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carnivalcarriondiscarded · 9 months

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Please tell me more about your human welcome home au 👀

!! gladly!!

i don't remember what i said in the first - and like... only lmao - post about it so if i restate some things! fuckign oopsie! (a lot of this is just Barnaby &/or Wally asbdjasj im sorry) also this got! so fucking long!

~ (im gonna talk about their middle/highschool years a lot so keep in mind the time frame is late 90s / early 2000s. they graduate high in either 2006/2007. so. yk. obvious warning for homophobia, transphobia, etc)

fun lil thing no.1)

so Barnaby & Wally briefly meet for the first time in the summer before 7th grade. the town Barnaby grows up & goes to school in isn't tiny, but it's not huge either. - i don't have a very good frame of reference for how many students are typically in a school, bc in both my middle/high there was at least nearly 2k of us. - so we'll just say it's smaller than that - a respectable, normal size, however many students that is. but Barnaby's school rarely, if ever, got any new kids.

so Wally randomly appeared on the edge of the Beagle farm one day, staring directly at Barnaby from across the fields. before Barnaby could go say hi, Wally vanished - but! on the first day of 7th grade, they wound up sharing a class. ofc within the day Wally was known as not only the new kid, but a weird kid at that. for the first week he sat next to a kid who had zeroed in on that and was an ass about it. Barnaby - already having an established rep as class clown & also widely well-liked by his peers - would try to stand up for Wally (from across the room) whenever that kid was being a dick to Walls in front of the class

by the end of that first week, seating arrangements were shifted, and Barnaby was seated next to Wally for the first semester instead. ofc the moment Barnaby sat down, he tried to strike up conversation and cracked a killer joke. and Wally, as we all know, doesn't laugh. he doesn't even blink! it rattles Barnaby to his core - not everyone laughs at his jokes, but there's always some kind of reaction!

class begins before Barnaby can be like "hey that. that was a joke. you're supposed to laugh". the whole hour all he can think about is the strange new kid next to him Who Didn't React To Barnaby's Joke. when the bell rings, Barnaby lingers as Wally (very slowly) packs up to go to his next class and walks him there. on the way he explains the joke, and Wally does the whole "oh. ha ha." thing. this all makes Barnaby very late to his next class (he's usually very punctual and never late - he doesn't want to disappoint his mama!) but for once he does not care.

Barnaby has been struck with this soul-deep need to get a genuine reaction out of Wally. he needs to make that guy actually laugh. it's all he can think about. he seeks Wally out for lunch, tries to find him after school (can't), looks for him in the halls. and to be clear! this is all very platonic! well, ok, these two kinda muddle the line BUT they have no romantic interest in each other. Barnaby just... really wants to be the new kid's friend. he wants to make him laugh. it's a friendship crush! platonic yearning! an inescapable desire to please & be accepted! he wants Wally's approval so so badly!

basically, Barnaby says "you're the weirdest person i've ever met (affectionate, intrigued, entranced)" and Wally replies "thank you (proud)"

fun lil thing no.2)

in my mind, Barnaby was a small kid. he was one of those kids who seemed like they were either gonna stay short, or just barely reach average height. he got his main growth spurt when he was like.... 16. it was very sudden. he lived the classic trope of "teen gets way taller over the summer and startles everyone on the first day of school". im talkin he goes from around 5'7 to 6'3. shoots right up like bamboo! and he's still not full height yet! mf is gonna cap out at 6'6!

on the flip side, Howdy was always just. so tall. he was that kid who towered over his peers from the start! ofc he got teased relentlessly for it (along with the transatlantic accent he started talking w/ at a young age and refuses to stop - among other eccentricities), but yk. he already got constant comments from his huge family about it, so he grew a thick skin pretty early on.

Poppy, on the other hand - the last of the three giants - had it worse than both of them! she wasn't outright taller than Howdy, and didn't have a sudden growth spurt like Barnaby, but steadily grew over the years until she was the tallest teen in town. this hit her hard bc not only did it draw unwanted attention to her & make her a target, but it made her dysphoria way worse (Poppy doesn't realize she's trans until highschool, and then doesnt medically transition until her early 20s)

but! once she started getting super tall, Howdy essentially glued himself to her a la "we tall guys gotta stick together!" a classic 'extrovert adopts introvert' thing. Poppy had no say in the matter.

fun lil thing no.3)

everyone's family sucks - except for Barnaby's, Howdy's, and Eddie's. well, mostly Eddie's. in my head they meant well but just... didn't really see the harm they were doing to him. he never spoke up, and they never saw him deeper than surface level.

but Frank's family? horrible. eugh. he was the school's "out gay kid" - not of his own choice! his peers picked up on it because it was very obvious. then the teachers heard, and let his parents know because of course they did, etc etc. Frank's home life was already shitty, and then getting outed (without any real proof or confirmation) made it a hundred times worse. he was a pretty depressed teen (emo Frank lets go) with mild anger issues & a habit for picking fights. but anyway on his eighteenth birthday he packed up his essentials into a backpack, escaped out the back, and never returned.

and Julie's siblings were alright, but their parents and grandparents were all very ~traditional~. it wasn't as rough as Frank's - it was more of a neglectful, passive-aggressive "you're all disappointments' household. ex: Jonesy was known as the local pothead & dealer, and his parents essentially pretend he's not part of the family despite him living in their basement. Bea had a bad (untrue) reputation, Franny was the goth weirdo who people blamed for their problems, etc. and then Julie was always different from "normal girls", and so her parents chalked her up as a mistake as well. but hey! at least the sibs were in it together! and the parents didn't care if Frank stayed over!

Poppy's family was great up until her parents caught her trying on a skirt Sally had made for her. it was a horrible, terrible downhill slide from there. they forced her to join the basketball team, made her keep her door open at all times, etc. for a while she couldn't even see her friends, though eventually they started sneaking in through her window & passing her notes in class. messaging in a 'secret' chatroom yk how it is. Poppy never directly stood up to her parents (very understandable & valid) but she rebelled in small ways. lying about having an after-school thing so that she could be with her friends, convincing her parents to let her go to a study group when in reality she'd be having a girls' night with Sally & Julie & Julie's sisters @ the Beagle farm.

Sally's family was similar to Julie's in that they were more lukewarm towards her than outright abusive. they thought she was too loud, too flamboyant, too expensive, too obvious, pretty much too everything. they wanted her to be normal - Sally wanted to stand on the roof and wax (loud) poetic about damsels. she wasn't outright bullied for being gay like Frank was, but it was certainly a common rumor that she was a lesbian. as a result, most of the girls at school wanted nothing to do with her, and the guys loved to provide commentary on the subject. her parents tried their best to ignore that truth and acted like she was totally straight. sure. still, Sally always refused to compromise on who she was, and treated it all like a mild annoyance. totally didn't hurt her at all. yep. (sarcasm)

there isn't anything known about Wally's family. not even Barnaby knows about them. the group tossed theories around (amongst themselves) over the years - was he an orphan? foster kid? was his family / home life so horrific that he doesn't want anyone to know? all they know is that he became an emancipated minor as young as legally possible and started living in Home, his (admittedly very spacious & high quality) RV. and they didn't even know about that until their junior year except for Frank

on the other side of the coin!

Ms. Beagle was the friend group's favorite adult growing up. the Beagle Farm was a common refuge & hangout spot for them, and Ms. Beagle let all of Barnaby's strange & delightful little friends know that there's always a guest room open for them, should they ever need it. and as a respected member of the community (and provider for the best chicken eggs in town), anyone who tried to speak up against the kids was Immediately shut the fuck down. Ms. Beagle took no shit. if people were talking ill about that "group of depraved teenage fuckups" and Ms. Beagle turned the corner, all conversation would cease until she was well out of earshot. she likes to say that she has 6 kids, all of whom she loves dearly and is very proud of <3

Howdy's family is too damn big to care. not in a neglectful way, just in a "oh, you're friends with... who was it again? Franz? invite him over to dinner someti- STOP PUNCHING YOUR BROTHER-" there's too much chaos, too many things to keep track of to care if Howdy's friends are gay, or trans, or absolutely fucking bizarre. they'll blend right in! Howdy could bring them over for dinner without telling his family and none of them would blink twice! Howdy mentioned that his friends have bad home lives Once and his parents immediately insisted that he bring them over for next week's thanksgiving so that they don't have to deal with that during what should be a holiday. thus began the All Six Of Us + Ms. Beagle + Franny/Bea/Jonesy Attend The Pillar Family Thanksgiving. its incredibly chaotic every time. there's so many fucking people. they're too busy fighting for survival (bread rolls) to bother with manners or awkwardness. every time they leave feeling like they fought a war. none of the friend group has missed a single year.

fun thing no.idontremember!

Wally & Barnaby have had three fights. each are catastrophic and threatened to tear the friend group apart. because those two are closer than anyone - they are each others person. they would both rather chug rat poison than willingly hurt each other. and while Barnaby - a pretty easygoing guy - can get riled up, Wally... really can't. he's never angry. even things that Should make him angry only make him confused or sad. he's too kind, too earnest, a bit of a pushover. he'll just take it with a smile.

so when Wally stands his ground, they all know shit is going tf down. code red, everyone brace. and if he stands his ground against Barnaby? pack a fucking go-bag and ditch town until the storm blows over.

the first time was when Barnaby found out that Wally lives in a damn RV. Wally got weirdly defensive about it, Barnaby was upset that Wally never even told him but somehow Frank knew (he had a bad night & couldn't go home, Julie was unavailable, and Wally found him and took him to the RV for the night) & that Wally is living alone in an RV at all, etc etc - it was a huge fight. & it just kept getting worse. when Barnaby tried to get Wally to move to the farm - that was the first time he's ever heard Wally snap at anyone, let alone him. and since the friend group is fully established at this point, and they're all hopelessly entangled in each others' lives, it affects all of them. sides have to be chosen - there is no neutral party on this. Wally ended up vanishing for a week without a word, and his RV vanished from where it had been parked thus far. the group was in shambles. when Wally turned back up, he actively avoided them all. it took Barnaby tracking down the rv and not leaving until Wally talked to him to have a conversation and fix things. but hey! the disaster actually helped them get even closer!

the second fight was when Barnaby had to go back to the Beagle Farm for their second year of community (Ms. Beagle had a minor accident and needed his help running the farm). Wally wanted to drop out too & go with him, and it turned into a big deal of Barnaby trying to get him to stay while Wally gets unusually pushy & upset about it. the fight wasn't nearly as bad as the RV one, and was more just sad/distressing, but it was still a fight. they parted on less than stellar terms, which they both felt horrible about. Wally has to go through the last year of community alone - he hasn't been alone in many years at this point, and since they met he's never been without Barnaby.

the third fight comes many years later, and this one is the worst. the friend group has all graduated university(those that attended), they're living in the same town, Barnaby & Wally (technically) share a house, Eddie is part of the group now. once again, its over everyone's favorite RV, Home. Home is very old at this point - Wally has had it for around 15 years, and he didn't get it new, and it's been through a lot. Wally is still half living in it, even though it's starting to fall apart. Barnaby brings up the notion that maybe it's time to send the old thing off to a dump, or find a way to put it in storage. they can't keep up the upkeep. it's time to say goodbye to it. Wally flips his fucking lid - or his version of it, anyway. because, uh. no. absolutely fucking not. it's already a very touchy subject, and emotions rise fast. Wally initially shuts down the conversation immediately. over the next week or so, few weeks maybe, tension between Barnaby & Wally simmers. the entire friend group is holding their breath. Barnaby wants the RV gone, as sad as he is about it. Wally won't allow it. of course they reach a breaking point - Barnaby pulls the "i own the property its parked on" card, Wally threatens to leave. of course that scares Barnaby, but that fear mixes with the anger and he fully yells at Wally for the first time. and then Wally shoves him. or tries to - it does nothing physically, but emotionally? it immediately drains all anger from the situation. Wally has never purposefully raised a hand against anyone ever, for any reason. and yet he tried to shove Barnaby. Wally immediately turns tail and runs - he locks himself in the RV, and Barnaby goes to Howdy's.

at Howdy's, Wally calls Barnaby. at first Barnaby jumps at the chance to apologize and try to work something out, but then he recognizes the background noise - Wally is driving Home somewhere. that RV is absolutely not fucking safe to drive anymore. the conversation immediately derails and goes from 0 to 100 within a second. Howdy is off to the side nervously sipping at his beer as Barnaby argues w/ Wally. the phone call abruptly cuts off, Barnaby says "the little bastard hung up on me" and starts Ranting. he says things he doesn't mean, obviously, and Howdy is trying to get him to chill tf out. he's just too angry/scared/hurt/worried yk?

but don't worry Barnaby! Wally didn't hang up on you! yeah so a while later (a little over an hour i think), Barnaby gets a call! it's from the town hospital! yeah so he's Wally's emergency contact, and apparently Wally "hanging up on him" was actually Wally getting into a horrendous accident. it wasn't his fault! there was a drunk driver! but it's... bad. the drunk driver had died in the crash, and since it was night and no one was around, help was a long time coming for Wally. its a miracle that someone found him & called an ambulance in time! so Barnaby realizes that the whole time he was talking shit & being angry, his best friend was slowly dying in a ditch somewhere, alone and in pain. and that's a whole thing!

time for some fun "facts"!

the first time Eddie went over to Frank's place, he immediately fainted when Frank turned the lights on & Eddie saw that he was surrounded by pet tanks filled with Very Large Bugs. then he fainted again when Frank removed the tarantula from its tank to clean said tank.

