The subject wasn’t working well with the other two until a little into the session. They’ll be good together

—---

Training has been adjusted to better match the three of them. However the subjects appear to be getting too close.

—---

As feared, the subjects became too close to each other. Subject 673 was killed.

—---

The subject was autopsied and put back together with the Enhanced Lazarus Pit liquid injected into her heart at the end. 

—---

Her vitals are returning to normal and she should be ready to go soon. Her blood has started to change color.

—---

The first training session has revealed an increase in physical ability. This will do wonders for our goal.

—---

The subject has started showing signs of increased hostility, right now sh-

It abruptly cut off and blood could be seen at the bottom of the paper. There was nothing to help there. Just a list and descriptions of the horrors the three went through. That left their only hope in the notebook.

The three boys had seen enough, they had spent the last 7 months getting closer to them only to have them ripped from them and then shown the horrors the three had grown up with. But they needed to find them. They needed to save them. And they needed information for that

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[dreamy-selkie]

MTaS Nerida- NPC Dialogue

I've seen a couple of Builder OCs as NPCs while I was checking out the tag and ngl it sounds like fun, managed to slip out of writer's block to do it. :D

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Introduction

 [Builder walks into flower shop, bell jingling]

“Coming!”

“Welcome to Sunny Tide’s Floral, how may I help you?” … “Oh, you’re the new builder?  Well welcome to Sandrock! My name is Nerida, and I run this little flower shop.” … “Y- Yeah, I get told that I’m crazy for opening a flower shop in the desert of all places, but I like it here. … Anyways, I got to get back to work, but I’ll be here if you need someone to talk to or if you want to buy some flowers for your home.”

Birthday

“Hm? My Birthday? I guess if you want to know, it’s on the 7th Day of Winter. Though if I may be honest, I’m not entirely fond of the cold. … … hm? Why not? Because, um… well… … I’m- not really a cold-loving person, I prefer warmer seasons like Spring.”

Acquaintance

“Hello there, do you need something?”

“As you can tell I’m not from around here, I actually lived in Portia until a year ago. Maybe I can tell you all about my home one day.”

“I don’t want you to overwork yourself sick, alright? Make sure you take it easy when you have the time to.”

“I wonder how Mom and the others back home are doing…”

Buddies

“You remind me of someone back home, they were also a builder from Barnarock. Hm… I wonder if the two of you would get along well.”

“I often write to a friend of mine when I get the chance, though now that I think about it I wonder if any of the local plants here or the ones I grow would help her condition.”

“I may have been living in Sandrock for a year, the people here treat me like one of their own- if there is any way I could thank them for everything, it's brightening their day with the flowers I grew.”

“Even though Fang doesn’t speak, he seems like a kind man- smart as well.”

Good Friends

“Maybe next time when I go visit my mom in Protia, I can bring you along… I mean, if you’re fine with that; I would love for you to see the city I grew up in, you’ll love it.”

“Did you know I didn’t want to move to Sandrock? It was my mom’s idea for me to move here, she said it’s warm climate is good for my arm, less cold weather means that it would hurt less.”

“I wonder how Fang is doing… maybe I should drop by and bring some cantaloupe for us to snack on… … ! Oh, I’m sorry- I didn’t hear you come over, did you need something?”

Day of Memories

“This is a very beautiful festival, I should light something for my dad; he's no longer in this world but I would often like to think that he’s watching over me. I’m sure he would be proud of me and all the accomplishments I’ve done.”

Romance

   [Nerida is an optional marriage candidate; if the builder doesn’t romance her nor Fang then the two will end up together instead.]

Accepting Confession “W- Wait, you- you mean it? Truly?? I- um- oh wow, I never thought you love me back, I won’t forget this. I love you.”

Rejecting Confession “Um… D- Don’t be mad, but I- I can’t accept this. I’m interested in someone else, I’m really… really sorry…”

Breaking Up “Y- You don’t mean that do you?? … … You do… I, I see… Thank you for everything… I hope you find happiness, whoever it may be.”

Special Missions

Friendly Visit: Nerida got a letter that her friend Ginger is coming over to Sandrock with Gust, she needs help getting ready for them to stay over.

Reminisce: After getting some new wooden crates from Arvio’s shop Nerida needs help getting them to her greenhouse, though she seems to be showing signs of struggle just by carrying them; doesn’t help that the main issue seemed to be coming from her sleeve-covered arm.

(Romance option with Fang) Let Your Heart Sing: Nerida looked to need help with gifting a certain someone the Heart Knot and telling him how she truly felt, will the feeling be mutual?

#writing tag #oc: nerida #my time at sandrock oc #my time at sandrock #mtas oc #mtas

[panic-whump]

First official chapter of my rewrite!! :D

Featuring my Child™️, Zero, please ask me questions or send me asks about it I love it 🥰

Anyways ask me to add tags I’m bad at it, I’m sorry

TW FOR: Implied drugging, child (?) whumpee, overstimulation/sensory overload, stage fright

“Mother,” Zero began, and Thyme hushed it.

“Shh, remember, quiet. Good weapons don’t speak.”

Of course, it remembers, it thought indignantly, though that annoyance was washed away. Mother knows what is best for it. Listen to mother.

“Just stay quiet, and then I’ll do all the talking. Just like always. You can do that.” Thyme eyed it. She looked more tired as of late, dark bags under her eyes, and she snapped more at One and Zero. It understood, though. All the little ones kept dying, that was bound to be stressful.

“Right?” Thyme’s voice was sharp, and Zero blinked. It had stopped listening again, so it lowered its head guiltily.

“It apologizes, mistress, it was…thinking.” Zero explained slowly.

“Leave the thinking to me. You’re just my model right now. The first and best. You can be that, yes?” Thyme seemed to soften, and Zero instantly nodded. “Of course, mistress, it will be perfect.”

Thyme nodded, satisfied. “Right. It’ll be perfect. Now, wait for your cue.”

Zero bowed, then straightened up again. Tonight was the night, Thyme kept saying. It got faint glimpses, hushed whispers of what tonight was. Something about a…An unveiling? A new project? Whatever that meant. It wasn’t built to be smart. It was built to be strong and to listen. So that is what it did. It listened.

It listened to Mother speak of her creations, it, and its sibling. About how proud she was, and how strong they both were. Even from behind a curtain, Zero puffed up its chest proudly.

“--And now, allow me to show you my first. Zero.” Thyme proclaimed, to some gasps and delighted inhales of the audience. Zero confidently strode out onto the stage. That’s the cue!

