#I don´t really care much for going to clubs
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making Mc´s nails
Lucifer:
I mean he isn´t the worst but not the best either
but don´t tell him that otherwise he will get annoyed and leave
and he threw the nail polish at the wall that one time
just tell him he´s the best and just live with the lie
unless you want to piss him of than just go with the truth
but watch out for the temper tantrums
and that he will pout like a child for some days
if it wasn´t so sad it would actually be really funny
Mammon:
he´s not the best either but better than Lucifer
and he won´t lose if you tell him he isn´t the best
he will try to charge you for it though
instead of Grim he asks for affection
don´t tell him he doesn´t have to ask for affection because than he wants to charge you Grim
you both settle on the fact that you have to do his nails for it
it was actually really difficult because Mammon couldn´t stay still
and he was blushing the entire time
Leviathan:
he´s actually the second best at painting nails
partially because he paints them for his cosplays and partially just natural talent
he´ll talk about his current favourite Animes and Mangas
and will often times get side tracked from the nail painting in favor of talking
a lot of times it just ends with you having one hand done and than just playing games with Levi
if your lucky he´ll remember what you two were doing before and he´ll paint your other hand
if your unlucky you just have one hand with and another without nail polish (and Asmo nagging you to do your other hand because it bugs him)
Satan:
Satan also isn´t really bad at it
but if he does your nails don´t touch anything in his room
if you get any stains on his books he will kill you
he´ll also try to convince you to allow him to put cat paw prints on your nails
he will get upset if you won´t let him do it
but he´ll still do it if you aren´t paying attention
at least it looks nice even when he forces cat paws on you
you two will also get time to talk
and if the nail polish dried your even allowed to read some of his books
Asmodeus:
I mean that he´s the best should be pretty obvious (isn´t it also canon that he paints his Brothers nails?)
but it won´t stay at your nails if you let him paint them
he pretty much wants to do a makeover with you
or just put a lot of make-up on you or at the least as much as he think would look nice
it could get rather exhausting because a lot of times it takes hours
but at least you´ll look great
and if your up for it he´ll take you clubbing with him
if not you two will just spend a nice evening looking your best
Beelzebub:
honestly Beel is probably one of the worst people to ask for this
1. he might try eating the nail polish and 2. he´ll probably snack while doing your nails and you will most likely have crumbs stuck on your nails
not as bad but he also isn´t really accurate
but he´s better than Belphie at least (and somehow Lucifer?)
he also did eat the nail polish once
he liked the taste so now you have to watch out
he might be a Demon but this still doesn´t healthy
Belphegor:
Belphie also isn´t really accurate with the nail polish
you would probably have your entire hand covered in nail polish because he doesn´t care
if he doesn´t fall asleep first that is
but he does make a decent job if you somehow manage to catch him while he´s somewhat awake
but to be fair everything is better than having your hand covered in nail polish
it would also be safer for him because he fell asleep on the bottles once
he mostly complained about his clothes getting dirty though
#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me imagines#obey me headcanons#obey me brothers#obey me lucifer#lucifer avatar of pride#obey me mammon#mammon avatar of greed#leviathan avatar of envy#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#satan avatar of wrath#obey me asmodeus#asmodeus avatar of lust#obey me beelzebub#beelzebub avatar of gluttony#belphegor avatar of sloth#obey me belphegor
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"Back to school"- The kissing booth AU Chapter One
part 2 of 4 || series masterlist || previous part || next part
pairing: modern!Aegon II Targaryen x Reader, side modern!Aemond Targaryen x modern!Floris Baratheon
summary: You get yourself in trouble on your first day back in school, go to a party and it´s time for the fundraiser. But nothing could possibly go wrong there, right?
word count: 3k
warnings: mentions of sexual harrasment, underage partying and drinking
Taglist: @fan-goddess
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Now that you sat in front of the principal's office, looking down at the fingers that were playing in your barely covered lap, you questioned your whole existence. You were never one to get into trouble and now you had gotten yourself into exactly that by simply refusing to stay home.
Aegon´s sigh beside you as he puts an ice pack to his busted lip pulls you from your thoughts.
“What?” your voice is a sharper than you intended to, but you don´t care. He was part of the reason why you were here now anyway.
“I know you are naïve and all, but I never would have thought you would be naïve enough to come to school dressed like that and think nothing would happen.” He says dismissively.
“I beg your pardon?” You turn to him, glaring daggers into his form that is still not looking at you.
“Your skirt. You were practically asking for something to happen.” He turns to point at your exposed thighs.
You scoff and open your mouth to give a retort, but right in that moment the principal calls you into his office.
“It wasn´t my fault, I swear.” You start to defend yourself, before you even sit down. “My pants ripped and then my backups weren’t there and so I only had this left.”
“Alright, just calm down.” The principal tells you in a slow voice that you assume is supposed to sound soothing, but you are close to tears with fury and embarrassment. Pulling down the short uniform skirt non-stop.
“Calm down? I can´t calm down. A guy just grabbed my lady bum.” You almost whisper the last sentence.
“Calm down? I can´t calm down. A guy just grabbed my lady bum.” You almost whisper the last sentence.
“And he will have to face the consequences for that. Unfortunately, you broke a rule as well. The length of this skirt is a violation of the dress code. That means detention. Tomorrow.”
Detention goes about as well as it could have. With Aegon sulking behind you on one side, rolling his eyes, shaking his head and scoffing ever so often and the guy that had grabbed you on the other side. As it turns out he is kind of cute though. Apologizing to you in earnest, effectively landing him your number and a date.
Which kind of immediately gets temporarily forgotten that same afternoon, as Aemond drags you shopping. You slump in a chair in front of the changing rooms, waiting for him as the two of you brainstorm ideas for the fundraiser. A task that gradually grows to be more difficult than thought. Every new idea turns out to be taken by another club already, your legs bouncing more out of control with every rejected notion. Ending with you rubbing your eyes for what feels like the hundredth time.
“Ugh, this is so stupid…” You groan and let your head hang over the back of the chair.
When the sound of the curtain sounds off and you look at Aemond, it takes you a moment for the world to stop spinning, while he just stands there waiting for your judgement.
“You know I´m not much help with this stuff… Why do you even care that much how you´re gonna look at the party?”
“Because Alys is gonna be there and I really want to kiss her?” He replies in a dry tone. As if it is ridiculous that you even have to ask and honestly, now that you think about it, you probably should´ve known.
“Today was literally the first time the OMGs ever spoke to me. Plus, she is a cheerleader.” It still confused you majorly that they did in the first place.
“So? Baby steps.”
“She probably wouldn´t even make out with you is if you´d pay for it, Aem... Sorry…” When you look into his eye, instead of finding him hurt you see an idea bouncing around in his brain. As if someone out in the universe had silently counted to three you burst out at the same time.
“Kissing booth!” It feels so good to finally not have to worry about that anymore, but with the relief also comes back another sinking feeling. The one you get every time you think about the date.
“What is one even supposed to do on a date?” You ask Aemond as you sit down in a small café.
“I don´t know, like… sit and eat… I guess.” At his answer the two of you look down at the food in front of you. Exploding into laughter momentarily. You ignore the dirty looks the people around you are throwing your way.
“Seven hells, I´m so lost…”
“Come on, stop fidgeting. You´re gonna be great. And if he doesn´t see what a badass you are that´s his loss. Alright?” Aemond takes your hand to stop it from picking at the seam of your dress.
“I just… Okay, I mean I don´t really believe you, but alright.” You sigh and with your hands still restrained by his, all you can do to soothe your nerves is checking your makeup in the mirror one last time. As Aemond drives off you have half a mind to call him back right that moment. But you know what he would say and so you woman up, calm your trembling legs, wipe your sweaty hands on your dress and wait for your date to show up. Fifteen minutes after your agreed time he isn´t there. You take a deep breath and tell yourself to keep calm. He´s just running a bit late. Thirty minutes later you can´t help the second thoughts sinking in. And when you still wait in front of the restaurant an hour later, with no message or calls you finally called Aemond to pick you up again. You thank him countless times for trying to take your mind off the failure that was supposed to be your first date and he is a real friend, letting you bitch about it the entire time. When suddenly you hear someone clear their throat behind you.
Your head whips around, the expression on your face speaks of more than just hurt feelings.
“Hey…” Your `date´ waves awkwardly, the black eye form the fight still sitting prominently on his face. “I came to… to apologize. I-“
“Yeah. One would think an apology is the least you could do.” You snark back.
“I know, but I had my reasons, okay? You gotta believe me. Targaryen has been going around for years, threatening every guy that planned on asking you out. And I won´t catch another black eye or broken nose or possibly worse for a pair of boobs.”
All the words you wanted to tell him before, get stuck in your throat and only come out in a scoff and a shaken head as he leaves. Lips pressed in a tight line and a curt nod.
“What the fuck is wrong with you?” You try to keep calm as you call Aegon that night. Which, much like your date, terribly fails. “Who in the seven hells told you that it was okay to go around keeping guys away from me?”
“I´m just trying to protect you. You´re naïve, but I know how guys really are.“ He argues back, but you can still hear the smile on his face.
“Oh, fuck off. You do not control me any longer. End of discussion.”
“Sure, we´ll see about that.” There it is again. That unmistakably smug smile on his face that can´t be hidden by his voice. With a frustrated yell you hang up on him and throwing your phone onto your bed.
Pitching your idea of the kissing booth doesn´t make you feel all too great either. Student council is more than just doubtful of the whole thing and Aemond isn´t any help at all as well. The only way you are able to convince them, is by lying about Aegon participating. Sadly, persuading student council doesn´t mean everyone else was ready to participate. Not on the manning the booth side at least. Upon asking most of your year, your phone blows up with messages of refusal.
It makes you glad to get a break from all of it in the form of a party. Something you get excited about to early. The problems follow you there as well. Of course they do. First Aemond tries to talk you into talking to his brother and then the OMGs call you over to them. You don´t even finish greeting them, when Talya holds a Jello shot in your face.
“Here, you need to taste this. Tastes green.” Her voice sounds over the loud music.
Your heart beats higher as the alcohol burns down your throat, yet the girls don´t give you a break. Johanna and Alys talk at you to get you to go over to Aegon and ask him to do the booth, who is currently busy making out with some older girl. For the sake of everyone's well-being and to not catch anyone's attention, you ignore the pull at your heart and after another shot from Talya, you get pushed into the elder Targaryen´s direction.