Wally & Barnaby's cat is named Welcome! she's usually small & pitch black with a permanently bristled tail! she's actually Barnaby's - he found her in a park as a kitten, and her unnerving stare reminded him of Wally so he took her home. Wally would like a dog! Barnaby would not! the cat is their only pet and will remain their only pet, no compromise. Wally retaliated by gluing googly eyes & dog ears onto a rock he found, then painting it. its name is Barnaby. Barnaby has beef w/ it a la Elmo & Rocco when Wally isn't looking

one time, during a group trip to the annual Pillar Family Thanksgiving, the gang stopped at a cabin-themed diner. Sally gasped at stopped Barnaby at the door "We must leave - you can't eat here". when everyone asked why, she pointed at a decorative sign on the wall: Don't Feed The Bears. it instantly became a smash hit inside joke that sometimes backfires (like that one time they go camping and Barnaby acts like he can't open the bear-proof dumpsters & locks & coolers). Howdy once got a "dont feed the bears" sign to put up in the store's diner section as a joke, but as soon as Barnaby saw it he left and refused to come back until Howdy took it down. he'd stand outside the store window and gaze at Howdy from afar w/ the biggest, saddest puppy eyes. it was incredibly effective

speaking of Howdy's store! they all built it together! Howdy managed to get his hands on an abandoned shell of an old building, and they all refurbished/renovated it! they all had the collective skills to get it done. Wally helped draw up blueprints & directed the color-scheme / painting portion, Sally and Barnaby used their carpentry skills, etc.

when Eddie "reconnects" with everyone, he feels like he's going insane. 'cause he keeps running into people who are familiar enough that it bothers him, but he just can't place where they're from (most if not all of them look very different from the last time he saw them in highschool). it drives him nuts! and then he meets Wally and Wally's like "oh! Eddie! it's you!" and Eddie's all "uh... how did you know myna- OH MY GOD IT'S YOU". he has a small crisis because he's over that time in his life, he's in a much better place, he's grown as a person. then he realizes that it's not just Wally but the entire fucking friend group he agonized over wanting to befriend for years and years. the group that (unintentionally) made him feel completely alone and like he was living a lie. and he keeps. running. into them. so Eddie, who just moved to this town, starts looking at mail carrier opportunities elsewhere bc he is Not doing this again - only for Julie to show up and drag him to a friend group function. because they all got together and went "oh, you caught up w/ Eddie too?? so we're in agreement? great! he's ours now! Julie, go get him". and then they accidentally break Eddie's wrist in a zealous game of soccer-baseball-corntoss & from then on won't leave him alone <3

Wally keeps his hair consistently dyed a rich royal blue - even his eyebrows! he continuously touches it up so his roots are never showing! Barnaby keeps his hair dyed blue in solidarity, but to a lesser extent - his roots show, and he doesn't dye his eyebrows or his sideburns/beard

on that vein, Wally has a very extensive hair-care routine he does every morning. he straightens his natural curls out, manipulates his hair into that absurd swirl, and hairsprays it to death. & gels down everything else. shit's Airtight. then at night he has an equally elaborate routine of washing the hairspray/gel out, treating his hair with high quality shampoos/conditioner/oils, and blowdrying it with impeccable technique to keep it Healthy

continuing on that vein - one time Barnaby was makin' breakfast when he heard a crash from upstairs. he sprinted to go see if Wally was alright, but Wally had locked the bathroom door and refused to open up. after Barnaby convinced him to, the door opened to reveal a very miserable Wally still in his towel. his hair was green. "the bottle said dye-safe', he said. the bottle lied. he wore hats for a while.

ok im gonna stop here! this is an absurd amount! i got carried away!

#this au is.... fun #its uh? speculative in a way?#im holding the neighbors in a tightly clenched fist and asking #'how can i keep you all as accurate as possible in this wildly different setting with completely different life experiences'#'how can i apply human life to you all and still keep you in character w/ lives Believable to your character'#its fun. its interesting. in a way its an exploration & dissection of their characters #rambles from the bog #wh modern human au #i.. enjoy it #its interesting to imagine and think about an consider!#how can i keep them the same and how can i Not while staying faithful!#i hope im succeeding!#sorry for the absurdly long post!!!!#this is over 3k words of wordspill!#actually no im not sorry! i hope you enjoy(ed)!

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callmerainman · 7 months

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𝐒𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐈𝐧𝐭𝐨 𝐘𝐨𝐮 | 𝐑𝐞𝐢𝐠𝐞𝐧 𝐀𝐫𝐚𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐚 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐑𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

fandom. Mob Psycho 100 by ONE

plot. Reigen is left speechless when you, his part-time employee, aspiring model and high school best friend, ask him to be your boyfriend for a night. Your one night relationship may be fake, but your feelings are not. The problem sparks when you want Reigen to look at you the same way you looked at him, from high school until now.

word count. 3,810k

prompts. fem!Reader, fluff, fake dating, drunk Reigen Arataka, awkwardness, realization of feelings, wedding party, slow dancing, not actually unrequited love, childhood crush, childhood friends, reader is a photo model, oblivious Reigen Arataka

"Please, pretend to be my boyfriend!"

Reigen's eyes widen in the fraction of a second and his jaw drops to the floor. When you, his co-worker, entered the office asking for a favour he didn't expect a twist of this kind. One of his hands clenches around the arm of his spinning chair.

"What?!"

Your face starts to burn from the embarrassment. You were so nervous that you forgot that you needed to at least explain your request.

"I-it's not a long term thing! I need it just for one night" you mumbled between your lips.

Reigen's body seems to melt. The fist around the chair relaxes. A puzzled expression extends on his face.

"Just for one night?" he asks. You can tell that he's still nervous by his leg bouncing under the desk.

"Y-yeah" you stutter "okay, I'll make it short. One of my friends at the modeling agency will get married. I'll probably be the only one without a partner and you know how it always goes, especially when you are a 28 year old woman. All my other colleagues will be there to ask me why I'm still single and when I'm going to settle with a family. I can't stand this stupid classism anymore and if you could pretend to be my boyfriend at the party it would be great".

Reigen pulls the neck of his white shirt, he feels hot "Yeah, I don't think I ever went to a party without people asking me why I don't have a wife and kids yet. But do you think I'll be a plausible partner for a, you know...photo model?"

You take a breath "Arataka, what I'm about to say will be cruel but you are taller than average, slim and blond, a modeling agency will accept you without the shadow of a doubt"

Reigen snaps his fingers and points at you with his index "Good point"

Still refusing to look at him in the eyes, you try a rather shy smile "So...is it a yes or no?"

The light pink colour of Reigen's cheeks darkens a bit, but he doesn't break his posture. Clearing his throat, he says "Alright, not a problem for me. When will the wedding be?"

"Next Saturday night"

"Good, I don't have any plans"

Obviously he didn't have any. Pretending to be the boyfriend of his co-worker wasn't his typical night either, but he didn't have nothing to lose. You, on the other hand, smile.

"Alright then"

There's a small, nervous laugh between you two that echoes in the air. Nervous, not embarassed. It's the same innocence of two kids, and the same awkwardness of two teenagers at a drive-in date. There's nothing more stupid and beautiful.

The night of the party, Reigen comes to pick you up. You open the door for him, almost hesitantly. He really wants to comment the beauty of the (f/c) dress that tightens around your body. Instead, he decides to swallow that impulse and just asks you to go. You nod your head and you follow him to his car, holding the hem of your dress to not drag it on the floor.

"You look good in that suit" you say, smiling behind him.

He stops for a second, surprised. Then, he adjusts his tie knot even if there's no need to.

"Thanks" he slurs in a low tone.

As you extend your hand to open the door of the passenger seat, you see Reigen's moving faster and doing it for you. The gesture amuses and flatters you. Your mind goes to the American movies you loved, the ones where guys show up in front of the girls' doors to accompany them to prom. Inside the car, there's a moment of contemplation, silent, beautiful and maybe one sided. It was probably just all yours. But you really liked Reigen, the same way you liked him in high school when he didn't look at you the way you did. Maybe he's not even looking at you now, but you're still happy just to do it yourself. You like the black suit he's wearing and the way his always nervous hands wrap around the steering wheel as he drives. And you like his frown because it's obvious that he's not used to drive and he's nervous. You even like the small drop of sweat that is threatening to fall from the base of his freshly cleaned blond hair, because Reigen is a man that sweats and not just a little. He's a pretty man to contemplate and you liked doing so.

At the party, you and Reigen are at the last course of the dinner. Cleaning crumbs of cake off the corner of his mouth, Reigen talks to you.

"You know, we could have brought Mob with us"

You raise a very doubious brow "And why?"

"We could have pretended that he's our kid, to make this more convincing"

"Are you insane? Number one, a child outside of marriage for these people would be way worse than being single at my age. Number two, Mob's too grown up. And number three, he doesn't look like us at all! People will think that I had an affair with another man"

"But you have to admit that Mob could totally pass as a 9 year old"

"Reigen, no”

"Alright, alright"

Reigen plunges inside the white chair he was sitting on. He puts his hands in the pockets of his black pants. He looks around himself with the corners of his eyes. Although it's a party mainly maid for upper-middle class people, it's not too glamour. The restaurant is elegant but not pretentious. The backyard, full of blooming spring flowers, is occupied by round tables and chairs covered in pristine fabrics. The tabletoppers are also weirdly sober for a wedding. A lot of fairy lights light up the garden, snaking around trees or resting on top of bushes, some of them imitate constellations on top of the guests heads. The bride and the groom can't take their eyes off of eachother. A small, minuscule smile. peaks from Reigen's face, but he suppresses it quickly. For an instant, Reigen looks at you as you poke the rest of your cake in the plate. You liked it, but you eat painfully slow. Your (f/c) eyes seem like they are analyzing every spot of cream, every colour of the piece of cake. The make up you have on highlights your face, and the soft lights in the garden touch you with delicacy. Even if you are not saying a word to each other, Reigen would have felt really lonely if you were at a table with anybody else but him.

"(Y/N)!"

A really tall and bulk man gets close to your table. With his right arm, he holds a woman by her waist. She is breathtakingly beautiful. She waves at you with her hand and a smile, which you reciprocate by doing the same.

"Komatsu, good to see you" you smile.

Reigen seems a little bit embarrassed as he presses his lips together, his gaze flashing between you and the man.

"Who is this handsome man and why am I meeting him just now?" the other man asks, smiling fully.

You straighten your posture, as if you were trying to give yourself a tone "This is my boyfriend, Reigen"

Reigen takes his hand out of his pocket and offers it to Komatsu. He smiles and gestures with his head "Reigen Arataka, pleasure to meet you"

He also introduces himself to the girl who escorts Komatsu, who squeezes his hand with elegance.

"Reigen, Komatsu is the creative director at my modeling agency. He organizes a lot of my photoshoots and marketing campaigns"

For a second, you've got this feeling that Reigen doesn't really know what to say and that he just feels like nodding his head. However, a second after, he makes a theatrical expression, as if he just remembered something that had been on the tip of his tongue the whole time. He snaps a finger in the air.

"So it's thanks to you if that giant billboard sign of (Y/N) posing for Dolce and Mobbana appeared in Seasoning City?" he asks.

Komatsu's expression lights up "That's right!" he replies.

"Great decision" Reigen says, grinning.

"Yeah, and Dolce and Mobbana's director couldn't say no to a shoot as beautiful as (Y/N)'s! Arataka- I can call you Arataka right? -why don't you come with me to take a drink at the bar? I think you know a whole lot about business!"

Without even waiting for Reigen to respond, Komatsu already has the brightest and most ecstatic smile, so shiny and positive that it was difficult to refuse. Even someone like Reigen, unmovable, is overwhelmed by it. However, before taking any decision, Reigen turns around to look at you. You giggle and nod towards Komatsu, inviting your playdate to go with him.

"Sure, let's get something to drink" Reigen answers.

He turns around to look at you one last time before getting up.

"Ehrm...I'll be back in a minute, darling.

You see his hand hesitate for a second. Then, Reigen caresses your back for a quick instant, and you feel his rough but pleasing touch on your exposed skin. An inevitable shiver runs through your spine. You look at him walking away next to Komatsu, his hands shoved inside his pants pockets again. You always thought that he was attractive, even in his sketchy grey suit and pink tie, but right now Reigen feels new and different. Your pupils can't help but dilate as you watch him holding a drink in his hand, a cigarette between his middle and index finger with the filter touching the glass. Sometimes he would stop gesticulating wildly with his free hand to take the cigarette and put it between his lips, taking long drags of tobacco. Reigen always does these facial expressions that manifested all his self-confidence that marked his persona, even while talking to Komatsu.

"You like him"

You turn around in a flash, your eyes wide open. The woman who stood by Komatsu before smiles slyly.

"Yuko!" that was the other woman's name "what are you even saying?"

She just keeps smiling cunningly, then she sits down on the chair that was previously destined to Reigen.

"(Y/N), c'mon"

"O-of course I like him, he's my boyfriend"

Your face burns everywhere, you don't even know where to look and your face darts everywhere rather than on Yuko's stare.