The moment the spotlights hit it, though, its false confidence melted in the heat. Eyes and faces everywhere, all of them staring at it. It heard more gasps and coos, but it barely registered them.

Thyme clicked her tongue, drawing its attention to her, and she gestured to the front of the stage. “Why don’t you show them what you can do?”

Her voice was gentle but held a threat, an undercurrent of warning. Zero cringed, then slowly stepped forwards, steady as he walked to the end of the stage.

Eyes, more eyes. All on it. Its breath picked up pace. It’s going to ruin this for mother. It will die just like all the new-mades, not a chance to make her proud. Only another corpse for the incinerator

It noticed two whitecoats--Thyme’s human guards--on either side of the stage. Watching it. More eyes. Guns at the side, hand on the handle, fingers on the trigger, they were going to shoot it, what did it do wrong?

“Zero, now.” Thyme prompted, impatiently now. Instinctively, it changed. Human skin shedding away, like a discarded disguise, replaced by fur so dark it almost absorbed the light. Its eyes glowed a hollow white, as soulless as a star, and its fangs reflected that spotlight. Squinting, it bared its teeth in pain.

More eyes, they’re all watching now. The light is shining in its eyes, it can’t see. They’re so loud, they won’t stop talking and screaming and they just need to stop. Stop, stop stop stop!

It howled, or maybe it screamed, lunging out at the audience.

Screams, red. It felt oddly detached from this whole situation, almost like watching itself. Watching as it tried to kill, watching as the whitecoats shot it with something.

Watching as Thyme looked disdainfully down at it, vision fading to black.

#child whumpee #? #kind of? #oc #whump #oc whump #zero #tw dehumanization #shapeshifter #shapeshifting #nonhuman whumpee #nonbinary whumpee #whump drabble #whumpee

[laceybluereviewer]

blog update/review!

HEY, lovely followers of mine, I’m back! Sorry about my hiatus, I’ll do a follow-up post soon <3 I’m doing a review of this super cool free app and website called Tee! 

Tee is the one-size-fits-all application and website that caters to as many social media forms as possible. You guys have probably seen them floating around because they’re getting pretty popular!

I decided to do an unsponsored, unbiased review and overview so that you guys could consider checking them out :> !! I’ve had issues with getting images to post on my blog lately so I can’t show you direct screenshots but I’m sure a quick Google search would bring them up.

The homepage of the site is pretty cool, it’s not super crowded but it’s a good place to start out~ ! Before you even make an account you can either look at the two main galleries, the first one is dedicated to the three most popular posts, videos, and/or images of the day, so you can immediately check out what’s buzzing! The second one picks out three completely random posts, videos, and/or images too, and it changes every time you come back to the homepage :D !!

The bottom of the homepage has all of the guides to each of Tee’s modes, which include Tee Anon, Tee Blogs, Tee Bytes, Tee Cams, Tee Clips and Tee Vee, but I’ll go over each one just for you guys >:3 

For those of us who were on the old Internet, Tee Anon is like a throwback to those old message boards! You just start a thread with an image and just talk about anything with anyone else, completely anonymous! You don’t even need a Tee account to do this (though I think there is a post limit amount but idk) Anon mode has roughly only 50 threads up at all times before it gets archived :( but, Tee already stated that if it became popular enough it would be upgraded as necessary. You can even search through the archive and the threads for what you want to talk about. 

Tee Blog allows you to customize your own blog space just like my blog! You can post images, words, sound clips, videos, pretty much whatever! You can even make your blog play music if you want! However, your future blogs will need to be coded by you or someone else. There is no pre-built blog maker as of this post, however, Tee announced plans to create one to make it easier for those with no experience in blog making. 

Again though that’s only a feature for those of us with Tee accounts (which by the way are free!) Without an account, you can view blogs, search for other blogs, and search specific tags to see posts that you like. But with a Tee account, you’re also able to directly message blogs, share stuff directly from someone else's blog, and search for specific tags (Did I mention every post can end with a tag?!) With an account, blog mode also gives you a separate homepage that shows posts from blogs or tags you follow. Again though, you need to make an account to get the fun bits! I’m going to be having a blog there too soon, so make sure you guys look for me under LaceyBlueReviewer <3

You guys remember Twitter? I mean, X? Oopsie. Anyway, Tee has a better version of that too! It’s called Tee Bytes. There’s a 140-character limit and you can share and follow other people and tags on Tee Bytes similar to Tee Blogs. As of right now only supports written posts! No photos >:( As before, with an account, you can directly message someone’s Byte account, follow accounts, follow tags, and make posts on your account, duh. Without one you can only view accounts, tags, and posts… Hmm, maybe there’s a pattern here?

I honestly think it’s pretty cool that Tee isn’t demanding an account out of us, though, what’s the harm in having one account for pretty much everything that I need? Oh, did I mention that your accounts between modes aren’t automatically linked? Unless you opt to link your accounts with each other, people won’t automatically be able to check your Byte account and know that you’re posting about sad kitties and cute boys on your Blog account. This applies to a few other modes too which I’ll specify later on <3

The next mode is Tee Cams!!!!!!!!!! Photos, photos, photos!!!!!!!! Unlike Instagram and X, images are shown as their actual file size (none of that icky Insta crop- unless if you opt for cropped mode!) You can comment on photos too but you can’t directly message someone unless they linked their Byte, Blog, Clip, or Vee account to their Cam account. 

Remember, you can’t post without an account~

Tee Clips has only short videos JUST like TikTok! Videos have to be 8 minutes or less if you choose to post some. Right now, they have a Vine Challenge to see if people could create six-second clips in honor of Vine! I think there’s even a prize for the most popular one <3. You can’t make these videos without accounts either though so get one and join the challenge! There are two “feeds” that can be both displayed at once or can be collapsed for just one feed! There’s a trending feed and then there’s your recommended feed, which includes tags you follow, people you follow, and other things that Clips recommends based on what you watch. You can also directly message people here too C: Search works the same as Tee Blog’s.

Tee Clip’s counterpart is Tee Vee which has long videos! And guess, what�� There are no ads BEFORE videos on Tee Vee. There’s a maximum length of 10 hours, but that can be upgraded if you make a one-time payment each time you want to upgrade for videos past that. You can directly message other users on Tee Vee, plus comment on videos, but it’s not as common in my experience. Vee also has a mini homepage with trending videos before you start to follow other Vee accounts. Search works the same as Tee Blog’s. Your home screen here is mostly dedicated to actually uploading videos and the search bar, though you can tab into watching mode and get infinite recommendations. 

