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karolinesvrsion · 2 years

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just this once, okay? | bruce yamada x fem!reader

part 1

a/n: for the sake of the story, everyone is the same age (16-17) and in junior year of high school, except gwen, who is a freshman. and the grabber doesn't exist because i said so.

when a crushing and helpless bruce yamada seeks aid from an unaware and breezy y/n, he suggests they fake date in order to make his crush jealous. what could go wrong? they were friendly, and y/n was beautiful. bruce’s plan is fool proof. at least that’s what he thinks.

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everybody knew bruce yamada. bruce and his perfect hair, his perfect eyes, and most importantly, his stupidly perfect smile.

you and bruce weren't exactly best friends, more like acquaintances. the two of you had worked on a biology project in freshman year for about two weeks, but other than that, you hadn't talked to him in two years.

so, as you packed away your physics notebook, the last thing you expected was to see bruce standing in front of your desk, waiting for you. he simply.. stood there— for two minutes— blinking at you every five seconds.

"bruce? do you need something?" you asked politely.

"right, um, yes, i do, actually," he stuttered, fidgeting with his watch. "well, can we meet up after school? i kind of have to ask you something."

"you can't ask me now?" you asked, adjusting your bag on your shoulder. "we have a test friday and i really have to study tonight, bruce."

"well that's great! i mean, we can like, study together, you know? after school, we can meet up and i can ask you about the thing and we can both study for the test!" bruce rambled, a nervous smile on his face.

you saw the hopeful look on his face, and reluctantly nodded. it wasn't that you didn't want to study with him, you just hadn't talked to him like this in a while, and you didn't exactly want to spend your afternoon making small talk with bruce yamada. "alright, fine, we can meet up and study."

"yes! thank you! perfect, we can meet at the library down the street, maybe an hour and a half after school, if that's okay with you? i have practice for a little bit." he rocked back and forth on his feet slightly, looking at you with hopeful eyes. you smiled slightly and nodded.

"great! i'll see you there!"

you watched as he jogged out of the classroom with a curious smile. sighing, you made your way to the most dreaded class of your day— calculus.

the walk home was nothing short of interesting. you always walked with finney and gwen blake, along with another close friend, robin arellano.

you and gwen walked closely behind finney and robin, talking about your classes and gwen's newfound interest in clothing design.

"hey, if i launch my own clothing line, will you buy some?" she asked, wiping some beads of sweat off of her forehead.

"of course, gwenny." you chuckled, earning a huge grin from the younger girl.

"hey y/n, you wanna come over and study for the physics test with us?" finney asked, turning around and walking backwards. "robin always finds a way to distract me from actually studying if you're not there."

robin glared at the boy, but turned around and admitted, "it's true, you're like a cooler version of mr. hanson."

you laughed before saying, "i would, but i already told bruce i'd study with him at the library."

finney and robin stumbled on— well, air— and fell flat on their backs. gwen stopped in her tracks, turning her head to you slowly.

"you're what!?" the three exclaimed in unison.

"i'm gonna study with bruce at the library..?" you said calmly, giving them all a look of annoyance.

"ooh, y/n/n has a date!" robin smirked, ruffling your hair, making you swat his hands away.

"gross, it's not a date, you idiot!" you grumbled. "we're gonna study for the stupid physics test, and apparently he has something to ask me."

"oh, y/n. sweet, innocent, y/n." finney mocked, earning a grin from robin and gwen. "he's gonna ask you out or something, i just know it. and when he does, you better tell us exactly what he said to you."

"since when are you such a gossip, finn?" you shook your head, giving him a sharp glare.

"i'm usually not, but we're talking about you and bruce yamada!" he laughed. "a match made in heaven, y/n/n! you and robin are coming over on friday after school, and we are going to talk about this all damn night."

you rolled your eyes, shoving him slightly. "you're insane, finney."

"i think he has a point, y/n/n," robin started, making you slump your shoulders, "bruce yamada doesn't study for tests, he's too smart to study for tests."

"i hate to admit it, but they're right," gwen said, giving you a sympathetic smile. "bruce doesn't study for tests! not even for psychology, and the psych tests are hard."

"so?" you questioned, not understanding where this was going.

"you're clueless, aren't you?" finney said, flicking your forehead.

"probably." you mumbled. "look, i gotta get going, i have to meet him at the library in like thirty minutes. i'll see you dorks tomorrow!"

"bye, y/n/n!"

"have fun on your date with bruce!" finney sang, giving you a shit-eating grin.

you gave him the finger, laughing quietly to yourself.

the library was one of your favorite places in town. it was one of the only places that was always quiet. the librarian, mrs. schultz, was an old lady who loved you dearly. "you're the only kid that actually comes here anymore!" she had told you.

as you walked into the library, the bell hanging from the doorknob rang loudly, alerting mrs. schultz.

"y/n! here to check out more books, i suppose?" her soft voice called out to you.

"no, mrs. schultz, actually i'm meeting bruce to study!" you chuckled softly, taking one the hard candies from the bowl on her desk. she nodded lightly with a soft grin on her face.

after about ten minutes of waiting, bruce finally showed up. he looked rather gross— his hair was damp with sweat and he was still in his baseball uniform, dirt smudged on his knees.

"hey!" he panted, plopping down in the seat across from you. "i'm finally here! sorry if i took too long, practice ran a bit longer than usual.."

"you look— disgusting, bruce." you grimaced, the strong smell of sweat reaching your nose, making you scrunch it in disgust.

"oh, sorry. i didn't have time to go home and shower, and i didn't want you to think that i stood you up or something, so besides being all sweaty from practice, i'm all sweaty from running here, so—"

"it's okay, bruce, don't worry about it," you responded, opening your physics book to page 59.

about an hour later, you and bruce were doing a review on all that had been studied. "okay, bruce, what is magnitude?"

"hmm, magnitude. that's the strength or size of an object or force, right?" he said, lacking some confidence.

"right!" you smiled, beginning to pack away your belongings. "okay, well, that's it. i think we'll do pretty good on the test, i mean we've pretty much engraved the notes into our—"

"right, um, y/n?" bruce stopped you mid-sentence, smiling politely. "about the thing i wanted to ask you.."

"oh, right, of course! i completely forgot about that." you admitted. "what is it?"

bruce scratched the back of his head awkwardly. "well, it's kind of embarrassing..."

"embarrassing? bruce, come on, what is it?"

"okay, well, you may or may not know this, but i kind of have a crush on—"

"clara reid." you interrupted, smirking.

"how did you.." bruce whispered in disbelief.

"oh, please. it's obvious to the entire school that you have a crush on her. to be frank, i think clara knows too." you laughed. "you're not very good at hiding it, y'know?"

bruce's jaw dropped. had he really been that bad at hiding his crush on clara? "well, that's just— great."

your chuckled reached mrs. schultz's ears, and she peeked around the bookshelves to see you laughing. she simply shook her head with a knowing expression on her face.

"bruce, what does your very obvious crush on clara have to do with me?"

he gave you a small glare before saying, "okay, well, i was thinking of making her jealous." you nodded, urging him to continue. "and i was thinking of doing so.. by.. fake-dating someone."

the intent look on your face turned into a puzzled one. "and?"

"and i was hoping that "someone" would be... you." he finished, avoiding your eyes.

you looked at him, slack-jawed and wide-eyed, and said, "so.. let me get this straight. you want me to be in a fake-relationship with you.. so that you can make clara reid jealous?"

"i- well, yes."

"are you crazy!?" you exclaimed, rather loudly, and bruce quickly covered your mouth.

"be quiet, y/n, jeez!" he whispered urgently, looking back at mrs. schultz's desk to make sure she hadn't heard.

"i mean, you're insane, bruce! literally insane!" you whisper shouted, trying your hardest not to yell.

"okay, i know it's a little weird, but—"

"weird? bruce, it's crazy!" you said, your voice going up an octave.

"y/n you are being so loud, calm down!" bruce placed his hand on top of yours in attempt to comfort you. you took in multiple deep breaths, and then began to panic again when bruce said, "so will you do it?"

"seriously!?"

"so is that a no?"

"bruce!"

"i'll take that as a no, then." he accepted, folding his hands.

"yeah, it's a no from me, bruce." you sighed.

bruce's face fell and he began to pack away his things. he was really hoping you would agree to fake-date him for a little bit. "okay, fine, i'm sorry."

"bruce, you do understand how crazy it sounds?" you said to him as he stood up, getting ready to leave.

"yeah, i know." bruce frowned. after about thirty seconds of blankly staring at one another, bruce thought it was hopeless. you wouldn't do it— why would you? so, he turned around, disappointed and pouting, ready to go home.

"what would i have to do?" you raised your head, looking at him. his eyes brightened a little bit and he quickly turned around, sitting down immediately.

"just think about it, okay? it would only be for a couple of days– maybe weeks, actually– but, i'll do anything! i'll give you twenty bucks! i'll do your calculus homework the entire time, and i'll walk your dog the entire time and—"

"fine." you mumbled, rubbing your forehead.

"what?"

"i'll do it." bruce's eyebrows shot up his forehead, and his eyes grew as wide as saucers. "y'know, i would have settled for twenty bucks, but you just kept on babbling."

bruce smiled widely. "so you'll do it?"

"just this once, okay?" you said sternly.

"yes, of course! thank you y/n, so much! it means a lot to me, really!"

"yeah, yeah." you dismissed. "we can talk rules and stuff later, if that's okay with you."

"rules?" bruce asked, scrunching his nose in confusion.

"things we can and can't do while faking this relationship.." you clarified.

"right! right, we can talk about that later!" he smiled and began gathering his book bag.

"oh, before i forget.." bruce watched intently as you reached into your book bag. "here's my calculus homework, and make sure you change your writing a little, or else ms. rhodes will figure out you did it."

"oh, right, we're starting now, okay." you watched as he gathered his things and departed, giving you a small wave, which you kindly returned.

"jesus lord, what did i do?"

you were now at the grab n' go with vance, who was starting yet another round of pinball. vance was someone you considered to be one of your closest friends. the two of you met in third grade during recess. he was throwing rocks at the frogs in the pond by the swing sets, and you scolded him to leave them alone. (he didn't listen to you, of course, but you two stuck together after that.)

"another round, vance, really? people are waiting!" you motioned to the seventh graders who were patiently waiting behind the two of you. vance gave them the look, and they scurried away quickly.

"see? now nobody's waiting." he grumbled, going back to his pinball game.

you began pacing back and forth, thinking about the stupid decision you made to fake-date bruce. you were mumbling something under your breath, making vance look at you multiple times.

"oh, for the love of fuck, y/n! the hell is your deal? you've been pacing for the last ten minutes, i can't focus on the game!" vance snapped, putting his hands on your arms to stop you from pacing any longer.

"i did something stupid, vance. like.. really, undeniably, unforgivably, stupid." you rubbed your eyes multiple times before looking at vance and slapping his hands off of you.

"it's okay, y/n/n, i have a shovel." vance whispered, making you look at him incredulously. "oh— does it— does it not involve a shovel?"

"no!" you chuckled slightly. "i may have agreed to— um, fake-date bruce.."

vance blinked. once. twice. three times, and then, he laughed. he laughed loudly, as if someone had started tickling him— though, if someone did start tickling him, he wouldn't be laughing, he'd probably punch them. it surprised everyone in the grab n' go, since "pinball" vance hopper never laughed. only a fair amount of people had ever seen him smile— and even then, it was usually while watching a horror movie.

"vance, vance, chill out, man." you placed your hands on his shoulders, attempting to make him calm down. "vance please calm down."

"you're joking, right?" he said in between laughs. "i mean, it has to be a joke, right? i mean, when have you ever made such a terrible decision like this?"

you looked at him, your eyebrows furrowing together.

"okay, y/n/n, you know i hate emotion, so let me tell you this bluntly." vance placed his hands on your shoulders. "i think you're a fucking idiot. why would you agree to fake date bruce yamada!? you're a total dumbass! jeez, y/n you're gonna end up falling for him, and then— wow, you're a dumbass."

"you're such an asshole, vance." you said, making him smirk at you. "that helped, actually, thank you."

"great, now get the fuck out of my way so i can beat my score!" vance pushed you out of the way gently, and went back to his game.

"thanks, douche, i'll see you later."

that entire night, all you could think of was how stupid the agreement was. well, at least someone else would do your calculus homework for a couple of weeks.

#the black phone #bruce yamada #bruce yamada x reader #tristan pravong #finney blake #gwen blake #robin arellano #vance hopper #pinball vance #billy showalter #donna the black phone #griffin stagg #just this once okay?#clara reid

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2ndsk8terboy · 3 months

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got any muse headcanons?

1. He's bi

2. Is really bad about talking about feelings, so he expresses affection through actions.

3. On the note about feelings, he's a serial emotion bottler.

4. Got into trade school and started working out like crazy when Ramona dumped him

5. He went to trade school for HVAC or maybe like auto collision (Idk exactly what yet)

6. He didn't finish trade school cause he got an acting contract at the beginning of his senior year

7. He had to go back and get a GED too like a year before the scott fiasco

8. Probably still has a a decent relationship with his parents

9. Is usually super duper flat broke after paying for groceries bc he has to eat a lot to maintain his physique

10. When he back it up that dump truck goes BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP

11. He wasn't actually that bad in school, he was a C and B average student

12. Really wanted to join Todd friend group so bad but they told him no cause he was a loser and it broke his lil heart

(If it seems like I have a lot of headcanons about his highschool experience, that's cause I'm in highschool)

13. When Todd and Ramona got together he (after making his resolutions after Ramona dumped him) relapsed and got a brief crush on both of them at once (the mspec experience or maybe just me)

14. Was super awkward and had no confidence when he first got into acting, but built a huge ego on it as he quickly got more famous

15. The only things he misses about living in his mansion are the big bed, the pool, the skate ramps, and not having to clem anything himself (so a lot but having all that space wasn't really necessary huh?)

16. If you're ever in a situation with any heavy lifting involved tho, he'll be more than glad to show off

17. He shows off to crushes with "feats of strength" (throwing heavy stuff around with smug look on his face)

18. Minor alcoholism (similarly to wallace except with whiskey instead of martinis)

19. Is a starwars fan. He's seen all the main movies, watched all the spin offs, and even played the game. He's not into fandom though, he thinks getting too excited about stuff online makes him cringey

20. Though he likes to SHOW affection through actions, he gets insecure if he receives it in an indirect way. He loves attention.

21. Worries that he's not manly enough bc he's bi

22. He thought he was well over Ramona but seeing her again in episode 4 reopened old wounds and he was secretly pretty torn up, even after he spilled his guts to her and they resolved things

23. Doesn't eat sushi bc after the first time he tried it he was telling ppl at school about it and one dude said it that was gay

24. Serial after work sunshine napper (when there's sun obvi)

25. Tries to smoke cigars socially to loom cool but thinks they're yucky secretly

#lucas lee rp blog #rp blog #scott pilgrim rp #spto #spvtw #**ooc** PHEW #This shit took me all morning

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kunikidas-lost-glasses · 2 years

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Bsd Mystery Trio as detectives in the late 1870s-1880s AU

First of all, this isn't proofread. My attention span got cut short.

I had this idea for a few weeks already caused by this playlist right here.

TWs: Mori is a warning on it's own, mentioned abuse, very short mention of medical experiments,Dazai typical mentions of suicide, mentioned trauma, briefly mentioned panic attacks, briefly mention of Sigma being kept by criminals

Pairings: Mystery Trio, mentioned Poly decay (+Shibusawa), soukoku, mentioned Rimlaine, Yosano crushing on Koyo

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Just imagine, Ranpo, Poe and Mushitaro living in a town in the late 1870s-1880s. (Timeline in which the Sherlock Holmes books take place) Ranpo works as a eccentric private detective with a huge ego but there actually isn't a single case which he couldn't solve. He only takes cases which truly interest him and which he views as worthy. He lives in a small flat with Poe and Mushitaro.

