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m0e-ru · 1 year

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HAPPY HOLIDAY S !!!! here are the answers to my moel activity book 2022 aka my birthday quiz but theres also a bunch of lore questions in there. part 1 !!!!!!! with the more personal stuff because i hit the image limit so theres part 2 hehe. here <-

YOU CAN ANSWER IT HERE FIRST !!! or read this and see how bullshit my logic is from the get go SORRY

Results

tourist - this was meant to be the lowest scoring result like you dont know much about me or lore like what it says !! you pass by my blog just occasionally like from a tag or a reblog. like a tourist at a gas station. yknow? but the way I scored was like you get bigger penalties when you pick a wrong answer whoopsie (●>ω<)ﾉﾞ

beloved okyakusan - okyakusan means customer I just think you might follow this blog or know enough of it to get some answers right but the way I scored it I dont think. anyone would get this. yikes

loyalty discount - you know more than enough of my shit on any branch I might have been in . YEAH !! you know a lot. I hope. or I scored it bad. BUT ANYWAY !!! loyalty discount realness

oh youre in this hole with me? - this was supposed to be hard to get especially with the more bullshit personal questions sorry. but I think you could get this easily while I’m looking at it whole. welcome to my hole. my friends call it a mineshaft or another said it was a lake from digging up a puddle.

Questions

mega blorboism go - mim, adachi, marie, teddie, souji seta, (bonus) akc [akechi]

OKAY !! first 4 self explanatory. Souji vs Narukami I like Souji more from his depiction in the official manga by Sogabe than the more official Narukami from the animes, spinoffs, etc.

well yeah okay I admit I was a goroboy back in sweet 2017 too bad I only made noise in the fandom in 2020 when Royal came out and GOLDEN had the audacity to show its ass in Steam. my highest note post is this dumb aksh comic btw. I thought nothing of it.

I didn’t include maruki he’s a nice guy but he never hit blorbo category I mean he’s there. hi sensei

What’s their ultra mega favorite p4 adaptation - VISUALIVE STAGEPLAY !!!

the audio drama and manga bags some points too. I’m OBSESSED with visual voiceless media and visualess voiceful media but if you try to wrap my brain with the shitty anime I might throw up

yeah yeah the animes were fine im just more partial to those three yknow. they’re a bit liberal as broadcast media so uhm… the way they handled a few details weren’t for me. BUT WE HAVE AIKA CHAN it’s fine. I dont like anthologies though now that’s just a ball out of the park.

thoughts on tohru adachi - []

these all bag points but the discord screenshot gives the biggest penalty. it’s funnier that way. thank you tekuya. context on the messenger one was that I was partially live-blogging to another friend while I played. IM SORRY !!! I was really interested if he had a social link or not. I did not know of the Horrors. <- only knew he was a bit of an edgy bad guy from the floating fanart and lack of blacklisted spoiler tags but it’s 2022 im built different. I want to put him under a magnifying glass and if he makes me mad I concentrate the light on him till he combusts.

kai moeru is a silly - []

three of these have points except you get bonus points if you choose either of the kpop fan names because it’s fun.

when did they take over the gas station - they dont remember either

september 2022 also gets points because that’s when I think I started roleplaying as a manager.

OKAY strap in here’s some kai moeru lore. I used to subtly role play as just some guy who’s at the gas station too often for their own good. they dont even have a car they just talk to whoever also passes by with their silly conspiracy boards, red string etc etc. then at some point I became the manager of the tumblr branch and that was that! I have discounts and vouchers and promos and etc I think it’s fun that way. im the ceo of moel gas corp on discord btw

when did it all end - “Ohh Mimi”

I mean this is when I started playing the game on my own and had a little too much thoughts about this dumb fucking npc. me and my dad started calling them mimi when we finished the game <- we were playing at the same time he finished first but I blocked out all the spoilers and had my own peaceful endgame. I give you a nickname and it’s ALL OVER !!!!!

or are you really so spineless that youd fold over some bullshit trivial threat on my life sorry for the royal question - small potatoes

like I said. bought royal on launch and finished it in two weeks where “small potatoes” was still there before it got patched out HAHA. i just thought it was silly. people were making essays about the expression then BAM. no more small potatoes.

whos the adachi of p5s (ROYAL + STRIKERS SPOILERS) - ichinose

okay I really liked her when I was playing OKAY? actually I dont think I’ve ever posted my doodle dumps ever but I always thought she had something to do with Sophia and EMMA and the formula making it look like she’d betray you or work with god at some point. SHE FUCKING DID it was so so fucking funny <- cried after the boss fight

i mean i did this. because it's ridiculous

what’s the first nickname they used - mimi

I did mention it before. I just think it’s really cute how it ended up being a household name for me. ive printed them out so many times, framed them and talk about them with that nickname at home that that’s how my siblings know them. it’s a very special name to me honestly. Time went by and I ended up calling them mim. hehe. not that I dont like Nami as a name it’s just that /gestures hands/ yeah

The whole Izumi Izanami thing is just that! Most of my devices’ autocorrects kept turning one word into the other I also ended up calling him zoomy instead and used one (1) “z” for Izy.

rie kugimiya - why are you pitting two bad bitches against each other

she’s the voice actor for both Rise and Haruka and I like them both !!!! You should listen to konnan janai

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which emote is not part of the gas station discord server - nodding naoto

Now that one was from the Persona modding discord I think. I do have mim and Nagi rotating and the Adachi True was from a friend who also added Adachi False

#ゲッー #persona 4 spoilers #persona 5 spoilers #persona 5 royal spoilers #persona 5 strikers spoilers #p4 #p5 #kommento #moel activity book #// hi um. ough my goodness i was supposed to draw but my tablet was broken for a good while until um .it came back to life #// in the meantime ive been doing this.what the hell it took so long #// if you care.... part 2 has more relevant trivia than this personal nonsense but if you want to learn about me then be my guest !!!#// <- insane in the head

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plasmavamp · 4 years

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... i forgot to continue posting this LOL

he made an enemy with a stormtrooper

#caleb vatore #sims 4 journey to batuu #journey to batuu #calebs journey to batuu #sims 4 gameplay #ts4 gameplay #sims 4 #ts4 #gameplay #lmfao its been like 2 weeks i just fuckin forgot to post all these whoopsies

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weighty-ghosts · 3 years

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‘Blame it on the Firewhisky’ (wolfstar)

Blame it on the Firewhisky, by weightyghosts

“Sirius makes a drunken mistake at a Hufflepuff party and has to find a way to convince Remus that he’s still completely devoted to him. Unfortunately, Sirius is also still very drunk and really just wants to go to sleep.

Aka Remus’ patience is stretched beyond its reasonable limits.

Aka Sirius is a bad doggie.”

Rating: teen

Word Count: 5408 (2 chapters)

Pairing: Remus x Sirius

Published on: February 22, 2021

Warnings: swearing, intoxication, alcohol consumption, infidelity, dub/con (I promise the two people kissing at the beginning of this fic are equally drunk and no one is being taken advantage of, it’s just a misunderstanding- however, if consent and alcohol makes you uncomfy, please skip from “at some point” to “er, I actually have a-”)

https://archiveofourown.org/works/29596605/chapters/72748656

Sirius Black loved snogging. It was rather one of his favourite pastimes (just above tormenting Snivellus), and up until recently, four months and three weeks ago to be exact, he’d thought that snogging was as good as it could get. If he was involved in the snogging, it was bound to be brilliant because he was brilliant at snogging. Ask anyone.

What occurred four months and three weeks ago, was that Sirius discovered there was a way to make kissing even better, to make it a mind-blowing, body-shaking experience. All he had to do was kiss Remus Lupin. And Merlin, did Sirius fucking love kissing Remus Lupin. It quickly became his preferred way to spend his time.

Last week, during a thoroughly delicious snogging session, Sirius briefly considered placing one of his infamous Permanent Sticking Charms on their lips so they never had to part. But that would have impeded his other hobby: consuming firewhisky. (Also occasionally eating and shouting obscenities at his brother, but he could’ve sorted something out.)

The party this evening seemed to have an abundance of both Remus-kisses and firewhisky, and both in excess. It was a raucous affair, in celebration of Hufflepuff’s defeat of Ravenclaw in Quidditch, and boy do those Hufflepuffs know how to throw a party.

He couldn’t be sure how much firewhisky he’d ingested, but seeing as he could hardly stand up straight at the moment, it was safe to assume it had been a lot. There might have also been a butterbeer or two at some point. Or maybe Remus had drunk the butterbeer. Sirius could certainly taste it on his lips now.

His mind swam back into consciousness and he realized there was something hard and uncomfortable pushing into his back. There was also something hard pushing against his front, but it was more soft and pleasant.

His tongue was definitely in action, and he should probably do something with his hands (Remus did enjoy a good bum squeeze during times like these), but it was entirely too much effort to move his arms from their resting place on his boyfriend’s shoulders.

Remus didn’t seem to mind though, judging by the throaty noise he’d just made. It wasn’t a noise Sirius had heard before, but that’s alright. He also seemed to be producing more saliva than usual, but that’s alright too. There was a hand slipping under his shirt, and Sirius sighed happily, making Remus’s shoulders shake with giggles. Remus didn’t often giggle, but that’s alright.

He found a way for his brain to send signals to his limbs again, and slid his hands down Remus’ chest and abdomen, and around to his cute little bum.

“Bloody hell,” Remus whispered, though it didn’t sound like Remus, but that’s al-

Wait. That didn’t sound like Remus?

Sirius sluggishly opened his eyes (not a small feat), and looked up into the bleary, blinking brown eyes of someone that was definitely not his boyfriend. “Agh!” He exclaimed, pushing the person away from him, “The bloody hell’re you doing!”

The person, a bloke, a student, a Ravenclaw by the looks of him, stumbled backwards, tripped over a chair, and fell in what seemed like slow motion, landing on his bottom.