Essentially, all your accounts can be linked together so that when you check out someone’s blog, you can also look at their Vee acc! It’s called Profile Linking and it’s really useful! You can also link your preferred tags and users (if they exist on the other platforms), so that when you go into Vee mode, you can look at tags related to what you follow on your Bytes account. The last thing I wanted to talk about is the last thing on this review because, well, no one likes it when money gets involved. As I mentioned, yes Tee Vee mode offers an Upgrade Video Length feature, but there are a few other paid-for features. There’s a Support Tee feature that supports Tee using minimal to no ads. As of writing this, the only ads are promotional accounts that have to pay extra to sponsor products directly within a specific mode. It doesn’t affect a user’s usual algorithm of posts, videos, and images directly without another extra cost to do so. Tee is also planning on doing a merch store and reveal their cute mascot (I’m so excited for this!)

Anyway, thanks for checking out my review guys, hope to be more active in the future!

-LaceyBlueReviewer

#nothing #not the first time #not the last

[jazwritesalot]

Shaken, Not Stirred - Chapter 3: Vegas Bomb

Pairing: Shinsou Hitoshi/Kaminari Denki, ShinKami Fandom: Boku no Hero Academia, My Hero Academia Rating: Teen & Up Audiences Total Word Count: 22,634 Tags: Aged Up Characters, AU - College/University, AU - No Quirks, AU - Coffee Shops & Cafes, Barista/Electrician/DJ Kaminari, Waiter/Bartender/Psych Student Shinsou, Bakusquad Shenanigans, brief one-sided KamiJirou, side KiriBaku, background EraserMic, background CamieJirou, comedy, alcohol consumption, drinking, house parties, bar scene, implications of depression, cat cafes

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2

Written for the ShinKami Big Bang 2020

Things seemed to only be going up for Denki since the night at Lurkers. He was pretty sure that things had been going good between him and Shinsou, too. After getting his number at the bar, they had been texting pretty frequently. Today’s text consisted of a picture of his cat standing on top of the table by his door, paws wrapped around the doorknob as she attempted to twist it.  

I feel like Fen is one evolution away from having thumbs. I shudder to think of the day that happens. 

His phone lit up moments after sending the message and he snorted when he saw the response. 

...there’s too much there to unpack this early in the morning 

??? it’s 3pm?!?

I’m a creature of the night, what can I say?

Lol you sound just like Tokoyami

Wait...is your cat named Fen. Like Fennec fox?

Nope! Fen as in Fenrir! :D

...you...you named your cat after a mythological dog…

OH! YOU KNOW NORSE MYTHOLOGY TOO?!?!?

/too early for this/

When Denki walked into the kitchen, Sero was sprawled out on the couch with his laptop open on his lap, grumbling to himself as he chomped down viciously on an apple. Kirishima was sitting at the table shoveling food into his mouth as his foot tapped out a beat on the tile. 

“Who pissed in your Cheerios, Hanta?” Denki asked after fetching a bottle of soda out of the fridge. 

“Just stressing because Tsuchikawa called to let us know that Wild, Wild Pussycats won’t be able to play tonight because Sosaki came down with a fever. Need to figure out a third act for tonight and update the social media pages.” 

“Having any luck?” Denki asked between gulps of the drink. 

“I wish. Most people I’ve contacted about it have said it’s too last minute. The holiday isn’t making it any better either.”

“Why don’t you play?” Kirishima asked around a mouthful of food. 

“Oh my God yeah! It’s been forever since you’ve played last, Sero. It would be like old times—you and me performing on the same night. Only, you know, we aren’t playing in the same set,” Denki grinned, pushing Sero’s foot to the side so he could plop down on the couch next to him. 

“I don’t know about that guys. I’m not sure that I can be prepared enough before tonight. Besides, it wouldn’t be any fun performing if Kirishima isn’t here to encourage me and my reckless behavior.” Kirishima snorted at Sero’s grin around another bite of food. 

“Sorry man, but this trip with Katsuki is really important, you know? It’s not like I can reschedule it, with the press tours starting after the New Year.” 

“You and Blasty aren’t any fun,” Denki pouted. “Where are you going anyway?” 

“I was able to reserve us a cabin in Hokkaido for the weekend. When we aren’t chilling there, we’ll be out hiking and enjoying nature.” Huh. Well that explained the unusually large backpack that was by the door. “But I really think you should play tonight, Sero. You know I will be cheering you on no matter where I am.” Kirishima’s grin was infectious—a small smile crossed Sero’s face. 

“I’ll think about it. I just might, if I can’t find anyone else to agree to it.”

“Speaking of the show, who else is playing tonight besides Yours Truly?” Denki asked. The smile on Sero’s face strained as he glanced at Kaminari out of the corner of his eye and mumbled a name under his breath. 

“Dude, I couldn’t even hear you. You gotta speak up,” Kirishima laughed while Denki snorted, taking a sip of his soda once again. 

“I said, first act up is Dark Shadow,” Sero ground out and Denki choked on his drink, soda spraying out of his nose. Sero went to whack him on the back, but Denki quickly moved out of his way, glaring daggers at him. 

“Dude? What the fuck? You invited Jirou’s band to play?” Denki croaked out, tears stinging his eyes from the residual soda-spray. 

“What? You know Dark Shadow is a staple band for any show here!” Sero shot back. 

“But you know she’s not talking to me! So why would you go and invite her into our house, Hanta?!” 

“Bro, that’s not very manly of you to do that,” Kirishima quipped.

“I know,” Sero sighed, running a hand down his face. “She asked once she heard through the grapevine that we were having a holiday show, and I agreed to it without thinking. It’s a little too late to tell her nevermind.”

“Traitor,” Denki hissed from his end of the couch as he pulled his knees up to rest under his chin. He wasn’t sure he was ready for this. “Are you sure you can’t stay here and keep the peace, Kiri?”

“I wish I could. But I’m not going to do that to ‘Tsuki, and you know that, Denks. And I’m really sorry, but I gotta get going so I can get him and get to the station in time,” he announced, slipping his feet into his shoes and slinging his backpack over his shoulder. 

“Have fun with Bakugou,” Sero waved halfheartedly, already focused back on his laptop. 

“Thanks guys. Chin up, Denki. I’m sure it will all work out. And have fun tonight for me, okay?”

“Yeah, yeah. I’ll try. Give Blasty my love,” Denki teased, trying to force himself to think of anything but the sinking feeling in his gut. He quickly fished his phone out, sending off a series of texts to Shinsou in a flurry of panic. 

