#but like. (and this is skipping out an all the context btw) me n this lady had to find the book we were reading and cross our names out-

[kotton-kandy953]

━ 𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈 𝙼𝙴

➛ yandere!nagito k. x fem!reader

title page┆word count: 714┆warnings: none┆a/n: not thoroughly proofread btw. the prologue can be skipped if you do not want to read it. I only wrote it for context reasons !

❝ ᴇᴠᴇʀʏᴛʜɪɴɢ ʏᴏᴜ ᴅᴏ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴏʙꜱᴇꜱꜱᴇᴅ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ ❞

╰⋯➤ saccharine — jazmin bean

PROLOGUE ━ SCHOOL TRIP ?

⤷ 𝖄𝖔𝖚

were completely shocked by the information just dumped onto you and the 16 other students.

For context reasons, I have to explain what has happened in the last few hours.

Today was supposed to be your first day of School at Hope's Peak Academy as the Ultimate High-school level Digital Artist.

But to everyone's dismay, some pink stuffed bunny named "Usami," who proclaimed to be your teacher, explained that you and a bunch of high schoolers you've never met are forced to go an a "heart-throbbing school trip" in this strange tropical paradise.

After she finished explaining that you all needed to collect hope fragments and get along, everyone just went their separate ways, you included.

You were about to go into the lobby of the hotel when a hand suddenly rested on your shoulder. You let out a sigh before turning around.

There were two taller males standing in front of you. One was skinner with pale, almost white skin. He had white hair and tips that faded into a pale brown.

The other had tanner skin, green eyes and spiky short hair. He was the last person to enter the classroom earlier.

"U- uh... hi...?" You asked awkwardly, not really wanting to indulge in conversation at the moment.

The white haired male smiled, "Sorry to bother you... L/n, is it?"

How did he-

"I'm Nagito Komaeda, the Ultimate Lucky Student. I know, a worthless talent, huh? I won't blame you if you ever forgot it"

His brown haired companion awkwardly broke the weird tension Nagito had put in the atmosphere.

"I'm Hajime Hinata, nice to meet you." He cleared his throat, "And I don't really... remeber my talent..." he trailed off.

"It's okay if you don't remember it, a lot has happened in the past hour." You smiled reassuringly, making Hajime smile back.

But Nagito smiled even bigger, "I should've known you'd say something like that! As expected from such a hopeful Ultimate as yourself!"

"Uh... thanks? I’m Y/n L/n, the Ultimate Digital Artist.”

After that... odd... conversation with the two, Usami suddenly came onto the nearest monitor and announced to everyone that they needed to go to the beach.

"Are you going, L/n?" Hajime asked after glancing over at Nagito.

"Do we really have a choice?" You responded.

Once the bathing suits were distributed and your classmates started to get in the water, you stood by Hajime, who also didn't want to join the others.

"You're not going with them?" You asked curiously.

He shook his head, "No, I don't want to..."

That was until he heard Usami's "encouraging" words and ran to go get a swimsuit.

Then, you were alone.

"Maybe I should—" before you could finish your thought, the sky grew grey with dark storm clouds. And the monitors blinked on and a strange, laidback, high-pitched voice rang out.

"Mic check... mic check... can you hear me?" Everyone froze at the strange change of atmosphere.

"Now then, sorry to keep you all waiting for so long. Let's leave all this worthless entertainment behind...

It's time for the main attraction! You guys better hustle over to Jabberwock Park!"

And that's what you all did, despite their oddly playful voice, it has a very threatening undertone that sent a shiver down your spine.

Once at said park, a half-white half-black stuffed bear appeared out of the blue and became know as "Monokuma" in a rather... extravagant way.

Next, the stuffed bear quite literally violated Usami and transformed her into Monomi, his "younger sister."

Then finally, he explained to you all that one must get away with murder to leave the island.

When he began listing the many ways to end a person's life, you froze in fear and shock.

'M- murder...?' you thought, no, there's no way this is real...

Noticing your unease, Nagito made his way over to you and rested his hand onto your shoulder. He gave you a smile that was supposed to calm your nerves but it only did the opposite.

“Don’t touch me, please.”

back to title page┆proceed to chapter one┆partially proofread

[pleasantangelpaper]

The Man in the Moon

Wake up pookies new one shot omg this is so heheheh. Okay so, Remus Lupin x Trans Man! Reader. This is for @themanfromeire btw!! warnings: a n g s t, dysphoria, feeling not good enough, tall! Remus, uhmmmm that’s it I think I’ll add more if I see more, but I believe that is all

Context: Reader and Remus have been dating for a short while, and it is now the Yule ball, they’re in 7th year because yeah, the reader doesn’t have any suits to wear and struggles to get a new one as they shop with Sirius. Yeah you’ll see the rest :]

h/c is house colors

“Sirius, why do I even have to go to this stupid ball anyways,” the boy questioned his friend as he stared at the countless rows of evening attire, his eyes not finding a thing that could spark his interest. “Y/N you’re going, you told Remus you would go, and don’t you want to go so you can dance with him,” the boy with the long black hair exclaimed to his peer. Sirius knew how distraught Remus would be if y/n didn’t go to the Yule ball. Remus had practically begged Sirius to wingman him in his pursuit of y/n as a date. Sirius’s eyes finally landed upon something at the shop. He pulled out the simple black suit and held it up against himself. “What do you think y/n… do I look beautiful as ever?” the boy jested. “Truly gorgeous Sirius,” y/n rolled his eyes. “Come on we’ll find you something now,”

The two looked for almost an hour before landing upon an extravagant black and h/c ensemble. Sirius beamed at the other gentleman, “Remus is going to love this,”. *Time Skip*

It is now the day of the Yule Ball, and y/n is changing in the dorms. His eyes cast upon his figure in the mirror and he winced. The suit felt foreign on his body. Impostor syndrome set in as he stared at himself trying to enjoy the euphoria he had expected to come out of wearing the suit. It didn’t come. Instead he stood questioning whether or not he looked like a real man in the article. He felt like the suit was swallowing his form and enveloping him in a mess of fabric. The image of a much younger version of himself buying a suit two sizes too big from a thrift shop in secret flashed before his eyes as his thoughts began to swallow his mind. Suddenly, a knock at the door occurred. “Shit, it’s Remus,” he swallowed deeply and pretended to smile, but he knew it was going to be obvious what his emotions were. “ Hello Darling, OH MY YOU LOOK STUNNING” the scarred boy nearly screamed as he witnessed his boyfriend. Pure joy struck his face as he admired how distinguished his boyfriend looked. The other blushed profusely, “Oh… thank you Remus,” a shy look spreading across their face. “Darling is everything alright?” The taller boy held the other’s head in his hands and stared into his eyes. “Remus, I don’t like the way this suit looks on me, I feel like I look stupid,” “Love, what ever do you mean, you look just….breathtaking,” . His eyes gazed across the other man’s figure questioning how he could ever feel that way about himself. “I don’t know Rem… it’s fine we can just go,” the shorter boy headed for the door before being caught. “Y’know love, I think I’m feeling a bit sick, perhaps we should stay back, wouldn’t want to get anyone else sick…” Remus faked a cough staring at his lover. “Oh…..OH….. why yes thank you that seems to be a splendid idea,”

The two retired to the gryffindor dorm and laid on Remus’s bed feeling the warmth of one another as they cuddled and read a book. “I love you so much, love,”

“I love you too, Rem,”

[lycanpunk666]

hey. hey you. tell me all your total drama sexuality/gender hcs (or just whichever ones you wanna tell me)

YIPPEEE okokok

Just gen 1 and 2 because I know ‘em.

Gen 1:

Alejandro: Guy— And I’m not entirely sure, I feel like he’s definitely bi, but also somewhere on the ace or aromantic spectrum? Like I definitely do not think he’s quick to develop genuine feelings for people AT ALL but I feel like simply stating he’s bi OR demiro doesn’t do him justice. He’s somewhere on there though. I can’t tell exactly what.

Sierra: I could see her being bi! she’s certainly into men (although I do acknowledge that her attachment to Cody’s a little bit suspicious- the possibility of her being attached to him for comphet crush reasons is a valid take) but I do like the idea of her also liking girls. She’s cis but she likes she/they in terms of pronouns.

Gwen: Bisexual. For sure. Absolutely. Also, nonbinary and mtf! She/they for this one. I feel she’s bisexual just because she had some pretty awesome chemistry with the girls, and for the rest of it it’s just the vibes.

Trent: Man, and unlabeled. I feel like for some reason he had 3 polyamorous parents (2 dads one mom) and they just kind of like. Made him feel way less pressure round masculinity and the need to figure out stuff like that.

Izzy: Aro any-pronouns lesbian. Absolutely no context here, I have no idea but I just feel like they wouldn’t care all that much what people call em.

Noah: Gay guy. I know this is tried and true but it’s tried and true because it works.

Cody: Cis I do however see tguy Cody and bi-curious. I feel like he had a mild crush on Alejandro and it made him question some stuff, plus ofc being surrounded by so many queer people gave him more means to question himself in a somewhat safe environment.

Leshawna: Acehet! I feel like she’s really knowledgeable on asexuality, too. She’s certainly the type to own a flag for it.

Harold: I wanna say cishet but something feels off about that.

Lindsay: Cishet most likely, no real thoughts on the matter.

Tyler: Oh absolutely bisexual. No straight man sees an attractive guy helping you with no real intention of anything flirtatious and then says ‘I like girls’. Homie that’s nice but what prompted that.

Beth: I’m not sure, I think she either uses the pan or queer label!

Justin: Oh he’s gay. I skipped his season because his voice made me uneasy but that guy’s gay.

Bridgette: Oh she’s so bisexual. I have no clue why, Gidgette is just bi4bi to me. She’s also just got great chemistry with women.

Courtney: Oh, absolutely bisexual and she is extremely torn up about it. You can make your “Little Miss Perfect” jokes there but that is genuinely how I see it, she’s just worried that it’ll make people take her less seriously for some reason if she dates a girl. Gwen helped her feel less shit about it :)

DJ: Oh he’s aroace. No deal reason here either I just love the thought of it frankly. He’s got two mamas btw but everyone knew that.

Eva: Aroace as well, but she and Izzy are in some sort of qpr. She’s romance favorable though and actually really enjoys reading about it.

Ezekiel: Gay and really torn up about it considering he was raised with a lot of imposed gender roles.

Heather: Bisexual. Also torn up about it for similar reasons Courtney is, only to a stronger degree.

Duncan: Queer in some way that he hasn’t quite pinned down. He’s got some serious internalized homophobia and still has some massive lingering issues about it.

Katie: Not sure! Lesbian, I believe.

Sadie: Pan! Not sure. She and Katie are dating.

Geoff: Bisexual, as I said he n Bridgette are bi4bi.

Owen: Bisexual. I’m pretty sure this is blatantly canon considering his… everything in season 1 and world tour.

Okay I’m sending just this for now this got long as hell…

[swaglord-3000]

OKAY. i figured id talk about 43 now finally!!! IMPORTANT TO NOTE THAT IM NOT TALKING ABOUT 43 THE SONG ... BUT 43 THE BAND !!

PICS ARE AT THE BOTTOM!! SO IF U JUST WANNA SEE THE PICS AND SKIP THE LORE JUST SCROLL TO THE BOTTOM1!

it is honestly one of my favourite little lore tidbits honestly...

OKAY. for some background context, tommy shaffner, steve rauckhorst, jc koszewski, and rick thomas all went to north royalton highschool together.

also important little fun facts that rlly nail in the sentimentalness of all of this: a lot of past (and I guess present) mushroomhead members went to north royalton!... jeff (I think), skinny, gravy, shmotz... likely a few more but those are the ones I know for sure!

tommy was a grade below steve and jc.. I THINK. and rick was a grade or two above steve and jc !!

for more context; jc koszewski was never IN mushroomhead but he worked for them and has been affiliated with them for about the same amount as tommy as, if not longer, since his dad grew up next door to and friends with, dinner!

for even more context; steve grew up living next door to jeff, and jeff introduced steve to a lot of the music he came to know and love, but most especially, jeff was the one who introduced him to mushroomhead! however many decades and years later, jeff would hand-pick steve to be his replacement after leaving!

sometime in 1999, jc was class president, with steve as his campaign manager! this was also around the time of columbine, or like, just after it, which is important to note, because kids who were metalheads and who looked "alternative" started to get more heavy ostracised and scrutinised ... which was something that jc wanted to change, at least within north royalton!

so, sometime in may, jc got all the choir kids together n rushed them into a van halen cover band, and then also got him, tommy, steve, and a few of their friends together to do a mushroomhead cover band for a school pep rally!! which was something jc had really been wanting to do for a while! and so they called themselves 43!!! like the song!!!

eagle eyed mrh fans will now realise that the 43 patch on steve's vest probably has a lot more significance and sentimentality than just being "haha! 43 like the song!"

now, rick WOULD'VE also been in the band, but he wasn't allowed to leave class because he was stuck in detention! also fun little fact, rick was a vo-ed kid!! rick would've been the bronson of the group, so when the time came for them to perform they had to go bronson-less </3 HOWEVER, rick did still help out where he could, in the form of supplying them all with the white camo jumpsuits they needed!

they were also going to perform without keyboards, but then one of their friends said he'd do it like.. the day before, because he figured out he could get out of class for it! so at least they had their shmotz!

for those who want to know who was who, at least out of tommy, steve and jc, I shall now tell you!

steve was jeff jc was jmann and tommy was jj! he was originally meant to be dinner, but their friend who was meant to be jj (some guy called chris... which might've been chris simmons but I'm NOT SURE. so don't quote me on that.) was just... too pathetically skinny to be able to pull it off... so!! they swapped!

let me just say.... how like.. crazy full circle moment that is btw. for steve especially ... like... living next door to a guy who plays in a band, who then gets you into said band, and then that band becomes your favourite band to the point of obsession. then you do a fun little cover band of said band, and u are the guy u look up to, live next to, and owe your obsession to... and from there, starting to hang out with the band more often, becoming a roadie and a tech for them, all to then find urself getting hand picked like 2 decades later by that same guy, to replace him. like..... LIIIKEEE.... STEVE REALLY WAS JUST FATED TO BE THE NEXT JEFF BASICALLY.

ummm! and then that night, they all went and saw mushroomhead!!! . or like day after or something!

and that. is bascially the story of 43!! there's a bit more too it but its kind of just like. little tidbits and whatnot .. not the most important thing ever.. but yeah!! idk!! its one of my favourite little bits of mrh-adjacent lore... :-33

OKAY. 43 PICS TIME1!! i have only 3...!! there might honestly be more out there I think there is probably like. 1 or 2 that I just forgot to save but... eventually ill go hunting again!! also sorry for like. the very clear Instagram screenshot quality... TOO LAZY TO FIX IT !!

okay!! ^_^

also... funny story ab the confetti at the pep rally.... they had like.. many bags of confetti right... and jc decided to throw a bag of it... but somehow ended up like... throwing the bag itself further than the actual confetti... also apparently jc was asked to join the track team like.. right after the performance bcos of how much he was bouncing around!! VERY CUTE

OKAY1! THATS THE STORY OF 43!!!

[toournextadventure]

I'm finally finished and thinking back to the pics you used as hints yesterday have me cackling djdjdhdkdkk i shall now dove into my fave bits!!

dance scene!!

not to self: do NOT get h word for your partner around your entire family!

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i feel like this can be used in one of those wesnesday character x y/n out of context posts like the comedic timing in "show a LITTLE vulnerability" is golden

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starting a gofundme to get birb some damn vaseline

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so painfully romantic and very VERY lovesick addams of her. to think her biggest fear was turning into her parents and THIS is your inner monologue??? mission failed babe.

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this was just precious. i feel like birb was getting weary of getting their ass handed to them and went to wednesday all frustrated and asked for help with anticipating the attacks and pretty little viper got fed up of having to tend to their wounds (not really) so she gave in, only bc they begged and not at all bc she couldn't take the way worry gripped her ice cold heart when birb got hurt. ALSO love how birb went from hiding out with Pugs (older sibling birb will never not hit btw) to be ready to fend off Gomez. the GROWTH!

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YES SHE IS AN ADDAMS. BY MARRI [call disconnects]

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if i had to choose 1 piece out of the entire story that perfectly represents the dynamic between them this would be a tough contender. like 9/10 birb is putty in her hands and would do quite literally anything for her BUT birb's also a little shit and know that this is something only she can get away with ugh i just love them smmmmm

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Finally decided to stop lurking because I just had to tell you how much I enjoy this story. Your characterization of Wednesday is so good, especially how you write her inner turmoils! Your ability to map out a setting so we can visualize exactly what's written puts us right in the atmosphere. I can't wait to see how you go about having Wednesday ask more about birb's family and the tearful goodbye as they go back to campus :(((((((( ANDDDD it may be a few chapters away but when enid gets wind of the trip and the development of the relationship??? I can hear her scream rn dkdjdjskkssks

brb building a time machine so i can skip to next Thursday!!!!