“Whaz’tha for, Black?” The Ravenclaw boy asked indignantly, though his outrage was severely undermined by how much he was slurring his words.

“You were kissing me!”

“You asked m’too!”

“I- what?” Asked him to? Sirius would never ask anyone to kiss him that wasn’t a honey-haired werewolf with a repressed biting kink.

“You dragged m’in here!” The boy said as he slowly stood up. He swayed heavily on his feet before stumbling sideways into a desk, which he managed to keep himself upright with. “Ow. I mean, I think y’did. Someone did the dragging in the...here.”

Ah, good. At least they were both completely shit-faced.

“Well y’shouldn’t snog dunk-drunk people,” Sirius declared, quite righteously, though he had a sneaking suspicion his outrage was also being undermined.

“Neither should you!” The other boy pointed out.

Sirius thought about this for a second, then decided he would rather be doing anything other than thinking. “Fair enough,” he replied pleasantly.

He straightened himself up, taking a deep breath to steady the alcohol he could feel dancing through his veins, and took a step away from the door he’d been leaning against (and the large brass doorknob that had been digging into his back). He walked towards the Ravenclaw, almost tripping over his own feet, and stuck his hand out to shake the boy’s, but missed wildly and jabbed him somewhere south of his ribs. “Whoopsy, sorry, mate.”

The boy waved him off and pushed away from the desk, moving quickly towards the door.

“Hey! I’m going tha’way!” Sirius yelled.

“’S’only one exit, Black.”

Sirius was fairly certain there were two, but he could have been seeing double and therefore didn’t trust his eyes. He nudged the other boy out of the way and opened the door, walking through and blinking into the sudden brightness of the torch-lit hall.

“Where the sweet Circe am I?” He mumbled to himself, not able to remember what part of the castle he was in or how he’d gotten there. Damn Hogwarts for having so many wings and hallways and walls that all look alike.

“Did y’know your hair smells like- like candy floss?” the Ravenclaw slurred, coming up from behind Sirius and leaning in to his side.

“Huh,” Sirius replied distractedly. He had no idea why that would be, and didn’t really care at the moment. Where even were his so-called best friends?

“Y’know what?” The boy asked.

“Mmh?” He tried to focus his eyes on any portraits or landmarks so he could figure out where he was. There seemed to be a fair number of students in the hall; it must not be past curfew yet. How pathetic. Blackout drunk before curfew.

He felt warm puffs of breath on his neck. Was that the painting of the fruit near the kitchens? Were they near the Hufflepuff common room? That rang a bell, didn’t it?

“We should do this again when we’re sober,” the boy said directly into Sirius’ right ear.

“Er, I actually have a- Moony!” Sirius called excitedly when he spotted his boyfriend, relief flooding through him at the sight. Moony will be able to tell him where he is.

Remus was standing very still after just emerging from a hidden door with a few other people Sirius didn’t bother looking at. Remus didn’t look very happy for some reason.

“A what?” The Ravenclaw mumbled questioningly into Sirius’ neck.

A muscle in Remus’ jaw twitched and it was like a switch had been flicked: he stormed over to Sirius, fists clenched, with an absolutely murderous look on his face. Sirius couldn’t help but notice how handsome he was when he wanted to kill someone, his eyes bright and deadly.

“What the fuck are you doing, Sirius?”

“Aw, why’re you grumpy, Moony?” Sirius pouted at his beautiful angry boyfriend.

“Ohh, ’s’this Moony?” The boy asked, lifting his head and circling a heavy arm around Sirius’ shoulders, “I thought y’said, ‘moon me,’ which I thought was a bit, y’know, aggressive since it was our first time snogging.”

Sirius giggled. He was definitely going to ask Remus to moon him later. He was about to tell Remus so, when he noticed the hurt look flash across his face, followed by stone cold fury.

“Snogging?” Remus asked in a deep, dangerous voice.

Sirius frowned at him, then turned to the Ravenclaw boy, having to lean back so their faces weren’t too close. He’d forgotten they’d been accidentally kissing. He looked back at Remus for an explanation for this strange turn of events. Remus was always able to explain things so very well with his smart words.

“I see,” Remus said, and Sirius swore he saw the wolf lurk behind his amber eyes; not the playful wolf who liked to romp around with Padfoot, but the wolf that would tear a human to shreds if given the chance. “Guess you don’t need me around, do you, Sirius?”

“Moony!” Sirius whined, attempting to push the other boy off of him. “It’s not like that! ’S’just a mistake!”

He wished he wasn’t so pissed so he could properly explain to Remus what had happened; he was sure Remus would laugh about it when he knew all the facts. He managed to prop the boy against the door of the classroom, and finally got a good look at him in the warm light. A small laugh escaped his lips.

“Look, Moony, Moons, look, you’re practically twins.”

This wasn’t strictly true. But the boy was tall and lanky, with similarly-coloured hair to Remus’. He whipped his head back to Remus with a grin on his face, the bun on top of his head wobbling carelessly, certain that Remus was about to start laughing with him. He did not.

“Sirius,” he said in that same low voice, “When have you ever known me to wear a fucking Ravenclaw Quidditch jersey?”

Sirius’ eyebrows knitted together in confusion and he looked back at the not-Remus-bloke. Sure enough, he was wearing a blue and bronze Quidditch jersey, an eagle prominently displayed.

“When’d you put tha’ on?” He demanded, suddenly very annoyed with this person he only now hazily recognized from one of his classes. Herbology maybe.

Remus huffed. “Don’t worry, Sirius, I’m sure you can offer to take it off for him. Don’t let me stop you.”

“Noo, Moony! I don’t want to take anything off, it’s-”

But Remus shoved Sirius aside and kept walking down the hall, not noticing, or not caring, that Sirius had tipped over and fallen into a statue of a badger. It gave Sirius a dirty stare for disturbing it, before returning to its regal position upon a boulder.

“Y’r boyfriend doesn’t seem very happy,” the boy stated, helping Sirius stand up, then helping him again when they both fell back over.

“No, I don’t s'ppose he is,” Sirius murmured, brushing off the boy and starting to walk away in the direction Remus went. At least, he was pretty sure it was this way. He called over his shoulder as he went, “Bye, Ravenclaw.”

“M’name’s Benjy!”

“Yeah, yeah, bye, Benny,” Sirius said, waving vaguely behind him and pushing through a group of Hufflepuff girls. His mind was whirling like the first time he tried to apparate, but he managed to focus on one thing: Moony. Moony thinks he cheated on him. His Moony thinks he cheated on him. His Moony is upset.

He has to find his Moony.

Read chapter 2 here!

#wolfstar #wolfstar fanfiction #ficbyweightyghosts #angst and fluff #angst with a happy ending #happy ending #there's infidelity and tears but it's somehow also funny and fluffy?#just trust me #it's cute #marauders #marauders era #hogwarts

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starcats1219 · 3 years

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Intrulogical Week: Day 2 (Science/Art)

For @intrulogicalweek2021

Art of the Heart

Ao3 || 1276 words || qpr intrulogical

Summary: Remus loved to create. Logan did not. Remus shows Logan how much he loves his creativity.

Warnings: swearing

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Remus’ favourite thing to do was create.

No matter what it was. Paintings, sculptures, stories, pictures, creatures, whatever it was, Remus enjoyed it. Of course, Roman loved all those things as well, further cementing how similar the two were. But neither of them enjoyed thinking about that.

Logan's least favourite thing to do was create.

His area of expertise was things that were known. Things that were facts. He could tell you the history of a specific art form, tell you techniques that helped improve it, but every time he attempted to create any sort of art, it always came out looking...wrong. Not wrong in the way Remus' were, where something was just off enough that you could tell, but not enough to tell what it was. His creations were just objectively bad.

Remus didn't think that at all about his partner's art, but he wasn't sure how to get him to believe that. So, he made a plan.

During each of their weekly hangouts as a duo, they would take turns picking an activity for them both to do. Previous activities ranged from stargazing, to making explosives, to playing video games together. This week was Remus' turn, and he intended to use it well.

Right at 7pm on the dot, Remus heard a knock on his door. Opening it, he was greeted by the sight of his partner, smiling softly at him.

"Salutations, Rem."

"Oh get in here, you nerd."

After Logan stepped in the room, Remus immediately shut the door and spun around to face him.

“Ready for tonight, Lo?”

“Of course. What is it you have chosen for tonight?”

Remus gave him a sly smile. “You’ll see.”

With a snap, the two were transferred from Remus’ room to what looked like an art studio. It was messy, supplies crowding tables and floor alike, canvases leaning anywhere there was room. The walls were covered in murals and graffiti, forming beautiful but haunting images that were not easily forgotten. Finally, in the center of the room: two untouched easels and canvases, back to back from each other, and paints and brushes on the accompanying tables. Logan stared at the room in poorly disguised awe, as Remus bounced excitedly next to him.

“Remus this is...satisfactory.”

“Come on, nerdy wolverine! This place is pretty fucking cool, and we both know it!”

“...alright. It is, as you put it, ‘pretty fucking cool’.”

“Aw, I knew you loved me!”

“...I can not argue with those facts.”

After clearing his throat for a moment, Logan continued.

“Now, what exactly are we doing here?”

“Oh, right, I nearly forgot. Whoopsie!”

Remus dragged his partner over to the blank canvases, smiling broadly.

“Tonight, we’re gonna paint for each other! Whatever you want, no limits, just pure creating. Whaddya think?” He waited, anticipating Logan’s answer.

After a moment of hesitation, he nodded, and Remus sighed with relief.

“Well, get to work!”

And so, they began.

After a couple hours, Remus stepped back from his canvas. He had worked hard on this piece. Sure, it wasn’t one of his more...extravagant pieces, but it was for Logan, and he knew Logan would appreciate it.

