#but then i'm making myself sad like 'he's just a normal ass dude :( but he don't wanna be'

[mars-ipan]

assigning sims jobs when you based them off fictional characters who never get jobs is so stressful

[respectthepetty]

Pit Babe Colors Ep. 12 The Black Parade Episode

I'm challenging myself with this show and seeing how good my color skills really are, so I'm doing my normal thing of watching it double-speed on mute, but now, the captions are off also. It's just colors and vibes here. Y'all done told be EVERYTHING, so I know the entire plot now.

THAT WAS A TEAR! KENTA IS CRYING!

I thought it wasn't just sweat last week but knowing he is actually crying as he thinks about their past did immediate damage to me, and now they are ALL standing there in the dark with Way and Pete highlighted by the blue, and, and, and . . . Kentana are you gonna die? You and Waymond are stressing me the fuck out!

Now that I know they are both enigmas, I can't see them the same. Are they using their superpowers on each other right now? Are they reading each other's minds? Are they trying to figure out how to get Kentana back, so they can make this poly?

Kentana, how many times are you going to have this man spit in your face before you realize that he ain't shit? Go to your room, turn on Billie Eilish's "Happier Than Ever" and really hear it. "Never told anyone anything bad cause that shit's embarrassing. You were my everything, and all that you did was make me fucking sad."

The blue keys in front of the red product placement is all I need to be reminded that this show refuses to allow me peace.

Shocking absolutely fucking nobody, Kentana did not listen to "Happier Than Ever"

And now someone is gonna die because there are only so many ways for you and Waymundo to redeem yourselves, and if you have Jeffrey in all black, I'm worried it's gonna be your funeral we will be planning next, Kentana.

There is one episode left and I am death gripping the one time Vegas' Hedgehog wore blue because I will never get it again. I hate them.

Real question: Is Barbie pregnant? I know he is sad Charles is "dead" *eye roll* but he is taking pills, getting fruit thrown at him, and staring out into space. I would love to believe he is going through his Edward-left-Bella-so-she-was-super-duper-sad era, but now that I know pregnancy is on the table, that's all I can see.

Oh, thank goodness! Someone actually has a tracker on his phone! But Kimberly has been kidnapped, caught up in human trafficking, and is now beating up children. Bro, what was your life before it all went to shit? Do you ever call your mom and tell her these are your friends now? Are you even still racing? Nevermind. Go catch those kids.

The problem with black is the shades. Waymond's jacket looks green. Peter's pants look blue. And yet it still feels like we are preparing for a funeral. A real one this time. Not fake like someone else's *cough* Charles *cough*

Kentana, are you betraying Jeffrey as Big Red watches? Or are you asking him how Peter's been? Has he been well, without you? Is he dating anyone? What is his status with Way? Well, Jeffrey wouldn't know, but Peter x Waymond could be poly if you get out of that fucking house and stop kidnapping people!

Going from Kentana in that House of Horrors to Pete looking like this makes me understand why Kentana is out there kidnapping people. I'd feel some type of way too if my childhood crush looked like this and was getting chummy with a dude who looked like Way Way. Damn.

What the hell is this?! The cover of a boy band album? A meeting to discuss poly? The Thai version of Barbie where Ken(tana) explains why he won't leave the Mojo Dojo Casa House? AND WHY ARE ALL OF YOU WEARING BLACK?! Someone is gonna die.

Did Big Red know Kentana went to see Barbie and the other Kens?! Was he sent there by Big Red?! Kentana is really breaking my heart on his knees hugging this man like this. I want to slap Kentana all the time, but I also want to hug him and tuck him into bed with a moon nightlight calmly lighting up the room.

Let's stick him in a video game, so he can learn to love himself.

Push him down the stairs, Kentana! Do it. PLEASE! Shoulder check his ass at least.

Oh Lord, NO! Waymond, do not take a fucking bullet for anyone. You canNOT die by Whiny Winifred's bullet. I refuse to let you go out like that. You finally used your powers for good, but this is not the time to die.

Y'ALL DIDN'T EVEN GRAB THE BAG!

This is Mission Kim Possible all over again! How do you not grab the damn bag?! Waymundo looks so damn good in his suit, so thank God he is still alive, but what the fuck guys?! One job! SECURE. THE. BAG.

I hate how good everyone looks in black because I keep swinging through emotions. I'm terrified for everyone yet very attracted to everyone. All the guys connected to Big Red have been in black this episode regardless if it was their color or not, so I'm hoping that means the funeral will be Big Red's.

A cult meeting, in this economy? Villains make the dumbest decisions.

Waymond has some white on . . . over black. Please Mary, mother of God, do not let him do something stupid.

Alan, did you just say "eff them kids"? No. Not my Alan. He'll be back for them. Right. Right?

Peter is gonna Regina George his way into this Halloween party that he was not invited to just to cause some havoc. Mad respect.

WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU DOING HERE?!

How the hell did Charles get there?! Did Barbie's dad tell him to go to the cult meeting? Dressed like that though? Did his spidey sense go off? So many questions, but all I know is Kentana better let them go, so he doesn't have to die.

Whiny Winifred better not get better at aiming in the final episode because I still need both of these two to wear blue TOGETHER.

WAYMOND, NO!!!!!!!!!!

Good to know it only took being kidnapped twice and (possibly) someone dying for Jeffrey to finally commit to the blue.

My nerves are wrecked. There was too much black this episode. Someone is going to die, and as much as I want it to be Big Red, I just don't feel good that Kentana is still on his bullshit, and Waymond keeps jumping in front of guns. Peter needs both of his boyfriends to live.

Also, Barbara, I already know you are immediately going to hug Charles next week, instead of having a moment to be pissed all the way off at him like you should be, so I'm going to start meditating on that right now. I've been mad at Charles the entire season, so I'll hold this grudge for both of us in the finale.

[literallyaflame]

Adrian. For fuck sake. You can't tease a death-faking story and then not deliver. Please man, I'm begging you.

this involves more than just my dumb ass, i don’t know how to tell it while preserving the identity of those involved? i’ll give it a shot, i think it’ll be okay

i was a sad, sickly fuck in high school. i completed my diploma through an online program because i had a plethora of medical issues. i was also fairly isolated at the time. didn’t have a lot going on. mentally ill, agoraphobic, the works

but i was also—somehow—a theater kid, and thus knew some of the most extroverted people on the planet. one of them made it her mission to reintegrate my dumb ass into society after many months of isolation, and thus invited me to go out with her and her friends. i was like. sure, whatever. (it took her a while to break me down but that’s a different story)

so she puts me in this group chat. and i meet this girl. let’s call her angela. angela was like. are you—fuck i gotta give myself a fake name too. “are you alex van rosendale?” i was like. “yeah that’s me.” she was like “from fuckface high school? with george glass?” i said “yeah sure am”

she was not normal about this information. i was confused. turns out, though, she was relatively new to the friend group. she was ALSO, crucially, dating a dude who used to have a crush on me (i’m a guy now but i was Girl Presenting at the time) in high school. and by “had a crush on me” i mean “stalked me.” he stalked me. like, he showed up my house to watch me sleep through my window. several times. he only stopped because i threatened him with violence (wasn’t gonna call the cops, we were all poor as fuck, this is the south, acab etcetera)

we met. she looked at me like i was a space alien. i looked at her like she was. a confused person, because she was. i foolishly thought “omg this makes perfect sense, her boyfriend probably said that i was a dumb slut who refused to get with him. or something. who knows.”

well

a few weeks later she says to me “hey can i talk to you”

turns out, for the entire YEAR-and-then-some they’d been dating, this dude pretended i was his dead ex girlfriend. according to him—we dated, we were in love, and then i died horribly in a car accident. he wept over my photos in front of her. he showed her my unused Facebook account that just had, like, one post saying “i miss you” (from when i left school on account of sickness disease). he used my legal human name. the works.

i have no idea how he thought this would not backfire eventually, but after a while, she happened to meet me. through sheer, dumb luck

somehow they didn’t break up over this (bro idk) but they broke up later, thank god. that’s the end of the “some dude faked my death” story but how fucked up is that

[bengiyo]

La Pluie Ep 11 Stray Thoughts

Last week, things came to a head as Tai decided to lie to Patts and see Lomfon privately. We had four incredibly painful fight sequences culminating in a breakup. Tien did nothing wrong. Lomfon needed that ass whooping, and Patts should have maybe hit him harder. Tai is in the wrong, and needs to open his mouth. Now, the rain connection has been broken and everyone is alone. I am ready.

I like picking up in the aftermath with Patts as he replays everything in his head. My man has been through it.

Tien is still mad, and rightfully so!

Look at them crushing me with the bus stop parallel. This time with Patts not stopping.

Of course he still loves him, but it's Tai who needs to fix this! Don't listen to them, Patts!

I love Tien. Every film major should be as dramatic as him.

Tai needed to know that he was already caught out.

I'm glad these two brothers are still here for each other.

Why are Tai and Lomfon meeting???

Okay, I don't like this, but I think it's good writing. Patts is a good dude and will make the emotional compromise to try to reconcile, but the show knows that Tai is the one who needs to fix this. I think Tai needed to settle things with Lomfon for Tien's sake, and I like Patts getting hurt again so he has another reason to avoid Tai.

This man is crying at work. I love Patts so much and I need him to end okay. Now he's quitting his job?

Pee is so fucking good. I love actors that are willing to ugly cry.

Tai is at this wedding to mean mug his parents.

Tien is picking on Chan as the only brother younger than him.

The groom is describing a very normal romance with their mom. He is not the enemy.

I like Nu. He knows that Yad and Marun need to tell Tai what he needs to hear.

Okay, that was a very long scene, but I am glad that Tai was faced with the quiet, sad reality that his parents, who in many ways don't conform to gender norms, couldn't work it out. He needed to know that their dad is the one who wanted the divorce. I'm okay with the dad just being gay-coded. It would complicate the other narratives if we had to confront more complex forms of internalized homophobia. I am holding onto the line, "I can't change myself."

Glad Tai is going after Patts next week.

That was a solid episode. I'm glad Tai has been a total ass for multiple weeks in a row, because now he's got to face that reality. I'm glad that we cleared the way for everyone else. Lomfon can now face Tien without any Tai angst hanging over them, and now Tai gets to chase after Patts without the rain connection to help them.