"That's not your boyfriend, honey"

Yuko always had that look on her face. Elegant, malicious, beautiful. Yuko is Komatsu's wife, your photomodel colleague at the agency, and your closest friend in Seasoning City. She has been recently initiated to the runway world, so she made enough money to not have to look for a part time job. Yuko it's undoubtedly the most beautiful model at the agency, even tonight. Her black dress mixes with her long, sinuous black hair that plung into the fabric. Even though her hypnotic beauty kinda intimidates you sometimes, you answer back.

"And what makes you think such an absurdity?"

"Because you would have told me that you got a boyfriend. Plus, everytime we meet up you can't stop blabbering about your boss at your second job, you couldn't have another man. Tell me, is he your boss?"

Your eyes spread wide again and your jaw drops a little in surprise. Yuko, without effort, uncovered your plan. She's a hundred steps ahead of you and you sigh.

"Yes, he's my boss"

Yuko throws her head back and starts laughing. You cover your face behind your hands from shame.

"(Y/N), you got your boss to pretend to be your boyfriend. You're a badass!"

Your hands slide from your face, still burning. You scroll your shoulders.

"Our relationship is not that professional"

"You sleep together?"

"Yuko!"

"It's a serious question!"

You sigh as you feel the pressure of Yuko's expectancy on you, she always loses her composure when it comes to her friends' romantic relationships.

"We were childhood friends"

"Tell me more"

You swallow, nervous. But then you remembered that everything that happened between you and Reigen is real and that maybe it was worth to tell. It's not a secret to keep with jealousy.

"We were best friends in high school, literally inseparable. And I loved him. I'm not choosing my words just for the sake of it, I really loved him"

Now you glance at Reigen at the opposite side of the party, hand-gesturing and talking excitedly with Komatsu. Always with that self-confident smile, you feel like you're back to your high school self, always looking at him longingly from the other side of the class.

"But I wasn't reciprocated, this is for sure. Reigen talked to me about other girls, and I talked to him about other boys and all the confessions I received, maybe to kick back in some way. I ended up feeling so bad, and after graduating I left the city. Both for work possibilities and because I couldn't stand not being his in that way. We tried to keep contact but it was useless, we drifted away from eachother for 10 years. Then we met again when I moved back here and now he's my boss"

Yuko never stopped looking at your face when you were speaking. The delicacy you had when you confessed that you have loved Reigen, your regret when you said that you lost contact, and your relief for meeting again in the world. She smiles, this time not wittingly but calm and confident.

"(Y/N), answer the question from befo-"

"Yes, I like him"

Reigen, from the other side, turns around and looks at you for a second. He reciprocates your smile before returning to his conversation with Komatsu.

"I thought I wouldn't have fallen in love once again but I still like him"

Yuko looks at Reigen along with you, even though nobody could ever look at him like you do.

"Of course, you can't stop eating him up with your eyes"

You answer with a resigned sigh and a comforting smile. Reigen, in the distance, keeps changing facial expression every two seconds, excessively like he always does. He always knows what to say, how to say it.

"I think I understand you" Yuko says, resting her head in the palm of her hand "he's really hot, in a pathetic way"

"Oh yeah, he is"

Even Komatsu is extroverted and charismatic, really attractive and persuasive even. But there's an abyss between him and Reigen, in the way they do things. Reigen is exaggerated and a dream-chaser.

Suddenly, the lights at the party get dimmer. The guests look at each other in confusion when the music stops. Then, the DJ announces the slow dances. A sweet and calm music spreads in the garden as couples form. Reigen interrupts his conversation to look at you. His face is sort of saying "what now?", as if you were supposed to do something about that slow dance. Then, he looks away. Yuko is impatient and yanks you by your arm, away from the table.

"Yuko, what are you doing?!" you yelp, following her quickly to the other side of the celebration.

"Just come with me" she says abruptly.

You reach Reigen and Komatsu. They look at you curiosly before Yuko lets you go. You feel a strong embarrassment, especially when Yuko gives you a little but firm push towards Reigen.

"C'mon lovebirds, why don't you go for a dance?!" she asks, smiling from side to side.

You look at her with shocked eyes, Reigen straightens his posture as if he was alarmed. You see his adam's apple running down as he gulps.

"Uh, I don't know..." you mutter "I'm not a good dancer"

"Me neither" Reigen agrees.

"Ugh, who cares! It's a slow dance, nobody does them properly. C'mon! Otherwise what kind of couple would you be?"

Yuko pushes you once again towards Reigen, just enough to make him jump a little in surprise. You start sweating cold as you try to find the words to get yourself out of this situation. However, a hand opens in front of you. Maybe it's a little sweaty, and unsure, but Reigen extended it just for you. You look at him in the eyes, he's really sure, just a little embarrassed. You take his hand. Yuko smirks, satisfied. You follow Reigen in the middle of the garden, his back moving under the black jacket as he guides you. You're hypnotized, and you feel his hand shaking under your fingers even though he's trying too look composed.

He straightens himself "Ehm...can I?"

You look down and see now both of his hands open towards you "Yes" you say, smiling.

Reigen nods and puts his hands on your hips. You feel every single one of his fingers tightening delicately around your flesh, it's perfect. Reigen looks at his hands and your hips, his hands on the red dress you're wearing. You cross your arms around his neck. A shiver goes down Reigen's spine as his skin touches yours. You look at eachother in the eyes, at that eye contact you start slowly swinging from side to side. You clear your throat.

"So..." you say, now avoiding his look, he's doing the same "what did you talk about with Komatsu?"

Reigen shrugs his shoulders, moving your arms too and making your bracelets tingle "I think he likes me, he offered to make an ad campaign for me"

"Really? For Spirits and Such?"

"No, for the fake agency in which I told him I am a salaryman for"

Your eyebrows frown, you are perplexed. Now you're looking at him, but he's looking at the ground with a weird, melancholic smile.

"Reigen" you say.

He's still not looking at you. You move forward, just a little and still dancing. Feeling you closer, he finally moves his gaze upwards.

"Why did you lie?" you ask.

"I don't want to talk about my job too much. If someone finds out that I'm a con artist you would get involved and I don't want to"

You shake your head "That's not like you"

Reigen chuckles, ironic "What? Lying? That's exactly like me"

"No" you insist "it's all this lack of confidence"

"Explain yourself"

"We all are insecure sometimes, but there's no need to pretend to be someone else"

"Isn't that what I always do?" he asks you, he's looking at you dead serious "pretending to be someone that I'm not? You're the only one that knows that I have no psychic powers, and only because you were my friend long before I started this act. In another life I would have lied to you too"

You shrug your shoulders. Then, you tilt your head a bit and smile, calm "You're the greatest Psychic of the 21st Century. You wrote it in your ads and on the sign in front of your office. You really are, by now. So there's no need to hide, not as long as you make your clients happy. You may have no psychic powers and you may be a liar, but you never did any harm. I think that's enough to be a good person"

You and Reigen, since you were in middle and high school, had this private language. Hermeneutic, intimate. You lost it as the years passed by, because Reigen didn't look at you the way you wanted him to. But now it's back. It's all in the way he's searching through your eyes, and you're searching through his.

Reigen is looking at you, his mouth half-open. He had already realized that you were the prettiest that evening, no matter how many beautiful women filled the party. The dim lights spread across your face and light up your eyes. Reigen remembers the way you looked at him in high school, with the same glow in your irises, the same smile. His heart starts pumping in his chest and he feels his cheeks heating. Reigen thinks about how you never judged him, not even when you entered his office by accident after so many years without eachother. Not even when he confirmed that he was, as you thought, a con artist with no psychic powers. You never took him for granted, or thought that he should be less self confident. His breathing gets heavier imperceptibly. He feels every inch of your skin making contact with his, he's afraid of burning you. You were always like this, he's realizing it just now. Always so beautiful, so kind with him even though he thought that he didn't deserve it. You were always unconditionally by his side both in middle and high school, and you didn't hesitate to come back to him when you met again. Now you are dancing with him, swinging slowly as if you were scared of breaking an invisible balance between the two of you. Reigen didn't tell you about what Komatsu said to him just some seconds before you and Yuko came along.

"It's clear by the way you talk about her that you're really in love, Arataka"

Reigen didn't make anything up about you two, he just talked about what went through between you two during your lives, and what he genuinely thought about you not necessarily as a fake girlfriend, but as a person. He's still looking at you as you smile to him.

Yes, I really do love her.

Some lemon sours after, you decide to drive in order to take Reigen back to his apartment, keeping his car for a night. You had told the bartender to not put even a drop of alcohol in those cocktails, but nonetheless Reigen still launched himself in the front seat of his car with a drunken laugh. He immediately started snoring loudly. At red lights, you look at him to make sure that he's okay, sometimes even taking some time off the green lights because there was nobody on the streets at night and he's so pretty under Seasoning City's night lights. You arrive at your destination and stop the car in front of his apartment.

Reigen opens his eyes by himself, squeezing them so much that it hurts.

"Here we are, I'll take this home with me" you say, patting the steering wheel "take the bus tomorrow morning, okay?"

Reigen nods.

"Thanks" he says, mumbling "by the way, you were really pretty tonight, I'm sorry I didn't tell you before"

You see your pupils dilate in the reflection of the rearview mirror "Thanks"

"No, no" Reigen replies, stretching his back "thank you for the ride"

Before getting off the car, Reigen looks at you with the full awareness that he's in love with you. He smiles and gets back into his apartment.

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cookiesupplier · 3 months

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A Friend Down In Hell - Part Seven

pairing: Nick Folio x ofc (Ishtar)

warnings/tropes: slow burn, pining, idiot in love, language, drinking, mentions of violence, mentions of torture, mentions of religious mythology. (potentially more to be added)

summary: Folio can't quite tell you how long he's been dead, but it doesn't matter when he has friends like his, and Ishtar. Ishtar, with whom he fell in love the moment he met her. The problem? She doesn't know it. How does he convince a demon, who is practically immortal, to date him when he's dead? How did Ellie do it so easily?

author’s note: Unbetaed.. Enjoy!

tags: @spicywhenspeaking @tearfallpixie @cncohshit @nyxthedestroyerofworlds @lyschko666 @bngurngheart @lacktoesandtoddlerants @sorrowsofsilence @collapsedglasshouses @vinyardmauro @dsireland86 @4rtificialfolio @emmmm127 @badomensls @agravemisstake @sunsshinesunny

Tag lists are open, please let me know if you'd like to be added to this story, the Hell-Verse as a whole, or Everything

Okay, so there was a part of Ellie that might have felt a little bad for leading Ishtar astray about her purposes for inviting her out for lunch, and why she wanted to spend time with her.. But truthfully, if she was right about this, and she hit it off with Folio as much as she thought the other woman would.. They had been friendly in that bar for years. Don’t tell her it was just her job to be nice to her customers there, either, Ellie had seen that woman gave the guys there what for when they went too far. If she didn’t at least think Folio was okay, she wouldn’t talk to him nearly as much as she did. Right? At least, that was Ellie’s theory. She hoped that by the end of today, she would know either way whether she was right or not, and she’d hopefully have made a new friend out of her lunch with Ishtar if she was lucky!

So, she had set out her bowls of ingredients that she had chopped and prepared that Ishtar might prefer for toppings on her pizza, and prepared the pizza bases on the trays. It wasn’t the first time that she’d made pizzas in her oven, while it was easier to order delivers, and faster, there was something that so much fun about making them herself. The night she’d sat there with Folio and Jolly weeks ago, messing around and trying to do that whole, throw the dough up into the air, spinning it around and ended with it splat on their face.. Well.. Folio had insisted on doing that. Jolly and Ellie had been the ones that were trying to spread it out with their hands and a rolling pin..

In the end, they all agreed it was easier to go with pre flattened pizza bases, they did discover you could stretch them out a little to get a nice bit of crust on the edge, Ellie liked that. Not always perfect, but she liked it. Now that everything was set out, she glanced at the clock on the wall, Ishtar should be here soon, so it was perfect timing, washing her hands, she cleaned herself up and made sure everything was sorted ready for when she did get here. Sure enough, just as she was done, there was a knock at the door, going over, she opened up and smiled brightly as she let her in.. while on one hand, it might seem strange to have a demon in her apartment that actually preferred to keep to her more demonic form instead of shifting to a human visage like the boys did.. The fact that she was so much taller than her anyway? Definitely normal anyway.

Who wasn’t taller than Ellie in her life.

For damn’s sake, she wasn’t short, she was pretty average okay, or at least she thought she was, her boyfriend was just a bloody demon giant.. Who needed to be that tall anyway? At least to her, just unnecessary, get down to her level already.. But moving on.

“Come on in, I’ve got lunch all set up, we can have some fun, make them up and chat while they are cooking!”

Grinning wide,

“Sounds good to me.”

Stepping aside as Ishtar came in.. oh she envied how gorgeous she looked. Sure she knew those tattoos were natural, but that just made them even more enviable to Ellie, because the amount of money she’d have to spend to get even those simple flowering vines all along her limbs, and they looked so delicate.. Feminine and badass without being in your face.

After closing the door behind Ishtar when she entered her apartment, she started leading her towards the kitchen, where all the food was set out and ready to be assembled. Ellie had already decided she wasn’t going to continue to keep leading Ishtar completely astray all day, if they were going to be friends, she wanted to be upfront and honest about this.