On the canvas, a galaxy stared back at him. Blues and blacks and purples all swirled together to create space, while planets and stars were added with their bright colours of rock and gas. He had tried to keep everything as accurate as possible for Logan’s sake-he had been the one to teach him about space after all-but he allowed himself some creative liberties. After examining his creation for a moment, he snapped his fingers. There was still one tiny touch he needed to add. He flourished his hands dramatically, and sat back to watch the magic happen.

Slowly, the paint began to move on its own, swirling together, creating an almost glittery sort of look. The stars seemed to actually shine, the planets seemed to actually rotate around themselves, the colours changing slightly as they moved. The painting felt alive, as if it was a living, breathing, thing. Remus had always been good at adding little touches like this to his work.

He glanced over at his partner, seeing him still working. Feeling eyes on him, Logan looked up, meeting Remus’ eyes.

“Have you already finished, Rem?”

“Yep! How about you?”

Logan looked down at his painting for a minute. “I’m afraid I have not completed it yet, apologies.”

“No problem! I’ve had tons of practice, so it makes sense for me to finish first.”

“Correct. May I see what you've done?"

"Of course, Lo!"

He walked over and gasped in surprise when he saw the painting.

"Oh my, that is...satisfactory, Remus."

"Aww, I love you too, Lo!"

Logan blushed slightly, and Remus' grin grew.

"Hey nerd, can I see yours? Even if it's not done?"

"Of course, Re, though I'd have to warn you it isn't very good. Especially compared to something as magnificent as this. Objectively speaking, of course."

"Hey, I'm sure it's amazing. After all, you made it."

Remus walked around to Logans canvas and stared.

The painting was of an octopus. It was relatively simple, orange with bulging yellow eyes. Its tentacles floated around it, the suctions attached. A blue background of the deep sea was behind it, as the octopi rested on the seafloor. Remus noticed small things immediately, how it lacked the level of depth that his own did, or how the colours weren’t blended as perfectly as they could be.

He loved it.

“Lo! You never told me you were an artist!” He gasped dramatically. Sure, he was being a little over the top, but come on, he was creativity for drawing’s sake!

Logan adjusted his glasses as he spoke coldly, “There is no need to patronize me, Remus.”

Remus deflated a bit. He didn’t want his partner to think he was mocking him. He quickly reassured him.

“No Lo, I love it. Really.” He smiled, but Logan didn’t smile back.

“Remus, really. I mean, look at what you’ve done! It’s magnificent! And mine is...painfully mediocre.” He continued to look forward, but his posture sagged slightly, letting Remus know how upset he really was.

“Lo, it’s perfect because you made it. I, frankly, don’t give a damn about the technique or accuracy or anything else. All that matters is that you, my delightful dork, created this, and that’s enough to make me love it.”

“I...thank you, Remus,” Logan adjusted his glasses again, voice wobbling slightly. Remus chose not to comment on that, “that means a lot.”

“Oh, come here you nerd.”

Remus’ favourite thing to do was create.

No matter what it was. Paintings, sculptures, stories, pictures, creatures, whatever it was, Remus enjoyed it. But, his absolute favourite thing to do was create with Logan.

Logan's least favourite thing to do was create.

His area of expertise was things that were known. Things that were facts. He could tell you the history of a specific art form, tell you techniques that helped improve it, but every time he attempted to create any sort of art, it always came out looking...wrong. But, when he and Remus went to their studio, making art for one another of all different kinds, he began to not find his art so awful all the time. Remus helped change his perspective on it, and made him begin to enjoy it.

“Maybe,” he would say one day to his partner as they sat in the studio, mirroring their positions of their first time there, painting for one another, “maybe art isn’t so bad. When it’s with you, at least.”

And Remus would smile.

#fanfic #ao3 #fanfiction #writing #archive of our own #my fics #sanders sides #logan sanders #remus sanders #intrulogicalweek2021 #intrulogical #science/art #day 2 #art of the heart

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homebody-nobody · 3 years

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So last week lots of jiara writers were posting their wips and we never got to see yours so what are your current wips if you have any?

Yeah see I got tagged but none of mine have titles til right before I publish them so I didnt think I had anything cool to share. I'm honored u thought of me tho!!

Rn I only have four I'm *actively* working on cause I try and keep my workload ~somewhat~ manageable lol

Current title: ana's birthday fic

@rcsales sorry babe this is gonna be like... two months late now. Probly more whoopsie. Basically I promised ana club smut and then I accidentally gave it a storyline and now it's at 21.8k and I still have three more porn scenes to write AND all the respective connective tissue, so. That's where I've been focusing efforts and I know its gonna take me a while to finish yet, but it is the filthiest, most sinful thing I've ever fucking written and I'm not even done with the first smut scene yet, so prepare thyselves

Current title: 'katie's bday fic'

Ditto on the apology to @aarchiess for the tardiness of said gift. This one is much shorter and deadass half way done but I hit a block and am trying to get ana's done first so hopefully I can slam it out in like 2/3 days once I'm done with the epic currently in progress. It's literally just van sex.

Title: 'home (where your heart is set in stone)

This is my roommate fic I have like 8 anons clamoring for and I SWEAR TO GOD GUYS ITS NOT ABANDONED!! I have the entire outline finished and I am still really excited to get working on it again, but I have the previous two fics to finish first.

Title: caught between (the devil and the deep blue sea)

Another multichap that looks forsaken but is not. @aarchiess and I brainstorm for this monster daily and it lives rent free in my head. We r still outlining and chap two is started, with a ton of other scenes half-written and conceptualized, as well. I want to finish the "oneshots" first n then slam out at least two chaps of home before I fully body this fic, but Katie works on it a lot in small pieces and we r both excited to share it with y'all

Floating ideas:

Engineering school au collab with @yellowlaboratory

5/6 n 1 abt ~sinful things~ collab with @hvitstark

A band au with rockstar!JJ and reporter!Kie that will probs be my next multichap after home and caught between are done

And about a million others that float around in my brain that I keep ~meaning to get to~

Anyway, thanks SO much for asking, and hopefully this is an answer to the anons that keep asking abt the multichaps... I'm sorry for ignoring y'all I get ~anxious~ lol. I swear I'm writing!! I just also started my first Big Kid 9-5 so I dont have as much time to spend on fic, and I've been trying to do less screens for mental health reasons, so even if the writing is going at a snail's pace, I promise the idea factory is churning at all waking hours.

#anon #answeres #jiara #jiara fic #obx #obx fic #outer banks #wip #lets talk about fic baby

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rillils · 3 years

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Your Ranma 1/2/mcu crossover with Steve going from smol to mcbeefy needs to be written thnx

lmao I've definitely been thinking too much about this and now it's got a life of its own xD

but like, just think:

the world plotting against steve to make him shift between big/small at the most inconvenient of times

I mean, in this scenario anything can be a hazard to poor steve. it starts raining out of nowhere? oh shit. he spills hot coffee on himself? there we go. crowded night at the pub, somebody jostles somebody else, beer goes splashing in the wrong direction? whoopsie daisy!

actually, just picture this poor guy, the first few weeks after falling in the cursed spring, being extra careful and sipping tiny spoonfuls of soup because he's got no idea if that qualifies as hot water too and he doesn't really wanna find out yet

the curse coming in handy for undercover missions – instant diguise!!

big!steve legit carrying around a thermos of hot water and a (-3 sizes) change of clothes in his backpack just in case he needs to shrink back

steve initially loathing all of this, but then slowly starting to lean into it, learning to exploit all the advantages that come with both his smol and tol selves – you know, the best of both worlds

steve occasionally forgetting which body he's in at the time

trying to squeeze his beefy self into tiny spaces only to get stuck and then realize

smol!steve springing to his feet while he's arguing with bucky over his latest steve-y stunt, expecting to come up to eye level with him and ending up glowering at bucky’s chest instead

btw can we picture all of this... versatility being exploited in the bedroom too, because there's no way he and bucky wouldn't play around with it (again, the best of both worlds!!)

#shippinglikeusps #stucky #steve rogers #thank you so much for giving me the chance to rant about this xD #i gotta stop thinking about it now lol

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justfangirlthingies · 3 years

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HEYY BESTIE i just read treat you better and its so good??:8/77:; LIKE??? YEAH DRACO U BETTER TREAT HER BETTER!!! when r u posting part 2 😙😙 i cant wait for it btw YUPPP 👍🏻👍🏻👍🏻

THANK YOU SO MUCH LOVELY!!! 🥺🥺🥰💖🥰

I hope to get it done sometime this week, school's just really been stressing me out lately and I finally have time to breathe again. not a lot of time but time nonetheless

I would've worked on it today, but my body decided to take a 9+ hour afternoon+evening+night-nap whoopsies! 😅😅

#ask me stuff #dearest anon #patience #I still need to write it #and I want it to be good #XD #<3

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abigailnussbaum · 4 years

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The Boys 2x07 - 2x08

I’m actually not going to say much about the first of these episodes, which was enough of a table-setting hour that I didn’t even bother giving it its own review. There are, as usual, a few well-crafted moments that show off the thoughtfulness that this show applies to its characters and worldbuilding - Maeve’s silent reaction when Annie asks her to come with her; the realization that horrible as she is, Stormfront is still a better parent than Homelander is or could ever be. But the for the most part it’s just setting things up for the finale (and next season).

Also, this is not the point of my discussion of the finale or the season as a whole, but it does need to be acknowledged that both Annie and Rebecca are made to apologize to their love interests for things they have no business apologizing for. “After everything I did to you”, Annie says to Hughie. What... what did she do? Aside, that is, from holding him to account for his own behavior? (Some of which, like his role in the death of Translucent, he is still lying to her about.) S2 seems to be working really hard to make Hughie its moral center, with both Annie and Billy using him as a sort of external conscience, which is really hard to justify given everything we know about him, and undermines Annie considerably as a character. You want to explore her darkness? Great - episode 6 did that really well. But Hughie doesn’t have to be a paragon for that to happen.