Bestie no STOP you hit me with the SCREENSHOTS it's official, we've now got to get married because this is my WEAKNESS

I LOVE seeing what parts y'all like because, of course I've got my own, but it's so exciting to see YOUR favourite parts. If they're different than mine, the same, WHY you like it. Like Wednesday lowkey getting all h word? It's such a small part but, like, it's THERE and you NOTICED IT. Or Wednesday's inability to EXPRESS HER FEELINGS IN A NICE WAY "I feel you're a little annoying" bitch PLEASE

But yes, there at the end with Birb just??? Being an asshole??? Like listen, Birb can be the sweetest thing ever, but deep down she's an INSUFFERABLE DICK and she's gotta make sure everyone remembers it

I'm so glad you're here, bestie! Don't worry, the next chapter will get y'all in the feels (I hope). Might even post it on Wednesday just because I love y'all 👀

[hellfireconfessions]

!!! Phen Lore Drop !!!

Jack_BadCat (me) was falsely banned by him. He was really grasping at straws just to get me out of HF entirely due to me being, and I quote… “abrasive, aggressive, rude, and seemingly instigating drama for no reason, even when situations don’t pertain to you.”

And, here, I quote, are the main reasons I got pushed into that ban:

“most of what I do is me speaking for other’s behalf not my own cuz honestly I have been treated like a queen on here (I say while my name is GREEN)” Which was partially true at the time due to how I was very good at fighting back with the staff in reports, tickets, concerns, etc. and knew the rules so well I was almost untouchable at one point.

“but the worst part is that it’s all kept quiet and makes people feel isolated and scared”

“also my 2 other warnings/mutes were both mistakes from the staff’s end but they still counted anyways”

“I had no idea a staff request to move to a different channel (ex. #suggestions-and-ideas, #reports-tickets-concern-forms) was actually "SHUT THE FRICK UP NOW AND MOVE IT SOMEWHERE ELSE OR UR GONNA GET A WARNING” (I’d like to add in between these that this was taken very out of context, the other person I was messaging said “they’re gonna get u for that” or whatever and I responded in all caps “I HOPE THEY KNOW I AM JOKING LOL” so… it was obviously satire/sarcasm??

“…did you JUST now get approved?” Which was a joking stab within context for how it took over a month to get it approved.

“Thank you for answering my questions!! NOT. Because I was skipped. But no point now I guess. 💀” And btw, I said this BEFORE I got my final warning so it wouldn’t have even counted. He had to dig that deep to find enough reasons to defend himself about it.

The thing is that… we were friends prior as well? Which made it sting even more when it came from him. For a while I believed he took it because he thought it’d lightened the blow to see a friendly/familiar face, or that he was told to do it because we were on friendly terms and just copy n pasted what someone else had written. But now looking back… nah he was just an asshole. He was very weird and usually only hung out with the girls there which were almost always minors, while being pretty distanced with members who were older/guys. It just… rubs me the wrong way on so many levels.

I was going to send all the screenshots but tumblr SUCKS with images so like…. yeah, if anything ill make a little youtube video on it if anything. (And this is me not even mentioning the whole Noodles fiasco LMAO) 

mod edit: I’ve heard 3 people talk about the girls thing and as someone who talked to him alot maybe i just dont see it since i was kinda involved, but i never pegged him as the malicious or predatory type while talking and its been years so while its good to keep that part in mind unless someone steps forward take it lightly, id take even this mod edit lightly it’s just my own observation 

[hearties-circus]

Had that weird fucking dream agsin

[nightowlfandom]

Billy Loomis And Stu Macher x Reader- Cute Little Toy (Part 1/2) (University/Modern AU)

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So i thought it would be cute for your parents to be killers and Billy and Stu are your parents’ biggest fans. That sounds so bad out of context....

You guys know the drill! A SLASHER FIC HAS SLASHER THEMES. Please proceed with caution.

Leggo

...

"Is that the new girl?”

“I thought she’d be taller.”

There you stood outside your parents’ car, shaking in your shoes as you stood before the large school. This was the third time this year you had transferred schools.

“Remember honey try to make friends!” your dad gave you a huge hug as you stood outside the doors. “We love you!”

“Make sure to call us every day okay, lovebug?” your mother kissed your forehead. “We have to work late tonight but we’ll have our phones on us okay?”

“Yes mam.” you nodded. “I’ll miss you guys.”

“Baby, we’re a 30 minute drive away!” your dad hugged you tighter. “I know it’s a huge change, but fear not my little pumpkin, this is the last time we’re transferring.”

“Promise?” you looked up at them both.

“We promise.”

Meanwhile, across the courtyard. Sidney, Tatum, Stu, and Billy all sat by the fountain. 

“Whose that?” Sidney nodded over to you.

“Who cares?” Billy scoffed. 

“She’s hot.” Stu cackled.

“Excuse me?” Tatum slapped a hand over Stu’s chest. She sent a glare in your direction. You had already waved off your parents. “Okay...she is really pretty.”

“I heard this is her third school this year. Every town she’s moved to had freak accidents. Kinda like this one.” Randy voiced. “She’ll fit right in with these freaks...maybe that ghostface killer will get her.”

“Why would you even say that!” Sidney snapped a little too quickly. “She isn’t even bothering anyone...”

“Yet.” Billy grumbled. He nudged Stu, who seemed to be on bored.

“I’m gonna go say hi!” Stu hopped to his feet. “Anyone wanna come along? No? Alrighty then!” he practically skipped over to you.

To say you were taken aback by a very tall man holding a dandelion practically falling out of the sky was an understatement.

“Hello there!” he winked.

“Um...Hi!” you smiled. “Uh...-”

“I’m Stu...” he laughed at your hesitance. “Now it’s your turn.”

“Oh...s-sorry. I’m Y/N.” you smiled shyly.

“So you like scary movies?” he struck up a conversation. 

You wanted to say that your life was a fucking horror movie. You wouldn’t say that though. “I guess.” you shrugged. “They’re cool I guess.”

“Hm what’s your favorite one.” his voice had gotten kinda low as he spoke, like a different person was talking now. You had looked him in the eyes. If there was one thing your parents had taught you, it was that the eyes gave everything away. 

“Um...the one where the girls parents are murderers and they go after her bullies.” you replied sweetly. Stu’s face fell slightly. He didn’t know what movie that was but it sounded like an unintentional threat...Shit. He liked it.

“Interesting.”

“It’s called BloodStreet...check it out.” you shrugged. “Nice meeting you...Stu.” (Totally made up name btw)

... (Fast forward)

You were sitting in the library going over your every syllabus you had received within the fire couple of days. Your parents were right, this was a nice enough town. 

“Damn, The Massacre of Keaton Town?” you overheard. Keaton Town? 

“Whoever caused that was a fucking psycho.” Tatum scoffed. “You’d have to be a special type of crazy to cause that.”

“Hey, Y/N...what do you think?”

You looked up to see Sidney (a girl from your creative writing class) sitting with her friends and boyfriend. “Pretty rough, huh?”

“...Considering I used to live there...yeah.” you grumbled in reply.

“No way.” Tatum replied. “Spill...”

“Um...well. It’s called the Keaton Town Massacre as you know...but only 7 people died from it. ” you shyly turned your seat. “I don’t know.” you sighed. “I try to forget it sometimes.”

“You speak like you’ve been through it.”

You looked up to find that Billy guy practically studying you. “Certainly you could share just a little bit...right?” he raised an eyebrow through a weird smirk. You narrowed your eyes at him a little bit, raising an eyebrow at his comment.

“There was this girl...she was kinda friendless.” you shrugged. “She had trouble making friends. I guess some other kids took advantage of that. Her parents caught wind of it all.”

“Wait, didn’t SHE kills those kids?” Sidney asked. “That’s what all the papers say.”

“No...she isn’t the killing type.” you replied. “Her parents are- I mean were very over protective so when she told them they had embarrassed her that badly...it was bad.”

“So the parents did it?” Randy asked.

“That’s what everyone seemed to agree...”

“What was so bad that the parents allegedly murdered a bunch of losers anyways?” Tatum asked, now very invested in your story. “Did she tell you?”

“Um...One guy had taken outside to pretend to confess his feelings for her...then two guys threw water balloons filled with urine and semen at her then afterwards four of the girls had beat her up...”

“Shut up! No way!” Randy went wide eyed.

“How terrible!” Sidney whimpered.

“Gross!” Tatum shivered.

Stu and Billy had remained completely silent. Your breathe wavered slightly as you finished talking.

“Shortly after...each and everyone of them went missing...along with their families. One by one...”

(Flashback)

You were sobbing to your parents from outside the door. You looked and felt like you had been beaten to a pulp.

“WHY DID YOU MAKE US MOVE HERE.” you sobbed hysterically. “I KNEW IT WAS A BAD IDEA!”

“Honey! Please open the door!”

“Pumpkin, what did they do to you!!” 

“GO AWAY!” you screamed. You looked and smelled disgusting and you had bruises forming slowly but surely.

“Honey!” you dad knocked on the door. “Please?” 

You didn’t want to blame what happened on them, so you opened the door.

Your parents rushed to your side, but not touching you out of fear that they would hit somewhere you were hurt. 

“Oh munchkin, who did this to you?” your mother put a hand over her heart. “What are you covered in?!”

“I DON’T EVEN KNOW.” you cried. “Pee and one of the guys said Dick Juice...WHAT DOES THAT EVEN MEAN?” you looked to your dad.

“They covered you in-” your father paused. “Pumpkin patch, go take a bath and we’ll lay out some comfy pajamas for you...then we’re gonna get some food in your system okay?”

“Dadd-”

“No honey, it’s okay.” he cut you off. “We’ll handle this, now go go go.” he motioned to the bathroom. You obediently nodded and stood up.

“Throw those clothes in big dumpster outside too, they smell disgusting.” you mom called.

“Yes mam.” you sniffled. As the door shut, you mother’s sweet face had twisted into a glare.

“You thinking the same thing as me, dearie?” your dad put a hand on his wife’s shoulder.

“I’ll get the masks.” was all she said before she left. “Get Y/N the red plaid ones, those will feel nicer against her skin, I’ll order her favorite food. Have the car ready.”

(Flashback end)

....

“There were rumors the parents fled with their daughter...but no one ever found out who caused the murders anyways.” you shrugged. 

Stu leaned his head into his chin. “How do you know all this?”

“I practically had a front row seat to it all...anyone who lived there can tell you what I did. Small town, nosy people.” you shrugged. “I left before I knew the outcome.”

“I can see why you moved. I’d be scarred for life.” Sidney sighed. 

“Yeah.” you giggled nervously.

...

“Yeah it’s...it’s different.” you sighed. “How’s life for you guys?”

“You father is learning how to use the new toaster.” you mother giggled. “He’s almost got it.”

“I’ll bet.” you laughed. “Everything here seems normal enough. I think I made a new friend.” you said. “I think...”

“That’s great munchkin!!” you dad said from afar. “We told you it would turn out well!”

“I guess so...oh...looks like I’m getting another call! Hold on.” you raised and eyebrow at the unknown number. “Stay on the line mommy...”

“Um okay?”

“Hello?” you raised an eyebrow as you switched the eyebrow.

“Who is this?”

“Who is you?” you raised an eyebrow.

“I asked you first, doll.” the voice replied with a laugh.

“How did you get my number?” you trailed off.

“The same way I got your address...nice houseplant by the way.” Your eyes instantly darted to the flower arrangement right next to you. 

“What type of frat boy prank are you trying to pull?” you seethed. “Don’t fuck with me.”

“Oh ouch, can’t a friend just call and say hello?”

“Only a coward with a small dick would hide behind a cheap voice changer.” you teased.

“What the fuck did you just say to me?”

“You heard me.” you snarled. “You want me? Come fucking get me.” you hung up on him. “Mommy, called me back in thirty.”

“Honey-” beep.

You dug through your kitchen drawers and pulled out a large knife. You clutched it in your hands. 

“Come on, don’t be shy. I wanna play too!” you said aloud. Before you could make a move, you saw a shadow in your living room. 

“Got you you little-” you took an apple off the counter and threw it at the curtain.

“OOF!”

“I got you now you little SHIT!” you threw another. Whoever it was had fallen out of their hiding spot and tried to lunge for you. You grabbed their arm, making the stranger drop their cleaver. You took a shot in the dark and kneed them in the groin.

“FUCK! MY BALLS”

You used your remaining strength to stomp on their foot and pushed them into the kitchen island, making them fall over onto the ground. You took this opportunity to straddle the myster killer.

“YOU CHOSE THE WRONG BITCH!” you held the knife above your head. “I’ve been through too much for some cheap shot wannabe to kill me now. I’ve been through too much to go through this...” you snarled. “My parents do this for a living, dude. I know all of the tricks...EVERY ONE.” you cackled.

“Hey! Hold on-”

 “I wanna look you in the eye before I kill you and make my mommy and daddy so proud...baby’s first murder.” you said manically

You grabbed the mask and tore it off his face. “BILLY?!”

Billy Loomis was staring back up at you with a bloody nose. Instead of fear, he had a weird distant smile on his face.

“I think I’m in love with you.” he said dreamily. “No like literally...wow.”

“THAT WAS SO AWESOME!!” Another person had run around the corner. The person removed their mask to reveal themselves to be Stu. “Where did you learn that from!?!?”

You hoisted yourself to your feet, watching in horror as the two fangirled over almost having been killed by you.

What kind of town was this?!

[mikasaku]

a walk in the gardens - mikasa ackerman x reader

summary: royal au!y/n is a princess set to marry eren jaeger. the only problem is that she isn’t exactly into boys... and she seems to have more interest in eren’s bodyguard. y/n gets lost in her future husbands castle, and she happens to run into mikasa.

pairing: mikasa ackerman x fem!reader (she/her pronouns used)

A/N- this is taken from my fanfic on wattpad so some stuff may seem out of context but i took most of that stuff out. porco is Y/N’s bodyguard btw.

(gif is not mine)

"I want to go home!" Y/N groaned dramatically. The princess had been in a sour mood ever since brunch had ended.

Porco sighed. "I know, me too. But too bad." He narrowed his eyes at the girl. "You have to do this."

The princess moved looked at her bodyguard, rolling her eyes. "Whatever. I'm going on a walk. Alone."

Y/N exited her room, heels clicking on the marble floor of the hallway. She admired the authentic architecture, smiling at people as she passed by.

Before she had realized, Y/N had taken too many turns. She had gotten herself lost. The high ceilings and large doors in the hallway all looked the same. She was certain there was a staircase around, but she failed to locate it.

She was alone now, she only saw workers walking the mostly deserted hallways every few minutes. "What have I gotten myself into?" The princess muttered to herself.

As Y/N turned the corner of yet another long hallway, her body collided with another. She gasped in surprise as she lost her balance. Before she could hit the floor, two strong arms reached out for her. The person she had yet to identify, pulled her towards them by her arms.

She looked up at the person as she regained her balance. "Oh! Mikasa!"

Mikasa's eyes were wide and apologetic. "Princess! I'm so sorry. I should have been watching where I was going." The bodyguard let go of Y/N's hands she hadn't realized she was still holding.

A slight blush rose to Y/N's cheeks. "Don't worry about it! It was my fault for getting myself lost anyway."

Mikasa's eyebrows furrowed, a small frown on her face. "You're lost? Do you need help getting anywhere?"

Y/N paused for a moment, looking up at the short haired girl. "Yes actually, I wanted to go on a walk... but I went down too many hallways. I don't know where I am... or where I want to go." She tucked a piece of hair behind her ear, playing with the end of the strand.

The bodyguard nodded. "I see. I can take you for a walk in the gardens if you'd like. Then I can escort you back to your room."

Y/N's eyes sparkled with excitement. A soft smile on her face as she nodded. "Yes! I'd like that! Thank you, Mikasa."

The taller girl nodded, ignoring that the way Y/N said her name gave her butterflies. "Follow me." Her expression was not blank as it usually was. She had a small smile, and her cheeks were tinted pink.

Y/N followed her until they reached the gardens. The princess gasped in awe. All kinds of flowers were everywhere. They were separated by color. The vibrant petals shined in the afternoon sun. There was a large tree in the center, with benches under it. There were a small group of butterflies to her left, flying around a purple bush.

"It's beautiful isn't it?" Mikasa's quiet voice broke Y/N from her thoughts. She nodded enthusiastically, "Yes! It's amazing. Will you sit with me?"