“So.. I have a bit of a confession to make here.. I hope you don’t hate me, but I might have had an ulterior motive for inviting you out for lunch.”

As she got to the end of the end of the island counter that she had set everything out on, she turned on her, half wincing as she looked towards Ishtar, hoping wasn’t about to hate her for this. Ishtar was looking down at her with her arms crossed in front of her, her expression wasn’t expectant, waiting, with a raised eyebrow, fair enough,

“Folio.. He.. is probably going to kill me for saying it out right, because he has been trying so hard to be covert the whole time and not blatant and all that.. Don’t ask it’s this whole thing for him,”

Was that almost a chuckle from her,

“But he has this thing for you, and he’d been trying to get you to ask him out. My theory is, you don’t date guys through work, but he didn’t exactly want to stalk you to ask, so-”

“You’d do it for him?”

Laughing slightly,

“Something like that, yeah.”

Ishtar smiled,

“How much hot water am I in?”

Ellie watched the demoness as she tilted her head slightly to the side, appearing to study her for a moment,

“It’s been years since he walked into the bar, years..”

“Yep.”

“And he hasn’t asked me, not once.”

“Nope.”

“Why?”

Laughing again,

“How about, we put these pizzas together, stick them into the oven, pour some wine, and I’ll explain it to you while they’re cooking..

“Good, because I don’t think I’m going to be able to understand this on an empty stomach.”

So that was how they were sitting on Ellie’s couch half an hour later, with their pizza trays on the table, wine glasses in hand, and laughing a little tipsy..

“Barfly?”

Ishtar couldn’t help but ask? Oh boy, she couldn’t even say that everything that Ellie had told her was all that surprising, it certainly made perfect sense for that happy guy that had made so many nights so much better for her at the bar.

“Sweet Legions of Hell. No offence Ellie, but I will never quite understand when humans get stuck in their way of thinking and try to apply it to everything here, thought, he has been out in the thick of living here only five years.. Now Tony has been at it a few decades and is well stuck in the trenches.”

Sipping at her wine. Shaking her head but holding up her hand as she swallowed,

“Forget I mentioned him please, I don’t want to ruin this amazing day, this is too much fun. So Folio.. I think he’s delightful, and you’re spot on, I would never date anyone from work.. but the boy doesn’t take a hint.. You want to know how many times I’ve tried to sprinkle bread crumbs about where I like to go out, clubs or movies or…”

Listening to Ellie giggle made her smile,

“I think that is more of a group problem than just a Folio problem, they are very set in their ways. You want them to do something different; you have to pry it from them with a crow bar. But you have an in, five years of that boy simping over you. We can make a random meeting happen.. But just promise me something… make him work for it.. So hard…”

Grinning brightly, reaching for the other women’s hand, her grin smaller and a lot cooler to the touch than Ishtar’s, but she didn’t mind at all.

“Deal.”

“So, tell me about you, aside from Folio’s little spiels about how amazing you are-”

“Oh wow,”

“And that you obviously have decent taste in men, because, Folio, obviously. I don’t know much about you..”

“Well, what would you like to know?”

Looking over to the other women, Ellie did make her curious, she didn’t have any human friends, aside from Folio, she was going to count him now, she was, because this was tipping the scale, especially if he made a move, he better make a move going to all this trouble to arrange a ‘random meeting’ with Elle. He had one chance, otherwise she was going to pin him down and show him a completely different version of swatting a barfly as Ellie as said he put it, one that she wouldn’t do to anyone else.

“Folio said you were named after your mom?”

“Yea, she’s not in Hell though, she’s from Heaven.”

“Wait.. wait.. There’s a Heaven.. I thought this was just the Afterlife?” Ishtar laughed softly,

“It is, but there is more than one, different parts of the Afterlife if you want to be more specific. My mother is a Goddess that resides in a more, angelic part of the afterlife.”

“Oh, so we aren’t so well off here as everyone thinks..”

“Mmm don’t be fooled, I wouldn’t pick anywhere over here, Hell all the way, Heaven might have its perks, but Hell has more personality for me.”

Ellie laughed,

“I’m sure it does.. But.. how are you a demon, and your mom is a goddess?”

“Ah, yes, well, I take after my father, who is from Hell.”

“Mmmhmm mmhmm now I’m going to need that story, a demon from hell and a goddess from heaven, sounds about as likely as a dead soul and a demon lord, though at least we’re both in hell right now.”

Ishtar smiled swirling her wine glass slightly, thinking about the story that her parents told her, both from their unique perspectives, the story that she’d learned of from different places too, the humans even had their own version of it in their religion.

“There is a Sumerian legend, about Queen Inanna, a Mesopotamian goddess and her descent to the underworld, Inanna being another name for my mother. During this the process of the tale, she stripped, beaten, and flayed, and her corpse hung on the wall before the process of her rescue, the tale details her rescue from the underworld.”

Smiling softly, remembering her father talking about his side of the story here, looking upon her corpse on the wall while working in the palace.

“My father many a time has told me wondrous things as I grew up, he would tell me just how beautiful she was, even as nothing but a corpse on the wall, and that no matter the beauty of the world, it is what inside us that counts. He knows, because he sees it inside her, she is always, at most beautiful and outshines all around her.” Sipping at her wine, that was her father, even now, he always spoke such wonders of her mother even when she was nothing but a corpse on a wall.

“When I was born, he decided that even if I was a demon, that I had her inner light, her inner beauty, so of course I would have her name, so, I am Ishtar, my mother’s daughter.”

“That is, amazing.”

“Oh, it got better, by the time she was returned to life and rescued, upon her return to heaven, while man of those she loved were weeping for her return, her husband,”

“Oh no, she was married?”

“He wasn’t, didn’t even blink and eye.”

“Oh that bastard! Tell me he got what was coming to him, please!”

“Well that leads into a different story, but I will say, he was called Chad.”

The pointed look said it all and Ishtar smiled, seeing that Ellie got what she was saying when she sat up straighter instantly,

“A CHAD? In heaven? You’re kidding? No way.. That is just so typical.. Your poor mom being married to him. Well, I’m glad she met your dad then, meant she met someone that was willing to worship her like the worthy goddess she is.”

Ellie grinned and raised her glass,

“Let’s drink to that even!”

Oh, she was definitely tipsy, but it wasn’t like Ellie was going to have to drive anywhere for Ishtar wasn’t worried about it, and they had already finished the bottle, this was their last glass, so they were good. Ishtar raised her glass with Ellie, and they clinked them together with a laugh, all smiles. She liked her, even if she’d originally invited her around on behalf of Folio, she liked that kind of loyalty, and then she was also willing to throw herself under the bus right away for her friend. That took guts, she could have lied through her teeth and pretended she didn’t know a thing and just set her up, but she didn’t, just straight out told her the truth. She respected that.

Dividers by @saradika-graphics

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solazu1 · 2 months

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More questions cause I took a nap and came back with some.

Are there other angels that have wings that are functional? Is Jay the odd one out as per usual or is it common?!?

(Are all angels bird themed? And are their wings?)

This isn't so much a question as I silly thought, do you think he's opened his second eyes instead of the first ones when he first wakes up? Or both? Cause idk I just see Tim looking over and there is a bleary Jay with not his normal eyes open.

THE FEATHERS!! Are they other bird feathers? Do Angels and well Jay mainly need help getting the casing/shell off? Usually birds do it themselves but if they can't they have friends and other birds as far as I've seen. (Or in cases of pets, they have owners help if they're trusting).

Onto Tim, How did he hide his mythicalness from the orderlies and nurses and doctors of the sort while in the Mental hospital? Did he? Cause you show him wearing really baggy jeans to hide his legs and boots and such. Like unlike Jay he can't put a sort of mask on.

Does shaving his horns down? Or does it only hurt once it hits that one spot like nerves and blood supply and such?

He's got big ears, does that mean he can hear Jay more easily? And to further that. (Do you think Jays heartbeat is different then a normal human?) You wrote in the notes he's terrible at pretending to be human.

I'm sorry if some of these aren't answerable or don't make sense, they came to me through sleep deprived naps.

(Last silly question, can we use your art for backgrounds? Like a home screen on our phone or the desktop?)

so excited to answer all these questions ^_^!!!! Big ass explanation post incoming!

So firstly, angels having non-functional wings are very common and there aren't any documated “supernatural” cases where angels have actually flown. An unusually short angel may be able to glide or hover up to a taller ledge like how some Galliformes do. An Angel’s wings are mostly there for display! To attract or repel and for communication.

Jay is, as usual, the odd one out though. Many angels are more light than feathes so when light passes through them the most you can see is their face, wings, bones, and whatever part of them are also feather. Jay is unfortunately way more feathered than the average angel, of whom actually don't have that much coverage on them besides wings and face. Also, most angels have a very ethereal appearance too them, they naturally walk with grace and elegance and have bird-like mannerisms while Jay is awkwardly lanky, clumsy, and unnerving. He does still carry the bird-like mannerisms though.

For the second question he wakes up sometimes with he second eyes, yeah 💀. It is a bit unnerving especially when Tim didn't even know the marks on his face were eyes on his human form.

On the question of maintenance and preening for Jay’s feathers and other angels. Angels, again, usually don't have as many feathers as Jay does and the most help they need is with their wings on the back. Jay struggles reaching his back, his nape, and his wings. It's only a little extra hassle but he's figured that using a brush or back scratcher is the best alternative he has since he doesn't visit his family that often and he can't really expose his forms to his friends. Besides, he's never been at that level of bonding and/or intimacy with someone to let them help preen him!! Alex was a close contender but yk, that didn't go anywhere so really the only people he trusts are his family. (Tim eventually does get permission to help out and touch his feathers but that's for a short while before entry 72). Also some angels resemble real birds while others may appear as a combination of some, others don't even look like they're belonging to a particular species especially in wing type. They're all very naturally colored though ^_^!

Tim is a long explanation because well, the hospitals knew about his whole mythical-ness. His mother was a satyr too but she was really good at hiding it and taught him how to hide it too. It wasn't that hard since his horns hadnt grown in and his ears weren't too big but he still had the issue of the slender sickness. It got so bad the school took notice and she had to admit him (not that she minded, she wasn't the best mother). It didn't take long at all for him to be discovered a satyr and since then he has been in and out of the mental hospital, going back and forth between medical universities for observation, tests, research, and then back to the mental hospital for his “condition”. They weren't really sure what to do about it and once the original facility he resided in burned down he was returned to his mother's care (with medication now obv) and placed in high school. After his freshman year, his horns started to grow and he went from wearing hats occasionally to wearing hats all the time.

Shaving his horns down doesn't hurt him unless he shaves it too far down, then it’ll start to bleed. He spends a shitton of time filing them down though cause its pretty hard to shave them with a nail filer.

He does have significantly better hearing than everyone around him so despite Jay being pretty quiet when he enters a room, Tim can almost always hear him. With the addition to that question Jay does in fact have an irregular heartbeat. It's way too fast sometimes and way too slow other times and if it's too fast then Tim can hear it, he gets concerned for the guy a lot.

Whoop and for the last question, yes!! You can use my art for wallpapers and/or background ^_^!!

#marble hornets #marble hornets au #jay merrick marble hornets #tim wright marble hornets #alex kralie marble hornets #big ass rant #sol rambles #sol rants #oooooohohoho if anyone asks about werewolves I'll go crazy for this au bc I have a LOT to say about those guys and a lot of lore to go with

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tagged by @illithidactivities

Name: Velrith. No surname as of yet (& that's not some hint at any future matrimonial plans--finding a first name she felt comfortable taking on was already a feat in itself) but if it ever becomes an issue, she can address it at that time. She hasn't yet arrived at that bridge, though, and can't really forsee it being a problem any time soon.

Nickname(s): None, really. Technically, you could probably file Astarion's rolodex of endearments under this category, but she always had the impression those were more a result of his pre-existing speech patterns. (They were also very helpful in her nameless interim--Darling and Dearest sound much kinder than Hey, you there or Paladin.) She likes to her the petnames, though. They're mostly sweet, barring the Bhaal-themed variety she's expressed open disdain for ("If this is your attempt at reassurance and comfort, it's failing. Painfully so."). She likes the ones with a slight possessive ring to them--my love, my sweet, etc. It's an active reminder that she's still being chosen, despite her baggage.

As of now, she's never been given a nickname, and it's to her understanding that you aren't supposed to give yourself one--they come from your friends. She doesn't expect this, mostly because her chosen name is already on the short side with two syllables, but if anyone ever did decide to give her one, she would be genuinely touched by the gesture. Seemingly meaningless or "normal" acts of affection are things she can't help but take seriously, after all.

Pronouns: She/Her, but more in the sense that she accepts the designation by strangers & never actually put more thought into it past that. if pressed, she would probably admit to not feeling any particular kinship with masculinity, despite not really meeting the definition for feminine on paper either.

Star Sign: Whatever the in-universe equivalent of Capricorn sun/Virgo moon/Cancer rising is. Pragmatic, methodical outer shell, , perceptive, soft & sensitive inside.

Height: Average-ish at around 5"6. People tend to read her as taller thanks to a combination of horns and the most rigidly perfect posture the Sword Coast as ever seen.

Orientation: Again, not something she's put much thought into. Based on behaviours, she's likely demiromantic with a generally open attitude towards sex.