[frecklystars]

Hi, I sent you an ask a while ago about Ken taking care of your wound. I hope I didn't overshare in the first part of the message. I just wanted you to know you're not alone in your feelings.

Hi sweetheart!!! No please don't worry!! I meant to respond to you (not as a posted ask ofc, but rather making a separate text post without any details/info attached for your privacy) but my depression hit me super hard the last few days and I wasn't able to get back to anyone in a timely manner the way that I planned. I got over 30 asks this week that I was hoping to answer but,,, my brain has turned into a burnt out baked potato since I've picked up so many extra shifts fjhgjfdgh

You didn't overshare, don't worry about that. I thought about you a few times this week and hoped you were doing okay, or well, as okay as you can be given the circumstances. Thank you for empathizing with my situation, and I'm very sorry for what you have to put up with. Literally as I was reading your message I was thinking "dude are we literally the same person or something??" I have gone through almost all of those scenarios, of course not EXACTLY but my god it seems pretty close. and uh. it sucks. It hurts and it sucks..... ughh. We deserve better. It will get better. It's completely normal to have periods in your life where you feel so unbearably lonely and sad -- granted, our lonely period has been. like. forever lmao but like -- we WILL be surrounded by love and acceptance and one day we will forget how it felt to be in our current situation we're in rn. It's gonna get better. It feels super impossible and really hard everyday but dude it WILL get better bc that's how the universe functions, everything is temporary, eventually something will shift and new opportunities will come, or new people who bring you joy.

In the meantime, I am mentally holding your hand through any bad day you have. Thank you again for empathizing with me, bc honestly I hear sooo many stories about how people have... great experiences with the subject you wrote about, and it just makes me feel so bitter and resentful bc like... I'll never have that. And of course I am SO sorry that you go through the same feelings as me and the same, uh what's the word [squints] situations? events?? I don't know how to phrase it. but your message brought me a little bit of comfort to know I wasn't the only person who has to deal with that. I am surrounded by so many ppl who are so, so close with their families and watching that kind of thing makes me feel so bitter sometimes, and it just makes me wanna walk directly into the ocean dfshlfhslfksdsfd

I also want to say thank you SO MUCH for telling me Ken would patch up my wounds 😭😭 that was nice of you to take the time to do that for me ;-; I always beat myself up so much after I hurt myself, bc as you are aware of uh. [gestures to our unnamed topic] I've had bad experiences where i've hurt myself and have just gotten yelled at or ignored altogether, so. I just assume my F/Os would hate me for it. I get extra sad with Ken especially bc he's a doll and he's never seen human blood before, so my thoughts are always "oh he'd be scared of me and grossed out and hate me sooo much" but you were the first and only person who said "hey actually he'd be concerned!!!" and I just. wept. in a good way ofc!! but dude I just bawled after reading that, it was something I needed to hear so badly. Especially the lines "Ken loves you, Keri" "You know he doesn't half-ass things when it comes to you" and my favorite "He would draw you a little horse on the bandage, if you asked him to (he hopes you ask him.)" Ofc I will ask him I will PLEAD with this man to draw a very sparkle horsey in a pink glittery pen :] anyway I hope you don't mind I saved that particular paragraph so I could go back and reread it to cheer myself. I read it again today while I was at work actually!

Virtually I am giving you a big hug and flowers 💐💕✨ be safe, be well. I am sending you love and stars across the internet 🌟

[melancholyandfrogs]

Things that Tim Drake has said about/to Jason Todd:

"Looking at you makes me want to die. Well—die more."

*is in a fight with Damian while Jason watches and wants to get out, points at Jason, who's genuinely just trying to read his book* "He fucked your mom, remember?" Then he ran away.

"You're making my coffee sad." "You make me sad." "Great comeback, Bucket Head, really."

"It's not normal for someone to be as stupid as they are tall, and yet there he stands."

*after Jason complains about Bruce* "I don't know why that bothers you. You're practically alike." Jason looks like he just got killed again, and gasped. Tim smirked. "Birds of a feather, Jay-bear, birds of a feather."

"Whore."

"Trust him? Dickie, no offense, but he's the idiot that got him into this mess in the first place." "And I'll get myself out—alone!" "No you won't, you're too stupid for that. Move over, I'm coming."

"Oh sorry," Sipped coffee. "Did my back hurt your knife?"

"Stop shooting, you white-streaked bitch!"

"Oh, Tim-bone! I have something to cheer you up~" "A firing squad you're about to walk in front of blindfolded?"

"It's like you watched all the greats and then did the opposite."

"Every time you talk, you meet every single criteria to get you into Arkham. It's like a sleep deprived party trick."

"Can you please find your self esteem? It's lacking these days and seriously affect the aura in this room." "You hang out with Steph too much."

"I could take you" Cue Jason's laugh.

"I'm not sure how you have your foot in your mouth like a baby, your head up your ass and your nose in my business, yet here we are."

"Okay, zombified Casanova, calm down."

*about medicine* "Put it in my mouth? Dude, I'm not your mom."

"A lunatic, truly—love him though." *gags*

"You're a slut." Because Jason wore shorts.

"This is why B won't let you at W.E." "Nah, it's because I'm dead." "Nah, it's because you suck."

"Suck my dick." He snapped, making Jason step towards him, at which point Tim screamed at the top of his lungs.

Calls him literally anything other than Jason

"Zombie."

"Pea brain."

"Dead boy."

"Dead bird."

"Boy Stupid" (like Boy Wonder)

"Bucket head."

"White-streak."

"Raised dead."

"Mom-fucker." (Talia Al Ghul)

"Mini-Bruce." (the worst one)

"Mini-Dick."

"Big-Damian."

this is for the people who think that Tim doesn't fight back, that he's just a tired Robin who has no spark / Tim Drake has fire / he's an annoying little shit / he knows it too / fuck you

[permanentreverie]

omg, Lindsay, where do I even begin? - okay, so, I am repeating my sophomore year of college (more or less the equivalent) and I was extremely bummed about it, but this boy in my class has been the light of my days and the bane of my existence. he is SO CUTE, with those mesmerizing hazel/brown eyes, he's like 6'2 and Ripped bc he plays rugby (!!!!!!), so sweet and nice and so talkative (like omg he's such a nerd when he starts talking about his interests no one can stop him), he's always dressed well and has a lovely singing voice, he's the eldest of four (boy girl boy girl) and a Christian (but like normal about it😭) his name is literally a variation of Peter????? when I tell you this man is Peter Pevensie incarnate. we're good friends and talk a lot every day and I loooove teasing him. he also teases me a lot but he's that way with everyone (but I won't lie, since he's almost a whole ass foot taller than me he gave me a lil humiliating pat on the head once like I was a poodle and I lowkey melted😭). the other day he got pumice in his hair (don't ask) so he ruffled his hair & it was all disheveled like a puppy and when he looked back up at me I giggled bc he looked SO CUTE and he broke into a grin asking "what?" like UGH i just wanted to eat him like a cookie!!!!!!! we have so many common interests and a good common friend of ours (who has deep convos with both of us) said we are literally the same person, like emotionally speaking, to a point that is almost frightening 💀 anyway somewhere along the line I got this huge crush on him and it ate me alive because every single time I've liked someone I've ended up being friendzoned, and I feel like he's not as playful with me as he is with his other girl friends so I was like hmmmm am I putting myself up for heartbreak? probably 😍 but you know how it is! the sign can't stop me cause I can't read, and so on Friday I went to a house party he was invited to and I was determined to shoot my shot. i had hyped myself up and put on my best dress and perfume and given myself all the pep talks and listened to my hot girl shit playlist on the way there and!!!!! he ended up not fucking showing!!!!!! so I'm like so disappointed at first and my friend (who knows about my feelings at this point) is like, he's such an idiot, omg, are you gonna be okay? and I'm laughing through the hurt like "yeah he'll never know what he missed bc I'm the baddest bitch there is🤪" but THEN the alcohol started kicking in and I texted him "well too bad for you, I wanted to tell you something tonight and I guess you'll never know what it was" which is the BIGGEST hint I could ever drop, like???? and INSTEAD OF SHOWING THE TINIEST BIT OF INTEREST, the dude straight up says "aight" LIKE ?????? SIR ??????? so I'm understandably pissed and mad and sad bc he's definitely not interested and it's soooo frustrating bc we would've been so cute together and I hate him!!!!! and I forget about him for the rest of the night..... until I drunk texted him at 1:30am that he was a bitch and that I cared about him too much for my own good 💀💀💀 tl;dr I'm an idiot for any man with a cute smile

but tell me about your boy drama now!!! and please tell me it went better than mine

girl can you move over like make room for me I need a tall brown eyed christian boy 🙈

from your description I fell a little bit in love with him ngl. the head pat!!!! Oh my word I WOULD DIE!

I really wish I had advice to give you, but honestly it's a MESSY situation girl drunk texting a confession is just. wow. I applaud you like keep me updated on every single happening omg

my boy drama is like SO not that. It's literally this customer that I've seen three (3) times. I saw him the first time, noticed he was attractive, went and told my coworker. Whole time she was ringing him in he didn't look at me once (which is. Y'know. Solid because of COURSE I like a guy who doesn't even acknowledge my presence). Then the next day I see him again but don't recognize him, turn to my other coworker and am like 'hey girl there's a cute guy here I need your opinion. He's over there in the dark teal hoodie and grey cap-' and I realize it's the same guy and start freaking out. She rings him in and she starts talking to him about our membership program, and we learn that he's from out of town and is just here working on a rig, and that he doesn't know how long they'll be stationed here. He leaves and me and her freak out and talk about how nice his voice is and she keeps telling me I should give him my number. THEN last night he comes in again, and I catch a glance at his profile and I wasn't SURE if it was him and I told my coworker so BUT IT WAS HIM and I'm ringing him in this time and I ask if he's a member, act like I just remembered that he's not and from out of town, and I ask if they're staying for Christmas. He says no, that they're going home for Christmas and taking a break, and I say that that's good, to spend time with family. He kinda laughs a little and says no, he's single so there's none of that, but he does have a sister. I smile and say that I hope he's able to see her over the holidays and he leaves. THATS IT and then my coworker is like totally telling me to shoot my shot but I'm SCARED but like why did he go out of his way to tell me he's single???? Anyways I'm going to the bar on the 23rd and I doubt he'll be there BUT IF HE IS I'll shoot my shot. If not I might see him after Christmas since he'll be coming back

[vikema-blog]

didn't you think

Didn't you always think time would make everything easier? Life and love and dreams.