You clear your throat once and then twice before they notice you. You have never seen the girl before, but she is arguably tipsy already and immediately gets mad at you. Shoving you as she tells you to get lost. You go to defend yourself, but Aegon beats you to it. Telling the girl that you are like a sister to him, and she needs to get. There is another stab in your heart. No one wants their crush to put them in the sibling zone after all.
“Sorry, for ruining that for you…” Your voice is barely audible over the music.
“Nah, it´s okay.” He waves your intrusion off with a small smirk that always seems to rest on his lips.
“Now, that you are alone though… I wanted to ask, if you would help with our kissing booth for the fundraiser?” You try to smile and look as cute as possible to hopefully get a yes out of him.
“Never.” He chuckles. Thus, sending you back to your new `friends´.
When the girls ask you what he said, you put on a mask and just tell them “He basically does whatever I ask, but…” You put a finger to your lips.
The rest of the party goes by much easier and with a whole lot more alcohol. Though you would not remember any of it the next day. Not the many games of beer pong or the Jello shots or may the gods know what else you drank. And most importantly you don´t remember how you started to dance on a table, pulling off your shirt for everyone to see or being caught and carried to a bed that isn´t yours right as you begin to fall.
What you think you will remember forever is the all-consuming and mind-numbing hangover the morning after. Looking around once the daylight isn´t so blinding anymore, you recognize it is Aegon’s room you´re in. At that realization you hurriedly check the state of your clothing under the blanket, to find yourself out of the clothes from last night and in Aegon’s football jersey. The gods didn´t mean you well after either. Right as you plan to sneak out of bed and find your clothes before anyone else can see you Aegon enters the room. You try to hide yourself behind the blanket as you bicker with him about the happenings of the previous night and getting to your clothes. So busy, that you don´t even realize your legs had tangled up in the blanket, making you fall on top of him.
Aegon laughs about the whole thing, as always. You on the other hand are utterly humiliated by the time you are dressed and leave the room to join Aemond, who is already up and way too cheery for what happened the night before. On the other hand, he hands you an emergency kit to cure the thundering headache so you can´t be too mad at him overall.
As it seems you have more reason to be mad at yourself anyway. May the seven damn all alcohol for making you tell everyone Aegon, who even now you can´t stop thinking about, would do the booth.
Building the booth with Aemond is a lot more fun than any of the process before was. You are so stressed out with planning everything, so when his brush hits your skin, turning the skin it touched in a stripe of paint, your first reflex is to give him a taste of his own medicine. Through the laughter and fun, things quickly get out of hand. Ending with you covered in paint all over, as he is a much better shot when it comes to flinging the paint at you without seeing much or being hit with it himself. All the while you can´t even really open your eyes anymore, because there is so much paint on your face.
It leads you right into your next… mishap.
In your almost blinded state, you stumble into the closest changing room, thinking it´s the girls one. Your shirt comes off in a swift motion, the color splashes already starting to dry. Over the sound of the running water in the sink you don´t hear the quiet giggles.
It only erupts into full blown laughter and whistles when you turn around. Still covered in paint, but finally able to see again. They don´t even stop when you feel Aegon´s presence behind you. He lays a hand on your shoulder, trying to shield your half naked body from the spectators and pulling you out of the room simultaneously. However, in his own self-assuredness he forgot your promise that he wouldn´t control you anymore. So, you make sure to run an extra round through the full changing room, leaving with a smug smile on your face and your shirt over your shoulder. Reveling in the disappointed look on his.
After that incident preparations come along great and in no time, you are ready for the fundraiser to arrive. You eat cotton candy and check out the other attractions with Aemond, giggling at the irony of some clubs' choices. Aemond leaves you to go and prepare as you approach Aegon one last time. Asking him for help one last time.
“Look who´s come crawling for help…” His tone is so cynical it stings.
“Ugh, forget it. I just thought it would be nice for you to do something for people that care about you… Guess I was wrong.” You hide the frown by turning around and trudging off.
And then it is time to open your own booth. You put on a happy mask and slide the name plates of the first two people in, handing them their blindfolds. Meanwhile Aemond greets the small cluster that has built in front of the makeshift cash register.
“Alright! First off for the ladies: Jason Lannister! And for the guys: Johanna Lannister!”
“Tickets can be bought right here; all sales and smooches are final.” You add and smile as the crowd cheers.
You and Aemond basically get bombarded with money and so the kissing booth starts off as what you would call a great success. Well, one shouldn´t count their chickens before they hatch, or so they say.
After a while there is a rising uproar, commanding for Aegon.
“Targaryen! Targaryen! Targaryen!” You hear the crowd chanting.
Giving Aemond a panicked look he does something you would have never expected of him. He snatches a blindfold and gets out on stage to replace Jason. Your explanation that it was in fact `Targaryen´ up there, still turns away 99% of the girls. First and foremost, Alys. Which makes you feel hurt for your already blindfolded friend. Then, to your surprise, Floris Baratheon steps forward and pulls him into a passionate kiss. You step aside with them. They look so happy you feel like throwing up.
“It sure is okay to let you man the booth alone, right? We just wanted to have some more fun at the fair before the night is over.” Aemond looks half worried for you, but you know the happiness of the moment overweighs that.
“Yeah, of course I am sure. Now go, before I change my mind.” You smile brightly. Aemond and Floris look so cute it is easy for you to abide by rule number 18 of your friendship rules. Always be happy for your besties successes.
When you return to the action you are right on time to stand in Johanna´s way as she storms off stage. “I can´t do this!”
Looking past the curtain you see one of the nerds picking his nose as he is waiting next in line.
“Girl, you said Targaryen would be here. He isn´t. So I guess it´s your turn now.” Alys blindfolds you and shoves you out on stage.
You know lying wasn´t fair, yet still you feel betrayal course through your system. Unbeknownst to you they dug their own grave. With gaping mouths, they have to watch as none other than Aegon Targaryen replaces that nerd.
You however, only feel two hands on your shoulders, alerting you to someone standing in front of you.
“Okay, look. We don´t really have to do this. I know you expected Johanna and… And this is my first kiss. I mean I tried to kiss Cregan when I was younger but we kind of butted our heads together and…” You ramble on and on until a pair of lips shuts you up.
Butterflies rise up in your tummy and you move quicker than you ever have to remove the blindfold, to find your crush of so many years in front of you. In a matter of seconds your lips find his again. Pressing against them, your arms slung tightly around his neck. Your mind feels as blank as ever. It´s like in one of those movies, where the camera spins around the kissing couple as fireworks go off in the background. In this moment everything is more than just perfect.
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Hey! Can you do a Sherlock x reader based on love story by taylor swift? Like they're dating but reader's parents aren't in for it. Maybe age gap or something so they sneaks out and stuff.
Pairing: Sherlock x Reader - Victorian Era AU
Rating || Genres || Warnings: T. Romance. Mention of blood, and if you're from the Victorian Era prepare to be scandalized lol
A/N: I mean the entire request?! I just HAD to put it in this era :3 Also I didn't listen to Love Story while writing this fic. Nope. Not at all.
Ever since you had met Sherlock at a Ball your parents had been hosting, you had been intrigued. He had no invitation, but had been able to fool all the guests into making them believe he was invited. Even your parents. You, however, had been suspicious and had trailed after him every step of the way.
He had tried to shake you off, but you were determined to prove his lies. And also because you wanted to avoid every single eligible male your Mother paraded before you, in hopes that you would pick someone to dance with.
You had finally cornered Sherlock under the guise of a dance. And he had been a little impressed that he hadn't been able to pull the wool over your eyes with his lies. So, he had told you the truth.
He was here to stop a man from killing his wife and framing her lover for it. And then he asked for your help. The prospect of doing something that went against your proper upbringing, compelled you to agree.
A few moments later, you appeared to fall in a faint, prompting all the attention to be diverted towards you. Providing Sherlock with ample time to stop the villain of the night without causing any unwanted fuss.
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From then on Sherlock would send you telegrams. And as soon as you received them, you would don your hat and gloves, and under the guise of some errand of some sort, would be out of the house.
Normally Sherlock would ask you to come when he required the assistance of a female in his case. Infiltrating a women society, or being in a place where no one would raise an eyebrow at her being there, you would gather whatever information you could pick up on and report back to Sherlock. There were even times when you would climb out of your window in the dead of night to meet with him and help him solve crimes.
His partner, Dr. Watson, had not been too keen on having a young woman accompany them to dangerous and uncivilized places, but you didn't care. This was the first time something exciting was happening in your life.
So far the only excitement that you had experienced had been news of a potential suitor. But that had fizzled out rather fast. Besides solving a crime topped sitting around in the drawing room listening to old ladies gossip.
Unless of course you were on a mission to gather intelligence. It was amazing, Sherlock had once told you, how much women and housemaids could pick up just because no one ever noticed them. You had helped solve quite a number of cases and murders just by listening in on gossip.
Your parents found out about your escapades a little later then they initially should have. Probably because your mother was a social butterfly who was never really home, and your father stayed at his office or his other lodgings in the heart of London most nights.
You had once been nearly caught because Sherlock and Watson had been attempting to chase down a runner, in a gentleman's pub. You had been waiting outside and as soon as the man had come racing out, you had simply stuck out foot, and watched as the man went careening into a fruit stall.
"Quick thinking Ms. Y/L/N." Mr. Watson had praised at which you had smiled in amusement. "Who knew a simple schoolboy trick would take down a murderer."
It was then that you had caught sight of your father standing at the threshold of the club, looking at you with rage in his eyes. Your face had paled, and Sherlock had noticed.
His mind was quick enough to deduce what was going on, and what would occur if he did not act quickly. Which is why he turned to you and gave a small polite bow.
"Thank you for helping us catch the criminal Miss. It was good fortune you were here at such an opportune moment." His hand grasped your gloved one, where he placed a polite kiss at the back of it. Surreptitiously he slipped his pocket watch into your hand, which you quickly palmed and gave him a polite smile before moving to speak to your father.
That was the first time you lied to your father.
How you had only come to deliver his pocket watch to him, which was, of course, not his. Since you had an errand to run in this part of London, you had opted to drop it off.
And that was that.
Or so you thought.
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Your most recent adventure with Sherlock, turned into a rather pivotal moment.
In hindsight, perhaps posing as a couple at a masquerade had not been the best of plans. But there had been no other way. Sherlock had to expose the sweet old widow who was actually running a brothel under the guise of a respectable hotel. She had been hosting a masquerade at her family home, intent to keep up appearances.
