#drunk driving ment /

[diamondnokouzai]

if youre ever trying to talk yourself out of drunk driving, think of me

[jelliegirl]

i just woke up from a dream where ollie escaped from his leash, stole my car, swerved down my street then crashed into the side of a building. i opened the door and he was fine wagging his tail. it was the middle of the night and i’d had a glass of wine so i knew the cops would assume it was me and give me a dui so i woke up in despair

he knows what he did

[scribblers-shadowlands-arc]

Naga tboy who despite effects of T feels cold cause being cold blooded in winter sucks.

Your movie night immediately turns into cuddle session with him wrapping his tail in coils around your legs. Pants are off of course, skin on skin contact warms you up better. The rest of him melt into puddle around you. He insufferably adorable being wrapped around you like this.

T made him hella needy though. It not long before you feel him starting to grind against your ass, with a tip of his tail itching closer and closer to band of your panties risking to brush over your girlcock. He whiness into your ear, hands wondering over your body but not too far yet.

You giggle, grab his hands and guide them under your crop top then give 'em a squeeze. All hell let loose after that.

He knows you love to do it while high, so he bites you and the sweet warmth of his venom spreads through your body. Panties are gone and he stroking you with his tail. His tongue halfway down your throat already and tits definitely gonna be all in bruises next day. Then venom hits for real.

It already was hard to breath. Now your lungs was on fire with lust. You try to twist to fully face him, but coils are holding you in places way to strong

After attempt he wraps himself tighter around you and push you into matress, face down, ass up. His stroking drive you crazy and you start rut into tip of his tail wrapped around you. You fill his chest against your back, his teeth nibbling your neck make it tingling. With each passing moment strength leaving you, body grows hotter, now you one who whines and pleads.

He didn't tease you for much longer. Hearing enough of begging he work his coils to turn you around. Drunk on his venom is hard to focus but glint of his scales, his unblinking eyes, bratty grin make everything worse. Out of his cloaca two swollen tdick picked out, twitching a bit. Seeing them you moaned and bucked your hips.

He push you down even more, completely removing your ability to move. At this point you may as well be his toy. Then he eagerly press himself against you and started to grind.

You moan and whimp and try to struggle to get out of his grasp and on top of him, but venom made you weak and it's not like you can fight against naga three times your weight and size.

You at his mercy and now his mercy ment throting to edge you for how long HE wants. Thankfully it wasn't that long, he got you close couple of times and denied you, but eventually he let you cum. It made things worse though.

Now, when you were so much more sensitive he let you slide in. He bottomed out and relaxed his coils, and just sat on top of you, loming forward, pinning your hands above your head, carresing your cheek with tip of his tail.

Your girlcock twitching inside him, you couldn't take it any longer and started to move, thrusting up, slow, sluggish, so adorably pathetic. He met your attempts with his grinding, groaning in return, baring his fangs, hissing when he hit just right spot.

It took some work for you to get close a second time. He didn't edged you though, and just let you cum.

Then with you still inside he wrapped himself around you again and laid on top like a blanket, showering you in kisses. Soon he rolled you both to the side so you could fall asleep.

Morning meet you with the worst hangover ever and him apologizing for messing up amount of bites

[lndsismaeverything]

"Come on let's go home " | Gojo satoru

Drunk Gojo x reader

Eating out with your fellow coworkers in a restaurant. Which ment eating and drinking knowing gojo can't hold his Alcohol. In which you had to dragg his ass to your apartment. But also got something inter turn

Fluffy fluff. Short. Not proof read

"Sorry I'm late " you said sliding the door open to see your fellow coworkers and friends

"Y/n! " Gojo and utahime called out to you, their faces brighted seeing you.

" I had a meeting with the higher ups . It took longer then expected " you said sitting next to shoko who had a few drinks already, judging by the dust of pink on her cheeks.

" we've already order your favorite it should be here any time " shoko handed you a drink which you thanked her

" by the way where's mei mei? " You asked drinking the beer

" she said she had better things to do,which was making more money " nanami answered your question

"Thats typical mei mei " you sigh. The doors opened and the waiter brings your favorite dish.

" woah that looks good " gojo said looking at at the dish wishing he also order one for himself , you grab the chopsticks bring the food to your mouth.

" it really is! " you eat some more, puffing out some steam as it was to hot .

" gojo don't steal y/n's food! "Utahime yells at gojo who is slowly picking up some of your food to his mouth.

" you could have order some if you wanted it " shoko said looking at the blindfold man

Gojo just pouted " I didn't know it would look so tasty, if I knew I would have order it in a heartbeat "

" I don't mind sharing " you push your plate of food towards him so you two can share

" your the best! " utahime just groaned at the white head man

" you know what would make this a fun night? more Sake ! " gojo clapped his hands above his head

" you can't even drink " nanami said flatly

" your the worst drinker out of all of us " shoko continue making utahime snicker

" don't worry ! Ichiji would drive us home right? " Gojo looked at the man with glasses .

" y-yea ...sure " he sigh

" don't bring ichiji into this gojo. " utahime called out, you just chuckled

" it's not like your paying. I'm the one paying here " since it was gojo idea to have dinner after the baseball game and the only way they would agree going out to eat , was gojo paying for the meal they are having.

" yea I need 6 beers , 2 bottles of wine and 4 bottles of sake. The most expensive one " Shoko ordered

" don't go over board because I'm paying! " gojo wined at shoko . He had it coming

" wait and some soda " you told the waiter which he just nodded

" damn you guys never drink that much last time " gojo said looking at his coworkers. Who just robbed him about a few hundred thousand yens.

" like you said.it's because you're paying " nanami said drinking

Two hours just passed as gojo is drunk. Like really really dunk. Nanami and shoko is still sober after drinking a lot , ichiji still fully sober as he is responsible of driving them home as for utahime she passed out after drinking too much beer and headache from gojo

" y/n~ * hicks * youre so pretty " gojo giggles like a girls while pocking your left cheek

" damn this is a new record." shoko said looking at gojo who's clinging at you

" he just hand a one beer " ichiji deadpaned looking at you while you try to get gojo away from you which just made him cling to you more.

" I think it's time I get home " you said , nanami looked at his watch reading the time " its 11.59 pm. I'm also going to head out soon "

" ichiji can you drive utahime back?" You asked which he just nodded. You looked at nanami and shoko " im guessing you guys can take care of yourself? "

" what about gojo? " ichiji looked at the drunken man kneeling next to you while casually resting his head on your lap mumbling some nonsense

" don't worry, I'll take him home " you smiled at him , playing with his soft fluffy hair.

" NoOoO....I d-don't wan-a Go HoMe ~ " gojo wines

" just bring the bill tomorrow " you said to the group. Gojo was to drunk to pay with his black card probably also forgot his pin.

" come on let's go, I'll take you home, satoru " you gently push him off you, in which he just started acting like a baby. Laying on the floor kicking his leg " I don't wanna go home just yet! "

" easy...there " you open the door to your apartment. One arm around your shoulder as you dragged him in.

You don't know how you manage to get him out of that restaurant and into your apartment. You planned on dropping him off at his apartment but he the kept on complaining how he doesn't wanna be alone. So you didn't really have a choice but let him stay at your place for the night

" you're alw-ays so sw-eeet ~" you get him on his feet which he can surprisingly stand.

" your cute, beautiful , hot and sexy~" he keeps on complimenting you. You push him to your living room

" why can't you take the hint " with a final push from you he plupps on the sofa face down

" what hint?" You tilted your head , looking at gojo

" see ...that what I mean you never noticed me.... Your so mean mean y/n. " you just laughed at his drunken state.

" I always like you y/n... I always have been ... For a long time now... But you just ignore my attempt of 'courting you' as me ' being nice to you' "

In all honesty you knew gojo like you and you also like him back. But he hadn't confessed yet so thats why you stayed silent. Would it be much easier if you confessed first? Yes , hell you guys would be a couple along time ago. But you just waited for him to confess first just because you wanted to

" I know you like me and I like you too " you admit which causes him to freeze and sober up a little but not fully.

" what did you say? " he ask looking at you through his blindfold

"Hm? I didn't say anything. You must be hearing things " you tease and walk to grab some water

" I clearly heard you say something " waving his arm up and down as he points at you , his other hand slowly removing his blindfold

" oh? What did say?"