Edgar Allen Poe works in the towns biggest library but he always had a special talent for solving cases. He wanted to become a famous detective in the past but after he had to join the army for a few years (The real E.A.Poe had to join the army for a few years and BSD Poe was shown as a sniper in one of the chapters of the DOA manga arc), he seeked a peaceful life, so he choosed a work where he could live out his other passion a bit; books. He worked in the library for a few years but then he met Ranpo.

Poe instantly fell for the quite special man but wouldn't admit that he fell so fast, not even now. Ranpo would be lying if he would say that he also didn't took an interest in the mysterious shy librarian the moment he saw him. Bc Ranpo had been working on a pretty hard case and didn't had any assistans who could go to the library to gather informations for him so he had to go himself and he did it frequently. After some time he started to stay longer than needed just to observe the librarian who always covered his eyes with his dark brown curly hair. After a few visits, Ranpo kind of had an idea about the history of the man. His kind of muscular statue, the position of his fingers when he relaxed his hand,.. he had to be a sniper in the military years ago. He was sure about this but his anxious and jumpy behavior gave away that he most likely didn't took these years too well. Despite having figured out so much about him, he was still pretty interesting for the detective. One day he saw how Poe was able to detect who of the other employees stole one of the rarer books. It wasn't the most impressive thing but it was still kind of rare for a normal librarian to solve a theft in only a few minutes. Normally Ranpo hated working together with others because he viewed them all as incompetent or too slow, his old childhood friend Yosano who worked as a doctor and who had often helped him analysing victims of murder was the only exception though, but something in him was amazed and wanted to get to know this man. Having an assistant who works in the towns biggest library is also something that can come in handy when working as a detective. Or, that's what he told himself.

One rainy evening where he was staying in the library for the case and nearly nobody was left besides him and Poe, he called him to his table, asking him for his opinion on some clues and the case. Poe was confused as hell and chaught of guard for a moment that this one costumer just randomly asked him such a weird question but he quickly collected himself and gave his opinons and ideas. To Ranpo's surprise, Poe was good. Really good. He analysed everything so quickly and had some ideas or found some clues that even Ranpo, the great detective himself, had missed. At first his ego was a bit hurt but somehow he couldn't talk the other down with sentences like " Yeah yeah good. Nothing what a normal commoner couldn't answer too". The way how Poe was analysing the given information so quickly and, he was scanning the papers with so much energy and how he looked in the soft candle light made Ranpo feel things he hasn't felt before. Poe felt that Ranpoe was staring at him and he quickly stopped his rambling and apologized nervously for talking so much and getting carried away. Before Poe could leave and probably dissapear for weeks drowning in embarrasment, Ranpo quickly told him that he was testing him if he was worthy of being his assistant and that he indeed pass the test. Long story short. Poe ended up moving into Ranpo's flat, assisting him in all the next cases. Of course there was some jealousy on Poe's side at first after finding out how good and popular the detective was in truth but they sorted it all out. Poe continued with his work at the libary too so they could always habe acccess every book and informations they could possibly need. After one year of being detecive partners, they got together in a romatic way too but kept it a secret for many reasons. (Homophobia in that time, enemy's could use this information for horrible things,etc.)

One time they were working on a case which lead them to meeting Mushitaro. A heavily traumatized criminal who lived among the normal commoners and tried to escape his past as a criminal. Of course his past wasn't a secret for long when Ranpo and Poe where the ones who were solving the case. Especially not if so many clues lead to him. He was a master at hiding and destorying any clues though and made the two have a hard time figuring everything out. After facing him with everything they found out Poe was able to sympathize with him somehow and convinced his boyfriend to not hand him over to the police immediatley. Poe was more sensitive than Ranpo could ever be but he never stopped him from handing over criminals to the police. He often felt a bit sorry for some of them but he knew they deserved it. This one was diffrent though. Instead of a criminal he saw a man who commited a crime to which he got forced after falling into the wrong social circles and who was so utterly broken that his own heart ached. He saw that the Mushitaro had tried so hard to erase his past but of course things like this never worked out. He didn't know why exactly he stopped Ranpo from calling the inspector but he did it and convinced him to give Mushitaro a choice. Either they would call the inspector and he had to face punishment or he would work with them. It all seemed ridiculous to Ranpo and Mushitaro but in the end he moved in with them. Ranpo was extremly sceptical of the ex-criminal but after half a year in which Ranpo could really make sure with his deducion that Mushitaro was harmless and wouldn't betray them, he accepted him fully in the household. Besides this, it was really useful to have an ex-criminal who was a master of hiding any clues and practically making them dissapear for years as a assistant. Like this, they were able to solve a lot cases even faster.

Eventually they formed a loving relationship between all three of them even though Mushitaro exclaimed often that his flatmates made him lose all his braincells. They grew fond of each other and started to work together extremly well. Ranpo had the role of the brain of the group the most of the time. He was the one who made the decision of which case they would accept and which wasn't worthy and he was the one who spended the whole day on his desk, thinking about the case and trying to solve it while consuming more sweets than any child in the town. Poe was out of the house the most of the day, working in the libary or buying groceries or other necessary things like Ranpo's sweets and brining home new informations. Mushitaro usually stayed at home with Ranpo. His trauma often made him weak and bedridden causing Yosano to come over regulary to check how he was doing. She was the only one besides Poe and Ranpo who knew about his past as a criminal but she tolerated him after threating him to cut of his limbs if he should betray or hurt Ranpo or Poe and after scolding the two for letting a criminal stay at thier home. On some other days Mushitaro went out until evening because the house seemed sufficating for him but he was always aviable if Ranpo needed the thoughts of a person who had knowledge about the shady side of the town regarding a new case. In general it was also Mushitaro's job to scold Ranpo for his unhealthy eating habits and for Ranpo and Poe being reckless in some cases.

I had to cut the post short so I could mention every character for which I had a special idea. Here's the rest of the AU idea in short.

Later they accept two cases of two missing young men who dissapeared over night. The cases seem to be interwinted with each other even though the boys are so diffrent that thinking the cases would belong together seems ridiculous.

Roles of the others:

Chuuya as missing person no.1 who worked normally in the bakery of his brother Paul Verlaine and his "close friend" Arthur Rimbaud and is Dazai's secrety boyfriend since shortly he fished him out of the river and dragged him to the bakery, forced him to eat fresh pastery and drink hot coffee to prevent him from freezing to death or passing out aswell as letting him stay over night. Eventually Dazai sneaked out at night more and more to meet Chuuya in the town since he isn't allowed to hang out with commoners. Eventually the got together. He is also the only one who knows about how terrible Mori abuses him. Chuuya is also very strong just like his brother and isn't afraid of rich people.

Dazai Osamu as the oldest of the three kids of Mori Ougai who is the second missing person. He is very suicidial because of his father's abuse and medical experiments on him. After his father figure the houseteacher Oda got shot he completley let himself go down until he met the hot tempered red head who saved his life on thier first meeting. He is very intellegent, a bit too intellegent and loves his siblings.

Mori Ougai as one of the richest men in town and a militairy doctor who lives with his three kids (every kid from a diffrent women) in a big mainson. He only cares for his daughter Elise in a very quesionable way. He abuses the other two in very diffrent ways.

Elise Ougai who is a devil in angel disguise but who cares about her two siblings. She is intellegent just like Dazai and is able to manipulate Mori to her own liking. She managed to sneak out Yumeno and herself out of the Maison to ask the three detecitves for help after her brother Dazai dissapeared over night. He does this frequently but bc he fears the anger of his father if he would find out that he sneaks out at night he is always back in the morning. When he doesn't come back, Elise starts to worry.

Yumeno Kyusaku as the youngest of Mori's children. Mori views them as cursed child bc they decline the male and female gender for themself and because the have an interest in obscure things so Mori usually lockes them in thier room. They care a lot about Dazai. They may be more sensitive than Elise but they are still a little Devil.

Paul Verlaine as the calm, collected, strong and tough bakery owner and big brother of Chuuya who came from France with Chuuya and his husband close friend Arthur Rimbaud after he served his time at the military to open up a bakery. He looses all his calm after his brother dissapears and begs the detecitves to find his brother again,

Yosano Akiko as one of the few female doctors who is Ranpo's childhood friend, who helps him with inspecting victims of murder, who faces all the hate she gets as a female doctor and stays strong and who is horribly in love with the rich woman Koyo.

Fyodor Dostoevsky as neighbor of the Mystery Trio. He comes from russia and lives together with his boyfriends Nikolai Gogol, Shibusawa Tatsuhiko and Sigma and a very intellegent yet shady man. He is rarley seen on the streets. He is pale as a corpse, sickishly boney, fragile and has pitch black hair but there is something hauntingly beautiful and elegant yet intimitading about him. Poe still can't understand how people like Gogol or Sigma managed to sneak his way into his heart. Ranpo is sure that Fyodor is involved in multiple illegal activities but he has no proof. Fyodor also seems to be friends with Dazai but it's unknowns how they even met. He and Nikolai know creepily much about the underground of the town.

Nikolai as boyfriend of Fyodor,Sigma and Shibusawa and professional magican and clown who works at the local theater and occasionally works at the circus. The ukrainian is amazing with magic tricks and even Ranpo sometimes struggles with figuring out how he did some of the tricks. He is cheerful and friendly aswell as outgoing and energetic but he seems to have a shady past.

Sigma as casino manager who got freed from criminals who captured him. He keeps it a secret from anyone besides his boyfriends who freed him anyways. He is one of the most beautiful, kindest, gentlest and most understanding person of the town which is why a lot already fell in love with him. It's a wonder for many that he kindly rejected every person who confessed to him and keeps living with such shady people like Fyodor. Little do they know that Sigma loves them all very much and that they are in truth kind loving and caring. Because he is always with a lot people and can memorize a lot he knows a lot about everyone and is always willing to help out if needed. He also sufferes from heavy panic attacks and overthinking.

Shibusawa as the towns tailor who is also very intellegent and who collects shiny things. He did taunt Ranpo on the streets for diffrent reasons somethimes. He is a very very pretty man with clear pale white skin like the one of a porclain doll but he can be just as scary and intimidiating as pretty. His clothes are known even outside of the town for thier quality and for his neat but fast detail loving work.

Jouno and Tecchou as police men who Ranpo hates working with. Jouno was secretly a criminal like Mushitaro but he started working for the police after getting captured. He and Tecchou are basically glued together even though Jouno always says that he hates the man. Some people think of Jouno as unsuited for a police man since he is blind but they only say such things until he points his gun perfectly aimed onto thier head. Tecchou always has to stop him from scaring people.

I probably have more character ideas but the post got longer and longer and I think I have to cut it here.

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beansnpeets · 2 years

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So there's a guy that works at the grocery store I used to work at and we kinda became friends. Anyway, he's a major oversharer, which doesn't bother me, but idk how much of what he tells me is actually true. He's been caught in lies before by other people that work there and I have no way to confirm any of what he tells me about his personal life.

Uh anyway, I told him I'm non-binary and I use they/them pronouns and he has been weird with me since. Like even more friendly than he was already. He is also queer and I told him ages ago I'm pan/bi, but he was saying how he was so proud of me and glad I came out to him. It isn't a secret. I'm not really closeted except to my family. So for me it was no big deal, I knew he was someone I could safely come out to and wasn't concerned at all. But anyway, a lot of what he overshares to me is regarding his marriage and he told me (before he told his wife) that he cheated on her. I was not keen to hear about it since I have been cheated on before and it SUCKS. Uh so yesterday when I ran into him at the store he told me that after I came out to him he is now very attracted to me. I flat out told him no, not happening, and he went "I know, I know, you've got your partner," like uh yeah, but even if I didn't I would not get involved with you, dude. I prefer monogamy and don't like liars. I only talk to him if I run into him at the store and don't really feel comfortable socializing with him otherwise. Also Jon says whenever he sees him he avoids Jon's gaze, gives him a nod and fucks off right quick. So I guess he's had a crush on me for a while. It's just......sucky. I feel really uncomfortable about the whole thing and I think I'm gonna have to tell the guy to bugger off because it's just gross now.

Also he told me he doesn't know if he is willing to stop cheating on his wife so he's unsure of if it's going to work out and like.....they got married like 2 years ago. They've hardly been together and he KNEW he would be in shit for cheating. He knows he has to remain faithful if he wants to keep his wife. And yet he isn't sure he wants to be faithful. Which tells me he probably doesn't care for her the way he should. It's just fucked. But hey, maybe he doesn't even have a wife. Maybe it's all lies. I've never met her. Once when I offered to invite them over for a bonfire he turned me down saying he isn't allowed to have female friends because she doesn't trust him, but maybe it was an excuse because she isn't real! Idk. It's fucked.

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trumanlilac · 2 years

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/ / 3 - a - s o f t - s o u n d / /

A sudden adrenaline rush took over as Ellie followed Matty through the crowd, her heart raced rapidly and her eyes wandered in every direction.

"Where are we going?!" She called out over the bustling streets of noise and traffic.

"Somewhere where we wont bump into the guys." Matty said, grabbing her hand firmly as he pulled her into a darkened alley way. "Do you have an ID?"

She shook her head quickly, looking around and growing nervous. She had never actually been in one of these alleys before. Only seen them in TV and even then they looked just as scary as this one. The street glistened from past rain and there was writing and graffiti all over the brick walls.

"So how are we supposed to do anything? Do you have a fake one?"

"At home." She said softly, "I didn't think we'd be getting into anything...well, me and you. I just thought I'd be-"

"Following Alex around, right." He finished, "can I have another cigarette, do you mind?" He knew it wasn't a good idea, being with Ellie. Though he was starved of thrills...and with the city dictating all the people they'd be around, he found it adventurous. He wouldn't dare tell her that...she wouldn't get what he meant, and probably take offense.

Ellie looked at him, she didn't understand how he could smoke so much in such a short period of time. He zipped up his jacket and looked down the way to make sure they were completely alone.

She pulled the pack out of her purse and handed it over to him with fingers so cold, they felt as though they'd fall right off as they stung.

"You can have them." She said, hugging herself tightly.

"Oh, thanks." He said, observing her as he pulled one out, "maybe I should just take you home then."

"I told you I don't want to go home until I'm drunk." She said, looking up at him.

He lit the cigarette and took a few puffs before responding, pacing back and forth and keeping an eye out for anything sketchy down the way.

"So you want me to buy you a drink? Or two, or three?" He smirked, Ellie nodded, laughing under her breath.

"As long as you don't tell anyone you were with me, alright." He said, rather than asked.

She grinned and nodded again, watching him inhale the smoke as he took a few more puffs and tossed the remainder of the cigarette.

Her phone rang in her pocket, her heart raced as she pulled it out, Alex.

"What is it?" Matty asked.

"It's my brother." She said hesitantly, ignoring the call.

"No don't ignore it, then he'll think you're lost. Tell him you're...going...I don't know," he searched for an excuse, "to a friends house, you're mad at him for giving you a scare up there on the roof." He said.

"I don't have friends, except Holly and my ex-"

"Say him."

"Andrew?"

"Sure why not, your brother doesn't know you've broken up does he?"

Ellie shook her head, feeling suddenly wild for being so incognito with only the man she had had a crush on for the past five or so years. She dialed him back and held the phone to her ear, listening to the ring.

"Where are you?!" Alex's voice sounded over the same noisy crowd.

"I'm going to Andrew's." She looked up at Matty, who nodded as she spoke in assurance.

"What are you gonna be doing there this time of night?"

"Having sex and getting pregnant." She rolled her eyes, Matty smirked, "hanging out, I dunno, stuff."

"Oh don't be a smart ass Ellie, I'll kick his ass and yours too if you are. Well get back home before mum and dad do." Alex sighed.

"I will."

"I'm serious."

"Bye."

"I'm not joking, Ellie-"

"Bye."

"Ellie-"

"Bye."

She hung up the phone, looking up at Matty wide-eyed at what she had just done. She rarely, if at all, lied to Alex.

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The house was dark, pitch black. Ellie stood in the doorway while Matty found the light through feeling around along the wall, and flicked it on. She looked around, the flat was huge, and exceptionally elegant. Matty shut the door behind her and set the bag of booze on the table.