This, however, is not my main reaction to the episode or the season. Several times over the last few weeks I’ve found myself thinking that S2 of The Boys was going to be about getting from here to there. You see this sometimes - a show comes out of the gate with a gangbusters first season, something really thought-through and exciting. But also something that is very much about itself rather than an opening volley for a continuous story. And when the writers sit down to write season 2, they realize that they’ve left themselves in a bind - maybe you’ve broken up interesting pairings or teams; maybe you killed off your most magnetic character; maybe you’ve locked everyone in a situation that will make future stories impossible. So the next season becomes about getting all the pieces and players to a place where you can start telling stories again.

Watching the finale, however, my reaction to it was that it was taking the show from here to where it started. It’s almost shocking, how hard this finale works to put every destabilizing plot element from the end of the first season back in the toybox. The Boys are no longer fugitives. MM and Frenchie get to go back to their lives. A-Train goes back to the Seven. Annie is back in her old outfit. Ryan gets packed off into CIA foster care. They re-refrigerate Rebecca (I’m not quite over that one - imagine knowing enough to realize that the saintly dead wife is a tired trope, and revealing that she’s alive and has an agenda of her own, and then killing her again; between that and the Girls Get Things Done combo attack on Stormfront, there’s a real whiff of Avengers: Endgame about the whole affair). Sure, there are a few new details - Hughie is supposedly going to get some distance from Billy, and goes to work for a congresswoman who is, unbeknownst to him, a supervillain - but for the most part the episode gives off the feeling that this entire season has been a whoopsie, a hurried, tire-screeching U-turn with no plot or thematic weight.

What’s meant to distract us from this, of course, are the Nazis. And I’m not going to say that there hasn’t been some good stuff on that front during this season, or even in this episode - Stormfront’s line, “they agree with me; they just don’t like the word Nazi” slides in like a knife. But it also encapsulates the problem with this entire storyline - that once you introduce the idea of a Nazi superhero, “superhero” stops being the most important, or scariest, word in that combination.

You see this, of course, in the way that the plotline is resolved, with the public categorically rejecting Stormfront once they find out she’s a Nazi. And you know what? I’d take that. I’d sign up to live in a world where there’s a non-zero chance of being disintegrated by a stray speedster or catching a heat-ray intended for someone else, if it was also one in which the public was so immediately hostile to Nazism that it could strangle your career and movement in its crib to be credibly called one. Because that is a better world than the one we’re currently living in. And, well, if you’re writing a supposedly trenchant political commentary and your satirical world is less horrible than the real one, something has gone seriously wrong.

The thing is, The Boys has a pretty serious problem. It can’t be a pure superhero story, because that would very quickly expose the hollowness of its critique of superheroes - you can’t mock corporate girl power posturing in episode 3 and then revel in it yourself in episode 8 without revealing how little you actually have to say. But when it tries to be political, it keeps running up against the problem that the ills it uses superheroes to expose - capitalism, racism, militarism, evangelical christianity - are a hell of a lot scarier on their own than the metaphor that’s being used to expose them.

That’s a thorny problem in its own right, but the show’s response to it is positively glib. Not only does blowing the whistle on Stormfront immediately shut down that entire storyline, but the show then wastes no time in pivoting to set up next season’s story arc, “what if Alexandria Ocasio-Cortez was a supervillain?” The implied equivalence isn’t just galling, it retroactively makes everything that worked about the Stormfront storyline seem shallow and insincere, the show posturing rather than making a genuine political critique.

After two seasons, I think we have to conclude that this is a show that works really well on the anthropological level - given a situation, it explores it with great insight and creativity, and in a way that connects to real-world ills in surprising and illuminating ways. That worked really well in the first season, when we were just learning the show’s world. But when asked to tell a story in that world, the show stumbles horribly, failing at almost every level. The characters remain strong, and those anthropological insights are still sometimes sharp enough to make the entire thing seem worthwhile. But at this point I’m struggling to imagine how The Boys can justify its continued existence. Maybe, having rebooted their setting so thoroughly, the writers can now get around to figuring out a story to tell within it. But I have to say, I’m not very hopeful.

#the boys

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obeymematches · 3 years

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Heya! I hope you’re not too swarmed by requests and that you’re staying healthy 💕 I was hoping for an obey me matchup if that’s okay?

I’m a cis bi girl, ENTP/ENFP, Capricorn sun, Virgo moon, Sagittarius rising (if you’re into astrology these are helpful otherwise just ignore uwu) and a Gryffindor. I have short blonde-ish hair, kind of a golden color ig, with bangs and hazel eyes. I’m a bit tanned and very VERY buff because I do loads of sports, and so I’m also not curvy at all unless you count in *cough* 🍑 My clothing style is kind of a melting pot of cottagecore, dark academia and goth, it makes no sense ik. Also I may have light autism according to my parents, but I’ve never been taken to get diagnosed because my brother has a therapist and two would be too ✨expensive✨

I have two very distinct sides to me that are complete opposites. The only way I can describe it is a goblin qkfbkafjwk. At first glance lot of people think I’m scary looking because I’m quite tall and have a light case of RBS but they dont know it’s just because I’m really tired all the time :) I can appear as a bit stuck up, emotionless and as a big pp energy type of gal, which isnt necessarily false but it’s not completly true either. I would never hurt anyone or anything and if I even see a squashed bug I will absolutely cry. Besides that I am quite emotional but i keep it to myself to my best abilities. Although when I’m happy, I’m really hyper and do little dances/ hug and kiss everything in my proximity. I’m dirty minded, subconsciously flirty and not afraid to talk to people I like. On the other hand, if someone makes an advance on me I’ll assume it’s for a practical joke or that they’re not serious because why would you do that, I’m kind of shit 💫🧚‍♀️

I do tons of sports, mainly swimming and I was close to going to junior Olympics last year (I didnt manage it because I overworked, didnt tell anyone and ended up with an injured shoulder and knee whoopsies). I also pole dance and I love high impact sports like boxing and such even though I don’t have a lot of time to practice those. Some other stuff I can do is horse riding, archery, singing, writing, drawing, stuff like that.

I actually have good grades even though I dont really study. I procrastinate every single thing and end up with better results than the people who worked hard which always makes me feel guilty. I really want to study English literature at Oxford but HAHAHAHA dream on, it will probably never happen, my family isnt exactly the rich kind lol. I’m also Slavic so it isnt even my first language. The only subject I could never do in high school was physics because what the hell is that.

Some other stuff about me is that I’m a foodie and a good cook. I really like taking care of people and comforting them. In my friend group despite being the youngest I’m the eldest sibling friend, aka I enable chaos but never join in, just stirr up a mess and observe from afar 🤠I’m really calm in situations that freak people out, for example I had an infection and was in a lot of pain but i laughed my way through it and while i had my surgery i chatted with the nurse which was overall a good time even though I was half naked and numb from the waist down oop

Relationship wise, not to be horny on main but I just wanna hold hands and make out 🥺🥺 Feelings are terrifying and I may be demi/aromantic which makes me feel really shitty about myself, but maybe I’m wrong. Although to be honest, all I really wanna do is make people happy and pamper them and maybe get some cute jewelry every once in a while because I’m a crow and I like shiny things that I cant afford ✌I’m kind of submissive (not exclusively in a sexual way) in the fact that if my s/o asks me to do something, ANYTHING, I will do it if it kills me.

Anyways, I know this is a lot but I hope it’s okay and I didnt forget anything. Take all the time you need and have a great day 💕💕

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Hiiii, thank you for sending in a request, i’m sorry for being like half a year late!! :( :(

I decided to match you with Diavolo!

Both of you being extroverted is a good combination as he is a very curious demon, meaning there is always something to talk about. Both of you enjoying others’ company is a huge bonus - no need to worry about boundaries!

big booty couple

Don’t worry about therapy being expensive, if anyone then a prince can afford that for sure - not just that, he is as wholesome as it can get so you wouldn’t have to metion it. He wants the best for his princess!!! don’t mind the cost!!! (unless him paying for you would make you uncomfy… just be open about it darling)

You mentioned that you have a sibling. In a healthy relationship it is important that your partner and your sibling(s) can get along, which might lead to conflict in some cases - BUT NOT IN THIS ONE i mean Dia might overwhelm your family (being a prince and a demon u know) but he would really try his best for you and that is what matters!

(i feel appearig tired all the time fghjk)

Anyways your appearance wouldn’t like scare him off ar anything. Man is huge and strong but also a very sweet himbo

He falls for your soft side ngl. Like you crying over a bug is just so cute how could he not-

Oh darling he knows how to deal with ppl who keep to themselves.. have you ever heard about his 2 best men? 👀 you wouldn’t have much chance at keeping your emotions from him. He wants this relationship to be healthy!! he cares for you so much!!! also who couldve hurt you emotionally i mean who wants to mess with a future queen… it’s his personal job to make your feelings be safe!!!!

its all worth it because spending time with a happy you is the best thing that has ever happened to him

you’re fun and he’s fun and its unlimited fun!!!!!

your confidence when it comes to talking to ppl you like is great!! not everyone dares talking to him, which makes him lonely

but yea he is going to be the one to make the first move

you have the range when it coes to sports which is, again, nice as he is curious. you are going to have to help him try out all that!!

super interested in your hobbies and activities, which is a green flag! definitely indulging.

i think he is very supportive of your studies and he is going to do his best to support your studies at RAD. you could definitely impress him with your talent!!

hopefully studying at his academy is as good as your dreams of oxford

he can only hope that

i think he would appraciate your calm approach to life! he is also the same, although he has some baggage hidden under the surface - but no worries, he is going to open up when he realizes that he can trust you with his emotions.

you beig dependable is also a nice bonus, but he will have to make sure not to ask too much from you - knowing you are going to push yourself too much if needed.

you two would do like healthy couples do - every week there is a date; either a chat over tea which he likes and wants to share with you, or doing sports with you, or going go-karting, honestly the options are unlimited with this combination.

its imprtant that you both can depend on the other emotionally as well

one conflict might be because of his title, and also because you both tend to keep emotions to yourself. once you two can overcome these i think it should be a very healthy and mature and fun relationship! i think he would definitely fall for you but if you wanted to stay just friends he would be down too. he just can’t lose the one living person he can actually be himself around, can he ?