" you said that you ....l-like m-me ...ba-ck..." He whispered the last part , lowering his hand as his face was turning red

" did I really say that?" You put your finger on your chin as if your thinking, You couldnt help but tease him some more .

He just stood there silently face still red while hugging your pillow from the sofa, deep in thoughts as if he really just made you up saying you like him back , you couldn't help but think how cute he look and made your way towards him.

Your hand on top of his broad shoulders making him to look up at you, ocean blue eye met yours. God you look so beautiful he thinks .

His eyes widened as you peck him on the lips.

" does this confirm your thoughts satoru? " you smile at him

" Y-yess... c-can I have another kiss tho? " He hugs the pillow tighter and blushes harder

[swords-of-a-soilder]

Also finally finished the Book Of Bill thought you guys were joking when you said it was Canon, thought you'll ment it was hinted at but no

They were actually fuckin dating, they were actually dating and Bill's response to the breakup was to get drunk and cry like a baby when they told him he couldn't order a "sixer " at a drive through I'm lossing my mind.

The fanartist weren't kidding, he is in fact an pathetic clingy ex who never got over Ford, while Ford is so over him it's Funny.

I shouldn't have doubted you for a second Tumblr, I really thought y'all were kidding but no he truly did fuck that triangle.

[nshtn]

Writing Masterlist

Fandoms I will write for : Resident Evil, Riddler: Year One / Batman 2022, Jurassic World, Human Domestication Guide, Fallout, Repo! The Genetic Opera, V for Vendetta

All the characters below are always available for reqs. What you get back is random... 3 sentences, 10,000 words... who knows!

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| s = suggestive, n = nsfw | red = new |

Albert Wesker(s)

Canon Wesker

Consolidated PG67A/W & Progenitor Information {medical}

RE4 & RE4R Character Breakdown {has audio}

Character Qualities of Wesker that are Often Overlooked {trauma}

Wesker's Complex Villainy {trauma}

Wesker [various/unspecified]

HCs w/ DegenerateWorm [Doctor Wesker] {medical, OOC/crack}

Unprofessional Killer Fic [Nicesker] {ment. gore}

XXII - Shared Drink - STARS Ficlet [Chrisker] {crack, fluff, scents}

XII - Tucked Hair - STARS Ficlet [Chrisker] {fluff, longing}

Wesker [xreader]

Young & Drunk Wesker & Party Reader Ficlet (w/ DestinationTrekk) {intox}

Yan Wesker + Oblivious Virologist Ficlet [GN Reader] {OOC/crack, imp. bad end}

AO3 - White Heather and Holly Ficlet [GN Reader] {trauma, dissociation, light petting}

Mind the Gap Fic [TMasc Reader] {medplay, s}

Sparring Partners Drabble [1] [GN Reader] {medplay, s}

AO3 - Euphoria Erupts in Error [2] [GN Reader] {medplay, n}

AO3 - Division by Zero [3] [GN Reader] {medplay, n}

What pets does Wesker like? HCs [GN Reader]

Interest Drabble [GN Reader] (playstation-dreamcast's continuation)

This is a Tiger in an Awfully Small Enclosure Ficlet [GN Reader]

To Soothe, To Scrutinize Ficlet [GN Reader] {bath :3, body worship, massage, s}

Cytochrome C Fic [GN Reader/F Gen.] {medfet, intox, blood, biting, edging, sadomasochism, overstim, obsession, n} (1 - C Complex)

Cardiolipin Fic [GN Reader] {dubcon, handjob, hand kink, leather, medical, role switch, voyeurism, obsession, n} (2 - C Complex)

The Empirical Evidence Microfic [GN Reader] {medical, ment. of syringes, sedation, surgery} <V Day Special!>

Acted Upon Microfic [GN Reader] {flashbacks, scars, ptsd, ment. child abuse, corporal punishment}

Unfurl Microfic [GN Reader] {smoking, s}

Nel Nome Della Scienza Microfic [GN Reader] {body worship, bondage/suspension, blindfold, s}

Mimesis Ficlet [GN Reader] {fluff, h/c, wesker is bad at feelings}

Agglutinate Fic [GN Reader] {blood, biting, dubcon, pred/prey, sadomasochism, n}

Praevaricatio [GN Reader] {voyeurism, cameras/microphones, yearning}

Sex Drive HCs [GN Reader] {... a lot, n}

WH&H - Lectio in Imperio [GN Reader] {petting, sitting in lap, yearning, s}

In Vivo [GN Reader] {extremely dubious dubcon, shock collar, obsession/softyan, n}

Wesker [Uroverse, UV]

Gen. Info | Wesker's Narcissism | Age | PG67 & Uroboros

AO3 - Civilian Fic [Chrisker] {OOC/crack, h&c&H!!, kidnapping, medical, obsession, P30}

Sweetly Soured Ficlet [Wesker & Birkin] {Arklay era, food}

A Little Squeeze Ficlet(s) [GN Reader] {fluff, 🫵 Get Scruffed, hugs, medical}

The Lemming Effect Ficlet [Willsker] {Arklay, hurt/comfort, PTSD, paranoia}

Wesker Doesn't Sleep that Night Drabble [Wesker & Birkin] {post-G, unreality}

AO3 - The Formula for Curiosity Microfic [Wesker & Sherry] {chemistry, contains image, science experiments, Uncle Wesker}

Flashbacks Microfic [Wesker] {medical malpractice, PTSD, ment. of abuse, corporal punishment}

Wesker [Medsker]

Pinterest Board {blood, cannibalism, medical}

Infolet {childhood trauma, medical, my sub for a gen. info}

Red String [GN Reader] {childhood trauma, medical}

Hippocratic Doctrine; Umbrella Oath [GN Reader] {OOC/crack, obsession, medical, blood, biting, edging, facefucking, sadomasochism, overstim, praise, restraints, n}

Well-Read [GN Reader] {fluff, domestic, medical}

A Little Squeeze [GN Reader] {fluff, medical}

William Birkin

Inability to Feel Drabble

Karl Heisenberg

AO3 - Edelweiss [TMasc Reader] {obsession, body worship, scratching, trauma}

Riddler(s)

Creep Ed

Fetishes & Fantasies {too many to list, n}

Petnames {demeaning, kidnapping, s}

Recreational Drugs {intox, medical}

Period Caretaking HCs [GN Reader] {caretaking, kidnapping, medical}

3 Shameful Things [GN Reader] {disordered eating, intox, dubcon, n}

Physical Affection Ficlet [GN Reader] {caretaking, bondage, kidnapping, s}

Scared to Tears Ficlet [GN Reader] {conditioning, kidnapping}

Preventative Measure Ficlet [GN Reader] {blood, medical}

Escape, Reciprocation, Affection HCs [GN Reader] {kidnapping, voyeurism, n}

Incendiary Riddler

Gen. Info | OSINT

Recreational Drugs {intox, medical}

Hyperempathy by DelEnygma

Rooftop Riddler

Recreational Drugs {intox, medical}

Robots

NSFN-1159

The Heart of the Shipmind Drabble [GN Reader] {medplay, voyeurism, n}

Living Suit

Falls in Love with You Drabble [GN Reader] {obsession, n}

Other

Wireplay Drabble [GN Reader] (crossposted) {techum, n}

[if-you-fan-a-fire]

"REMAND 17 ON BAIL ON TRESPASS CHARGES," Toronto Star. March 27, 1934. Page 37. --- Were Charged With Invading Spadina Ave. Cloak-Making Plant ---- Driving while intoxicated and, as a result, crashing into the rear of another car, cost W. Bethune ten days in jail. He had pleaded guilty to driving while drunk.

"At about 12.10 p.m. on March 17 I went to an accident at the corner of Jarvis and Earl Sts.," testified P.C. Craig. "I found accused had crashed into the rear of an auto parked on Jarvis St. When I got there his car was stalled and he was trying to start it up again. He was hopelessly drunk."

On a charge of criminal negligence William McGratten was remanded until April 27 on $2.000 bail.

Seventeen Face Trespass Charges Held as a result of an invasion of a Spadina Ave. cloak-making shop about a week ago, 17 men appeared in court this morning charged with trespass. Two others were further charged with intimidation.