Surprise! It didn't. It actually might have made it harder? Leaving me feeling more confused with my life than ever before.

A few years ago I went after a long-time dream of mine, leaving everything to live in Amsterdam, my favorite city on earth, but that went to shit because of my anxiety issues. It was ultimately too intense and too much impressions, I started longing for my safe zone and my family, so I went home after a few months to pick up the pieces of myself back together again.

I've always had issues with body image and the way I see myself. In my early teenage years I remember top-of-the-lung screaming "I am the ugliest person in the world" at myself repeatedly in the mirror. I've 100% used food as comfort throughout my life when feeling sad and depressed. Developed an eating disorder later on, sometimes starving myself, but mostly throwing up food and obviously hiding it. It unfortunately has stayed. Now it is very rarely, but still happens at low moments. My weight has fluctuated. At this moment I'm at a healthy weight, but it has went up and down from 57-75 kg. I've managed to incorporate good and stable routines, like working out and eating relatively healthy and "normal". But the self-hatred is very much still there inside of me every day. When the road of life gets bumpy I still have that voice in my head telling me that I'm never good enough for anyone or anything. When I have a good day or month or whatever, and with good I mean feeling pretty and cute and my love life is in a good place, then I'll forget all about these issues I have. But I can always trust that it'll come back once I feel ugly (and therefore worthless) again.

I think I fell in love for real for the first time this year. But I'm not quite sure what "in love" means, either I'm too undecided as a person or I'm not very good at understanding my feelings or I'm too afraid to admit I'm in love when I actually am. I honestly don't know. I think I was "in love" with a guy for the first time when I was 15, but he was a bit of an ass whom I never really felt I got closure with. He was a real party dude and weed-head and at that time I thought he was THE coolest person on the planet. He was off the radar for years and then I found out that he died earlier this year and that made my heart almost jump out of my chest. I'd spent so many years thinking about this person and wondering what his life was like, hoping to one day run in to him, and now he was dead. I can't even explain that feeling. But back to me falling in love "for real" this year. So, where do I even begin? I think I fell in love with my best friends brother. We had like (from my point of view) an unspoken connection for a few years, but we both had other relationships and I never really saw him as anything else than my friends brother. Then one night made me begin to look at him with different eyes, it made me quite uncomfortable but also kind of curious. We met a few times after that, just listening to music and drinking wine sort of. No kissing, no anything. We continued keeping a very sparse contact over the phone. We kissed for the first time at a New years eve party at my friends house, it wasn't really fireworks for me (haha) but still kept me sort of curious of him. Years flew by, with us still having contact from time to time. Cut to may this year. We started seeing each other for real. Having sex, acting like a couple, kissing around other people. My feelings grew, while his apparantely disappeared. So after two-three months he broke my heart. I've never felt more worthless ever. I felt like all I was, was a big ball of anxiety. I started looking at myself different, like I was 15 years old and screaming in the mirror again. I thought "oh this is my life now, this feeling won't ever go away". But hey, it did. Slowly as FUCK, and still not all better, but it did get better. I can do anything if I can go through that!

Hey, maybe time does make some things a tiny bit easier after all.

[sirenascales]

-> double black [part two] 18+

-> Chuuya x 1stPOV!F!Reader x Dazai

-> Who knew getting fired from work could lead to this?

-> Content: SMUT, slight angst, violence, murder, swearing

A failed friend date turns into a day of fun and laughs with a rather odd coworker. [Dazai x 1stPOV!F!Reader]

3,274 words

Warning: suicide ideation (like, it's Dazai, c'mon now.)

note: I'm glad some of ya'll seemed to enjoy chuuya's chapter! I decided to just upload Dazai's and then we can move on to the story. Please enjoy! Tags in the replies.

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four | Part Five | Part Six | Final || masterlist

"Keiko-- Keiko, it's two PM!" I said into the phone, sending an apologetic look to my coworkers. "And I'm at work. You can't be calling me, especially when you're drunk so early in the day."

"Uggghhhh, you're so mean!" I sighed softly at Keiko's response, the office phone on my desk beginning to ring.

"Keiko, I have to go now, I'm sorry! Call Taichi and tell him to bring you home."

"Wait-"

I ended the call, rubbing my eyebrows as I picked up the other phone. "Armed Detective Agency, how may I help you?"

It's been around three months since I've started working at the Agency, and I have to say, it was a pretty great job. It paid well, kept me on my toes with the many different cases we took on, and my coworkers were great... despite how weird they were.

"That's like the seventh time your friend called you this week," Ranpo spoke up from his desk, the man literally surrounded by snack wrappers.

I sighed deeply, rubbing my eyebrows. "I know, I'm sorry everyone. She's not usually like this... I know she likes to drink, but... never to this extent."

"Maybe there is something going on?" the cute Atsushi suggested and I frowned. "Maybe you can try to find out?"

"It wouldn’t be wise to just push yourself into someone's private life like that," Kunikida added and I nodded in agreement.

Of course I couldn't. Not with who her boyfriend was. I was her best friend, but even I knew not to step in. "Besides, she always says she's okay when I ask..." I said thoughtfully, too distracted to continue my work. I could believe her, right? Besides, she had Taichi. He loved her, and always made sure that she was protected and taken care of. He always made sure to be around her when he wasn't away, keeping her to his side at all times. I thought maybe he was being a bit too protective, but I also understood because of his... profession.

"Alright, alright, we have a schedule, people. Let's not get too distracted here," Kunikida exclaimed and I laughed softly. The only one with a schedule was the super punctual man himself, but I still went on to do my work.

"Speaking of work..." I started, unimpressed as I Iooked to the empty desk across the office. "Where the hell is Dazai?"

Atsushi just hung his head and sighed, Kunikida gritting his teeth at his desk. "I tried calling him but he wouldn't pick up," Atsushi sighed again and I huffed, standing up from my desk. "I'll take my 30 now. I'll be in the cafe and I'll try to get Dazai to bring his scrawny ass to work."

The Agency was on the fourth floor of the building while the cafe was down on the first, very convenient for me. I was lazy and the coffee and food was good. I dialed up Dazai's number as I descended the four flights of stairs, pressing my phone to my ear.

At the top of one flight, I stopped when I heard a familiar ring tone blare out, and when I looked down to the bottom of the stairs, I saw the man of the hour. His brown hair was wavy as ever, his signature tanned jacket looking immaculate. I watched as he just looked at his phone, watching it ring before he put his phone in his pocket.

I hated him. "So you were just gonna ignore me?!" I shouted down the stairs. Dazai whipped his head up, eyes going comically wide.

"Bella!" he exclaimed, practically running up the stairs right towards me. I gasped and back away quickly, back hitting the wall as Dazai caged me between his bandaged arms. His forehead pressed against mine and I will my face not to burn as he looked at me with those pretty brown eyes of his. "I missed you."

My heart skipped a beat, my mouth going dry. Still, I glared up at the man. "We just saw each other yesterday," I gritted my teeth, trying to ignore the feeling of his soft breath against my face. I was thankful my voice didn't crack. "And you have plenty of paperwork to do still on your desk."

"Ehhh, I'm tired and I'm busy," Dazai nonchalantly waved that off, now standing away from me and waving his hand dismissively. "Got better things to do."

I scoffed and crossed my arms over my chest. "Yeah? Like what?"

With that, Dazai took my hands in his, a hopeful look on his face. Here we go again. "Double suicide."

"No." I immediately declined him. "My answer is still the same as it was last week."

Dazai visibly deflated, covering his eyes dramatically. "Sweet death... she evades me yet again..."

"Yeah," I deadpanned, brushing past Dazai and heading down the stairs. "Anyway. I'm heading to the cafe to get something to eat."

"Oh!" Dazai exclaimed, hooking my arm with his as he quickly came up to my side. "I'll go with you!"

"You have work to do!" I yelled at him, trying to push him back up the stairs. "Go before Kunikida has an aneurysm."

"But I don't wanna!" Dazai whined, quickly turning the tables on me. Now he was behind me, his arms wrapped around me and pinning my arms to my chest. I felt his breath against my left ear and I shivered deeply. "I wanna spend time with you..." he whispered softly, his voice dropping. I bit my bottom lip, looking over at him over my shoulder. I shivered again, the usual brightness in his eyes gone. I've only seen that look on his face a handful of times, and it never failed to make me feel completely on edge. Like I was in danger.

I liked it.

"Ugh," I sneered, rolling my eyes and shaking myself out of his arms. "Fine, fine. I'll treat today, okay?"

"Yay!" Dazai's jovial nature returned as he followed me to the cafe. I shake my head at the strange duality of the man. We sat across from each other, the redheaded waitress named Lucy that obviously had a crush on Atsushi giving us some menus.

As I looked over the menu, I looked over at Dazai, the man humming as he mulled over his choices. I bit the inside of my cheek, just feeling that maybe there was more to Dazai than he let on.

The weekend soon arrived and I was in a bit of a sour mood. I was at the boardwalk, sitting on an empty bench after getting off the phone with Keiko. We were supposed to spend the day together, but she had called me thirty-minutes late, all of a sudden saying that she couldn't make it.

Her tone of voice worried me, she sounded rushed and breathless, totally unlike her. "I'm okay. I'm sorry for flaking out so suddenly," she said before she ended the call. I blinked at the screen, a bit put off by the entire thing. Just what was up with her?

Though I couldn't dwell on it, for there was a presence behind me. "Well, well, look what we have here," a teasing voice whispered into my ear before blowing into it. I shrieked, jumping off the bench before spinning around.

"Dazai!" I hissed at the laughing man standing on the other side of the bench. "You scared the crap out of me!"

"Bet it got your heart pumping, huh," Dazai hummed happily, skipping around the bench and right over to me. "Bella, I missed you~" he hugged me tightly in his arms. I sighed deeply, half-heartedly wrapping my arms around him in return and giving him a pat on the back.