Mikasa cursed at herself as her heart raced at the question. Y/N is supposed to be with Eren. She can't have these unprofessional feelings. She couldn't do that to Eren. He's family.

"Yes, I cannot leave you here with no way back. That would be rude." Y/N giggled at the girl's serious demeanor. She sat down on the bench under the tree, admiring the flowers as Mikasa sat next to her.

The princess turned towards Mikasa, "Are you always this serious and professional around everyone?" She questioned.

The bodyguard paused for a moment, surprised at her question. "No, i'm not like this with Eren and Armin. However, you are a princess so I must treat you with respect and be proper." Y/N didn't seem satisfied with her answer.

"You are less professional around Eren and... Armin." She figured that Armin was the blonde boy from brunch. "That's because they are your friends... right?"

Mikasa nodded, shooting the girl a questioning glance.

Y/N smiled at the response. "I see. I want to be your friend Mikasa." The princess observed the girls shocked face. "I mean... it only makes sense! I'm marrying Eren after all. I want to be close with you."

Mikasa felt her heart ache for a moment. "Yes. I'd like to be friends with you princess."

The shorter girl smiled, blushing furiously. She averted her gaze to the blue flowers beside her. "You know, you don't have to call me princess. You can just call me Y/N."

"It's what you are. Besides, we aren't friends yet." Mikasa emphasized the yet in her sentence. Her heart skipping a beat when she saw the smile Y/N tried to hide.

The princess sighed, a giddy smile on her face. "I guess your right... anyways, I should get back soon. Porco will be worried for me."

Mikasa nodded and stood up. She led the way to Y/N's room. The walk back was silent. A comfortable silence.

Eventually they arrived at their destination. Y/N stopped in front of her door, turning to mikasa. "Thank you... for sitting with me."

Mikasa smiled slightly, "Of course, I'm happy to help. It's my duty. You're marrying the prince."

Y/N cringed at her response, not wanting to reminded of her future marriage. She smiled sweetly at the taller girl before entering her room and closing the door behind her.

She was met with porco's smirking face in front of her own. She jumped back, nearly screaming. "You scared me!"

Porco ruffled her hair. "Are you in love yet Y/N?"

The princess smacked his hand away from her, glaring at her friend. "Shut up Pock."

[cutesuki--bakugou]

Anything, For You

This is a continuation of Anything. Please be sure to read that part first if you want some context!

Rating:  Explicit

Warnings: Rough Sex (Vaginal and Anal), Threesome (Double Penetration), Weed / Alcohol Use, Rough Oral Sex (blow job, face fucking), Public Foreplay, Public Humiliation, Spanking, Choking, Obsessive Reader, Toxic / Power Imbalanced Relationship, Emotional Manipulation, Suggested Dubcon / Reluctant / Compliant Reader

Words: 12,128

Pairing: Drummer!Bakugou Katsuki x Superfan!Fem!Reader x Guitarist!Kirishima Eijirou

Quirkless, Punk rock band AU

Not specifically written for, but using it for the @bnhabookclub​​ ‘s members bingo event!

Crossed off: Threesome

Bingo Masterlist

BTW, please blacklist the tag cutesuki-lemons if you do not want to see this content from my blog. I will no longer be tagging with specific keywords for this type of content.Thank you~

Due to the nature of this post, the characters are 18+

Art in banner by me

Tag list: @lady-bakuhoe​ , @gallickingun​ , @unbreakableeiji​ , @boom-bakugou​ , @honeytama​ , @wakaoujisenhime​ , @ikinabi​ , @thotpatrolcaptain​ , @1-800-callmekatsuki​ , @tomurasprincess​ , @bratwritings​ 

You nervously tightened your grip on the small clutch in your hands, digging your nails into the faux leather and ignoring the sting of the metal pointed studs against your skin. For a few minutes now, you had just been standing outside of the club Garden, listening to the loud music and watching the flashing neon lights every time the door opened. With each group of people leaving, stumbling out drunk and high off adrenaline from dancing, the same amount were let in from an insanely long line, which even curved around the building to where you couldn’t see. There were so many people waiting to go in, and yet, you knew that you could just bypass this line and go on in. 

Why were you so nervous? 

It wasn’t the thought that you would be glared or yelled at by the people waiting if you skipped the line. Sure, it might make you a bit embarrassed if they picked at you, but that wasn’t the problem. No, it was who was waiting inside the club and who gave you that exact privilege to just come on in that terrified you. 

Bakugou 10:50 pm: come to the club Garden downtown around 1 am. just show your ID at the door and theyll let you in past the line. 

Me 10:51 pm: Just me? 

Bakugou 10:51 pm: just you, babe. your shitty friends arent invited. 

After releasing a trembling breath, you opened your clutch to take a quick look at your phone, giving a small groan at the time that showed 1:02 am. It was time to go in, but you were so damn nervous. How could you not be? Showing up to a strange and very crowded club, to hang out and drink with your favorite people - or, well, person - on this planet? With what happened earlier that night, you knew that any type of debauchery could go down, and the stinging welts on your asscheek were testament to that. But there was going to be way more involved. More people, alcohol, and most likely some type of drugs, for sure. You knew that you’d need to be vigilant, but being in Bakugou’s presence again, you weren’t sure you’d have the willpower to say no to anything that was handed your way. 

Suddenly, your phone buzzed in your hand, startling you enough to make you jump and almost lose your balance on your chunky, boot style platform heels. Looking at the screen, the fire in your cheeks grew hotter, reading the text that Bakugou had just sent you. 

Bakugou 1:03 am: where are you at, babygirl? scared? 

Me 1:03 am: No, I’m about to come in. There’s… a lot of people.

Bakugou 1:04 am: fuck them and come inside. there’s someone waiting to bring you up.

Releasing a trembling breath, you put your phone back in your clutch and pulled out your ID instead, gathering your courage to walk up to the front door. One of the two bouncers immediately looked down at you with a threatening posture, though his demeanor changed at the sight of your timid presence. 

“Skipping the line?” 

“I… have VIP permissions. From Bakugou Katsuki… I’m [f/n] [l/n]. He said I should be on a list.” 

Taking your ID, the bouncer first checked it over with a flashlight to confirm its authenticity, before picking up a clipboard that was resting on a stool beside him. It only took him a moment before finding your name, smiling and giving a nod. “Yep, there you are. Follow me.” Putting the clipboard down and handing you the ID back, he made his way through the front door, at first holding it open for some people leaving before allowing you through. 

Any objections you may have heard from the people in line were immediately drowned out by the music, the heavy beat shaking the ground. It was quite dark in the large industrial style building, with only blacklights and flashing neon skylights illuminating the dancefloor. Though, up one floor, you could see a loft area with mostly regular lighting, though it was dimmed, and you wondered if that’s where you would be going. 

Following the bouncer as he made his way past, you used his impressive height and size to push through the crowds, since he was easily able to part the sea of bouncing drunken bodies. He led you to the stairs, as you had expected, and started to make his way up, only giving you a quick glance over his shoulder to make sure you were still following. Or to make sure that no one else was coming up, either. You weren’t sure. 

As you made your way up, you felt a bit embarrassed that the stairway was mostly exposed, using your free hand to hold your short dress up against your backside to hopefully keep anyone from seeing anything private. You weren’t wearing any hose this time, since the only ones you had brought with you into town for the concert were the fishnets that Bakugou had destroyed earlier. Your only cute pair of underwear had also been destroyed, so right after the concert, you had to hunt some down. All you could find at the only store still open was a pair of cute little lace boy short style panties, which were quite sexy and were decently invisible under your dress. You knew that they would be, since you got them from a damn porn shop. There was nothing else open at midnight, so there was no choice. It still ended up perfect, though. If something else did end up happening, you assumed he would like them. Or you hoped so. 

The closer you got to the loft, you realized that it was actually surrounded by glass. The only thing that was solid was the door, which was opened after a loud series of knocks from the bouncer. After a click, another man opened it up, glancing first at your guide before down to you. “She’s invited?” 

“Yes. [f/n] [l/n]. Bakugou’s guest.” Stepping aside, the bouncer and what appeared to be a security guard allowed you inside, the door shutting immediately once you passed the threshold. The sudden volume difference of the room startled you a bit, as did the change in lighting, but you were quick to take in your surroundings. 

There were multiple couches and chairs scattered about in strategic locations, along with tables that were already piled up with drinks. The room was much smaller than it seemed, with only one other door along the back solid wall, which you assumed was a bathroom. Then, your eyes landed on the men you adored, and your entire body instantly flushed with heat as you noticed all their eyes on you. 

“Your clutch, ma’am?” 

The security guard pulled you out of your stupor, holding his hand out in front of you. Nervously, you placed it in his hand, watching as he placed it in a bag behind him and zipped it up. Immediately after, he ran some type of long beeping device across the front and back of your body about an inch away, which you assumed was a metal detector. When it didn’t go off, he allowed you to walk further in with a wave of his hand, and you timidly stepped forward while pulling down your dress, clearing your throat a bit in awkwardness. 

“Hey there, babygirl.” Bakugou spoke with a sly smirk on his face, holding a glass of dark colored liquor near his lips. “Finally made it. Took you fucking long enough.” 

“Sorry…” Making your way towards the couch he was on, you took a moment to look at the other members, trying to control the nervous swirling of your stomach. “Nice to see you all again…” 

“You were in our first meet up group, right?” Midoriya smiled at you, placing his hand on the thigh of a curvaceous woman that was placed firmly on his lap. His voice was still quite strained and cracked, worn from the performance. “Kacchan told me he invited someone, but he didn’t tell me who!” 

“Because it’s none of your damn business, Deku,” With a snap of his finger as he held his hand out towards you, Bakugou commanded you over to him silently. Not even taking a second to think about it, you approached, taking his hand. He led you with only a gentle pull to stand between his legs, placing both of his hands on your outer thighs. “You look good, babygirl.” 

“T-thank you-” You were cut off by the sound of a door closing, along with an annoyed whine. 

“Aww, what the fuck?! Even Bakugou was able to get a girl this time, and he never does! I must have really sucked today.” Huffing, Kaminari shuffled his way towards an empty armchair, flopping down to sit with his legs stretched out in front of him, toes pointed towards the ceiling. “Bullshit.” 

“You suck all the time, dunceface.” 

“I do not! All the girls wanted me at our last gig.” 

“Yeah, because both Deku and Kirishima were out of commission after that, so they had no other option. Don’t be such a little bitch, if you want girls, go fucking dance.” Although Bakugou’s snappy demands were directed at his companion, his glazed over crimson eyes never left your body. They scanned over every inch of you quite diligently, as if he were missing you greatly just from these few hours apart. Unsure of what to do with your hands, you let one rest tenderly on his bicep while running the other softly through his bangs, pulling the fair blonde hair loose of the light grip of sweat that stuck it to his skin. You weren’t sure if it was the lighting in the room or maybe his intoxication, but you could have sworn that you could see the tips of his ears flush with your touch. 

“But I don’t want to go dance alone!” Kaminari whined, sinking further into the chair. His voice broke your concentration on the man in front of you, looking at the pouting bass player over your shoulder. It was odd, you thought, that there weren’t as many girls in here as you expected. Actually, there was only you and the girl with Midoriya, whose attention was fully on him, hands on his freckled cheeks and playfully squishing them together. Her bobbed brunette hair gave away who she was, as you had seen her in many of his social media postings, but you couldn’t quite remember her name. All you knew was that they were dating and had been friends for a very long time, but that didn’t really matter right now. 

Kirishima sighed, resting his arms up over the back of the couch, his hand pulling your attention as it came to rest decently close to Bakugou’s head, though the drummer didn’t protest or seem to even notice. “C’mon, man, don’t be such a downer! I think you need to take another hit and get down there. Take Todoroki with you.” 

Kaminari scoffed, looking over at the silent member of their band, who was more focused on his phone and his fancy martini looking drink than anything they were talking about. “What, so he can go stand in the middle of the dancefloor like a weirdo? He doesn’t have any dancing rhythm! He barely moves when we’re performing!” 

“Yeah, but girls like him more than you, he’d help you catch their attention.” 

“Now you’re all just being assholes!” Huffing, Kaminari sat up and leaned forward, snatching up a small glass pipe and the lighter beside it. “It’s not my fault that no one likes the bass players! I’m not as cool as you!” 

“Hey, I’ve offered to play bass sometimes.” Kirishima grinned, reaching over to scratch the side of his nose. “But Bakugou won’t let us switch--” 

“Fuck no.” Bakugou interrupted, now glowering at his friends, both of his strong hands resting on your hips firmly. “That’s too much power I’m not willing to give you, dunceface.” 

“Rude.” Grumbling under his breath, Kaminari glared down at the pipe as he brought it to his lips, lighting it up and taking a hit. The smell of weed hit your nose immediately as he exhaled, the cloud of smoke leaving his lips slowly as he leaned back in the chair. “Midoriya would.” 

“Because he’s a dipshit.” 

“You’re so aggressive today! I think you’re the one that needs a hit, bro.” 

“Fuck that shit. I’m not looking to fall asleep any time soon.” 

“You’re up way past your bedtime, anyway. Grandpa.” Passing the pipe and lighter over to Kirishima as he beckoned for it, Kaminari gave a sly smirk, knowing he could press Bakugou’s buttons while you were in his way. You could feel Bakugou’s grip tighten in irritation and see his brows furrow, but to your surprise, he was quick to calm, giving an annoyed click of his tongue as he used only slight pressure to pull you to the side, gesturing to the couch for you to sit. You did so, now effectively squished between the two men, one taking a hit while the other gulped down what was left of his drink. 

If you were honest, you felt quite… awkward. You didn’t really know what to do with yourself and you weren’t sure if talking would be welcomed. You were new to this tight knit group, and even though you admired and adored every single one of them, you almost felt like you didn’t belong there. Were you really worthy of being in their presence like this or being so close to Bakugou as he rested an arm around your shoulders, pulling you up against his side? It felt like a dream, and you were horrified that at any moment, you would wake up to find yourself lonely in your hotel bed. 

“Want a hit, sweetheart?” 

Your thoughts were disrupted by Kirishima’s pleasant ringing voice, his smile soft and comforting as he held the pipe and lighter towards you. At first, you hid your face a bit behind Bakugou’s forearm, fiddling with your nails. “I’ve never done it before… I probably shouldn’t.” 

“Aw c’mon, you should! You’re safe here with us! That’s pretty cool, too, isn’t it? To have you first hit ever with your favorite band.” Kirishima’s eyes left yours for a moment as he glanced up, most likely at Bakugou, though there wasn’t anything malicious that you could see. He was genuinely being very nice about it, and so far, no one had protested. Still, you looked up at Bakugou for approval, a sly smirk crossing his lips when you did so. 

“What, babygirl? Looking for permission?” 

Feeling heat rush to your cheeks at his domineering tone, you nodded. “Yes. Is it okay?” 

“What do you say?” His rough fingers took hold of your chin, tilting your head up as he leaned in, whisky tainted lips brushing against yours. Your heart began to race, chest heaving with steady, heavy breaths as you parted your lips expectantly. But, you were left with nothing until you answered, and you did so without a second thought or worry about what anyone else in the room might think. 

“Please, Katsuki.” 

A low hum resonated in his chest in satisfaction of your response, pressing his hot lips against yours to reward you for being so obedient. Or, at least, that’s how you understood it. In the few hours that you had been away from him, there hadn’t been a single moment of lucidness where you felt like you had escaped whatever hold he had placed on you. In fact, your wanting to be at his side only grew worse, to hear him praise you and reward you when you were a good girl for him. 

His praise. His touch. His attention. All of it was so intoxicating, and you wanted more. 

When he set your lips free after just a short moment, it took only a light bump to your chin to have you turn your head to look back at Kirishima, who was waiting patiently. He was still smiling, but there was a mischievous gleam in his eye, as if he had been waiting to see just how obedient you still were. It was gone with a blink, his pleasant and cheerful demeanor taking over as he held the pipe up between his fingers. 

“Yeah? Gonna do it, sweetheart?” 

“Sure,” You answered meekly, turning a bit more to face him. “Uhm… How do I do it?” 

Kirishima was very thorough in his explanation of how to use the pipe, and by the time he was done, you felt confident that you could do it. Though, your confidence didn’t amount to much, as you still ended up with quite the coughing fit after your first hit. Behind the coughing and burning in your throat, you could hear Kaminari gasp out in surprise, though you couldn’t quite focus on him yet through the smoke. 

“Holy shit, Kirishima, you should have just prepped it for her, that’s gonna fuck her up!” 