#obey me #obey me swd #om! diavolo #obey me diavolo #obey me matchup #obey me match-up #obey me swd matchup #obey me shall we date #submission

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Hello! Idk if you still accepting ficlet prompt or not, but if you do, would you mind if I request a combination of 2 fluff prompts between 52. “i’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice.” and 18. “are you that desperate?” “for you, yes.”, for OPM ship Batarou? Thank you very much 🙏💖

Whoopsie, I went a little wild with this one... well, you didn’t give me any word count and I was very inspired by the shameless flirt so I included prompts 55, 61, 62 and 63 as well. Thanks Anon, I had so much fun!! Hope y’all will like it!

Fandom: One Punch Man Ship: Batarou Word count: 4k Summary: Lately, Badd has been haunted by a ghost. Kinda. It looks like a guy with white spiky hair, but Badd's the only one to see it. It's following him everywhere, and it's able to help him fight monsters, and it Won't. Stop. Flirting.

Read under the cut or read on AO3!

A Ghost Story

***

There have been better days, Badd sighs to himself. The rain that ruined his carefully stylished hair this morning, the Hero Association meeting that took his entire afternoon, the busy traffic that almost made him late for his ice cream appointment with Zenko, the empty fridge that has him walking to the nearest nightshop at this late hour.

“You look amazing tonight,” a predatory voice purrs behind him.

Ah, yes. And the ghost that has been following him for days and won’t shut the fuck up.

“You’re still here, huh?” Badd asks without thinking, and immediately regrets it.

“Not like I’ve got anywhere else to be, dumbass,” the ghost replies, and Badd suddenly feels tired. He’s heard this shit, like, a thousand times already, and it’s been less than a week. “You should have registered by now. Nobody’s that stupid.”

“Hey, watch it, asshole,” Badd grunts defensively. “‘s been a long day, okay?”

“Oh yeah? How come I didn’t see any of that?”

There’s a smirk in the ghost’s tone, and Badd doesn’t even need to turn around to know there’s a teasing look printed on its face.

“Not every hard day is about fighting, y’know. Regular human stuff is exhausting too.”

“Right,” the ghost says, and there’s a pout in that.

Badd walks through the night shop's door and automatically goes for the drink aisle. He knows the ghost comes in too, but it mercifully keeps quiet.

It first appeared after Badd killed a random tiger-level monster on his way back from Zenko’s school. It has the form of a dude with strange white, spiky hair. A dude who looks like he practises a lot of sport - something contact-ish, martial arts, maybe. At first Badd thought it really was a random guy that had arrived after the monster was dead, but then the thing had followed him everywhere, claiming it was stuck with him, and Badd had realized he was the only one to see it. Creepy.

Now the ghost - that’s all Badd can think of to describe it - is part of his life, whether he likes it or not. It usually appears at night, when it’s dark outside, maybe cuz it doesn’t like daylight or some shit. Except it also appears each time Badd is in a fight. Even in plain day. Hell if he knows why.

“Keep the change,” he tells the cashier before heading back home with a fresh bottle of coke. He’s addicted to it these days. Can’t sleep early, so he might as well treat himself with something sweet while he endures endless conversations with the thing.

“I’ve always wanted to try it,” the ghost says conversationally as soon as they’re out in the street, because of course it won’t keep quiet any longer. God, Badd feels so tired.

“I’d gladly share it with you, but, you know,” he replies as mockingly as he can, turning around and slightly shaking the bottle before opening it and taking a long sip. He makes a show of savouring it just because he can and the thing can’t. It can’t touch anything real, actually, and isn’t that a fucking ghost thing?

Except it does manage to hit monsters in fights. It has happened before. Weird.

The ghost narrows its eyes at him and crosses its arms, but a twisted smile stretches its lips.

“Yeah, but you offered anyways. See? You’re cute when you’re half asleep.”

It really Won’t. Stop. Teasing.

Will it?

***

It’s two in the afternoon when he gets a call from the Hero Association. There’s a demon level threat across town, he’s the closest S-class hero around. He immediately goes to the location they sent him - he was bored anyway.

He’s surprised by the looks of the monster once he’s there. For its level, it happens to be… small, actually. Not even the size of a human being. It jumps in and out of sight, hides behind public bins, and destroys buildings as if they were nothing.

Shit. That one’s gonna be a pain in the ass.

“Fucking finally,” an unexpected, hungry voice hisses behind him, and he realizes he almost forgot about The Thing.

It’s been two entire weeks and he almost bloody forgot.

“Stay outta my way,” Badd orders, his grip tightening on his bat, his eyes searching the place to find the monster back. It’s gonna be complicated enough without the ghost distracting him.

“Yeah, right,” the voice laughs next to him.

“Dude, I really have no time for yer -”

He stops mid-sentence because there is suddenly a building collapsing beside him, and he doesn’t even have time to swear before he gets a glimpse of the monster across the street. It seems like it is avoiding contact, staying out of reach -

And then, in a blur, the ghost rushes past him to throw itself on the monster.

Literally.

He can’t make out what happens after that, not amongst the dust from the demolition, so he runs after them.

When he finds them back, the monster lies motionless on the floor. The ghost is casually sitting on a rubble, an arm thrown around its knee, a ferocious smile spreading wide on its face.

“Gosh, I’ve missed this,” it says as if it were talking about going for a walk in the sun.

It looks that refreshed, at least. Neat.

“What the shit?!” Badd barks, because even though he’s impressed, he doesn’t like losing control of the situation.

“Not the first time I give you a hand, you know. No big deal.”

“I would’ve handled this perfectly well on my own, thank you very much.”

“Yeah, and you would’ve destroyed the entire fucking city, so, you’re welcome.”

“Ghost, I swear -”

“Oh, honey, I thought we were past that,” the ghost says with an exaggerated hurt look.

“Past what?” Badd asks confusedly.

“I have a name, you know.”

“No, I don’t.”

“What?”

The ghost looks genuinely surprised, and it shouldn’t, but it makes Badd feel extremely satisfied.

“You never mentioned it. Your name.”

“I - really?”

The ghost shakes its head with an incredulous chuckle. It gets up from the rubble, comes a few steps closer, and presents Badd its hand.

“Call me Garou.”

Badd shouldn’t try to shake that hand. It doesn’t exist. His own hand would pass through it and he’d look like a fucking moron.

But he’s curious, so he does it anyway.

And it turns out it feels exactly like a regular handshake.

“Hi. I’m Badd.”

***

He his a martial art type of guy.

Badd has seen him in enough fights to know for sure now. It’s not just the vibe and the looks - whenever they’re in a fight, the ghost Garou uses sharp, precise techniques Badd could only dream of.

Not that he’s interested in martial arts, but he has to admit it’s quite effective.

Especially when Garou single-handedly brings strong ass opponents down like that.

Hot.

“Pfff, no fun,” Garou sighs, disappointed, before coming back to Badd. He always does. Something to do with him being physically unable to wander too far away from his human host, or some shit.

“It isn’t supposed to be fun, but whatever,” Badd points out while poking at his own enemy with his bat, just to check. It’s dead alright.

“You say that because you’re not strong enough to have a good time.”

“Right,” Badd says. He has given up on reacting to Garou’s teasing. It’s no use.

“Maybe you’d be more useful in fights if you weren’t so busy staring at me,” Garou goes on.

Badd only raises a very unamused eyebrow at him.

“I’ve seen the way you look at me when you think I don’t notice,” his ghost insists with that stupid, smug expression of his. He even - wait, was that a bloody wink?

“Urgh, I’m gonna be sick,” Badd tiredly mumbles as he turns around to leave the scene. Now that the fight is over, Garou will soon disappear for the rest of the day. Meanwhile, there’s a piano recital Badd needs to attend.

To be honest, he’s getting used to this whole ghost thing. Garou can handle himself in a fight. Hell, he can even be of some real use, Badd has to give him that.

Such a shame he’s that much of a big mouth. It’s been almost a month now, and his lame pickup lines still exhaust him.

***

When the evening is quiet and the weather is soft, Badd loves to just sit on the wooden stairs behind his house and chill. Zenko often joins him, and they chat, or she just reads a book until it’s time for her to get to bed.

That time was half an hour ago. Now Badd is alone with Tama, purring loudly in his lap as he pets her, and he simply enjoys doing nothing.

He doesn’t really notice the nightfall.

“It’s late,” a familiar voice says in a sugar-coated tone. “Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

Badd tilts his head to find his ghost in his usual sitting position, one elbow casually resting on his knee, a few steps higher.

He recognizes the question for what it actually is: an attempt at starting some small talk. He’s not in the mood, so he shrugs, and suppresses a grimace when the gesture makes his bandaged shoulders sting a bit. Then he shifts to find a more comfortable position and resumes petting Tama without answering.

Garou doesn’t insist. Nice.

They spend a moment like that, in silence, and with the light breeze brushing his washed hair, Badd thinks he could fall asleep right there. The adrenaline of the fight he’s had this afternoon has finally worn off, and he feels tired, but in a good way - it’s a physical weariness, not the nervous tension he’s been used to lately.

After a while, his ghost is talking again, and it would annoy Badd if not for the genuine curiosity in his voice.

“Just wanted to ask, about earlier… How did you do that?”

“What d’ya mean?”