RED ALERT! My traitor of a roommate invited Jirou’s band to play at the show tonight

(that’s the girl I told you about the other day)

I’m losing my mind. Why did he do this???

ANYWAY! The invitation to the show tonight still stands. I would love if you could be here TwT

He also sent Shinsou his address and had to force himself to put his phone back in his pocket before he continued to panic-text him. Denki groaned, pushing himself to his feet and heading back toward his room to start working on finalizing his mixes and setlist for his performance. 

“You know I didn’t say yes to her to be malicious to you, right?” Sero quietly asked as Denki got to the doorway, a nervous lilt to his voice. 

“I know man,” Denki sighed, the small amount of anger he was harboring deflating. “I just wish I would have had a little more of a warning that she was going to be here than six hours.”

“I should have said something sooner. That’s my bad. I was just worried how you would take it,” Sero admitted as he rubbed the back of his neck. 

“Did I live up to your expectations?” Denki joked.

“Well, considering you didn’t cuss me out and threaten to not play, I say you’re doing much better than my worst fears,” he laughed. “If it’s any consolation, Jirou seemed genuinely excited to hear that you would be playing tonight.”

“Wait, really?” Denki asked. That didn’t make any sense to him. She was still actively avoiding him, so why would she be happy to hear he was performing?

“Yeah. Maybe she’s ready to make amends? You know her better than we do—she has to do things at her own pace.” Denki thought this over. Ever since he met Jirou the summer between senior year of high school and his first year of trade school, she had always been more of a thinker rather than one who acts impulsively. It’s what made their friendship so strange, them being opposites. But they both wore their hearts on their sleeves, and it definitely took them both a long time to forgive any indiscretions that came their way. And that’s what made them such good friends. 

“You’re right,” he admitted after a few minutes. “I’ll try not to worry about it too much.” He knew that was easier said than done, of course, but as he left the kitchen and immersed himself in his music with Fenrir curled up next to him, he was pretty sure that he could do this. 

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Denki was most definitely wrong—he could not do this. Working on his setlist didn’t take him as long as he anticipated it would, so he soon found himself lying on his bed, periodically checking his phone to see if Shinsou had responded. Each time his phone showed no new messages, he felt his heart sink a little lower and his thoughts start to spiral. Not only was he going to have to spend the night around someone who, as far as he was convinced, hated his guts, but now he also was dealing with the worry that he had (once again) gone too far in his messaging/subtle flirting with someone, Shinsou being the latest victim. 

Time passed by quicker than he realized too. One minute it was 4pm and he was settling in to work on his newest mix, the next, it was inching closer to 8:30pm and he was frantically pulling apart his room to find an outfit to wear to the show. Fenrir’s screams of discontent put a pause to Hurricane Denki’s closet ravaging so he could feed her, but soon enough, he was back at it. None of the shirts he had tried on seemed to fit into the aesthetic he was wanting to go with tonight. His go-to Rage Against the Machine shirt was nowhere to be found, and all of the alternatives just weren’t good enough. He was contemplating just going shirtless when he finally stumbled upon the gag-gift sweater that Sero and Kirishima had gotten him last year for the holidays. The sweater was a galaxy print one that at the hems had flames shooting up the material. A Christmas tree was in the center, and surrounding it were many cats decked out in Santa hats who were pawing at the tree. It was ugly—it was perfect. He paired it with a pair of acid-washed, distressed, skinny jeans and his purple high tops. He knew he was going to be hotter than hell in that cramped basement, but he couldn’t care less. 

He took one last look at his phone, swallowing down the disappointment that there still was no response from Shinsou, and steeled himself to leave his room. He knew Jirou and company would be arriving soon enough to get the equipment brought in and begin the soundcheck, and he wanted to have a decent buzz going before that happened. He gave Fenrir a few good scritches on her head and some treats before shutting her in the room for the next few hours (since he didn’t want to risk her getting out). 

There was a small buzz of activity happening in the kitchen, and Denki found himself drawn there, rather than the living room where he was going to set up the pre-show music, when he heard a familiar, yet unexpected voice speaking. 

“My, my. What do we have here? Didn’t expect to see the Funky Little Firework Man here tonight,” Denki teased as he entered the kitchen, spying both Kirishima and Bakugou seated on the couch. 

“The hell you just call me, Pikachu wannabe?” Bakugou spat out, crossing his arms over his chest. His face was in a weird mixture of a pout and a scowl, which just made Kirishima laugh and pull him close. 

“We weren’t planning on being here either, but as we were on our way to Hokkaido, we got a call from the rental company. Because of a severe snowstorm they are having, the roads from the station to the cabin were blocked off and they had to cancel the reservation,” Kirishima explained, and Katsuki’s frown deepened. 

“We still coulda hiked through the snow. They were just being lame, cancelling on us like that.” Denki laughed at Bakugou’s sour expression and was rewarded with Bakugou flipping him the bird. 

“I’m just surprised you both decided to come here. I thought you were wanting a weekend away together,” Sero added, sipping from his beer as he threw one Kaminari’s way. “Nice shirt, by the way,” he added, nodding in his direction. 

“Oh my God, I can’t believe you kept that thing!” Kirishima laughed, catching the beers that Sero threw his way too. 

“You look like the rejected Ghost of Christmas Past,” Bakugou grumbled as he took a drink. 

“I resent that statement. The Ghost of Christmas Past only wished he looked as good as I do! Anyway, I’m with Sero on this one. Didn’t think you guys would be here.”

“Well, Bakugou here didn’t get to have the full Tape Deck experience last time he was here.”

“And whose fault was that?” Bakugou bit back, but the smile on his face betrayed his anger. “There’s also the fact that Deku has Round Cheeks over at the apartment this weekend, and I don’t want to be anywhere near that mushy gushy crap,” he grimaced, taking another swig from his can. 

“You say that as if you and Kirishima aren’t all mushy gushy yourselves,” Denki teased and dodged the crushed, empty can that Bakugou threw at him. He finished his own beer and fetched the can thrown at him off the floor, dropping it into the recycling bin they had. He went to get himself another beer when the case of energy drinks caught his attention. He spun around in almost manic glee as he grinned at the couple—Kirishima was looking at him with amusement and Bakugou looked wary. 

“Clearly you’re plotting something, Denks. So out with it,” Kirishima laughed, crushing the can and tossing it past Denki to the recycling bin. 

“How do you guys feel about doing some Vegas Bombs?” 

“Why in the hell would we do that, Sparky?” Bakugou scoffed. “I’d actually like to enjoy tonight, not be too trashed to function because of some shitty round of shots.” 