All Sherlock had to do was sneak into her study and steal a few letters of correspondence that would expose her. What you hadn't expected was the old widow herself to be giving a tour of her home, and for an entire gaggle of women to barge into the study.
Where both you and Sherlock were.
Alone.
THE SCANDAL!
The gossip mill churned and soon the entire city of London knew that you had been caught alone with a gentleman with no chaperone.
The women who had caught you had failed to report that the both of you had been standing well away from one another, with you rummaging through the desk, while Sherlock went over every inch of the fireplace in case there was a hidden compartment.
But those were insignificant details.
Your father was furious!
He had raved on and on for hours how you had brought shame to the family name, and that no man would ever want to marry someone who had a reputation. Especially with someone like Sherlock? Who was considered an oddity and that most people in polite society shunned just because he was different.
You hadn't spoken once while your father scolded you, but once he began to call Sherlock names you had had enough.
Sherlock was your one and only friend, and the only person you trusted. You were not going to let your father slander him in such a manner.
But your defensive stance against Sherlock only made him angrier, and he gave you an ultimatum.
He would be marrying you off the moment a proposal came.
Regardless of the man's age or station.
You had been numb all over once he said that. Knowing him, he was vindictive enough to go through with his promise. And your father was a proud man who thought social standing was everything. You had just put a huge stain across your reputation, and it was up to him to fix it.
It never crossed his mind to marry you off to Sherlock, and you didn't suggest it either. Because Sherlock would never marry you. You were a mere acquaintance to him. He had no idea of the extent of your feelings for him and how deep they ran.
And perhaps it was better your feelings remained a secret.
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Your father did not believe you capable enough to sneak out a few days after your initial scolding. He thought you that meek, demure young lady you had grown up to be. Of course, he had no idea that since you had begun to solve cases with Sherlock and had tasted what true freedom and joy felt like, it had been easy for you to show your true colors.
You had shown up at 221B Baker Street late evening.
Sherlock had been extremely surprised to see you there. Truthfully, he admitted to thinking you would never return.
"And why would I not come back?"
"Because....being with me would destroy your reputation."
"Its already in tatters Sherlock, I doubt continuing solving cases with you will change anything. Especially since it will be my last case."
He had inquired after your last statement to which you had revealed your father's plans to marry you off.
You had known Sherlock for the better part of a year now, and you had never seen him at a loss for words. But in that moment he had stared at you, and if you were to believe your hopeful heart, there was a troubled look in his blue eyes.
The moment passed, and he quickly told you about the case he had been working on solving and was about to go and confront the killer. As this would be the final case you both shared, you just hoped it was a good one.
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And you certainly got what you wished for.
From the initial moment it was exciting. With the man trying to get away and you and Sherlock chasing after him. Once cornered, the man had taken out a pistol and fired. Sherlock had shielded you with his body, causing one of the bullets to graze his arm.
The Culprit ran out of bullets, and that was the opening Sherlock needed to engage him in a fist fight.
However, he underestimated the man's strength, and while Sherlock was strong and quite adapt at fighting, his bloodied arm did hold him back.
Which led to Sherlock being held by his throat, with the man squeezing as hard as he could.
So far, you had never actively participated in a fight. But in that moment, seeing Sherlock's panicked and terrified gaze flicker in your direction, something inside you snapped.
Letting out a roar, you picked up the first thing you could use as a weapon, which turned out to be an axe.
Makes sense since you were in a wood shop.
You hadn't stopped to think, hadn't even held back in the power of your swing and let the axe fall.
Hitting the man in the back of his head and killing him instantly.
You stood there. Every inch of you nearly covered in blood. You eyes were wide and lips pressed in a thin line in an effort to not scream out loud at what had just occurred. Your hands were still gripping the handle of the axe you had used to kill the man who now lay at your feet in a puddle of his own blood.
Kill.
By the Queen you had killed someone.
Granted he had been about to kill the man you loved, but still. You had killed someone. A man. A living being.
Your gaze couldn't leave his bloody figure, as you began to take in ragged breaths, small sounds coming from the back of your throat as you tried to draw breath without actually choking on it.
"Y/n?"
Your instincts screamed at you and you raised the axe above your head in an effort to defend yourself. Sherlock held up his hands in a surrendering motion.
"It would be redundant if you were to kill me after stopping him from doing so." He said. Anyone who knew Sherlock could see the worry in his eyes as he looked at you.
A sound finally escaped your lips, as your arms went limp and the axe dropped at your feet.
Sherlock.
The man had nearly killed Sherlock.
The man had nearly choked him to death.
The person you had killed had nearly taken away the man you loved.
Forgetting yourself and any form of decorum or propriety, you launched yourself at Sherlock and wrapped your arms around him, bloody dress and all.
Surprisingly, he reciprocated the embrace just as fiercely as you, if not more.
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It was the dead of night, and you stood in front of your parents in a bloodied dress, standing besides Sherlock who was just as much of a mess as you were. Albeit his clothes were in disarray, his arm was still bleeding, and there were bruises all along his face and neck. Not to mention his bloody knuckles.
Your mother had fainted when she had seen you covered in blood, and your father was yet to say a word.
The silence would have stretched on if Sherlock had not broken it.
"I realize this is not the way one would expect to see their daughter so late at night, but I simply wished to clear some things."
He seemed to be gathering courage with every word he spoke. All eyes were on him as he continued.
"Your daughter has helped me put monsters in cages. She has helped solve crimes with her quick mind and sharp tongue. Not to mention she saved my life tonight. And I realize that we may have been caught in a compromising position but rest assured when I say that nothing happened."
He glanced back at you and you met his blue gaze. Something in his eyes shifted and an almost tender look came upon them as he continued. "Even though I wished that something would."
Your eyes widened, as your lips parted. You heard your mother release a horrified gasp, but you could hardly hear it over the thundering of your heart. Sherlock turned back to look at your father.
"You told Y/n, that you would marry her off to the first man who proposed to her. And as a man of honor, I'm sure you shall hold true to your promise when I ask you to give your daughter's hand in marriage to me."
This...........
This was a dream.
It had to be.
Sherlock.
Sherlock was asking for your hand.
Did that mean.........
Your father stood. He was a good few feet shorter then Sherlock, but he glared at the man with such hatred that you were sure your father would have him thrown out.
"You have one week. After which I never wish to see the both of you on my doorstep again."
With that he was gone, with your mother following after him, wailing at how he was making a mistake by marrying his daughter off to a lunatic.
You were still staring at Sherlock who let out a nervous laugh. "I thought your father would kill me for certain." He admitted, pushing his hair back from where the curly strands had fallen in his face.
"Y-you-" Seems he had rendered you mute with his proposal.
He shrugged. "Well it was the more logical thing to do. It would silence the gossip and keep your father from marrying you off to some unpleasant fellow." He frowned. "Then again, I do not believe I am a good man myself but perhaps the lesser of two evils."
Whatever your feelings were about the situation, in that moment your heart broke for him a little. Did he truly believe he was not a good man? Him? Who had helped saved countless lives and put so many criminals behind bars.
He was clueless when it came to himself.
So, perhaps it was a good thing you would be with him from now on to remind him of the good he did.
Walking towards him you slowly took his hand in yours. This was the first time you held his hand where neither of your wore gloves. With no barrier between your skin and his, you could feel the warmth of his palm against your own. Your eyes dropped to where his knuckles were bruised and slightly bleeding when he had thrown punches earlier.
"You truly don't see yourself as a good man do you Sherlock?" You asked, fingers brushing over his knuckles. "What people say about you? Did it manage to get to you? Make you believe you were not good enough." Whether a person was immune to the power of words or not, they still had an effect on them. He stayed silent, instead bringing his other hand up to place on top of yours, enveloping your hand between both of his.
"There was a time when I began to believe what they said. But then you came along. This nosy woman who refused to let me out of her sight because she knew I was lying." You smiled a little at the memory of your first meeting. "And having her speak to me like a normal person, and treat me as such, made me believe that perhaps I am good enough."
You smiled. "And the proposal?" You raised an eyebrow at the sheepish expression he wore. "Yes well, I had to do something to make sure we would continue solving crimes. If Watson can have a wife who was once an assassin, then I can have a wife who helps me solve cases, murder or otherwise."
A small laugh fell from your lips. "Well I suppose it is better then attending parties and sitting down for afternoon tea." He made a face at the very thought of both activities, prompting you to shake your head at him.
"It is a good thing you are past such frivolities and concern yourself with things that do matter." Sherlock stated firmly to which you gave him an affectionate smile. The both of you continued to look at one another for a good long while. Time seemed irrelevant when the two of you were together.
"You are aware of my feelings for you Sherlock?" You finally asked, unable to hold yourself back from asking the question. His eyes never wavered from yours as he leaned his head forward to press a kiss to your forehead.
"And I hope you are aware of mine."
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Dazed - Luke Hemmings
Contents: Mentions of throw up, drinking, alcohol abuse, Luke being mean when he´s drunk, fluffy ending
Word count: 1k
Where Luke and y/n go to a club, but Luke has a little bit too much to drink.
Luke Hemmings x reader
You were at home cuddling with Luke, when you got a phone call.
It was Calum. "Hey, do you guys want to go out? Me, Mike and Ash are really bored." You could obviously hear people around him. "Hey Cal, I would be down, but i'd have to talk to Luke." You told him. "No problem, just call be back when you get an answer." He answered, before you both said goodbye.
"Who was that?" Luke asked. "It was Cal, he was wondering if we wanted go out to the club, do you feel like going out?" You inquired, thinking he would say no, since Luke wasn't a big fan of the club. "Sure, we can go out." You raised an eyebrow.
"Really?" You sounded surprised. "Yeah, why not?" He exclaimed. You smiled.
You decided to wear a simple black dress and some heels, and Luke chose to wear a black shirt and some jeans. "We're matching" You said while looking at him. "We're gonna be the best looking couple at the club." He grinned and placed a kiss on your forehead.
Taking your hand, you both walked into the club. The music was way too loud and the flashing lights were almost unberable, but you were determined to see your friends.
After 5 minutes of searching, you finally found Cal, Ash and Mike, along with some unrecognizable people.
"Hi guys, i´m so glad you guys made it!" Ash exclaimed, slurring his words, you almost couldn´t hear him over the loud thumping of the music. You could obviously tell that he was intoxicated. "Yeah, thanks man." Luke sounded uncomfortable. "We should totally get some drinks!"