"We saw each other yesterday."

"Eighteen hours is too long, bella."

I rolled my eyes, pulling away from the huge and giving Dazai a look. "You're so dramatic, dude," I say with a laugh, shaking my head. "What are you doing here?"

"Hmm, well I thought this would be a great place to think about how to commit suicide," Dazai began and I gave him another look. "But, I saw my bella looking so sad and lonely! I just had to rush to comfort her!"

Dazai hugged me again, squeezing me tight. I let out a struggling breath, writhing a bit in his hold. "You're killing me!"

"Oh! Let's commit do-"

"No, oh my God!"

I turned and stormed away from the suicidal man, shaking my head when I heard him call out for me. "Bella, wait!" He latched onto my arm, pressing his cheek against mine. "Tell me what's wrong. I am your trusted friend and coworker~"

"More like trusted pain in my ass," I mumbled before sighing, walking over to the boardwalk railing and staring out into the ocean. "It's Keiko. She was supposed to be with me today, but she just called and canceled..." I frowned deeply, eyebrows pinched in worry.

"What else did she say?" Dazai asked quietly, having gone serious once he saw the look in my face. "How did she seem?"

"Off..." I answered immediately before I looked over at my companion. "Or am I just imagining things? Yeah, I'm disappointed she flaked out but...." I hung my head. "I don't know..."

"Well, it could be nothing," Dazai suggested. "Or it could be something. There's no way for you to know."

I made a face at his vague ass answer before sighing again. "I can only trust her. She was the first friend I made when I moved to Japan, and I was excited to see her today. I've been having a rough time lately."

"Is something bothering you?" Dazai asked, and I shivered feeling his gaze on me.

"Eh... just depressed," I answered offhandedly. "Lonely. Normal sad girl shit, ya know."

That made Dazai snicker under his breath. "Yeah, I know. But luckily for you," Dazai started, arm draping around my shoulders and pulling me to him. "I'm here to save the day!"

I couldn't help it, I laughed before I wrapped my arm around his middle, letting him hold me against him. "You'll hang out with me today?"

Dazai grinned. "It would be my pleasure."

Time flew by so quickly, that I was surprised to look at my phone and see that it was damn near seven in the evening. Gaping, I looked up, seeing that the sky was slowly turning dark. "Holy crap, Dazai. Did we really spend the whole day out here?" I asked in shock, looking over at him. "What the hell did we do?!"

"What didn't we do," Dazai whined, slumping against me. "I'm tired... and you still wanna ride the stupid ferris wheel!"

"It's not stupid," I said with a pout. "Besides... we're already in line."

"Meh," Dazai grumbled, still keeping his body pressed against me as we waited in line. He was behind me, his chin pressed on my shoulder. I tried not to shiver as I felt his breath along my neck.

Soon enough, we were in our carriage and slowly riding up to the top. I took a few pictures as we did so, Dazai looking over in amazement.

"You think the drop from up here would kill me?"

"Yeah, and would scar everyone here."

"Oh yeah... can't have that."

I rolled my eyes, glancing over at him and pausing for a bit. Dazai was still looking out over Yokohama, an expression I've never seen before on his face. He almost looked... sad. Very handsome, his side profile absolutely perfect. But he still looked sad. I took a quick picture, smiling as I looked over it on my phone.

The carriage stopped and I couldn't help but grin as we just swayed softly up in the air. "Thanks for spending the day with me, Dazai. It would have sucked if I had spent it alone."

"Ahh, don't sweat it, bella. I couldn't possibly leave you out here alone," Dazai answered dramatically and I laughed and rolled my eyes. 

I felt a vibration in my pocket and I grabbed my phone, smiling at the cute selfie that Keiko sent to me.

'I'm so sorry for bailing! I'll make it up to you, I promise! ❤ mwuah'

"Is that Keiko?" Dazai asked and I nodded, sending her a quick reply.

"Yeah. She seems to be doing okay," I said, feeling a bit relieved.

"That's great!" Dazai exclaimed, getting up from his spot and carefully making his way to sit beside me, much to my horror.

"Dazai! We're not supposed to move around!"

"We're fine!" he waved me off dismissively. "Now you can stop worrying about Keiko and focus on what's important. Me."

I raised my eyebrows at him. "You?"

Dazai hummed. "Yes, me. And how I'm taking you home tonight."

My jaw drops, face heating up at his words. "Wh-what are you talking about?"

"You know exactly what I'm talking about," Dazai answered, his voice dropping a bit as his gaze and entire mood changed. His gaze was darker now, his lips curled up in an almost dangerous smirk. "I think it's time we stop tiptoeing around each other and just take what we really want."

My mouth went dry and I quickly became flustered, turning my head away. Immediately, a hand is grabbing my face, Dazai digging his fingers into my cheeks as he forces me to look back at him.

"Nuh uh, you look at me when I'm speaking."

His authoritative tone makes me freeze, heart pounding in my chest as I stared at Dazai, completely bewildered. I knew there was something more about him than he had let on, and whatever it was, had me in fight or flight mode.

"Now, when we're done here, we're gonna leave and head back to my place, okay?" he asked me, but his tone made it seem like it wasn't a request, and it sure as hell didn't match the seemingly innocent smile on his face; not when it didn't reach his eyes.

I nodded, Dazai removing his hand from my face. His smile sent shivers down my spine.

"Good."

"Mmn... fuck, Dazai..." I moaned and gasped softly, the man on top of me littering my neck with angry red and purple marks, two of his fingers working inside my pussy. I was completely naked on his bed, Dazai only in his underwear-- and his bandages still wrapped around his arms and chest.

"Hey, what did I tell you?" Dazai whispered against my neck, curling his fingers and smirking when I cried out. "Call me Osamu. Don't make me tell you again."

I frantically nodded my head, crying out again as he sped up the pace of his fingers, his mouth moving down to my chest. "F-fuck, Osamu!"

"That's it," he whispered, taking one of my hardened nipples into his mouth. My fingers curled into his soft brown hair, head tilting back and eyes screwing shut as Dazai continued to pleasure my body.

It wasn't long until he pushed his hard cock into my wet pussy, the both of us groaning at the feeling of us finally connecting. I was on my knees and elbows, pillow placed under my hips. Dazai started out slowly, biting his lip as he watched his dick disappear inside of me.

"Fuck... I'm gonna burn this sight into my memory," Dazai groaned, making me whine as I shook my head.

"D-don't stare like that..."

Dazai chuckled softly, his hands grabbing my hips as he started to move faster, thrusting harder. I moaned and whined, it seemed to be the only thing I could do while Dazai fucked the shit outta me. "Osamu... please..."

My whining made the man above me grin widely, his thrusts becoming rougher, almost wild as he suddenly reached out and grabbed a handful off my hair. I yelped when he yanked me up, my back now pressed against his chest and his other hand wrapped around my throat.

"What is it, bella?" he hissed into my ear, pounding away at my pussy and making me cry out again. God, it was too much all at once. "What does my pretty little subordinate want?"

I whined. "I want to cum... please Osamu..."

He cackled, pushing me back on the bed, grabbing my hips so hard, I knew I was gonna bruise. "Cum then," he hissed down at me, pushing my face into the mattress. He fucked me relentlessly, fingers finding my clit and rubbing harsh circles. That made my vision go white, my scream muffled as I came hard, body going rigid as pleasure overtook my body.

"Shit, you're squeezing me so tight," Dazai grunted. He pulled out, ignoring my whines as he stepped off the bed. "Get on your back."

I barely rolled over halfway until there was a strong grip on my ankle, my body being pulled down the length of the bed. Dazai stood at the end, wasting no time in pushing my legs back by the back of my knees, and plunging his cock back into me.

I looked up at him through teary eyes, and I knew I should have been afraid of the mad look that was in his eyes, the way his lips were curled up in a snarl. But it just made my pussy clench around him in arousal, eyes rolling to the back of my head.

I came a second time as he did his first, and much to my ultimate pleasure, we weren't finished there. We pleasured each other through the night, until we wore each other out and fell asleep entangled in the sheets.

I woke up the next morning, groaning in pain as I felt my body ache. I forced myself to sit up, looking around blearily and humming softly when I found Dazai sitting on the edge of the bed, his bare back to me.

"Good morning," he sang to me and I giggled softly, carefully moving to kneel behind him. The blankets fell from around me and I pressed my bare chest against his back. "Hm, that's nice."

"Morning," I said softly, peeking over his shoulder. "What are you do-"

I stop, staring as Dazai wrapped seemingly clean bandages on his heavily scarred left arm. I swallowed thickly, my mind running at what could have possibly been the cause of those scars.

But deep down, I knew that the cause was Dazai himself.

"Do... Do you have enough?" I asked softly, not knowing what else to even say. I didn't want to pry or seem insensitive, just having to get over this metaphorical punch in the gut myself.

"Yeah, I'm fine!" Dazai answered, turning to face me with a cheery smile on his face. In a matter of seconds, I was flat on my back, Dazai on top of me with his lips pressed against mine. It was easy for him to make me forget about what I saw, his kisses stealing my breath away.

"I have to go," he said softly, pushing himself off me after a moment.

I nodded solemnly, watching him continue to get dressed. "Alright. See you at work tomorrow?"

He smirked at me. "You know the answer to that."

I rolled my eyes again, just as my phone started to ring. I grabbed it, sending Dazai a quick smile before answering the call.

"Hey Keiko, guess who got fucking laid." That made Dazai snort while I grinned, though my grin fell as I didn't hear Keiko go off like I thought she would. "Keiko?" I shared a look with Dazai.

"Hey... I need you. Can I come over?"

[applepi-1]

He's afraid of hurting you

Tsukishima x Y/n

Terushima x y/n

Atsumu x y/n

Warnings: fluff

Mentions of rape on Atusma's part.... sorry :(

Also I do request…

-596 words-

You and Tsuki have been friends for as long as you remember, it's always been you, Tsukishima, and Yamaguchi. Always. But somehow you fell for the tall salty dino-loving jerk. You guys did everything together and you were the only other person he tolerated. When you met the team people asked Yamaguchi if you guys were dating, both laughing until you saw Tsukishima. You ran to him and began to bug him, much to everyone's shock (except Yama) when the tall boy smiled softly down at you.