“What? Afraid you’re gonna lose?” Kaminari asked and he could see Bakugou rising to the bait, his jaw clenching and face flushing. 

“The hell I’ll lose. Get the drinks ready and prepare to get your ass kicked,” he growled, cracking his knuckles. 

“Count me in. I can’t wait to beat both of you.” Denki leaned over and gave Kirishima a fist bump; he knew he could count on him to join in the fun. 

“Gonna have to pass, sorry guys,” Sero chimed in, but Denki sort of expected this. Sero didn’t tend to get as hammered as him or Kirishima at the shows. Said that one of them had to be the responsible one, and it might as well be him. He did tend to loosen up a little on nights he played, but it seemed that tonight wasn’t going to be one of those nights. 

“Suit yourself! Three Vegas Bombs, coming up!” This would be perfect—rounds of these drinks would get him to that comfortable buzz that he desired. Denki quickly fetched out the energy drinks and other liquor before flitting over to the cabinet to get the cups and shot glasses. He might not be as good at mixing drinks as Shinsou was, but he definitely knew his way around this one. The three pint glasses were quickly filled with the energy drinks and left to let the fizz settle. The rum, whiskey, and schnapps were all eyeballed into the shot glasses, and if Denki made a mess of the counter, that was for him to deal with later. He topped each shot off with the cranberry juice and moved the glasses from the counter to the kitchen table, a triumphant grin on his face. 

“Alright boys, who’s ready to lose?” he announced with his hands on his hips. 

“You're going down bro,” Kirishima laughed, pushing himself up from the couch and pulling Bakugou, who was grinning evilly, along with him.

“Okay! Sero, you gotta be the judge! Let us know when to start. And make sure neither of them cheat, got it?” Denki laughed and dodged the shove that Bakugou sent his way. 

“Sounds good. Hands on the glasses,” Sero instructed, and all three of them grabbed their pint and the shot. “On three. One. Two. Three.” As soon as the last number left his lips, the three of them dropped the royal flush shots into the pint glass and they chugged. The mixture of fruity liquor and energy drink burned at Denki’s throat and he had to fight back a cough as he continued to chug. He jumped slightly when Bakugou slammed his glass on the table, wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, a wide grin splitting his face. 

“Told you losers I would kick your asses,” he laughed. Kirishima and Denki slammed their own glasses down at the same time, a pout crossing Denki’s face. 

“Dude no fair! How were you able to just down that with a straight face?” 

“Don’t you work with him, Denks? I’ve seen the insane amounts of caffeine that he consumes on a daily basis—a little Red Bull is nothing.” The proud grin that Kirishima wore as he clapped a hand on Bakugou’s shoulder made his heart hurt in ways that he didn’t want to think about right now.

“Oh yeah? Then how about we go again? Bet he can’t win a second round.” That was enough to get them fired up; Denki dished out another round of the drinks and they continued to compete, with Kirishima claiming victory this round. They were about to go again when the door slammed open, TetsuTetsu’s booming voice filling the room. 

“Happy Holigays, my homo-bromos!” he greeted. 

“Bro!” Kirishima cried, clapping their hands together and pulling him in for a one-armed, side hug. 

“Feels like forever since we’ve seen ya! How you been, man?” TetsuTetsu grinned as he pulled away from the embrace and leaned over to give Denki a high five. 

“Not bad! Fly out after the first for this press tour. Not looking forward to that.” Denki tuned out of the conversation as Kirishima continued talking with T, introducing Bakugou before excusing himself to go to his room to change into something more appropriate for the night. Tokoyami was the next to enter the house, a black backpack slung over his shoulder while the other hand was full of his guitar case. He nodded sagely at Denki before turning toward the basement, rat tail whipping behind him. It always came as such a shock to Denki when he saw Tokoyami without his signature mask. For the longest time he thought that it was glued to his face. Denki knew they wouldn’t see any sign of him until the show started, for the man liked to hide in the darkness of the basement as much as he could. Said it helped his ‘creative process.’ As the door to the basement clicked shut behind Tokoyami, Denki could feel the nervousness setting in. He tried to not stare at the back door, but it was in vain—he knew it was a matter of minutes before Jirou would walk in, and he certainly wasn’t prepared. 

“Oi! Dunce Face! Tin Can here said he would finish this round of drinks with us. Get your ass over here,” Bakugou grunted, pulling Denki back into the conversation, and he was thankful for the distraction. The third round of Vegas Bombs ended with Denki finally winning a round, which was surprising given the iron stomach that TetsuTetsu had. He felt a tad floaty, which made him pleased. Right as Sero left the kitchen to go start up the music in the living room and greet some of the other guests that had filtered in, the door opened again and in walked Jirou. The anxiety Kaminari was feeling was quickly replaced with confusion as he noted that she wasn’t alone; a tall and buxom blonde had Jirou tucked under her arm and they both wore soft smiles as they whispered to one another. 

“Finally you two get here,” Tetsu barked out a laugh as he shoved the pint away. “Worried for a moment that you two ran off and eloped.” Eloped? Eloped? Was Denki that drunk that he was hearing things? 

“As if I’d get married without a grand ceremony. Besides, not like Kyoka here has popped the question,” the mystery blonde joked, and Denki continued to blink in confusion. 

“You two are horrible, I swear to god,” Jirou groaned, hiding her face in her hand. “Bakugou. Kaminari. This is my girlfriend, Utsushimi.”

“But you can all call me Camie!” the blonde—no Camie—smiled, waving at the two of them. Denki could only blink. Jirou had a girlfriend? When did this happen? And wait; how did he not realize that Jirou was gay? An elbow dug into his side and he hissed in pain, turning to give Bakugou a glare, who merely rolled his eyes at him. 

“Nice to meet you, Camie,” Denki replied, his voice cracking with nerves. 

“And which one are you, you handsome little thing?” she purred back, reaching out to mess with his hair. The snort from Bakugou as he stuttered out his name was not appreciated one bit.

“Camie, leave him alone,” Jirou complained, but the smile she wore betrayed the amusement she was feeling. Of course it would be at Denki’s expense. 

“Not that I really give a damn, but since Dunce Face over here is impersonating a fish out of water, I’ll be the one to ask. How did you two meet?”

“Oh, well you see, Babe over here literally ran into me. I was walking campus, gotta get to the library you know, when all of the sudden, BAM, I am on my ass on the concrete, books scattering the ground. She hopped off her bike all like ‘oh my god I am so sorry! Are you okay?’ I swear to you, it was love at first sight.” Camie’s animated gestures as she spoke brought a smile to Denki’s face. He hadn’t known her but five minutes, and he already knew she would fit in perfectly.