Chuckling, Kirishima handed you a cup of water, which you gulped down eagerly. “She’s fine, that wasn’t that bad! A little too aggressive on sucking it in, but you’ll get it down. You okay?” He gave your thigh a few comforting pats, his lingering on your bare skin not quite registering in your mind as you tried to calm the burning in your throat. Thankfully, it was fading decently quick, but it still wasn’t anything like what you had expected. 

“I’m okay,” You choke out after a moment, placing both the glass of water and the pipe down on the coffee table in front of you. “You guys make it look so easy!” 

“That’s because they’re fucking potheads.” Bakugou pulled you back up against him. “Especially Dunceface over there. Can’t go five minutes without being high.”

“Don’t be telling lies about me, Kacchan.” Kaminari waddled a finger at his friend, and you could tell that he was feeling pretty relaxed compared to a while ago. “It’s more like three minutes.” 

“Shut up. Where the fuck’s our bartender? We haven’t gotten new drinks-” 

“-Let’s go down, then!” Kaminari hopped up to his feet, clapping his hands together to try and get his friends riled up. “Let’s get some drinks and dance like we’re normal people, no one’s gonna recognize us down there, it’s too dark! This VIP shit gets boring sometimes. Right, Todoroki?” With a bounce in his step, he walked over behind the couch his quiet friend was sitting on, giving him a firm smack on the shoulders. “You’re just over here on your phone! Let’s go dance!” 

Todoroki took his friend shaking him from side to side like a champ, not looking away from his phone or spilling his drink. “I’ll sit at the bar, but I’m not going to dance.” 

“You will after a couple of shots. Midoriya? Ochaco?” 

 “Let’s go, Deku!” Hopping up off his lap, the brunette took both of Midoriya’s hands, trying to pull him up with meager strength. “Let’s all go!” 

With a heavy sigh in defeat, Midoriya stood, as did Todoroki. Though, there was no movement from either of the two men beside you, so you glanced between them curiously. Kirishima seemed interested, while Bakugou looked like he wanted to throw them all off the balcony just to get some peace. You weren’t sure if it was the excitement of being here, the electric energy from Kaminari, or the hit you had taken, but you really wanted to go. You were feeling restless and, if you were honest, kind of bummed out that you were still the only one who hadn’t had a drop of alcohol. You came here to have a good time with these guys. With Bakugou. But how could you talk him into it? 

“You losers coming or not?” Kaminari barked before you could say a word, glowering at the three of you still plastered on the couch as he stood by the door, waiting for their security guard to unlock it and step out. “Kacchan, you were complaining about drinks, come down and get some with us!” 

“Fuck, fine! If it will shut you up!” 

Everything changed pace in a blink of an eye from that moment. Before you knew it, you had taken two shots of… something, and sucked down a drink faster than you thought you would, all while watching the bouncing bodies on the dance floor with Bakugou at your side. Though, he wasn’t just standing next to you. His arm was hooked around your waist like a vice, his powerful and off-putting presence preventing any man with wandering eyes from even considering trying to come up to you. At first, you felt a bit embarrassed that he was so close and so protective, but you also couldn’t help but feel… flattered. And that flattery brought up a new bubbling in your belly. 

You were so happy. Again, you didn’t know if it was because of the high or the alcohol, but you were absolutely beyond tickled. It was such a strong sensation, in fact, that you couldn’t help but start to bounce on your feet and sway to the music. Your hips bumped into Bakugou’s as he stood beside you, one arm around your shoulders while the other propped him up on the bar counter. With the bump, he tightened his arm around your neck, pulling you in closer to him and pressing his lips against your ear so you could hear him over the blaring music. 

“What are you doing?” 

“Dancing!” You responded near his ear as he turned his head to hear you. “I like this song!” 

“You call that dancing?” With his insult, he moved his arm around your back and gave you a small push forward towards the dance floor, smirking at the confusion on your face when you looked back at him. Taking your drink from your hands, he finished off the last bit of it before leaving it on the counter behind him, giving your ass a tap to guide you forward. Within moments, you were both swallowed by the giant group of sweating, bouncing bodies, all who had little to no care on who they were touching or where they were moving. 

And yet, with Bakugou's arms around your waist from behind, you felt like you were completely enveloped in your own bubble. Just you, him, and the music. What truly snapped your restraint was his deep growl in your ear, tugging your hips tightly back so that your ass was firmly pressed against him. 

“Show me how you can really dance, babygirl.” 

No one would truly call the way you rubbed your bodies against each other to the rhythm of the music “dancing”, but all your body could comprehend in your intoxicated state. The flashing neon lights, from pitch black to strobing, was almost making you dizzy, and the only thing that seemed to alleviate the disorientation was putting all your focus on Bakugou. 

The way you two moved was seamless and in tune, his hands freely roaming your body with no fears of being noticed within the densely packed group. Even if someone did notice, you wouldn’t care. All you cared about was his lips against the skin of your neck, his fingers digging into your plush curves and the hard presence of his cock beneath his pants. Just feeling it against your ass made you remember how good he felt fucking you, the way he filled up every inch of your aching cunt and made you scream for him. 

How he made you his. 

How you would do anything for him. 

How he owned you. 

“Open your eyes, sweetheart.” 

The voice in your ear was a sweet growl; more of a purr to calm and coax you. It was so comforting that you almost forgot where you were for a moment, until you did as you were told. Instead of a group of dancing bodies in front of you, you were met with a clear view of that brilliant, wide grin sported only by Kirishima. He was in front of you, dancing with you and Bakugou together, his hands also firmly on your body to keep you pinned between the two men. 

Your entire body immediately flushed hot, pressing further back against Bakugou to try and get some space between you and the redhead. “K-Kiri-!” 

“Don’t you even think about it.” Bakugou growled in your ear, his hand coming up to wrap around your throat. “Let him touch you.” 

You didn’t have much time to even consider complying before Bakugou moved you both forward, not allowing you any space or chance to dip out from between them. You were trapped. How long had Kirishima even been there? Whose hands had been touching you this entire time, squeezing your breasts and your hips so eagerly? Had it been both of them? Whose hand was that right now, sliding up your thigh and bringing your dress with it. 

What was happening? They couldn’t actually be thinking about touching you here on the dancefloor, could they? In the privacy of the VIP room, maybe, but out here in the middle of all these people? Someone would notice! 

You tried to squeak out a plea to stop, but Bakugou’s hand around your throat stopped any little sound from slipping out. Instead, your hips were pulled forward and snug against Kirishima’s, one of his legs between yours so that you were practically sitting on his thigh. But that wasn’t where your hips were directed. Instead, with the beat of the music, Kirishima rutted his hips against you, and you could easily feel the hard presence of his cock against your scantily clothed sex. He was wearing loose black joggers, so there was basically nothing between you, and with both men surrounding you completely and still moving with the music, there was no hope of someone noticing. 

Needing to ground yourself, you clutched on to both of Kirishima’s biceps, his hands set firmly on your hips. The digging of your nails into his skin only seemed to spur him on further, becoming rougher with his thrusts, and the more he stroked across your clit, the more you began to lose yourself. It felt so good, even though you knew that it shouldn’t. It was Bakugou all over again, fucking your throat raw as your essence dripped down your thighs, just as it was now. Kirishima was using you for his own gratification, and Bakugou was allowing it. This wasn’t okay. 

You clenched your eyes shut tightly as Bakugou’s hands moved to caress your breasts, squeezing them roughly and eagerly pinching your nipples. You heard him groan in your ear, his attention to your nipples increasing as he noticed the little studs in place. “Oh fuck, babygirl, I didn’t know you had piercings here, too. I’m an idiot for not stripping you in the changing room, but I’m not going to make that mistake tonight.” 

His teeth sinking into the skin of your neck and another harsh twist made your body jolt, a moan involuntarily slipping through your lips. Before it could get far, it was devoured by Kirishima, who kissed you passionately to silence you. 

What should I do? It feels good, but… I didn’t want Kirishima like this! 

A rough nibble to your lip forced your mouth open, unable to stop or resist Kirishima's tongue from invading. He tasted like weed and the sour sting of an energy drink still on his lips, but that isn’t what made you want to pull away. Was he… a better kisser than Bakugou? No one could be better than the blonde behind you… at anything! And yet, here Kirishima was, making you completely breathless and absolutely on fire. It wasn’t so brash or dominating, either. 

You loved it. A lot.

A moan leaked through the kiss as Bakugou moved his lips to your ear, running his tongue along the shell of it before nibbling harshly at the delicate skin below. “You like his cock rubbing up against you, baby? You like being pinned between us like the little desperate whore you are?”

Kirishima finally released your lips, giving you a chance to take in deep trembling breaths. “Yes, Katsuki! But I— “

“What?”

“I really have to pee!”

Both men paused with your proclamation, watching your face in confusion as you stood there trembling in their grip. You hadn’t been lying, and it was clear as day in your flushed face. You needed to go to the restroom. If you didn’t, you knew there would be an accident all over yourself and the two men that held you. 

“You’re serious?” Kirishima spoke loudly enough so you could hear him, and you nodded with urgency. After glancing at Bakugou, he took a step back, awkwardly trying to make his boner mostly invisible behind his joggers. “Okay. I’d rather you not piss all over.”

Bakugou turned your head towards him, his glare immediately making your legs feel weak. “He’ll take you upstairs. I’m going to get more drinks and meet you up there. You better not be using this as an excuse, or I’ll have to punish you.”

“I-it’s not, Katsuki, I promise- mmph!” You were silenced as he kissed your lips roughly, his frustration at having to stop apparent. Then, with a rough tap to your ass, you were urged forward and into Kirishima’s arms. You didn’t get a chance to glance back at Bakugou as you were led through the crowd, Kirishima using his height and size to easily push through and bump people out of the way without too much inconvenience to you. Much to your surprise, he was quite attentive of you, pulling you out of the way of wild swinging arms and keeping a firm grip on you in case you were tripped by stray feet. 

By the time you finally reached the stairs, you were completely worn out and feeling like your bladder was about to erupt. Still, you made it up the stairs and into the singular bathroom before you could piss yourself, and as you sat on the toilet, you could truly feel how intoxicated you were. You weren’t sure if your mind was spinning from the alcohol, the weed, or the incredible rush that you had felt on the dancefloor. You could feel, however, that you were incredibly sweaty, your hair sticking to your forehead, cheeks and the back of your neck like it was glued to your skin. Though, the wetness at your cunt and spread across your inner thighs was even worse. 

You couldn’t believe that you had gotten so wet and turned on from what they had done to you. Even your pathetic excuse for underwear was completely soaked through, your essence thick and visible on the black fabric. The way they had cornered you like that wasn’t something that should have excited you so much, yet here you were, trembling and dripping wet. And now, you were caught up here in this room with Kirishima. Who knows how long it might take Bakugou to get the drinks, since the bar was incredibly busy and it had taken nearly fifteen minutes to get yours earlier. 

With a defeated sigh, you wiped and decided to clean yourself up the best you could, even patting your underwear with toilet paper. In the end, the attempt wasn’t very successful, and you almost wanted to rip them back off the instant you pulled them back up to your hips. 

After washing your hands and spending a few minutes fixing your hair and wiping your face and neck of sweat, you left the restroom, finding Kirishima standing near the coffee table with the weed pipe in his hands. He gave you a comforting smile as you approached, taking a hit and blowing the smoke away from you. “Feel better, sweetheart?” 

“Yes… Uhm… Why did-” 

“Want another hit?” Kirishima interrupted you, as if he knew exactly what you were about to ask and wanted to avoid it while he could. “You’re more relaxed now, you’ll get it this time. It’ll calm your nerves, too. You’re trembling like a leaf, babe.”

“I’m… not sure.” 

“You don’t want Bakugou to see you all nervous and uptight, do you?” 

The tone of his voice instantly made your stomach twist, able to hear the slightest twinge of a threat mixed in with the worried question. Of course you didn’t want Bakugou to see you like this. You had just been so peppy and energetic down on the dancefloor, he would surely be annoyed if you grew so timid all the sudden. So, without a word, you took the pipe and lighter, doing everything you could to ignore the twist at the corner of his lips. 

Letting out a trembling breath, you brought the pipe to your lips, able to inhale, hold, and exhale without any urges to cough outside of a slight clearing of your throat. Chuckling, Kirishima took the pipe and lighter from you, setting them down again. “See! Look at you! A natural.” 

“It’s stronger this time.” 

“Yeah, I cleaned it out and prepped it again while you were in the restroom.” As he spoke, you made your way over to the front of the room, looking out of the glass and down at the bar, scanning for the blonde you had left behind. It didn’t take you long to see him, sitting on a stool as he awaited the delivery of the drinks. Though, you instantly felt heat rush to your fluttering stomach, surprised to see that he was already staring up at you. You couldn’t see his expression, but you could almost feel the icy daggers of his glare on your skin. In fact, your entire body was tingling, your mind growing dull while your body felt like every inch of you was being lightly pricked with needles. It was as if you could feel everything. Your hair tickling the back of your neck. Your dress tight against your chest. Your hot and wet underwear clung tightly against your folds and your clit. 

“Find him?” Kirishima nearly startled you enough to make you jump as he came to stand beside you, looking around curiously at all the activity below. “He sticks out like a sore thumb, doesn’t he? Ah, there! He’s already looking up here, too. He’s so into you, babe.” 

“He is…?” 

“Oh yeah. And I can see why.” One of his large hands came to rest against your lower back, stepping in a bit closer to you. “You’re so cute and timid. Obedient.” His hand began to travel down along the curve of your ass, the slight sting of your welts from earlier making you tense and nibble at your lower lip. “Sexy. It’s hard to keep my hands off you.” 

“Katsuki might… get upset if you do anything when he’s not here.” You clutched at the bottom of your dress, trying to keep it down in the front while Kirishima slowly pulled it up from the back. 

“Oh you’re right, he might. Then you’d better not do anything to let him notice, hm? He’s watching us, after all.” His hand began to stroke along your ass, groping and squeezing with a firm grip. “Damn, you have a nice ass.” 

A small squeak escaped your lips as two if his fingers slipped between your cheeks, rubbing your sex on the outside of your underwear. “Kiri… I’m… I don’t want to without Katsuki here.” 

“You sure about that? ‘Cause your wet pussy is telling me otherwise.” With aggressive movements that made you involuntarily take a step closer to the glass, Kirishima moved his hand into your underwear. Without skipping a beat, his middle and ring fingers slid into your wet cunt with ease, forcing a sweet gasp from your lips. “Oh fuck, you’re tight. It’s no wonder Bakugou’s already obsessed after only fucking you once.” 

He began to move his fingers in and out of you, slowly dragging along your inner walls, being sure to keep them curved at just the right angle. Each time he dug them into you, he pressed right into your most sensitive areas, making your entire body tingle and soft moans escape your lips. Though, just as you were about to lean forward and stick your ass out for him, he gave a small hiss in warning. 

“Don’t move, sweetheart. You want him to notice?” He quickened his pace, as if he were trying to get you to give yourself away. Resting his body against the glass using one arm to prop himself up, he appeared completely casual. Since he was turned slightly towards you, he could use this angle for better leverage, digging his fingers into you faster and deeper. “But it’s not just him. Everyone down there can see us.” 

From down below, you were sure that there wasn’t anything suspicious about the two of you, and keeping that facade was completely up to you. Even so, how sensitive your body felt, and the pleasure was already beginning to make your legs weak, so you had to press your hand against the glass to support yourself. Your panting breaths fogged up the clear surface now that you were so close to it, even able to feel your hard nipples rub against the cold. It was so much stimulation so fast that you weren’t sure how long you were going to be able to hold out. 

Whining as you bit down on your bottom lip, you clenched your eyes shut tightly, digging your nails against the glass. “Kiri… please… He’ll notice!” 

“I wonder what he’ll do, then.” He began to alternate between fingering you and rubbing your clit, nearly crippling what little hold you had left on yourself. “He’d punish you, for sure, but I wonder how? Maybe he’ll spank that pretty ass until you’re crying. Or edge you over and over. Or not give you anything at all.” 

“I… please--” A moan cut you off as you began to feel yourself growing closer and closer to your release, placing both of your hands against the glass, now. “Please, I can’t hold it!” 

“Going to cum already? Let’s change it up a bit, then.” 

For a split second, you thought that he was going to completely stop as he removed his fingers from your aching and trembling cunt. Instead, you were met with a jolt of shock through your core as both of his fingers moved to your asshole, beginning to press into you without any warning. You couldn’t stop your hips from arching back towards his hand, your upper body and forehead firmly against the glass. “K-Kiri-!” 

“Ooh, looks like someone like their ass filled up, hm? What a shame Bakugou didn’t play with you here, that little squeak you just made was adorable.” His fingers slid into you up to his knuckles, bending and flexing them apart to make you moan and wiggle. “That’s it, sweetheart. You like your ass fucked?” 