"Who's house is this?" Ellie asked, smiling and looking at her reflection in the beautifully large mirror at the end of the room.

"My mum's, she doesn't come here though. She just kind of has it." He said, turning on the radio.

"You can change the station to anything you'd like, make yourself at home."

"It's so nice." She took a step further into the mirror, pulling her coat off and pushing her hair into place. She could hear her text notifications going off, from the pocket, assuming it was Holly.

"How many girls do you bring here on a Friday night like this one?" She smirked, fiddling around with the knobs of the radio and coming to a stop as Son of a Preacher Man by Dusty Springfield had just tuned in.

He unzipped his jacket and took it off, throwing it on the couch and heading into the kitchen, "would you really like to know?" He asked.

Ellie's stomach twisted, she didn't.

He chuckled at her silence, it was a clear response. He took two shot glasses from the cabinet and headed back to the living room, setting them down on the coffee table and pulling out the tequila from the bag and working it open.

"Question for you," he said.

Ellie waited.

"Why do you ask so many questions?" He asked, getting the bottle open at last and filling the glasses.

She grabbed the one nearest her and sat down beside him. Downing it quickly, and giving herself enough time to think of a clever answer as she did, "I dunno." Not clever. She watched him down his and pour the next.

"I never thought I'd be sitting here drinking with you." She laughed a little, taking another shot.

"Well I never thought I'd be sitting here drinking with you," he said, "you know, I remember when I first saw you. You were-"

"Twelve and ugly, yeah, I know."

"I was gonna say funny actually but if that's what you think best suits you."

She unnecessarily covered up her face, shyly, going through a sense of dizziness.

"What's the matter?" He asked.

"Nothing, nothing..." she hastily grabbed the bottle and poured a third glass, downing it.

"Maybe you should slow down." He laughed slightly, grabbing the bottle from her hand.

"Oh so you're not really hanging out with me, more like you're babysitting?" She said, her voice growing louder.

He too felt a bit tipsy, her tone had no affect on him, he knew she was already drunk. He sighed and set the bottle down, her words going through one ear and out the other, "no..."

She took the bottle again and poured another, "stop thinking about me being Alex's sister for a minute and just treat me like anyone else you'd be with tonight." She said, "otherwise, don't hang out with me at all."

He took a deep breath and laughed at her expression, pouring another himself.

"Alright...alright.." He said, he couldn't find it in him to let go, but as he no longer could hold himself together he had no choice and submitted to the rush.

Ellie got onto her feet, "I love this song..."

Pusherman by Curtis Mayfield tuned in, she swayed side to side, her smile unable to fade.

"Dance with me," she begged, he watched her hair flow side to side, and her body the same. He got onto his feet and followed her rhythm. She grabbed his hands, smiling and singing along, a little too loudly. He wished she'd settle down, the neighbors around were quite nosy, and he couldn't be seen with her...the way word traveled.

He could smell the alcohol on her breath, and she too could smell it on his. She wanted to taste it, and so did he. He pulled her close, she looked up at him and leaned in, her heart racing in her chest.

He too leaned in, fixated on the girl with the soft sound. They no longer spoke in words, it was as though they were speaking in bodies. Her hands wandered along his chest...she stumbled and clung onto him to hold herself together. He held her up and laughed.

"Oh God...Oh man...I'm such an idiot." She said, standing up straight and covering her face once again, embarrassed.

"You're drunk, that's all...you should've told me you were a cheap date I'd like you better from the start." He laughed.

"This is a date?..." She asked, losing her words as she uncovered her face.

"If it weren't would it matter how many girls I bring here on a Friday night?" He asked.

She shook her head in thought but losing each one in the process.

"Right...so...maybe I should take you home now, it's getting late. Alex will have a fit." He said.

Ellie sighed, she wanted to stay forever, with Matty, "or I could stay another hour..."

"Or two..." Matty said, returning to the bottles.

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freddieslater · 2 years

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For the ship writing challenge, number 39 for Blam!

Blaine rolls his eyes because it's all he can do with Tina sometimes. He loves her, truly, with all of his heart, but she just doesn't really know when to stop sometimes.

"I can see that you still like him!" she insists, hands motioning wildly across the table at him; she leans so far across it that she's practically flat against it. "It's so obvious."

And this has been her favourite subject for the last two days since coming back to Lima for Homecoming. He was expecting Mike to be with her, but instead, she showed up alone, and Artie has been busy, so that has left her able to focus her full attention on him. And his love life.

He shakes his head and takes a drink of his coffee, but not before saying, "It's not obvious because I don't." He savours the few seconds of warm coffee, swallows it while Tina groans and drops her head onto the table, then casually adds, "I got over Sam years ago, I mean..."

He's completely lying, of course. Truthfully, he thought he had gotten over him, thought that his feelings for him were just a simple crush that manifested out of his loneliness and heartbreak over the first breakup with Kurt.

Even if, when they were all in New York, the best time he had was when he was with Sam. He was sure. Until he came back to Ohio and saw Sam again for the first time, and he realized that he never wanted to be apart from him again.

Tina's staring at him. He hadn't realized he had gone quiet, looking at the wall with a smile and a wistful glaze over his unfocused eyes. He blinks back to reality, then he rolls his eyes.

"We're just friends, Tina," he insists. "That's all. That's all we're ever going to be. So, stop trying to play cupid, okay?"

Tina smiles despite his slightly stern tone. She shakes her head slowly. "You really don't see it, do you?" She props her head up in the palm of her hand. "Friends don't look at each other the way you two do."

She never stops. It's possible that a tiny part of him doesn't want her to; hearing her say that springs a drop of hope into his heart. Is she right? Oh god, is he just being too obvious and she's projecting that onto Sam as well? Or does he really look at him too?

"If you've forgotten, Sam's straight," Blaine points out, only even he doesn't sound convinced. "He knew I liked him back in senior year and he didn't like me back!"

Tina shrugs. "Maybe back then, but feelings can change. And, for the record, I'm pretty sure he just ever acted on anything between the two of you back in senior year because you had just broken up with Kurt and were still moping around about it!"

Blaine scoffs - except, she might actually be right. Sure, he was pretty much head-over-heels for Sam back then as well, but a lot of conversations did come back around to Kurt a lot of the time. Maybe he really did just make himself completely unapproachable romantically.

"You still tried with me," Blaine says, reaching for any possible holes in her logic. He simply can't let himself believe that maybe Sam likes him, too. "Why weren't you put off by my supposed moping then?"

Rolling her eyes, Tina waves him off. "Because I thought you'd get over him if you liked me instead. But Sam knew you needed the time to really get to a place where you were comfortable getting into another relationship without worrying that you were somehow betraying Kurt again."

"Did you talk to him about this or something?" Blaine suddenly asks, a touch accusingly.

But Tina shakes her head and says, "No, I just know my best friends really well. I was right about you still having feelings for him, wasn't I?"

Blaine just kind of shrugs but doesn't answer her. He might as well have, though, seeing as how he isn't exactly denying it. And she clearly takes it as a yes anyway.

As if sensing them talking about him, Sam walks into the Lima Bean at that exact moment. He spots them immediately - or he spots Blaine immediately, at least. His face splits into this big, dorky smile.

"Hey!" he mouths enthusiastically, giving a half-wave of his gloved hand. He winks at him, then he notices Tina and realizes he's still standing in the doorway.

He quickly holds up a finger to indicate he'll be over in just a second.

"And I am telling you," Tina says softly, lowering her voice as Sam hurries over to the line of two people waiting to be served, "he likes you, too. Just talk to him about it. You'll be surprised."

"And if you're wrong?" Blaine asks, his eyes never leaving Sam, watching him bounce on his heels with his hands in his pockets as he scans over the menu overhead. "What if he doesn't?"

He hears Tina take a deep breath, then gently say, "Then he stays just your best friend. I think it's still a pretty good deal."

#1908jmd #ask away earthlings!#glee #blam #blaine anderson #tina cohen-chang #ship drabble challenge #okay so this may have kinda also turned a little bit into:#blamtina #so sorry about that but I couldn't help it #I also had the urge to make this angstier and god do I still really want to do it so if it happens that #that particular number and ship end up in my inbox again I will most definitely write the angstier version #thank you so much for requesting one by the way it was a nice distraction! <3

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i-dont-want-your-hysteria · 3 years

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Up In the Air (Joe x Reader)

(surprise gift for you guys on Joe's birthday ^_^ I started this almost exactly a year ago, and it's finally done! Someone pointed out that I slightly hinted at the plot of this in my last fic post... you caught me.)

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Prompt: Spring, 1983. Joe has an opportunity in his sights, but as luck would have it, it does not go his way (or does it...?)

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(1983)

"God, it was so embarrassing!" Joe put his palms over his eyes as he whined to Sav. The singer was flat on his back in the middle of their bed, and Sav's back was against the wall opposite him. The bassist had his arms crossed in exasperation.

They were back in a fresh, new hotel room after another flight to another city. They'd been settled in for a while, and- as far as you knew- Joe was physically well. Emotionally, however...

"What are the odds that things were placed so perfectly for me today, and then-?!" he swatted the air above him, "That happens? 'Just my luck!"

Sav didn't consider it as dire of a situation as Joe did. In fact, he seemed rather entertained than sympathetic.

"That was out of your control, mate."

"I know it was, but-" he sat up, "Y/n was right there! How was I supposed to keep it together?!"

"If it were anyone else other than her, you still would've had to keep it together, you know," Sav tilted his head down, but had his eyes looking up.

"Well, you're no help," Joe grumbled, crossing his arms back at the bassist and flopping back down onto the mattress.

"There's nothing to help you with!" Sav took a seat at the foot of the bed, "It's not my fault you got-"

Joe sat up again in a snap, warning with a pointed finger, "Don't say it."

"I was just gonna say that I had nothing to do with you being-"

"Don't say it!" Joe pleaded again.

"Joe, it's not that big of a deal that you-"

"Sav!"

"Alright, fine!" Sav threw up both hands, shaking his head and narrowly fighting off a laugh, "I won't say it!"

A loud sigh came from Joe, his head hanging now. The heat of embarrassment refused to leave his face.

"...do you think she's still hung up on it, too?" his voice went quiet, and his tone adopted a sad air.

Sav raised his hand, rubbed his fingers together, and patted Joe's ankle reassuringly.

"It's hard to say no," he admitted, "I know I wouldn't have liked to be in either of your shoes today."

~(5 hours earlier)~

A hand took a grip on your right forearm without warning. It snapped you from the hypnotic, musical trance you'd been in for most of the flight. Having been placed next to the singer for the first time on an airplane, you knew it was his action without a doubt. You looked down and sure enough, Joe's hand was there- holding onto you just a bit too tightly.

Your free hand took off your headphones and you asked him, "Everything alright?"

The singer wasn't focused on you, or anything, it seemed. "Unfocused" was probably the best word you could think of to describe him. His head was slightly tilted downwards, but his eyes were fixed on the back of the chair in front of him. Despite that, it appeared as if he couldn't see it no matter how hard he tried.

You gathered this impression from a split second of looking at him, but as soon as he heard your question, Joe's hold on you was instantly released. His own trance was snapped as well.

"Yeah, yeah, sorry. I thought you were the armrest..."

"You were holding on pretty tight," you pointed out, "Something wrong?"

That same look on his face was back again; unfocused. His hand slowly found its way back to the armrest- now that he knew it wasn't your arm. You saw his hand shaking before he gripped it tightly.

"You don't look so good," you noted, adopting a frown.

He hesitated slightly before going very quiet, his face suddenly appearing pallid.

"Fuck..." Joe cursed himself, "I fucked up, I fucked up..."

You pressed again, "Joe... tell me what's wrong..."

He lied to you in a halting voice when a new blush seemed to form on his face, "Um... it's nothing much. There's just- something I haven't told you, and I should've mentioned it before we got on board. But I..."

He fell quiet.

"Yeah...?" you urged him to go on.

"I get... seasick- airsick... sometimes. Not every time, but... every now and then I do- and..."

He visibly swallowed, his breath trembling when he slowly shut his eyes.

Your eyebrows went up, alarmed, "And you're not feeling so good?"

"No, no, no...!" his inner voice screamed.

"Not really, but I'm fine, don't worry about me. It just happens."

His efforts to shrink the overall worry didn't work, as you instantly knew that if things went south, you were the only nearby acquaintance of his who could help him. You were also trapped with him for 2 more hours until you landed, so you would've had to help him if need be.

"Oh god- are you gonna be sick?" your hand raised up slightly to reach for a sick bag.

"No! No, I'm more dizzy than anything..."

"Well, take this-" you handed him a sick bag, "-and just try not to focus on your surroundings. And if you can't hold it down... well just keep it in the bag and away from me, okay?"

"...okay," he exhaled and took it from you, desperately hoping it wouldn't come to that. For fuck's sake, he was already embarrassed enough. He felt like a child. Even worse; he felt like your child.

Joe shut his eyes again and rested his head back on his seat. His whole body looked drained of energy, and you saw sweat forming on his forehead. It was obvious to you he was trying to make himself appear more okay than he was.

"I can do this," Joe nearly said aloud, "I can get through this without her knowing."

Unfortunately, for him, you already knew.

"The poor guy," you were thinking with sympathy, "Never knew he could look so ill."

You asked, "You've been feeling bad for a while, haven't you?"

"...what?" he squinted under his eyelids, lying to you again, "No, not really. Why, can you tell?"

"I don't wanna sound rude... but yeah, you kind of look like hell."

Joe quietly whined at your declaration.

"I know that look, Elliott- I've been in this position before."

The man next to you was intrigued by what you implied. He was suddenly beginning to think that maybe his situation wasn't as embarrassing as it appeared.

His eyes opened, "Wait, have you ever-?"

"Oh- no, I never get sick on planes, but you're not the first case I've ever seen."

"Great. This means she's stronger than me."

You held up your bottle, "You want some water? Maybe settle your stomach a little?"

Joe felt his stomach turn at the mention of liquid and shook his head, "No, I'll be fine..."

It was another lie, but you decided maybe it was best you just let him be. Perhaps he wasn't that bad.

Joe, on the other hand, was fighting the sickness with all the strength he could muster- hoping you wouldn't see it.

"Don't mess this up," he was telling himself, "She's right there. Keep it together and don't balls it up...!"

Going with your plan, you let him be, and put your headphones back on.

He took a deep breath, "Fuck, if only the seatbelt lock wasn't on... then at least I could hide in the bathroom..."

The Leppard waited in terrified silence for his ailment to subside. With the current turbulence, it was impossible. Every shudder and bump made him want to heave until there was nothing left in his stomach. Worst of all, there was no where he could run to; he was trapped.

Oddly enough, before the sickness hit him, he was actually excited to be trapped there.

It was no secret among the band members that Joe quickly developed a crush on you. What started out as a feeling of preferring you over anyone else in the crew soon turned into a reach for romance. There was no time for him to make a move in the midst of the tour, though, which left him to suffer in his teenage desire alone.

When he heard he would be seated next to you on the next flight, he instantly knew it was an opportunity he couldn't afford to waste. This was the first time he'd sat directly by you on a plane, after all. It was a brilliant time to make a move and bond together. He'd been nervous ever since he sat down, but he never got the chance to make a flirt or decent conversation before his body betrayed him. Yes, it was an optimistic opportunity, but now Joe wished it'd been anywhere except up in the air.

The stress of the situation only made him feel worse- but he wouldn't accept the fact that he was about to lose this divine opening.

Not 4 minutes of your music went by when the plane shook yet again. When it did, you thought you saw Joe suddenly move from the corner of your eye. When your head turned, you saw his fist pressed against his mouth, an arm around his stomach, and a green tint over his pallid face.

"Woah, you alright?" you took your headphones off again.

Joe only nodded, closing his eyes to reassure you (but also to reprimand himself under the surface).

"No, no no!! Stop being sick for fuck's sake! You won't have a chance with her!!"

"I'm good, I'm good," he swallowed again, wiping sweat off his bangs, "Go back to your music."

"Don't lie to me, Joe. You look terrible-! Are you sure you don't need anything?"