Bennie Rotman and Louie Hoffberg, charged with intimidation. were remanded until April 10 on $1.000 each. Harry Greenberg, Sam Tennebaum. Louie Hoffberg. Louie Adler, Harry Mitchell, Mike Krofchick, Bennie Rotman, Charles Langer. Aaron Iserman, Issy Citron, Norman Neslin, Robert Rosenberg. Dave Cooper. Joe Clenchensesy. John Kosir, Mike Wavak and Julian Rigner, on trespass charges, were remanded to the same date on $50 bail.

Youths Admit Wholesale Thefts Pleading guilty to breaking into numerous homes and stealing cameras, jewels, coins and other goods valued in the thousands of dollars, Robert Hughes and Jack Beck, two youths, were remanded in custody until April 4 for sentence.

"We are looking for most of the stolen goods," said Detective Barber.

Accused were charged with: On March 21, broke into the home of Ben Getter. Moulton Dr., and took three gold rings, a gold brooch, earrings, a gold watch, a camera and a number of old coins; on March 16, broke into the home of George Lord. Cottingham St., and took an electric clock, camera, opera glasses, hand- bag, bracelet and a necklace; on March 16, breaking into the apart- ment of Paul Levi. Davenport Rd.. and stealing a club-bag and cigarette lighter: on March 24, breaking and entering the home of Sam Cross, Avenue Rd., and stealing a gold watch, lady's brooch. necklace and a bracelet, and on March 24, breaking into the home of B. C. Stone. Avenue Rd.. and stealing a collection of old coins, cigarette holder, a lady's diamond ring, a ladies' wrist watch. bar-pin. a string of pearls, a bronze medal and $90 in money. Hughes was also charged with stealing a large car on Feb. 12.

"We arrested the accused in a Yonge St. poolroom yesterday," declared Detective Barber. "Previously to this, we had gone to the home of one of the accused and found some of the stolen articles. Hughes," he said. "had also stolen a large automobile on Feb. 12. and had driven it out into the country. He said he took it just for a ride"

"For the most part, they got into these houses while the owners were away," he said. and added that the boys were very truthful about the whole affair.

One of Store's "Worst Customers" Bernard Blundell forged one cheque for $4 on the Bank of Montreal on March 9. He didn't get the $4 but he got 30 days in jail for trying to. "He was drunk," said an officer. Accused had a long record, dating from 1913.

"Too bad." sighed Magistrate Browne, passing sentence.

Because he took a fancy to five ties in a department store and then took them, Joe Ivan was sentenced to ten days.

"I understand you are one of their worst customers," observed Crown-Attorney C. L. Snyder.

Denied Stealing Clothing Alleged to have broken into Maurice Leget's clothing store and stolen 11 pair of trousers and three suits, Dan Mulvihill pleaded not guilty and elected trial by jury. He was committed to trial.

Leon Hirch, Queen St. W., second-hand clothing dealer, identified accused as the man who had sought to dispose of goods allegedly stolen.

"Have you any writing to identify me?" demanded accused. "No."

"Isn't it customary to take a signature when people sell you clothing?"

"Yes."

"Committed for trial," ruled the bench.

Goes to "Pen" For Two Years "You are the most persistent thief in the city; you are too dangerous a character to be allowed at large," declared Magistrate Browne as he sentenced Fred Brown, colored, to two years in Kingston penitentiary [pictured, right].

Brown was charged with stealing three auto robes and a box of tools valued at $300 from Peter Rankin's car.

A Finnish roomer of Brown's took the stand, and an interpreter was brought up.

"I object," protested accused. "That man speaks English; he doesn't need an interpreter at all."

His objection was over-ruled. "1 saw accused bring the tools into our boarding room," he said. "I saw this man at No. 2 station," said Det.-Sergt. Johns. "His statement read: 'I met a man on Queen St. W. He asked me if I would carry the tool box and blankets for 50 cents. I didn't know the man because I was drunk'."

Brown told the court that he had "just been coming out" of a drunk which had lasted a week.

"I don't believe your story." declared his worship. "There will be a conviction."

"I expected that," retorted accused. A long record was read, which included a visit to court last week.

Snatched Benefactor's Purse "It was a dirty trick; you are getting worse and worse, the bench admonished John Hall, 46, charged with theft. "You are heading for the penitentiary and that is where you are going to end up. It will be 30 days this time."

"I was lending accused 50c when he snatched my pocket book and a $5 bill," Martin Masker, an elderly man, told the court. "I knew him slightly and he asked me on the street for 50c. I never saw him afterwards."

"I was drunk," pleaded accused. "I looked for him afterwards."

The court was told that accused had already been sentenced in county police court to 10 days on a drunk charge.

Smashed Glass, Made Threat With the sudden heavy snowfall last night came a decrease in the early police court list this morning. There were three drunks and one "vag."

Jack Powell came all the from Alberta via Montreal to way Toronto with 10 cents in his pocket. He was caught begging around a big hotel by an officer last night.

"I will be on my way right away," promised accused. "I wish you would give me time to -"

"I will give you time," returned Magistrate Tinker. "It will be $10 and costs or thirty days."

Up again for being intoxicated, Walt Devern was given an option of $10 or ten days.

"I plead guilty to drinking, but not to being drunk," declared Leslie Williams. The court remanded him until to-morrow with bail set at $25.

Hardly had the ink on the bail-bond dried when he came back and asked to change his plea.

"I plead guilty," he grinned sheepishly.

"Who put up your bail?" demanded the bench. "A friend."

"Oh, just a friend! Remanded for sentence."

Another alleged drunk was remanded until to-morrow to "sober up."

"This morning the glass in front door was crashed in and my I heard a man say, 'I'll get you'," testified Doris Campbell, charging Frank Lokoz with malicious damage to property.

"I saw this man, who appeared to be drunk, stagger across the road and sprawl on the steps of another house. I yelled for a couple of men to get him."

She said the damage was about $5 and accused, on giving his undertaking to pay it, was remanded for sentence. On a drunk charge he was remanded on $50 bail until March 28.

Albert Clarke, barrister, acquitted last week by an assize court jury of a manslaughter charge, to-day appeared before Magistrate Jones in traffic court and was freed of a charge of having, arising out of the same accident. The charge was marked withdrawn.

[Brown, alias Ernie Davis, was 28, married, from Albany, N.Y., but long resident in Canada, worked as a porter, and had a long criminal record including two terms in Burwash Industrial Farm and two terms in the Toronto Jail Farm. He had never been in penitentiary before. He was convict #3403 at the prison, and worked in an outside trucking crew. He had a few reports, but nothing serious, and was released early on good behaviour in September 1935. He would return to the penitentiary in December 1936, having also accrued another term in Burwash in between.]

[thistooshallpassintimesworld]

So I don’t know where to start but I was in a car accident, my hole right side is paralyzed I am blinded in my right eye! All bc my ex wanted to drive drunk , but that ment nothing to me, as we did it all the time he would always drive drunk with me, I’m surprised it didn’t happen sooner but anyways stupid lawsuit bs lawyer I just wish this never happened, I actually miss my old life I miss working and being able to go out and hang with friends at anytime! I miss my old life. The party how happy I was. Now I’m so depressed i have no friends my life got ripped apart bc of some one i love to this day. I just wish I could move on

[jankwritten]

Things that should’ve clued me in that I have Mental Fuckery sooner: if I watch a horror video I become convinced that that thing is real. No matter how unlikely or unrealistic it is - if it takes place in an earth-like setting, I’m convinced it’s real in a base way. Like I know rationally it isn’t, but that little voice in my head goes “but just in case…..” and scares the piss out of me. (Tonight, I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep because I can’t stop thinking about the Mandela catalogue)

I also do this with my own thoughts! For example: my parents would often go out to bars when I was younger, leaving me and my older brother alone for the night. This is all good and fine, except. At some point, usually after my brother has gone to bed, I convince myself that 1) my parents are dead in a ditch from trying to drive home drunk 2) someone is attempting to break into the house Currently and I need them home Now or 3) some other awful thing has or will happen and I need to not be alone. This usually ended in me frantically calling my parents and asking when they’ll be coming home, if they’re okay, etc. etc.