“Y-yes,” you forced your eyes open, looking back down at Bakugou through the dark and flashing neon lights. He was still watching you, but there was something else. With the cover of the dark and his hips turned towards the counter, you could see him palming himself between his legs. Could he tell what was happening? Was he really getting off on it? “Kiri… I think he can tell- ah! Fuck!” Your voice cracked as he began to move his fingers within you, moving at an even quicker and more aggressive pace than he had been before. 

“He can? Well fuck, sweetheart, that means so can all the other people down there.” Kirishima moved in closer, pressing his lips against your flushed cheek, his smirk wide and eyes gleaming with enjoyment. “Can you feel their eyes on you? Watching you get off on me fingering your ass like the good little slut you are. You like being watched, don’t you?”

“I… I don’t want them all to see me! But Katsuki is… he’s watching…” 

“That’s right. He’s watching while I get to play with you. He’s so jealous he can’t help but watch, just waiting for his chance. You like that, don’t you?” 

“Yes… Yes, I like him watching me.” Your body began to rock with his movements, the pleasure building back up rapidly. “Just to know that Katsuki wants me so bad… It makes me so hot!” You couldn’t stop your voice as your hips arched further back, trembling legs spreading a bit. “Please! Please let me cum, Kiri! I want to cum while he watches me!” 

“Yeah, babe, cum all over my fingers. That’s it.” The encouraging grumble of his voice in your ear and the increased speed of his fingers within you immediately made you lose it, gasping and moaning against the glass as you struggled to stay up on your feet. The waves of pleasure that crashed over you were so intense, much more than you had ever felt just from a little assplay, but you didn’t care to try to rationalize why. 

“What a good girl.” Kirishima pressed his lips against your cheek in a playful kiss, removing his fingers and giving your backend a few light smacks. “How about we sit down for a while, hm? You need to relax a bit before Bakugou gets back up here.” 

Pushing yourself up off the glass, you didn’t think about looking for Bakugou again before you followed him over towards the couches on weak legs. You could still feel the remnants of your orgasm pulsing through your body, the slickness that you had wiped away in the bathroom once again coating your thighs and further soaking your underwear. His large, rough fingers had felt so good inside you, and although he had allowed you to cum, you were feeling severely unsatisfied and just all around… needy? Was that the right word to use? You wanted them to touch you, to hold and to praise you. But for now, it seemed as if Kirishima was perfectly content to wait a while, leaving you standing by the couches as he flopped to sit, resting back against the armrest with his legs up casually on the cushions. 

Nearly immediately, your dizzy gaze landed on the very obvious form of his cock beneath his joggers, reminding you immediately of what he had done to you on the dancefloor. Now that you could see it, your stomach fluttered with curiosity and interest, making you crave to have his cock in your hands. Walking over casually, you ignored his curious look as you took a moment to take off your shoes, before settling onto the couch between his legs. For the first time, you saw his cheeks flush, obviously having not expected you to suddenly be so handsy as you palmed along the hard length of his cock. 

“What’s up, sweetheart? Can’t wait?” 

“You’re… bigger than Katsuki?” 

Your question was met with a chuckle, Kirishima’s grin breaking his face as he allowed you to touch him. “Don’t let him hear you admit that. Not by much, but yeah, sure. Take a look.” 

With his permission, you pulled his pants down just enough to allow his cock to spring free, a shocked squeak nearly escaping your throat at the sight of him. It was true, he wasn’t any longer than Bakugou, but his girth was much more impressive. His flushed tip was pierced just as Bakugou’s had been, but he sported a bar through the underside of the blushing head that you recognized as a prince albert. For a moment, you wondered if all the band members had their dicks pierced, but that thought was quickly pushed to the back of your mind as his cock gave an impatient twitch. 

Without much consideration of the consequences, you took it into your hands, beginning to lightly pump and spread his precum around the tip and down his shaft. Kirishima gave a relieved sigh at your touch, resting one arm behind his head so he could relax and watch you. “Ah fuck… that’s it, nice and slow. Why don’t you spit on it a little, huh?” 

Leaning forward, you passionately rolled your tongue around his tip, before pulling back a bit and allowing your saliva to flow freely, using your hand to spread it down his length. The groan he gave made a smile creep across your lips as you sat back up from him, using both of your hands to stroke his cock with a firmer grip. “How’s that?” 

“Incredible. Fuck, babe… Let me see those pretty tits, huh?” 

Since your dress had low cut sleeves to begin with, it was easy for you to slip your arms out of them, before pulling the fabric down to expose your breasts to him. Not wearing a bra, they slipped easily from the tight dress, revealing your hard nipples and cute jeweled piercings. Leaning forward a bit closer to him, you continued to stroke his cock with the soft plushness of your chest around him, watching his face closely for any sign of approval. His usually smug or cheerful expression was hazed over with lust, crimson eyes watching your every move. He looked so cute and innocent, just like the man you had always seen on social media, and you loved that you had reduced him back to being his softer self just with a touch and a flash of your tits. 

Scooting your hips back a bit and propping yourself up on your knees, you leaned in and took him fully into your mouth, starting with just a sweet tease to his tip before taking him all the way down to the base. Kirishima immediately groaned and tensed beneath you, his large hand coming down to rest on the back of your head, gathering up your hair to keep it out of the way for you. “Oh fuck, damn it! Look at you, taking my cock so well. Such a good girl-” 

Suddenly, the sound of the door opening startled you both and you nearly gagged from the sudden pressure Kirishima put on the back of your head. Unable to move and unable to see, all you could do was listen to the booming voice from behind you while you tried to find some room to breathe with the cock down your throat. 

“You horny fuckers couldn’t even wait until I got back?” Bakugou’s voice was followed by the sound of the door slamming shut, along with the click of the lock. “I spend all that fucking time down there getting drinks for us and you decide to fool around without me?!” 

“Hey man, I didn’t start this! She wanted to suck my dick herself. Oh shit, sorry, sweetheart!” Kirishima released your head as you whined and wiggled to try and get yourself free, allowing you to come up. Coughing, you glowered up at Kirishima as you placed a hand over your throat, spitting the excess saliva that had gathered in your mouth onto his cock in retaliation. 

“Oh did she?” Bakugou came up behind you, putting the drinks down on the table before taking a hold of your hair and pulling you back so you were looking up at him. “And what about that little show you put on against the windows? Whose idea was that?” 

Your face flushed, stomach bubbling nervously as your fears that he could tell were confirmed. And yet, you only grew hotter, biting down onto your bottom lip as you peered up at him though your lashes. For a moment, you considered lying and saying that you had started it all, just to see what he would do, but the ever honest Kirishima spoke up first. 

“I couldn’t help it, man. She has a nice ass. But I didn’t tell her to act all obvious, she just couldn’t control herself.” 

“That’s because she’s nothing but a slut.” Still using his grip on your hair, Bakugou forced you back down so that your lips were pressed against the wet tip of Kirishima’s cock, not giving you any other choice but to open your mouth and take him in. Again, your head was forced all the way down to his pelvis, your nose pressing against his skin. As you whined, your eyes began to tear up from the pressure and uncomfortable presence deep in your throat, digging your nails into Kirishima’s hips to try and stop him from shifting beneath you. 

Struggling to breathe through your nose, you could feel your dress being pushed up around your hips, Bakugou’s free hand gripping your ass and spreading you open with no regard for the stinging welts he had left earlier that night. “Fuck, what the hell are these? Did you expect to get fucked tonight, baby?” His rough fingers stroked along your lace panties, before pulling them down away from your hips and to your thighs. “Look how fucking wet you are, too. Did that moron make you cum?” 

When he released your head, you pulled up slowly, gazing up at Kirishima to watch his flushed face and listen to his groans. Once your lips left him, you didn’t bother to spit or clean up the thick saliva and precum that dribbled from your tongue, using it to instead stroke him firmly with both hands. “Yes, Katsuki,” You choked out through your sore throat, arching your hips further up as Bakugou gripped your ass with both hands, spreading you open to watch your twitching cunt. “He made me cum while you watched. While the whole club could see.” 

“Did you like that I was watching?” Bakugou ran his thumb in slow circles against your clit. “Did that get you off, you nasty fuck?” 

“Mm, yes-” Your pace quickened, almost hypnotized by the way Kirishima reacted to your touch as Bakugou teased you. “I loved it.” 

“And how did he make you cum, huh?” The sound of a zipper and shifting clothing was lost behind his voice and the pounding in your ears. As your lips pressed against the tip of Kirishima’s cock to prepare to take him again, a moan interrupted you, your hips arching back up into Bakugou’s touch as two of his fingers slipped into your wet pussy. “Did he finger your slutty cunt?” 

“Yes,” Spurred on by the pleasure, you ran your tongue up and down along Kirishima’s throbbing shaft, your free hand pushing his joggers further down out of the way so you could cup and massage his balls. Kirishima gave a grunt, reaching down to dig his fingers into your hair again. 

“C’mon, sweetheart, tell him the truth.” 

“The truth? Tch, I bet I know what he did.” Removing his fingers from within you, they both slid up to your asshole, sinking in with ease and making your entire body shudder with a moan. “Your ass, huh? I should have fucking known. Fine, then.” Shifting his hips closer, you could feel the presence of his cock between your cheeks when he removed his hand, gripping your hips instead. “Let me fill up this slutty little hole for you.” 

Before you could truly ground yourself, the tip of his thick cock slipped into your asshole with just as much ease as his fingers, forcing a sharp gasp from your lips. Biting down onto your bottom lip as he sunk in inch by inch, you buried your face into Kirishima’s pelvis, your entire body trembling. Just as before, his size was more than you had ever taken before in either hole, and he left you feeling full and breathless. 

“K-Katsuki--!” 

“That’s right, babygirl. Moan my fucking name.” With a rough snap of his hips to start his quick pace, you cried out against Kirishima’s skin, your hand leaving his cock to instead dig your nails into his toned stomach. “How’s my fat cock feel, huh? Stretching your tight asshole-- ah fuck, baby!” As you constricted around him in response to the pleasure and his filthy mouth, he only fucked you faster and harder, his balls slapping against your clit and sending jolts of hot white pleasure through your body. 

For a while, you were completely engrossed in the feeling of his cock inside you, until a smack of Kirishima’s cock to your cheek reminded you that he was still here, too. Although it was nearly impossible for you to hold back your voice, you sat up and took his cock into your mouth again, using the pleasure to push yourself harder to please him more aggressively. 

“Ah shit! Damn!” Kirishima once again gripped onto your head, but with both hands this time. “Wait, wait! Hold still-” Using his grip on your head, he shifted his legs a bit, using new leverage to begin thrusting his hips up to fuck your mouth at his own pace. Completely at their mercy, you supported yourself with your arms against the couch, your eyes once again tearing up from the rough throat fucking and pleasure abusing your mind. The moans and filthy, lewd wet noises that came from your mouth were uncontrollable, as was the saliva and tears that coated Kirishima’s cock. 

It was painful.

It was hot. 

It was an absolute dream. 

And yet, you wanted more. You wanted these men to completely destroy you, to leave you as nothing but a twitching mess leaking their cum. 

“Want to swallow my cum, sweetheart?” 

With Kirishima’s question, you found the chance to try and get your way, giving a miniscule shake of your head as you reached up to try and push his hands off you. Bakugou scoffed, not letting up on his pace. 

“The fuck? Just cum, don’t ask her-” 

“Shut up, man, she’s trying to say something,” Allowing you up off his cock, you took a moment to cough, which was difficult behind your urge to moan and gasp in air. 

“I want both of your cocks inside me!” You finally choked out when you had a chance, gazing up at Kirishima with your flushed, teary and begging expression. “Please fill me up with both of your cocks! I need them!” A squeak escaped your lips as Bakugou grabbed you by the arms, pulling you up against his chest as his hand wrapped around your neck. 

“Beg harder,” He growled in your ear, one hand gripping your breast as he fucked you harder. For a moment, your mind went blank with the pleasure, unsure of what you had even wanted outside of Bakugou’s dick buried so deep inside of you. The pleasure in your core was near cracking, and as you looked down at Kirishima to see him pumping his own cock at the sight of you being ruined, it only spiked higher. 

“I want you to both fuck me! Please! Please, Katsuki, I’m begging you! I-- aah, fuck! Fuck!” Leaning your head back, it wasn’t another second before you came hard, your body tensing in his grip and rocking back against his hips as they also came to a stop from how hard you squeezed around him. Giving a low growl in satisfaction, Bakugou held your body tightly back against him, digging his cock as deep into you as he could get with a light bucking of his hips. 

“Oh fuck, babygirl, that’s it. Such a naughty bitch, cumming from being fucked in the ass like that. And you still want more, huh?” Bakugou spoke low in your ear, and although you were beyond high on the release, you found it within yourself to nod. 

Smirking against your cheek, Bakugou removed his cock from you. “Fine then.” While you were still trying to regain control of your dizzy mind, he gave you a rough nudge, forcing your weak and trembling body to fall forward onto Kirishima. The redhead caught you by the arms to help you steady yourself, giving an annoyed huff as he guided you up to straddle his hips. 

“Watch it, man! She could have crushed my dick, then I’d be outta luck!” 

“Shut the fuck up. I’m sick of waiting, if you don’t get a move on, I’m kicking your fucking ass out of here.” 

“Boys, boys.” You pushed yourself up on your arms so you were balanced on all fours, smiling down at Kirishima through your lustful haze. “There’s no need to argue.” Reaching down between your bodies, you took hold of Kirishima’s cock, holding it steady as you ran your dripping wet sex along it, teasing your sensitive clit. “I’m here for you both to use me. As much as you want.” Looking back over your shoulder, you caught Bakugou’s glare, though it quickly flicked back down to your hips as you began to lower yourself down onto Kirishima’s cock, letting him slip into your pussy slowly. “You like watching, Katsuki?” 

Bakugou scoffed, his face flushing. “You’d better fucking watch it, whore. Don’t forget who owns your stupid ass.” 

“But I love it when you watch me,” You let out an airy moan as Kirishima filled you up all the way to the base, not leaving a single inch of you untouched. “Just to know that I turn you on so much without even having to touch you. Even if it’s another man… Even if it’s Kiri’s fat cock inside me. It makes me so happy, Katsuki.” Steading yourself with your hands against Kirishima’s stomach, you began to roll your hips, sighing and cursing softly from the pleasure. “Fuck, so big! Both of your cocks are so big and perfect!” 

As Kirishima gripped onto your hips tightly, he was immediately taken over by the euphoria he felt being buried so deep within your wet pussy, using his strength to guide your body to start bouncing on his cock instead. “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck, your pussy is so tight!” It wasn’t another few seconds before he couldn’t resist thrusting his hips up into you, holding you steady as he ravaged your wet and clenching cunt at his own pace. He was hard and rough, slamming into you like a man starved, desperate for the pleasure and release he craved. “You’re such a perfect little slut.” 

Now forced to lean forward, weak arms propping you up on either side of his body, you allowed him to fuck you as he wished, each slam of his tip against your cervix blurring your vision with white sparks of pleasure. The way his thick cock filled you up and his piercing rubbed against your inner walls was building up your pleasure so rapidly that your body became completely weak, arms collapsing under you until you were laying on his chest. Somehow, you found the mental focus to look over your shoulder, your body flushing hotter at the sight of Bakugou eagerly pumping his own cock, his glare locked on the way that Kirishima was using you. 

“Ka- Katsuki,” You choked out through your moans, doing everything you could to keep hold of your mind for just a moment longer. “Please watch me while I cum! Please! A-ah! Kiri, w-wait, I--!” As the redhead grew rougher with you, there wasn’t anything you could do to hold back the pleasure any longer, and your orgasm ripped through your body like a spark of lightning, making your entire body tense and tremble. “Fuck! Fucking hell, that fat cock is so fucking good!” 

“Damn right it is, sweetheart.” Kirishima landed a hard smack to your currently unmarked asscheek. “You like being fucked by big cocks?” 

“Yes… I’ve never had cocks like this though…” You turned your face more into the skin of his chest, ignoring the sweat and drool. “Both of you… So perfect…” 

“We aren’t even done with you yet, sweetheart.” Taking hold of your ass in both hands, Kirishima spread you open, addressing the blond that still sat behind you, who was oddly quiet and patient. “C’mon, man. Let’s give her what she really wants.” 

For a moment, you felt embarrassed at the fact that Kirishima was holding your cheeks apart, your pussy still stuffed with his cock and your asshole twitching in anticipation. Looking over your shoulder again, you caught Bakugou’s gaze, the pleading expression in your eyes instantly bringing a wicked and excited smirk to his lips. That initial embarrassment spiked, holding your breath as Bakugou came in closer, taking over the task of holding your ass open. 