"I'm really not that bad, Y/n. Just a little... motion sickness..." his breathing became labored, and he angled his body as far to his right as he could. He began to fidget with something as he swallowed, "Ohh..."

The cabin teetering around him somehow made things even worse.

"Honey, I don't think it's just a little," your concern was peaked, and a hand was hovering over his arm, "You look like you're about to throw up or pass out, so how about we get you some club soda and you can rest, okay? If you want to, you can even-"

Joe was turned completely away from you, and had suddenly lurched forward to vomit into the sick bag you'd given him earlier. You knew that any hope of him holding back his condition was impossible now.

You'd initially flinched at his retching; cringing and holding your breath. Only a second passed until you remembered your duty; you were the only friend nearby.

"Uh oh-" sympathetically, you sighed and reached out to him, your hands holding his hair back, "That's not good..."

***

"I feel so humiliated... I was just- so deathly sick! I threw up twice, Sav- twice! And she was right next to me! I feel awful that she had to put up with it...! I feel like that's on me. She probably thinks I'm disgusting; she probably sees me as this huge fucking pansy who can't keep his lunch down while flying..."

"Mate, getting sick on flights isn't a personality trait, and I'm pretty sure Y/N knows that, too."

Joe, who was laying down again, scoffed and rolled his eyes.

"...I think this situation isn't all that bad, really," Sav shrugged, his voice going up in pitch to take on a suggestive tone.

"What on earth makes you say that?"

"It's quite obvious! I just think you were-" he adopted Joe's voice and air quotes, "-'so deathly sick' that you didn't even realize exactly what was happening...!"

"Really? How so?"

"Oh, don't even get me started, Joe."

*** Joe was laying against you now, exhausted from the physical labor forced on his stomach and throat. He was still pale and shivering, but finally willing to accept your advice and remedies. You'd ordered him some club soda (and some mints from your purse), and suggested he take a rest.

This left you where you were now. He had a hand on his stomach, and another one under your hand to calm him.

To say the least, it felt like having a nice, heavy blanket partially draped on you. You couldn't help but think it was at least a little funny. To most people, they'd be absolutely repulsed by a man with a weak stomach sleeping on them during a flight. You couldn't blame them, as Joe could still hurl at any given moment. However, the instinct to care for him overpowered any repulsion you may have had. To you, Joe was like a sick puppy, and you were the one who found him first. You knew he needed you in that moment, and you were okay with it. It was a nice feeling, to say the least.

Joe moved his head against you in his weary and mostly-asleep state of consciousness. A soft grumble vibrated from his sore throat.

Amid those circumstances that would normally gross you out, you managed to smile at him. That, and you gently squeezed his hand to reassure him that he was safe.

That pale, clammy version of the singer you were trapped with wasn't the form of himself he put on display to just anyone. This was a whole new side of him that you knew he never intended you to see; he was helpless. Joe had given in and finally let himself be helpless around you. You found it was rather sweet, and even somehow softening your heart.

It almost felt like a strange honor that not many people had the privilege of possessing, given that Joe tried so hard to hide it from you.

Him desperately vying to avoid your concern was typical for any one of the guys. Naturally, none of them wanted to appear vulnerable around you, but Joe seemed so hell-bent on keeping up his charade of feeling fine. You wondered what reasons he had for his strict act. Perhaps it was the intimate public setting that drove him to conceal his motion sickness at all costs. Maybe it was in order to save himself from certain embarrassment; you really didn't know.

Whatever reason he had, it didn't dwell in your mind for long. All you knew was that even with a half-dead, cold-sweated Joe on your shoulder, your heart was fluttering in a way that was even more inexplicable than his behavior.

*** "First of all," Sav held up a sassy finger at Joe, "She was the one who suggested she hold your hand, plus she held your hair back, plus she let you sleep on her shoulder and tried to make you feel better. Sounds rather tender, if you ask me. Tenderly intimate."

"I'll tell you what was 'intimate'-" Joe's grumpiness was still prominent, "-her watchin' me regurgitate my fuckin guts from 10 inches away!"

"But those were all girlfriend duties!" Sav bounced in his seat, trying to get the point across.

Joe finally fell silent. He sat up, and Sav could see the blush in his cheeks.

"...girlfriend duties?" he nearly whispered to the bassist.

"I'm right and you know it. Tell me those weren't girlfriend-ly actions! She got affectionate with you!"

Joe let his sight fall, then rise back up after a brief moment of pondering.

"She did, didn't she..."

"She definitely did."

Sav was smirking at him now.

Joe asked him again, "You really think she did...?"

"There's not a doubt in my mind."

"Oh-" Joe made a swatting motion and shook his head. He looked diagonally down at the floor, "She probably would've been affectionate to any one of us in that situation..."

Sav laughed out loud at his friend's comment. If he didn't know any better, he'd say he was back at home, gossiping in Joe's childhood bedroom during a sleepover.

"Mate, when I had food poisoning last month, she didn't wanna get near me! But today, she was touchin' you and strokin' you and whatnot! Now that I mention it, I saw her smile while you were sleeping and holding her hand! Believe me, she wanted to help you. It was like she had an excuse to get close to you, just like you saw the flight as an excuse to get close to her."

Resting his case, Sav crossed his arms, tongue in his cheek.

They both remained quiet while Joe sat in thought. The pieces slowly began to fit together in his head, forming a train of thought he could somewhat follow.

"Suppose you are right; what do you suppose I do about it now?"

Sav could tell his argument was a success. His work there was done.

"That's entirely up to you."

*** You hadn't been awake that long, and were still pretty groggy when dawn began to break the next day. The unfortunate sensation of jet lag was beginning to catch up with you at that time, too. It didn't matter, because it was all part of the business. Your day would begin soon enough, jet lag or not.

After rubbing your eyes and throwing on your robe, you drew back the curtains and peered out at the misty morning. Thinking the hypnotic trance might wake you up more, you began to stare. Just as quickly, your eyes began to flutter shut again. Right before they did, however, there came a gentle knock at your door.

Blinking yourself back awake, you brought yourself to answer the call.

Initially, you found no one outside your room via the door's peephole. However, when you opened the door to search for anyone nearby, there came an unexpected surprise.

Rather than a person standing before you, a colorful bouquet of flowers lay on your doorstep. Of course, it was strange, but it also left you quickly growing bashful. You just hoped it wasn't one of your guy friends playing an early morning joke on you. Even so, your mind would be too cloudy to process that.

Looking around with sleepy confusion and flattery, you crouched down and picked up the bright bundle. You shuffled your fingers through the top of the arrangement to try and find a label or card that would give away the sender's identity. Eventually, you found the exact clue you were looking for; in the form of a small note.

The fresh, awakening scent of the blossoms wafted around you as you made out the handwriting.

"I'm so sorry I almost threw up on you on the plane! 🙁 -Joe"

It couldn't have been any more straightforward if it'd been put up on a neon sign. You chuckled out loud in the empty hallway and peered around to find a trace of the man in question.

Instantly, you found his eyes peeking from around the corner a few yards away. A guilty smile on his lips made him look so shy- in contrast to his average demeanor.

"This was really unnecessary, you know," the bundle was waved teasingly at him.

"I felt it was necessary," Joe's body slowly appeared more from behind the corner, "Considering you had no choice but to put up with disgusting ol' me."

Leaning on your door's frame, your eyes followed him while he strolled forward and leaned his shoulder on the wall in front of you. You both wore humorous smiles aimed at each other. If you could think any more clearly, you'd recognize this as flirting. Maybe it was- but it seemed oddly natural in that moment.

"Despite what you may think," your eyebrows lifted as you raised the bouquet up to your chin, "You weren't as gross as you expect. That, and you weren't any trouble."

"I just feel icky about the whole thing," he scrunched up his face and shrugged in disgust, "I promise it won't happen again- if I'm seated next to you."

"Don't worry about it, Joe. You just had a bad flight; everyone's got them from time to time."

"Not you, apparently."

Joe's smile turned rather bashful when he diverted his eye contact elsewhere. He silently chuckled with a hint of embarrassment. When you'd reassured him, he all of a sudden realized what Sav was trying to make him see. There was something in your eyes and your smile and your voice that just spoke to Joe; something that hit him and made him realize you wanted to be in the position you were in the day before.

You wanted to be affectionate with him.

Out of his daze, Joe spoke up after a brief hesitation, "So- um, I know it's early... but it's the perfect time for breakfast, so would you wanna go downstairs and get something to eat?"

"You mean with disgusting ol' you?"

"Don't worry-" his face almost went red at the cheeks, and his dimple appeared at the corner of his mouth, "You don't have to think about me keeping it down this time."

Your arm holding the flowers dropped down to your side as you broke up into giggles.

"I'm not worried- in fact, I'd love to go."

You couldn't be certain, but you swore you saw Joe's face actually go red that time.

"Cool! Cool. Did you wanna get dressed or-?"

"Well, you don't seem to be dressed either, so why should I?" you reached back into your room to place the bouquet inside. When you shut the door, you joined the singer, "Let's hit it before Mike and Mal take all the good pastries."

Joe showed his teeth in his grin when you came to his side and began walking.

"If they're all taken, I'll steal one for you- considering I owe you a favor after what you did for me yesterday."

"What did I do?"

The answer was simple, but Joe didn't know how to say it without implying his feelings for you.

"You nursed me back to heath- or at least tried to..."

"I told you not to worry about it..."

"Alright, alright, I'll try not to."

"I'll tell you something, Elliott," you giggled as you both got inside the lift, "You've got a strange way of flirting."

Heat rushed to Joe's cheeks, and more threatened to join them at the thought of you noticing.

"Oh yeah?" he laughed.

"You hope I won't notice every tiny effort, yet you keep doing tiny things to make me notice. Even if we're, for example- up in the air..."

"Oh, god..." just like that, Joe thought he'd be the first person on earth to die of embarrassment. He pinched the bridge of his nose, "Fuck- please don't tell me I was that obvious..."

"Calm down, don't make yourself sick again," you laughed and patted his back, "If it makes you feel any better... I did notice what you were trying to do on the flight. And- um... it worked. So..."

You stood on your toes, and lightly planted a kiss on his cheek, "Let's just say- you don't have to be sick if you want to hold my hand next time."

Joe's hand lowered from his face, and he quickly flashed a bashful glance at you before darting his eyes away.

The elevator doors opened, the smell of coffee seeping everywhere. Instead of walking out, Joe reached out to you.

"You said I didn't have to be sick next time, and I'm quite well now..."

A bashful smile of your own made an appearance as you took his hand like you did the previous day. When you did, Joe giggled to himself.

You glanced over, "What?"

With a pause, Joe rolled in his lips, then looked right at you, "Oh nothing. Just- if you get sick on the next flight, I guess we'll be even, then."

"So, you're gonna sit with me on the next flight, then?" you raised an eyebrow.

"If it means getting even with you, then yes."

"And if it doesn't mean getting even with me?"

"Well," Joe said, smiling widely, "Then the answer is still yes."

That answer was more than enough for you.

Strolling out together, hand-in-hand, you and Joe made your way towards the breakfast counter. In the corner of your vision, you noticed him snagging a pastry off of Mike and Mal's table when he passed by.

The end

#this took me exactly 359 days to 100% complete g__g #another very rare occurrence where a fic isn't based off a song or has the title stolen from a song #unfortunately the next fic is going to break that streak hah :3D #def leppard #joe elliott #def leppard fanfiction #joe elliott x reader #def leppard x reader #original content #rick savage #sav is a perfect mediator I'm sorry I have him in that role all the damn time orgiwroimvwr #everyone is a dumbass and sav is the keeper of dumbasses #I also spent nearly 4 hours making that moodboard i hope you're happy g_g #I just recycle the same boring joe birthday post every year bc I don't have any ideas nor do I have any resources in order to make-#-something different and/or better

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book-o-scams · 3 years

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'Sorry Wrong Ed' Alternate Ending Storyboard Sequence

Check out Al Kang's Ed, Edd n Eddy portfolio!

Al Kang worked on the show during seasons 3-4 and had roles on the storyboard and prop teams apparently. (IMDb says he was credited as Al Choi at the time, but it also says he worked on season 1 episodes, which doesn't line up with the timeline he mentioned.. anyway.)

I discovered his portfolio a few months ago after seeing fandom discussion of the alternate 'Sorry Wrong Ed' ending. I was pleasantly surprised to find a few other treats as well! But yes, I even sorta liked what I learned about 'Sorry Wrong Ed' in the process... (I threw in a little analysis comparing the two endings at the bottom)

I noticed Al seemed to mix up the order on these, so I thought I'd try my best to figure out the right order. This was the most confusing one for me to try and figure out the order of since almost all 8 pages were out of order. I think I finally figured out what's going on in the original ending.

So this alternate ending starts at an unknown point with Eddy flat on the ground, presumably injured, picking himself back up. At this point in the final cut of the episode, Eddy has just been squashed by a tree, but this seems more like a different injury, and he's not even retaining his injuries from the truck scene... The scenes with Jonny and Plank from the final cut of the episode seem to not exist at all here, Jonny and Plank don't appear in this sequence.

Anyway, Eddy picks himself up in the middle of an on-going scene, sees Jimmy drop a coin in a jar for Ed, who has inexplicably turned the cursed phone into a scam on his own. Edd is glaring at the off-screen kids, who have somehow learned about this phone and are excited to kill Eddy with it.

Eddy: "Jimmy! No!"

Jimmy answers the phone: "Hello?"

Ed: "HA HA HA"

Edd: "You people don't seriously believe--"

Then we sync up with gags that did happen in the ending of Sorry Wrong Ed, with context that makes its tone a little more sadistic than random. Jimmy's paid phonecall drops the sandbox on Eddy.

This page has the most skeletal dialogue...

Kev: "Yes." (I think he's meant to be fist pumping because Eddy got hurt, more of a "Yes!")

Jimmy: "BAD LUCK EDDY PHONE." (this dialogue must have been a placeholder)

Edd: "HA HA" (sarcastic ha-ha or did Al mean to write "Ed" for this?)

Jimmy seems to offer the phone to Edd.

We sync up again with Edd's denial from the final cut of this episode, except now it actually makes sense that he's so one-track-minded, because there are people actively arguing with him and keeping him disengaged from the victim.

Edd: "There must be a cargo plane overfilled with playground supplies..."

Sarah interrupts him.

RING RING

Sarah: "Oh, that's for me."

Eddy at this point holds Ed responsible, as he should, and starts running to stop Ed or Sarah. Ed offers no explanation for his betrayal.

Eddy: "Ed! What are you doing!?"

Sarah: "Hello?"

Sarah's paid phonecall summons the hippos, the most random moment in the final cut of the episode. Note how both of these slapstick gags were storyboarded on the same generic background, seems like the lane or an empty lot, but clearly a different location than Eddy's front yard from the aired ending.

And that's all we have to go off of!

I'll put my updated opinions below the cut, but suffice it to say, I like the episode a little better now! Knowing what the ending was going to be and trying to figure out the choices that led to the ending we got, I feel more appreciative that it didn't end up a lost episode or something and less annoyed that it was 11 minutes of one joke.

I know I have a reputation for not finding slapstick funny and disliking this episode, but violence was never my only issue. Lots of episodes have lackluster slapstick that I just let wash over me. My point that never gets as much focus is that this episode never felt FINISHED to begin with. It's just a slapstick vacuum with no ending and no point, and it used to be frustrating to me not knowing for sure if my hunch was right or not that it felt like the episode just wasn't working and they had to cobble it together from the scenes that almost worked.

I am surprised to say I like the episode more now that I know that is pretty close to the truth. Judging from this peek into the episode's development, this episode seems to have reached Danny Antonucci's and/or Wootie's (the episode's lead board artist) limit for being mean-spirited with the characters without a reason. I'll still probably avoid rewatching it, but knowing the episode has no ending specifically because it's been trimmed to bare bones is somehow reassuring.

The most obvious flaw to this original ending is the lack of motivation for Ed's or the kids' actions. The kids presumably still weren't in the rest of the episode, so there's really no reason for them to be here other than reiterating the same idea from 'Your Ed Here' and 'The Good Ole Ed' that the neighborhood kids are always looking for a reason to gang up on Eddy, something that isn't really true of those characters in earlier seasons.