AND SOMEHOW NOBODY IN MY FAMILY CAUGHT ON THAT I MIGHT HAVE SOME KIND OF PARANOIA PROBLEM?! JESUS!!!!

[curseofbreadbear]

@waltenfilesx wanted to die over an au with me!

[Felix's mind had been all over the place as he staggered back home that night; he didn't dare touch his car again, not after what happened. Not after what he'd done. He wasn't certain whether he could even look at a steering wheel ever again without being reminded of them, without seeing...]

[Their mangled bodies, sprawled against the ground. The car had flipped over after it hit the guardrail and careened down the cliffside; Edd and Molly had endured the brunt of the fall. Why? Why hadn't it been him? He escaped with just a bloody nose, a possible concussion, and a few splinters of glass wedged into his body. Edd and Molly hadn't been so fortunate. Why was it that a piece of shit like him got to live, and they...they died? All because of him, because he was too selfish to ignore a bar anywhere within several feet of his person.]

[Felix could hardly stand to think about it. They were his family, too, and he'd...and Jack. God, Jack...Jack would kill him. Jack would be heartbroken, and then he would murder Felix in the midst of his grief. And he would deserve it, too. He was a monster. He didn't deserve to live.]

[Eventually -- unfortunately -- Felix reached his doorstep. He didn't know how much time had passed. He didn't want to know. Without a doubt, there had been a lengthy stretch of time in-between the wreck and his arrival home, especially when you took his injuries into account. Speaking of which, he...should probably take care of those. Or not. He wasn't sure he cared enough. He just wanted to sleep. To forget.]

[Alas, the moment he entered his home, he heard the ringing of his phone -- another grim reminder. It was probably Jack. Jack, wondering where the hell he was. Where the hell his kids were. What he'd done to them. Felix's heart sank, but he didn't answer; he didn't have the strength, not now. The message he heard...]

[Felix gulped, hearing how distraught that his best friend sounded -- although they likely wouldn't remain friends if he said anything -- distraught, and intimidating. Felix liked to think that he knew Jack pretty well by now, and he wouldn't be using that tone if he wasn't panicking, furious, or -- he ought to face it -- both. Felix had really fucked this one up. He'd fucked everything up. Everything.]

[He slowly stumbled over to his phone, listening as his friend sank deeper into his frustration, asking what the hell was wrong with him, why he hadn't called. His hand trembled over the telephone's receiver, so badly that he wasn't certain they would be stable enough to pick up the damn thing. But...]

[God...]

[He struggled to find ways to convince himself that he needed to do this. He knew he had to, but...he was terrified. Terrified of the repercussions, as much as he knew he deserved them. Still -- the way Jack was talking. Felix had worried about breaking Jack's heart, of him realizing what had become of his children, but...the inflections in his voice now...he probably knew that they were never coming back. Giving Jack some sense of closure now...would be better than never telling him, right?]

[Still.....]

[There was a click from Jack’s end, an indication that his lengthy voicemail was finally over; and then the phone began to ring again. Felix shuddered uncontrollably, hand still hovering above the receiver -- tears brimmed at his eyes as he forced himself to do what he knew needed to be done. He wasn’t ready, but...he didn’t think he ever would be.]

[Felix took a shaky breath, one that might have been caught by the receiver, and then he finally spoke, not waiting for Jack to lecture him.]

❝ Jack, I -- ❞ [It struck him then that he had no idea what to say. So, he said the only words that kept springing to his clouded mind.] ❝ I...I fucked up. I’m so sorry. ❞

[vamprefaggot]

ah to be me :)

[bubmyg]

the ribbon thing always reminds me of how insensitive i found the videos/kids pretending to be dead thing at my school because we had one of those like,,, a while after someone in my school died that way and like,,, they literally had a fake car crash in the parking lot and i was like🗣️🗣️ ayo maybe skip out this year🗣️🗣️🗣️

i cannot believe all our schools allowed that hey @ high schoolers do u all still have to do this im

[shelbgrey]

Suspicious minds(Sodapop Curtis)

Chapter 5:

Table of contents

"so tell me about Darry" Charry said as we all walked home. Two-bit had stood in between me and Marsha and put his jacket around her.

"what's to tell." pony said. We all stoped and me and Johnny turned to pony and Charry. "he's big and he roofs houses"

"well I feel like I know soda as much as you and y/n talk about him" Charry started. "tell me about Darry is he wild and reckless like soda or is he dreamy like you"

"he ain't like soda and sure isn't like me" pony snapped. Here we go I thought. "he hates me.. I bet he wants to put me in a boys home but soda won't let him"

"what are you talking about Ponyboy?" Two-bit said kinda angry.

"come on pony you guys get along okay" I said. "no we don't! And you be quite because your not wanted at home either" he immediately slapped his hand over his mouth regretting the junk that fell out of his mouth.

"shut your mouth kid!" Two-bit said slapping pony in the back of his head.

"I'm sorry birdie"

"its fine. I know you didn't mean it" I said rubbing his shoulder. Before we could get to far a pair of head lights shined on us.

"marsh we need to go" cherry said grabbing her friends hand. "oh crap" she said huddling up to her friend.

Before I could ask what's going on a pair of socs filed out of their car. Johnny looked down and flinched hiding behind me. "it's the guy with the rings" he hid behind me hiding his face in his back and squeezed my hand tight.

"cherry what are you doing?" he was Clearly drunk and I'm guessing he was the red head's boyfriend. She gave him a scowl.

"I told I'm not going out with you when your drinking and I ment it" she snapped.

"well I doesn't me you should be hanging around with these bums" the other one said. He had dark Curly hair and was why more sober than the other.

"who you calling bums pal?" my brother snapped standing in front of me and Johnny.

"Randy stop" Marsha snapped as she was pulled away from me and Two-bit.

"you looked for a fight?" Bob slurred. I Johnny took my hand and hid behind me. "Keith he's drunk" I said to my brother.

My brother didn't listen and smashed a beer bottle and threw to Pony. "I am looking for a fight."

"knock it off!" Cherry snapped. She turned to her boyfriend. "we'll go with you, okay?"

"why? We aren't scared of these bums" Two-bit said. Cherry snapped her head back at Two-bit. "I hate fights" she whispered. She turned to pony and sadly smiled.

"I wouldn't have used this ya known" he said throwing the piece of glass to the side. It shattered immediately. "I could never hurt anyone really"

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"soda, can we talk?" I asked walking into his bed room. He sat up from his bed with a weak smile. Neither of us had talk since our last little fight. There was tension and hurt between us. "what's wrong birdie?" he asked. I sighed and refused to look him in the eyes.

He tilted his head to the side and slowly slid out of bed and stood in front of me. "hay, what happened?" he asked cupping my cheek and ribbing it with his thumb. "I umm"

"you know you can tell me anything" he said raising my head up so we lock eyes. His ocean eyes made me week and the brightness to them only made it harder to tell him.

"when I went to the drive in with the boys I saw...umm"i stopped myself as my eyes looked everywhere but him.

"you saw what?"

"Sandy kissing all over a soc" I said quickly with my eyes screwed shut ready for him to blow up.

"your lying" he said ripping his head away from me. "no I'm not"

"I know you don't exactly like her, but I never once thought you'd try to break us up."

"I'm telling you the truth" he only scoffed and turned from while he ran his fingers through his greasy hear nervesly.

"So-" "just shut up!" he snapped. I flinched and backed up against the wall. I thought he would hit me like my dad. I know he would never lay a hand on me. His blue eyes soften and he slowly walked towards me. I bit my lip and shook my head.

"just stop" I open the door with ran out ignoring him calling my name.

<Next chapter>

[roseyange]

smoking with mammon headcannons

◇ 16 and under / ageless profile dni!!

♡ TW / CW ! cursing, smoking, drugs, getting high, alcohol, mentions of Lucifer getting drunk, black mail ment. please read at your own discretion !!!

◇ if I missed a tag, please let me know!

♡ lil hc's!! nothin spicy.

◇ reader is referred to by only you/yours!

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- Mammon is a big fan of smoking. cigarettes, vapes, the Devildoms equivalent of weed? oh hell yeah!!

- loves getting high with you. literally could not think of any other perfect thing to do with his time. he adores you. your laughter is contagious, your smile is sweeter then honey, and the stuff you say while high is funny as fuck to him.