“I saw that monster beat the shit out of you,” Garou says, and he sounds suspicious. “You were out, man. How the fuck did you get up and win after that?”

“Not thanks to you, asshole,” Badd groans, but there isn’t any bite to it. He’s actually smirking a little.

“That kind of brute? Not my style,” his ghost snorts with a disgusted expression. “Besides, I wanted to see how you’d manage without me, and… shit, I still don’t know what I’ve seen.”

Badd doesn’t know what he’s done to make an impression on fucking Killing Machine Garou, but hell if he doesn’t secretly feel very pleased.

“Just some good old fighting spirit,” he replies in a carefully neutral tone.

“Come again?”

“Y’know. When you get all angry at stuff. Makes you go wild.”

“You… were angry,” Garou repeats incredulously.

“Well, duh! Wasn’t gonna let that jackass waste any more of my time,” Badd explains blandly, and he doesn’t get what’s so hard to understand.

He turns to watch Garou, and catches him staring right back, eyes wide in a shocked expression. Then the ghost bursts out laughing, and it startles Badd, because it isn’t one of his damn chuckles: it’s an actual, full-throated laugh.

“What?” he asks, not knowing if he should feel cheerful or offended.

“You’re really something else,” Garou wheezes, theatrically pretending to wipe a tear away. “Man, I wish you’d killed my last host sooner - where were you all this time?!”

“You mean, that tiger level monster back when I met ya?”

“Yep,” Garou nods, sobering up a little. “I’ve been stuck with it for years. Never been so bored in my whole sorry existence. The bastard spent most of its time hiding from humans.”

“Why didn’t you kill it?”

“Because I can’t, obviously. I can touch my hosts, but I’m physically unable to harm them. I thought you’d figured that much out,” Garou explains, and his voice is regaining its teasing tone already.

“So that’s why you still haven’t tried to killed me,” Badd deadpans, feeling a little more up for banter than a moment ago.

“That, and also, who would you talk to if you didn’t have me?”

“Yeah, yeah, let’s pretend I’m not the one who’d kick your ass, why don’t we.”

“SAY WHAT??”

***

Garou doesn’t know exactly where he is during the day, when his host isn’t involved in a fight. Time passes differently, and for the most of it, he isn’t really conscious. It’s like he’s in some kind of stasis. And then, when he’s awake, he’s full of energy in a way humans probably can’t imagine. He wants to talk, to run, to explode and to scream. He wants to exist.

That’s why he likes fighting so much. It makes him feel useful. It makes him feel real. It’s the proof that he can leave his mark on a world he sometimes doubts he’s a part of. He’s had countless years to train, and he’s become strong - strong enough that he’s having a good time whatever the enemy.

But, well, fighting isn’t everything. He’s had dozens of hosts, and he’s never been able to walk too far away from them without slipping into his awkward rest mode again - only to find himself stuck with the same host when he wakes up again. Which always turns up to be incredibly boring. Between humans who mostly sleep at night and monsters who sometimes don’t talk at all, Garou has learnt the hard way that he’s, in fact, a talkative guy. And isn’t that a great thing to be when the only being in the whole universe who can see and hear you is your current host?

Garou has had his fair share of boredom, to say the least.

“Hey, dipshit, you awake?”

That’s why he’s more than happy with his new host.

“When have you seen me sleep before?” Garou replies with a playful smirk, tilting his head towards the voice.

It’s dark, and he’s outside, leaning his shoulder against the external wall of the house, arms crossed onto his chest. Badd is standing a few paces further and is giving him a vaguely annoyed look.

“Haven’t heard what I just said, have ya? We’re goin’ for a walk. Come on.”

“Why, babe, it almost sounds like a date,” Garou teases in his cheesiest tone.

“We’re out of food for Tama,” Badd goes on, unbothered, as if Garou hadn’t spoken at all. Damn, he’s good at ignoring him.

“Guess it can’t be helped,” Garou sighs loudly, trying very hard not to give away how eager he actually is to just… do something. Anything.

“Don’t make that face. We’ll make a lil’ detour by that shitty park - you know the one. Who knows what we might find there, at such an hour?” Badd grins, shifting his grip on his bat, and it seems like he’s eager, too.

Yeah, Garou thinks with an amused expression as he follows Badd into the street, that’s got to be his best host ever. Badd does sleep, of course, but far less than the average human - or, well, much later, so there’s that. He’s a hero, so he’s involved in more battles than Garou can count - and he’s good at fighting, in his own way. Not exactly the fast, calculated fighting Garou is used to, but rather a raw, brutal style, with a strength and a resilience that has forced Garou’s admiration more than once (meaning his host probably won’t die on him anytime soon - not that Garou would let that happen, anyway). Last but not least, Badd is fun to talk to, even if Garou’s constant teasing never seems to pull any reaction out of him - and that’s new, because all his previous hosts had let him get to their nerves so easily, but Badd won’t even acknowledge his little game, which is fun, too.

It’s fun because it allows him to push as far as he wants without risking damaging the balance they have found, and the domesticity of it is making him more relaxed than he’s ever been.

The park is quiet and empty when they get there. Garou tries not to feel frustrated, and fails. He’s glad he can stretch his legs a little, but he really could use some action right now. It’s been days since they last were in a fight.

“Shit, we’ll have to actually buy food for your stupid cat, won’t we,” Garou mutters.

“Don’t call her that,” Badd snaps, looking down at his phone. “But yeah, looks like everything’s fine tonight. Let’s go before the nightshop closes.”

So Badd won’t react to shameless flirting, but he will defend his goddamn cat. Garou smiles as he stores the information for later use, and makes to turn around and leave - except he doesn’t.

He suddenly feels like his whole body is being weighed down. He frowns down at his feet and insists.

He stays perfectly still.

“Well, well,” a smug voice says, “That’s a pretty friend you’ve got here, Metal Bat.”

Garou furrows his brow harder. There’s a man approaching - a random dude, all dressed up in a suit, hands in his pockets. On Garou’s left, Badd moves freely to face the newcomer.

“I dunno what yer talkin’ about,” his host says, sounding only mildly annoyed. “Who the fuck are you?”

“Thomas J. Lambert, at your service,” the guy introduces himself with assurance as he comes to a stop right before Badd. His attitude exhales cockiness and audacity. Garou already hates him.

“Never heard of ya,” Badd casually drops, as unimpressed as he always is. Which seems to suck a little of the fun out of the guy. Oh, he’s really good at this.

“Well, let’s just say that I’m an esper with… very specific abilities,” the douchebag goes on, and he sounds just a tad irritated. “I can feel the aura of your pet from miles away,” he adds, not even bothering to glance in Garou’s direction.

What a prick.

“I can hear you, y’know,” Garou interjects.

“And I can interact with it, too. My power is keeping it paralyzed as we talk,” Thomas Jerk What’s-His-Name goes on, and he still won’t spare a glance at Garou. Badd does, though.

“Ya better hurry up and spit out what ya wanna say already,” he mutters, expression halfway between nonplussed and upset.

“It’s simple, really. I can rid you of this parasite - in exchange for financial compensation, naturally.”

“Oi! I’m right here,” Garou repeats louder, because he is beginning to lose his patience. He tries against his invisible restraints, without success.

His host is silent for long enough that Garou looks back up at him, and he is stunned to see Badd is grinning slightly.

Like he finds this whole situation funny.

The bastard.

“I’d make you a special price, of course,” Mr Jackass is still saying. “It would be my pleasure to help a S-Class hero out. What do you say?”

There’s a short silence.

Then Badd makes the most self-satisfied, shit-eating smile Garou has ever seen.

“How much would that be, exactly?”

“YOU ABSOLUTE ASSHO-”

“OKAY! Okay! Jesus,” Badd laughs, before turning back to the guy. “Sorry, fella, that’s… kind of you, I guess? but I’m not interested.”

“Are you certain, sir? Just think about it,” the son of a bitch insists. “I’m sure a hero like you could use a little peace at night.”

“Nah, I’m fine, thanks. Let him go, we’re moving,” Badd says as he begins to walk towards the exit of the park - only for the guy to block his way, hands lifted in a soothing attitude.

“What about the next host, then? Surely you wouldn’t willfully condemn someone to wear that burden after you.”

“Someone would hafta kill me first, and it ain’t for so soon.” Badd is probably starting to feel pissed, because he’s articulating every word distinctly, voice low and threatening. “I said I’m not interested. Let. Him. Go.”

The brat suddenly seems hesitant, but the pressure around Garou’s body doesn’t lessen. What is he playing at? No one in their right mind would want to get on Badd’s ner-

“I didn’t want it to come to this,” the walnut says, and his voice doesn’t sound human at all anymore.

Three things happen simultaneously. The force blocking Garou slightly diminishes, allowing him to take a single, difficult step forward. Badd falls down on one knee, as if he is now being crushed. And the suit of the esper tears itself apart, revealing a slender figure with what looks like a second pair of arms.

A monster.

“Can’t say I was expecting to run into Metal Bat today,” the monster crackles, and its face doesn’t have anything human left either. “But you happen to be linked to a very powerful creature. I need to kill it to absorb its energy.”

“As if,” Garou snarls, taking another heavy step forward, struggling to regain more control over his body. Come on. Come on!

“I can’t have you protecting that thing,” the monster goes on, as if it doesn’t know how to shut the fuck up anymore. “But I don’t mean you any harm. We don’t have to be enemies. I’ll just keep you still while I take care of it.”

From the corner of his eye, Garou sees Badd brace himself on his bat and start to get up, but the monster points a finger at him, and he’s sent back to his knees.

The pressure on Garou loosens up a little more.

That fucker can’t immobilize us both completely, he realizes.

He tentatively straightens himself up and rolls his shoulders. His muscles feel heavy and slow as they strain against the still-there tension, but they obey him. He smirks. I can work with that.