Tsukishima also fell for you, but... he was scared, he covered his feelings with salty comments, but with you he could never, you were his soft spot. He always admired the way you smiled, laugh, or the face you make when you were concentrated or were nervous. He finds it adorable, but he won't tell you that. He'll tease you about how your face looks, but you'd laugh it off.

So, come to both of your surprises when you confess. It was a normal Tuesday, except it was just you two walking home, since Yamaguchi was sick. "Hey, Tsuki, can I be honest with you?" You asked once y'all reached your house.

"Would you rather lie?"

"No, god no... but uh, I like you..." You nervously messed with your fingers. You felt as if your heart was hitting your ribcage as hard as Oikawa serves a ball. Tsukishima felt as if he was dreaming, feeling his stomach twist and his heard dance. But... still fear ate at the boy.

"I like you too..." You smiled immediately. "But I can't be with you." And immediately faded.

"What...?" What kind of confession it that, he began to panic as he saw tears form.

"It's not that I don't want to be, Y/n, trust me, I do... but..." The words got stuck in his throat, he's not used to being this vulnerable. "I-I'm scared..." Your eyes grew at how soft his voice was, he was biting his lip so he didn't show his feelings.

"W-Why...?" You watch him tug on his jersey, the showers were down so none of the players thought of changing.

"I... I don't want to hurt you..."

"Is this about, E/n?" You asked, talking about the bitch who left Tsukishima for her best friend. He said something uncalled for, but that didn't give her the right to cheat and blame Tsukishima.

"Maybe... no, this is about how I'm not good in relationships, the last one I was in, she cheated on because of what I said to her... I.."

"I would never." You finished his sentence making him look at you. "Tsuki, you guys got into an argument, big deal. Couples argue you salty dino." Tsukishima surpassed a laugh as you continued, "It did not give her the right to cheat because you called her out for flirting with that idiot she cheated on you with. I know you loved her, but... I'm not her. If we fight, I'll sit in front of you despite your harsh words. Just like I always do. The only guy I want to flirt with or have my attention is you." He looked down at you and felt his shoulders drop.

"R-Really?" You grabbed his face and smiled.

"I'm willing to do this if you are..." He looked down at you before wrapping his arms around you, you sighed into him, wrapping your arms around his neck.

"I don't deserve you... I love you so much, Y/n..." You smiled leaning into your best friend, your now boyfriend.

"I love you too, Tsuki."

-751 words-

You sighed into your seat, watching your best friend flirt up a storm with someone else. Kazuma Bobata knew of your feelings, and of the feelings of #1, Yūji Terushima. He sighed and sat next to you, placing a hand on your shoulder making you jump and look away from your crush. "Oh, Kazuma. Hi." He just gave you a look, you furred your brows, what crawled up his ass? "Everything good, Kaz?"

"No, our friend is hurting you." You raised your brows. "Don't deny it, I'm not stupid." He said once he saw you about to open your mouth, you sighed and looked down.

"How long...?"

"Since we met." I sighed again resting my head in my hands.

"What do I do...?"

"Confess you, idiot." You looked up to him immediately, Terushima looked in your direction hearing Kazuma call you an idiot.

"What, no?!" You didn't mean to yell but you did, your best friend left the girl standing there confused as he walked over to you, seeing you laugh a little.

"Everything okay, Y/n?"

"Huh?" Your face reddens hoping he didn't hear Kazuma say something about confessing.

"I'm trying to get her to confess to her crush." You immediately whipped your head to Kazuma.

"Dude!" You slapped his arm, Terushima felt his heartbreak, wincing a little, but it went unnoticed to you both.

"How about you practice on Terushima?"

"What..... /////-/////" Both of you blushed and looked at Kazuma who knew exactly what he was doing.

"Yeah, it'll help you both, Terushima needs to confess to his crush as well." Terushima so badly wanted to hit his friend, but he was right.

"Oh... I..."

"Fine." You looked at your friend in shock, "I... I-I'll help." His heart tugged and winced at his words, as long as your happy, right...? You blinked a couple times...

"Uh... okay...? U-Um, w-when...?"

"After school..."

--

You sighed into your bed, looking at your best friend's eyes. Sighing this is difficult, think of him as someone else. "Okay. Okay. I like you, a lot, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I do. I have since we were running on the playground laying at how stupid a kid looked, and... I like you despite you flirting with every girl you see..." As you continued to list why you liked him with your eyes closed, Terushima felt a smile form on his face, you like him? Once you finished and opened your eyes and saw he was smiling... it that a good sign, then you remembered. "Right... uh, your turn to... p-practice your c-confession..." It hurt you to say practice, you wish this was real.

"Oh... uh, right... Look, I like you so much, but... I don't think it'd work." What?

"Dude, horrible confession, what are you trying to do? Hurt her, make her happy, and confused?"

"Shut up and let me finish." You sighed and punched his shoulder, indicating your listening. "I like you a lot, but... I don't want to be the one hurting you in the end, Y/n... I can't do that. Not to you. I hate myself for letting my ex walk away because I chose to flirt with someone else. But with you... I... I can't do that... It pains me to flirt with other girls when the only girl I want to flirt with is you... But it won't last, I'll fuck up eventually." Congrats, Terushima, you made me happy, sad, and confused.

"I... I'm sorry... what the fuck gives you the right to have this all one-sided." His eyes widen a little, he should've known you had something to say. "So what your ex left, I'm not them, Teru. I like you, hell I fell in love with you and I trust you. If you fuck up and flirt with someone we'll talk it out, not just call it quits, or if you feel the need to flirt with someone, pretend not to know me, and flirt up a storm you dumbass." He laughed a little grabbing your face, but you weren't done. "I love you, you, I know you like me, Teru... but, I love you, and I love all your mistakes, I mean, I stuck around this far haven't I...? Doesn't that mean something... Hm." He cut your rambling off pressing his lips firmly to yours.

"You talk too much." He kissed you again, this time you shivered as the coldness of his tongue ring hit your lip. "I love you. God, I love you."

-959 words-

Atsumu knew giving you a spare key to his house was foolish. But he wanted to make sure you knew you were welcome, when you reached his house it was 2 in the am, and you needed your best friend more than anything. You took out your spare key and opened his door, jumping when you see Osamu in the kitchen. "Ah, welcome home, Y/n." You laughed shutting the door quietly behind you.

"H-Hi... O-Osamu..." He looked over in your direction immediately noticing the way your voice went high and the way you choked on your words.

"Y-Y/n... did something happen?" You pulled your hand over your mouth, keeping your sobs quiet, Osamu immediately dashed to you, leaving what he was doing in the kitchen. "Oi... ya okay?" You shooked your head as he wrapped his arms around you, letting you sob into his chest. "Talk to me, Y/n..." Osamu was like your big brother, he knows of your feelings toward his twin.

"I... I went on a date..." He sat you down on the couch, giving you some room. "I... H-he... took me to a cafe... and after we ate and stuff... I felt... d-dizzy... and... I c-couldn't stop him..." Atsuma walked down feeling thirsty when he heard your voice, he stopped on the stairs looking at you. "H-How do I... tell A-Atsumu...?" He watched as his brother kissed your head and brought you into his chest.

"Do you want me to tell him...?" He watched as you shook your head. "Just... be honest with him." Atsumu sniffed the air and spoke.

"Is something burning...?" You turn your attention to the other twin. Osamu immediately got up and ran to the kitchen. Atsumu looked at you and noticed how you wouldn't meet his eyes. "Y/n...?" He couldn't help but think you were crying and asking for advice on how to tell him something, he thinks you're seeing his brother, and don't know how to tell him. But boy is he far off.

"I... I need to talk to you... Osamu k-knows a-already..." He looked down at you confused, taking his brother's spot next to you.

"Y/n..." He wants to tell you he knows, but something about your face is saying to wait.

"I... I... I c-can't..." You buried your face into his chest, he was taken back but immediately hugged you. "I... I don't know why I can't... tell you... the words just... won't come out..." He furred his brows, hoping his misreading things.

"It's just me, Y/n." You broke down more, that's the thing, you didn't even want to go on a date, but, you wanted to get rid of your feelings for the blonde twin. You know he'd never like you, but he does. He really does.

"T-That's the p-point..." Osamu came back in and tapped your shoulder.

"I-I don't know much, about ya s-situation, but, here..." You grabbed the water from him and smiled lightly, that confirmed it, he was misreading things.

"Y/n...?" You looked down at your cup.

"Hey, just tell him what you told me."

"Okay..." He furred his brows and sighed.

"Y/n-"

"I was raped." You blurted out cutting Atsumu off... out of all things. He never expected that, Osamu sat there rubbing your shoulder.

"You... what...?"

"She went on a date, got dizzy after..." Atsumu sat closer to you, pulling you into his chest, rubbing your back softly.

"I..." The words got stuck in his throat. "I... will y-you be able to... sleep...?" You laughed at how careful he's being.

"C-Can I stay, w-with you... tonight...?"

"Ya guys can take the guest room, so ya can talk privately, and not annoy me." You both laughed, Atsumu helped you stand before leading you to the bed.

"Ya can take the bed." You gave him a look.

"I, uh, please don't make me sleep alone." He looked at you and sighed.

"I won't," He rubbed your arms gently. He laid over the covers as you laid under, you laughed. "What?"

"I don't bite." He laughed getting under the covers. He watched as you closed your eyes, scooting a little closer. "You can close your eyes and try to sleep you know."

"Sorry, I might not be able to sleep. I usually sleep without a shirt."

"Oh. Then take your shirt off, ya goof." He froze for a second, but slowly sat up, slipping his shirt over his head. He laid back down resting on his back. "Better?"

"Yeah." You nuzzled closer sighing a little.

"Uh, Tsumu, can uh, can you hold me..." He looked at you and saw how you weren't meeting his eyes.

"Come here," you nuzzled your head into his chest letting his arm drape over your shoulder, rubbing it softly, you let out a shaky breath. "Better?"

"Hm, thank you... Tsumu." He squeezed you in response. Once he felt your body get heavier, he kissed your head.

"I'd do anything for ya, I love ya, ya idiot. But... I don't want to hurt ya..." You smiled slightly before looking up making Atsumu turn a deep red. "I thought ya were asleep."