Luke looked at you and shrugged his shoulders, to mean "Why not?" Both you and Luke had a stressful week, so a drink wouldn´t hurt, right?
You two walked up to the bartender. "What would you two like?" he asked. "What´s the strongest thing you have?" Luke smiled. You laughed and thought he was joking. "We have a gin cocktail, if you would like?" Luke grinned. "Give me one of those then."
"Babe. that´s really strong, you sure?" You asked, surprised. "Yeah, y/n, i´m an adult, I think i can handle it." He replied. "I´ll just have a water." You told the bartender. You thought that if Luke got too drunk, you could give him some.
Luke got his drink and held your hand, bringing you back inside to the club. Everything was fine, for now.
You asked Mike, who was having the same thing as Luke, "How much gin do they put in this thing?" He laughed. "It´s basically just Gin, like a little bit of tonic!" He screamed through the loud music.
You were, dancing, until you noticed Luke dissapeared. A few minutes after, he returned with Ash, who was holding an entire platter of shots. "Who wants some shots guys?" He screamed.
Luke raised both of his hands. You could tell he was drunk. You took his hand from the air. "Don´t you think you had too much to drink?" You whispered in his ear. "I don´t care, give me more." He said, slurring, and forced his arm out of your hand.
Before you could react, he took two shots at once. You put your face in your hands.
He was dancing, you on the other hand, were shuffling nervously. "Can I get another drink, Ash?" Luke asked. You´ve had enough. You took his hand and dragged him outside.
"What are you doing Luke?" You asked him. "I don´t know what you´re talking about, i don´t get why you´re being such a bitch." He replied.
Those words stung you. You never thought that your boyfriend would call you a name like that, you started tearing up. He saw you and immediately apologized. "I´m so sorry, i didn´t mean it." He slurred and put his hand on his forehead.
Calum was outside, having a smoke break. "You don´t look so good, dude." He laughed. He was right, Luke was turning pale, and his breathing started to slow down.
"I´m okay Cal, I´m ok..." He stopped in the middle of his sentence, and immediately turned his head to the other side to vomit on the ground.
"Yeah, I don´t think he´s okay." Calum said, with his eyes wide open.
"I think I gotta take him home, tell everyone we said goodbye." You told Calum. "Yeah, go for it, bye y/n." You both hugged.
Going to the car park, Luke blurted out: "I´m driving!" You laughed. "There´s no way I´m letting you drive this fucking car!" You took the keys out of his hand, with no struggle.
You put him in the passenger´s seat and rolled down the window. You started the car. While you were driving, Luke just had his head out of the window.
You got home and took him to the bedroom. You helped him out of his going out clothes and put on his sweatpants and a big t-shirt.
After you did this, Luke hugged you and started tearing up. "I´m so sorry y/n, so sorry." He buried his head into your neck. You knew your Luke, and you knew he wouldn´t have said those things to you sober. "Please forgive me." He cooed.
"It´s okay Luke, we all go a little overboard sometimes." You smiled, taking his face into your hands. "I need to throw up again now." He rushed into the bathroom.
"Let me help you." You said. You held his blonde curls up while he was sitting in front of the toilet. You patted his back. "You´re okay baby." You said, in a soft voice.
"Let´s get you cleaned up.'" You helped him up, and put some toothpaste on a toothbrush and wet it in the sink. You brushed his teeth for him. He looked vulnerable, innocent. He spat the toothpaste out and rinsed out his mouth.
You took his hand and guided him to the bed, and tucked him in. "I love you so much, y/n y/l/n. " He smiled at you. "Why are we using my full name?" You giggled. "It´s beautiful, just like you." He smiled.
"Well, I love you too, Luke Hemmings." You said, while stroking his head.
You went to the bathroom and changed your clothes and brushed your teeth. When you came back to the bed. Luke was fast asleep. You got into the bed with him, and took him into your arms.
#luke hemmings#5 seconds of summer#luke hemmings x reader#luke hemming imagines#luke hemmings fic#5 second of summer imagines
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Butch/Femme and the Black experience
So I was workign on my comic triple moon and simultaneously scrolling through tumblr when i came across someones post about butch/femme relationships. As a young lesbiann i was really really invested in those kinds of dynamics. But now as a adult i forgot what it was about. Since i was working on some things for my comic, i decided to freshen up my memory about it.
As I read some artciles and texts about it i found myself getting steadily irked and i wanted to investigate why. after more research, some writing, and thought i realized something. Butch/femme relationships would never work for me. And here's why. First of all, I am a black nonbiary lesbian. A lot of my experience with gender and sexuality are dependent on my race. As a black person, my autonomy was stolen from me. From the day i was born, till the day i die, everything i do and say will be dictated to me based on the color of my skin.
My emotions will never be my own. If i do not act a certain way i am dictated as the violent black person. Or I'm the saintly black person that dictates anothers perspectives on black people as a whole. My presentation will never be my own. Black women are forcefully masculanized from day one and are not even considered to be women under white supremacy and eurocentric standards, and black men are seen as monsters for similar reasons. So what about black queer people? They get it worse.
See, butch and femme mainly meant white people. It always has. If it didn't, why is stud the word used for BLACK masc lesbians? And also, what does it mean to be a femme? What does that look like? Who does that entail? I bet your imaging a white person. And same with butch. It will never work for me or anyone like me because i am black first and foremost. And with the way these articles and texts were talking about it, its almost like they forget that QTPOC exist and can NEVER live up to the standards white gays make up.
And that's what angered me so much. Its all so eurocentric. Not just in appearance, because butch/femme relationships are not just based around looks, but the cultural actions/perspectives of how to treat your partner and stuff like that. How so? When I identified as a women, I had a gf, who was white, and they automatically assumed i was a dominant masc person. Why? Cause I don't take anyones shit, cause i speak my mind, I assert myself, I defend others. Black folk are raised to be tougher. To be strong, to not let people walk on you. because the world WILL do that to US!!! Its either that or we die, or we die either way. We have to be one thing or the other ALWAYS. Black women especially have to be taught this. They are not allowed to be soft or emotional. And they are not given the grace to be treated gently with love and care.
But my white partner did not consider this. Perhaps she saw how I acted as being butch, or more masc. Perhaps it was racism. But the fact is, black people have very different perspectives on relationships than white people do. Doubly so for QTPOC. And because this perspective is not considered, it becomes another opportunity for our autonomy to be stolen. And that's the thing, majority of QTPOC experience this all the time. Their white partners treatign them one way because their perspective is another.
I can see where and why Butch/femme had its place in history, but as a black person, i cannot fit under ideals made mainly by white people for white people. And I don;t think they realize its just another form of alienation. And its EVERYWHERE! Its in the atmosphere at bars and clubs and cafes that cater to queer people, its in how people date, it in how we talk and how we write and whos history we pull from.
I mean it was shocking to go out to the bars and the clubs and really feel that kind of alienation. To go to the dating apps and have ONLY FEMS! NO MASCS. REAL WOMEN ONLY! constantly thrown in my face. Feeling as if, if i do not fit into one thing then i am worthless and no one could want me. As if being nonbinary would only burden or disgust a partner. Its impossible to try and fit in when you literally do not adhere to a gender binary, or possibly any dichotomy for that matter. And that's the thick of it. People like me belong no where.
i see black sapphics/lesbians try all the time to fit into these standards. And i tried to as well. But i canNOT fit in. None of us will.
White gays will never understand that I don't think. I mean, many do not even realize there are two very different LGBTs, there's the white gays, and then there everyone else. Really I wanna know how the black lesbians and sapphics feel about this. Do butch/femme dynamics make you feel similarly safe, or is it just another extension of white queerness you feel you could never live up to?
As I came into my transess, as I realized I am nonbinary, I felt so centered in who I am as a lesbian. I became more comfortable with presenting fem and masc and everything and nothing. Because here I felt that I had a say in who I am. When I read about Butch/femme relationships, what once made me feel centered makes me feel out of place. And its because of the new perspectives I gained.
There is nothing wrong, obviously, with wanting that kind of relationship. Its just an extension of trying to understand and navigate being a lesbian/sapphic in a world that tries to tell you otherwise. But it irritates me how often these kinds of things are eurocentric to a T, and how white gays never seem to acknowledge that. Butch and femme just seems like another expectation that I cannot live up to for reasons more than just I am neither masc nor fem. For me, if that's not how you feel that of course that's fine. But i am speaking about the experience of being a black enby lesbian only.
I was interested in speaking about this because my story, Triple Moon, is about BLACK lesbians ONLY! Its about the alienation, that feeling that you can never be the standard. Feeling like you have to define it for yourself. And that you truly belong no where. It about that very Black Lesbian experience. And I have many characters who are studs and some who are fem and some who are androgynous and some who are none of these things. I explore these relationships and the conclusions i come to I think are very comforting for black lesbains/sapphics. Our queerness is different for so many reasons. And I like using my silly little comics to discuss these ideas.
#somedays they make me want to not be percieved#i wish white lesbians got this some days#black lesbians how we feeling#lesbian#lesbians#sapphic books#lesbian being lesbian#butchforfemme#butch for butch#femme for femme#let the lesbians be lesbians
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Hello! Are you still taking requests? I really love your writing and you capture Eddie soooo well! I wondered what your thoughts were on how Eddie would choose to take someone out on a proper date. Is he a disaster case? Hehe :>
Hi, friend! Yes, my requests are always open!
Thank you so much for the kind words, I really appreciate that and I'm happy that you like my take on Eddie. Here are my thoughts on a date (perhaps even our first!) with Eddie:
If there's one thing that Eddie is good at, it's putting up a front. All of the hurtful words that used to pierce him like bullets now ricochet off of him, but in the comfort of the home that he shares with his uncle, he can allow the mask to slip...and tonight, slip it does.
Nervous doesn't even begin to explain how he's feeling. He's been plucking away at his guitar all evening, but his fingers are fumbling and he's screwed up more times than he cares to count. A string of expletives leave his mouth when Eddie glances to his watch, opting to give up on the guitar practice for now. He has only allotted himself a measly half an hour to get ready and he better get a move on or risk either looking worse for wear or ,worse yet, being late for the agreed upon date.
With his guitar safely cradled back in its designated spot, Eddie's fingers crimp and detangle the mess of curls that cascade down to his shoulders, stopping only once he's satisfied with the reflection peering back at him in the dirty bathroom mirror.
He ditches his trusty Hellfire Club shirt and exchanges it for a well worn plain black t-shirt, but as he heads out the door, he still dons the all too familiar leather jacket and hand decorated denim vest.