“Your pet is still too weakened to overcome me, any-”

The monster is interrupted as Garou tackles it to the ground.

The close up fight is messy - a bit too much for Garou’s liking. He has to put all his focus on every move he makes, and even like that, he can feel how uncharacteristically slow and weak his attacks are.

“Shit,” he hisses against his better judgement when the monster hits him square in the shoulder. It doesn’t exactly hurt, but it does make him take a step back, and damn, he should have ducked that one.

He knows he should go for the arms. If he could tear one or two off, he’d have more room to use his usual techniques. But the esper knows better than to let Garou get too close, which is infuriating. It constantly jumps just out of reach, and only hits when Garou’s momentum prevents him from reacting in time.

I could use some fucking fighting spirit right now, Garou thinks, and he almost chuckles at the thought. Badd’s style isn’t always the most refined, but in Garou’s position, he’d probably still have enough raw strength to beat the shit out of that motherfucker.

Shame Badd isn’t in Garou’s position. The esper had said it’d concentrate on keeping the hero out of this, which is why Garou can move at all. Big fucking A.

Garou is pulled out of his thoughts as something punches him hard in the stomach, and the hit sends him flying a few feet away. “Dammit,” he swears as he raises to his feet again, reaching to the trail of blood that leaks from his mouth with trembling fingers.

He’s already getting tired.

And the monster only seems to become faster with each passing moment.

Its attacks still aren’t powerful enough to cause any serious injury, but time isn’t playing in Garou’s favor here.

I need to end this, he thinks. The sooner the better. He takes a deep breath and shifts his weight on his feet. He won’t win by his usual ways. He needs to rely less on the speed he currently doesn’t have, and to focus more on the few hits he can land if he wants to -

Right behind him, the monster emits something that might be a giggle, and Garou realizes it’s must closer than he’d thought.

He startles, turns on his heels, puts his guard up and braces himself -

The monster is hit by a metal bat on its side and violently crushes into the trees nearby, leaving greenish, fuming fluids all over the place.

Badd is standing in its place, and his face is maculated in red.

“You’re bleeding,” his host informs him, slightly out of breath.

Garou can’t believe this guy.

“I’m - ?! Dude, your face! What happened?”

“Hit myself,” Badd shrugs, swinging his now red-and-green bat on his shoulder, keeping an eye on the monster’s form where it landed. “To clear my mind of that jerk’s shit.”

“You -”

Garou trails off, because he needs a while to process this. A few paces away, the monster wiggles sluggishly - it isn’t dead yet, as the slight pressure still weighting Garou down should have let him know, and they should go on and finish it now, but he’s too stunned to get a move on.

So instead, he blinks and lets himself slip into more familiar ground as he cracks a flirtatious smile.

“Really? You hit your own head with your fucking bat just to give me a hand?” he grins cockily. “Man, are you that desperate?”

“For you, yes,” Badd states - he doesn’t whisper it, he doesn’t shy away from it, he states it, loud and plain, like it’s the most obvious thing in the world.

Like it doesn’t make Garou suddenly feel warm all over.

For the first time ever, he doesn’t know what to say.

“Oh, so you’re the biggest bloody flirt there is, but I can’t flirt back?” Badd teases him with an all too knowing grin, before casually walking to the monster and delivering it the final blow.

Garou can feel his invisible restrains vanishing, but he still doesn’t know how to move. Or how to talk, for that matter.

“Come on,” Badd laughs as he shakes his bat to rid it of the monster’s gore. “If we run, we can make it to the nightshop in time to buy Tama’s food.”

“Wait-” Garou yells after him. “Wait, did you actually -”

“Come on!” Badd yells back, tone playful, and he’s already gone.

For a few more seconds, Garou just stands there, arms stupidly hanging at his sides, mind gone completely blank. Then a wide, amused, unbelieving smile spreads on his face, and he chases after Badd.

He’s blushing hard, but he can’t bring himself to care.

Badd cares.

And they have all the time in their intertwined lives to figure things out.

#one punch man #opm #ask #prompt #garou #metal bat #badd #batarou #shameless flirt #ghost story #kinda #ficlet #fic #original content

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theexecutionerssong · 5 years

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Anon requested my top 5 Elu moments, which turned into my top 10 Elu moments with music because music is my everything and my gifsets have a mind of their own, whoopsie

1. Reflections, because it felt like Lucas’s world stopped. The voices faded to the background as soon as Eliott walked into the room, the piano got louder, and Eliott, who knew exactly what he was doing, looked up straight into Lucas’s eyes, as if knowing they were already on him. And something shifted. Lucas’s heart went “From who is this” to “Oh. It’s you. Of course, it’s you. I didn’t know I had been waiting for you”.

2. I love you, because it’s when Eliott’s world tilted on its axis. The way he sat up, the way he looked at Lucas who was letting his guard down for the first time in who knows how long, the intensity of his eyes... The disbelief that this boy he had a crush on was that surprising, taking his breath away. His incredulous giggle, the sparkle in his eyes. Lucas looking back at him when you think the melody is about to end but no, he finds him smiling softly at him, his whole attention on him, and that’s when the song starts back up and the melody swells. Now, that’s the day I really fell into the rabbit hole.

3. Leaving Space, because I still can not believe these two idiots were already so whipped for each other that they both ditched their dates while everyone was hightailing the hell out of there to check the other was safe. Like, everyone is running, the music is all over the place and fast paced, you feel the urgency, but the second Eliott grabs Lucas and slams them to the wall, it stops, and all you can hear is the thump of their bodies against the glass and Eliott having the audacity to giggle. Jesus.

4. Last Dance, because yes the whole scene is incredible, the dance in the dark, pas peur, Lucas raising his hands, the fingers entrelacing, the beat dropping when they finally kiss, but there’s something about the way the music resonnates when they finally detach from each other, laughing breathlessly like they can’t quite figure out what just happened, offering their faces to the pouring rain. And then. And then Lucas tucks his face in Eliott’s neck and that’s when I lost it. The music slowly fading just as they get lost into one another. I’ll never forget I was coming back from a concert that Friday night, missing the screening and having to watch the clip on my way home in the metro and the noise I made when I saw that last image of Eliott tucking Lucas’s head in the crook of his neck.... yeah, I felt that.

5. Ascendant, because obviously Samedi 9h17 is a masterpiece in and of itself but that one moment when they stop making out after hours and hours of kissing to just look at each other, Eliott’s thumb and knucles caressing Lucas’s face, his hand craddling his neck, the nose rub and then Lucas kissing his, making Eliott let out that sunshine laugh, just as the piano hits its lowest note along with the beat of my heart... here they are, the boy who’s afraid of the dark but whose name means light may have gotten his first kiss with a boy in the dark of the night but is now basking with him in the soft morning light. Sigh.

6. Swedish Garden, because I don’t care what some people say, the entire paint scene is out of this world for me. The music starts so tentatively, just like them, unsure, like on eggshells, but gets more and more bold with time, the piano gets louder as they are fighting with the paint, the cords pick up the pace when they start kissing, until that one second when they look at each other, breathing each other’s air, not quite believing that they are finally here, that they have found each other again, and all you can hear is the violin in that split second when Eliott grabs Lucas’s face and Lucas’s surges up to kiss again, surrounded by light and colours. Because it’s not enough, never enough, they need to be closer closer closer.

7. Last Summit, because the music starts at the exact moment Eliott tells Lucas to open his eyes and you just know it’s going to be beautiful. The whole clip before that is just silence broken by their teasing and their giggling, and then you get this breathtaking shot, Eliott’s eyes fixed on Lucas’s face, Lucas’s hands not letting go of Eliott’s when he finally gets to open his eyes and see. We, as the audience, haven’t seen anything yet either, but that exact moment when their hands fall away from Lucas’s eyes and the music starts to echo faintly, you just get what’s going on in Lucas’s mind even before seeing anything. Holy shit is this for real? What did I do to deserve this? What did I do to deserve him?

8. Remember, because.... well, we all know why, we’ve all lived it through Lucas, the urgency, the memories, the panic, the love, all of it. But for me, what made me lose it completely, was the instant when Eliott finally lifts his eyes to look at Lucas, the lyrics “Remember me under the sun” resounding one last time before Lucas shakes his head and repeats “t’es plus tout seul” . That went right through my heart, just how raw that scene was. I can’t ever forget either sitting behind Axel and Maxence at the screening and seeing them through my blurry sight fall into each other’s arms crying and hugging before they turned the lights on again. Oh no I’m tearing up again, oh no oh no

9. Everlasting, because Lucille’s voice and the piano over the montage of Lucas taking care of Eliott as best as he could while feeling so powerless was so moving, so real, and it ends in softness once again, that tentative but full of love smile on Lucas’s lips while looking down at Eliott, stroking his arm with his fingers while Eliott does the same against his neck as if to reassure themselves “yes, he’s here, he’s not going anywhere, not alone, not anymore, never again”. Everlasting indeed.

10. Sweet Apocalypse, because the direct parallel of using the same song as in the first clip, in which Lucas is by himself, feeling like he doesn’t belong, in this last one of the season, this time with Eliott, kissing him, living minute by minute, being himself... My heart is still about to burst every time I think about how far he’s come. And you know, the song only starts when they start kissing. While they talk, there’s only background voices, nothing to accompany their words but indistinct chatter. And then they are kissing, again and again and again, the slow mo starts while they try to get closer and closer to the point it looks like Eliott gets on his tiptoes, vacillating, smiling into the kisses because they just can’t help it, while the music swells. As if to say, hey, looks like they made it.

11. Bonus, Leave a Light On, because how unexpected that ig story was, how fitting the song is to their story and particularly the standstill they had found themselves at during that terrible week. How it made us realize that Lucas had made his choice and was choosing Eliott, before the alarming texts, before the running like hell through Paris from the church to La Petite Ceinture, he had already chosen. He just needed one more push.