"Eh, but for the record, I love you too... to be honest, I went on the date because... I thought you didn't like me so..."

"Hm, so it's my fault." You sat up immediately as he looked like he was about to cry.

"No, god no."

"If I would have grown a pair, and told you how I felt... none of this would have happened."

"And I wouldn't be here, laying next to you." You traced your fingers over his abs, "I wouldn't be touching you like this." You leaned down pecking his lips. "Kissing you."

"No, no, we'd still do that." You both laugh cuddling into each other. "I love ya."

"I love you too. And you could never hurt me."

[satans-left-asscheeky]

Three step programs to help get your favorite fallout companion to love you / become your little bitch

Part three.

Piper

Is your Piper finding it hard to enjoy her usual shenanigans? Is your Piper experiencing the a dreaded writers block and lack of motivation? Is your Piper struggling to balance working a full time job, travel with her trusty dusty Blue popsicle and be a big sibling/full time parent to her little sister? Has your Piper been in a withdrawal of sorts after spending an ungodly amount of time in the diamond City slammer thanks to the corrupt government run by the shiny freshly packaged life meddling fuckers known as the institute? Lucky for you this three step program will help get your Piper back to her nosy reporter kick-ass bad bitch self!

Step One: Mayor Mcdonough? more like mayor Mc-done-for! It must have taken the institute a long ass time to make not one, but two faces for him! Kill the fuck outta the cowardly double crossing pretentious douche bag!

Step Two: You wanna know what would help your Piper? No more late night abductions! take the fight to the institute by any means necessary.... (besides the BOS ofc)... Why tf do they even replace people? Probing? Dissection?....... news flash institute normal people have this thing called a heart! who tf knows why the creeps prey apon the people of the commonwealth. What your Piper does know is their gonna need an ass transplant once her foot is done with em.

Step Three: Okay so this might sound totally domestic (and less violent cuz damn that sounded like a bad psycho trip...) compared to the last two steps, but something that will totally help your Piper is.... A writers nook. Filled with real printing supplies. Old world novels, or even better creating new world novels with your Piper! One of the many things that historians claim makes a "civilization" is the production of unique works of literature (or something like that don't sue me if I'm wrong I'm quoting my freshman year history teacher and a bitch snoozed in that class) ... so technically, though a soft approach, your helping pave the pathway to a better future one line at a time.

(We can not be held responsible for any offensive news articles your Piper may write once she has her mojo back. If your Piper is experiencing an increased number of threats please contact your local Cait to open up a can of whoop ass)

Nick

Does your Nick have a case of depresso espresso that he just can't seem to solve? Is your Nick a melancholy mix of man and machine still trying to find his way in life after approximately 80 years of mixed experience? Is your Nick obsessing over fixing other people's problems to avoid his own? Is your Nick screwing his dang hand at the most inopportune times? (Like dude when a we're playing chicken with a super mutan suicider is not the time to screw your damn hand! Fucking Lydia had more tact than your ass) Luckily for you we have just the evidence you need to close the case on your weeping widow tin man!

Step one: Go on the annoyingly long hunt for all of Eddie Winters encrypted holotapes. Once every nook and cranny of every police station in massachusetts has been searched go kill the fuck out of that murdering bastard! You know what they say.... "If you can't fill the hole in your aching neon heart blow a hole in someone else's!"

Step two: Sarcasm galore! The more sassy the better! How can you be a saddy if your sassy? No but seriously witty remarks are your Nick's love language.

Step three: Generosity. Though it may be true the wastland will never be able to go back to the utopia it once was, but you and your Nick will be damned if you don't die trying to make the world a better place. If one small act of kindness is all your Nick is rembered for then he did well in life. Even if that means that act of kindness was giving Sheffield a damn nuka-cola.

(Okay so I'm not sure how I'm gonna be able to live with myself knowing that I'm the reason that this exist... Please forgive me for I shall never forgive myself.... okay but seriously why does the after look like my ex....) Ps I never noticed he had a cute chin dimple/dent before... I love it so much! He's so adorable.

Preston

Is your Preston still haunted by the series of unfortunate events that followed him from quincy to concord? Is your Preston suffering from survivers guilt and rain? Well have we got just the thing for you!

Step one: Find some way to control the weather! How can your Preston ever be sad if it's never raining?

Step two: Take your Preston on villager saving sprees! Rebuild the entire commonwealth.... it would be rude and inconsiderate of your Preston to even think about being happy when all those settlements still need your help.... what better way to remind your Preston of the good little sunshine boi he is than taking care of that settlement over there..... lemme mark it on your map for you!

Step three: Put a stop to all the meanies of the commonwealth.... Raiders demanding resources from settlers? gotta die. Super mutans eating settlers? gotta go. How can your Preston truly be happy if even a single living breathing soul in the commonwealth isn't? Your Preston has a big fat bleeding heart on his sleeve.... but hey the second you showed him any kind of human decency he clung onto you like a piece of raider stuck in a deathclaws teeth.

(We can not be held responsible for all the settlements that will be marked on your map.... But hey at least it's not raining.... babe!)

Hey so not gonna lie I could keep this in the draft and edit it for the rest of eternity, but at this point I think it's time to stop obsessing and post lol. Hope you enjoy or at least tolerate it like me!

Part 1

Part 2

[eureka-its-zico]

Get to know me!

I was the tagged by the lovely @gukieater thank you, love!

When is your birthday?

January 1st

Favorite Color?

Black

What's your lucky number?

I don't particularly have a lucky number, but I suppose I'm superstitious when it comes to numbers not being even.

Do you have any pets?

I really wish I could have a pet. My complex doesn't allow them.

How tall are you?

5'3 1/2

How many pairs of shoes do you own?

I literally only own like, four pairs of normal shoes? But if I don't have to work or go anywhere nice I could literally wear flip flops all year round.

Favorite Song?

Honestly, my favorites are usually centered around songs that I listen to on repeat when I'm writing for a specific FIC cause I'm lame so right now its, "Every Kind Of Way," by H.E.R.

Favorite Movie?

Okay. I got a lot and can't pick. My favs are for comfort purposes when I'm feeling like a sad panda. So here's like my top 5 that no one asked for:

Runaway Bride

The Proposal

Big Hero 6

What Dreams May Come

10 Things I Hate About You

What would be your ideal partner?

I'm gonna be real here: I already found them. He's literally my best friend. I've known him for eight plus years, and we finally got together in 2018. He makes me want to be a better person, a better version of myself everyday, and I hope I'm able to return that favor. He's always there to comfort me, and love me even when I'm not at my best. I appreciate him more than he knows.

Do you want children?

Of course.

Have you gotten in trouble with the law?

HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHHAHAHAHAAHHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAyes

What color socks are you wearing?

I'm bare right now, baby. What's good?

Bath or Shower?

Shower for me, please.

Favorite type of music?

Give me anything. I promise you, we'll have a good time whatever it is.

How many pillows do you sleep with?

MY GUY! A lot! Is there such a thing as too many pillows? My bed is drowning in them.

Which position do you sleep in?

I'm supposed to sleep on my left side or stomach, because it helps open up your lungs, but I always end up on my back.....

What don't you like when you are sleeping?

Having an asthma attack in the middle of being dead ass asleep. The panic is real.

What do you have for breakfast?

Coffee or a Monster

Have you ever tried archery?

Trust me, you don't want that

Favorite fruit?

Mooooootherfuckin' White peach or Nectarine! Throw them at my face I fuckin love them so much.

Favorite swear word?

Motherfucker or fuck or fucker....

Do you have any scars?

A few

Are you a good liar?

Yes and no?

What's your personality type?

I'm your weird introverted/extroverted friend (only sometimes) who is empathetic, likes to make you laugh, and is super protective. I will pillage a village for you.

What's your favorite type of girl?

I love all women who aren't the type to degrade others just because they fell insecure. Let me help uplift you, Queen.

Left or right handed?

Right

Favorite Food?

MF TACOS!!

Are you clean or messy?

I'm clean, except when it comes to like...the laundry basket. That bitch is overflowing.

Favorite foreign food?

Soondubu jigae (Korean soft tofu stew)

How long does it take you to get ready?

5-10 mins tops. If I try - 15

Most used phrase?

"Just sayin'."

Are you a good singer?

Nope

Do you sing to yourself?

.........in the shower

Biggest fear?

S N A K E S

Do you like long or short hair?

Short

Are you into gossips?

I would rather light myself on fire than listen to someone be gross

Extrovert or Introvert?

Introvert, for sure

Favorite School Subject?

English

What makes you nervous?

Oh man, literally everything. I have the worst anxiety, tbrh

Who was your real first crush?

Willy, in 2nd grade.

How many piercings do you have?

7

How fast can you run?

My dude, I got severe asthma and COPD. If a zombie apocalypse happens, if you're with me, you're gonna be just fine. I'll be eaten first.

What makes you angry?

I get really angry when I hear people being mean to others. Or I see it. I've been told I'm confrontational, and that's okay. I would rather defend someone who was being bullied or harassed than sit idly by and just watch or record it with my damn phone.

Do you like your name?

I feel like I have to

What are your weaknesses?

I live inside my head a lot. I space out a lot. I have crippling anxiety at times, and it makes me think the literal worst things about myself and the things I think I'm good at.

What are your strengths?

I think the only good strength I have is being there for others. I've been told a lot in life that they were grateful to have me. That I listened. I didn't judge them when they did or went through things. I just know how important it is to be able to talk to someone and know they actually hear you and give a shit.

What is the color of your bedspread?

Charcoal grey

Color of your room?

Paper white

I tag @btsbyfrnd @parkdatjimin @tabi-ears @leetaeilsnecktattoo @dearneverlander @jackseung @katythekitty and whoever else would like to do this

[lailarain]

WARNING: SPOILERS FOR DANGANRONPA 3

This is a continuation of this post.

I'm watching Danganronpa 3: The End of Hope's Peak High School Future Arc for the first time.