Eddie's mind has been racing, plotting all of the various places he can take you, things he can experience with you, ever since he'd proposed taking you on this date. When he climbs into his van and brings the engine to life, his heart thumps wildly in his chest as he hopes that the idea he'd finally settled on will be enough to make you want to come back for more.
You don't make him feel embarrassed when he picks you up, you introduce him to your parents and seem thrilled—proud, even—to be in his presence around your folks, a rare courtesy only ever extended to him on one or two other occasions by friends he's made through Hellfire. When you climb into his van, you begin rifling through the 8-tracks that are thrown into the small box in the footwell of the passenger seat.
"Do you mind," he asks, holding up an unlabeled 8-track which instantly piques your curiosity.
He slips it into the designated slot when you nod your ascent and returns his now clammy palm to the steering wheel as one of many songs begins to fill the vehicle. As the two of you drive to your destination, a flurry of conversation carrying on during the ride, Eddie doesn't tell you that these are songs he's hand picked—songs that make him think of you.
Maybe one day he'll tell you. If tonight goes well.
Eddie takes you to Lover's Lake, not for its scandalous reputation, but for another purpose entirely. It is here that you discover Eddie's passion for the cosmos.
"When I was little," he says as your back rests against his chest whilst the two of you sit on the blanket he's laid on the ground, "I used to go outside at night and stare up at the sky, wishing to be anywhere but here."
It should be a sad thought—it is a sad thought—but Eddie doesn't allow you to linger on the past. Instead, he keeps one arm hooked around your midriff as the other lifts to point out the shape of a constellation—Corona Borealis; Northern Crown—that shimmers overhead.
There is so much more to Eddie the freak Munson, you realize in the midst of his tale of the Northern Crown and the love gained from the legend. Perhaps your story and his will end much in the same light. If you're lucky, your stories will continue to intertwine.
He certainly hopes so.
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Life Updates
This last weekend I went to a Pride fest a little over an hour away, and wild things ensued.
1. I ran into some friends I met at my local pride this last summer, and even though it took a second for us to recognize each other, it was phenomenal to see them. I ended up staying the night at their place (I'll get to why in a sec).
2. I ran into people I went to Catholic elementary/middle school with. They were running an art booth. It was cool to reconnect with people I'd shared a formative childhood experience with and not be the only one who ended up queer.
3. I ran into my now retired therapist, the one who helped me pursue an autism eval and who wrote the pivotal letter that allowed me to get top surgery. I gave him a hug. I'd only ever interacted with him virtually and he is much taller in person. He seems like he's happy and doing well.
4. I didn't see any furries about so I took it upon myself to don my mascot head, just to gauge the reaction. A lot of people came up to me and got pictures with me, including a mom and her kid who really loves furries. I don't even consider myself a furry; like, I don't participate in the community at all anymore. I just think my fursuit head turned out vvv cute, and I didn't spend around 2 years making it from scratch for it to just collect dust in a closet somewhere. It made me really happy that other people also thought it was cute. It was nice being Spark for a while.
5. I went to a drag show with my friends from the local Pride. We were in the front row. It was so cool to see professionals performing.
6. My friends and I went to an after party at a club. I'd never been to a club before and didn't know what to expect. It wasn't nearly as scary as I thought it would be until the end when the establishment closed and the cops were outside directing folks. While there I ran into someone I was in the Arts Magnet Program with in high school; they were there for their sister-in-law. They told me that whenever I'm ready, other former classmates would probably like to hear from me, and that they'd probably be more accepting of me than I realize.
I didn't achieve my goal of being kissed, but that's okay. I fell in love with my friends in more ways than I care to admit. Nothing more will come of it than friendship, and that's okay too. That's what I needed tbh. I realized the full extent of my loneliness and how badly I need friends right now. I didn't know how bad it was and now that I do, hopefully I can do something about it. I cried a lot, probably because I was more drunk than I've been in years. My friends let me stay at their apartment so I didn't have to sleep in my car.
7. The next day we went to a garden and saw lots of pretty plants and fountains, including the biggest, bluest Larkspurs I've ever seen in person before!!
8. I cried for approximately half of my drive back home. I probably should have pulled over, but I was running on less than an hour of sleep, and I had grad school homework I needed to finish before midnight, so I pushed through. I realized goodbyes have been getting harder. A couple of weekends ago when I visited college friends for the weekend, I cried for a long time on my drive home then too. It seems it didn't take long of being off T for my tear ducts to function again. Something else is wrong with me though, I shouldn't be crying so much over goodbyes; I have my suspicions. I'm sure a particular goodbye that happened more recently isn't helping, but mostly I think I just feel alienated from people like me where I live currently.
I need to get a new vehicle soon so I can travel more. I want to go on dates, both casual and serious, in the near future. I want to kiss and be kissed, if just to feel like I'm alive. I wish I wasn't a terrified kid in a 25 year old's body. I feel like I can't be taken seriously when it comes to romance because of the ways my trauma has broken me into the person I am today (tbf, being transmasc means I look like a 14 year old boy, so that doesn't help the whole maturity thing either).
I'm coming to terms with how much grief I carry with me everyday. I think that's the most alienating part of it all; I think that's where all the loneliness comes from.
Sadness aside, I really like grad school so far. It doesn't feel hard yet because it's all stuff that interests me. I also got a really nice scholarship package for my first year and that's pretty cool. I'll finally feel alright ordering the print copies of my book, Fidelity to share with friends/family. The sequel, Autonomy, is currently in the works. They're both basically zines that ended up being lengthier than initially intended, and they include a mix of poetry, prose, and photography. I know I don't really have a following here, but if it just so happens that you read all the way to this sentence, if you'd like a free pdf of Fidelity, hmu, I'd be happy to send one your way.
Be kind to yourselves, and stay curious,
-Lark
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TheLreads, Vigilantes ch 89, Replies Part 2
1) “RAPPA THERE ARE OTHER CHICKS HERE WHAT WAS THAT COMMENT EVEN ABOUT YOU KNEW THAT NOT ONLY MEN LIKE BEATING EACH OTHER SENSELESS SMH “- I mean, there are spectators and fans in the room as well. It’s not a fighters-only club, she could have just been there to watch the carnage from the sidelines.
2) “Oh yeah Mirko, I sure hope you won’t remember this later on when you become a hero… Although I don’t think you ever got involved with trigger investigations- do you even know that’s part of the job description besides kicking ass and taking names?”- I am 90% sure that Mirko has never done any investigative work as a hero. If she has sidekicks, that’d be almost entirely their job description, along with handling the paperwork whilst she runs around from fight to fight.
3) “Considering how gas behaves, I’m surprised that you two are fine now. You can see it is denser and sinks to the floor, so in theory it should’ve spread far enough to cover this corner. maybe.”- It seems to be concentrated around the actual ring itself, so whilst Mirko’s a little better off at higher elevation, the outside corners of the room are also a temporary safe spot until the gas gets stronger – plus, this is clearly also proto-trigger, so it seems that you need to get several good lungfuls before your Quirks are affected, and they’ve both taken only trace amounts in their current positions.
4) “WAIT
WHAT- IS THAT KUROGIRI? OR IS IT THE PERSON FROM WHICH THEY TOOK KUROGIRI’S POWER?”- The butler is here to help his master clean up the mess.
5) “is that afo’s hand reaching in through a kurogiri portal to steal quirks out in the open in an event that is being transmitted online and in the presence of a current pro hero and a future pro hero?
it better not be Furuhashi “- Well, it’s very clearly no longer being transmitted online, but yep, AFO’s done with this place, and now it’s time to reap the benefits before the police make everything too hot to handle. Mirko can be forgiven because she’s clearly not much of a thinker at present (plus I don’t think she noticed the Quirk-stealing) but Knuckles….we’ll get to that later.
(Vigilantes ch 86)
6) “Considering they have a pretty nice place and are even advertising it online I don`t think they are too concerned about what might be found there, I doubt this is AfO`s business, like it seems to be trying to point at.”- Well, not one he’s directly connected to, but one that serves as a suitable lure for his actual operations to rake in the necessary materials…
(Vigilantes Ch 87)
7) “So yeah, that`s trigger, but I don`t think that`s AfO`s business yet, I think this is before he took hold of that thing and started his plans.”- Yeah, turns out….we really misjudged how involved AFO was going to be in the events of this prequel. We assumed he’d never lower himself to the street-level crimes that Knuckleduster and Koichi were investigating until Trigger’s worth had been proven and he realised it was worth stealing, but turns out, he’s been directly involved with refining and perfecting the formula under Garaki’s supervision for years.
Bit of a shock honestly, and I do sorta wish it wasn’t the case? Like, I feel Knuckle and Koichi deserved to be faced off with an overarching Villain they actually had a chance of confronting and beating, but I guess it does fit for the symbol of evil’s far-reaching tendrils to create chaos and disaster on multiple levels of society before he got directly involved with Izuku’s plotline.
(vigilantes ch 88)
8) “And apparently this isn’t exactly trigger, but it might be a prototype of it, before AfO got his potato hands into the mix.”- Or, you know, hadn’t quite refined the formula to be as effective. Needed some time to figure out what worked and what didn’t
(Vigilantes ch 88)
9) “Yeah so this is definitely no AfO’s doing, like he would care for things like asking permission.”- On the other hand, this isn’t AFO, and likely doesn’t even know his venue is being secretly used as an illegal Quirk-harvesting/testing ground. He probably just accepted the drugs and took what was said about them at face value, and knows he and the fighters ae being monitored by a mysterious backer, but he likely doesn’t realise the depths to which he’s involved with such a dangerous villain.
(Vigilantes ch 88)
10) “Also, the fuck you guys have batons here for? This is an illegal operation, why are you trying to not intimidate with non-lethal weaponry? Bring the goddamn shotgun on his ass your morons”- Well, these guys are supposed to be badly injured, so it theoretically shouldn’t take that much effort to subdue them – not to mention AFO wouldn’t want the merchandise dying before he can suck the Quirks out of them.
(Vigilantes ch 88)
11) “…
YOU
FUCKING WHAT NOW
THIS WAS ACTUALLY AFO’S OPERATION ALL ALONG???
THIS MESS???”- Well, probably not directly, but he likely had a hand in funding it and secretly supplying them with drugs and resources for him to monitor the effects with, whilst keeping far enough away under a veil of secrecy that there’s no direct connection or any hints that he’s anything more than a shady backer who hid in the shadows.