- he has a note in his notes app just of all the goofy stuff you have said while high. no matter how funny it is in the moment. he will open his phone and jot it down.

- he buys everything. don't worry about it or paying him back. he won't tell you where he gets it from, but you have never had a terrible experience with what he gets, so why start questioning it now?

- is an amazing blunt roller. being alive for eons has paid off in multiple ways, and rolling blunts is definitely one of the best. he uses fancy, expensive papers. two of his favorites are gold flaked papers and strawberry flavored ones.

- has a hidden cabinet in his closet full of bongs.

- this dude has enough bongs to make a very tall, very stinky, tower.

- he has alot of cut glass bongs. delicate detailing covering the span of the glass tube that you admire while watching him take hits.

- he is very responsible when he smokes. it's not very often that you need to call Asmo for something or even need to leave his room. he doesn't want anything to happen to either of you, and would prefer just to enjoy the high with just the two of you.

- preps snacks and has a hidden stash in his room from Beel. asks you a few hours before a session what sounds good that day, buying everything you say plus some other things he knows you normally enjoy.

- took too big of a hit and can't stop coughing? he's right next to you with a bottle of water. feel like you did too much and start crashing? he will offer to wrap an arm around you, wary if you want space or not, and talk to you calmly to give you a distraction. start having a panic attack induced by the drug? he's holding onto your hands and helping you breath. he's going to crack a few jokes here or there, but his top priority is you no matter how much he has had.

- loves crashing with you on his couch. some random show playing in the background, your head is on his chest with a blanket draped over the both of you. that is the best sleep he will ever have.

- the next morning he will wait and let you sleep for as long as you need. if you wake up needing water, he will happily get some for you.

- Akubers food the next morning. fully expects you to eat breakfast with him and remaince of the night before together. laughing over videos or pictures that might have been taken, or simply riding out the last bit of the high together in a comfortable silence.

- one night, after taking a few too many hits. you both ended up in his car, windows rolled down and doors opened. pretending to drive around while hooting and hollering loud enough to wake up the entire Devildom. of course Lucifer was not happy and came to investigate the noise. Mammon was able to ( somewhat ) play cool, but just from the smell Lucifer automatically knew the state of you two.

- the next day Lucifer cornered Mammon about it. not only concerned for your safety, but also condemning the action in general. Mammon was able to wiggle out of the situation though, bringing up Lucifers drinking habits and reminiscing some stories of when Lucifer had been black out drunk.

- Lucifer let him off with a warning. not wanting word to spread of the highly embarrassing stories. not knowing if he was more angry he had let himself slip that much to make such an embarrassment of himself, or the fact Mammon was black mailing him.

- he has a matching lighter with you ( pictured at the top ) he carries around everywhere. he only smokes in private, but he can't help the butterflies in his stomach when he thinks about you carrying around your lighter as well.

- Mammon is normally a very talkative high demon. he won't complain about holding your hand or cuddling. but sometimes, he just turns into such a sweet lover boy. only wants to be held in your arms, will pepper your face with kisses and giggle sweetly when you try to kiss him back. just a genuine lovely goofball.

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I have been thinking about this prompt for a few days now and couldn't get it out of my head :]] hope yall liked it B)

[here4theheartbreak]

I can’t imagine there being a gay bar here hosting monthly kpop nights. In fact, I can’t even imagine there being a gay bar...!  😅

The cup sleeve itself looks so nice, and so do those pretty decorations! I'm so glad these events are a thing. I think it really builds a sense of (wider) community. 💕

Bouncy definitely has a 'kpop' vibe. The first time I heard it, it felt simultaneously like the least/most ‘Ateez’ Ateez song to date. But I know that was their plan. They’ve been saying for a while that they want to try and capture the interest of KR at large — whilst also being themselves and respecting what they already have. Which, honestly, I think they’ve done. It’s a nice song to just ENJOY and have fun with. 🌶️🔥🐐🥊🤠 

That’s a lot of songs you made your way through over the weekend! I’m impressed. There were a few songs I wasn’t sure about at first...but now I’m actively adding them to my playlists, soooo yeah... 🌟✨

A miniseries would be great!! I’d love it if it was like the MV’s and the teasers — where there are just subtitles and sometimes voiceovers. That’d be pretty cool. I hope they do it. Or that they do something similar! KQ are clearly not afraid to splash a little cash on locations and cinematography. 

Ohhh, I read the new Diary storyline/pages on twitter somewhere. It’s definitely on there if you don’t want to wait!

The Atiny and Ateez relationship is sooo good. Surprisingly good, actually. We’re really lucky that nothing significant has happened to create distance. Especially given how some fans are so invasive and overly familiar sometimes. Still, I think Atiny are mostly chill, and there’s not much guilt involved in supporting them either. Not everyone can vote every single time, or stream all day long. From what I’ve seen, it’s always just been a case of if you can, please do. And, yeah, it doesn't always work out. There have been a few heartbreaking losses on music shows, for instance (the one where they all had glasses of orange juice on stage to celebrate, but then they didn’t win, springs to mind 😭). Still, it’s like San always says, we can support Ateez with our whole hearts, but we should always be the most important people in our own lives!

JFC. YES. THERE'S SO MUCH CONTENT. I can only wish you luck because that is quite a mountain to climb! 😅

Wanteez is so good! I especially loved the latest drinking episodes! Poor drunk San! Someone save him, our tipsy tomato~!

Ah, I also love Woosan! 🦊☂️⛰️ I love their energy. I love that they bicker. I love that they cling. I love that they have matching friendship tattoos. I love: 'we're not always good, but we always choose each other.' I love: 'the best luck I have experienced in my life was meeting you.'

They’re super cute, and silly, and funny~!

I’m really glad that San is someone you can have as a bias — even if it felt impossible for you at first. He really has such a good heart! Just like Wooyoung!

Honestly, I think people often forget that about Wooyoung, because he’s loud and he’s hilarious. I mean, yes, he's always messing with the members and causing chaos on screen and on stage.... but he’s incredibly kindhearted.

Hongjoong literally said that when Wooyoung gets hurt by other people, he blames himself rather than them. He blames himself for trusting them in the first place, rather than them for what they’ve done to him.

Alsoooo, when that whole Ateez vs Vata dance plagiarism thing happened he was so visible in standing up for their team. Adding the 'driving' move to his The Real dance breaks. Calling out the copying. What a guy.

And then there's that time he called out a sasaeng for continually phoning Jongho when they were doing a vlive together. He's not afraid to speak up and it's such a strength.

Oh! Annnnnnd there's the fact that he cried after Yeosang's ending ment last year because he'd overheard Yeosang talking to his mom about a surgery she was having.... but YS hadn't told anyone in Ateez about it, including WY even though they'd been friends for 8 years. And WY had been so worried about YS's mom but he didn't know how to ask him about it. So, he ended up in tears when YS brought it up on stage.

Really, Wooyoung cares so much. I could list soooo many different examples of him feeling so much, and caring so much, about those around him.

In fact, I could probably do that for all the members! 😂💖

(/you have reached the end of my unplanned Wooyoung rant 😂)

Ahhh yeah, absolutely none of them can stay in their lanes. They're always swerving all over the place. Right now, Yunho is coming for me. The way he laughs shyly into his hand? Let me live, puppy~ 😩

Since day one, my bias has been Kim Hongjoong! I saw our tiny captain rapping with his pretty hair, looking full of passion, painting his clothes and his nails, telling off the younger members like a stressed-out dad, and I was like 'ahhh, there he is. He's the man for me!'

My bias wrecker is Seonghwa. So, I'm all about Matz~! 😂 But I literally love them all so much!

Well, I recently got an Ateez tattoo- lyrics from Promise. So, I recommend the Promise video from 2019 - although the 'Band Live Concert' version is the one I actually like the most, the 2019 one is just the one from when I first got into them, so it has nice memories attached to it!

Don't Stop is a great MV that people sometimes miss because it's not on KQ's channel.

I still recommend Treasure Film because they have to do a bunch of fun tasks - Jongho has to arm wrestle guys at a gym, Yeosang has to conquer his shyness and say hello to people on the street (🥺) etc etc. And there's a really sweet section near the end where they have to call their moms and tell them what they're thankful for. It's so good because they're actually exactly like their moms! 💖

There's also their cover of Black Cat Nero. Both the Immortal Songs stage and the subsequent MV are good!