Race: Levistus Tiefling Bhaalspawn

Romancing: Astarion. You know those couples that have the vibe of "thank god you two found each other because neither of you should break containment into the general public"? Yeah. Turns out, there's a lot of compatibility to be found in someone else who is also deeply, deeply fucking weird. (Note: neither party is actually aware of the extent of this, and that's important to the emotional ecosystem.)

Fave Fruit: Pomegranates. This isn't a hidden symbolism thing, she just... really loves them. They're not too sweet, the seeds are pleasingly compact, and it's a pretty colour on top of everything. The first time she had pomegranate seeds, it was in Baldur's Gate. They were pre-opened and already in a bowl, which is the ideal way to enjoy a pomegranate. The second time was her attempt at opening the fruit itself, which is usually an ordeal at the best of times. She got at the seeds eventually, but not after looking like she'd witnessed a small massacre first.

(The third attempt featured a guest appearance by an agitated Astarion, who, despite scarcely thinking of her as a friend at the time, did not have the patience or self-control to sit quietly and watch someone be that terrible at opening a fruit. Armed with a knife & righteous irritation, the pomegranate was flayed open into a star-shape and dropped back into her hand before she could say anything. This was not an act of kindness; if he had to watch her perform the same hack job on it again, he was going to start throwing things.)

Fave Season: Winter. They're all nice, of course--she enjoys being outside in any seasonally pleasant weather--but the Levistus bloodline tend to fare well in the cooler temperatures. She can happily doze off under a gentle dusting of snow, if so inclined.

Fave Flower: Bleeding heart flowers. They're so wonderfully delicate, and she's fascinated by their intricate shape. She also thinks they smell just as beautiful as they look. She's also fond of fox gloves, heliotropes, & larkspur.

Fave Scent: She loves clean smells, like fresh sheets or soap. Ocean air can have its pleasant notes. The scent of caramel or toffee can often be enticing enough to make her enter a bakery she wasn't planning to stop at.

Coffee, Tea, or Hot Chocolate: Peppermint tea is her favourite. Another recent, delightful discovery. Most teas aren't strong enough unless she over-steeps them, and that can sometimes make them too bitter, but the peppermint can counteract this (in her mind). She doesn't add anything else to the cup. It was the first thing she asked for after rejecting Bhaal, and oftentimes if she's been drinking earlier in the night.

(Now, if someone were to introduce her to peppermint hot chocolate, she might just find herself unable to choose which was the ultimate favourite.)

Average Sleep Hours: Post-worming, pre-heritage revelation, maybe two hours a night if she wasn't worried about the sleep-murdering or that wretched little creature calling himself her Butler haunting her consciousness. She was absolutely not doing well at this time but carried it as best as she could, and would at least allow herself something similar to a trance if real sleep was off the table. After rejecting Bhaal and ridding herself of Sceleritas (she's unsure which was actually the bigger victory here), she averages out to a more normal 6-7 hours.

(That first week after was the outlier, though. Velrith had no idea over-sleeping was a thing, or that her body would feel so bad after finally getting some desperately needed rest. By far, that was the most disorienting week in her recalled memory.)

Dogs or Cats: Scratch and the Owlbear baby have her heart, but she would probably love a cat too. Truthfully, Velrith has the capacity to enjoy all types of animals equally. There's something comforting about the presence of something four-legged and soft bedside her, who seems to understand her emotions without words (or even judgment).

She's not killing the spiders in the bathroom, she's getting a cup & paper and gently releasing them in the yard.

Dream Trip: Possibly cheating, but anywhere is an answer that works here. So far, her working memory is limited to the Sword Coast & Baldur's Gate. Those places are fine, really, but she's keen to see literally anywhere else if for no other reason than to say she's done it. Besides, how else can she verify if the disgust some of the public seems to feel towards Baldur's Gate is justified?

Amount of Blankets: She's either wrapped under enough blankets to match her own body weight, or nothing at all. As she's come to discover, she seems to crave sensations that exist as some sort of extreme. She's happy at either end of the spectrum, but probably won't be particularly comfortable under just one comforter. (Note: it's possible to replicate the effect of a tiefling's weight in blankets using the body of One (1) vampire. Unlike the blankets, however, he tends to move around more than a quilt, so mileage may vary.)

RandomFact(s):

Her hair is insanely long, thick, & very healthy, the soft white tresses hitting somewhere near her waist when loose. She didn't actually realize this could be a point of vanity until Haelryne (yes, yes, dual protagonist AU) teasingly expressed envy after catching her taking her braid out. Consequently, she discovered how pleasant it could be to allow someone else to brush & play with it. She's slightly self-conscious of this at first, but there's something pretty healing about experiencing your first 'girls nights' with people who seem genuinely excited to have you around.

Her threshold for registering pain is pretty high, and even when she's injured, she's typically pretty calm (life-threatening injuries notwithstanding). She's able to make herself sit for things like stitches or the resetting of bones, expressions of discomfort usually coming out in slight grimaces. There have been multiple occasions where she's alerted someone to needing help with a very even-toned "Oh, I'm bleeding," only for them to turn around & see her holding a cloth up to a wound that's absolutely gushing & would be an understandable cause for panic in literally anyone else.

If she's going to take a bath, it's either on the cusp of a boil, or there's a literal sheet of ice on the water surface. As you can imagine, the number of 'romantic couple's baths' she's partaken in is small.

She rarely raises her voice. "Soft-spoken" seems to imply a level of quiet, or a certain pitch that don't really apply to her (the closest comparison I would make is Katheryn Winnick as Lagertha in Vikings), but it's probably the most applicable shorthand term. While she doesn't typically have a lot of tonal expression, she speaks with a certain melodic quality that's actually fairly soothing if you listen. Of course, she's really only known to speak for extended bouts if she's genuinely comfortable, so it might be some time before you pick up on this. She'd make a wonderful singer, if she was ever so inclined (she will not be).

Her body temperature tends to run a bit lower than most people. Touching her doesn't feel uncomfortable, if anything she's pleasantly cool, especially if you're on the warmer side.

tagging: @ineed-to-sleep, @mybookswerealltome, @champagne-pain, @ysali

#baldur's gate 3 #bg3 #bg3 durge #durge #oc tag #velrith #you just Know astarion was disappointed as hell when she was like 'would you care to join me in the bath' & walked in on something that #looked like you could cook a lobster in it. (she was being thoughtful & didnt make it cold so like. she tried lmfao.)

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xaeethebaee · 1 year

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Shuji x Shortcake

Minors DNI! Mature audiences ONLY!

After over a decade, you reunited with your childhood best friend Shuji Hanma after moving back to Japan. Things seem great however the more you've spent time with him, the more you learn about the dark activities he has been into since you last saw him.

Warnings! Violence, mentions of murder, smoking, Hanma being a giant intimidating doofus, and strong sexual content. More warnings will be added for individual chapters.

This fic contains both fluff and smut in addition to some dark content (Hanma is in a gang after all).

Word Count: 3.1k

A/n: This is my very first fanfic for Tokyo Revengers. Also, I am still not fully caught up with the manga; therefore, some of the characters may be a little ooc. Lastly, italic means it is a flashback.

Also also: This is my first official post on Tumblr, and I am still trying to figure out how to navigate it.

Chapter ONE

It was a fateful day at the park when you were seven years old. A downpour has just passed through the area, allowing for the sun to emerge from the darkened clouds. Intrigued by the wet surroundings, you decided to go to the local park to play on the swing set. That was when a complete stranger approached you from behind. The stranger with short black and blonde hair was the same age as you albeit he was taller than the average seven-year-old kid. Once he is within arms reach, he grabs a handful of mud from the ground.

"Hey!"

The strange kid called for you as you swung by your lonesome. Your attention was then directed at him, turning your face and noticing a shit-eating grin adorning his.

"Who are you?" You asked him, curious and a bit unnerved by his presence.

Upon hearing your question, the boy's grin grew wider and mischief and excitement filled his golden eyes.

"Hanma Shuji! Wanna watch me eat this mud?!"

His response caused a look of disgust to plague your face.

"That is gross!" You shrieked at him. "Don't do that!"

"Too late!"

The kid named Hanma ignored your protests before shoving the handful of mud into his mouth.

"Ewww!" You cry out.

Hanma finishes his earthly meal and then he opens his mouth to show you. You only slightly gag at his gross actions; however, you nonetheless found yourself being charmed by the tall boy.

Almost immediately, Hanma doubled over, vomiting out the mud. Some of the contents nearly getting on you. Instead of running away, you find yourself rubbing Hanma's back as he vomits out the mud he previously ate.

"I told you that was gross." You scold.

"Hell yes, but it was still cool!"

Hanma gleefully smiled despite green flushing his cheeks. You let out giggles seeing his happy state before you promptly agree with his statement.

"Pretty cool actually."

"Yay! We should be friends!" He offers right before he once again doubles over to vomit.

You only watched with half disgust and half intrigue while the tall boy hacks out the rest of the eaten mud. Soon enough, he turns back to you and that was when he noticed a gold necklace around your neck.

"That's a nice necklace!" He compliments, wiping the back of his hand over his mouth.

"Thanks." You respond. "My name is L/n Y/n by the way."

Excited, Hanma just smiled.

"Awesome! Then we should be friends!"

"Yes. We should." Came your soft reply, happy that you've made your very first friend.

From that day forward, you two were inseparable. Even though you went to a different school than him, he still found a way to meet up with you and you two would walk together while holding hands, eventually arriving at the same park. Hanma often pushed you on the swings, you two slid down the slide together, and your absolute favorite was leaning on Hanma as you sat on top of the monkey bars, watching the beautiful Tokyo sky. Soon enough, it became apparent that Hanma was more than just your best friend. He became your protector.

"LET GO OF ME!"

You screamed at a delinquent kid who had you cornered as he grabbed at your hair. He only laughs at your terrified form while he notices the gold piece of jewelry hanging around your neck.

"That's a cute necklace. Mind if I take it?"

"NO!"

Your feeble arms try pushing the much bigger kid away from you but to no avail. He only grabs the necklace roughly before yanking it off your neck, snapping it into pieces. Disappointed, he only faces you.

"This cheap piece of shit!"

The boy raises his hand and swings it directly at your face. All you could do was shield yourself from the incoming impact however it never came. All you hear is a familiar chuckle and when you open your eyes you notice Shuji Hanma standing right next to the boy while having a strong grip on his arm.

"I'm here now. He won't hurt you again."

Hanma only says before punching the kid in the face, knocking him down. You watch as he proceeds to kick his stomach and face repeatedly. Eventually, you pulled Hanma away from the kid who was now covered in scars and bruises. The both of you watch as the humiliated and terrified bully sprint away from you two. Hanma could only laugh at his retreating form while you are on the verge of tears when you see the broken pieces of your jewelry on the ground. Upset, you kneel down to pick up the necklace, tears pouring from your e/c orbs.

"This was my favorite necklace." You sob.

His face of amusement was quickly replaced by a look of absolute concern as this is the first time seeing you cry. Unsure of what to do, he impulsively wraps his arms around your body allowing you to cry into his chest. Tears soak his t-shirt while he begins to gently rock you as if you were a baby.

"Please don't cry."

He only says however his soft words and warm embrace calmed you down. Your sobs stopped and they did not go unnoticed by your tall friend. Slowly, you separate from his hold, looking up at him with gratitude. Your teared-stained face smiled softly at him.

"Thank you, Shu."

You say to him, causing a blush to form on his cheeks. Heat rises on yours as you realize what you've called him.

"Sorry I-"

"Shu is a cool-ass name!" Hanma happily responds.

You can only giggle at his excitement.

Over the next few years, you two developed a strong bond, but like all good things, it eventually had to end. That end came when you two reached twelve years old and you were told by your parents that they decided to move back to the United States. Your heart is shattered upon hearing the news because that means you will no longer be able to see Hanma.

That morning was one of the worst mornings of your life as you stood with tears in your eyes to bid farewell to the tall boy. A river of tears flows down Shuji's face hearing those final words leave your lips.

"Shu? I don't know when I'll be able to see you again."

Your voice croaks with sadness as Hanma just pats your head.

"It's okay, Shortcake." He responds.

Though you're upset, you cannot help but cringe at the pet name.

"You're still on that?"

"Hell yea. You're short and you love cake, so Shortcake!" He stupidly jokes earning a pained giggle from you.

"You're always so corny when I am upset."

Hanma pulls you into a tight hug.

"It's the only thing I know that can make you smile."

He remarks, rocking you back and forth.

"It was fun while it lasted." You say to him while holding him.

"Yea. It was."

After a minute, you peel away from him. You then reach for something in your pocket. Hanma watches as you pull out pieces of the gold necklace. A bittersweet feeling overtakes his body upon seeing the piece of jewelry.

"Here."

You present one of the broken pieces to him, which he happily takes.

"Wow. Thanks."

"Keep it as something to remember me by."

You command before giving him another hug. The second hug was cut short when you two hear the beeping of the car, signaling you that it was time to leave. Separating from him, you give him one more smile.

"Stay safe out there."

He ruffles your hair while you gave him a nod. Hanma watches with teary eyes as you get into your parent's car before it quickly drives away.