12) “Oh damn Mirko didn’t even saw Knuckle coming, that just goest to show how absurdly fast he can get when he gets serious”- And given how the warping keeps up with him even from an external viewpoint, just how fast is Kurogiri’s mist/ability to distort space? We are lucky his head’s as messed up as it is by present, cause if he could control this power freely, it’d be a gamechanger.
13) “I would be more worried how Kurogiri is opening portals so fast- I mean, if he closed and opened another one he would end up cutting AfO’s hand, which wouldn’t be a problem for us, but it certainly would for the timeline”- AFO’s also pretty fast himself, especially since he likely has a few speed-enhancer quirks on him now, so he’d likely be able to reach out, steal a Quirk and remove his hand before it got chopped off. Remember that he was fast enough in his prime to steal Quirks in the blink of an eye, and he’s still not yet been crippled by All Might at present.
14) “Okay now, I do have a few problems with that, wasn’t AfO already eyeless by then? Because I don’t think he’s just sticking his hand to get quirks without even knowing what they do, he is a collector but not of trash”- Yes, he’s not lost his oculars presently. No, it’s not a good idea to try and fit this event into a concise timeline, you’ll just hurt yourself. Best to let it go and thing of things happening in a vague “ish-years ago” timeframe, rather than hard numbers.
15) “HOW DID THE GAS DIDN’T GOT HERE YET
EVEN MORE CONSIDERING KNUCKLES JUST MADE A VACUUM TUNNEL FUNNELING IT TOWARDS THEM WITH HIS SPEED DAMMIT KNUCKLES”- presumably the proto-gas stuff is incredibly dense and therefore will take a few minutes to completely fill up the room – not to mention it also apparently requires higher doses of exposure to affect somebody’s Quirk
16) “Alright Knuckles, the fact you’re asking for Mirko’s help immediately leads me to believe you were the one that made sure she didn’t got in trouble for this”- Aaaand that’s about all the explanation we’ll get for how this whole event didn’t wind up a black mark on Mirko’s record.
17) “MIRKO I WAS JUST JOKING
Although I can’t think of anything else you in particular would say in that situation.”- Mirko is a simple woman, with simple needs.
18) “Oh god, please say “a manly philosophy” rather than “punches” “- I would actually love to see Crimson Riot interacting with these two.
19) “OH MY GOD RAPPA PLEASE”- Same braincell, different bodies.
20) “But then what Knuckles? The police is still on their lunch break, they can’t stop it just because you asked them, that’s not what they came here for”- The line at the donut store can be a real killer, let me tell you.
21) “oh- oh no, I think someone already knows who Knuckles is…”- Knuckles has made himself an above-average nuisance, and now, it’s motivating somebody to try and squash that gnat…
22) “and he didn’t thought of telling anyone that there was a crazy fucker that stole his quirk? I know he wasn’t aware of All Might’s beef against him, but I think that’s the sort of thing you want other heroes to be aware of
You’re telling me that everything that followed and lead to the current arc of the main series… was because Knuckles was a dumbass that didn’t told anyone that AfO was still alive? “- Yeah…uh, basically that’s it. Knuckles, just like with Nomura/number 6 in the present, seems to have this whole bizarre honour code of “the only person allowed to stop you” going for him with the animosity he has towards the VF and its mysterious backer. And yes, he’s unaware of the history with All Might and AFO, but for some reason, he genuinely seems to want to be the one who takes down the villains in the end, despite his powerlessness in the present.
It is honestly weird for him, that he’s consistently making such an irrational decision, but he apparently did/does want to take down AFO. Granted, part of it could be that he wants to ID where AFO is and what he’s planning before informing the authorities so they can send All Might after him, but at other times, like him taking on Nomura solo, I get the sense that he still wants to be the hero and stop the villains, even lacking power anymore.
It’s almost like a bizarre inversion of All might’s character arc in MHA, that Knuckles has trained up a stronger protégée than himself in the new line of work he’s found himself in, but he keeps trying to take on the fight with the villains himself and keep said protégée out of it, to the point that Koichi only has direct dealings with Nomura after Knuckles got forcibly removed from the picture.
@thelreads
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Angel (lrh) Chap. 2
warning: language
note: not edited but i dont care. i said next fic would be a george daniel fic. i lied. deal with it
12 hours ago, Luke had been dumped onto his front porch like a bag of trash, and at the moment, he didn’t feel that different from one.
Luke had tried almost everything he knew to solve a hangover: exercise, hydration, even some weird concoction Ashton whipped up for him in the morning that sent a weird tingle through his veins for just a moment, but the throbbing of his head and sickness in his stomach made him wince at every sudden move surrounding him.
At precisely 3 o’clock in the afternoon, Luke downed half a pot of coffee, and by 3:23, he got into his car and drove to the local strip club, Les Belles Femmes, to right a wrong.
The wrong, in this instance, would be referring to the beautiful woman he thoroughly annoyed last night. Maybe he wanted an excuse to go back to the strip club, maybe he wanted an excuse to see her again, that eye-catching individual he felt a strong sense of guilt for burdening last night.
His car comes to a rolling stop, well, Michael’s car, in the trashed parking lot of the club. This place looks a lot different in the day time, the sign not so glowy, the building not so alluring, or maybe he’s just sober this time. Michael didn’t know that Luke took his new car out, and Luke had no intention of telling him. After the stupid fistfight Michael got into last night at the party, he had been passed out his bedroom with the lights out for hours. Ashton checked in on him a few times, checking for a pulse, and Michael simply swatted him away like an angsty teen.
Luke’s hand slides onto the metal handle of the door and he exits the vehicle, approaching the club, coming face to face with the bouncer.
Of course, with Luke’s luck, it’s Steve from last night. Steve remembers Luke, Steve doesn’t like Luke, Steve won’t tolerate Luke, not again. “Beat it, mop top.” Steve starts like a bully from a 2000′s movie.
“Please, man, I gotta talk to her,” Luke all but gets on his knees and begs the other man, though not much larger than him vertically, he had much more more on him horizontally. In other words, dude was jacked as hell.
“Who?”
“Angel.”
“You’re here for Angel? Sure. What’s her real name?”
“...Olivia.”
Steve sighs. “Just go home kid. You’re young. You’ve got better things to be doing at 4 o’clock on a Saturday.”
“I really don’t. Can I please just talk to her? Please?” Luke considers poking his bottom lip out in a pout but ultimately decides against it, not wanting to risk it.
Steve sighs like that’s all he knows how to do. This must be an everyday thing for him. “I’ll call her out here. That’s only if she wants to come out, got it? If she’s busy, you’re out of here.” Luke enthusiastically nods, and Steve disappears into the tinted front doors of the club.
His heart is in his chest, thumping and thrashing about and he wonders if he’s too young to be having a heart attack, and the overworked muscle threatens to stop all together when he sees the door open again.
“Oh, it’s you,” she rasps at him, and Steve is following right behind her, keeping a watchful eye over Luke, as if he would get handsy any second now.
She’s not wearing a typical garb of someone in her line of work, she dons some black sweatpants and a black Nirvana T-shirt, much to Luke’s approval, but he keeps that to himself, at least for now. She must have just gotten here, perhaps not even a few minutes ago. Lucky timing.
“It’s me. Can we talk?” Her face is bewildered, she seems mildly annoyed that she’s out here off the clock, but nods.
“So, uh, I kept thinking about you, the random act of kindness you showed me last night when you really didn’t need to, I felt bad about not deserving it. So, if you’d allow it, would you like to have dinner with me?”
“No.” She turns on her heel, ready to bolt back inside to her safe space, but of course, he just won’t have it.
“Wait! Okay, that’s fine, you don’t need to go on a date with me, totally fine, I get it. I’m a creepy guy who shows up at your work to ask you out, not my proudest moment, I’ll admit. Um, I - uh - I’m playing a show tonight! Me and my band. I’ll get you a ticket, two if you want to bring a friend, free of charge.”
“What makes you think I want to see your crappy little garage band?” She counters, contrarily. He cracks a smile, unreciprocated.
“Because your a kind woman?” She scalds him with a stare, “hey, we’re not awful. And it’s free. It will be fun, I promise, I’ll play a great show, just for you.”
She sighs, just like Steve would, and speaking of Steve, he’s been watching in amusement, slightly in disapproval, yet doing his best to hold in a laugh at the patheticness of this young man.
“If I show up,” Luke’s smile doubles, “ if, heavy if, you promise you won’t be weird about it? You won’t make some weird mention of me on stage. No random love confessions?”
“Pinky swear,” he extends his smallest finger to her and she stares again, scalding him again, he puts his hand down.
“Angel? It’s 4:30,” Steve warns from behind, standing guard at the doors.
“Write down the time and place, give it to Steve, if I’m feeling nice, I might come. Don’t get your hopes up, freak.”
He should be mildly offended at the name he was just called but he isn’t, and for some weird reason, he kind of liked it a little bit. He’d have to explore that more later.
“Perfect. Cool. I’ll see you later. Maybe, I guess. Either way though, it’s fine, really.” Luke’s still shouting stupid things as she goes back inside, leaving him alone, with Steve.
“Alright, alright, I’m leaving,” his hands raise in surrender as he walks back to Michael’s car. He can’t wash the smile off his face as he pulls out of the carpark.
⋆*･ﾟ:⋆*･ﾟ:⠀ *⋆.*:･ﾟ .: ⋆*･ﾟ: .⋆
“What’s wrong with you, dude?” Michael appears behind him in the dressing room mirror. He’s got a shiner roughly the size of a young woman’s fist and Luke doesn’t even feel bad about the full body laugh that escapes him. “Yeah, yeah, have your laugh,” he grumbles.
“I’m sorry mate, what were you saying?” Luke fusses a little extra with his hair tonight, experimenting with different strands laying out in variations across his face.
“I was asking what’s wrong with you. Why are you so excited?”
“What? Am I not allowed to be happy anymore?” Luke turns back to look at Michael but Michael deathstares him.
“No.”
“Whatever,” he mumbles as Michael walks away. The band was going on in 10 minutes, and once again, Luke was worrying if he was of age to be having a heart attack with how furiously it assaulted his ribcage in deep, heavy pumps.
Sure, he doesn’t necessarily take care of his body, but he’s only 20, he doesn’t have to, right?