“Knock it off; it was not,” Jirou grumbled, her face reddening. 

“Maybe not for you, sweetheart,” Camie chuckled, pulling her into her side. “She asked if I wanted to get a coffee at the library coffee shop as an apology and it just snowballed from there. Study dates that turned into late night convos, which then turned to me asking her out on a proper date that didn’t involve the library or school.” 

“How long ago was this?” Denki finally asked. 

“A couple months ago, right babe?” The nod from Jirou, who had her gaze trained on Kaminari, both confirmed Camie’s question and answered the unspoken question that Denki had. At least, one of them. No wonder Jirou turned him down so viciously. Camie turned her attention to annoying Bakugou, who was busy getting himself more drinks while he waited for Kirishima, and Testu had excused himself to go to the bathroom, leaving Denki leaning against the table with Jirou standing awkwardly next to him.

“So, you’re a lesbian?” he finally blurted out, cursing himself for being such an idiot. Jirou looked over at him, expression unreadable for the briefest of moments before she cracked. Her body shook with the force of her laughter and tears gathered in the corners of her eyes. It was contagious—Denki found himself laughing along with her, slapping a hand on the table repeatedly. 

“Oh my god, you’re such an idiot,” Jirou gasped out, wiping away the tears and taking some of her eyeliner with her. “But yes, Denki, I’m a raging lesbian.” 

“How in the world did I miss that? But now I feel awful for all of those pickup lines I threw your way,” he snickered as his own laughter subsided. 

“Guess your gaydar must be broken. Would have thought the hair gave it away,” she chuckled as she gestured to the side shave she was currently sporting. “But in all seriousness, I owe you an apology. Clearly you didn’t know, and it wasn’t fair of me to snap on you the way I did.”  

“Nah, I definitely deserved it. I was being a jackass and not reading the room right.”

“When are you not a jackass?” she quipped with a smirk. “That said, we cool now? I really hate the awkwardness between us. Really kills my vibe.”

“Cool as a cucumber,” he grinned, shooting finger guns at her as she groaned in annoyance. 

“Aww, my babe and her bff have made up!” Camie squealed, rushing over to envelope them in a hug. Denki was quick to escape the near chokehold the taller blonde had on the two of them, choosing to go crash on the couch.  

“Denki and Jirou made up? Just how long was I gone?” Kirishima questioned with a laugh as he walked into the room. Tetsu and Sero followed Kirishima in, each grabbing a beer from the fridge.   

“Long enough, you shitty-haired bastard,” Bakugou grumbled as Kirishima stood behind him, wrapping his arms around his waist and resting his chin on top of the other’s head. Denki was pretty sure it only took Kirishima a long time to change because he was washing the hair gel out so his hair could hang loose, since there was no way in hell that it took him forever to change from hiking jeans and a flannel into a pair of black skinny jeans and a Suicide Silence muscle tee. But he would never out his bro like that. 

“Holy shit, Ei? You’re here?!?” Jirou asked as she was still trapped in the bearhug that Camie gave her.

“Long time no see, Jirou,” he laughed, stealing the beer from Bakugou to take a drink from it. Denki saw Jirou and Tetsu share a look before Jirou was squirming out of Camie’s grasp, making a beeline for Kirishima. 

“You should come help me and Tetsu get the rest of the equipment from the van!” Jirou said, trying to pry Kirishima away from Bakugou, who was trying to swat her away. 

“Yeah bro! Come help. We’re wanting to do something special tonight, because of the holidays, and who better to run it by than you?” Tetsu chimed in, a shit eating grin on his face. Confusion crossed his face before some sort of realization set in, of what Denki couldn’t tell you, and a grin to rival Tetsu’s own split his face. 

“Of course I’ll help you guys out!” he exclaimed, handing the beer back to Bakugou, who was thoroughly pissed off, especially when Kirishima told him to just hang out upstairs. “Sorry 'Tsuki, I’ll be back in a bit, promise. Don’t wanna ruin their surprise.” He gave Bakugou a quick kiss, which did nothing to erase the angry look he was sporting, and took off after Jirou and Tetsu to help them with whatever this plan of theirs that they were cooking up was. 

“If they’re doing what I think they’re doing, this is about to be a very interesting night,” Sero chuckled as he collapsed next to Denki on the couch, nursing his beer. Bakugou shot a glare his way, grumbling something along the lines of ‘cryptic bastard’ under his breath. Denki took the time to fish his phone out of his pocket and tried to not let the disappointment settle further in his stomach as he saw his messages to Shinsou were left on read. 

“Nu uh. We already have one grumpy-puss tonight,” Camie chided as she walked over to stand in front of Denki, ignoring the shout of protest from Bakugou behind her. “I may be new here, but this place seems like it’s supposed to be full of fun, laughter, and good times, not frowns, gloom, and doom.”

“Pretty sure Tokoyami prefers the latter,” Denki joked. 

“Well he’s downstairs brooding in the dark. Now put your phone away and let’s get this party started. How do you feel about tequila shots?” she grinned, pulling a bottle out of her oversized purse. 

“Oh man, you fit right in.” Denki felt his own face stretch into an almost manic grin as he pocketed his phone once again and heaved himself up from the couch. He wasn’t going to let the thoughts of screwing up with Shinsou get in his way of a fun night. Slamming three shot glasses on the table, because Denki was going to make sure Bakugou would join them instead of moping like a kicked puppy so help him, he was ready to really get this party started. 

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Denki wasn’t quite sure how or when he ended up in the basement—tequila was known to do that to you—but he felt the excitement of the beginning of the show thrumming through his veins. Bodies packed the space, and Denki knew from experience that as the night went on, more people would arrive. Bakugou was still pouting and it only got worse when he couldn’t get Kirishima’s attention. Sero stopped him before he stomped up to the designated stage area, telling him that he just needed to be patient. Kirishima still stood with Dark Shadow, his back to the crowd as he chatted with the members, and Denki was fairly certain he saw a guitar strap wrapped around his neck. Instantly, all of the pieces of the puzzle clicked into place. 

“Dude! Is Kirishima going to do what I think he’s going to do?” Kaminari questioned Sero, smacking at his arm. 

“Just watch and see, Denki,” Sero grinned.