I think I can imagine how, on paper (in the writers' outline), this episode sounded funnier. Trying to imagine this ending as part of the whole episode, I think the script's idea of the final joke is that Ed is not satisfied with ending the tests at the point where they tried to return the phone to Rolf. I think Ed converts the curse-testing process to a scam at that point, building off of how Ed already wasn't processing Eddy's safety in anything so far, and is probably more focused on proving to Edd that curses are real (as Ed was previously in league with Evil Tim). The addition of Ed running his own tests and the kids arguing Eddy's point against Edd's while Eddy's busy, does sound more like a complete manic cartoon boiling point than the way the finished episode just petered out with Edd as the sole antagonist. But unfortunately, in visual execution, suddenly piling in so many aggressive characters and so much random violence at once, would only really result in it petering out at a higher volume.

Meanwhile Edd's characterization is made much more structurally sound in the original ending. He's annoyed FOR Eddy's sake, and the only reason he's not actively helping Eddy is because like 3 other characters were supposed to be arguing with him while this was happening. It seems extremely apparent to me that the cuts made to this ending were for the sake of mitigating Ed's reputation in the fandom, as well as the kids', and I think it's really unfortunate that Edd's characterization was the cost for salvaging everyone else's. I'm glad I already considered his behavior in 'Sorry Wrong Ed' non-canon, because now it feels like the reason the aired ending is so out-of-character is just because Edd is basically arguing with the ghost of the original scene. I formally forgive 'Sorry Wrong Ed'. Production turnarounds are tough and AKA did their best to not turn this into another forgotten 'Special Ed' episode that simply wasn't working.

I think ditching the original ending was ultimately the right call. It was not an exemplary episode, but I can admit it's less out of place to have a pure "vacuum of violence" story than it would've been to essentially give the kids a supernatural revenge plot like this. That would've been really weird to have to accept-- Eddy definitely wouldn't want to be friends with anyone at the end of the movie if THIS was their past. Changing it to an unaware Jonny and a questionably aware Plank being responsible, indeed, was a vibe that landed much more like standard EEnE fare. It was weird enough that the kids all saw Santa in JJJ, can you imagine if they all knew curses were real AND participated in attacking a neighbor with one??

If there was a silver lining for me the first time I saw this episode, it was that none of the kids were directly involved in Eddy's suffering. It made the questionable reality of the cursed device slightly more acceptable that only the Eds and Rolf know about the curse. If this ending had happened, I would've reacted the same, but I would've rejected its continuity even more than I do now, because it would just feel like they animated one of the DC Comics (where the kids can blow the Eds up with fireworks at the end or the Eds can randomly be crushed under an avalanche of anvils)-- the art could end up gorgeous but the characterizations don't exactly land as real human beings, the balance this show strives for typically.

And I think that's all I wanted to say! In the end, I found myself liking 'Sorry Wrong Ed' slightly more than I used to, all thanks to this glimpse into how the animation production system morphs the outcome of a cartoon. Thanks so much to Al Kang, for sharing your art and this insight into the industry! I don't know whether he did both the gesture drawings and the revised art, but judging from his other boards I think the cleaned up art is his, and I liked seeing the poses that almost were!

#ed edd n eddy #sorry wrong ed #al kang #storyboard #concept art #alternate ending #deleted ending #alternate sequence #analysis

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c-atm · 3 years

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Connie Maheswaran sighed...She knew this was a bad idea, but no one else was around, and the best friend/ bane of her existence/ big crush/ betrothed had an eye for these things, so his expertise was appreciated.

"So." Steven Universe, gem hybrid, alien prince, sweetheart, and hero to many, started with a grin. Placing his hand on the curve of her back." How skimpy of a bikini are we getting, huh?

She growled dangerously as she felt his hand crept lower." Stop it, you pervert."

Steven just smirked as he lifted his hand back up. That lecherous fox smirk that he only showed her.

"I promise that my intentions are as 'pure' as the lily-white of your clothes."

Connie arched an eyebrow looking at her yellow polo, black denim shorts, and orange kicks. "What white are you talking about?" She implored.

The alien royalty squeezed the college sophomore bottom. "The thin warm cloth underneath." He whispered into her ear, making her fume with annoyance, bashfulness, and made just a wee bit of an exciting impression… Despite her pouting with puffed blush crossed cheeks and steady brows.

"How the hell do you know?" She questioned, grabbing his wrist and clenched tightly, making the 'big gem on campus' fall to his knees in slight pain.

"Ow, ow, ow! I promise I didn't peek at you while you were getting dressed today."

"But you did peek at me." She arched an eyebrow.

"On accident." He pleaded, " We both know I would never peep on you."

"Now, Steven..."

"Not without an escape route."

Connie took a moment to consider it, but in the end, she decided he was right.

Steven always had a damn way to run away. Not like when they were teens, and she would easily catch and punish him for his transgressions against all womankind. However, they were more innocent, like giving her (not-so unwanted) pecks on her cheek or complimenting her physical growth.

It was the reason her betrothed became her bane before becoming her friend and crush.

Though his actions couldn't be helped, it was ingrained in him. The gem race was very liberated when it came to physical appeal, appreciation, and affection and saw all forms as beautiful. From the first (of what would become semi-normal) time she visited his home planet, it quickly became apparent to her that kissing, touching, and 'raunchy' commentary was commonplace among Homeworld. A lot of sensual and carnal PDA was everyday stuff for gem kind.

All except fornication in all its forms.

That was considered divine as gem fusion but way less lax—the ultimate show of reverence for one's unique being. Even stories of one’s actual sexploits were to be kept between partners, no matter how many there were; neither monogamy nor polygamy took precedence on Homeworld.

She let his wrist go with an unamused hum, opting to hold his hand to keep it from wandering.

”Let’s go, my perv.” Connie sighed as she led him further into the store, towards the dressing rooms. She was nearly closing the door behind her as she entered, turning and facing him, hiding with the plywood entrance. "So, against my better judgment, I'm gonna go into the dressing room and wait for you to bring me back some swimwear," Connie informed, blushing. "I need you to take this seriously, ok? No games at all." She muttered.

Steven gasped, placing three fingers on his chest as if he was an offended southern Bellé. "Why madam, I do declare that I will be at my most critical. After all…" He caressed her cheek with a smirk on his face, "the chance to decorate you in my taste doesn't come along often." He grinned as he interlaced his fingers together. "I can see you now in...Hehehe! Oh yes..."

Looking at his bottom lip gnawing, nearly crossed eye blushing expression of perverse elation, Connie almost regrets asking for his advice and help but, there is a reason for that. "Can you not imagine whatever you are imagining and help me?"

He looked up at her pouting profile and smirked lovingly before kissing her forehead. "You're more tempting than anything I can imagine."

She took a deep breath, rubbing the back of her left calf with her right foot, and idiosyncratic behavior towards surprising affection and praise.

"⁵Just...Stay away from the skimpy swimsuit from earlier." She warned, burned cheeked as she closed the door behind her, "Himbo hubby." rubbing her forehead, where the warm sensation of his lips lingered, she grinned. The feeling of pride In her chest.

"Ok... Let's get to business."

Three minutes later, Connie was stripped of her clothing and her pride as she looked at her reflection. Bare to her body and her insecurities. She didn't feel Charming? Girlish? Soft? Cute?

She was never called cute or adorable. No... Words that described her was strong, tall, mature, robust, and built, which was right.

She was six ft by the time she was 16 (she's 6'6 now), always been athletic; being an army brat on an army base until she was 12, strenuous exercise was more than just a habit; it was a lifestyle. Combined with tennis and martial arts, it was easy to understand why her body was built and cut as it was. She had 'mercenaries muscles.' A body made for battle, yet she was 'blessed' with the curvy hips and noticeable bust of her mother's bloodline.

The thing is, she didn't hate her body. She just wasn't privy to the attention she got from it. Most guys were intimidated.

Most girls…' intrigued' to say the least, and then there were some who 'swore' she was 'transitional.' People she affectionately referred to as transphobic bastards.

One cause she was born, lives and will die biologically and mentally as a woman, no matter how 'masculine' she supposedly acts; and more importantly, being trans isn't wrong.

"The scars don't really help either." She mused as she scanned her nude form little scars from her active lifestyle on her stomach.

"I think they give you character, Berry." Steven voiced from behind the door, surprising her enough for her to jump.

"The hell?! How did you get done so fast?!" She nearly shrieked as she turned to the door...Which now had a few swimsuits hang on the knob, " Steven...Did you peek at me?"

She was greeted by silence.

"Accidentally,"

She gave a slightly exaggerated sigh at his guilty tone to hide the smile on her face. "Really? You don't wanna see me in the buff?"

She could already see the thousand-watt smile on his face.

"Wait, are you saying I can?"

She had to bite her tongue from laughing at his eagerness, "No, sit and wait." She scoffed out a chuckle when she heard him moan, downtrodden. Taking a look at the group of bathing suits in the knob, she went to see which one she definitely will not wear.

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Steven sat in the pink chair in front of the dressing rooms, legs and arms crossed as he waited for his beauty of a betrothed model for him. He knew she wasn't crazy about her appearance, but he couldn't get enough of it.

The fact Connie tower's him by a whole nine inches. Her 'jacked,' pear-shaped body with its hypnotic curves, especially around her bust, hips, thighs, and butt. Blazing deep-set onyx eyes with thick brows, thin cupid bow lips, her slightly narrowed and flat nose, and loose raven hair in a half-braided ponytail that reached her broad shoulders. An amazing amazon made real.

Of course, her physique was only part of why he was smitten to what humans would call near 'perverse' moments, strange since earthling takes sex for granted, to the point of making multiple websites about it for profit.

Planetary cultural differences aside, Connie's physicality was just a complementary mirror to her character. Strong, bold, unique, and mesmerizing. No wonder why Connie steals every room she walks in when she wants to or not. He couldn't help but snicker tenderly at the thought of her before tenderness gave a slight way to hunger at the thought of her in a swimsuit.

"Steven...Can you come here?"

The hybrid looked with a bit of concern and curiosity at the brown hand waving and shy voice coming from the dressing room.

"Hmm?" He stood and walked to took the gold sprayed knob of the plywood in his hand.

"With your eyes close!"

That made his eyes widen, but he followed her request, closing his pink eyes before entering and closing the door behind him. "You ok, Ni'?"

"I...I need you to promise to be honest with me."

"What are you talking about?"

"Just promise. ok?"

"Hmm...I'm opening my eyes."

"Wait. I'm not.."

"...HMM..."

Connie looked towards him in shy withdrawal, holding her left arm, and biting her lip adorned in a blue bikini. The top looked like a cage neck crop top that clipped in the back, and the bottoms were high-waisted with an extra band that crossed around her navel. It was sexy, to say the least, accentuating off all her curves and prominent muscle, flattering her breast, thighs, hips, and butt, without showing too much; it was made for her.

"Well?" She asked, looking at his stare but getting no answer, feeling her cheeks heat in marooned embarrassment. "Is it that bad?"

"Adorable."

Connie's eyes widened, "A-Adorable?" She pursued her lips, looking down at herself. She wasn't used to being called that.

"Yeah... I mean, yeah, it looks sexy..but it really brings out your softer, sensual charms."

"I...I.." her nose flared as she fought the bubbling feeling in her chest. " You're... You’re not just saying that, right?" She rubbed her left calf with her right ankle.

"I wouldn't lie about this." Steven raised his right hand in a promise.

She crossed her arms, her mouth in a side pout," So...I'm cute in this, then?"

"Are you fishing for compliments?" Steven teased, getting a raised brow look of astonishment from his betrothed

" I..No!" She crossed her arms below her chest, looking away, pouting with puffed blush crossed cheeks and steady brows.

Before turning towards the hybrid, just as she was about to attempt to make her point, she was caught off guard by his hand gently but securely grabbing her chin and leading her to move her face up close to his, their nose tips gingerly touching.

It wasn't the first time he did this, and it always made her feel a bit meek. Never unpleasantly, though.

"You're always cute."

The feel of his warm lips sandwiching her top lip with popping clips was new.

New but welcomed.

#facememe #steven universe #connie maheswaran #connverse #steven universe fanfiction #steven and connie #older steven #older connie #connverse fanfic #steven universeau #clothes shopping

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dreamsister81 · 3 years

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Jeff and MI:

By age, you fit in the G.I.T generation, but you obviously are not one of them...

These facilities are a mystery to me. There they tell you only one thing: hurry up! This leads you nowhere, afterwards your own children run away from you. Through these trainings you get to know women, you get to know men, music is inoculated into people who have no feeling for it; then they can only scare other people or insult them...

I was in this terrible place too, by the way-G.I.T That was a complete waste of time, apart from the theoretical lessons and the friends that I had there. Otherwise: an absolute wrong decision.

How long have you studied there?

One year, the normal program. They give you tons of material, you have to absorb everything, you practice, you are tested and you go to the next course. An intensive support with development is simply not possible. I did so many things: theory, single string technique, jazz class, rock class, all sorts of genres. My friend John was teaching bass there, and he once said that there is not a single teacher at the institute who says to the students, "OK, you're learning all this stuff here now, you're learning how to entertain people and you're learning to learn. But do you even know that there is no one in the universe other than yourself who plays the music you play? " John left the school then. For me it was all a joke that cost me $ 3,900. People interested in music should take private lessons somewhere, start a band, do something with people who like them and have what it takes. These schools are a scene in their own right, a very small, secluded world-the music, on the other hand, is gigantic and open. If you don't notice it, you miss a lot of magic, pain, development...(thinks) and rock! Apart from Paul Gilbert, there was no one there who really rocked. Session musicians are bred there; and at the end of the year you get a piece of paper that says, "Now you have the skills to become a professional musician." Well, congratulations! And then you look for jobs and play what other people want. But that's not all the music, there's something else isn't there? Where's the music coming from? From your own head or stomach, or the concepts of the people you work for?-Gitarre & Bass, October, 1995

I had a friend named John Humphrey. I went to this really crappy guitar school for a year, and he used to teach there, he was a bass teacher. And then he left, and we ended up being roommates later on, after I graduated. This is the kind of school where you give them a shitload of money in order to spend a year learning their curriculum.

What was it, G.I.T. (Guitar Institute of Technology in Los Angeles)?

Yeah, it was G.I.T.. They give you their curriculum, and it's not too comprehensive, but it's just enough, and then you can [snaps his fingers] move on to the next thing. And pretty soon you have all this shit inside you and then they give you this paper that says you have what it takes to be a professional musician.

It's a rock-oriented thing, isn't it?

In the end, I think, the only true product of that kind of learning is to get you gigs on the studio circuit and to get you gigs on the session guy circuit.

So, Lee Ritenour went there or something?

G.I.T. was started by Howard Roberts, the guy who played the wah-wah guitar on the theme to Shaft. And this other guy named Pat Hayes. I don't know. It just seemed like a racket, really. John said a lot of things to me that stuck in my mind. He said that there was nobody who stopped you, sat you in a room and said, okay, we have all these artists that you're learning the licks from, you have your guitar heroes, your virtuoso lust objects. But there's nobody who can make the kind of music you can make now except for you. And you can make it now. You don't even have to know how to go fast. And that makes all the sense to me in the world. It's also kind of an unseen process, that concept, originality. It's like that in all the education systems; there's never any real...identity education, self-generative identity art sort of thing, to be yourself. If everybody in Melbourne had a Wurlitzer organ and had the passion to sing something or make something, you'd have hundreds of thousands of different styles, if they were coming exactly from only their DNA, only their makeup, and their emotional percepts, their idea about what art is. You could have way-removed genres from what is already accepted, avante-garde country-rock-punk-folk-whatever. It's unlimited. But for some reason, the conventions always take over and there's a very ready and powerful formula to step into...

Those are the type of [formula-derived] players who can say, "Well, I was listening to the radio in 1967 and I heard the guitar solo in Jimi Hendrix's 'All Along the Watchtower,' and that guitar sound, that tone, would work perfectly for this television commercial."