Episode 6:

Makoto, you fucking genius. Then again, can't Monokuma just make that a new rule if he wants to🤨

LMAO MONACA THINKING SHE WAS CAUGHT🤣🤣🤣

BYAKUYA! I missed u🥰

WAIT WHY THE FUCK IS HE BRITISH ALL OF A SUDDEN💀

Wait Geko Gahara is what now😀

KOMARU AND TOKO YES I MISSED YOUUUU

YES OUR FAVORITE ULTRA DESPAIR LESBIANS ARE BACK AT IT AGAIN😎😎😎😎

HAJIME YES MY NON-SHAPE-KNOWING BRO

Wait....Izuru🤨?

Episode 7:

Monaca, Junko killed HERSELF. Makoto didn't do shit🤨

THE TITLE IS ULTRA DESPAIR GIRLS YEAH BABY

THE WARRIORS OF HOPE ARE ALIVE AND HELPING OUT THE UDGs YES

It's so nostalgic to watch my favorite dynamic duo fight monokumas with the megaphone again🥺🥺🥺

The way she says "neutralizing demonic teddy bears" like it's normal😭

"Unless you like it rough😏"

Okay wtf is up with Toko's voice

Toko's fantasies are WAY more awkward when animated. Whatever they pay Byakuya's VA clearly isn't enough

IS THAT ACTUALLY HOW SHE SEES KOMARU LMAOOOO

BYAKUYA SENSED HER BEING WEIRD LMAOOO

Can Monaca just stfu🙄

HOLY FUCK YES THE LESBIANS ARE HOLDING HANDS I REPEAT THE LESBIANS ARE HOLDING HANDS

"Don't you see? I was HOPEING to defeat you. I R O N Y."

YES NAGITO

"Leave me alone. G O O G L E I T."

Who's gonna tell Monaca that she'll automatically suffocate the moment she breaks the atmosphere?

Istg those two are SO gay for each other

Komaru and Makoto are such wholesome siblings😭

KYOKO BETTER NOT BE THE ONE TO DIE I SWEAR I-

Episode 8:

Wait did he just say the name I think he said😀

I don't even know what to say about this episode title💀

NO MAKOTO SWEETIE IT'S NOT YOUR FAULT😭

Yo why tf does the blonde bitch look like that🤨

NO THAT MOTHER EFFER BETTER GET AWAY FROM KYOKO😤

Did that peach-haired asshole just-

HOLY FUCK POTHEAD GUY NO

POTHEAD GUY KNEW KYOKO AND HER DAD

What the fuck was in that chocolate😀

The bitch killed the love of her life? That's fucked up, man.

Kyoko, we're in a pandemic. Don't lick saliva, he could've had COVID🙄

Kyoko tricked them? Man, what a badass.

Episode 9:

Wait, so if that wasn't an actual exit, does that mean she killed her love for no reason?

The building is underwater? This game keeps on coming up with insane scenarios, I swear

Okay, blonde bitch has officially LOST HIS MARBLES.

Makoto please don't blame yourself🥺🥺🥺

DID THIS BLONDE BITCH JUST-

Wait....SO SHE DIDN'T EVEN HAVE TO KILL HIM?

AND HE STILL KISSED HER WTF

Aoi and Makoto's friendship is so cute🥰

Kyoko's gonna die, isn't she?😟

KYOKO NO SHE SACRIFICED HERSELF KNOWING SHE WAS GONNA DIE AGGGGGGGHHHHHHH

BLONDE BITCH SHUT THE FUCK UP HE JUST LOST KYOKO THIS ISN'T ABOUT HOPE

(No joke I am genuinely about to cry now. She better not be dead)

Episode 10:

Awwww I remember this is when she rescued him🥺

Kyoko really is with Atua now😔😇

"She died protecting me from myself" that line HURT, man

Awww poor Makoto is crying🥺🥺

Blonde bitch looking like he be POSSESSED or some shit

Wait what's that on Kyoko's body

how DARE this blonde ass motherfucker make Makoto bleed. Breathing the same oxygen as him was rude enough🙄

Bullying a girl Makoto? Not cool, Hajime Blonde Bitch

IT HIT HIM IN THE BACK OF THE NECK LMAOOO

Did he.....is Makoto....

Ohhhh He's keeping Makoto alive because he'll be trapped. For a second, I thought this was a redemption arc lol😂

Istg this guy is SO aggressive for no reason🙄✋

THE FACT THAT MAKOTO ISN'T ATTACKING YOU AND TRYING TO TALK IT OUT WHILE YOU BEAT HIM UP IS LITERAL PROOF THAT HE IS ON THE SIDE OF HOPE YOU FUCKING DUMBASS🤦‍♀️

WAIT SO EVERYBODY IS AN ATTACKER!?!?

Okay that's it this blonde bitch and me bouta throw hands for punching Naegi👊

Okay I know this scene is sentimental and all but how the fuck is Naegi still standing😀

Okay I wasn't expecting blonde bitch to cry this is actually pretty sad

WAIT SO WHO'S THE ATTACKER?!?!?

Episode 11:

I was wondering how they reacted to the outside world so this is cool

Wait why is ponytail girl smiling evilly😀

Suicide? Idk sounds unlikely to me🤔

Makoto is such a marder it's actually insane

MAKOTO PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE PLEASE DON'T DIE

Okay who in the literal fuck is the attacker tho

What the fuck is that video and where is Makoto I'm so confused rn

ARE THOSE THE VICTIMS?!?!?

WAIT WHAT'S HAPPENING TO MAKOTO WAS HE TRIGGERED WHAT'S GOING ON

NAEGI HOLY FUCK DON'T DO IT

WHAT'S WRONG WITH HIS EYES HE LOOKS LIKE NAGITO WHEN HE'S RANTING ABOUT HOPE WHAT THE FUCK

BUFF GUY IS ALIVE HOLY SHITBALLS

WAIT SO IT REALLY WAS SUICIDE?!?!?

NO BUFF DUDE DON'T GIVE IN TO DESPAIR STAY ALIVE

YES BUFF DUDE STAY ALIVE AND SAVE THEM DONT DIE

YES BLONDE BITCH GO SAFE YOUR BRO AND TELL HIM HOW YOU FEEL

NOOOOOOOOOO BUFF BROOOOOOOO

Wait IS TENGAN ALIVE?!?!?!?

(sorry about all the capitals)

Episode 12:

FINAL EPISODE BABY LET'S GO

Wait so is the video that forced the reserve course students to commit suicide and the one that made Makoto go batshit crazy one in the same?

Heh heh spiral eyes go brrr

Shy guy why are you freaking out what did you do

"You need to know the truth. I've liked anime for as long as I can remember" wow what a shock that the ultimate animator likes animation😀

"You're the exception to the rule and you damn well know it" damn shy guy

wait shy guy what are you doing

SHY GUY NO-

WAIT HE COULDN'T USE HIS TALENT

Did he just say eliminate😀

Shy guy what in the ever-loving fuck are you doing

BLONDE BITCH YES

Okay this is such an elaborate plot twist wtf

AWWW BLONDE BITCH🥺🥺🥺🥺

ASAHINA NO

SHY GUY DON'T YOU DARE PRESS YES

Thank god there's a timer😅

TOKO KOMARU NOOOOOO

WAIT MONACA TOO? SHE'S ALIVE!?!?!?!?

This isn't looking too good for Makoto and Blonde Bitch

WAIT JUNKO IS ALIVE?!?!?!?!?!

JUNKO CALLED OLD GUY OLD AND CRUSTY LMAOOO

Why do I like Junko so much

"Get over it, slut. We're dead😋"

WAIT THAT'S IT!??!?! IT'S OVER?!?!? WHAT HAPPENED?

Am I supposed to watch Despair Arc Now?

Okay I think it's over.

Next, it's time for the only reason I decided to watch the anime: to watch the despair arc for more NAGITO.

[dangan-happy]

(HARK! That sounds like an ask that has just come in!) (TW: s//cide mention, self-hatred)

To Taka and Mondo,

Yes, Paul's back at it again with his millions of problems. I just constantly feel like my brother's suicide was my fault, and I should've died instead of him because my fat selfish ass was too busy worrying about my own life to care about his, and I hate myself even more now because I could've done something, then maybe he'd still be here and things would be better. I feel like I'm just an annoying, irrelevant, useless waste of space and I should just go and get hit by a damn car so no one has to suffer with me ever again. And trust me, I'm trying to stop thinking like that, I really am, it's just really hard to do that when my friend and even my own dad won't talk to me. I understand if I'm just overreacting at this point, I just want this bloody nightmare to end... if I'm not being too much of a bother, can I get a hug?

Listen here Paul, it’s okay to feel upset about everything that’s been so unfortunately been going on in your life as of late, especially about your brother. Feeling all that grief, and all that regret is absolutely normal. You’ve been put through an awful lot recently, and you really don’t seem to be overreacting at all. Although, I don’t think any of this was your fault. With all honesty, I doubt that you could’ve seen what was going on with your brother. Those things are a lot of the times, extremely hidden, as much as I hate to admit this myself. You weren’t being anywhere close to selfish with worrying about yourself then, and even now alright? It’s all too natural to feel otherwise, but it’s one of the more true things to say here.

I know, it hurts, it really really must hurt to go through all of this, to be forced to reflect and look back. The past is the past and all you can do is look back and see what you could have done more but... it’s over. Regret is such an awful feeling to have, but it’s one that you have to face and... that’s such a horrible thing... Bro should know more than anyone about all of this. He’s been through nearly the same thing as you, almost exactly the same exact stress, and I know he understands, he should understand more than anyone! To go through all of this pain, all of this sadness, all this stress, and still attempt to keep your head up high, no matter how difficult it may be or no matter how much your thoughts try and keep you down is enough. It’s simply enough that you try Paul. You make an effort to push through and get out of your toxic mindset, to try and get support. That’s more than I could ever ask, and I know your bro must be really proud of you for trying right now.

Alright, if a hug is what you ask for to help yourself, then go ahead. You’re not being anywhere near a bother, for asking this alright? It’s our duties as the members of the Danganronpa cast here to help out, and we shall do just that as requested!

~

The loss of your brother…I know exactly what you’re feeling, that shit really takes a big swing at your gut, take it from someone that lost his big bro. Dammit…I feel as if anything I say can be viewed as hypocritical because I know what you mean. Like you’re the one that should’ve received the consequence of losing life instead of them…

You recognize that you shouldn’t think like that, it’s something that not everyone can do. Of course it’s not easy to do. That’s…not something you can just get over in a day or so. That shit takes time. You aren’t overreacting dude, you’re going through a lot of crap right now. Of course your mind is going to be in a negative state, shit, I wish I could pull you right out of it so you wouldn’t have to suffer with these thoughts.