The tip of his cock, hot and blushing with the need for his own release, teased your tight, unoccupied hole, the feeling of his frenum piercing rolling across your skin bringing a whimper from your throat. You wanted it so much that it was nearly painful to have to wait like this. You felt powerless in the situation, only able to wait for them to decide to begin, and the anticipation was making your stomach flutter and roll. The butterflies escaped your lips with the sound of a small plea, barely audible even by you, but Bakugou was quick to take notice. 

“What’s that, babygirl?” 

“P-please…” You pushed the word out with your strangled breath, still watching him from over your shoulder. “Please don’t make me keep waiting!” You bit down onto your bottom lip as his thumb rolled over the waiting hole, teasingly dipping it in to the first knuckle. “Mm... Katsuki--” A sharp gasp escaped your lips as he landed a rough spank to your already bruised and abused cheek from earlier that night in the dressing room, the spike of pain making your body tense. Kirishima groaned and wiggled beneath you, his hips bucking lightly impatiently as your core squeezed tightly around him in reaction to the pain. 

“Aah fuck! Shit, sweetheart, don’t squeeze so tight like that, it’s hard enough not to fuck your brains out right now.” 

“What’s the matter? She’s too tight for ya?” Bakugou landed another hard, full palmed smack to your ass, forcing a sharp moan from your lips and your tensing body bringing Kirishima into another series of squirming. “I’m surprised you’re still in this, you’re usually a two-pump chump!” Then, the instant your body calmed, he shoved his entire length into you in one fell swoop, his hips meeting with the red plushness of your ass. “Fuck… How can she be such a perfect little slut?” 

The sudden feeling of being so full knocked all the air out of your lungs, your back arching to try to accommodate them both, digging your nails into the fabric of the couch. Your mind was so overwhelmed with the pressure that you could barely hear Kirishima snapping back at Bakugou for the insult he had given him, only hearing the sound of his voice without comprehending words. They were both buried so deep inside you that you worried you might split apart if they started moving, and with that realization, another came to the front of your dizzy mind. 

You’ve never had two dicks inside you at the same time. 

Never. 

With how excited and desperate you had been for it, the men must have assumed that you had and weren’t going to go easy on you. You wanted to speak, to say anything to tell them the truth, but you found it nearly impossible to pull enough air into your lungs to speak. They were about to absolutely ruin you, and you wondered in that moment if you’d be able to take it, or if you’d beg for mercy with the first thrust. 

It was Kirishima who moved first, thrusting his hips upwards slow and shallow, forcing a cry from your throat and your eyes to clench shut, hiding in his chest. “Shh, sweetheart, we got you.” Since Bakugou was holding onto your hips, Kirishima’s hands were free to caress you, one on your side and the other on the back of your head. With his tender touch, however, came longer strokes of his cock inside you, the overwhelming presence pushing tears from behind your closed eyelids. “Just breathe.” 

Bakugou, however, was not as merciful. He picked up on Kirishima’s rhythm, pulling himself all the way out to the tip before plunging back into your tense and constricting asshole. Bakugou hissed, digging his fingers into your plush hips, his blunt nails stinging your skin. “Fucking hell, babygirl, you’re just sucking me right in. Damn-!” A groan escaped him as he picked up his pace, your body starting to rock between them as the skin of his pelvis slapped against your red and abused cheeks. 

“A-ah, Katsuki-!” You nearly screamed out in shock, though your face was still buried into Kirishima’s chest. “Not so fast! Please!” 

“Oh no, babe. You begged for this. We’re giving you exactly what you asked for.” 

As if picking up on a cue, Kirishima also increased his pace, until they were both thrusting into you as deep as they could possibly get, hard and fast. Though, with their increased pace came a new feeling washing over you, pushing past the dull, uncomfortable pain. They were filling up every inch of you, caressing you and staying as perfectly in sync as they could, doing everything they could to pleasure you. And that was all you could feel. 

The pleasure. 

It pulsed through every inch of you like shockwaves, sending it rocketing up your body and down your limbs. There was no other word that you could think of to describe it besides “perfect”, and you knew that there would never be another set of men in your entire life that could make you feel this way. That could use you like this, making you feel so vulnerable yet adored at the same time. No matter the reason, these two men who you loved dearly, wanted you. 

And damn, you were happy. 

“Fuck, yes-!” You finally choked out, finding a smidgen of strength to allow you to prop yourself up on your elbows. Still, your head hung slack, your tear-filled eyes rolled up and mouth open with unending moans. “Your cocks feel so good inside me!” 

“There she is,” Deep groan reverberating in his chest from your encouragement, Bakugou increased his place, giving you another firm slap on the ass. “That’s right, you slut. Now tell me who you belong to.” 

“You! You, Katsuki-!” 

“-And?”

“-Kiri! I belong to both of you! I’m your little slut, please do whatever you want with me! Just please don’t stop, I want to feel your cum inside me!” 

If you were honest, you weren’t sure how long they ravaged you like this. You came again, before your body was just too overly stimulated, and all you could do was lay there against Kirishima’s chest, moaning and trembling constantly. There wasn’t a rational or clear thought in your head, only able to focus on their dicks inside you, and their increasingly loud moans and grunts. 

They were getting close. 

“Fucking shit-” Bakugou was barely able to get the curse out before his hips began to shutter, his thrusts becoming erratic and shallow until he released inside of you, the hot feeling of his cum pulling you back into full consciousness. You peeked at him over your shoulder the best you could through your wild hair, finding his flushed, sweaty, and satisfied image endearing. You felt so empty with his exit, but you didn’t have much time to focus on that, as Kirishima immediately scooped you up and flipped you both over so you were beneath him. 

Smirk on his lips, he bent your legs back up to your chest, his pace and depth only increasing and sending you into another round of incoherent moans. 

“That’s it, sweetheart. I want to see that pretty face when I fill you up with my cum.” 

Clutching onto his arms tightly, your nails dug into his biceps as your eyes stayed locked on the way his hips moved, almost hypnotized by the sight of his cock slamming in and out of your abused cunt. The veiny girth that was absolutely coated in your slick found no resistance, and with this new visual paired with the feeling of rapid dragging along your clenching walls, you could feel another orgasm peaking fast. “K-Kiri-!” 

“Going to cum on my fat cock again, huh? Go on- Ah, oh fuck-!” A hiss escaped through his teeth as you came, your entire body quivering, cunt clenching around him and head leaning back. Your moans hitched and shook uncontrollably, unsure of exactly how loud you were as your mind fogged over with the endless waves of pleasure paired with the new heat that flooded your core with Kirishima’s release. The redhead that pinned you down was rough with his release, his hips rutting against yours with sharp snaps and deep grinding, which only prolonged your release until you were nothing but a limp, trembling mess. 

“Look at you. You’re so damn pretty.” Kirishima’s voice barely registered in your mind, as did the clicking sound of a phone taking pictures. “Bakugou, come hold her legs back.” 

Your teary gaze landed on Bakugou as he came to stand near your head, taking your calves into his hands and pulling them back so you were further contorted. With the movement, Kirishima removed his cock from within you, leaving you feeling incredibly empty, though the heat of his cum leaking out of you was very noticeable. With a whine as your knees were pressed on either side of your head, you weakly gripped onto Bakugou’s hands, looking up at him with exhausted, innocent curiosity. Fluffy blonde hair stuck to his face that was coated with sweat, Bakugou smirked down at you, glancing over every inch of your body. 

“Fuck babygirl, you should see yourself. You’re a mess.” 

You swallowed hard against your dry and aching throat, smiling softly as your hand traveled up and down his forearm tenderly. “All… all for you.” The sound of the phone's camera going off finally got your attention and you looked at Kirishima instead, your stomach fluttering nervously at the sight of him snapping pictures of your body. “P-pictures…?” 

“I’ve never seen a pussy this pretty, sweetheart. And it’s just dripping with my jizz… Your ass is, too, with your cheeks all fucking red from Bakugou spanking you. You’re a damn masterpiece, baby. I should have recorded this whole thing.” Obviously filming now, Kirishima ran his thumb from your asshole up along your cunt and to your clit, dragging the mess of cum with him. After a few teasing rolls of your clit, he brought his thumb up to your mouth, not even having to say a word before you opened wide to suck the digit clean. “Damn that’s hot.” 

“Save that recording shit for later. There will be plenty to shoot back at the hotel. Right, babygirl?” Bakugou released your legs, allowing you to close them and rest them comfortably to the side. Once your mouth was free of Kirishima’s fingers, you licked your lips, eyes locked on your celebrity crush as he gazed down at you expectantly. 

Any rational thought that should have peaked in your mind was smothered by a screaming need to stay with him, to do whatever he wanted just so that you could be in his presence for as long as possible. Before you knew it, you were up on trembling knees, turning to face him and timidly clutching on tightly to the front of his shirt. “Yes, Katsuki. Anything you want.” 

“That’s right,” Bakugou pulled you in closer, latching his arms around your torso and kissing you with a gentle passion that sent your heart racing. “You’ll do anything for me.” 

“And for me.” Kirishima came up to press himself against your back, his hands tightly on your hips as he kissed your cheek playfully. You couldn’t resist a soft giggle from escaping your lips, both of your arms wrapping around Bakugou’s torso tightly. 

“Mm, yes! Anything for both of you-” 

KNOCK KNOCK

“Hey, are you three done in there yet!? Hurry up! We have girls and more drinks, and I have to piss!” 

“The couches better still be clean!” 

Kirishima chuckled, releasing you with a final pat to your backside before hopping up and fixing his clothes back into proper place. “Shit, sorry, just a sec!” 

Bakugou, however, didn’t bother responding to them, kissing you again tenderly while pulling your dress back down to cover your hips. “I hope you’re ready, babygirl.” 

“For what?” 

“The afterparty is just getting started. I hope that partying with your favorite band will be everything you ever dreamed of.” 

“As long as I get to be close to you, Katsuki, I’ll do anything. Anything at all.” 

“That’s my good girl.”

[channoticedmeuwu]

Bloom | Chapter 22 : Broken Mirrors Bring Bad Luck

Pairing : kim doyoung x fem!reader

Genre : fluff, angst, arranged marriage au!, CEO doyoung! au.

Started : 28.10.20

Finished : 18.12.20

Warnings : mmmm idkKkk none actually hAh karma isn't a warning ;))

A/n : hellowww I'm sorry for uploading tHIS late, but bear with me here. Hopefully, this chapter brings us justice because DAMN honestly. Well, enjoy!!!

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(btw, White Day is a holiday that occurs exactly a month after Valentine's day, it's when the boys give their significant others (girls) gifts, because on Valentine's day, the girls give it to the boys. This is for context :>>)

"Dad," Doyoung placed down his teacup on the table, straightening his back, "Why didn't you tell me about this?"

Doyoung's father sighed and placed his own saucer down. The light from the windows of the living room shone on his coffee. Mingyu crossed his legs and kept his fingers comfortably crossed over his knees as his eyes darted front and back, anticipating Mr. Kim's next move.

"I was afraid you wouldn't think rationally and blame Katherine for all I said."

Doyoung only clicked his tongue. "Oh, but I would."

"And when I saw you getting defensive," his father continued, unfazed by his son rolling his eyes and mumbling side commentary, "I knew I should not say anything. I had initially thought I would have told you, but I changed my mind pretty quick."

"Dad. That was stupid to trust someone whom you aren't even related to."

"I had no choice!" His father seemed rather guilty than upset, "You know her father. I couldn't just say no?"

"Yes, Dad," Mingyu shook his head, "That's the point. You could have. Close or not."

"You would never understand."

His father looked down as Doyoung sighed, standing up and picking up his teacup. After he kept it in the kitchen, he silently walked past the room they were in, strolling towards the door and grabbing the keys as Mingyu walked behind him.

"Doyoung!" He called as Doyoung opened the door, "Where are you going?"

"Home?"

He rolled his eyes and skipped to where his brother was, and whispered, "Don't be so harsh on Dad. It's not his fault."

"What do you mean? He spread misinformation."

"Yes, I know, but I can tell he's guilty."

"I don't know, Mingyu, it'll take me some time to get used to."

Mingyu pushed his brother out the door and walked with him. "So, what are you planning on doing now?"

"Cutting Katherine and her family off."

"Yes, but-"

"But what?"

"Don't make a hasty decision. You know, I'm always here~"

Mingyu stuck his fingers in the dimples of his cheeks as Doyoung gagged. "Stop. You're not cute."

"Ah, shut up! It embarrassed you, and that's what's funny."

"Why are we related?"

"Because Dad and Mom-"

"NO!"

Mingyu laughed as his brother slowly inched away from him towards the car. "But besides that, I'm expecting you to handle everything..." He took a pause, and then spoke, with a loud and firm tone as Doyoung opened the door of the car, "Maturely."

"Yes, yes," Doyoung waved his hand, "Maturely."

"And I hope you got a good box of chocolates for Y/n," Mingyu spun on his heel and walked towards the enterance door as the engine of the car whirred to life.

"Why?"

Mingyu turned around, a smug expression on his mature and fair features, "Oh, did the pretty husband forget?"

Doyoung stared at him in confusion.

"Oh, silly me. Doyoung~" His brother patted his head, making a heart with his fingers.

"Today's White Day."

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Doyoung shuffled inside the house. Y/n was lying comfortably on the couch, scrolling through a list of movies on the TV, and mumbling to herself. Her ashy brown hair were tied into a un-neat bun over her head. Her lips were dyed red from the Raspberry Lolly she was constantly licking, and there were splatters of pink stains on her worn out, oversized, grey t-shirt. She looked like a 23 year old child, just staring at the screen angrily and groaning, when she heard the clucking of Doyoung's shoes. She looked behind, and saw him roll his eyes as he threw his bag on the couch and slouched next to her.

"What are you watching?"

"Movie posters."

She threw the remote at him. As he switched between movies, she looked at him, her lolly in her lips, and scrunched up her nose at him. "Tone the cologne down, big guy."

"You can still smell it?"

"Well, yeah!" She got up and hopped over to the freezer, picking out two more ice pops, "You literally drown yourself in that scent."

"The more, the merrier."

She rolled her eyes and handed him a blueberry ice pop. "You should really get changed, though."

He shook his head as he settled down even further as the movie buffered, tearing the wrapper open. "You sound like my mom. "Doyoung! Go get changed!" I'll do it, damn."

"No, I know you won't do it."

"How do you know?"

She bit the last of her ice pop and reached for another, "I just know."

He bit off the top of the ice pop, "Just so you know, were watching a kid's movie."

"That's even better."

"Oh, and I got you this."

She turned her head around as he pulled something out of his pocket. It was long, like a shiny noodle. She couldn't really tell what it was until he pushed his treat in her direction. "Here, hold this."

He steadied himself infront of her as she stared in confusion, and put two of his arms around her neck. She felt his hands working something right behind on her neck, and in less than a second, a rose gold necklace, adorned with small, crystal clear jewels, hung around her neck. He looked down at the pendant for a couple of seconds, and it seemed that the light reflecting from the jewels was shining in his dark yet bright eyes. His eyes flickered and met her own, "This really compliments your eyes, did you know that?"

"My eyes?"

"Yeah," his cheeks started turning as red as her ice pop, "Like, I mean, I knew the sale's lady said it would be pretty on you when I showed her your photo, but like, damn I didn't know it would look this...pretty."

"Why did you buy it? It's not my birthday."

He took his ice pop from her fingers, and ended up getting absorbed with the feel of her fingers around his own, "Did you forget?"

"Forget what?"

"It's White Day."

"Oh, is it?"

"You did forget!"

"Was this on sale?"

"Nope."

"Looks very pretty, Doyoung," she whispered, fingering the necklace.

"Yep, I know," he inched closer as the both of them focussed on the movie, his cold and blueberry scented breath whispering in her ear, "But not as pretty as you."

"Oh, shut up!"

"Make me!"

"God, why!?"

"Shut up! You're ruining the movie!"

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"So, Katherine," Caroline snatched her teacup away from Katherine's tray laying on the garden table, "You seem uneasy today."

Katherine tucked her hair behind her ear as she looked down, her face flushing after receiving Y/n's piercing gaze.

"N-no. I don't think so."

"Hm. Don't you think, Y/n. I feel like she's a little bit under the weather."

Caroline and Y/n exchanged a smirk.

"Yes, too bad," Y/n admired the pendant of her necklace around her freshly manicured nails.

Word spreads around fast, for Caroline knew exactly what and why everything had occured. How did she find out? Y/n didn't know herself. But, Caroline's undying resentment for the situation really seemed to shine through, as she pined and poked at every small detail to bring down Katherine. Even going to the lengths of complimenting Y/n, which, of course, boiled Katherine's blood.