“What are you extras going on-” Right as Bakugou was about to explode on the two of them, the first note from Tokoyami reverberated through the basement, silencing any lingering conversations. Jirou’s bass soon was added to the mix, and the anticipation was eating at Denki. He knew what was coming, but nothing could compare to the first ripple of shock that ran through him at a live show once the music started. Back still to the crowd, Kirishima inhaled loudly and on the exhale, the magic happened. The guttural words rang out into the quiet of the basement, his head tilted back, microphone poised in his hand above him as he screamed out the intro. As soon as the last word rang out, he turned around, face cracked into a wide smile as he hooked the microphone onto the stand. Tetsu immediately joined in and the band came to life—the cacophony of guitar riffs, bass lines, and drum beats filled the cramped space with an energy that was contagious. The look on Bakugou’s face as Kirishima joined in with a rhythm guitar, headbanging as he waited for the first verse to start, was one that Denki only wished he had the foresight to record, because that shit was priceless. As the verses bled into the chorus, both Jirou and Tokoyami lended their voices in a perfect harmony to compliment the rough vocals that Kirishima was dishing out. Tetsu continued to beat away on the drums, looking every bit in the element that Denki knew he was in. The area in front of the stage soon started to fill with bodies slamming against one another, various liquors spraying all around, as the mosh pit took life during the breakdown. Denki was itching to join, especially after watching Bakugou jump into the fray, but he hesitated. The last time he was in the pit with Bakugou, it didn’t end so well for anyone involved. Cheers from the crowd echoed all around as the ending notes rang out. Bakugou’s shouts of pride for Kirishima were the loudest, which made both Denki and Sero snort in laughter. 

“Happy Holigays, ya filthy animals!” Jirou cried out. “Bringing you some true, back to the roots, Dark Shadow tonight, courtesy of one Kirishima Eijirou! Now, let’s get this party started!” The loud roar of cheers was soon cut short by Tetsu’s drumming filling the space as he transitioned into the next song. This one was Jirou dominated with Kirishima growling out the supporting chorus. Tokoyami was swaying as he played the chords, letting the music flow through him, the serene look Denki knew he was sporting hidden behind his signature raven mask. The song finished and immediately pushed forward into the next and Denki threw himself into the pit during the breakdown after downing the beer he brought down with him. Between Bakugou and Camie he found himself getting thrown around, laughter bubbling up from him. He had missed this so much. He skidded to a stop next to Sero as the song ended and the band took a drink break. 

“Dude! Next time I’m all down and depressed, throw me in a mosh pit. Instant cure,” he panted and swiped Sero’s drink away from him to finish himself, much to the taller man’s chagrin. 

“I’ll try to remember that,” he chuckled. 

“Dude, where are you going? It’s just now getting good!” Denki asked as Sero started toward the stairs following Jirou’s announcement that this would be the last song featuring Kirishima for the night. 

“Stepping outside for a moment,” he said as he brought two fingers to his lips in the universal sign for ‘I need a smoke.’

“Man, I thought you quit that shit,” he teased and received a shrug in response. “Suit yourself—you’re gonna miss the best part. Bring me back a beer!” he called to him as he dove back toward the mosh pit, the heavy riffs reverberating in his bones. He was pretty familiar with this song, given that it was one of Kirishima’s favorites to blare when they went to the gym together, so as he pushed and shoved along with the others he was screaming along to the lyrics, feeling more free than he had in a long time. A mammoth of a man nearly sent Denki flailing back on his ass, but Bakugou and Camie caught him and propelled him forward. 

“Watch it, Baldy!” Bakugou growled. 

“I’m not bald! But my apologies!” the man yelled back, bowing down and nearly knocking his head on Camie’s shoulder, who laughed and shoved him. The tension that had started radiating from Bakugou disappeared as soon as it came, and he went back to enjoying the rest of the song. Denki followed suit, more than energized that he was getting to see his bro really let loose. He couldn’t wait to mosh with him later. 

“Alright! Hope you guys are having as much of a fuckin’ great time as we are!” Jirou yelled, her chest heaving as she caught her breath as the song ended. “Thanks again to Kirishima for joining us!” There were hoots and hollers as he waved and left the stage area to be beside Bakugou, who pulled him in for a rough kiss. 

“Why the hell didn’t you tell me you could do that, Shitty Hair?” Bakugou asked as soon as they parted and Denki could only laugh along with Kirishima, who was sheepishly scratching at the back of his head. If only Bakugou knew that had Kirishima showed up on time on his birthday, he would have found out just what his boyfriend was capable of. 

“I’m really excited for this next song. Tokoyami and I have been working on something a little different for the drop of our EP. Hope you guys are ready for this!” Jirou called out as she grabbed an acoustic guitar. Tokoyami had already traded his electric one out for his own acoustic one, and with a nod from him, they started. The tune was faintly familiar as they plucked away at the strings, Tetsu in the background providing muted percussion against a wooden table. Jirou and Tokoyami’s voices complemented each other beautifully, and it was driving Denki crazy why he couldn’t place the song. He tried to not let a pang of jealousy hit him as he watched Bakugou cling to Kirishima. If he hadn’t screwed up, then maybe that could have been him and Shinsou tonight. He expelled that thought as soon as it came—he couldn’t let himself get down now. He was still riding the high of the pit and nothing was going to come in the way of that. The chorus of the song hit and that’s when Denki realized it was a song that Shinsou had shown him the last time he was at Cool Beans.    

“What an interesting take on this song. I would have never thought to make it acoustic. I really like it,” a voice said beside his ear, making a shiver run up his spine. He blinked, looking over to see what must be an illusion standing by his side. 

“Shinsou? You’re actually here?” Denki questioned, still not believing his eyes. He figured that he was being stood up, if that’s what you could call it, when he hadn’t gotten an answer all day about the invitation to the show. 

“Yeah, I’m here. Sorry, I meant to text you earlier and let you know I was going to make it, but the cafe got super busy. Then I had to chase Jacques around the apartment because he took off with my shirt,” he chuckled. “Also, you can call me Hitoshi, if you want,” he added, a blush dusting his face as he handed a beer over. 

“Then you should call me Denki. And I must say, Hitoshi, this is most definitely more your scene,” Denki smiled as he eyed Hitoshi. He was in a pair of black skinny jeans which were ripped at the knees and upper thighs and they were cuffed above a pair of dark purple Doc Martens. He had on the same black tank top with the unidentifiable band name in silver (that had been driving Denki nuts for ages) on with a dark purple and black flannel shirt tied around his waist. His hair was pulled up in a sloppy bun and all of his piercings were in and damn, Hitoshi looked like a whole ass meal.

“Oh really? And what possibly gave you that impression?” he joked, eyebrow arched. 

“For starters, you don’t look like you’re about to jump out of your skin at the slightest touch,” Denki laughed while the haunting harmony of Jirou and Tokoyami rang throughout the cramped basement. 