#this is so sappy and i MISS THEM #skam france #skamfredit #also the trailer #when colouring comes on shuffle oh man it's something to behold #gaelle parle #my edit #there's a playlist in the room at the screening which plays all the songs from s3 every time #and whew the anguish cries every single time when ascendant starts playing my dudes #it's something #also this is inchronological order because i can't do tops for the life of me

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langdvnshepherd · 5 years

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fallingforyou (Duncan Shepherd x fem!reader)

@its-mikha asked: Sweetie, maybe..Can you do an Duncan Shepherd x Reader where the reader and Duncan are BBF since they were kids, Y/N is now famous liberal journalist in all DC, strange no? a liberal journalist and a republican lobbyist being friends. Well, they both love politics (in there on ways) But this not about politics, this is about some confession that Y/N NEEDS to tell to his friend, but what happened if he doesn't feel the same thing as her? She couldn't risk to lost his only friend mostly, fluff :3

A/N: This was too cute and I was gonna just make this a small blurb but I kept going whoopsies! Hope you enjoy! Thanks so much for sending it in!

Word Count: 2.0k

A nudge on your calf broke you out of your daze.

“You okay, Y/N?” Duncan asked from his spot beside you on the sofa. In public, his appearance was pristine. Pressed slacks, expensive watch, perfectly polished oxfords, not a single wave in his dirty blonde head out of place. But in the confines of his gigantic apartment, you’d never be able to tell that that same Duncan, the Duncan that wouldn’t be caught dead with a wrinkle in his shirt, was sitting beside you. He was completely at peace. Hips clad in grey joggers, wearing an old college tee with letters faded past the point of recognition. Glasses with large, clear frames hung low on the bridge of his nose, Duncan having been too lazy to press them back up due to the takeout tray of DC’s greasiest Chinese takeout in his hands. He was comfortable here, claiming that you were the only person he’d ever let see him like this. You were his best friend, which had posed quite the problem as of lately.

“Mhmm,” you gave him your best fake smile, pretending your mouth was too full of chow mein to give a proper response.

“Liar. You’ve been acting weird all night. For the past few weeks, actually. First, you haven’t said more than 5 words this whole time. Second, you didn’t even try to fight me when I turned off CNN. Not one smartass remark about Ted Cruz or the new legislation from the Senate. You haven’t even pried once to get me to talk about how the votes are gonna go for the session tomorrow. Don’t lie to me, Y/N. You seem to forget that we’ve known each other since we were 7. I know when something’s up.”

“I’m fine, Duncan. Just tired. Work’s been kicking my ass. My boss wants that piece I’ve been working on about the Women’s March for the past 8 weeks soon and I just want to make sure it’s perfect.” You reached over and plucked a potsticker from his plate with your chopsticks, hoping the playful gesture would make him drop the subject.

Duncan just glared at you from the opposite end of the couch. He was good at reading you. Too good for your liking, but he’d had nearly 20 years of experience. You two met in second grade and had been joined at the hip ever since. You learned how to ride bikes together, got drunk for the first time together, learned how to roll joints together, held each other through your first heartbreaks. Together, you made quite the odd pair. You’d taken different paths in college, him going off to work for his conservative lobbyist family and you taking a position with a well-known liberal journalist company, but he knew you like the back of his hand. You knew him just as well.

“Okay, well I still don’t believe you. So you’re gonna have to start talking because I’m not leaving until I find out what’s got you in a mood.” You huffed at his prying and fixed your eyes back to the television, trying to concentrate on whatever the narrow-minded Republican news anchor was rambling on about.

You’d come to the realization in the past few weeks that you loved Duncan. Not in a platonic way. Not the mutual love you had for each other having literally grown up together. You were in love with him, it just hadn’t struck you until recently. A boy you’d been seeing for 2 months broke it off suddenly, claiming that you cared more about spending time with Duncan than him. He was just insecure, or so you thought. After some reflecting, you realized his sarcastic remark of, “God! It’s like you’re in love with him or something!” was right on the nose. But it wasn’t the giddy, infatuating love that spurred on you suddenly. It was the slow, gradual progression from companionship and genuine admiration into an all-consuming love you weren’t quite able to explain with words. The lengthy stares you gave as he passed by you after a shower, a short towel wrapped around his waist, or the way you’d catch yourself staring at the beauty mark on his top lip couldn’t be dismissed. It was your mind pining for the boy you barely remembered not having in your life. You didn’t think you could ever be this comfortable around anyone in your life. But you knew for a fact that he didn’t feel the same. He couldn’t.

Duncan half-heartedly tossed what was left of his dinner on the coffee table and turned his torso to face you. He leaned down to where your feet were tucked under your thighs, tugging your ankles out from beneath you in a manner that almost send the noodles in your hands flying.

“Duncan! What the fuck?!”

He chuckled at the shock on your face, climbing on top of you and carefully taking the bowl from your hands, placing it on the end table beside you. He was hovering over you, propping himself up against the armrest. The close proximity of his face from yours brought a flaming heat to your cheeks and a swell of butterflies in your belly.

“Tell me what’s wrong. Please, Y/N. I don’t like sitting here knowing something’s bothering you.” A look of genuine concern washed over his features. The wrinkles in his forehead now smooth, the muscles in his mouth relaxed, the blue-green hue of his eyes softening at the sight of you.

“Your breath smells like shit,” you jokingly jabbed. Anything to change the subject. You weren’t ready to lose your closest friend when he found out why you’ve been acting the way you have.

“Oh yeah?” Duncan retaliated by blowing his hot breath directly into your face, sending you into a fit of giggles and squirming.

“You’re disgusting, Duncan. Get off me,” you breathlessly demanded, the words barely coherent from laughing.

“Ehh, you still love me,” Duncan stated. He placed a quick kiss to the tip of your nose before moving back to look you in the eyes.

It felt like the room was closing in on you. With the way Duncan was looking at you and the position, you were in, it was almost like he was mocking you. It was unfair. Unfair that you felt this way and there was nothing you could do about it. Unless you were prepared to deal with whatever Duncan had to say, to hear him tell you that he didn’t feel the same, you were going to have to keep your feelings bottled up forever.

In the silence that normally would have been comfortable between the two of you, you couldn’t help but feel like you wanted to jump out of your skin. Duncan’s eyes kept flickering from your eyes and to your lips, then back again. You were frozen, paralyzed under him. Your chest rapidly moving up and down, heart beating in your ears.

Without giving you time to brace yourself, Duncan pressed his lips to yours. It was gentle and soft like he felt you might crumble beneath him if he used too much force. You were so overwhelmed that you couldn’t even comprehend what was happening until he quickly pulled back from your face, practically jumping off of you and moving back to his corner of the couch to safety.

“Y/N, I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have done that. I...I just thought that... I’m sorry.” Duncan began rolling apology after apology from his tongue, clearly mortified that he had done such a thing and that you were too shocked to reciprocate. You sat up and faced him, fingertips running over the skin of your lips that still tingled from Duncan’s touch, adrenaline pumping in your veins.

“Duncan,” you began, a burst of confidence suddenly taking over you. You made your way to him, scooting over until you were straddled across his waist. His hands instinctively moved to your hips, fingers resting over the fabric of your sweatshirt. Well, it was Duncan’s sweatshirt, but you’d claimed it as yours long ago and he’d never bothered to put up a fight for it. With the roles reversed, you closed in on him, moving torturously slow, like you were waiting for him to stop you. But he didn’t. He met you halfway, sighing into your mouth when your lips finally melted together. His hands moved from your hips to cup the back of your head and hold you close to him, like in an instant you would regret your decision and run from him. This was it. The man you had been pining after for what felt like an eternity, the man that had been there for you through every obstacle in your life and in your career, was sitting beneath you, kissing you back.

“I love you, Y/N. I always have,” Duncan confessed as he begrudgingly broke his lips away from yours. “I realized a long time ago that no matter how many girls I went out with, no matter how they made me feel, it was never the same as when I’m around you. You’re home. I’ve told myself that I could be happy just being your friend, that just being with you was enough even if you didn’t feel the same. And it is, it was. Seeing how upset you were over that guy that broke up with you a few weeks ago made me jealous. You deserve someone that makes you happy, not someone that makes you cry.” The color had drained from his face. Like he might vomit over everything he had just said. It was his deepest secret. And he’d just spilled his guts to the one person he’d never wanted to find out.

“When?”

“When, what?” His eyelids fluttered, anxiety-ridden and feeling like his heart was about to be broken into a million pieces

“When did you realize you loved me?”

“We were 17. You made me sneak out of my mom’s house at 3 in the morning and took me to that abandoned boat house by the dock to talk shit about your sister and smoke a bowl. Then we got chased out by that fat cop that threatened to arrest us for trespassing. I remember looking at you running through the woods and thinking there was no way in hell I’d ever do something like that for anyone else as long as I lived.” He was being honest, not a stitch of hesitation in his voice. You felt your stomach twisting in knots. This whole time you’d both been in love with each other and were too oblivious to see it.

“I wasn’t crying because he broke up with me, by the way,” a smile creeping onto your face. Duncan looked up at you with confusion, not knowing what you were getting at. “I was crying because he told me I was more in love with you than I was with him. I didn’t even realize it until he screamed it in my face. This whole time, the only person I cared about had been right in front of me my entire life.”

You were both laughing now. Duncan’s hands snaked from your hips to wrap around your waist, pulling you flush against his chest. You could smell his obnoxiously expensive cologne mixed with the grease from dinner on his collar.

“Guess we’re both idiots, huh?” He rubbed soothing circles on your back as he stared at the ceiling.

“Clearly.” you chuckled into his neck, nose brushing against the scruff you’d once been completely against, but grew to love over the years. For the first time in weeks, you relaxed around Duncan. Finally certain where you stood with him, and knowing for certain that he loved you back.

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