It has been more than a decade since you've last seen and heard from Shuji Hanma. After graduating high school and saving up enough money, you've managed to find a way to move back to Tokyo, Japan. You're now employed at a fancy restaurant serving food to wealthy guests with a satisfied smile on your face.

You've had a long night at the restaurant, and you've decided to relax by running a hot steamy bath as soon as you returned home. You can feel the stress in your body melt away like ice cream on a hot day as you relax in your jacuzzi tub. Nighttime is approaching, so there is a beautiful orange glow radiating in your luxury bathroom. The tension in your muscles eases as you release a calming breath.

"Oh...I almost forgot."

You remark with a giggle while grabbing the bottle of bubble bath soap before pouring the contents into the hot water. In no time, the bubbles form with the help of the working jets pushing water against your body, massaging you in the process. Soon enough, bubbles cover the entire surface of the water and the sweet smell of peach overtakes the bathroom and seeps into your attached bedroom.

You've become completely at ease with the relaxing atmosphere. From all the long hours working at the restaurant, there is no doubt in your mind that you deserve this relaxing time. Just you, the hot and steamy water, and the bubbles.

"Perfect. Absolutely perfect."

You remark with satisfaction in your voice.

You can hear your tv in your bedroom. A news report is being broadcasted and the news anchor speaks with a sense of urgency in his voice. Some of his words go in one of your ears and out the other; however, you vaguely recall him talking about a series of gang-related violence that has been happening around Tokyo lately. You also hear him mention the Kanto Manji Gang which has been something that you've been hearing a lot recently.

"Kanto Manji Gang, huh?"

You only remark before washing up and getting out of the bathtub. Now listening more closely to the news broadcast as you put on your night clothes, the anchor then explains that the local law enforcement is still suspecting that the Kanto Manji Gang is responsible for the sudden outburst of violence. He added that everyone should be extra cautious when going out at night as that's when many of the brutal attacks - sometimes murders - occur.

An unnerving feeling seeps into your body; however, you just brush it off before heading to bed.

The next day is mundane as you finish getting ready for work. Deciding to walk down memory lane, you make your way to the park. You're sitting on the swing while watching the Tokyo sky. The light from the sun above reflects off your dangling gold ear piercings. Slowly swinging back and forth, you check the time on your phone, realizing it is time for you to make your way to your place of employment.

Quickly, you get back onto your feet while pulling the strap of your purse over your shoulder and you start walking out of the park and towards the train station.

Unbeknownst to you, a tall figure lingers in the shadows nearby. He watches you leave as he takes a drag from his cigarette. He only smiles while breathing out a breathy chuckle.

"Long time, no see, Shortcake."

He says while running his fingers through his neck-length black and gold hair.

Arriving at the restaurant you are greeted by your work friend in the employees-only area. You did not get a chance to begin changing into your uniform when your work friend starts to ask you about your plans for the upcoming weekend.

“Nothing but watching tv, why?”

You respond.

“Great! Wanna come to a party with me?” She asks.

“A party?”

You ask your work friend, perplexed by her request as you put your things away in your locker. Shaking your head, you put on your nametag.

“I don’t go out, plus with the craziness that’s going on right now, I’d rather stay inside.”

“Come on, Y/n! Please! The Haitani Brothers are hosting”

Your work friend pleads. Her hands clasp around yours as she starts getting down to her knees.

“Do you know who the Haitani brothers are, Y/n?! The hottest brothers in Tokyo and they host the best parties in the country. So many celebrities and executives attend, and for ONCE I managed to get an invitation!”

“How?”

Came your question as your eyebrow raised inquisitively.

“They have these lotteries and I won two invitations.”

“You only wanna go there just to fuck someone.”

You call out to which your work friend laughs in agreement.

“This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity for me. What if I get to meet THE Ran Haitani or his equally sexy brother Rindou? You know how much I adore them.”

“Yea. Yea, I know, but I also know they allegedly have ties to the Kanto Man-”

You’re quickly cut off by your friend as she covers your mouth with her palm.

“We don’t utter that name.” She scolds while having a serious look on her face.

You were not going to allow yourself to be persuaded into going to such a place, especially after everything you’ve been hearing about lately. You know there are rumors circling around those Haitani Brothers and their alleged association with the infamous Kanto Manji Gang. You’re adamant about your decision to stay a hundred miles away from that party and your friend noticed it. Realizing there is no way to convince you otherwise, she steps away from you and heaves out a sigh.

“Fine. I’ll ask someone else then.”

You can hear the disappointed tone in her voice as she brushes past you and into the kitchen. You can only shake your head before clocking into your shift.

The night is proceeding as normal. You greet the wealthy guests when they have been sat down at your section and then proceed to take their orders. Every once in a while, you catch a glimpse of your friend smirking in your direction. That smirk is all too familiar as you know she has not fully given up. The only thing you do is ignore her and continue with your night.

Towards the end of your shift, you can feel the atmosphere around the establishment run cold. The hair on the back of your neck stands up as you sense a pair of eyes peering at you as you bring drinks to one of your tables. Looking up, you notice a group of well-dressed men is sat in a private area of the restaurant. One of the men stands out as you make eye contact with him from across the restaurant. Quickly, you look away however you can still sense his set of eyes staring at you.

Men in suits are a very common sight; however, these particular men exude a dangerous aura. Even the guests around you have a look of concern plastered on their faces when they noticed the men.

“They are the--”

One man starts to speak but he is swiftly hushed by the people sitting at his table. It goes without a doubt in your mind about the group of men. Their infamy strikes fear into the hearts of many that it is to the point where people believe that just speaking their name will bring bad luck onto them.

You’re fully aware of all the rumors and hearsay about the gang. Although you are anxious due to being under the same roof, you nevertheless continue working as normal.

Around twenty minutes have passed and there is still a sense of uneasiness in the air. You’re then approached by the manager whose body is shaking with terror.

“Oh wow. You should take a deep breath.”

You say to him in a weak attempt to calm him down. Despite that, he takes your advice, taking in a deep breath and releasing it slowly. It relaxes him just enough for him to give you an all-important task.

“Their food is ready, so I need you to bring it to them.”

Perplexed, you respond:

“But that’s not my section. What happened to--”

“Kosuke had to leave early due to feeling ‘sick’.”

Your manager responds, referring to one of your coworkers who did suddenly go missing. Sighing, you just nod without giving any other response.

The entire restaurant watches as you bring the freshly cooked food over to the questionable men occupying the table in the private section.

“Here’s your food, sirs.”

You approach their table with a smile on your face while the anxiety in your body reaches a nuclear level. Most of the men just look at you with a blank expressions on their faces, and none of them spoke. They just watched as you present them with their food. During that, your attention is caught by one of the men with black and blonde hair. He is the only one in the group who has a chilling smirk on his face.

You attempt to ignore it; however, that is when you notice a familiar piece of jewelry dangling from his ear. That jewelry, the hair color, height, and even the grin plastered on his face eerily reminds you of your childhood best friend. You then notice Sin and Punishment inked on his hands as he grabs at his chopsticks. Seeing that, you recall a specific conversation with said friend about how he wanted to get tattoos.

“You should get Kanji characters because I think they look so cool!”

Came your adolescent voice.

“But I want something related to being a delinquent too.” He responds.

You shake off the brief flashback once you finish serving the meals to the men.

“Enjoy your meals, sirs!”

You say before turning your heels and leaving. The chilling man could only chuckle again while watching you power-walk back into the kitchen.

After that encounter, you feel slightly lightheaded, and you just now notice your heart pumping erratically. Stepping out of the back exit you are met with the open back lot and the cool nighttime breeze.

“Are you okay?!” Your work friend hastily approaches, concerned.

“Yea. I’ll be aight.”

Your response was shaky as you attempt to regain your composure. ‘Was it really who I think it was or is my mind playing tricks on me?’ You internally ask yourself while heaving out a sigh.

“You really need to decompress after tonight.”

Your work friend remarks, and even though you’re not looking at her, you can hear the smirk in her tone.

“Oh shit. Here we go again.” You grumble, turning to face her with a disgruntled look.

“I wonder if there is somewhere you can go, where you can let out some stream, preferably through dancing. You may even have really good cocktails and also meet really sexy men.”

“I can dance and make cocktails at home.”

You stubbornly interject; however, your friend immediately counters your response.

“But do you know any sexy men at home?”

Unable to come up with an answer, you remain silent. A wide smirk peers across your friend’s face when she realizes, she has succeeded in her persuasion.

“I’ll text you later on tonight. We can go shopping tomorrow for our party outfits.”

She says, going back into the restaurant, leaving you feeling defeated and unnerved.

[Feedback and other interactions are always appreciated.]

#tokyo revengers #tokyo rev smut #shujihanma #tokyo revengers hanma #hanma shuji #tr fanfiction #tr smut #tokyo revengers smut #tr fluff #tokyorevengesfluff #shuji hanma fluff #kanto manji gang #shuji x reader #shuji hanma x reader #blackreaderxshujihanma

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pokemon-ash-aus · 5 months

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Been meaning to ask. Can u tell us more abt Indigo's future partners? I been curious abt them, like how are their personalities like and if they started dating all together or one of them came later and stuff

Okay okay okay so-

Hades- Obstagoon.

Hades is the fall first, figure stuff out later type of mon. He's smart but emotions drive him more than anything. He loves with his whole body and heart.

He is broader than Indigo, so often times it looks like he can completely tower over him. But he actually is only like 6' or so tall. Taller than the average Obstagoon, but still short as all fuck.

He and Indigo were an Iten First vefore Kalani

Kalani / Tios - Latios

So Latios met Indigo first, We all been know this. The circumstances of his survival are still unknown.

And he is in so much denial. He and Indigo got a long much better than Ash and Kalani. Just okder brothers protecting their younger siblings, But they just connect more with how willing the other is to save their respective siblings.

By the time Indigo and Ash leave, Kalani can admit to maybe missing his friend.

It's obvious to EVERYONE but Kalani.

He only admits to wanting to see Indigo when a pair of other Lati's swoop in to relieve them of their duty.

By this point, Hades and Indigo are an item, so Kalani is the third wheel that has his heart crushed before he realizes it.

And Indigo is conflicted.

But guess who isnt :)

It takes Hades a bit- mostly cause Kalani refuses to interact with him. But when they finally hang out, Hades falls HARD for Kalani and outright tells indigo.

"i want him with us" and thus the eventual wooing of Kalani begins!

Again it takes Kalani awhile to admit he even likes Hades and it spirals cause how do you like two people!????

Its really funny.

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hugsandchaos · 1 year

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Headcanons for a Murder Drones Swap AU:

•While U (Swap Uzi) was the first to meet and befriend Neo (Swap N, but he mostly goes by N), T (Swap Thad) and Neo grew their friendship relatively quickly. They both share a liking for fidgety objects.

•Neo once brought a rubix cube and fidget spinner to the pod since he thought that they might get bored and it’d help. He was really nervous that it’d somehow go wrong and he’d loose the closest things to real friends he has, but it worked really well! T especially loved the rubix cube.

•Neo is often bullied by Jenna (Swap J) and Vixy (Swap V), but Jenna does most of the damage. Vixy simply watches and often pushes her assignments onto him, and usually beats or insults him if he doesn’t.

•Instead of anime, Neo found old movies that were really popular in the early 2000’s, his favorite being the How To Train Your Dragon trilogy. He loves drawing the characters in his spare notebooks, and his favorite character is (obviously) Toothless. He just wants to hug that face so badly! And can you blame him?!

•Speaking of drawing, Neo is surprisingly skilled at sketching. He did it a lot when he was younger, giving drawings to people as gifts, but stopped for a long time when he found them in the trash. He got back into it after watching the scene of Hiccup drawing Toothless in attempts to do the same and got really good at it. He also made a few sketches of his railgun from when it was in its early stages.

•Ron (the doorman) was (understandably) upset when Neo’s heart was broken by people throwing away his gifts and kept them on the fridge, even when Neo himself contemplated throwing them away because he just saw them as a reminder of how useless he feels he is. Now he sees them as a way of his adopted father saying “I’ll always believe in you” and cried when he came to this realization.

•When T or U discover his talent in the future, they’ll both be amazed, but express it in different ways. “You drew this?! Awesome... Wow, you can really see the progress here!” Would be something T responds with, and U would probably say something like “People really threw away your drawings? Are you sure they aren’t blind? Or can they just not see the progress made by your hard work to get better?” And he cries of happiness because Ron was the only one who ever liked them.

•U is short for a disassembly drone, and Neo is taller than the average worker drone.

•Helping Neo learn to fly once the whole “zombie drone” thing happens wasn’t all that hard since he’s always wanted to fly, thanks to the HTTYD movies making it look so fun.

•Neo also tried hanging upside down from his tail or legs like a bat.

•Neo reveals his name to be “Neo” and not just “N” later on to answer T’s question, and also mentions he goes by “N” because people forget his actual name.

•Ron was nervous at first to let Neo’s new murder drone friends inside, but seeing that they genuinely care about his son, he decided to give them a chance. He didn’t want to deprive Neo of his chance of having real friends, and even thanks them for it when Neo isn’t there/paying attention.

That’s all I’ve got for now.