Yeah. See? "Stealing from the greats, that's okay." That's right. Once I stopped in [at G.I.T.] years later, when I was on tour going through L.A., just to see what it was like. They've got a completely high-tech, multi-million dollar facility...

More so than when you had been there?

Way more. When I was there, it was just a ragtag bunch of teachers, and they had all left by then. They had video facilities and a class for stage moves and all kinds of things. And I saw this guy who was working the desk, the guy who watches the door. He had a bass on, and he was practicing his Nirvana chops! He was playing "In Bloom" on his bass, way up on his chest, jazz-fusion style, to the Nirvana song. I thought, oh shit--he was practicing his grunge riffs! He was getting his grunge down! Best fucking thing you can do, if you have the interest, is go to a private teacher, go someplace, some college, and learn theory. That was something I really enjoyed, actually, something that wasn't totally pointless. Theory meaning the meaning of the musical nomenclature. I was attracted to really interesting harmonies, stuff that I would hear in Ravel, Ellington, Bartok.-Double Take, February 29, 1996

Once the site of a seakeasy and a bra factory, the 30,000-square-foot quarters were now the home of Musicians Institute, a vocational school for anyone who considered himself or herself a serious musician. With its wooden desks and chipped-tile hallways, MI resembled any other urban school, but at those desks, student guitarists and drummers studied scales and power chords in hopes of becoming the next Eddie Van Halen or Neil Peart, the flashy drummer with Rush. On their way to class each morning, flaxen-haired guitar gods in training could be spotted holding their guitars and practicing licks as they walked down Hollywood Boulevard.

Jeff had heard about Musicians Institute (and its subdivision, the Guitar Institute of Technology) while in high school and told everyone it was his one and only destination. However, potential superstardom did not run cheap. The school charged $4,000 for its one year course, and by the time Jeff Graduated from Loara High School, Mary Guibert was beginning to fall on hard financial times as she went in and out of jobs. In need of money for herself and her two sons, she prematurely broke into a $20,000 fund earmarked for Jeff, but only after he tured nineteen. Once Mary proved to the courtsthat Jeff needed it for his education, he and Mary received it a year early. In a deep irony, the father Jeff had barely met and increasingly resented would be paying his son's way through music school.

On graduation night, September 15, 1985, at the Odyssey in Granada Hills in the San Fernando Valley, Jeff, Stoll, and Marryatt closed the ceremony by playing Weather Report's "Pearl On the Half Shell."-from Dream Brother

With its 30-odd thousand feet of floor space and row upon row of "labs", where hopeful guitar heroes could jam with such shit-hot players as Scott Henderson, LA's Musician's Institute must have seemed like nirvana for someone like Jeff Buckley, trapped as he was behind the Orange Curtain. According to his buddy Chris Dowd, that's exactly why Buckley enrolled there, arriving just before autumn, 1984, bankrolled by $4,000 that Mary managed to squeeze from a Tim Buckley trust fund.

Originally known as the Guitar Institute, which in itself says plenty, the school was opened in 1977. Drawing on the educational philosophy of journeyman guitarist Howard Roberts, it was co-founded and managed by Los Angeles music businessman Pat Hicks, "a real shyster opportunist", in the words of Tom Chang, an expat Canadian who would become very tight with Jeff Buckley during their two years at the Institute. In 1978, thr Bass Institute was opened, followed by the Percussion Institute two years later. Desppite Hicks' questionable business ethics-amongst other things, he'd hire students as cheap labour to do essential maintenance work on the building, which led to Buckley being hired as an electrician's assistant soon after graduating-he did manage to persuade well regarded players and bands to lecture, and play alongside, the hopefuls who'd enrolled there.

What Buckley lacked up in "front" he clearly made up for in ambition. That was proved, in spades, by Buckley's graduation performance which was played out on September 15, 1985, at a venue called the Odyssey in Granada Hills. While the sonic crush and enviable chops of Rush and Led Zeppelin still rocked the world of this Orange County teen, Buckley had also developed a real taste for such "noodlers" as Weather Report.

The number chosen by Buckley for graduation was their "D Flat Waltz" (not "Pearl On The Half-Shell", as documented elsewhere, which they'd performed at a previous event), a typically complicated few minutes of Weather Report neo-fusion-a "really cool piece, very involved", according to Tom Chang-and a standout from their 1983 set Domino Theory. But Buckley, accompanied by Stoll on drums and Marryatt on bass, didn't just play the piece, he also wrote the individual parts out beforehand for the band.-from A Pure Drop

MI pics by me

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beetlegoose01 · 3 years

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forget about love (one shot)

Summary: In which Scorpius and Rose discuss love.

It was a clear, crisp spring day at Hogwarts. Classes had long ended, and several students were enjoying the sunshine by the Great Lake. Some students were relaxing under the oak trees nearby, dozing off from the cool shade instead of the heat from the sun. Textbooks and sweet wrappers were discarded lazily in several piles, some open, others not touched at all. It was Friday, after all. No one except the extremely studious would bother doing homework on such a lovely day. Especially not on a Friday.

Rose was by the sparkling lake, shoes and socks tossed aside as she dipped her toes in the refreshing water. Concentrating with all her might, she picked up a flat stone and flicked it across. It skimmed a good three times, before plopping into the water. The circular reflection surrounding it as it fell into the deep lake. She sighed, lost in thought. She had finished all of her homework hours ago, so she didn't really have any plans. There wasn't any Hogsmeade this weekend either, nor any Quidditch games. Sure she could spend time with her friends, a gaggle of girls she often gossiped with, but whenever she did talk with them, she felt as though she was wasting time.

'Shouldn't you be doing something right now? Why are you relaxing? You're so lazy.'

'Stop it.' She thought to herself. 'I'm allowed to relax- I'm allowed to-' She flung another rock into the water. This time, it skimmed five times. Impressed with herself for a brief moment, she smiled.

Something disrupted her concentration. A group of students cheered loudly.

"Rose!" Polly Chapman waved from farther away. "Yann is going to do a backflip for us. Wanna watch?" She batted her eyelashes at Yann, who grinned cheekily as a kiss was planted on their cheek.

"Back handspring." Yann corrected sheepishly.

"No one cares what it's called." Karl rolled his eyes. Yann scowled, swatting their hand at the Hufflepuff's head.

"Shut up, Karl." Polly snapped.

"Sorry Polly."

Rose smirked. "I'll watch, just ...don't break your neck."

But whatever gymnastics trick Yann did, Rose wasn't watching. Her mind was back at the water. She flicked the stone across. Six times.

"Yes!" She cheered silently.

"How do you do that?"

Rose jumped, startled by the sudden noise. She faced Scorpius, who was behind her. Had he grown taller? He seemed to tower over her every day. Casually holding a textbook in one hand, his other hand in his trouser pocket. Less awkward, more confident and pristine with his perfectly placed platinum hair. If she was attracted to him, or boys in general, she might have found him attractive.

"Sorry," He said, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. "I thought you heard me."

Rose shrugged, never admitting that she had been startled, let alone scared. Thinking he was referring to Yann, she said: "Oh Yann's been doing gymnastics since they were three. I suppose just lots of practice and-"

"No, no. I meant your rock throwing." He gestured with an exaggerated wrist thrust. "That."

Rose blushed, still puzzled. "Um. My mum taught me ages ago. How to skip stones, I mean. You get the hang of it with practice. " Her dark brown eyes glanced back at the water. "Do you need something?" She hadn't meant to come across as snippy. She was stressed, a bit irritated and always wary of Scorpius, who had been flirting with her for the past few years. Now that he was dating Albus, that had stopped, but that didn't mean things weren't awkward. Admittedly, she had no idea how to react in front of him, and cold, short responses seemed the easiest way for him to stop bothering her.

"No." Scorpius shook his head. "I just wanted to talk."

Well that was unexpected.

"Talk?" She echoed.

"Yeah," He chuckled, fiddling with his hands. "As friends." He added hastily.

Rose gave him a funny look, but sat down on the damp dew grass, gesturing him to sit beside her. He happily obliged, avoiding a patch of mud in between them.

"Your hair looks nice today."

She snorted in amusement. Her hair looked exactly the same as it always did, two afro puffs on each side. She never saw any point to change it, she liked it how it was. Still, it was a nice thing to say when he didn't have an alternative motive.

"Thanks, yours does too." She said teasingly.

Scorpius dimpled. "Cheers, Rose."

"So, what did you really want to talk about? Not that I'm complaining, but usually you're off frolicking with Al." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "You two didn't have a row, did you?"

"No!" Scorpius exclaimed. "Everything's fine. I was just..." He frowned, trying to find the words. "Do you know what being in love is like?" He asked, rather bluntly. Scorpius was never one for being subtle.

Rose looked uneasy. "For the last time, I'm never going to go out with you."

"Yes, we've established that." Scorpius joked. "When you kicked me in the shin."

Relieved, she smiled softly. "To answer your question, yes I do."

"Oh. With-"

"It doesn't matter who it was." She said quickly. "It was a long time ago." To be fair, there were quite a few girls who made her heart flutter.

"Noted. And how did you know?"

She frowned. "What's this about, Scorpius? Is there a point to this?"

"There is."

"Then what-"

He sighed, running a hand through his hair. "I don't know if I'm in love with Albus." He looked troubled, and the minute the words left his lips, he backtracked. "Wait. I mean I love him lots, but I'm worried that I don't love him, love him."

"You've been dating only a few months, I don't think that's uncommon."

"I know it doesn't make any sense." Scorpius said. "But lately I've been having doubts. If my feelings are real. Even though I love him."

"I don't follow. You love him but you're worried you don't love him?"

"Yes, and no."

"What makes you think that?" Rose raised an eyebrow.

"Well, we've been through so much together. We're practically attached at the hip. I'd do anything for him. He's brilliant. Smart, caring, so so handsome and...he makes my heart melt. Like, actually feel melting. Maybe it's his eyes. They're green like emeralds and beautiful to stare at..."

Rose raised her hand. "He's also my cousin."

"Right, sorry."

"That was quite obvious." Her lip twitched. "So, what's the problem? It sounds like you care about him."

"Yes, but we've been all matey since first year. What if I just admire his friendship? What if these feelings are fake? I can't imagine hurting him if I say this but-" He looked close to tears. "I can't lose him."

Rose was uncomfortable, a reaction she had whenever someone cried in front of her. "Look, I know feelings are ...difficult to understand. Especially for people like us." An unspoken understanding of what she meant dawned on them both.

Scorpius looked down miserably.

"Love is a very complicated emotion that even I don't fully understand. I guess my answer to your question is: When you're in love, you feel different. A certain amount of joy that makes you willing to stand by that person or people no matter what. It's not something you can just...control. It happens as is.

But, you're also sixteen and you don't need to understand this shite completely. So live life, let your hair down, enjoy being with my cousin, sipping butterbeer with heart shaped foam." She teased.

Scorpius gave a watery laugh. "Yeah,"

"But, for what it's worth...I've never seen a relationship quite like you and Albus." She shrugged again. "I'm probably the last person to talk about romance. It's not really important to me." She looked back at Polly and her friends thoughtfully.

Those thoughts had to wait.

"So, are you ready for next week's match? Gryffindor's going to crush Hufflepuff." She smirked confidently.

"I'll be rooting for you." Scorpius assured her, immensely pleased for his friend.

"You'll come to the match?"

"Of course, and I'll wear red and gold even though it does /not/ look good on me."

She laughed. "Great! Thanks..." She trailed off.

"Rose?" Scorpius asked, puzzled, looking in the direction she was facing. "Are you alright?"

A group of girls were approaching the lake, wearing bikinis and giggling and squealing as they touched the water. A tall Gryffindor girl with wide hips and golden hair dove underwater with a splash. Rose blushed and turned away.

"Isn't that Frankie Longbottom?" He smiled. "She looks nice."

"What?" She said, still a bright crimson. "I've got to go---study." She darted away, nearly dropping a stack of books as she practically sprinted back inside.

Scorpius' eyes widened in realization, then chuckled.

#scorpius malfoy #rose granger weasley #one shot #slice of life #lesbian rose #bi scorpius #albus is mentioned #yann fredericks #polly chapman

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linphd · 4 years

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monoma x fem!reader | hateful sex [smut] [2/3]

neito monoma x reader

female reader

Neito decides to tease (Y/N) during the movie, and he keeps doing so during the whole night.

warning : smut, lemon, bit degradation since it's neito

-> spit, cockwarming, public sex (kinda), actually some temperature play cause he can copy quirks and it's practical

this is the second part (check out the first one) and it's based on that post we made with @mhastories

that's gonna be long anyway cause I have a lack of Neito smut and for once I'm really into a smut I'm writing lmao (3000 words 💀💀)

Once again, (Y/N) and Neito just had a quickie in her dorm before going to a night training. ''I'm keeping those.'' The blonde said, taking the girl's underwear and putting them in his pocket. He had put back on his clothes very quickly, leaving her wrapped in the blanket, looking for her clothes. ''Wow, Phantom Thief, more like Panties Thief.'' She said, referring to his hero name, not even turning to look at him as she was looking for the pieces of clothing of her uniform.

''Why are you keeping them anyway ?'' She asked, finding a new pair to replace them. ''I really like them ! They remind me of my hero costume.'' He said, not even shameful. ''Your hero costume is a suit.'' She replied, confused. ''And your panties are black.'' He said, smiling. ''Anyway, I have to go.'' The blonde added, walking to her as she stood up, still wrapped in her blanket. He cupped her face and kissed her, leaving a string of saliva in-between them. ''Wow, are you gonna miss me or something ?'' She asked, questioning his affection.

''Open your mouth.'' He said, his usual cocky smile on his face. The girl executed his order, not really wondering what he wanted to do. Actually, she thought he was about to put his fingers flat against her tongue to tease her, or just kiss her again. But no. He spat in her mouth, laughing when he saw her eyes widen. However, she only sighed when he released her, still staring to see her reaction. ''You're disgusting.'' She replied, not even shocked. And that said, he went outside to train with the 2B students and once she was ready, she followed to join her own classmates.

Actually, they weren't going to see each other until the movie night. (Y/N) told Neito she had to study for a test, and knowing Bakugou -she still couldn't tell why he had agreed to help her- he would've been so fucking pissed to see Neito tag along. And the blonde had some late homeworks to do anyway. Maybe that's why he kissed her that lovingly but ended up spitting in her mouth when she pointed it out. He was embarrassed.

But he couldn't be happier when it was finally time to go to the 2A dorms to watch the dumb movie they had chosen. ''You seem excited.'' Juzo said. ''It's because he's seeing his girlfriend !'' Kendo sing-sang, laughing when she saw the blonde roll his eyes. But he didn't blush, much to her dismay. ''She's not my girlfriend. She's my cocksleeve.'' He replied, making his classmates who had heard it frown. Why did he have to be so randomly disgusting ?

Everyone settled in the common room, having brought some mattresses so everyone could sit on something comfortable. Neito immediately pulled (Y/N) to make her sit on his lap. She complained a bit, but when she felt comfortable, her back against his chest while his chin was resting on the top of her head, she stopped. He had even brought a blanket ! And despite the fact that they looked like a lovely little couple, (Y/N) was too comfy to move from her spot. And she was having a discussion with Momo anyway, waiting for the movie to start.

''Don't you have morals, sitting like this ?'' Tenya said, pointing to their position. ''I'm just sitting ?'' (Y/N) asked, making Neito arch an eyebrow. ''And so there's more space for everyone. Why are you mad ?'' He asked, but the brunette didn't reply. Bakugou only glared at them, and when the girl raised an eyebrow at him, he tsked. ''I know what you're gonna do. I hope I won't catch you.'' he only said, before sitting on the other couch.

Like most people, the girl was still wearing her school uniform, making her wonder what the blonde could think about when he started to fiddle with her skirt. Still, he didn't do anything except playing with the fabric, his knuckles sometimes brushing against the girl's thighs, so she brushed it off and focused on the movie.