The horrible part about suicide is that once someone has made their mind up to go through with it, they aren’t willing to stop for anything. And a lot of people are good at hiding it, shit…it’s really hard to detect depending on the person too. Worrying about yourself isn’t wrong, you aren’t selfish for that, there’s no way you could’ve predicted what your brother would do. Even so, it’s painful, I get that.

Hall monitor bro’s got a point, I do know more than anyone about this kind of problem, so you’re not alone Paul. Taka and I are here for you, so are the rest of our friends. You’ll never be alone, even if you feel like you are, you can always come to us if you need a hug or anything!

Right now, I’ll support the hell out of you with pushing out of this bad mindset you have currently. So do me a favor Paul, come to us when you need anything motivational. We’ll always be happy to help. Now for that hug, I don’t mind at all so bring it in dude!

[marvinswriting]

rouge

hurt/comfort(/hurt?) fic four :0 GENERALIZED TW: death (fear of it, mentioned, and/or, actual death); cursing; blood (mention, description, thought) mg borrower (roommates) au

Rouge borrowers are a thing. When I described them to Damian, he pointed out that they're the equivalent of a homeless person.

I told him all borrowers are technically homeless.

You won't catch me paying taxes.

Rouge borrowers are more like travelers. Never stay in one place too long, never settle down. They're left to their own devices at a younger age too. They have a different culture and borrowing technique than a stationary borrower. They're more reckless, more violent.

They travel alone most of the time. Each man for himself.

My father would tell stories of rouge borrowers that kill off humans if they get caught. 

They travel to houses but don't stay for long. 

There's a good chance a borrower has shared their house with a rouge without even knowing. 

Houses are big.

But- I never thought I'd face one.

"What are you doing here." He called out. He was holding a meticulously sharpened rock as a knife.

I was on the kitchen counter just trying to grab food. Kevin was across the kitchen getting water, frozen in place as he watched the rouge approach me. Gretchen had slipped away before he saw her. I fucking hope she had enough common sense to get Damian. 

I put my hands up in defense. 

"I live here."

He raises his weapon. "You two are stationary borrowers?"

"Yes." I say.

"Take me to your hideout. I want your supplies."

"What?! No!" I step back, but the rouge just steps closer again.

"Hey, dude-" Kevin steps over. "What's your name. Maybe we can work this out- without the kife?"

"Shane." The borrower says, but he doesn't lower his weapon.

"Hey, Shane. I'm Janis, this is my roommate Kevin. I agree I think we can talk civilly without-" I gasp, taking a step backward as Shane gabs his knife at me.

Kevin's arm wraps around my shoulders pulling me close to him.

"Hey! No stabbing the girl!" He says, pushing me a little behind him.

Normally I would object to needing to be protected, but Shane looks strong as fuck for a rouge borrower and has shown he has no hesitation to fucking stab us.

"There's another one of you." Shane deadpans. "Where did she go."

"I don't know," Kevin says calmly.

"Where did she go?!" Kevin steps back so he's next to me. Shane is swinging around his sharp rock-knife-weapon-murder-dagger, like a mad man. 

"We don't know!" I say. "Honest truth!"

She could be hiding in her room like a baby, or getting Damian. Or maybe she fell off the counter and fucking died. Beats me I guess.

Shane steps forward again. He gets to closer for comfort. "Are you sure."

"Yes!" My hands are still up by my ears. My tool bag as fallen by my feet, our week's supply of granola tucked beneath it all. I hope he doesn't fucking take it-

"I don't believe you. Take me to your house."

"You're in it buddy." I say. Kevin kicks the back of my leg. Yeah, I should cut down on the sarcastic quips since this dude could kill me at any moment. 

"Where you store your supplies. In the walls dumbass. I take it you're not wandering around after befriending the humans."

"Ah, that's where you're wrong." I grin.

Shane seems momentarily frightened by the idea that we have a giant ally but decides I must be bluffing.

He shoves me. "Your supplies. Now!" 

Woah woah woah this is getting violent fast what the fuck?

I stumble backward, trying to grasp something to stop myself from falling. I yank Kevin's shoulder but just end up bringing him down with me.

"What the fuck, Janis?" He whines as we both land on our butts.

"Sorry!" I groan, standing up. "What's your damage dude?" I ask Shane.

"My damage is I need fucking food."

"Then get your own! Not in this house!" 

"Not when you have easy access to food in your storage."

"Our storage is empty!" I throw my hands up in exasperation. "Why do you think we're borrowing!"

Both Shane and I are very close to each other. I may not have a knife but momma didn't raise no bitch. I can throw a punch when needed. 

"Then shows me where you normally get food."

"Fucking starve." I spit.

"Janis-" Kevin tried to pull me backward but I'm livid.

Does this boy think he can come into our area and take out resources? Hell no.

Anger flashes in Shane's eyes as his arm thrusts forward.

I don't even feel the pain at first. It's only when he withdraws his arm- his stone-sword-weapon-bitch-thing covered in blood when my mind makes the connection.

Holy fucking shit.

That's my blood.

Kevin gasps as Shane steps back. 

The pain hits like a wave of nausea as I double over, my hands shooting to my side. 

Oh, fuck?

Fuck.

"Where's your food?" Shane's voice is calm like he thinks the answer will change now that he's made his point.

I grit my teeth, standing up. My shirt is turning red but I close my jacket to hide it.

Out of sight, out of mind. I've got ass to kick.

"We. Don't. Have. Shit. For. You."

The kitchen light flicks on and I smile, watching the color drain from Shane's face.

"Human." He whispers.

"Mhmm."

Damian stood in the doorway, Gretchen on his shoulder. On the outside, he looked pissed, but I could see by the way his shoulders tensed that he was worried as fuck. 

I step forward, trying to ignore the pain in my side and the way the world spins.

"What's going on here?" Damian asks. The bubbliness in his voice is gone. Its enough to make me a little nervous. Shane's eyes widened. "Nothing I just-"

"He attacked us." I say. I feel like a child tattle tailing on their sibling.

"I'd leave if I were you." Damian says, walking over to the counter. He places Gretchen down without removing his eyes from the rouge borrower.

Shane doesn't need to be told twice.

Fucking pussy.

He turns to run and I don't care where he goes because the world is spinning slightly.

Extremely slightly.

Its actually not slightly at all.

But who cares. It's only a bit of blood loss. The rouge borrower is gone. 

I turn back to Kevin, big grin on my face. He eyes where my hand is pressed to my jacket but doesn't say anything.

"You guys okay?" Damian asks.

"Yup!" I grin. Kevin just looks away.

"Kevin?" Damian tilts his head. "You didn't get hurt, did you?"

"No," Kevin says dryly. "I'm okay. It's J-"

"Our food is safe!" I cut of Kevin with a grin, scooping up my tool bag, granola still stashed away. 

Damian and Gretchen smile warmly both of them visibly relaxing. I almost feel guilty. But hey, I'll be fine. It's not that deep.

"I was freaking out when Gretchen came into my room," Damian explains. "Normally only Janis stops by. I'm glad you guys are safe."

"Yeah! You're okay!" Gretchen cheers running over to Kevin and me. She pulls me into a tight hug and I grit my teeth. Ow. Fucking-

"Gretch. Stop."

Gretchen pulls back, eyes wide. "Janis-"

Her hand has blood on it.

My blood. 

There's a lot of it.

Damian gasps.

Kevin is mumbling something.

Gretchen's got tears in her eyes?

Bitch I'm the one who got stabbed. Why are you crying?

The world is spinning a lot now.

"Oh- heh." I laugh but there's no humor. "That's a lot of blood."

"Janis!" Gretchen gasps. "What happened?!"

"I got fucking stabbed its not hard to tell." 

Hmm, I'm starting to think sarcasm might be my way to cover up fear.

Fun.

Kevin is oddly quiet. He always has some sort of remark for my attitude.

Damian is frozen too.

Probably because I'm dying.

I'm dying.

Shit.

"Well." I laugh softly, my hand pressed to my side. "This was fun."

"Don't talk like that." Kevin mumbles. The stern tone is gone though. "You're gonna be okay. Just- sit down. I'm going to go grab medical shit."

"Don't lie to her, Kev. She dying. Shes-" Gretchen is full crying at this point.

"No, she's not!" Kevin snaps. "No- no shes not. I- I'll be right back."

I am dying, though.

I don't say it out loud. I don't want it to be true either.

I sit on the ground. My legs feel weak. My eyes feel tired. My side is burning yet ice cold at the same time. 

Blood is sticky. 

That’s a fact I would live without knowing.

"Jan, no." There's high panic in Damian's voice. "You need to stay awake."

Kinda forgot Damian was there. I don't want him to see me die. That's too sad.

Gretchen kneels in front of me. Her hand pushed down on my side above my hands. I cry out in pain but I know shes trying to stop the blood. "C'mon Janis. Kevin will be back. You need to stay awake."

Despite everything Gretchen is telling me I let myself fall backward, staring up at the ceiling. 

I was losing blood fucking fast I guess. I went from 10/10 hiding it to laying on the ground staring at the ceiling in seconds. 

Of all the ways a borrower can die, I get stabbed. I had family members drown in sinks, eaten by pets, starved from unpredictable human schedules- and  I’m killed off my another borrower.

Fucking great. 

"Janis." There's panic in Damian's voice. "Please. Sit up. Stay awake."

It's too hard. 

I’m tired. 

I can’t.

"Janis!" Gretchen is full sobbing. 

I'm sorry, Gretch. Sorry for being a bitch ass roomate. My bad.

Everything sounds muffled. I think I can hear Kevin returning. There are more hands.

Everything hurts.

I don't have enough energy to push them off.

"Jan, Love. You need to stay awake."

Damian.

Thanks for telling me all about your world. They were fun stories to hear. 

Love you.

"C'mon Janis. You're stronger than this. You really gonna let one rouge borrower take you down?"

It appears I am, Kevin.

Sorry guys.

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