#au #murder drones #murder drones n #murder drones thad #murder drones j #murder drones v #murder drones uzi #murder drones swap au #murder drones swap n #murder drones swap Uzi

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ethereallocs · 1 year

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We’re Just Friends-Modern Au! Rhaenyra x Dornish Male Reader

Pairing: Rhaenyra Targaryen x Dornish Male Reader (House of Blackmont)

Content/Warning: !!🔞 PLUS ONLY!!, age-gap, sexual tension, lots of jealousy, toxic relationship, strap-on penetration, femme-dom, angst, swearing.

Word Count: 2.3k

Summary: You and Rhaenyra have been inseparable since you were kids. She accepted you when you could express who you really were to anyone else and overtime you’ve grown to love her in ways a bestfriend shouldn’t. Should you tell her or is it worth possibly losing a friendship?

Author’s Notes: The content/warning section is something I put on all my stories because it will come up eventually and I like to let everyone know it’s for adults and adults only. Also I’ve somewhat changed the ages of Rhaenyra and her brother Aegon so Jace and everyone else aren’t involved in the story.

Chapter One

You and Rhaenyra first met in secondary school for your first year. You had just moved from Dorne over the summer, being the hot topic of discussion when you arrived Y/N Blackmont. One of the most prestigious families of Westoros in King’s Landing. You were walking down the hall dressed in the normal outfit set out for yourself everyday a preppy button up, a skirt, and some platformed boots.

As everyone knew Dorne was a more accepting culture. Women were sexually liberated and men were allowed to take on the lovers that suited them men or women. But in King’s Landing it was foreign to them and of course ignorance came along with it. The bullying was relentless on your first day only stopping when Rhaenyra Targaryen spoke up for you. She was a few years ahead of you and seemed to be an all around tomboy.

Aegon and his group of dick wads had been the ones making thing difficult for you, following you around nonstop projecting no doubt. “Hey…are you a boy or a girl?” It was a good thing you had thick skin an even sharper tongue. “Why Aegon? Do you think I’m pretty?” He grimaced and cocked a fist back before his older sister grabbed onto his shoulder pulling him aside. “What the fuck are you doing?” She scolded him like a mother.

She was thin and a little taller than an average girl. Her skin pale like snow and eyes the color of lavender. Her silver locks were cut short and her style well let’s just say the both of you were very androgynous. “I’m sorry about my brother he can be a cunt…and you are?” You were a bit shocked that she even bothered to acknowledge you. “Oh yeah it’s okay…I prepared myself for someone to come fucking with me today. I’m Y/N…Y/N Blackmont.”

“Well, Y/N I think you and I are going to great friends…don’t you think?” She wrapped her arm into yours and dragged you away like you were her new prized pet and you two have been inseparable ever since. The years had passed and Rhaenyra had graduated from King’s Landing Prep and went to uni and two years later you soon followed. The two of you had become roommates and every professor and student knew if they saw one of you the other was not too far behind.

It seemed like it took forever for Friday to come, but finally it was here. You had exams to do and Rhaenyra had no classes today so she was at home waiting for you. You decided with how well you did it was time to celebrate so you went to the liquor store and bought a bottle of Dorne’s best tequila. Coming through the door your smile quickly turned into a frown seeing who was on your couch. What the fuck was she doing here?

Rhaenyra’s “girlfriend” Lydia Tyrell, now in the beginning you actually wanted to like her, but it was clear that Ms. Tyrell wanted to be the only important person in Rhaenyra’s life. She made it a point to always make the plan you two made fall through. She often threw snarky jabs at you that Rhaenyra was to cunt drunk to pick up on, but you endured for the happiness of your friend.

“Oh..Lydia…you’re here…” You tried to seem happy about her being there, but you failed horribly. “Y/N..” She responded coldly, soon you were interrupted and your smile returned seeing her come out of her room just as excited to see you. Running to you, Rhaenyra wrapped her arms around you picking you up in the air, were you really that light? You blush. “Rhae…put me down please..” you laughed like giddy child before she placed you back on the ground. “So how’d my baby do?” You pulled out the bottle of tequila and squealed. “I passed bitch!!!!” The two of you jumped up and down like highschool girls and Lydia cleared her throat causing the both of you to look her way.

“Umm..congratulations and everything, butttt we have a party to go to tonight. So sorry to cut your celebration so short, love.” A smug smile curled upon her lips. That condescending little cunt. You gritted your teeth into a cheerful grin. “Oh no it’s fine you made plans before this so it’s no biggy.” Rhaenyra pulled you in to whisper something to you. “We can get fucked up when I get back I promise.” She pulled away smiling at you with that smile that gave you butterflies sometimes. Lydia looked like she could’ve puked and you relished how annoyed you made her. “But while you wait Aegon said he was coming by he wanted to talk to you.”

“Talk to me about what?” She shrugged. “I think he likes you honestly.” You scoffed and gagged. “You’re not trying to hook me up with your brother. The same brother that bullied me, because of how I dress and identify? I think the fuck not..” She winced, remembering just how bad he treated you. “Yes you are right. You know he actually came out last year. And he’s been talking about you nonstop for some reason.”

“I’m not the least bit attracted to him so no.” Rhaenyra rolled her eyes and playfully popped the back of your thigh. “Well, you should find someone you like…you’ve never had a boyfriend or girlfriend since I’ve known you.” She was right you weren’t too good at dating. You were a bit awkward with affection and girls didn’t actually gravitate to you since you were on the feminine side yourself. “Rhae…you know I would like my own person…but people don’t stick around long enough to get past all of this.” You sighed

“But, I’ll be fine my toys are my lovers.” You chuckled and Rhae gave you this look that you couldn’t quite read, but it made you nervous. “Well, I’m going to take a shower and start getting drunk in my room. You two have fun at your party. Love ya.” You said sweetly before disappearing in the back of the apartment. “Love you too.” She yelled in your direction.

You sighed after your shower taking two shots of the harsh but smooth spirit. You blasted your music hearing your best friend and her bitch of a girlfriend going at it in the next room…gross. Soon you heard a knock on the door and you got up to answer. You were in some spandex shorts and a crop top. Your dark locks still wet from the shower were pinned up with a hair clip. Opening the door it was her brother. “Hey, Y/N. Can I come in? I brought party favors.” He held up two bottles of tequila and you smiled somewhat. “Oh yeah come in, let me go get my bottle from my room.” You noticed his wandering eyes and gave him a cheeky smile. “Yeah I know I look good.” you teased.

Once you were back you sat on the couch next to him and turned on the tv, the silence between the two of you was deafening. “So I heard you passed your exam.” This was how he was going to start the conversation? “Oh yeah. I kinda psyched myself out, but I got a perfect score.” He smiled giving you a friendly push, “That’s good. You’re pretty damn smart any way.” You smile, “Thanks.” He cleared his throat again you could sense him getting a tad nervous. “So…Y/N first and foremost I want to apologize for the way I treated you when we were kids. I’m was an idiot, trying to deal with my own shit and I don’t know if Nyra has told you, but I’m gay…” You listened intently knowing where this was probably headed. “When did you figure that out?”

He smiled and looked down to his shoes before his lavender gaze found your sweet pools of honey. “If I’m being honest around the time I saw you..” That was a shocker you basically despised one another or so you thought. “Oh so you were taking your insecurities out on me?” He looked away from you and sighed. “Look, I’ve been thinking about how I was going to say this all day, but I like you a lot..and I was hoping we could start over and I could take you out?”

You smiled a bit and thought about it honestly what could it hurt a date could only either go great or not like they plan but forgiving him wouldn’t hurt you either. “Okay, well I forgive you and sure you can take me out on a date.” He smiled and hugged you kissing your cheek. Your cheeks flushed and you opened your mouth to speak, but you were interrupted by Lydia barging out of Rhaenyra’s room. “I’m fucking sick of this! You always take him everywhere we go. On dates, movies, parties…when can I ever have you to myself.”

Rhaenyra was seething her face red with anger. “I’ve noticed you don’t like him and I want to know why? He’s done nothing, but be nice to you and you insist on being a cold bitch!” Lydia was in shock, you and Aegon were meer bystanders. “I wouldn’t be so bothered by Y/N if you weren’t so clearly in love with him.”Lydia stormed out and Rhaenyra turned to you. Aegon hopped up going into the kitchen to grab some shot glasses. “Time to get fucked up!” He yelled and you laughed nervously, grabbing Rhaenyra’s hand.

“Let me talk to her for a second..we will be back.” He nodded and you pulled her into your room. “What the fuck just happened?” You asked and Rhaenyra bursted into tears. “I mentioned that I wanted you to come with us I know how nervous you were about being alone with my brother and I said it would be a good idea for you to maybe meet someone there…and that’s when she stormed out…I know I’ve been oblivious to how she’s treated you the last two years, but she’s brought you up so much lately. Starting arguments about you specifically asking why do you have to live here as if I’d kick you out for her.”

You pulled her into your chest for a hug and sighed rocking her slowly. “It’s alright she was a bitch anyway I only tolerated her, because I wanted you to be happy.” She held onto your slender waist tightly and sighed. “Why didn’t you tell me? I would’ve broken it off with her as soon as you told me.” You sigh humming. “I just wanted you to be happy Rhae.” She could hear your heart beating..oh how it pounded with her laying on you this way. “Maybe we should go take some shots.” You picked her up and led her to the kitchen.

Later that night you all were drunk off your asses and you and Aegon were getting rather acquainted with each other dancing and laughing together. Rhaenyra watched them closely and sulked the green with jealousy. Then you favorite song came on and she stood up to take you away from her little brother and held you from behind swaying you. You melted into her, her brother long passed out once he hit the couch. She sang to you and you smiled shivers going down your spine as she place a sweet kiss against your shoulder.

“She was right…” you look out of the corner of your eye. “What?” Her voice a soft whisper, “Lydia…she was right..I love you.” You laughed nervously “Of course I love you too, you’re my bestfriend, Rhae.” She shook her head and pulled you away into her room locking the door behind you. She called you by the nick name she had given and seemed to be fighting with herself. “No…I want you, Y/N. You don’t understand how badly I want you.” You were still dizzy from the tequila, but she said it. “But, I thought you only liked girls…what about Lydia…what about Aegon?”

She chuckled, “Fuck her and he can always find someone else. And I do mostly…but I like you too.” Her hands soft cupped you delicately chiseled face and pulled you in for a kiss. The taste of the tequila on her tongue excited you. Her hands quickly finding their way on your body. Your slender yet toned frame was surprisingly soft like that of the women she’s had before.

“Rhaenyra…” You whimpered her name and she cooed inhaling your scent. You smelled sweet like vanilla and she groaned reaching into you shorts grabbing onto your tones buttocks your hands reaching up her tank top to cup her breasts. Catching your lips again she moaned into them and bit at the soft supple flesh of your bottom lip. Your cock twitching within your shorts.

She of course had the upper hand dominating you with just a kiss. She a hand to the front of your short cupping your cock squeezing slightly you gasped causing you to leak into her hand. “You’re pathetic you know that…” She looked at you and smiled leaning in to kiss you again when you both heard a loud crash and Aegon yelling something inaudible… “Fuck..” you both hiss. “Rhaenyra opened the door and walked out first. “What the fuck have you broken now?” She groaned “Aegon, my fucking coffee table?!?!”

You laughed soon following behind her. He tried getting up to piss, in his words and fell in the coffee table. She sighed holding two fingers to the bridge of her nose and you were seeing if he was okay. The two of you carried him to her bed and then went back to clean up the mess in the living room. “Would you like to come sleep with me tonight?” By the time you two were finished you were far to exhausted to continue with what had just so instead she wrapped her arms about you and laid on your chest while you fingers slid up and down her back. She fell asleep, but you stayed awake wondering what was to happen now..

To be continued…

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homelanderbutbig · 6 months

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Nothing To Lose, A God Complex To Gain (G/T Homelander)

1391 words. Pure angst. Homelander is 8 feet tall, and needs a hug.

Big sad backstory for a big sad boy.

When Homelander was a child, he was raised in a lab. He never knew his real parents, only the cold scientists who monitored him day by day. For the first six years of his life, these scientists would treat him with some level of kindness. Vogelbaum, the closest thing Homelander had for a father figure, would even entertain him and read him stories. He felt like he almost had some semblance of a childhood during those years.

Then, things took a turn for the worse. Vogelbaum explained to Homelander that he had to be trained to become the ultimate superhero, and the strongest man in the world. And in order to achieve this, they had to experiment.

The torture he endured left his mind forever scarred, with the only purpose being to test how indestructible he truly was. Burning, drowning, fighting, beating, detonating… the surgeries, the acids, the drugs… anything and everything they could, they tried on him.

Once the testing started, none of the scientists would talk to him like they did when he was younger, like they were his friends. The solitude he was forced to undergo led him to create a new companion, the face he saw in the mirror of his room. At first this boy appeared friendly, willing to talk to him about things he enjoyed like adventure stories and American history. But things started to shift when the face became more than just a confidant. He became Homelander's protector, shielding him from the horrors of his daily experimentation by allowing his brain to disassociate. His thoughts were guarded by an armoured cocoon that only his reflection could manifest.

Homelander had always been a small child, shorter and scrawnier than average. Even though nobody would ever say anything to his face, he could hear the scientists' secret discussions with his super hearing. The conversations they had with Vogelbaum, and how disappointed his father figure was that his prized experiment was deplorably short. How nobody would respect ever him, even with his superhuman powers.