The stage lights are hot, bright, and blindingly white once they shine down on Luke. He feels like he could fall off this stage right now, hoping security could act fast enough to catch him in the front row. Or maybe he’d stagedive. He did say he’d give a good show to Angel. Hey, maybe if she liked it enough, she might even tell him her real name. Maybe agree to the date.
Either way, his ass was on the line with tonight’s performance. Tonight’s venue was only big enough to host 300, maybe 350 people, so he hopes she doesn’t see the small crowd and imagine his band sucks so much that no one even comes to see them live.
Sure, they were no Fifth Harmony, but he could hold a tune pretty well, and as long as he jumped around the stage looking pretty for about 45 minutes, the fans seem content with him.
Needless to say, he had never been so worried about a performance since his very first performance that didn’t include at least 3-10 family members in the audience. The first few shows of the band were mostly family, friends, and anyone else they could beg to come, but eventually people started coming on their own terms, no begging involved. If you squint, this nights was not one of those, as Luke had to do some serious begging to get this girl in the audience.
She probably didn’t know he knew that she was here tonight, as she didn’t dress up in any way, blending in with the crowd, but little did she know that Luke put in a word with the entrance security to alert him when a certain someone with a VIP ticket shows up.
VIP means that she, amongst a few other fangirls, would be coming back to meet the band after the show ends, that is, if she wants to. She could decide the four of them are shit and go home early.
Whatever, whatever, whatever, don’t think, don’t stress, don’t worry, whatever a therapist would say right now.
The setlist consisted mostly of songs off their newest album, Sounds Good Feels Good, along with some classics from their self titled album, and a few sentimental songs, mostly just for the old fans, off the B-Sides album.
The band ended the first portion with the set with Jet Black Heart, coming back for an encore of She Looks So Perfect, then finally exiting the stage for the night, and Luke almost started biting his fingernails even though that’s something he doesn’t do.
He sprawled himself down on a backstage black leather couch, feeling sweaty and overall a little rank, and Michael walked up to him, fake-punching him in the stomach with an explosion sound effect, then continued walking to the entrance that the VIP guests would be entering through in just a few minutes.
“Dude, you coming or not? They’re almost here.” Ashton nudges him with a gentle knee and tiredly, Luke sits up, stretching out his arms loudly, enjoying every snap and crack emitting from his tired joints.
He suddenly hears frantic female chatter and he knows it’s time, so he stands up, turns around, and is face-to-face with her. Angel, the one who he had been waiting for all night. “You’re here,” he pretends to be surprised.
“I am,” she smiles nicely but he can sense there’s something behind it, a heavy ‘but’ lingering in her words. Before she can continue, he starts.
“You look nice, tonight. I like the jeans,” he comments on the ripped black skinny jeans that look like they’d be straight out of his own closet, speaking of which, he is also currently wearing black skinny jeans, the only difference being the lack of a tasteful rip over the left knee.
“I know. So do you. It was a great performance, by the way. Though, I’m getting the feeling the crowds usually aren’t this small, you had some serious die hard fans out there.”
“Yeah, we’re doing some smaller shows before we go on a hiatus for the next album we’re writing. This one tonight, it’s the last one, actually.”
“Oh really? Cool.” He doesn’t know what else to tell her, as there’s no other concert to invite her to again, and he doesn’t want to rush her by asking her out again, he could easily fuck this up and never see her again as easily as he convinced her to come tonight.
“So, I-”
“Listen-”
“Sorry, you go first,” she continues.
“Okay, um. Do you wanna hang out again sometime? Maybe go to a party my mate is having in a few days or something? Or, if you wanna keep it lowkey, that’s cool too, maybe a movie or something?”
“Right, so listen, I don’t usually do this, and I’m starting to realize why. I think driving you home last night was a mistake, I know that now, and I’m sorry if I gave you the wrong idea with this whole thing, but I try my best to keep my private life and my work life separate.”
“What?”
“Hey, don’t take it personally. You’re a great guy, got a lot going for you, you sing, you dance, you’re cute, you’re persistent, girls love that, and I’m sure any day now, you’ll find a good one, but I’m sorry, I just don’t think it’s gonna be me.”
He doesn’t say anything, just hopes nobody is listening to this right now.
“So, I should probably head out now, thanks for the show, and for the ticket. I appreciate it, really. Maybe sometime you can come into my work and I’ll give you a freebie or something,” she’s already at the door with her back turned when she gives it a second thought. “I’m kidding, by the way, don’t do that. I’ll have Steve kick you out again. Bye though!”
He’s just standing there dumbfounded, when a girl with a VIP pass comes up asking for a hug and a picture, and he does as he’s asked with a content smile on his face but his mind is elsewhere from his loving fans.
She called him cute. She called him cute! At least the night wasn’t a total failure. Sure, that’s what he’ll tell himself to avoid hiding in his closet and crying like an insecure teenage boy who just got rejected by his crush.
No, he was a 20 year old boy who got rejected by a stripper, this is different, these are adult problems, not teenage problems.
#luke hemmings#luke hemmings fanfiction#5 seconds of summer#5 seconds of summer fanfiction#5sos#5sosfam#5sos fanfic#luke hemmings x reader#calum hood#michael clifford#ashton irwin#fanfiction#fanfic
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Tokyo revengers/Jujutsu kaisen
Femdom
Bondage
Semi-public sex
Pegging
TR:
Femdom:
Mitsuya
he likes it when he´s pampered and is usually a good sub
can be bratty sometimes but prefers to listen to your orders
he just loves nothing more than a beautiful woman taking care of him
can take edging really fucking well so he always makes you proud
he looks so pretty all fucked out
Bondage:
Sanzu
listen he gets overwhelmed a lot and being all tied up makes him feel safe
it´s also one of the few moments where he feels taken care of and loved
because you do it with such a dedication and he can´t fathom how anyone can take this much time for him and actually look at him the whole time? actually pay attention?
he loves picking out new and soft material with you, also loves to be gagged cause he has a thing for spit
such a slut for complete submission
Pegging:
Takeomi
hates to admit it cause of his pride but he always wanted to try it out
takes a lot of time for him to actually bring it up with his partner though
once he does there´s no going back though, he loves it rough the most but only cause he feels like he doesn´t deserve it gentle
literally fucking cries from pleasure when you hit his prostrate for the first time (you´re only fingering him at this point but it´s pretty cute ngl)
he gets all whiny and slutty for you when he´s needy
Semi public sex:
Wakasa
this bitch. he will tease you relentlessly anyway
but he also doesn´t want to actively embarrass you so his go to are usually restrooms, closed off spaces like alleyways and their gym afterhours
he also is the reason the gym needs closing time cause Shin and Benkei don´t want to disturb you
loves to keep you hanging for a bit and make you pay attention only to him
king of: ´we won´t get caught´ (you got caught like 3 times already but this man won´t stop)
JJK:
Femdom:
Ino
baby boy. certified.
also such a good, obedient boy, he gets so excited every time he knows you´re gonna dom him, just can´t wait
has the cutest and most genuine reactions cause he´s so sensitive
he´s always got the sweetest smile on his face
will get overstimulated easily but always keeps going for you
Semi public sex:
Toji
look, he´s a busy man. he doesn´t have the time to do it all romantically
plus he wouldn´t be caught dead paying for a hotel room when a restroom is more than enough
his go to places are clubs though cause everyone is fucking in some way shape or form and nobody cares
will get so turned on when you suggest it tho!!!
will forever tease you with it and will never let you down how horny you are for him
Pegging:
Noritoshi
another sweet baby boy!!!
pls I just wanna pamper him >.<
he´s very shy but also loves to experiment with sexuality and fantasies
the cutest whimpering mess whenever he gets overstimulated
has trouble cumming but with the right technique he´s on cloud nine (plus you always make it enjoyable even if he can´t finish that day)
Bondage:
Sugu
there´s nothing more pretty to him than have you completely at his mercy
will he tease you more than you can handle? make you beg for him? you never know, he loves to take his time with you
loves to trace his hands over all the knots
will leave you hanging even after you came because he loves watching you twitch and writhe in pleasure
oooh and the anticipation before he actually fucks you...
#tokyo revengers#tokyo revengers wakasa#tokyo revengers imagines#tokyo revengers mitsuya#tokyo revengers sanzu#tokyo revengers takemichi#tokyo revengers x reader#tokyo revengers x you#tokyo revengers x y/n#tokyo rev smut#tokyo rev headcanons#tokyo rev imagine#tokyo rev x reader#tokyo rev x y/n#tokyo rev fluff#tokyo rev x you#mitsuya smut#mitsuya takashi#mitsuya hcs#mitsuya x reader#sanzu#sanzu imagines#tokrev sanzu#sanzu x reader#sanzu x you#sanzu x y/n#takeomi x reader#tokrev takeomi#tr takeomi#takeomi smut
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i don;t wanna bother u with this but how do you think metropulse will rank in the oricon charts? top 40? top 100? top 150?
We going ✈ Oricon Top 200 ✈
No but really, my advice is to just not care too much about it. I don’t think capsule is in any danger of getting dropped from their label (they went nearly seven years just doing two annual festivals and a smattering of club appearances), and besides that Nakata’s spent most of his career saying he doesn’t create with the intention of “selling,” he doesn’t care about charts or being popular. Of course those things still matter in some form but capsule was by design never going to win some sort of popularity contest in the J-pop industry and it was pretty insane that they sold as well as they did from 2007-2010 (thanks Perfume).
I’m trying not to rant about this since it was really just a general question but too often I see fans of music artists having some personal stake in how well their faves chart/sell -- that’s idol fandom behavior, capsule isn’t an idol group lol (if Warner was smart they would’ve made photocards for the album tho...).