And there's the song they did for Pepsi with Monsta X (and others) - Summer Taste. It's worth a glance. Changkyun coming in after Hongjoong?? Yessss, please. 😍

Talking of MX, Choi Jongho has got to be the most successful Monbebe of all time! What a king~!✨

Sorry about this being an essay length ask.... 😩😂

Honestly the production quality that KQ has when it comes to their mvs is insane! Right away I asked my friend who owned these guys - given the horrid history with certain companies, there’s some I’m just not comfortable supporting even in a small way - when she said they were fully indie I did not expect much at all - so I was absolutely FLOORED. They know where their cash cow is and they treat them well, it seems.

I actually ordered another copy that should be here sooner of the diary version! Should be here next week I think, so sooner than mid-July lol; I have a friend who is getting into the group with me so I’ll just gift them the extra copy (they don’t collect PCs or anything, so I often end up passing along my spare copies of albums that I don’t wanna tangle with selling 😂)

I sat down today and tried to go and make a list of all their different variety shows and things they appear often on (like their hello82 stuff, etc) and I was floored by just how much there was. Every time I thought I completed the list I scrolled and found yet another show or mini-series I had completely missed 😩 - how does this group have so much?? Do these kids SLEEP? 🤣

I have seen clips of the drinking episode and am so tempted to skip forward to it because it looks so genuinely hilarious, who the hell let them get that drunk 😂

My God I can’t talk enough about Woosan. I’ve always been preferential to bias pairs who have that tom and jerry soulmate energy but I genuinely haven’t had a pair that embodies it SO perfectly. The people you look at and you’re like, yeah, those two were always meant to find each other, it wouldn’t matter how many miles separated them, they’d wind up stumbling over each other in some way. 
“We’re not always good, but we always choose each other.” - the way I almost burst into tears, I watched that episode just last night actually. Or the recent show - when San was asked if he regretted the tattoo and just, entirely unhesitating “never” even tho they’d been sniping at each other all day 😭😭😭

And truly! I didn’t think much about Woo at first; I kinda assumed he was just another dancer/visual type but since San wouldn’t let me breathe without Wooyoung RIGHT THERE I ended up looking more into him and he’s so sweet. My God, he’s such a caring, gentle person. Definitely the embodiment of more than meets the eye in so many ways. And he’s so mindful of all the members, he knows exactly how to play with each of them, even if sometimes it’s a little chaotic, you just know he’s always gonna be the one there if they need something.

I heard about the Vata thing! That took some real nerve on his part, calling him out so publicly - good for him though, there needs to be more people in the industry like him, it might become a little less corrupt and nasty if there were. If more weren’t afraid to call out the bullshit maybe people would be more mindful of not starting this shit.

And frankly his TALENT. Jesus. When I told my friend I’d picked him as my split bias for sure, she explained some of his past and being picked on by other fandoms, etc - it was heartbreaking - he’s got so much talent and deserves the world 😭

I mean honestly - all of them; I’ve never seen a more shining example of a group of just genuinely well meaning people who try their best to do the right thing, and so talented on top of it - like… How did I miss them for so long??? I got into kpop as a whole literally six months before they debuted?! I could have picked them up from day one! The way I’m kicking myself for it 😩

Yunho! Jfc that guy. He was the member I didn’t really notice right away but this comeback and as I watch more variety shows - he’s so cute?! And he’s got such a funny personality, bahh- I figured I’d be safe from him but nah, he’s climbed right up there. Instead of a list of 8 places 1 through 8 this group is more like 1, 2, 2.5 — Woosan; Yeo and Joong; then the other 4 - there’s no least favorite 😭

Ah! Tattoo! That’s so cool; I love it; my friend has an Ateez tattoo from Star 1117; I’m thinking I will probably add one to my sleeve as well, I’ll wait until after I go to a concert, maybe, unless I’m super inspired. I haven’t seen that video though! Another one to add to my list lol - but I have seen Don’t Stop! That video was insane, I loved it sm and the song was great. I remember sending it to my friend when I watched it with the comment “the sweet little criminal mastermind pirates” (honestly the number of nicknames this poor group has ended up with - my favorite was for Jongho, “the softest insurrectionist you’ll ever see” - and I stand by that. 😂)

Also omg Black Cat Nero - so this video is funny (in another I’m kicking myself square in the ass way) bc I’ve seen it pop up on my dash ever since it came out (the Halloween m/v specifically); and every time I saw it I almost clicked on it bc it looked interesting with San’s makeup… And I didn’t because it wasn’t a group I was into so I just… Ignored it. For two years YouTube has tried to hand me this damn group.

(Also no need to apologize for the long asks lol - I’m sure my non-atiny friends are so so sick o hearing me ramble for hours about these guys so I 100% do not mind 😂😂😂😂

[birdsandspades]

Bedtime Routine (A Bakugou Katsuki Oneshot)

-Bakugou drags home his drunk girlfriend after his friend Kirishima's wedding, how much babying will she need as the night goes by? Only the sake will tell!

Word Count - 4,516

- I honestly didn't know how to feel about this oneshot, but I wanted to write one for Bakugou and I felt like some of the parts were cute. So with that, enjoy some soft domestic Bakugou.

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The keys once again slipped out of your hand, clinking together as they hit the ground. Leaning over, you grabbed the hand next to you as you reached down to pick them up again. 

“Just give me those, i’m tired of watching you miss the keyhole.” Bakugou pulled the pile of keys from your hand, annoyance evident in his eyes. He fiddled with the lock for a moment before shoving the door open for you to walk inside.

“Katsuki, I'm drunk.” You giggled, the dissipating warmth still present in the apples of your cheeks. You have him a spacy smile before turning your attention back to the door. It was a small gap between the level of your front porch and the door frame, nothing menacing to the normal person. But the longer you looked at the door, the higher up it seemed. The ground spinning at a dizzying speed as you gathered the mental aptitude to move your already wobbly feet over it. 

A soft hand on your back gave you the last boost of courage you needed to attempt the monumental feet of getting your damned foot inside of your apartment. You lifted your foot, placing it over the door frame. Mission accomplished, now you just needed to get the last foot over. You lifted it, trying to follow the same path you had taken with your other appendage. Your heel barely nicked the doors threshold, the movement stopping as you jolted forward.  You attempted to grab the wall next to you, hand grasping at air as the floor came rushing towards you. 

Bakugou grabbed the back of your arm, pulling you upright and back onto your wobbly legs.  “I know that dumbass, now move so I can come inside.” He pushed you gently once you had your footing again, squeezing past you before closing the door. He reached a hand around you, flipping the switch next to the door. 

You squinted, scrunching your nose at the bright lights. A hand tugged at the end of your coat sleeve, pulling each one off of you. You watched as Bakugou took it to the nearby hallways closet with his own, hanging them up neatly. 

He gave you a confused glance, the corner of his mouth turning up in an awkward smile as you continued to stare at him. “You good space cadet? Did all that sake finally get to you?” 

Your face soured as the ghost of alcohol's past hit your tongue. You shook your head, trying to rid yourself of the bad taste mentally and physically. 

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Bakugou couldn’t help but laugh at his light weight of a girlfriend, absolutely wasted after four shots and two beers. He had warned you not to drink with him and his friend at the ceremony, he knew this was bound to happen. He had suggested staying with the girls instead, “You won’t be able to keep up princess, go giggle and gossip with the other girls.” He had ment it in a loving way, only wanting you to enjoy your night. But he knew you had taken it a bit too serious when you shoved your way in between Denki and Sero at the table, hands folded over your chest like a disobedient child. 

By the time the reception had ended and everyone was ready to head home you were way past your limit. Bakugou had found you sitting in the middle of the dance floor with an equally drunk Mirio trying to play a card game neither of you knew the rules too.

Bakugou had to resort to carrying you out of the reception hall over his shoulder, you frantically waving goodbye to his drunken friends as he threw you in the rideshare home. But your drunken shenanigans hadn’t ended there. 

He loved how social you were, making friends just came easy to you. He would bring you to his hero event, relying on your bright and bubbly nature to mask his social lackings, happy that he could just leave all the questions to his likeable side kick and lover. But it was that same loveable attitude that was killing him in the car. 