Y/n pushed her teacup away from herself, turning her head away. "Katherine, I don't like the tea. I'm going to pass."

"O-of course."

She looked up, her eyes fixating on the necklace that hung prettily around Y/n's neck.

"That's a beautiful necklace, where did you buy it?"

"A gift."

"From?"

Y/n looked up, straightening her back, plastering a smile on her face which immediately screamed rage, "Doyoung."

Caroline's chair screeched as she stood, picking up her purse. "Sorry, I have to be somewhere. Y/n will keep you company, won't you, Y/n?"

Her eyes shone mischievously as Y/n, and she smirked before spinning on her heel towards the door.

As soon as the door slam shut, the warmth in the air seemed to churn into something unpleasantly cold and unsettling. Katherine felt Y/n's gaze looking down upon her.

She took in a deep breath as she picked up the tray with the tea set. The tray was shaking violently under her hold, and she walked towards the kitchen. Y/n scoffed, and stood up as Katherine disappeared down the hall.

"Hey, Katherine?" Her voice boomed and echoed throughout the house, "Take care, would you? We don't want another unfortunate mishap happening, now would we?"

There was a shattering noise, accompanied with a loud shriek. "It burns!"

Y/n sighed, her heels walking down the halls along the same path Caroline walked out. "Like I said, take care!"

The sound of Katherine falling on her knees around the burning liquid and shattered glass wasn't heard due from how loud Y/n shut the front door. She screamed, pulling her hair out. She yelled, she cried, she broke the glass further ; it wasn't worth it. No one heard her. She was left to rot, along with scorching hot tea and unsuccessful plans, in a dark house. The silent murmur of the cold wind blowing in the house whispered her goodnight, and all she could hope for was when, or even if, her own husband would find her lying in a petrified state like this.

Really, history does repeat itself. Was this history, or was it just the sweet taste of karma?

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[firefeerie]

A short JiKook Fanfic: RATING

[Scenario: Jihope are sitting outside a cafe, drinking cold drinks and rating fashion of people walking by them. JinKook happens to pass from there as well.]

Seokjin and Jungkook, the step-siblings, are just walking down the road, minding their own business when they hear two giggly and excited whispers.

"The one in blue denim and white shirt, man, I would give him a solid eight!" The slightly high-pitch voice claims, making Jungkook falter in his next step and consequently, Seokjin comes to a halt, as well, arching a questioning brow at his younger brother. Jungkook just thumb toward the direction the two voices are floating from.

"Why dock off two points though?" The other voice questions. "Isn't he like totally your type? Slightly muscular, not that much taller than you, brunet, and big brown eyes, huh?"

"I am cutting off two points because his sleeves are down" the high-pitch voice answers while chuckling nonstop. "If only he has his sleeves folded, showcasing his veiny arms... uuuuummmm... that would have been delicious and worthy of full points."

Jungkook, appall at the judgement an entire stranger is putting forward, gives a warning look to his sniggering elder brother. It seems Seokjin is enjoying the current happening.

Jungkook turns his head at the left side, noticing a pair of males sitting under an umbrella, outside a cafe. The one with high-pitch sound and laugh catches his attention first. Of course, that bright pink mop of hairs is attention worthy. So is the whitish-pink complexion of a slightly petite male with a beautiful eye smile.

The males seem to be killing time, drinking cold drinks and rating fashion of people walking by the cafe. A childlike behavior in Jungkook's opinion.

It is quite hot and Jungkook, along with his elder brother, is on his way to meet their cousins, Namjoon and Taehyung and Seokjin's long time boyfriend, Yoongi. They don't have time for this nonsense, anyway. Jungkook gestures for his brother to move on, they should not keep their friends waiting.

But just then...

"What about the other guy? The one is blue shirt and black slack, huh, Hobi?" The one in pink hairs say loudly.

"Hmm... he is so-so... maybe, a 5 or 6, I guess," the other male says with a nonchalant shrug. But, the way Seokjin freezes on his spot, his face going slightly red, Jungkook knows something bad is coming their way.

"A five or six?!" Seokjin exclaims loudly, pushing Jungkook's flailing arms so the elder male can glare at the culprit. "Did a horse like you gave my flower like face a five? My high fashion sense a mere six?? Did you??"

"Seokjin Hyung!" Jungkook tries to hold his ruffle elder brother back, but with no luck! "Hyung, let's go from here. Yoongi is waiting for you!"

"No! They have the auduacity to give you an eight but me- the world wide handsome guy- a mere six!?!?" Seokjin declares, narrowing his eyes at the two friends- who had been happily judging people's fashion just two minutes ago- who are now mute with fear flashing in their brown orbs.

Before either of boys can run away, Seokjin reaches their table and towers over the two tiny boys. Spreading his wide shoulders to intimidate them.

"In case you two have bad eye sight, I thought I would come here and clarify I have one of the most handsome faces in the world!" Seokjin all but screamed at the pair.

While Seokjin scolds the two young boys, Jungkook gets time to observe the beauty in pink hairs a little more closely. The petite boy sits with his knees drawn together, small shoulders hunched, a pout sitting on his plump pink lips, and eyes wide like a kicked puppy.

The young boy with pink hairs looks so soft and tiny in his own white cotton shirt. Jungkook notices the colorful alcoholic drinks on the table and can safely assume the pair of boys- albeit looking too young- are already adults now.

Suddenly, the pink hair boy looks up, under his long lashes, and gives Jungkook an innocent and puppy-like look. His pout deepens as he slowly blinks at him. Jungkook's knees buckle at the view, his heart skips a beat. Fuck! He is one hell of a cutie!!

Once, Seokjin is satisfy with the scolding and receives a few apologies from both men- also makes them recite poems in the regard of the beauty beheld by the great Kim Seokjin- the elder is ready to leave.

"Let's go Jungkook," Seokjin says, half turning around to leave.

"Wait Hyung, it's my turn to repent them," Jungkook says lightly. He turns to grab the pink hair lad's chin and gently coax him to look in Jungkook's gaze. "Is it nice, judging innocent people that walks by?"

Quickly, the pink hair boy shakes his head.

"Would you do this again?" Jungkook asks in a stern voice and again the pink hair male shakes his head. "What's your name and how old are you?"

"I..." The young man was clearly taken aback by Jungkook's out of context question. "My name is Jimin and I am twenty-one."

"Well, Jimin, as your punishment for making pointless and useless comments, I am afraid I have to make you do something."

"P-P-Punishment...?"

"Yes, punishment," Jungkook mutters gravely. "You have to come on a date with me, tonight, at seven. Okay?"

Jimin squeaks slightly, gazing in Jungkook's eyes in pure surprise. Initially, when the pair of tall and handsome men has come toward them, looking angry, Jimin and Hoseok has panicked. They thought they are about to get schooled. Technically, the elder one of them scolded them, as expected. But, Jimin is surprise at other male's behavior and type of punishment.

"So, Jimin, would you accept the punishment or not?" The other man urges, slightly smiling at Jimin's gaping mouth.

Onces the words register in Jimin's mind, the petite male is quickly in nodding his head, internally screaming in happiness. Out of blue, a hunk comes and asks you for a date... it only happens in fairytales!!!

"Great!" The brunet says, grinning a bunny smile at Jimin. "I'm Jungkook, btw, and I would be waiting for you right here at seven, pretty boy... don't keep me waiting for long..."

Waiting!? Fuck! He will be here an hour earlier, if he must, Jimin thinks to himself. "N-No problem..."

Jungkook turns around to leave, noticing Seokjin's wiggling eyes. Suddenly, the younger sibling stops and turns back. He finds, Jimin's friend giving a pinch to the pink hair man to wake him from the dream.

"BTW, I will fold my sleeves for tonight," Jungkook teases the other male. Jimin looks up just in time for Jungkook to wink at him. "You know, so your eyes can feast on my veiny arms, pretty boy!"

With this, Jungkook leaves along Seokjin, warning the smirking male to keep his thoughts to himself if he valued his jewels.

It's not every day Jungkook comes across cute boys that make his heart shake. Thus, Jungkook didn't take any chances. If the date went well, Jungkook might have an official boyfriend by the end of tonight ;)

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A/N: Quick work after a quick photo inspiration ~^•^~ If enjoyed, please give rating out of 10 in the comments :D

(P.S: The date went amazing and Jungkook had a boyfriend by the end of that night... lol XD)

(@ashuchimchimmy - where you at babe??)

[eeriehowl]

halloween sequels ranking, now that i’ve watched all of them

halloween 2 (1981) : 4.5/5

very good! the plottwist is a little poorly tied in, but reasonably so because it was forcibly pushed into the script last minute, literally. so i can’t really blame them for not doing a perfect execution. otherwise, good moments throughout highlighting the characters personalities, and the jimmy bloodpool scene is priceless. it just makes me lose it every time. keeps the spirit of the original and also brings in mr sandman as a soundtrack, which is delicious.

halloween 3: season of the witch (1982): 2/5

honestly giving it points for the androids and the creepy concept with the masks alone. the masks have a fun design too, even if simple! i want one of those pumpkin ones. ✨👀 but the main character is a boring generic action hero type and doesn’t intrigue me whatsoever. and his fellow female lead doesn’t do much for me either until the very end. the buildup to the climax is boring and long, but once the climax is reached, some fun scenes ahead at least. the yellow goop out of the androids, yesss.

halloween 4: return of michael myers (1988): 2/5

mmmm. here we go down the hell that is the Jamie storyline. i’m not a fan of the addition and michael starts getting ooc in behavior starting here. i find it weird he even targets Jamie to begin with, and no, the family bond alone doesn’t feel like enough of a motivator for his character. i missed laurie. also, he pretty much lost his stalking aspect for the most part. i liked the rooftop fight, it was a fun little concept. michael’s OWO what’s this scene is probably the best thing in this movie, lmao. felt in character with his bizarre behavior. the plottwist at the end doesn’t make sense, not with context from later movies in this storyline either. 

halloween 5: revenge of michael myers: 2/5

jamie story line continues. still doesn’t intrigue or scare me. even if a child in danger is usually a scary concept, the way it is handled here is just... not scary. maybe because of that lingering feel that’s still there from the last movie. the feeling that this is an unlikely target for michael. really takes me out of it. there are some fun and spooky scenes scattered here and there though. they subtly start hinting at michael being cursed in this one, which is a dumb plottwist that takes so much away from the original narrative of evil that made michael scary. doesn’t go hard apologism like the rob zombie remake though and keeps the whole ”its a curse” aspect subtle enough. the movie after this one though..........

halloween 6: curse of michael myers (1995): No

skip this one if u know what’s good for you. google the house chase scene if u wanna see michael fall down the stairs, but otherwise, big avoid on this one. this one goes further into the whole ”michael is cursed actually” storyline, it makes me snore. some people say it is better with the producers cut, but it’s really not. i’d argue that makes it worse. bunch of additional warnings for that one. the only thing that’s okay is that loomis is having a pretty chill time.

halloween: 20 years later (1998): 4/5

after so many mediocres and shitters, it felt nice to see a movie that did the franchise justice again. it also played mister sandman in the opening, which of course has me immediately. i liked the dynamic between laurie and her child here better than the one from halloween (2018), i felt that one was not as well handled. he had more character and was a better actor than karen’s actress. michael was back to being more of a stalking predator than the ”i’ll kill anything in my way” michael that 4-6 went with. all the laurie and michael development was interesting and their final showdown was really satisfying all around. too bad the next one pops.

halloween: resurrection (2002): 1/5

it kills off laurie on-screen early on and the acting is as sloppy as can be. i gave it one point bc there are semi funny parts after laurie’s death. it’s way more of a comedy after that than a horror movie. not good comedy for most of it. idk why they included the death scene at all, it just angered me.

rob zombie’s halloween (2007): No.

michael has rats for like 1 minute in the opening. otherwise, hard pass. gives michael an intricate backstory with a bunch of sad times, making his family shit, grasping at every straw to justify his behavior with a detailed sad backstory. this movie tries to make him an anti-hero instead of a villain, basically. explains waaayy too much about him, as john carpenter already said about it. he’s supposed to be sort of like a cryptid, this really did not stay true to that. graphic rape and violence and no subtlety what so ever.

halloween (2018): 2,5/5

the more i look back at it, the more it’s flaws shine, really. i had a good time watching it last year, but a big part of that is just bc i love watching halloween movies. i was thrilled to see laurie n michael again. but the handling of it is not great. the movie does not manage to make me care about allyson and karen, and they got a lot of screentime. i found myself often longing for a laurie or michael scene. but even so, the michael scenes didn’t feel very in character either, this one fell back to making michael a generic slasher villain. he kills everything that comes into contact with him and does no stalking what so ever. laurie’s scenes are fun however n the effects on her mental health after all this horror were believable and that car scene really HURT. also, michael’s akward creepy behavior patterns are pretty much voided except for that one scene where michael let’s this teen finish talking about his love problems for no reason before killing him. the ghost sheet over the girl was just a cheap reference to the original. of which the movie speaks of too much btw. i felt the references were very tacked on for the most part, except laurie’s little disappearing act. that was a real good one. doesn’t feel good that they’re making a sequel in the sense that it’s probably not gonna be great, but feels good in the way that i get to see my fave characters some more. 👀

[dungeonecologist]

WILD ARMS 2 - Aguel Mine Shaft

MINES!  I know it’s got that good desolate American Wild West thing going on, but man are there are lot of stupid mines and caves in this early game run around.  We’re sent off the find two power crystal things to fuel some mystery macguffin (it’s a flying ship) and to get one of them we go, somewhat predictably, to the place where they mine the stuff.

The entire town is actually built around the mine, with the giant entrance at the center of a stripmine style hole in the ground and just a few houses and an inn built into the incline.  The usual item store, arms mechanic, magic shop, and Personal Skill station are all just one open air market tucked into a corner.  On the one hand it’s clearly an easy way to save time and effort on a small town, but it’s a neat bit of flavour that I really appreciate in the design.  Also, even if it’s just another pile of rocks, I do like that this is a strip mine to at least try and differentiate it from the Empathite mines, which were dug out of a mountain side, even though the end result is still the same basic look and feel.

It’s a really straight forward dungeon.  We fight a bunch of weird stuff...

So here’s this Giant [Enemy] Crab.  (yeah, I know, that’s an old meme...) The Giant Crab is exactly what it says on the tin: It’s a crab, and it’s big, and for some reason it lives in this cave with no water in it.  It might have made more sense back in the Under Traffic, with it’s little underground lake area, but not here.  I have no idea what it is about JRPGs and cave crabs where there’s no water.  Heck, the island this mine is on is even specifically built with an elevated region at the center, so we know the mine is far from the coasts, and above sea level.  

The Japanese name is actually Raid Scissors, which is kind of odd.  It doesn’t appear to be any taken from anything I can really find.  Searches on レイドシザース(re-i-do-shi-za-su) also return primarily Wild Arms related sites.  They use an attack called Crab Brains, where they spit a yellow cloud at the party.

I haven’t had the chance to check the original Japanese on the attack, but I wonder if this wasn’t a slight drift in translation from something like “crab innards” or “crab organs” or “crab guts.”  I only wonder because I know tomalley, aka Crab Fat (but it’s not actually fat*) is actually referred to as “Crab Mustard” back in my home town and the surrounding Delmarva area, due to the yellow coloration.  If so, the fact that the attack is yellow would actually be kind of a clever subtle detail to get right.

*Fun Fact: Tomalley is an organ in shellfish like crab and lobster that processes impurities in their diet, effectively doing the job of a liver and a pancreas all in one.  For this reason, when eating whole shell crab, while they may be positioned relatively close to the body meat, please do not eat the crab mustard, as it retains many of the toxins that are responsible for shellfish poisoning, and in general it’s just made up of exclusively bad things.

With them we also bump into Water Leaper, a recolor of the Gomorrah Toad.  Not gonna repeat myself too much, but again, water sources...

Despite the generic sounding name these guys are actually both another loan from Dungeons & Dragons, as has really just gotten to be my default guess for anything this game throws at me, but also taken from old Welsh folklore.   Llamhigyn Y Dwr are malevolent creatures said to menace fishermen out on the swamps of Wales; bat wings on a frog body with long stinger tipped tails.

That’s all.  It’s pretty straight forward, but again makes very little sense given the lack of any and all water in this man-made mine.

Then we get Galeion...  They’re kinda creepy, all black and red-eyed recolors of the Gohm, from Lilka’s Millennium Puzzle prologue dungeon, and like the Gohm, I have no idea what I’m looking at...  The Japanese name reads ガルイオン(ga-re-i-o-n’) so the transliteration is about as accurate as one can expect, yet there were no leads on the name that I could find searching Galeion or Gareion; even searching in Japanese just lead to a bunch of Wild Arms specific results.  They couldn’t have just slapped syllables together with no basis though... right?  Like it name has to mean something, even if it’s not directly taken from an existing creature, yeah?