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the poor Unpopular dudes-Raphael
as a Thirteen fan I can´t judge but I guess I can kinda see Raphael being unpopular, this has 634 words
also sorry if he´s ooc I don´t have much experience with the new Characters besides Thirteen
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did you decided on your own poll because the Newspaper club one was rigged? yeah but instead of popularity you looked for the most unpopular one according to the Students of RAD and Raphael being voted the most unpopular one actually surprised you, your vote went to Mephisto but maybe that´s just because he hates you and you still want to shove him down the stairs for being an entitled dick but that´s besides the point
it´s actually hard for you to guess how he might feel about this but you don´t think he would care about what the majority of students would think or maybe he would be a bit upset, it´s hard for you to guess such things because he always looks like a wet cat who just heard the worst news ever, you know it´s just how his face looks but you can´t help it doesn´t help that he really doesn´t like the comparison...
it would have done you some good if you would have watched where you were walking towards because you ran into another RAD student and you dropped the results, normally this wouldn´t have been a thing for you to worry about but it landed near Raphael´s feet and of course he picked it up and you doubt he didn´t at least read a bit about what it is about
“heya Raphael! Ya know I would really appreciate getting my paper back ya know? boring school stuff an-” Raphael interrupted you “why is my name on there and why does it say I´m the least popular” it´s hard for you to say if he was upset or not because of his normal look but you suppose he doesn´t care if he looks like always
“well did you hear about the RAD popularity contest before? If not long story short some folks falsified the results and it was canned so I decided to do an unpopularity poll just for fun and uh… you won” he looked at you and just nodded at your answer “I see and do you know who voted for me?” you don´t know why but something tells you that even if you did you shouldn´t tell him unless you want to turn the people into swiss cheese that is “nah sorry don´t know who voted for or who even voted at all, anonymity, magic and all of that”
“I see…” aaaand now he actually looks upset about this, great now you feel bad about this the worst thing is you know of a way to potentially cheer him up but there is a good chance you would die from it or at the very least get really sick
“now that I think about it I feel pretty hungry don´t you Raphael?” he gave you a questioning look and you decided to continue “well I just remembered Solomon offered to make Dinner some time ago and I haven´t been able to take him up on that offer, would you like to join us?” you don´t know how but this has brightened him up not much but noticeable enough
“I would like to, Solomon does always manage to make his food look perfect and it has a rather unique flavor” urgh… you know you offered but you still aren´t looking forward to it and if somebody held a mirror in front of you, you were sure you would look sick but if it makes him feel better you suppose you have to go through it
“well you right about the unique taste that´s for sure, just gimme some time to text him so he can prepare everything” Raphael nodded and both of you made your way to Purgatory Hall the talk with him was nice but it didn´t lessen the dread for what is going to happen...
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AIron Man tries to learn how to bake from Jarvis. He has the memory of what Tony’s favorite cookies were in his mind and no way to taste it, and the memory of the quiet moments with this man in this kitchen echos there too. (Baking is a science and I can see him getting ok at it by following recipes to a T)
He and Jan bee keep together and garden. She comes outside to sketch her ideas for her next design and listen to the hum of the armor and the bees. Hank joins them and tells them bee facts until he decides that’s enough Sun for today
Can Thor tell Iron Man is a being of electricity? Don Blake worries about all the things he hears Iron Man CAN’T do without the armor, he can tell there’s a person hurting right in front of him and he can’t convince him to let the good doctor try and help
He spends so much time with Steve I don’t know what one thing they do together that would be their Thing
Does he do anything with Happy, Pepper, and Rhodey? Go for a drive, chat about the company, race in the sky?
(Is Iron Man still helping to protect the company? Like if the Living Lazed tries to B steal a prototype they call Iron Man first?)
this is So. this is so cute,,,,, god. iron man BAKING and he cant eat any of it and i am So. holy shit. him and jan and bees,,,,,, GOD thor wanting to help him and iron man not letting him (because there's nothing there to HELP im---)
i think him and steve would do a book club. because while iron man like, Knows a lot of what tony knows he also hasn't experienced a lot of the pop culture things like books for himself. they can hang out at night (when steve can't sleep and iron man... isn't) and vibe together
i... actually don't know about happy/pepper/rhodey. just because tony dies So early, his identity wasn't out to anyone and it still isn't, so iron man... doesn't really have a Reason to be friends with them outside of the fact that he feels like he knows them and cares about them. i think he'd still try - for happy and pepper specifically, he is still somewhat involved in SI so he likely does hang out with them like. a lil bit. as said previously i dont... really know what the deal with rhdoey would be in this au, since as far as i know they would've only met once before, and i havent ever actually read that far up to the comics
also, yeah! he's still involved in the company - he's not CEO, i think that would get passed on from tony in the will in like, a 5-way tie to pepper, happy, rhodey, bambi, and iron man, so collectively they still have ownership, i think he does do a lot of the designwork still (it's actually easier for him to manage than tony because he actually doesn't have to sleep so he gets like. well. knowing tony he only gets like 4 more hours in the day but like, thats enough.)
and yeah he absolutely still protects the company.
#airon man au#god just. him. him. him. him. him. him.#I JUST. the team cares about him so much its so good#if i knew more about early canon rhodey i would do So much abt like#iron man and rhodey getting to know eachother and being friends#but alas i dont
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thats a really good idea! yuzuru working behind the scenes for fine. he also always exchange such colourful words (LOL) with ibara, it is interesting to see his facade change when encountering ibara. he has fought in a war before so he definitely has way more to him than it seems. this should be a very fun idea to explore! i feel like for trickstar or sora, all i can think of is mao sharing reader with ritsu, or perhaps it is just because idk much about them. but an unexpected yandere! that is my absolute favourite. i think people try to stay away from writing himeru too, since he is described as a ghost character and we don't know much about him. regardless, he is still one of my favourites. i love reading all your long replies please continue to ramble on.
Glad to hear that my long rambles are appreciated! I always approach asks with a certain idea of what I want to talk about but somehow as I´m typing things I just get new ideas that I absolutely want to include so somehow the longer it goes on, the more detailed I tend to get ksnfskyf Just compare what I wrote for trickstar and then for fine, lmao
Maaan every time I hear or see some of these interesting facts about characters like Yuzuru acting so different around Ibara I just realize that I still have so many stories to read to get to know other characters. I guess that´s what it´s like when you try to catch up with years of character development jflabfbla
But just imagine: Naturally in a situation like this, the most indimidating person would naturally be Eichi because of course he is, but then Yuzuru is actually the one doing all the heavy lifting behind the scenes, making sure you are properly cared for and making sure threaths are "properly cared for"
I could imagine Mao sharing with Ritsu, you´re right! I feel like Ritsu would be the initiator of that though. He´s the first one to get obsessed with darling and he also loves Mao and then he notices that Mao also loves darling and so he thinks of the perfect plan! He´s going to tell Mao about the fact that they both adore you and he then proposes the idea of the two of them sharing you.
I feel Mao might be a bit opposed to it at first, probably recognizing how crazy and wrong all of this is. But the more Ritsu speaks, the more he gets enamored with the idea of being with his two favorite people in the world. Help, Ritsu is corrupting Mao
For the others in Trickstar and Sora, I´ll have to take a closer look at them first and read more of their stories. they don´t seem capable of being yanderes and that´s probably also the reason that there´s no yandere content for them anywhere. I guess it could be interesting to think about later and be the first one to actually write it? Because there´s no like "accepted" interpretation out there that everyone kind of agreed on to an extent so you could probably go pretty wild with it if you wanted . Maybe one day I´ll get a sudden inspiration and start writing for it
I´ve only written for HiMERU once because he is such a mysterious character and I swear I was doubting my characterization of him the entire time jnflfb I think he also hides a lot about himself on purpose which makes it hard to try and read betweent he lines and get a proper grasp on him. I´ve read some crazy b stories ( hot limit, honey bee, night club) so I´d like to think I know some basics but man. why are you so difficult?? T.T
Especially that now apparently he´s like a completely different person or something? I think I heard something like that was revealed in a recent story but I really don´t know knefkabef
Much to think about! But it´s really fun for me to just ramble on like this for a bit ^^
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lol, why do i have to wait? 6:48 pm
why do i have to wait to get respect and the time i want from you. Everytime you don't text me back or when you go tyo hang out with someone else when you are hanging out with me i make an excuse that its ok beause one day when we are married you will give me that respect and time. But i don't wanna wait for that and i shouldn't have to. I don't like ethan, i don't respect him anymore and im sorry but my viewpoint of all of those people in that group was severely altered recently so i would appreciate it if you didn't talk about them to me and expect me to agree or be ok with it. I wil be civil because frankly i don't care enough to put up a huge issue about them because they are no longer worth my time and I know that they just go around dissiing my name. Look at that, another member in the maggie gardner hate club lol. I don't give a fuck tho, lots of people have shit like that about them and unforunatley those people happen to be in mine. So please, I am trying to put myself together and find peace and i am doing my best to understand myself but please try youre best not to get in my way. You can be their to help me, and you have been immensly. but please don't get in my way, only be their to witness and help cultivate my growth. Yes i am still annoyed at them and there are a lot of things about you that I want to discuss but i don't have the energy to do so right now and you have to respect that like how i had to respect you when you left me. So thanks. , Magz. 6:54 pm
This one if for you, you piece of shit. You are a retared idiot and i am happy you "cut me off" because you are a peice of shit. You are not a true friend and you never were, you are exactly what a fake friend is. You a low self entitled peice of shit and i hope you stay in student debt. I hope one day you realize what you've messed up on, but for now i know you'll diss me till you die. and like a man, you will never admit it to my face because of your massive ego. You were fun, i'll give you thaty. you really were, you were nice and cool and fun untiil you weren't qand now i have no respect for you. I understand thaty peope mess up and do bad things, and i have done my good share of things that are bad that i don't mean to do but you are different because you did those things willingly. You obviously didn't think it was fucked up, because everyone thinks their right in their own mind. But i don't like the perspective you have. I don't want closure from youm, to be honest i just want to fuilly get rid of you from my life and mind and I understand that takes time. So go be cocky, i don't care anymore. IO am realizeing who i am and what i stand for and what I don't like is that you are just a struggling insecure man. Love you too, stay broke king,
this one is for you, i don't really give a shit about you. you are a bystander and I don't like that. Bystanders do just as much lol. You have a lot of issues and are a man and have to be stoic and not show your emotiohns so sure i guess i understand. but i'm fine to be civil with you, but no matter what happens or how much time has passed their will always be a bad taste in my mouth when i hear your name. Nothing against you personally, but also everything against you.. Stay tunnel visioned king.
This one is for you. You're a piece of shit. You're not smart or coordinated enough to be a psychopath but youre to active to be a sociopath. So what you are is a.....OMGGG YOU'RE A NARCISSIST. that's what you are. damn, I've figured it out lol. you're a narcissist. Nothing wrong with that, you do you and if people want to help you weave your web, power to them, i just don't want to be apart of that. It is toxic for me and i don;'t want to associate with that. You were cool, you were fun until you weren't. I really thought you were cool and i gave you the benefit of the doubt for a very long time until you changed. I feel partially responsible for your downfall, but at the end of the day I trusted you to take care of you and you didn't lol. So yea, maybe I was someone who aided in your new found retartedness but i am not one to soley blame. I blame you, and only you.
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