“I am almost scared to know what else makes you think that this is more my scene,” he chuckled and took a swig of his own drink. 

“Besides the fact that you look like you walked out of an alternative magazine looking sexy as fuck? What other evidence do you need, handsome?” he flirted and Hitoshi choked. 

“You can’t just say things like that Denki,” he grumbled, wiping his face with the back of his hand. “Just how many drinks have you even had tonight?” he asked as Denki downed the beer given to him, crunching the can and tossing it. Kaminari’s sassy response was cut off by the ending notes of the song ringing out and he called out a loud cheer that was echoed by others in the room.

“How did you even know where to find me?” Denki asked as the realization that Hitoshi was here and standing next to him finally sunk in. He knew he sent him the address, but sometimes navigating the house could be a pain.  

“He ran into me,” Sero said, weaving himself back into the crowd as Dark Shadow switched gears from acoustic to electric once again, the song one of the best covers of My Chemical Romance that Denki had ever had the pleasure of hearing. “Figured he was looking for you since he seemed to fit the description of the ‘totally cute cat man’ you’ve been going on about,” he snickered and Denki’s face flamed at the arched eyebrow aimed at him from Hitoshi. 

“Oh! You’re the waiter from the cat cafe! How’s it going, man?” Kirishima asked as he popped over with Bakugou in tow, both covered in sweat from the pit. 

“It’s been a day, that’s for sure,” Hitoshi shrugged. 

“Tell me about it, Eyebags,” Bakugou scoffed. “I’ll be back—gonna go get us some more drinks.” He took off up the stairs after giving Kirishima a quick kiss and flipping Denki off after he asked for yet another drink.   

“Dude! It was great to see you play again!” Denki yelled, taking control of the conversation and leaning over to give Kirishima a fistbump. “I feel like it’s been entirely too long and that’s a travesty.”

“You’re right. Hopefully I can get back to it soon enough. By the way, my name’s Kirishima. Nice to meet you!” he smiled, extending a hand out to Hitoshi. 

“Shinsou. Same to you,” he responded, clasping hands with him. 

“I met him when I was doing work at Cool Beans! By the way, the angry blond goblin is Bakugou. We work together at Sugar Rush!” Denki laughed. 

“I’m also Ei’s boyfriend, so don’t be getting any thoughts,” he griped, returning and shoving a drink, which suspiciously smelled like rum and coke, at Kaminari. 

“Don’t worry—no offense, but he’s not my type.” Bakugou’s eyes narrowed at him, but he decided against whatever smartass comment he was planning to say as the last notes of the song rang out.

“Oh really? Then what exactly is your type?” Denki purred, threading his arms through Hitoshi’s, who coughed and immediately flushed a bright red. Thankfully, Jirou’s announcement that this would be the last song of their set distracted Denki enough from getting an answer out of the poor man. “Come on! Gotta enjoy the show to the fullest!” he exclaimed, pulling Hitoshi into the pit. The song was a heavier one than Denki was used to hearing from Dark Shadow without Kirishima playing, but he was proud of them for branching out. Denki felt more alive than he had in ages—the laughter and shoving from his friends surrounding him as the song was reaching its crescendo. Things were deliciously fuzzy as the alcohol raced through his body and he felt like he was floating. He found himself flailing from an unnecessarily hard push from Bakugou, but two large and warm hands shot out and steadied him. 

“Whoa there. No eating shit tonight,” Hitoshi murmured, his voice the only thing that Denki could focus on in the moment, the sound of music becoming a muted roar in the background. Denki looked up, panting, and was struck with just how beautiful Shinsou looked; his hair was wild, whisps sticking out of the sloppy bun and framing his face in the most breathtaking lavender halo ever. His eyes were shining with amusement and there was a light sheen of sweat coating his skin. The dim lights of the room were reflecting off his piercings and Denki was almost certain he was looking at the face of an angel. But what really drew him in was the honest to god grin that Hitoshi was sporting. He had seen the smirks and sarcastic grins that Hitoshi had a tendency to wear when he wasn’t looking bored, but this was the first time he had seen his true smile, and Denki was hooked. He could feel his mouth moving, but he wasn’t exactly sure what he was saying to Hitoshi, the hysteric need to get the thoughts of just how gorgeous and utterly hooked on him he was off his chest fueling his inebriated ramblings as the song was coming to an end. Whatever he was saying seemed to have an effect on the other man, for his eyes widened and jaw slackened slightly. As the feedback from the guitar reverberated through the cramped quarters, Denki closed his eyes and pulled Hitoshi down by the shoulders and pressed their mouths together in a quick and sloppy kiss. He felt Hitoshi stiffen momentarily before tentatively returning it and Denki was sure he had died and gone to heaven. Nothing mattered more to him than the feeling of Hitoshi’s mouth working against his as they stood in the dimly-lit basement, shoes sticking slightly to the liquor and sweat dampened floor as hoots and hollers from the crowd, and his friends, faded into a pleasant murmur in the background. They separated, chests heaving, and there was a softness in Hitoshi’s eyes that made Denki feel all warm and fuzzy inside. 

“Thank you for such a great show tonight!” Jirou said, her voice slightly hoarse from the performance. “Up next we’re gonna have Tape Deck’s own Cellophane serenading us! If you’re interested, find us over at the merch table for a copy of our new EP Revelry in the Dark! Until next time, ya filthy heathens!” The crowd dispersed, many making their way to the merch table that Camie was setting up and others heading upstairs for more booze or smoke breaks. Denki leaned against Hitoshi, who wrapped his arm around him, pulling him close, and sighed happily. While Sero made his way to the stage to prepare for his set the only thing that kept revolving in Denki’s mind was he was a very lucky man. If the grin from Hitoshi was any indication, the feeling was mutual. The basement quickly filled back up and the first notes of Sero’s set filled the air, a serene and stark difference from Dark Shadow’s performance. He cuddled closer to Hitoshi, swaying along with the music, and as he lost himself in the melody he found himself having absolutely no regrets.

#jaz writes #shinsou hitoshi #kaminari denki #shinkami #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #long fic #chapter 3 #shaken not stirred #On the Rocks #also on ao3 and twitter #shinkami big bang 2020

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another commission for @left-arm-trash, this time of superman and his son!! Happy Hanukkah :-)

#tysm for commissioning me!!!! :D #sorry i still don’t know how to tag these hfhfhd #i’ll get into dc someday... that is the plan #my doodles #superman #jon kent #i think? this post has been in my drafts anyway it probs won’t show up in tags