You had started the conversation off light with the driver, reminiscing on the beautiful wedding you had just attended with your very handsome boyfriend (you made sure to tell her that as well). But once she asked about music for the car trip home Bakugou knew he was in for a long ride. If he had to pick one thing to change about you (and he would have to be held at gunpoint to say this) it would be your music taste. It was his (un)lucky night that the drive and you just happened to share the same love for 2000’s club hits, and that's just what he got to listen to the entire ride home. 

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Now you were home, safe and sound. With the perfect night coming to a close he recalled the beautiful wedding he had attended for his best friend, and the wonderful night he had shared with the one he loved most. Bakugou smiled to himself as he slipped off his shoes, he hoped he could spend the rest of his life like this with you. You made him feel loved every second he was with you. Whether it be random flowers on his desk after a long patrol, your soft fingers tangled with his under the table at meetings, or that stupidly cute grin on your face as you stared at him for no apparent reason, he was absolutely smitten with you. 

You reached a hand out, placing it on the wall next to you. Holding on for what felt like dear life you leaned down, slipping off your heels before attempting to neatly place them next to the door. A familiar hand wrapped around your middle, holding you steady as you stood back up. Your eyes trailed up the man in front of you, taking in all the ways his black dress shirt strained against his muscles. You ran a hand down the length of his arm, feeling the way it flexed against your fingers as he pulled you closer. 

Your eyes finally met his, the auburn hues starting to match the color creeping across your cheeks. You tangled your fingers in the soft fabric of his shirt, pulling yourself to your toes. He wrapped another arm around your middle, giving you the last boost you needed to finally meet his lips. You melted into the warmth he emitted as your lips lazily danced along his own. 

Smirking, he pulled away from your drunken grip. “Go get undressed, i’ll be there in a minute.” He turned you towards the bedroom before giving your ass a light pat. He shook his head, chuckling as he watched you walk down the hallway, skipping slightly as you rounded the corner to your shared bedroom.

Walking into the kitchen he peaked down the hallway one more time, smiling to himself once he saw the bedroom light turn on. He reached up, opening the cabinet and pulling out a glass. Turning it over in his hand, he ran his thumb over the upraised lettering branded on the glass. 

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You had brought it back for him when you returned from your year in America. It was one of the worst years of his life, the distance between you and him only reassuring him that he would never let you be that far away ever again. When he had seen you running down the stairs at the airport the day you came home, this glass in hand he knew he was keeping your forever. “You're gone for a year and you bring me back a shitty pint glass from MY american fanclub?” He couldn’t believe you had wasted money on his fan merchandise, let alone bought it for him. 

“I saw it in one of the store windows when I was on patrol and I thought it was cute. They made you look so much nicer than you really are, look you're smiling!” You beamed, pointing out the happy look on his artificial face.

He chased you out of the airport, ready to ship you back to America with your shit present. You could only laugh, paying no attention to the string of curses that echoed behind you as you ran for the car. You instead focused on the slight blush your words brought to the apples of his cheeks, happy to know he liked the gift. 

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Turning on the sink he filled up the glass before making his way down the hallway towards the bedroom. “You better be on your side of the bed. It’s not my fault you bought a shitty pillow, and i’m not fucking sharing again.” He opened the door to your body lazily laid out across the entirety of the bed, still fully dressed and already snoring. “Hey, no! Get the fuck up, your not falling asleep with all your fucking makeup on!” He kicked the side of the bed, trying to wake you up. 

You peeled open your eyes, sitting up on to look at your very aggravated boyfriend standing above you. “Katsuki i’m so tired…” You whined, attempting to lay back down.

A firm hand grabbed your forearm, forcing you to stay upright. “Drink this, don’t fall back asleep.” Bakugou forcefully handed you the glass of water, glaring down at you before walking to the connected bathroom. 

You listened to him rummage around for a moment, drawers opening and closing while you drank your water. Your eyes drifted to the large picture that hung on the wall above your bed. It was of you and him on your last day of school at UA, smiling at one another, diplomas in hand. His mother had taken it after the graduation ceremony before you went to your rooms to pack up your belongings. What no one knew was right after that picture was when he had asked you to move in with him. He had already picked out an apartment located in between both of your agencies months before, keys in hand when you walked into the dorm building. 

“Come here.” Bakugou yelled from the bathroom, pulling you out of your reminiscing. 

The shower started as you stood up, the warm steam already seeping out from underneath the door. You pushed open the bathroom door, tired eyes roaming over the man waiting for you. You walked over to him, a soft smile adorning your face as you looked over his own. “Hi Kacchan.”

“Hi princess.” He droned, reached for the empty glass in your hands. Setting it down he swapped it for the makeup wipes on the bathroom counter. He peeled open the package, pulling one out before throwing the rest back on the counter top. 

He placed his hands on your waist, lifting you up to sit on the counter in front of him. “You yelled at me last time I let you fall asleep with all this shit on. I don’t want to deal with it tomorrow.” Reaching up, he drew your chin between his finger and thumb. He held you still as he started to wipe off the nights makeup, tilting your head back and forth gently as he ran the cold cloth over your skin. 

Your eyes scanned over the hardened lines of his face, taking in the small details as he concentrated on getting the glittery eyeshadow off your eyelids. You reached your hand up, tracing over his bottom lip. “Don’t you think the wedding was beautiful Katsuki, Kiri looked so happy today.” You hummed, looking back on the night you had just shared with him. 

Bakugou remained silent as he pulled out another wipe, his focus firm on getting every bit of makeup off your face. 

“I hope if we ever get married our wedding is that beautiful. I would say yes if you asked me, because I love you.” You flashed your boyfriend a cheesy smile, your hand resting on his waist as you scooted yourself closer to him. 

“I love you too, now shut up.” He readjusted your head in his hand as he started on your red adorned lips. The long lasting lipstick doing just as it promised as he struggled to wipe it off. 

“I think Tsu-chan would be my maid of honor because she’s my…” You wrinkle your brow, pulling away from the red stained makeup wipe. “Katsuki, you got it in my mouth.” You shook your head, the taste still lingering on the tip of your tongue.

“Then stop talking.” He pulled you closer again, holding your head still as he attempted to wipe off the residual color.

You stuck your tongue out at the frustrated man, taunting him. He responded with another wipe across your tastebuds, laughing as you recoiled from the taste.

Once he was satisfied with your now cleaner face he gathered the dirty wipes, throwing them in the bathroom trash can. He reached a hand down, tugging at the hem of your dress. 

You lifted your arms above your head, letting him pull the dress off of you. It hit the floor, a soft plop sounding as Bakugou pulled you down from the counter. Turning you around to face the mirror, he ran a hand over the gathered condensation. You watched through the foggy glass as his hands found the mess of curls pinned together on the top of your head. 

He took his time finding all the bobby pins hidden inside your hair, fingers grazing your scalp as he slowly uncovered all their hiding places. Each one he would find was placed on the countertop next to you, the pile slowly growing as each curl fell out of it's restrictions. Once he had found them all, he pulled the unraveled ponytail gingerly, freeing your messy hair. 

You handed him the brush, causing him to scoff. You could have brushed your hair yourself, but you were enjoying the feeling of your boyfriend's loving touch as he ran his fingers through your hair checking for any tangles. You watched him through the mirror, your loving gaze falling on his attentive hands as they smoothed over your hair as he brushed it out. The curls on your head increasing in volume as they separated. You hummed, enjoying the feeling of his warm touch.

Once he was done he set the brush down, pushing it back into it's respective place. “Now take a shower.” Bakugou looped a finger around the side of your panites, pulling them down around your ankles. His other hand pinched your bra clasp, undoing it for your convenience. Turning around, he walked back into the bedroom.

You kicked your underwear to the side, the pile of clothing growing in the corner of the room. Stepping over the side of the tub you let the water run over your back as you pulled the curtain closed.  After a moment you leaned back on the side of the shower, sliding down the wet wall until you were seated under the stream of running water. The warmth sank into your skin, relaxing you as you let the water run over your head.