However, after some minutes -when she had completely forgotten she was even laying on Neito- (Y/N) felt his hands roaming on her underwear. When he felt her tense up, the blonde kissed her temple. Hearing the tiny noise right next to him, Kaminari, who was sitting on a mattress, turned to look at them. And they said they weren't dating ! Still, he turned back to the movie, contented that he had caught them being all lovely dovely with each other. Poor boy, cause what he didn't know was that Neito was starting to fidget the fabric of the girl's panties, grinning at himself when he felt her body having a positive reaction to it.

Momo was far enough on the couch for him to whisper to (Y/N). ''You're so wet ! Still you look scared... maybe you're just getting turned on that we could be caught.'' He said, making her eyes widen while she was trying to brush it off. Once she felt him slipping one, and then a second finger within her, she took a deep breath, trying to focus on the movie. Her face was slight red and her lips were parted, since she was focused enough to manage not to escape any noise.

Slipping his fingers in the girl's pants was something Neito was used to. But going as far as fingering her under a blanket, in public, was something he had waited to do for a long time. He had prepared this since a few days, but he was sure it was going to be worth the wait. Once he heard (Y/N) cough, he knew it was because she was at her edge and was just trying to hide her moans. So he stopped in his tracks. However, it was for something much better. (Y/N) felt Neito's lap moving beside her, and she felt his hands releasing her. She knew what he was going to do. They had talked about it a few times before.

''You know what would be funny ? Your classmates seeing me fucking you.'' The blonde had told her. ''I won't go as far. Maybe cockwarming, though. Camie told me it was excited.'' She had replied. But she had forgotten about that particular conversation until she actually felt Neito's member slipping inside of her, making his way as deep as he could. She leant forward, as he was taking his damn time and was making her feel every inch going further. He didn't eat her out before, so she was less wet that she usually was. And god, did she feel the difference.

It had been very difficult to remain quiet, biting her lip so harshly that she could feel herself tearing up. Once Neito was balls deep inside of her, he decided to wrap his arms around her, pulling her against his chest again. As if to congratulate her, he kissed her cheek, and rested his own against her head right after.

Feeling a whole cock inside of her, (Y/N) couldn't help but buck her hips at some point, making Neito snort -as quiet as he could. The movement had already caught Momo's attention, but she would've brushed it off if she hadn't heard the blonde's reaction. That's when she turned a bit, to discreetly look at what was going on. The blanket had moved, they didn't even look like they needed it that much at this point, and it had moved enough for the brunette to see how her friend's skirt was oddly up, and how pressed she was against the boy's lap.

Seeing her friend stare like this, Jiro also turned to look at what she was looking. When she noticed it, Momo turned to look at her. They exchanged a glance, and decided to look back at the movie. They were very happy they couldn't see more. It was already enough. Most people didn't notice these two, but Kirishima wasn't one of those people.

He elbowed Kaminari, and whispered : ''Kinky bastards.'' eyeing Neito and (Y/N). Kaminari turned slightly to look, and he could also tell what was going on. Even more with (Y/N)'s red face and Neito's grin. Hearing the red-head, Tenya wondered what was going on. After he noticed Kirishima and Kaminari looking at the same direction, he sighed. Did they really have to be this way ? Didn't they have morals ? He knew that was going to happen ! Still, he tried to brush it off and stop thinking about it by watching the movie.

But there was one poor boy who couldn't brush it off ; Izuku. He had felt someone stare at him, and that's why he had turned to look at what was going on. He thought it was Bakugou glaring at him, but surprisingly, it was Neito. Actually, the blonde was sure that Izuku had a crush on (Y/N) -and that's why he liked to be seen hanging out in the dorms that much and why he told the girl he wanted to bend her over and fuck her in front of everyone else- and he had decided he could witness how weak she was under his touch only.

The boy turned 50 shades of red, turning back to the screen. Noticing his reaction (Y/N) feared that some other people would see them. She immediately turned to Bakugou, who she feared the most. But luckily, he was focused on his phone, not even listening to the movie. He was sure not going to look towards them. Neito bucked his hips a bit to catch the girl's attention, which only made her bump her back against his chest, to hurt him a bit and make him stop. And the blonde actually spent the whole movie thrusting only here and there, and slowly enough for it to be unnoticeable and quiet.

As soon as the movie ended, Neito put back his pants discreetly, (Y/N) only having to put back her panties that were pushed to the side. The 2B students went back to their dorms, but the blonde had already sneaked in the (h/c)-haired's dorm. The second the door was locked, (Y/N) hit his chest. ''Why the fuck are you like this ?'' However, Neito only giggled. ''Didn't you say you wanted to try cockwarming ?'' She groaned. ''Yes, but with me knowing it in advance and without that many people in the room !'' She said. But the only reaction the blonde gave her was to cup her cheeks with both hands, kissing her tenderly.

''It was worth the wait. I can't believe it remained hard the whole time !'' He exclaimed, actually chuckling at himself. He knew about cockwarming, but he didn't know it was actually working ! As the girl was about to say something back, Neito actually pushed her on the bed. ''I've copied Todoroki's quirk, we have 5 minutes.'' He said, already taking off the girl's panties and raising her skirt. She was caught off guard, but she wasn't going to complain.

Immediately, Neito turned his fingers very warm, and slipped them in the girl's entrance. She groaned briefly at the feeling since she was already stretched, but he changed the temperature and they became freezing. The fact that he did that without stopping pumping and twisting them made (Y/N) release a loud gasp before escaping a long moan. She straightened up at the sudden change, Neito starting to lick at her lower parts in the process. She was now sat, her hands holding the blanket while the blonde proceed to eat her out, his fingers pumping in synch.

As he was bringing her to her edge, she started to pull at his hair, him moaning in the process -he really loved hair-pulling- sending vibrations through her whole body. After her legs shook at the feeling of having freezing and then hot fingers pumping into her, along with Neito's tongue swirling on her clit -he was a loud mouth, but damn was he great with that mouth- the girl finally came, the blonde even lowering his tongue so he could have a taste.

When he finally pulled out and licked his own fingers, he started to take off his pants, despite his shirt was already gone. ''You taste so disgusting.'' He muttered. The girl only hummed as an answer, catching her breath as she was kneeling down, knowing what he was expecting. He tucked her collar, so she took off her shirt, understanding what he meant. ''Come taste yourself, (Y/N) ! You were so wet, it's still dripping from my cock.'' Neito said, pointing to some juices that were actually really dripping from his tip.

The girl only licked the tip for a bit, before taking the boy's cock in her mouth. She gave a few strokes with her hand at the part she couldn't reach -as she liked going further and further but making him wait for it- but she quickly pulled out, licking her lips. ''That's disgusting.'' She said, making Neito snort. ''Well, it's only your taste. I taste that all the time.'' He replied. (Y/N) has already taken him back during his sentence, but hearing that statement made her snort, pulling out once again.

''Oh, that sent some vibrations.'' The blonde said, actually giggling while he referred to the girl's laughter. She had opened her mouth, but she giggled once again. ''Oh my God, stop making me laugh, I can't focus !'' She said, her last words making the blonde giggle back at her. She gave his cock a few strokes before spitting on it, making the blonde make a curious sound. ''Are you still bitter that I spat in your throat last time ?'' He asked. However, as she had started to suck him again, she only hummed, sending some vibrations to the boy, making him shiver.

''I don't mind you spitting on it like that. Do whatever you want, Princess.'' He said, caressing her cheek but quickly moving his hand to pull at her hair, dragging her closer to him in the process. As he had made her cum quickly, (Y/N) didn't mind giving him the same treatment and taking him fully in her mouth, licking the vein he had at the underside of his cock. Feeling her flat tongue against it made him groan, leaning his head against the wall, looking at the ceiling. Well, until he closed his eyes.

Not wanting to cum that quickly, still, the blonde stopped the girl in her tracks, giggling when he saw her arch an eyebrow. He grabbed his cock, before slapping (Y/N)'s cheek with it, making her snort in the process. He slapped her cheek and jaw several times, laughing at himself while she just stared at him, smiling a bit that it amused him. ''Open your mouth.'' He said, forcing his tip of her lips, making her laugh and execute his order.

''Stick your tongue.'' Neito said, and she did. He wasn't even using a commanding tone, he was just talking casually, (Y/N) actually enjoying that they were actually having fun instead of insulting each other. He rubbed the tip of his cock against her tongue, adding some more saliva in the process. ''You're really focused on what you're doing.'' The girl said once he finally stopped. He giggled at her statement, before slapping her mouth -that she had opened again- and slipping his member in.

Once he felt his member twitch, he bent his head forward to look at the girl, and wrapped his free hand around her throat, as if to feel himself inside of her. She moaned faintly at the gesture, her neck being quite sensitive, and after face-fucking her for some minutes, the blonde came as well, feeling her swallowing his seed with his hand. When he let her release him, (Y/N) looked up to Neito with tearing eyes -he had been rough, after all.

She laid on the bed, trying to catch her breath, looking at Neito. ''I didn't even notice you had taken off your shirt.'' She said, almost whispering. ''I took it off as soon as we got here. Didn't you feel my skin against your thighs while I was eating you-'' she didn't let him finish, since she hummed, actually remembering that she did have noticed. Neito went to lay on top of her, resting on his forearms while looking at her, a cocky smile still on.

''Midoriya likes you.'' He said, as she started to brush her fingers against his abs. Surprisingly, he had some. ''No he doesn't.'' She replied, casually. ''He wouldn't be able to fuck you like this anyway. Your spots are actually difficult to find.'' He said, proud of himself. (Y/N) didn't know if they really were difficult to find, but she didn't point it out. ''Of course he wouldn't. He doesn't hate me.'' She replied, her fingers slowly getting lower and lower on the boy's body, knowing that they weren't done yet. She was actually tickling his lower abdomen.

''Good.'' Neito started, kissing her forehead before cupping her face with one hand, tightening his grip so her mouth would open. Then, he proceeded to spit in her mouth, once again, giggling when he saw her eyebrows twitch at the gesture. ''Cause I really love that you're my little slut only.'' He said, smiling when he let her close her mouth and swallow.

Then, he laid on his back next to her, pushing her hand away in the process. ''Now I'm lazy. Ride me. You do that great.'' Neito said, looking at the ceiling. He couldn't tell when he had started complimenting her, but he couldn't say he didn't like it. She sat on him and he pulled her down to kiss her, before smiling once he let her straighten back up.

this is my longest one shot ever, and it's a neito smut I am surprised but lowkey happy too????

MONOMA STANS COME GET YALL JUICE

retagging @heroprose cause neito stan

#bnha #mha #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #neito monoma #monoma neito #neito x reader #monoma x reader #neito monoma x reader #monoma neito x reader #smut #neito monoma smut #monoma smut #neito smut #monoma neito smut

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jiwonsssi · 5 years

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— differences, pt. 1

Plot: You are a dancer of his team and, as The Fanfiction's Rule prescribe, you find yourself falling in love with Jiwon. You found yourself falling for every little difference he has. You are heplessly gone. Or not?

Characters: Eun Jiwon/'You'

Warnings: swearing.

A/N: Take a note, this is important part of a story: the 'you' person is under 25-26. Someone older wouldn't probably fit entirely, but since you all are here for nsfw part, there it wouldn't matter ahah

- It's not okay to be that late, right? - you hear someone sitting down right next to you, sighing harshly. Oh how you understand that sigh, - It's already been an hour. I fed up with waiting.

- Are you going to be the one who would say that to him? - you laugh, leaning backwards and the guy near you humps something under his nose, shaking his head, - Thought so.

But the thing is, he is absolutely right. You so fed up with waiting. Eun Jiwon is hella late for dance practice and if this would be his first time doing so, it would be doubtly okay. But the fourth one is getting out of hand. Yet what can you do? Complain to his manager? Complain to Jiwon himself? Being late yourselves? Throw rocks at him, in the end? Nothing's gonna work. Because if he's late, he wanted to be late. You see it in his eyes everytime he apologizes.

Eun Jiwon is not sorry at all.

Somehow you even respect him for his honesty. Man needs to have a tremendous amount of bravery, nerves and talent to be that shameless. Must be tiring, after all.

- And, what are you doing on Friday evening? Perhaps you and Sungha might visit my birthday party. No presents, just bring alcohol and something to eat. So what?

You barely know him. For real. It must one of the first times you two even have a somewhat decent conversation? He's new to the team and in general not really a bad guy (who knows though), but there is something you just don't like about him. And his offer. If he's about to invite every one that he sees, it will be a dirty mess. It's not like you are "homegirl" kind of a person, but being stuckes in a small flat with tons of drunk people in the middle of nowhere is not quite your cup of tea.

- We'll come, - your thoughts on how to say "no" in the most polite way possible were interrupted by your boyfriend, who now stands at the other side of you, leaning to the huge mirror and nodding happily.

- Then party it is, - you answer, making it obvious for Sungha that your 'happy' smile isn't happy at all and murmur 'who likes to rest after the long week anyway' under your breath.

- What did you say?

There is no time to answer the question, because your eyes met a long awaited 'main star' who tries to pretend that everything is okay and he wasn't late for an hour, bowing slightly as part of saying hello. Indeed, shameless.

- What? Let's get to work, the sooner we start, the sooner we end, - throwing rocks at him doesn't seem like a bad idea anymore; and judging by people around' expressions, not only for you.

Actually you don't mind waiting. It's not like you need to endure cold weather, rain, snow, thirst or hunger; you just.. relax. You have everything around, you can eat and drink and chat with someone; just do whatever you want. You just love complaining, probably. And you badly afraid to miss your bus, among everything. It's all fun until you will have to go to your home in the middle of the night by your own feet.

The practice goes smoothly, as it should be. The pros of working with someone who has experience and desire to actually make a performance better are undeniable. Somehow you, dancers, yourselves, cause more problems than Eun Jiwon ever did since you started to train together. Might be because he moves as he likes to; he knows every move and you see it clearly, everybody does. Yet he brought something new in the way he works it; only for himself, in his own style. Nobody does it like him and you understood it perfectly through almost two weeks of practicing together.

Apart from being surprisingly (for you) gifted in dancing, he was the same surprisingly humble sunbae. It's not like you worked with a lot, but the amount of men who caught a star with their short lasting fame you have met amazes you every time.

So overall Eun Jiwon was someone who you never imagined to be a person that he is. Quite unusual, actually.

And the most unusual part in all this is that you were particularly staring at him for, well, more than two hours and he was absolutely aware of this fact. It's not like you were ashamed or felt an urge to blush whenever you have been catching an eye contact, it's just.. weird. Everyone will find it weird; even though you didn't really mean anything. He just happened to stay in your focus while you were occupied with thoughts and work. It's not like you need this practice anyway. As many of you, actually.

The only thing you care about now is that you are terribly missing the last bus. Maybe fifteen minutes ago you had a chance, but now when it's clear that you are going to use your feet while going home in the blistering cold after almost three hours of non-stop dancing and knowing that tomorrow you will need to wake up early, your mood is absolutely destroyed. And so when the practice is announced to be over, you try your best to put on the most pure and happy smile without making your shitty mood visible.

- Would you be able to walk me home? I missed my bus and the subway is closed at my station, please, - you can't persuade your boyfriend to do everything, it's obvious. But you know that he lives near by and doesn't really need to do anything tomorrow, so.. why not try? In the sweetest voice you could ever maintain, of course.

He is nice. He really is. You date him for a reason, in the end. He's just.. the feeling is never perfect when it comes to him.

- Uhm, I.. - Sungha touches his neck, avoiding eye contact and you sigh, letting go of his arm softly, - I'm really sorry.

- It's alright, I understand. I also have a lot to do in the morning, ugh, - he hugs you, placing soft kiss on your temple and then look you deadass in the eyes while telling the most stupid bullshit he could have ever said without any sign of shame.

- Nah, I don't actually, I just promised to go with guys to celebrate some shit and it's already late. I promised, I'm sorry, love, - he smiles and you know that he means no bad. He just.. doesn't understand. It's not his or his friends or your fault; he's just like that, no one can change that except him. And you are not here to teach him manners. Especially when you want to break at least his nose.