This all changed when he finally hit puberty. His growth started out slowly when he turned thirteen, until he was finally on track with what was expected for his age. The scientists around him seemed to treat him with more approval, including Vogelbaum. The chagrin his father figure previously displayed had appeared to lessen the taller he became, like he was finally becoming what he was supposed to be.

When his growth started picking up a bit more, Vogelbaum was actually happy at this. At six feet tall, Homelander was a respectable height for what would become Vought’s golden boy. Something that the average citizens could praise, and look at with admiration. At last, he was fitting the mold of a proper protector for the people of the United States.

However, it didn't stop there. In fact, his growth seemed to accelerate year by year. Homelander was acutely aware of how much taller he was getting than the scientists in the lab, watching them go from being eye-level to him to slowly only reaching his chin, then his shoulders, then his chest, and lastly his abs.

He saw their expressions shift from esteem to fright, and he could hear them privately voicing their concerns to Vogelbaum. They were terrified that their little experiment was growing out of their control and becoming a monster. Even though they tried to keep straight faces around him, he could hear their hearts beating faster in his presence, and sense their cortisol levels spiking as he continued to loom higher and higher above them.

Unlike regular humans of his height, who tended to have slender, lean physiques riddled with skeletal problems, his stature didn't appear to affect him negatively at all. He was in peak physical condition, and he could build muscle without even doing anything, filling out his frame like a freight truck. Powered by the Compound V coursing through his veins, there wasn't anything the scientists could implement that would be capable of halting or even slowing down his growth.

The cruel testing Homelander was abused with seemed to cease the taller he became. Realizing the scientists could not force him to do anything, he could tell they were too scared to retaliate against him when he simply refused to go along with their demands. There wasn't anything they could do to punish him, or anything they could take away from him. He already had nothing to lose, and only a god complex to gain.

Not only did the scientists' dialogue about him change, so did what his mirrored reflection said. It was easy for him to convince Homelander of his superiority to the inadequate mudpeople, those clearly beneath him. He was obviously bigger, stronger, and better than everyone else on this planet. However, there was still a little voice he heard deep inside, contradicting what his only friend would tell him. The voice of a small boy, crying and asking for someone to love him. He never knew how to respond, so he just ignored the voice, even though it always weighed heavily on the back of his mind.

Once he turned eighteen, his growth had finally tapered off, leaving him at an intimidating eight feet tall with a physique to match. He was now ready to be announced to the world as "The Homelander", and start his career at Vought. Surprisingly to him, he learned that the Vought Tower had already been accommodated for his height, with ceilings high enough that he wouldn't have to worry about crashing his head through. Unlike the lab, the man in the mirror reminded him, with much shorter ceilings forcing him to bend down like a worthless animal. Something that a god like him should never have to do. The world should be altered to adapt to him, not the other way around.

When Homelander was introduced to the waiting public as Vought's premiere supe, the crowd cheered for him while he flew down from above onto the stage. He could hear the audience's nervous heartbeats as they clapped for him, a mix of terror and awe. At first it left him uneasy, but it quickly became a drug for him. It was something that the man in the mirror urged him to desire, a gratifying expression of how he truly was a god to these miniscule beings. He must be feared to be respected, and to be loved.

At the top floor of the Vought Tower was the three-story penthouse where Homelander would now be living. It was immaculate, with all of the furniture inside sized appropriately for him. For the first time in his life, he had his own space where he actually felt normal, away from the mudpeople that he had to tilt his whole body down at to even acknowledge.

Looking outside through his penthouse window, he used his super vision to spy on the puny ants down below. Going about their inferior lives, unaware of the increasing jealousy Homelander felt as he watched people laugh amongst themselves, holding hands while sharing a kiss, and genuinely expressing their love for each other.

It almost made him feel sad, but the man in the mirror quickly stomped those sentiments out. With the absence of Vogelbaum and the other scientists, his reflection had to take on a parental role. To remind him that he is a god, and those human emotions were as useless to him as their pathetic weaknesses. It was a constant battle he felt raging in his heart, fighting with the little boy inside him that longed to feel affection, and his reflection snapping at him to stab a knife through this "sickness".

Although Homelander sided with his mirror friend and cast aside those human emotions, he could never fully get rid of the little boy he locked away. That poor child he could still hear crying out for comfort, which he knew an inhuman monster like him would never receive. Nobody could ever love him when they were all afraid of him. At night while he laid in bed alone, he could hear the child sobbing louder, accompanied by his own tears as he wrapped his arms around himself like a pitiful façade of a hug.

The deafening loneliness of his penthouse made him wish he never left the lab at all.

#the boys #the boys tv #homelander #g/t #size difference #my writing

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bowiebond · 2 years

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Billy who thought he was gay having a full blown crisis over his growing crush on the Queen of Hawkins, Stevie aka Stephanie (🙄) Harrington.

At first he’s shocked because, how could that be? Billy has never been truly interested in women, even if he had slept with more than a few (whether it was for survival/manipulation/reputation, etc). Sure, a holes a hole, but he’s never wanted to kiss one. To hold a girls hand and take her for a joyride in his car, do couple shit. Actually found her attractive.

Though, Stevie isn’t really a girly girl. She’s got cropped short hair that’s almost a mullet, only just taller than him, wears boxy jumpers and polos that make her shoulders broader than most girls. She’s boyish, a total tomboy really, and he’s surprised she was popular in a small hick town when she…well she acts and dresses like a butch.

She seems like a total ‘carpet muncher’ (as coined by the basketball team) and Billy’s crush seems even dumber and more unattainable when he finds out she lost her popularity status and her ‘good looks’ because she was outed; she had been dating Nancy Wheeler. The girl seemed to get out of the fire scott-free though when she jumped ship to Jonathan Byers.

Stevie had been left to burn in the towns snide comments even when she had almost had an out, ditching her old friends after they sprayed ‘dyke wheeler’ on the movie cinema. Turns out she threw herself under the bus after she got into a fist fight with Nancy’s new piece, Jonathan.

So not only was he a gay man apparently in love with a lesbian, but the object of his affections was already hated by most of the town. Apparently the only reason she didn’t get disowned was because she claimed to like boys too and would stick to them. Probably a bold faced lie, but if it wasn’t…

Billy wouldn’t pursue her. He couldn’t. Surely not. She wasn’t a guy and Billy hadn’t spent years in grief over him being gay to just find the ‘right girl’ for him.

Except he stews on the thought. It would be perfect, wouldn’t it? His life would be easier if Stevie really was just the right girl he was waiting for. It’s the only thing that makes him pursue her.

She’s cold and bitter towards him at first, not trusting it, but Billy can tell he’s wearing her down, bit by bit, enticing small smiles and soft chuckles.

Stevie’s not a prude it seems. He takes her on the joyride he had been dreaming about and he is vibrating from how happy he is around her, can’t explain it for the life of him, and she crawls into his lap the moment he turns the car off, parked at the quarry with the intent of star gazing maybe, or throwing rocks and shit. Whatever suited Stevie.

She kisses him like she’s starving, tugging the handle beside his seat to snap it back so she doesn’t hit her head on the roof of the car, her hands feeling every inch of him.

She doesn’t undress herself, just tugs her pants down her thighs and sits on his cock like it’s her throne, and Billy can see now why she was royalty once in Hawkins, that wicked smile of victory on her lips as she leans down to kiss him hard.

Billy’s pretty sure he’s in love and it’s embarrassing how quickly he’s fallen into it. Stevie and him aren’t a secret. In fact, him dating her both downgrades his status and lifts hers. They’re pretty much equals, entirely average now, thanks to their relationship.

And the sex; fuck, the sex is good. Billy didn’t think it would be. Sex with women in the past had been performative at best, all about looking good and trying not to wilt at their annoying moans, but Stevie never hesitant to push him around, take what she wants with low groans and breathy moans, and it sends a spark down his spine every time.

She’ll pull his hair, bite his lip, swear under her breath in a low voice - tell Billy how fucking filthy and pretty he is like Stevie’s not the pretty one…in a weirdly boyish way. Stevie’s not pretty in a girly way, but Billy’s not sure if he can say that to her face. It seems rude, but Stevie is kind of just…a handsome girl? He couldn’t explain it.

They had been dating five months when Stevie turns to him one night, the pair tucked in her flannel bed.

“…Would you ever date a guy?”

It makes Billy’s heart seize, but after a moment, Billy realises he doesn’t have to be scared of her. She liked both. Had never hid that part of herself from him or anyone really.

“Would you call me crazy if I said I thought I was gay before you?”

Stevie doesn’t answer. It’s too dark to see her face. But she does kiss him. Soft and tentative before she pressed harder, molded herself to him.

Billy expects another round. Expects to feel a wet heat around his cock like normal, but instead there’s spit-soaked fingers at his rim, poking, prodding, pushing in deep as his head swims with confusion and lust.

He cums on his girlfriends fingers twice that night and it’s the best thing he’s ever felt, even if he’s not entirely sure why she even wanted to do that. Most girls didn’t.

Stevie owns a bunch of old makeup she never wears anymore. Refuses to actually. But she’ll touch it if she can put it on Billy, sitting in his lap and applying blue shadow to his eyes. She’ll only wear gloss if it’s from his lips, kissing it off and tasting artificial strawberries with an appreciative hum.

Stevie has two closets. One filled with dresses and skirts and blouses, all collecting dust, and another with polos and khakis and a growing collection of jeans after Billy infected her style. He lost his leather jacket to her and he doesn’t regret it one bit. It looks better on her. Looks the best when it’s all Stevie is wearing, rutting her pussy against his leaking cock.

They’re seven months in when Stevie gets into his car in tears one day and just says, “I can’t do it anymore.”

Billy goes cold at the thought that she meant them. And in a way, she did, but it’s so much more complicated than Billy could possibly understand according to her.

So he opens himself to understanding. Drives them to her place and sits on her bed with her and waits. Says he’ll keep waiting until she says what she needs to.

“I…I don’t wanna be your girlfriend, Billy. I never wanted to be.” He wishes he had kicked her out of the car instead of staying now. Wishes he had saved himself the hurt of those words. Seven months of his everything had meant nothing and— “I wanna be your boyfriend.”

It’s confusing. Billy doesn’t really get it at first when he asks her to explain, but slowly it starts to click. Her clothes, her hair, her boyish charm, her…

His refusal to wear makeup. His ability to spawn butterflies in Billy’s stomach. Why he wasn’t exactly a pretty girl, but now, no, now Billy can see that Stevie — Steve — is a very pretty boy.

It takes a little adjusting. The names easy; Steve didn’t mind Stevie since he chose the nickname forever ago with the knowledge it was a little more boyish, but Billy changed up the pet names. Good girl because good boy, princess became pretty boy, Queen became King.

The pronouns get jumbled at times; it’s hard to switch from public to private mode in general for Billy, but he has the incentive to try until he gets it right because the discomfort on Steve’s face is enough of a reason too. Because he really does love him and wants him to be happy. God, he’s a sap.

Billy’s too stubborn to let a good thing go, even if he knows there would be hell to pay for the both of them if anyone knew. Billy hid being a queer for years; at least he can play straight with his boyfriend in public. They both can, for now. It’s nice to know he can still hold Steve’s hand while out and about.

They make plans to leave the moment Billy graduates — Billy insists he’s willing to leave earlier since he’s already 18 and he wants away from Neil, and Steve waiting another year to be who is really is away from Hawkins would probably suck ass. But Steve can wait. He waited 18 years. He can wait one more to be with Billy as his boyfriend instead of his girlfriend. Even gets Billy to move in now that he’s 18, so they don’t have to be apart during the night and the mornings before they both part ways for school and work.

Sex’s is even better now in Billy’s opinion. Mostly because now he gets to try stuff he always wanted to. Like eating his boyfriends ass until he’s shaking and crying from bliss, soaking down his thighs and dripping onto the bed. Steve practically falls apart in his arms the first time he fucks his ass, thick and hard as he dragged his cock in and out of his puffy, stretched out hole. It’s not enough to make him cum, but Billy manages to get him off after, tasting his own cum as it leaks out of his aching hole and dragging his tongue up through the soaked mess of Steve’s cunt to bring him to the brink.

Billy has all the fun in the world when they do finally ditch Hawkins. He gets to take Steve to a proper toy shop and gets him a strap on. Which is both a blessing and a curse because Steve annihilates all thoughts from his mushy brain after destroying his ass with the stamina he didn’t know he had, and Steve likes to just,,, wear it. Around the house. And it drives Billy crazy seeing those straps fastened on his hips as he walks around in low hanging grey sweatpants. He knows it’s the euphoria of having a dick for Steve, but Billy really wants Steve’s dick like, all the time, and his horny brain can’t seperate those two things, okay?

At the end of the day, Billy is pretty damn sure he’s gay. Steve tries to tell him he’s bi because he did like Steve when he was a girl, but the debates never really gets solved or concluded because Billy’s firm in his belief.

His heart and dick just knew Steve was a boy. Simple as that.

Steve will never get it, will always roll his eyes and kiss him because the sentiment does make him a little giddy, but Steve doesn’t have to get it.

Billy’s soul knew his soulmate was a boy. That’s why he fell for Steve. Simple. As. That.

#billy hargrove #steve harrington #harringrove #trans steve harrington #ftm!steve harrington #ftm steve harrington #tw slurs #tw homophobia

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