Bakugou returned after a few minutes comfortably dressed in his pajamas. He pulled open the shower curtain slightly, chuckling as you turned around, still seated on the tub floor. “Are you not going to wash yourself, you’ve been dancing all night.” He rolled his eyes, as you shook your head. “Come here.” He sat down near the side of the bathtub, motioning for you to scoot over. 

He pressed down the pump of the shampoo, gathering a bit in his hand as you moved to sit next to him. He smoothed it down the back of your head, fingers digging into your wet hair as he lathered it. He tilted his head, looking around your shoulder as you pushed into his fingers. Your eyes closed in enjoyment as he scrubbed the hair spray from your wet locks. 

Standing up, he pulled the shower head off the stand, giving you a playful spray before sitting back down. He titled your head back, careful not to get any runoff in your eyes as he rinsed the shampoo from your hair. The bubbles building up around the drain as he pumped some conditioner into his free hand. He handed you the shower head, caulking his eyebrow when he saw the amusement dancing in your eyes. “You better not spray me F/N.”

You could see the line in front of you, and if it had been any other day you would have crossed it. But you were tired and so was Bakugou, now wasn’t the time to start another bathroom war. But you would put it on your to do list. You leaned over the side of the tub, pressing a wet kiss against his cheek. You giggled when he recoiled, wiping the wet mark dramatically before picking up the shower head to spray you again. 

He turned you around, shaking his head as you continued to giggle. He smoothed the conditioner into the ends of your hair, massaging it in. He took his time washing it out of your hair, taking in your peaceful presence. He rarely got moments like this with you, your hero work had kept the both of you busy. He would be lying if he said he didn’t wish for a normal domestic life with you from time to time. But he loved hero work, and he knew you would never ask for anything different. 

He reached for the blue bottle of face wash, popping the cap open and squeezing a small amount into the palm of his hand. He rubbed them together, forming a layer of bubbles as you turned around to face him. The same spacey smile lingering on your lips. He transferred the foam onto your wet cheeks, the pads of his fingers worked it into a lather on your face as he washed away the remaining makeup.

You once again fixed your eyes on the man before you, your heart swelling as he carefully rinsed the residual bubbled off your skin. Your mind repeating over and over the adorations you had for the love of your life. “Thank you Katsuki.” You whispered, tilting your head to meet his crimson gaze.  

“Come on princess.” He stood up, reaching over to shut off the shower. His fingers laced with yours as he helped you to stand, his other hand reaching for the towel that hung neatly on the rack. Draping it over your head, a soft smile flashed across his face before the towel dropped over your eyes. His hands gingerly held the sides of your head before roughly shaking it back and forth in an attempt to dry your dripping hair. 

Your hand shot up, pushing him off of you. You pulled the towel off your head, blinking a few times. You were sure the sudden whiplash had sobered you up a bit. “Jesus Kacchan, you’ll rip off my head doing it like that.” You complained, glaring at your boyfriend. 

“Do you want to do it yourself?” He threatened, meeting your glare.

You stuck out your bottom lip, shaking your head slightly. Your boyfriend hardly pampered you and you weren't ready to give up the sweet treatment just yet. You handed him back the towel, blushing as a deep chuckled bubbled up from his chest.

He wiped at the ends of your hair, collecting the dripping water. His hand reached around you grabbing at the loose end of the towel before tightly wrapping it around your frame. You took his open hand as he helped you step over the tub, the pad of his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand as he guided you out of the bathroom. 

He sat you down on your side of the bed as he let go of your hand. “Stay put.” Bakugou pulled the towel tighter around you as you settled into the bed in an attempt to keep you warm. He made his way towards your shared closet, turning on the light. His fingers grazed over your clothing feeling the different textures of the fabric that peaked out. He turned to his side, flipping to his night time shirts as he searched for your favorite UA shirt.

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The shirt had a long history between you two, it had been with his as long as you had. It all started with your first day at UA together, you were standing next to him as they handed out the shirts for gym. You had been a last minute addition to the class transfering from a different school earlier in the year. They had to guess on your size when they ordered the shirts, and sadly they had guessed wrong. The shirt you got was far too small for you, or really anyone in the class. You had looked so disheartened telling your teacher it was ok, but you had really looked forward to finally having a piece of the school you dreamed of attending. 

It wasn’t until the year after that you and Bakugou had gotten together. Late after class you and him were walking back from the gym after a sparring session. You had sprung the question on him, “Bakugou, do you want to go out?” He tried to play it off like he didn’t care, but he could have thrown up from the nerves. When he got back to his dorm he unzipped his practice jacket and that was the shirt he was wearing. 

It was also the shirt he was wearing when he kissed you for the first time, the first time you spent the night, and the day he told you he loved you. It had been through it all and so had you. He retired the shirt years ago, throwing it to the back of the closet with his other mementos. But when you had moved in, it took you no time to find the heathered grey ball stuffed in the far corner of his belongings. He had come home from work one day to find you sitting on the bed with it in your arms. “I didn’t know you still had this.” You smiled up at him, hugging the old shirt.

He again played it off like he didn’t care, it was his usual approach to life. But he was pleasantly surprised to see you remembered it as fondly as he did. It quickly turned into your favorite item of clothing, finally having the shirt of your dreams in your grasp. He didn’t mind seeing you in it after a long day either. 

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He thumbed over the cracked school lettering, a smile tugging at his lips as he remembered all the times you had forced him to keep the ratty thing. Finally he had just given it to you, it wasn’t his problem anymore. Or so he thought, you still hung it up on his side of the closet. 

“Put this on and let's go to…” He trailed off as he caught sight of you fast asleep on his side of the bed. Your soft snores barely audible as he set the shirt on the nightstand. “You were wide awake not even five minutes ago…” He groaned. He looked between the shirt and the towel loosely wrapped around your body. After a moment of debate he decided to let you sleep in the towel, the thought of wrestling you into some actual clothing giving him a headache. 

He was ready to crawl into bed when he realized you had yet to do your skincare routine for the night. You had an extensive routine, the products taking up much of the bathroom counter space. You swore by them, stating that image was an important part of being a hero. He reached over to wake you up, hand stopping a few inches from your shoulder. “Tch, idiot.”

He now found himself looking over the stack of products shoved in the corner of the counter top, trying to remember all the items you used for this process. “Why do you have so much shit Y/N?” He grumbled, pulling out everything he faintly remembered ,carrying it to the bedroom.

He sat down on the bed next to you, the mattress dipping as he let the products rest in his lap. He hated the fact that he would do anything for you, this included. You were definitely going to hear about it in the morning. He picked up the pink spray bottle first, recalling it as the first item in your multistep night time routine. He gave your face a few spaced out sprays, retracting the bottle when you stirred.

“Uh, next is this green shit I think…” He mumbled, mentally recalling all the nights you had tried to force this on his face. Picked up the small green glass bottle, he looked over the bright pink lettering on the front. He unscrewed the top, resting his finger over the entrance as he turned it over. He dabbed the liquid left on his finger over your face, smoothing it into your skin. 

He set down the green bottle, his fingers still lingering on the underside of your jaw as he reached for the next product. He fumbled with a tall blue pump serum, his hands slick from the remaining skin product. He had bought this last bottle for you when he went in for hair gel, the price almost sending him into cardiac arrest. He never understood the price differences and why you couldn’t just buy the “knock off”, but it was your money. He repeated the process with the milky liquid, making sure to spread it evenly over your now dewy skin. He traced over your freckles that dotted your nose, his finger trailing down the bridge lightly. They had become more vivid since the beginning of summer, he loved the fact that he was lucky enough to be close enough to you day after day to notice something like that. 

“Almost done with this stupid shit…” Bakugou grumbled, unscrewed the lid of your moisturizer before dipping his fingers in the thick mixture. He dotted it around your soft skin, rubbing it in as he counted his blessings that you didn’t have more to do. 

He stood up again, holding the products against his chest. He gave you one last look over, smiling to himself. “Dumbass.” He softly chuckled, making his way towards the bathroom.

Once everything was put away he made his way back into the room. Shutting off the lights as he made his way towards the bed. Crawling in beside you he pushed you over to your side of the bed. As he sank into the sheets he thought of the black velvet box tucked inside of his coat pocket in the hallway closet. His fingers grazed your own under the comforter, tangling together. “You're gonna say yes huh?” He let his eyelids close as he chuckled to himself, thinking of the weekend ahead.