Weirder yet, it has an unusually large amount of HP and has a singular battle strategy where it attacks once and then uses the move Suicide.  If you’re curious enough to find a way to kill one of these quickly enough, you’ll be rewarded with a huge amount of exp.  (2500exp, compared to the Giant Crab and Water Leaper’s 90exp each)  Knowing it, like most bugs in Wild Arms, is weak to ice helps here.

In Japanese the attack is actually called 蔭腹を詰める “Kagehara o tsumeru,” meaning “Stuff [full] Kagebara”... (btw this particular phrase ALSO returns nothing but Wild Arms results in search engines)  But the kanji for Kagehara are peculiar, because as far as I can tell that’s not a word???  I see it translated as “belly” by most translation engines, but as far as I can see that’s just the kanji 腹 and the engines are skipping over 蔭 all together.  Individually the two mean 蔭:Shadow and 腹:Belly respectively.  蔭腹 seems to produce more results in Chinese than in Japanese, but the results are varied and seemingly unrelated, and I don’t know enough Chinese to really parse the content of those searches into anything meaningful.

So, yeah... a mystery...

We also get Leprechauns!  I don’t think I have to explain the basic idea but there are a few things of note.

Classically the “pot of gold” that looks like a cauldron is actually a corruption of a “treasure-crock” which were customarily buried for safe keeping in times of war.  When a territory was captured in the war, families’ wealth might be kept safe where a looting occupying force couldn’t find it, hence a Leprechaun’s unique ability to find them; else a returning soldier might find that his treasure-crock was no so well hidden and blame the loss on a Leprechaun.  Maybe it’s digging up the treasure crocks that places them here in the underground.  Appropriately they do give out some hefty pay upon defeat.

They also have a special ability that passively locks arms so long as there’s a Leprechaun on the battle field.  It’s an odd thing to put in as I can’t find much reason for it, save that the Leprechaun both here and in the original Wild Arms (seen on the far left, above) are recolors of the Gremlin monster, which is classically known to meddle with machinery.  The previous model also carried around a giant wrench, making the machine jamming ability a little more sensible; here we just have the lightning bolt, and it does use electric magic, as well as an ability that targets the whole party with Confusion.  But I don’t have any theories on the blue, spikey headed, tentacle armed unicorn look...

As far as any unifying features of the dungeon as a whole... Clearly the mines aren’t exactly hospitable, but I like the idea that the presence of the Leprechauns is an active hindrance to the miners, as it would disallow them from using any kind of more advanced equipment.  Also, it’s a bit of a stretch, but the Galeion’s only move apparently being to “stuff [their] belly” at face value would mean they’re eating (the implication of death might be accidental, as most fleeing enemies also do so with an animation similar to death) so in the context of the mines, they might be eating the Aguelite mineral?  The two together make for a reasonable justification as to why we’ve been sent to collect a mineral that apparently has a regular working mining economy built around it, instead of just having it bought and shipped to us by more mundane means.

[sundcwns-blog]

heey, hello, it’s a meme. i’m maze ( she/her ) & hailing from one of the oh so lovely coughs gmt tzs aka gmt+2. besides being trash on the daily i’m literally always listening to music aka if u ever need something new in that department .. hello, or browsing through netflix without any intent on watching smth. living that wild life ik .. DKAMS. but you’re here for my two kids aka basil & saint so here we go ! if you’d like to plot like this and i’ll slide into ur ims or look under the read more for my disc*rd ! also as a warning i unintentionally was v vain and made both muses scorpios .....

☾ — ·˚ » BASIL CRATES is in saint tropez !! they often get mistaken as KIAN LAWLEY. apparently, HE/THEY is/are the JOCULAR of the group. they’re a TWENTY-ONE year old PANSEXUAL DEMIMALE. i hear they’re known as ALTRUISTIC and DOGMATIC. they also make their living as ART STUDENT / BARTENDER / COMIC BOOK ARTIST but you’d have to ask them a bit more.

BACKGROUND + PERSONALITY.

born and raised in berlin, germany until his mother decided to move to the us when basil was twelve.

despite growing up bilingual, he had difficulties adjusting to the new surroundings and rather spent his free time drawing, eventually building up universes without needing any context and instead having the designs speak for themselves.

after finishing high school at age sixteen basil took a gap year to travel through europe with money they earned from several jobs during school times. bas was v very introverted back then, so it served as a challenge which once again they had difficulties with at first. but ofc you can’t get around without trying, so bas did. he’s still more of an ambivalent than an extrovert, but this journey made him see the beauty of uncertainty and they loved it.

also ik i used he & they in that last paragraph instead of just one bc basil honestly truly doesn’t care which one others use as long as they acknowledge bas isn’t cis bc he’s v open about his gender along with being pan .. but that’s another thing.

basil has a very high iq, but always prevented others from knowing about it. he basically failed tests on purpose back in germany and in the us he always made sure others don’t feel bad about their results and said his were worse even though he probably always got an a+, thus resulting in bas being able to skip two grades.

his mother had to carry two jobs to make a living for the two of them, which was one of the reasons why bas sold his art from a young age. thankfully it was actually decent ( coughs and looks @ ryan reynolds’ twitter ) and ppl actually wanted to pay good money for it. this was also one of the key moments in which bas realized they wanted to have their profession somewhere in the art department.

married his high school sweetheart in las vegas as soon as they both turned eighteen, but divorced just three weeks later. this is just one of their impulsive decisions as bas isn’t much of a planner, they rather have a few good laughs when telling the story ( even for the 10th time ) instead of asking what if. the only thing bas ever truly planned was becoming a comic book artist. they’re still at the very beginning as basil’s v young, but they’re just as determined to make it in the industry.

basil’s mother was always into greek mythology and even gave her child the middle name cerberus, which literally is the most dangerous thing about him and while he’s into mythology himself, he doesn’t really tell anyone his middle name as he’d rather not be compared to a three-headed dog .. but if he ever ends up drunk u can bet he’d insist on being called cerberus and nothing else.

being a comic book artist basil’s an avid comic reader as well, but mostly prefers indie comics as they’re more his kind of humor. speaking of, basil’s more of a morbid humor kind of pal ? but he’ll also immediately apologize if he takes it too far bc he values comfort even more than getting a laugh out of others and himself.

huge fan of dogs, literally the person that points at a dog and says “aw.” and definitely wants to pet them.

the least scorpio-like scorpio you will ever meet, and trust me this is coming from a Real Scorpio™.

ends up in a lot of weird scenarios while just trying their best, but always tries to take it with humor especially if someone’s with them.

most of his friends wouldn’t expect it, but basil’s very romantic, like going all out even for a first date and is probably doing waay too much for his opposite.

not really into the whole sex, drugs n rock ‘n’ roll as he prefers to maybe drink a few beers with his closest friends due to seeing what alcohol can do to people on an almost daily basis as a bartender. however, all of kian’s tattoos are canon for bas except for the native american and butterfly ones.

WANTED PLOTS.

literally everything but to be basic .. a best friend ( who might even know about his high iq bc he truly doesn’t tell anyone ), bad influence ( basil’s not exactly innocent or good himself but there’s always worse am i right ), childhood friend ( someone he considered a friend after moving to a completely new country ), enemy ( maybe they’re of the opposite group or even in the same and they had some fight that led to it or just disliking each other for apparently no reason at all just .. pls give me smth negative ), ex on good/bad terms ( as basil’s pretty romantic it could’ve been too much for the other or literally any other reason k thanks ), someone who hates his jokes ( plain n simple .. kewl ), my brain is scattered bc it’s almost 2am rn so i Def missed 820397 plots i’d love but u know what .. i’m a plot pro so shrugs. also i nearly wrote pro plot so u get me now .. pls killme KMDSX.

☾ — ·˚ » SAINT DEVERAUX is in saint tropez !! they often get mistaken as ALISSA VIOLET. apparently, SHE arrived from THE USA. they’re a TWENTY-ONE year old UNLABELED CIS FEMALE. i hear they’re known as VIGOROUS and DETACHED. they also make their living as an ACTRESS but you’d have to ask them a bit more.

BACKGROUND + PERSONALITY.

just as a small disclaimer: if anyone read girls on fire by robin wasserman, saint’s personality is heavily inspired by one of the characters in it aka lacey. and if u haven’t read it .. pls do it if you’re even just remotely into ya literature.

born and raised in los angeles, us, saint was practially thrown into the lives of the rich and famous. her parents were big in hollywood back in the 80s & 90s and gave those legacies to her.

being practially raised by nannies, saint didn’t really have a connection to her parents till they retired when she was fourteen. from there it was basically always good which is .. v weird but they somehow made it work.

as soon as saint turned eighteen she decided to change her last name to her mother’s maiden name, as she’s never been a fan of women having to give up their names just for being married even if it’s voluntary. this also resulted in her imdb page ( she truly made it huh. ) being “divived” into saint bartowski ( also shoutout @ anyone who gets this ref ) and saint deveraux.

at age eighteen saint also let out her true self, at least towards her parents. she admitted to worshipping lucifer just to piss them off and see how they’d react, it was just a game for her. but to be as convincing as possible, she did the most, even though she would’ve already had them just with her words, but saint always wanted to know just how far she could take it.

to the public she’s seen as this socialite turned actress who never did anything wrong, but just due to her parents and herself keeping everything under a neat little rug.

saint’s a very passionate person and loves to be surrounded or admired by people, but at the same time she doesn’t really care about anyone, no matter how many i love yous she’s going to whisper into someone’s ear or no broken promises ever.

as a result of the press putting labels onto her 24/7 she resents them. the only one she’ll ever claim is being in the lgbtq+ com as it’s basically the only thing in her life she truly cares about besides acting and her cats. however saint also makes a lot of fun of men and highly prefers females and nb pals for .. u know what.

she can also be extra af as she literally bought an old vw t1 bus in st. tropez for the short amount of time she’s there and have it look exactly like the one she has back in la with the pride flag sprayed on its roof and every little sticker/detail on its doors, etc.

getting to her job .. she currently stars in a made up netflix show that’s somewhere between veronica mars, twin peaks and 21 jump street ( the movie version ). i actually made a whole filmography for her but i’m too lazy for graphics and i’m not even sure whether i can use real movies/shows so oo. but if u want a list i can tots send it via disc*rd ( btw mine is artcmis#4377 ). and just know that she admires amber heard and mostly chooses roles like her aka not the damsel in distress. tho she would def love to save that kind of character one day .. js.

this is getting soo messy already omg. but to put her in a nutshell, saint’s a callous, manipulative, control loving, determined scorpio who also happens to be an actress, cat lover and feminist putting up a facade daily. also she can’t handle relationships for shhhit.

and what would these bullet points be if i didn’t start and finish them with a disclaimer ? still a mess yeah ik .. MXKAJD. but even tho most probs don’t even know who alissa is i just wanted to say that saint will have green eyes bc .. #aesthetic.

WANTED PLOTS.

once again any plot goes except for romantic stylez kind of plots bc yk not her kind of thing. catfish ( either someone used to catfish someone else using her pics or even better someone got catfished with her photos n now they’re meeting and she’s .. acting v different. plS. ), fwb ( so yeah saint hates relationships but u know what she doesn’t hate wink wink ;) KMSLASK also probs won’t work with males bc she’s all like [ cher horowitz vc ] as if ! ), fan ( someone who likes her movies or show idk ?? let her be all chill with them pls ), smoke bud ( she loves to party & smoke soo .. maybe even in an all-in-one with the fan plot ), enemy ( probs one of the other sec charas bc maybe they’ve met before or even wanted the same role ?? ), once again my brain is a mess sooo .. good bi !

this got longer than my biography ever could so if u read it all .. u truly are the mvp and deserve an award.

[something-pah-and-something-gwah]

KPS Tag

@kagsprotectionsquad

This got pretty long, so under the cut it goes (my main, the blog I’m following from, is @inazumaelle btw)

1. What is your (nick)name? 

Aida. I have a nickname, but it doesn’t make much sense out of context, and is only used by some of my skype friends.

2. What are your pronouns?

She/her

3. Who is your favorite character in Haikyuu!!

Kageyama, definitely.

4. What are your favorite Kags ships?

I have a weak spot for Kageyama/Kenma/Kuroo, Kageyama/Asahi, Kageyama/Tanaka and Kageyama/Suga

5. Do you have a rare pair ship involving Kags that you love, so yes which one?

I’m p sure everything I listed at 4 is a rarepair (except maybe Kageyama/Suga? Idk)

But honestly, I love p much every ship with Kageyama because the creators (be it fic, art, or posts) always sell it so well

6. What is/are your Haikyuu!! otp(s)?

Like I said, I ship pretty much everything if the creator makes a compelling argument for it

7. Are their any other fandoms that you’re part of, so yes which ones?

I’m in quite a lot of fandoms, ha. I’m currently most active in the Voltron and Yuri on Ice fandom. Getting into Kuroko no Basket, but I'm straying away from content until I finish watching go avoid spoilers

8. What are your favorite things to eat and drink?

Drinks: 

I love milkshakes, Gazeuze Champagne, chocolate milk, coke, and regular milk

Food: 

Hamburgers, pizza, rice, chicken, mac n cheese, spareribs

9. Which animals are the best/your favorites?

I don’t really have a favorite animal, but anything cute, heh

10. What is the best opening and ending song in the Haikyuu!! anime?

The opening of S1, and I don’t have a preference for the ending. I may or may not always skip them

11. Which ice cream flavor is your favorite?

Lemon!

12. What country do you live in?

The Netherlands

13. What things are you incredibly afraid of?

The future, mainly…

14. What are some of your favorite songs at the moment?

Tom Odell - Another Love

The music box version of On Love - Agape

Thomas Bergersen - Flight of the Silverbird

15. Are you a morning person or a night owl?

Night owl! I prefer to stay up after midnight, but I can only do it when I have no obligations the next day

16. Who of the Karasuno first years do you think should be captain and vice-captain once they’re third years?

Hmm, that’s a tough one. I haven’t really thought about it much… It really depends on how everyone develops? I mean, I can see all of them fitting the role if their growth goes a certain way, yknow? 

Hinata’s awesome at motivation and pep-speeches, but would prolly struggle a bit with the technical aspect. And maybe I’m just dense, but I don’t think Hinata is all that good at reading people, so that would be a bit of an issue

Tsukishima would be great at the technical aspect, and while he would probably notice if his teammates were out of sort, he might struggle  with addressing it because he’s p guarded, so not a big fan of emotional one-on-one’s.

Kageyama would be good at the technical aspect, but he might struggle with putting his observations into words. He might not necessarily be good at pep speeches, but his unwavering determination and confidence in his team would be p reassuring on its own. 

He’d probably be vise, because as it is I think he might shy away from an outright leadership role out of fear of falling into old habits? It’d be reassuring to know there’s a captain to reel him in and sort things out if it goes off-rails. 

Yamaguchi would be pretty good at the social aspect: pep speeches, motivation, and noticing if his teammates are going through stuff, and he would be good at talking it over with them. But as it his, his nerves probably would get in the way. It’s not much of a boost of confidence to see your captain freaking out before a match, I’d imagine

TL;DR 

I have no clue. I can see the potential for it in all of them, so it rly depends on how their character growth goes

17. Do you have any Kags headcanons, so yes please share?

I have a bunch of them!  My main one, tho, the one that doesn’t change no matter what context or AU I put him into is that he’s autistic.

18. What is your favorite fanfic involving Kags?

Aaah, I’m awful at picking favorites, but I love the angsty ones, especially if it’s gen!

19. What nickname do you use for Kags?

I usually just spell it full out, but if I don’t I switch between Kags and Kage. 

20. What is your unpopular opinion about Kags?

Eh, I can imagine there are people who aren’t wild about me headcanoning him as autistic…

21. What are some of your hobbies?

I play the trumpet in a brassband, and I like photography and writing. 

22. What is something you like about Kags?

Soooo many things omg? 

I like how he intense and excited he gets about the things he’s passionate about. I

 like how he has next to no middle ground between throwing himself into something fully or just being completely disinterested. t’s so relatable 

I like how he always strives to improve- both his volleyball skills and to move beyond his “King of the Court” past

I like his awkwardness

I like how interesting a character he is: that he seems like a permanently pissed off asshole even tho a lot of that is a combination of an unfortunate neutral expression and a tendency of being both completely honest- prolly often without realizing how harsh it comes off as- and his words coming out wrong.

I could go on, but this post is already long enough, heh.