- Ok, have fun, - you pat on his shoulder, avoiding his lips with a frown and just turn around to leave.

The same shit was popping up for the the last few weeks and those reasons why you fell in love with him; you don't really remember any of them anymore.

You didn't turn around when he called you, just straight up to the door, trying to surpass the crushing sensation in your throat. No way you will cry because of someone who doesn't care; too many honors. It's just a very bad day. Everything at once and all this.. maybe calling an expensive as hell taxi is a great idea, after all. No money can buy you new nerves.

Shoving your belongings to the tote bag, you desperately try to calm yourself down, because God knows, it's the lowest you have ever been in months. Those days when a fall of a pen can cause a mental breakdown; you hate it. Probably everyone does. It just happened to be today. Not a big deal.

There is nothing more than a comfortable ride home and sleep you are dreaming about. Not even impenetrable ignorance of Sungha bothers you. You'll deal with it tomorrow. Now - a car and a bed.

Yet life is not that simple and we are not in a fanfiction. A taxi? In the middle of the night? Huh. Nonsense. The thing is, no one wants to take an order for such a short and therefore not so profitable ride. Nice. And here you are, standing in the middle of the street in a fucking bone breaking cold waiting for at least someone to accept your order. Thanks God you are at least under a roof of YG Ent entrance. Lights and security. If not cold, you would just sleep here. You will need to come tomorrow anyway.

- Hey, why are you still here? - you hear voice of a person with whom you doubtly want to talk. Eun Jiwon. If not his lateness, you might have been in your bed already. But here he is, standing not far away from you, looking around in the weirdest way possible, - Why aren't you going home? It's late.

- I missed my bus. Subway station where I live is closed. Taxi doesn't want me. Enough? - you didn't mean to sound rude. But you are physically can't make up needed politeness right know; not now, please.

- Yeah, - he's nodding, turning around to leave and, to be extremely honest, now it's pretty much impossible to suppress tears. His back when he has moved in the direction of parking is too much. But what can he do? He's, again, not guilty in not meeting your expectations. Thanks for asking, at least.

And you will not cry now. In your bed, alone - maybe; most probably. But here - no way.

You look at the screen of smartphone again to find absolute nothing. By feet then.

- It's not that far anyways, - you sigh, adjusting your bag on a shoulder when you see a car stopping in a distance and.. it's creepy. You are not a panicking type, but now situation smells like shit and if someone would try to pack you in their trunk, most probably, they would succeed. Even with YG's security. Even with cameras. And lightning everywhere. Not a panicking type, yeah.

But while you were occupied with thoughts on how you should attack them, you missed Eun Jiwon standing in front of the car. You notice him when he starts to speak and it's the third time you want to cry today; just the emotions right now are completely different.

- You are stuck here because of me. And I feel bad for sleeping too much, - Jiwon smiles, pursuing his lips a little and somehow you can't be angry with him. He's honest, it's written on his face, - So I want to ask you if it's okay if I drive you home? As an apology.

And now you see some parallels you never wanted to see. Because your beloved boyfriend is somewhere out there chilling with 'guys' and someone, who's not even slightly responsible for you, is here.

He knows what he did wrong; and Jiwon doesn't slip an empty 'sorry' into nowhere. He apologizes while thinking about what he actually did wrong and how to change that. Such a rare trait to witness.

- I don't think that it's..

- If I didn't want to do it, I wouldn't ask, - even in his smile, you see that he's serious about it. It's hard to say 'no' right now. For many reasons.

- Okay then, - it's not like you want to decline a Mercedes ride either, let's be honest. He nods, opening the door for you and muttering small 'thank you', you hop inside, holding your breath for no apparent reason.

It's not like it was your first time sitting in this type of car costs like your approximately two year's allowance, it's just a bit...weird. Yet so extremely comfortable.

Jiwon is quick to seat beside you, driving away quickly. He puts on the heater immediately and you feel your face melting. You might as well fall in love with this car.

- Drop me your address, - you are still pressing your bag to your chest trying to relax when you hear him and you proceed what he means for a moment. What a fucked up day, you feel like a fool all of a sudden and it's not even weird at this point.

- I don't have your number, - now he's feeling himself like a fool and you laugh, glancing at his expression. He manages to look mature and hilarious at the same time. Mocking his fakely irritated 'write it then', you sign his contact as 'Eun Jiwon' and it feels.. interesting.

You send him a location of your home and then watch as he puts it into GPS, clearly not having an idea where is it.

- Does it happen often? - just the moment you manage to relax, Jiwon pushes you out of your wondering of how good it smells without cheap leather odor and disgusting sweet car condition aroma. You think for a minute then nod slowly, because it actually does.

- Not so often, but still, - you steal a glance at him again. It's not like you can stare at anyone with your boyfriend still being your boyfriend, but today is a mess. And Jiwon is certainly a nice sight to look at, - I can go on my own, but I'm tired today. Plus it's hard to grab a taxi from there, plus, - you emphasize it, watching how sights outside the window are a lot more familiar now, - Hella expensive. I don't even know why. They think I shit with money if I am taking a cab from YG? Fucking nonsense.

Jiwon laughs through all your ted talk and it's so contagious, suddenly. You lean on a seat, laughing as well, feeling your cheeks ache a little. Funny how it's light around all of a sudden. Perhaps it's because you feel yourself so distant from all that stress that got into you today? Because Jiwon was able to come and just sort it out without asking. Well, he can't fix Sungha, but the more you think about it, the more you realise that there is nothing to be fixed. Nothing you are able to fix, probably.

So, apparently, Jiwon helped you even there.

- It's not that funny, actually, - you look at him again and you meet his eyes suddenly. You don't even want to say 'watch the road', because for no reasons you are able to trust him with your life and overall you value the fact that he is looking at you more than the fact that you can die. He was holding a gaze for a second and you already imagined imaginations. Sungha, boyfriend, still alive. Stop.

- You were hilarious though, like, - he's silent for a second while he looks for a place to park, - Like Lucy. She also gets furious randomly and sounds exactly like you did.

- You just compared me to your girlfriend? She wouldn't like that, - you laugh because it's really funny. Yet no one was ever sure if he's single or not. You never expected finding out in this circumstances.

- What? No, - he laughs louder, hiding his teeth with his palm and looks at you for a few seconds with those shiny eyes, giggling like a teenager and you can't see a forty years old man in him anymore, - She's my dog.

Did he just boldly compared you to his dog?

Forty years old man, yeah.

You inhale deeply, trying to surpass a laugh and poke a finger at him, silently making your point. Jiwon makes the cutest 'what are you going to do to me, huh?' face, pursing his lips like a five year old boy and.. And you really try your best to keep 'I'll end you' look on your face (Spoiler: you failed). Anyhow, you want to forgive him for this comparison simply because he wasn't sulky about you being totally impolite with him. No fragile masculinity detected.

- This changes everything! - you turn around, opening the door because he literally had just parked and you leave, making sure he understands that you are kidding with this fake offense little perfomance and that he's smiling, when you turned around to wave him before entering the building.

The thing is, when you come home, you are not tired anymore. By any means; if not your mother sleeping peacefully you would probably be loud and hyperactive. And since you need to cosplay a ninja right now, you just lay on your bed, watching the ceiling silently. Perfect ending for a fucked up day.

You hear your phone buzzing and what you didn't expect to see is a message from Jiwon. The day couldn't be any more perfect, but it managed.

You open a short video of little and immensely cute white dog tiny barking at watches that lay on a sofa, buzzing. You even replay it, to seek for the point when he sends another text.

'she got angry with them because they were making sounds'

- Guess it shouldn't have any meaning, right? - you tap a replay with short but excited: 'she's cute!!' and feel your throat clenching suddenly at his instant reply.

'that's why I told that you are just like her'

You are not going to say that you feel like a teenager from some manga slowly falling in love with the main character but that's exactly how you feel.

After adjusting your breathing to normal again, you choose to ignore that (to not to show how fucking excited his subtle complement made you) and text him how thankful you are for his ride and wish him and his furiously cute Lucy a good night. And after some other preparations, you, again, choosing to ignore your actual boyfriend who's trying to call and text you for a good hour already.

You will need to work with him for a month. It's not going to end well.

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enemies-turned-lovers!haechan

A/N: another attempt ladies and gentlemen, once again, it's shitty and my ask is open for more shitty writings! or if you wanna be friends come hit me up pls I don't bite :( anyways, I hope you like it~ 💌

it's not that big of a deal really

it was truly an accident, but it turned into a crazy myth

and you hate him for it

it all started with someone's rooftop party

birthday boy lee donghyuck decided to throw himself a pool party, on a rooftop

everyone's invited, except for mark because he's lame

just kidding

but are we?

anyways, hell everyone in your college is invited

haechan, his nickname, is pretty popular around school

not the jock kind of popular, he just.....knows a lot of people, and they know people, and it's a typical college party

where you bring a plus one and one plus one and suddenly the party equals a school prom or something

there's even a theme smh johnny the party planner

so you're friends with mark, and he's determined to show off to haechan that he's friends with that chemistry major genius he admires so much

totally didn't invite you just to get back at him nope

anyways, it's mean but you've never heard of haechan before, despite his seemingly large following on instagram

you didn't even know you guys attended the same college

it's not that you're a total homebody and never goes out to parties, you're just....not interested in their parties

and that's strike one, when you laughed in his face when he introduced himself as the "most popular guy in school"

in your defense, you thought it was self-depreciating humour

hyuck in return, wasn't as amused as you were, maybe in private he could've taken it better, but you just snorted at him in front of like, half of his friend circle

he's not pissed, he's just ashamed?

because he talks about you so much renjun literally can't take it anymore

it's like, he knows so much about you, your birthday and cafes you like(from your social media)

heck he even knows who's the bitch you're referring to in your subtweet

it's veronica from chem class 3

but also, you don't even know he exists

fast forward and skipping through his slight, maybe a bit bigger heartache,

he's lying down and just chilling on a hammock, away from you because his ego needs to take a break from that hit

he'd by the pool with the dreamies, half of them, renjun, jaemin and jeno in the pool and jisung and chenle next to him sharing a hammock

this is what was meant by an accident, you just wanted to get to the fruit bar, when ten, this lanky dude bumps into you from nowhere, and by accident

you bump into haechan

splash splash

his balance isn't the only thing he lost when he fell face flat into the pool

apparently chenle's laugh grabbed everyone's attention, and when the one and one is put together, hyuck became the school's laughing stock for a month

his glare at your dumbfounded state was anything but forgiving

that wasn't even the end of things

this sounds like it's made up, because no one can have such bad luck, ever, in one single day

but there goes hyuck, breaking beliefs left and right

you approached him and tried to apologise for basically ruining his day

he didn't actually know what to do, because he honestly wasn't mad at you, he was mad at the situation

you can throw him into the pool 3000 times and he'd say I love you 3000

yes, he might have a minor crush on you

but he's also super embarrassed, this was supposed to be his big day, and you're here

he wants to show you the best side of him

but that doesn't translate well onto his face

he......doesn't even know what he looked like at that moment, he was just stunned

but you must've thought he was growing mad because you further apologized, and your hand motions grew more frantic

and there you go, ssstrrriiiikke three

it was by accident

but you knocked over his refreshment, yes, the one he was trying to calm himself down with from the embarrassment

it could've been worse right, the glass could've hit someone

and you should've hoped so, because then they wouldn't be sober to call the police and have the party cancelled

this, including the series of embarrassing events that happened at haechan's party became the talk of the whole campus

and more than anything you dreaded it

it painted you in a bad light, and was giving you more attention than you ever fancied

what you didn't know was how much it bugged haechan too

he's been trying to get the dreamies to shut up about it, but even if he did, the whole school was chattering about you

he thought he would've gotten the short end of the stick, seeing how he was the laughing matter at his own party

but the jokes quickly turned sour when someone started the speculation of why it happened

and it sounded crazy to him

because why would there be a why? it was an accident, and yes maybe he did feel his face get a bit red and his blood level rise

but you explained that it was complete accidents, there was no malicious intention, or intention of any kind

idiots on campus starting saying that you had a crush on haechan, but you wanted to stand out, so you did all those things on purpose to get him to notice you

it's a total lie, and hyuck has to debunk it before it gets to everyone, but he doesn't know how

this time, it was he who accidentally started something up, and it went a little like this:

"hey haechan do they like you?"

"what? no it's a myth"

he said that, in the spur of a moment, because you liking him back would be a myth only he wishes would be true

but guess which idiots got the wrong idea? the geniuses of spreading misinformation

and said misinformation spread like wild fire, deeming you a bad omen, and especially to haechan

it dealt more damage to your reputation than to you mentality

because if you were a bad omen, the first person you would be cursing is yourself, for bringing all this shit upon yourself

but also, to haechan, because you found out weeks later that he actually said it himself

you can't be more annoyed

you clearly explained to him how it all happened and that it was an accident

you even went to testify with him to prove it was an accident

how could he, knowing all this, sit still and accuse you of being a bad omen??? a bad luck charm????

not to sound dramatic, but he basically ruined your campus life, even the newcomers know of your story

back to hyuck

he's panicking, almost everyday when he has to pass by your class

he feels so guilty even though he basically didn't do anything wrong

he tried to hush down the rumours and even told some people off who were just shittalking you in the hall

like, what does you wearing that sweater have anything to do with this???

he's lost like a puppy, he wishes he had the courage to just walk up to you and come clean, and he has tried!! but he chickens out every time

and after that one time you shot him a vicious glare at the cafeteria, it was clear he wasn't high on your favourite's list and he just lose hope in trying to make amends with you

and that brings us back to present day, where it has been three months since the incident, and a new batch of freshman have flooded the school

hyuck wasn't feeling like having lunch today so he opts for a walk around the campus park, where he spots you and he's bout to run away again

when he hears some bigshot chicks calling you names

yes, still calling people names in college smh

he can't take this behaviour, because you're right there, without earshot

and he just knows they're being mean to get on your nerves

so there goes lee donghyuck, stomping over to the girls and telling them off

"oh, you wanna call people names now? well I have a lot of suggestions for you, mainly inspired by you,"

you can hear everything, because the argument got pretty ugly from there, and everyone just got excused into the counsellor room, where they're told to not be childish and have petty little fights on the school campus bla bla blah

and you know, because you silently followed after them and stood outside to eavesdrop

what else were you supposed to do when haechan, who supposedly started this whole nonsense up was defending you?

so you wait outside until they're done and you call out his name, relishing a bit in the way his whole body halts to an abrupt stop at the sound of your voice

you guys go somewhere more private, and not in front of the counsellor's office because dude no one's trying to get in there again

and you deadpan him for an explanation, because-

"yes, it's what you deserve, I know,"

"well then why did you spread lies about me??"

his eyes goes wide when he's accused, head shaking and promises he never intended to

"it's an accident, I swear. someone just asked if you liked me and I thought, what the hell? that would be a dream to like, like even if someone told me I would say it's a myth because why would you like me back, you know? like I like you but it's impossib-"

"literally shut up for a second,"

you don't mean to sound like that, but he's babbling a lot and you can't get the point, and when you ask him to repeat, his face flushes a bright pink

"I like you, and someone said you like me, and I think it's a myth, and I said it, and this happened. I'm sorry. the end."

taken aback is an understatement

but you literally walk a few steps away from him, just to clear out your mind and think

because this whole time you thought he hated you for embarrassing him at his how party when in fact he explains

that he's just embarrassed to see you because you saw him being embarrassing and that he feels guilty?

it takes you a while, but eventually, you guys sit down properly and talk it out

and you quickly find out why he's so popular, because he's a joy to hangout with, skip the parts where he mercilessly roasts you

you two grow closer by each day, spending free times together and haechan or hyuck, as he lets you call him, even walks you to your classes

the whole campus is dumbfounded, because not only is haechan walking perfectly find beside you, he's smiling and not in pain, even when he has his arms around your shoulder

it takes him a month to finally confess(because he's still a chicken), but you guys finally get together and the whole school's mind is blown

and every rumour about you is debunked immediately, and you guys are deemed the school's next power couple

"what a turn of events huh, my lucky charm?"

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